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#try yoga
halogalopaghost · 3 months
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I can really judge how bad of a day I'm having based on how hard it is to get tucked in bed. Sometimes just lifting my weighted blanket to get under it is a HERCULEAN effort. Im working on coming to terms with the fact that this is not my fault.
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sergle · 9 months
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I don’t know if there really is any science behind workout routines separated by sex, but even if there is benefit to doing exercise “for women” i don’t give a shit. and i will intentionally seek out guides made For Men. because by and large, this is how the different video thumbnails shake out
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qupritsuvwix · 11 months
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saydesole · 2 months
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Fall in love with the process of leveling yourself up.
Try new things
Hiking
Piano lessons
Painting
Pottery class
Solo dates
Museums
Yoga
Vlogs/youtube
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obsob · 1 year
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big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)
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gurinpotte · 1 month
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Please more buff aang I'm thirsty 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️
well i hope these will quench ya....
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i had wayyyy more fun with this than i should have had. i was giggling and kicking my feet nonny, it's my first time doing quenching drawings like that. i'm not that great with manly muscles so i'm sorry for the messyness and mistakes. thank you sm for this ask my dear thirsty anon! also sorry if the kataang wasn't that you expected but in this house we serve kataang at every chance
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kaddyssammlung · 4 months
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Hamburg / December 2023
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Dustin live-streams his experiments on his Twitch Channel before editing the videos to post to YouTube. He always starts the stream during his set up for the experiment for anybody who is interested.
With this particular experiment, he needed volunteers. He ended up with Will and Eddie. Steve’s around but the experiment would be triggering to his migraines so he’s just helping.
Dustin runs off to get a piece of equipment that he’s missing and reminds everybody that the stream is on, but no one is listening to him because they’re having their own conversation.
So, you can hear Will say, “You wrestle with him? Like, WWE?”
Eddie: No, not- I’m not dropkicking him. We’re just - tussling. Get ‘em on the floor and pin him down. He’s into it. Dude popped a boner when your brother beat his ass.”
Steve, at a distance: Hey! I told you that in confidence. Don’t tell people!
Eddie, looking at the camera like it just registered that Dustin said they were streaming: Won’t say it again, sweetheart.
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savorypink · 4 months
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hot yoga | drabble
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a lil something about alex being your yoga instructor.
smut.
It helps to have someone attractive teach you something. You’re more likely to listen. Thankfully, your yoga instructor, Alex, is that someone. The studio is humid and hot by default, but it’s downright sweltering whenever your instructor saunters around the room. Dressed in a black tank top, every muscle of his upper body is prominent, sweat slicking his solid arms and neck, adding to the definition of his lean build. Baggy sweatpants sit low on his waist, exposing his v-line whenever his shirt rides up during certain poses and stretches. Your legs nearly fail you whenever you get a peek.
Today’s class was no different from previous ones: warm-up, a review of the old poses, and the debut of a new pose. Since Alex is a good teacher (a very sexy one to boot), you have no problem following his instructions, his voice low and soaked in honey. Unfortunately, the message doesn't get across to his other pupils. You watch as he assists the woman across the room, his large hands gripping her waist gently, guiding her to perfect formation. You grow a little envious. You’d like some attention, too.
What if you messed up? Purposefully? It’s a needy schoolgirl tactic, but guaranteed, it’ll get his hands on you. You “fix” your stance, positioning yourself to appear as awkwardly as possible. It eventually becomes uncomfortable, your frustration bubbling when you realize he's still helping the student. You clear your throat obnoxiously loud, earning several eyes on you, heat creeping into your cheeks. When Alex turns around, you’re able to laugh it off.
“I think I’m having some trouble...” 
Butterflies erupt in your stomach as he approaches, his footsteps light and quiet against the hardwood floor. He drinks in your form with his hands on his hips, a smirk painting his handsome face.
 “Looks like you are. Here.”
He comes behind you to help straighten your back, his gentle hands bending your sweaty spine into formation. His hands then find your hips, twisting them into a more comfortable position. His thumbs graze the bones of your hips, his hands lingering a little longer than needed, but you don’t complain. Alex then moves in front of you to adjust your arms, his chest rising and falling underneath his damp t-shirt. His gold chain vibrates with the beating of his heart when his eyes wander to your chest, sweat glistening your cleavage. Your nipples harden under his gaze, your sports bra becoming uncomfortably tight.
You see him snap out of his trance, his hand raising your chin to straighten your head. Your eyes meet his half-lidded ones; his touch and the thick air of the studio make your lungs work harder for oxygen. Sweat drips down his chin, his once-gelled hair falling into his face. You want to pounce on him.
“What are you doing after this?”
You smile, a wetness stirring in your panties. “Taking a shower.”
He lets go of your chin, returning to the lesson. 
“See me after this.”
He walks away uncomfortably, the weight between his legs beginning to feel heavy. Your eyes dart to the clock on the wall as he walks away. Crossing your fingers, you hope the rest of the class won’t be a drag.
Once everyone files out of the studio, Alex wastes no time taking you out of your workout set, carelessly tossing your bra and yoga pants across the room. The set cost you a pretty penny, but he’ll more than make up for it with how good he’ll make you feel. Your panties are last to come off, but instead of tossing them, he tucks them into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“Downward dog. Modified.”
You hit the position with ease, your arms stretched out in front of you, your knees on the floor, and your ass in the air. Kneeling behind you, Alex taps his cock against your wet folds before dipping into your aching core, inch by delicious inch. Your moan bounces off the studio walls as your manicured nails scratch at the yoga mat underneath you. You hear him hiss as your walls flutter around him.
“Good form.”
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binart · 2 months
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*positive vibes intentions and wishes from the other side of earth being sent to you*
Hope you're doing well and if you dont right now i hope you will tomorrow!!! :)))
<33 THANK U FRIEND! i am getting better every day i think 💪
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tennessoui · 1 month
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Anakin as Obi-Wan's Campaign Manager?? Say more right now please!
correction - anakin (19yo) as obi-wan (35yo)'s nonconsensual campaign manager
here's a bit more! all just set up, i have no idea what i want out of this fic yet word-count wise. structure wise. etc.
The Kenobi thing happens accidentally, honestly. Anakin isn’t even sure how he got into it, but at the end of September, Padmé had mentioned how formative canvassing had been to her own political outlook, how impactful it had been to help out on a campaign, and Anakin had thought—that’s it. I can do that, and then she'll see we have things in common and then she'll fall in love with me. And that night, he’d gone to his apartment and researched upcoming local elections. He’d found the list of people running for the city council, and he’d chosen one at a random. Obi-Wan Kenobi was thirty-five and up for re-election. He’d first been elected four years ago, at thirty-one, one of the youngest city councilmen in the history of Coruscant, running—as far as Anakin could tell—on the issue of city infrastructure and misuse and diversion of funds away from public goods like pothole-less roads to drive on. Even just reading the summary on the guy’s past campaign had been boring as hell, but he’d won, is the thing. He’d won, which means he has a good shot of winning it again, which would make it incredibly easy to help him along. Not many people vote in city council elections—fact. Not many people vote for names they don’t recognize, and they have a higher chance of recognizing an incumbent’s name over a challenger’s—fact. It’s only impressive to canvas for a campaign if the guy you’re canvassing for is elected—fact. So Obi-Wan Kenobi was a safe choice. A stellar choice. Anakin hit the books that weekend, printed out a bunch of blurbs on what the guy’s done—apparently it’s been mostly advocating for filling in potholes on what Anakin would bet his tuition money on is the guy’s commute to work—and hit the streets to drum up support for him. The election is in the middle of November, and today is October 2nd. Half the doors Anakin knocks on remain unopened, a fourth are closed in his face, and the remaining percentage are either not registered to vote or seem lukewarm to the idea of voting in a city council election at all. Three different elderly ladies have asked him if Kenobi is running for president. Hell, next time he’s just going to say yes. —--------- But Ahsoka isn’t wrong. Anakin hates to admit it, but he knows he has to. She’s not wrong. Something needs to change in his strategy because he’s not getting the numbers he needs. Honestly, this whole adventure has made him lose faith in the effectiveness of democracy. Maybe dictatorships aren’t so bad. It’s not like these people are voting anyway. He’s smart enough to keep this observation to himself, of course, but he wonders what could have been so eye-opening about Padmé’s time canvassing when Anakin’s having a hard enough time making this whole thing door-opening.
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shortfeather · 2 months
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Watching tango’s stream and the part where etho explains his desk layout is… I just…
He says it removes wrist strain but like. Buddy what kind of wrist strain do you get from gaming that this eliminates. Bc you’re not clicking any less!!!
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amygdalae · 9 months
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Cannot be overstated how good it feels to stretch. Reminder to do a few stretches if you can and haven't in a while
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satans-knitwear · 10 months
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Working it ✨
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& working out 😓
Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me
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norsenby · 1 year
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we tested that garudasana tie idea I had - worked great! :)
tie by @duerede
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wantbytaemin · 10 months
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taemin accidentally causing two existential crises
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