#Yogi Fan Tattoo

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

060 of 2024

The Brown Survey 🤎

by joybucket

1. List three random things you like that are brown. My older cat's nose, noses of tabby cats in general, gingerbread.

2. What is your favorite shade of brown? Whatever the tabby cat's nose is.

3. What is your least favorite shade of brown? All the rest. I'm not a big fan of brown.

4. Do you have brown hair? Yes, I do. It's dark brown by nature.

5. Do you have brown eyes? No, I don't. They're grey.

7. What are your favorite fillings for chocolates? For that, I prefer Polish and French chocolate because it has a variety of filling, my favourite is yogurt. Belgium typically has mostly hazelnut, which I'm allergic to.

9. Would you rather drink a chai latte, coffee, or chocolate milk? Chocolate milk. Very popular in my country.

10. List three random things you can see from where you're sitting right now that are brown. The couch, the cabinet, and chocolate-covered raspberry cookies.

11. Have you ever had an all-brown dog or cat? Dog yes (but he was more beige, I think), cat no.

12. What was the last thing you ate that was brown? Chocolate pudding.

14. Which of these names do you like best for a chocolate lab: Cocoa, Brownie, Hershey, Chocolate, or Cookie? Do you mean that dog breed? Cookie sounds cute <3 Brownie is not bad either.

16. List three random things you dislike that are brown. Poop (but I think most of people do), buts, and strong alcohols like whiskey (it's brown right?).

17. Which of these words would you say describes you best: chocolate lover, coffee lover, full of 💩, cookie lover, or chocolate lab lover? Coffee lover, but I can't drink coffee anymore due to health reasons.

18. When was the last time you drank hot chocolate? Today at work, right before my shift.

19. Do you like chocolate milk? I do. But again, I prefer Polish one to Belgian one because Polish chocolate milk is less sweet.

20. Which of these cartoon characters do you like best: Yogi Bear, Arthur, Sandy Cheeks (from SpongeBob SquarePants), Dora the Explorer, or Scooby Doo? I only know three of them and I'm gonna go with Scooby Doo.

21. Which of these names do you like best for a girl: Auburn, Hazel, Willow, Oak, or Maple? Hazel. I know someone with this name.

22. List three things you like in nature that are brown. Sand (does it count as brown?), tree branches, some birds.

23. Which of these names do you like best for a dog: Peanut, Walnut, Hazelnut, Willow, or Oakley? Willow, I think.

25. Which of these names do you like best for a boy: Auburn, Hazel, Oak, Oakley, or Willow? Maybe Willow.

26. Have you ever gotten a henna tattoo? Yes, long time before I got the real one.

27. Are you wearing anything brown right now, and if so, what? No, I don't.

28. Do you think you look good in brown? I don't know. Never thought about it, but also, it's not the colour I'd choose to wear anyway, though.

20. Which of these names do you like best for a girl: Harvest, Fawn, Amber, Oakley, or Coco? Amber. I know someone with this name, too.

21. Which of these names do you like best for a cat: Twilight, Harvest, Molasses, Mahogany, or Syrup? Twilight, the rest doesn't appeal to me.

23. Have you ever dressed up as an Indian for Halloween? No, but I don't celebrate Halloween anyway.

24. Have you ever driven a brown car? No. We never had brown cars.

27. Do you prefer pancakes 🥞 or waffles 🧇? Waffles are a part of my culture, but I prefer these thin pancakes that French people call crêpes.

28. What are three of your favorite things you own that are made of wood? 🪵 Probably the photo frames with photos of my cat, I can't think of anything else.

29. Have you ever taken a woodshop class? 🪵 No, but we had one lesson in school where we made something of wood.

30. Have you ever made your own chocolate fudge? Yeah, together with my dad when I was a child. My dad was making a lot of homemade desserts.

31. Do you know anyone who doesn't like chocolate, and if so, who? Yeah, myself. 

32. Do you ever get chocolate cravings? No, I don't.

33. Which of these careers sounds the most appealing to you: park ranger, dog walker, fudge maker, woodworker, or safari tour guide? I don't know, honestly. Probably woodworker, but I can't see myself doing that job anyway.

34. Have you ever been on a safari? No, I haven't.

37. Have you ever seen a kangaroo cross the road? 🦘 No, they don't exist in wild in my country.

38. Do you think hot chocolate tastes better with marshmallows or without? I never had hot chocolate with marshmallows, but I don't like marshmallows, so my guess is without.

39. Can you see a brown cardboard box from where you're sitting right now? 📦 A lot, to be honest. We have a little online shop and there are boxes all over the house.

42. When was the last time you ate a lunch that came in a brown bag? Never, I think.

44. Have you ever had a friend with the last name Brown? Not literally Brown, but I knew someone named De Bruyne, which means brown in my language.

43. What was the last thing you ate that was chocolate-flavored or had chocolate in it? Pudding, yesterday.

44. Do you like chocolate pie? Never tried it, sounds unusual to me.

45. Do you prefer chocolate cake or white cake? I'm not a big fan of cake.

46. Do you own a fondue fountain? Yes, I do. But we have used it only once.

48. Have you ever dyed your hair brown? No, my hair is brown by nature and I don't like it.

50. Do you own a brown dress? I don't wear dresses.

[rudrjobdesk]

मुस्लिम युवक ने सीने पर गुदवाया CM योगी का टैटू, नूपुर शर्मा केस पर कही ये बात

मुस्लिम युवक ने सीने पर गुदवाया CM योगी का टैटू, नूपुर शर्मा केस पर कही ये बात

Image Source : INDIA TV muslim fan of cm yogi  Highlights सीएम योगी को अपना आदर्श मानते हैं 23 साल के यामीन सिद्दकी सीएम को जन्मदिन का तोहफा देने के लिए सीने पर गुदवाया उनका टैटू सीएम योगी से मिलना चाहते हैं यामीन CM Yogi Tattoo: यूपी के सीएम योगी आदित्यनाथ के लिए एक मुस्लिम युवक ने ऐसी दीवानगी दिखाई है, जो चारों तरफ चर्चा का विषय बन गई है। इस मुस्लिम युवक का नाम यामीन सिद्दकी है और उन्होंने…

[ravenwilds]

Merlin Flash Bingo Rec List - ‘Home’

This is a rec list about Arthur making Merlin and him a home, because there should be more of Arthur building stuff and making stuff and doing DIY. It’s also because I meant to write something for the December Merlin Flash Bingo and it didn’t quite happen, but I want one of Peach’s lovely badges :))

New Home by Sunfall_of_Ennien. This is a lovely piece of Merthur fan art. I adore their pose and their tattoos and the domesticity (teen, fanart, 2021)

The House on Castleview Road by PlaneJane. A classic. Arthur doing renovations and DIY and finding himself along the way. Merthur. Slow burn. Lovely. (mature; 34K words, 2010)

Ashes, Embers, Flames by Unpossible. Another classic. I don’t think the summary of this fic begins to do it justice. Another slow burn but with an exciting ending. The house Arthur’s renovating feels like a character in this fic. Merthur. (explicit, 65K words, 2012)

Whole Lotta Love by Leandra. Okay so there’s not a huge amount of Arthur doing DIY in this fic, but those kind of fics are a rare breed and there is some, so I’m including it. Plus this is worth reading for all sorts of other reasons - as is the whole series. Set in 1960s London with hippy, yogi Merlin and ex-army Arthur. Merthur. (explicit, 12K words, 2021)

Home Sweet Home by RavenGirl42. This is a self-rec, which I wouldn’t normally do but there really is so little of Arthur doing DIY. Short and hopefully cute and a bit funny. Merthur (teen, 1K words, 2021)

That’s all I have for builder!Arthur, DIY!Arthur (or any other character for that matter). If you know of others please tell me! But a couple of bonus recs that fit the theme of ‘home’, if not the DIY aspect:

Working from Home by Ybrows. This is so funny. It’s not finished but it doesn’t really matter, it works fine as a one shot. This fic is so worth the few minutes it takes to read (and has Merlin knitting, which really needs a rec list all of its own). When workaholic Arthur meets Merlin during a Saturday night Zoom call, he doesn't expect to find the bane of his lockdown existence, a new assistant and the love of his life all in one ukulele-playing, amateur knitting, part-time magician. Merthur (mature, 2.5K words, 2021)

The Only Safe Thing by SPowell. This is a story about Arthur learning to make a home by letting someone into his life by looking for a flatmate. Merlin is the new flatmate of course. He has ADHD and is the opposite of Arthur, but they both learn from each other. It has a great cast of characters and, as the summary says, includes karaoke, posing in the nude, Neil Diamond, sleep-walking, dirty dancing, sex toy stores, and mid-night confessions. And, just maybe, love! Merthur (explicit, 60K words, 2013)

[theopinionoftheredheads]

I don't know about you guys but Alba and CE are very similar people ( atleast they present themselves that way) . Saw bunch of her old interviews , she is interested in Buddhism (got a eternal knot tattoo ) wanted to visit Tibet . Mentioned reading non-fiction books( beginning of 2021 it was ) does yoga also she is from a very privileged family . Her account got so many nature content . The way chris likes to present him is very similar to her . Also she portraits that happy innocent girl image with brain ( always bring that 5 language in almost every interview ) . Also did you guys saw her late 2021 post where she posted a piano photo or something . Also this recent post with a baby while her only active fan accounts points out how she loves babies ( too many co-incidence) Apparently she learned piano for 7-8 years and wanted to be a pianist , if she wasn't an actress . I don't know but isn't everything too coincidental? //

No offense anon, but you described quite a few women that Chris follows on ig and Twitter that match that description. I’d hardly call Chris a Buddhist, he hasn’t even talked about it in years. Also he’s in to yoga chicks, but doesn’t even do yoga himself…..LMAO. Her reading non-fiction books is not out of the ordinary for adults and is not special (Chris either). And her posts about nature are laughable. Floriana, aly, Sarah temima, minka, and I can keep going…..but they all have those same things about them…..I wouldn’t call them the same, I think he just looks at superficial shit like looks and what these women portray on sm. They probably look at his public presence and sm and like what he puts out into the world on what he’s “like”. To me it all seems superficial. I’m AB’s age, but online dating or thirsting and basing it off personality based off off what a person portrays themselves as is laughable and it’s hardly ever true. I see actually a lot of female celebs that have the same archetype of alba and all the other women Chris is linked with, the artsy, edgy, nature loving and well read, natural yogi…..lmao I think it’s an actress thing TBH.

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Ginger

[iamtheblondestblonde]

Slides and Serendipity

Part 5 (3.6k)

Masterlist

AN: So this one is a little shorter but that’s only because I would’ve had an awkward break otherwise. The next part will be up as well though so enjoy

Warnings: Language at most

I had to know what people were saying about me, so the next morning I asked Mara to give me some pointers but ignored everyone else blowing up my phone. I’d deal with this the same way I’d dealt with the issues before that, by myself.

Yogi could tell that something was up as well, staying close by on our morning walk and then following my every step after that, even nosing at me from time to time.

The pictures of Tyler and I that were circling the blogs were actually kind of cute, even I had to admit that. There was one from the aquarium that I liked most with me leaning against his side while his hand was resting on my lower back, his big fingers easily spanning from one side to the other. I remembered the tingling feeling his touch caused and not for the first time I wished that people had just let us be in peace.

You cursed at the two girls in the front of the video that had caused this entire shitstorm, even if they seemed too oblivious to notice anything around them. They were sitting at the edge of the pool and the camera focused on them before slowly panning out towards the rest of the area. That’s when you could clearly see Tyler with me wrapped around him, his tattoos making him easy to recognize for anyone. I watched myself smile up at him giddily while reaching out to run my hand through his hair before finally joining my arms around his neck.

The video ended then, thankfully not showing our moment that we’d had by the waterfall but the damage was already done. I could see why people thought there was something going on between us, hell from looking at the ‘evidence’ I was almost convinced myself. The hike with the dogs, the clinging to each other in the pool, the constant touching in the aquarium and lastly the shopping run for furniture all pointed towards something more that was hard to dismiss.

“At least I look good in those pictures”, I muttered to myself because if there was one thing worse than having such personal moments displayed to everyone, it would be looking bad so everyone could make fun of me.

After a light breakfast I finally dared to face Instagram. After tapping on the icon the app lagged for a second under the amount of notifications pouring in at once. I hadn’t been on the site since the aquarium and couldn’t believe the amount of traffic on my profile.

My message requests were overflowing and my follower count had climbed up quite a bit in the last 24 hours. People had even started commenting under my more recent posts, asking if I was Tyler’s girlfriend or insulting me.

I couldn’t believe the amount of people interested in this supposed relationship. For a while I contemplated deleting all of those stupid comments but I was pretty sure that new ones would show up anyway so there really was no point.

Some people in my messages were actually concerned about me ‘wasting myself on a player like Tyler’ but most of the messages were just downright mean, some even implying that I was a gold digger. I was pretty confident, especially proud of my body after countless hours at the gym, but reading those messages was harder than I’d imagined. I didn’t respond to a single one but didn’t delete them either.

Thankfully I was used to taking heat and I wouldn’t exactly describe myself as sensitive when confronted with insults. People had given me shit after I took down Flappy Bird and I’d even received multiple death threats, but at least the hate had been about something that I’d done and not because of who I was associated with or the way I looked. I took great pride in my work and people mentioning my name for something else besides my accomplishments hurt my ego more than I’d like to admit.

To distract myself from all this drama I put together everything that I’d bought for the office the day before, enjoying the mindless work for the next few hours, but I knew that eventually I had to face my situation so I looked at my phone.

Tyler had texted me earlier to see how I was doing and Katie had reached out to me as well. My girls had let me know that they’d listen if needed and then proceeded to send cute animal pictures for me to look at, knowing full well by now that I usually preferred to be left alone to deal with my problems.

Before I could even think about what to respond to Tyler, my phone announced an incoming call from Mia. It was weird to hear her voice again after close to three years but we instantly fell back into our old patterns, chatting easily before deciding to grab dinner together tomorrow. I was pretty confident that I could convince her to come work with me and at this point I couldn’t wait to be productive again.

I let everyone know that I was doing alright and then decided to go on a run, something that always helped me to think.

I changed and put a leash on Yogi, my feet pounding on the pavement soon. I played some music for the rhythm but kept it low so I could clear my head.

Setting one foot in front of the other I tried my best to see the situation from an objective standpoint. It was a fact that the damage was already done and no amount of denying the rumors would stop them if I wanted to keep seeing Tyler. I didn’t want to stop seeing him either, not willing to sacrifice our connection at this point anymore.

The run had the intended purpose and I soon came to multiple realizations.

Tyler was a famous pro athlete which meant that him and media attention were kind of a package deal and maybe, just maybe I should just get over my bruised ego. As I kept thinking about the issue at hand I realized that I kind of had no other option than to put up with the shit coming at me.

I pushed myself until I felt like my lungs weren’t getting enough oxygen and then circled back to my house at a slower pace, basking in the runner’s high to plan out the rest of the day before showering and getting to work.

I’d realized that Katie was probably the most suited to give me some tips about my current struggle so I called her. She didn’t answer at first but then she called back as I was pulling out ingredients for some lemon cakes, suddenly in the mood for some baking.

“Sorry I didn’t see you calling, we just got back from this team get-together. Tyler was deep in thought all afternoon and kept checking his phone by the way”, she greeted me and I smiled at her attempt to make me feel better. I didn’t like him not being in a good mood because of me but it showed that he cared at least.

“Yeah about that, I need some advice from you…”, I started and then asked how she dealt with people thinking that they had the right to judge her based on her relationship with Jamie. I knew that she had a private Instagram profile now and while that might deter some hate, I guessed that she probably still got lots of stupid comments.

Going private was not an option for me, as I used my media presence to pull in new jobs even if most of my posts had nothing to do with my work.

“I know me saying just ignore it is stupid because it seems impossible, but trust me it isn’t. It also doesn’t help that people think you’re with a player that has one of the biggest fanbases among the league. People probably already looked at your profile as soon as he started following you, some are that obsessed”, she said and I flinched at the thought of people following Tyler’s every move to this extent.

“Do you not care at all that people basically treat you as an accessory to Jamie?”, I asked her the question that had been bugging me all day.

“I try to look at it differently. At hockey events I’m simply there to support him and I’m more than willing to take a step back in those cases. For everything else you just have to remember that while the fans may only focus on him, you’re the most important person to him so it doesn’t really matter what everyone else thinks”, she explained and I understood what she was trying to say, even if our situations were different.

She told me about how she struggled with the attention at first, something I at least had some experience with. Only now it was for a different reason but I decided to just ignore that fact, drawing from years of practice at ignoring insults.

“You’ll actually get a lot of nice messages too because hockey has really supportive fans and those are always great to read. If I were you I wouldn’t delete the stupid messages though, new ones just keep coming either way. Don’t give the haters the time of your day and just let them pile up in your requests. Sometimes I respond to the nice ones but mostly I enjoy them in silence, that’s up to you though”, she said and I decided that I’d probably handle things the same way. I had to check my requests for work opportunities but I could just skip over everything else.

“You just have to stay calm amidst all of the crazy stuff. Things will get even worse when you two officially start dating so be prepared”, she continued and I couldn’t help bun notice how she said when, not if but I didn’t correct her.

“Thanks for everything Katie. I kind of reached that way of thinking over the course of the day but it still feels good to hear it out loud”, I sighed as I finally put the cake into the oven.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve all been there before and supported each other through the ups and downs. By the way, some other better halves and I are going out on Saturday, just the girls, and your presence has been requested as well.”

I debated her offer for a second, knowing full well that I wasn’t a ‘better half’ like the rest of them but ultimately decided that I needed to make new friends either way.

“Of course I’ll come, thanks for asking. Just text me when and where.”

We continued talking for a while but then she had to leave because Jamie wanted to start on dinner. I decided to finally talk with Tyler and texted him to see if I could come over.

Tyler: Of course, I’m in the backyard with the guys so bring Yogi too if you want

He then proceeded to text me the code to his front gate, which surprised me. It wasn’t the code to his house but a big step nevertheless. I decided to bring along some lemon cakes and then made my way over, Yogi excitedly pulling ahead.

I entered the code and made my way around the house towards his backyard. Tyler hadn’t noticed me yet and I could see him spitting something into a bush.

“Well that’s mildly disgusting”, I announced my presence flatly and he jumped a little before turning towards me. As soon as I let Yogi off his leash he ran over to Gerry, greeting his new best friend before chasing him around the yard.

“Sorry, bad habit”

“I think you just mispronounced ‘addiction’”, I commented, knowing exactly that chewing tobacco wasn’t any better than smoking it. I reached up with my free hand to hug him and reveled in the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. It had started to cool down already but he was radiating heat through his t shirt.

“I brought a piece offering and don’t worry, it’s diet-friendly”, I said, holding out the box for him to take.

“Why would you need to make a peace offering?”

He looked at me with his eyebrows crinkled in confusion, a look that made him look young and innocent.

“Because I shut you out and basically ignored you all day”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, I know it’s kind of a lot to be caught up in this shit so I don’t blame you for needing some time to sort everything out. If anyone needs to say sorry it’s me for dragging you into this.” He looked at me sheepishly, lifting his snapback to run his hand through his hair before putting it on backwards.

“It’s definitely been a crazy week since we met”, I admitted with a small laugh but I wasn’t mad anymore. It would take some getting used to but I was willing to try.

“Has it really only been a week?”, he asked and I knew exactly what he meant. So much had happened already and I was feeling closer to him that I should after just seven days but yet here we were.

“Are you hungry? I was about to make dinner.” I gave him a skeptical look that made my doubt in his cooking skills, or lack thereof clear.

“Hey I know how to feed myself. I’m not as good as you but I get by with a few easy standard meals”, he protested and I had to laugh at the cute pout he was now sporting.

“Lead the way then. I’ll watch you and we can have the cakes for dessert.” At least one part of dinner was safe that way.

I watched him prepare some pasta and was baffled when I discovered that he barely used any spices, despite having a full spice rack in his pantry. With a huff I grabbed some of them and then proceeded to explain to him when to use what, the pasta smelling more delicious by the minute.

“This tastes like an entirely different meal”, he exclaimed after I was finally satisfied with the result. He really had a lot to learn but at least he was enthusiastic about trying new things.

“I’ll make a cook out of you yet but it is a mystery how you could survive up to this point by yourself”, I teased and he laughed.

“That’s thanks to the nutritionists that supervise us, otherwise I’d eat like shit all the time.”

Tyler loved the lemon cakes, explaining that they were ‘just the right amount of sweet’, which was due to the apple sauce I’d used in place of regular sugar.

We settled on the couch with the dogs surrounding us, some sports show quietly playing in the background. He was spread out on his back and I was tucked into his side, my head resting on his shoulder. I was glad that it didn’t take a lengthy conversation for him to understand my point of view on the situation, that certainly made things easier. As if he was reading my thoughts he said:

“You know we can talk about what happened. The fans are a big part of my life and I know that they can go a little overboard sometimes but I can’t change that. I’m still sorry that people are giving you shit now though.”

“Really it’s okay. I think I just needed to wrap my head around things. I get that the attention and you are a package deal and if having haters is what it takes to keep you around, I’ll gladly do it.”

He smiled softly and opened his arms for me to fully snuggle up against his side, his arm now wrapped around my back.

“I’m glad that you’re willing to put up with it”, he murmured against my head and I smiled. We’d only just met and yet here we were. I’d never felt anything like this before, although to be fair I hadn’t really tried either. Besides the obvious attraction that was between us, there was also something deeper. He didn’t just make me happy, he understood me without needing long conversations or years of friendship beforehand.

Every moment I spent with him I could feel my resolve against not sleeping with him weaken. He’d been nothing but sweet to me but while I deemed myself a good judge of character I knew that one week wasn’t enough time. We needed to be stable enough for a friends with benefits situation to not get awkward or we both had to want something more. Until I wasn’t sure where we stood there simply couldn’t be any sex, as hard as it may be sometimes.

The show was showing some football highlights and I soon grew tired of watching. Despite having lived in the States for quite a while now I still couldn’t understand the obsession with it. The games were slow and too long and there were too many commercial breaks in my opinion. I didn’t follow any teams and the only reason I regularly watched the Super Bowl was because of the parties and the food.

“This shouldn’t be allowed to call itself football, their feet rarely touch the ball. It should be throwball or something like that”, I huffed and I could feel Tyler’s chest rumble with laughter beneath my cheek. As a German there was only one football in my life and it was the one that was actually played with feet.

“Throwball sounds ridiculous.”

“Well football is a little ridiculous in itself so it would be fitting.”

“You should be glad that I’m Canadian or otherwise I would have to kick you out for insulting America’s favorite sport.” I knew that he wouldn’t do it either way, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that I wouldn’t be able to leave even if I wanted to.

“I’d like to see you try”, I teased and lifted my head to stick out my tongue at him.

“Are you sure you’re 25? I’m thinking more like five.”

“Five and a half actually if you have to ask.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m hilarious and you know it.”

Now he was actually trying to push me off the couch but I just wrapped my leg around his thighs and held on tightly so he had to try a different approach. I didn’t expect him to pick me up before throwing me back town and moving to hover over me however. I didn’t even get the chance to resist before he grabbed both of my hands in one of his. His other arm was boxing me in and he had now effectively rendered me defenseless below him. At this point our giggles had turned into pants, his probably from the effort of throwing me around and mine because I loved the way he was manhandling me.

I looked up to him through my lashes, my thoughts going to places I’d sworn I wouldn’t let them wander to anymore just minutes earlier. He looked down at me with an unreadable expression and I would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking in that moment.

For a few seconds neither of us moved but then the moment was ruined by Gerry, who probably wanted to be a part of the action, licking Tyler’s face.

“Ew dude what the fuck?”, he exclaimed, sitting up to push the dog away before wiping the slobber off his face. Now I had to giggle at his exasperated expression and moved to sit up as well.

“I should probably go either way, I know you have an early practice and it’s gotten kind of late.” I was actually just trying to prevent myself from jumping him but he didn’t need to know that.

“Here put my sweater on, it’s gotten pretty late and I don’t want you to get cold on the way home.”

He pulled off his sweater and I really tried not look at the skin that was exposed as his t shirt rid up with it but my horny brain caused me to fail. I didn’t even try to reason with him that a five-minute walk in the cold wouldn’t kill me because I knew that there was no point, once he set his mind on something there was no stopping him. I also really wanted to wear his sweater but I would never admit that.

I put the sweater on and reveled in his scent for a moment before getting up to grab Yogi’s things.

“Look at what you did buddy, you scared her off”, I could hear Tyler say quietly to Gerry and I was pretty sure that that wasn’t meant to reach my ears. A small smile crept on my face but I tried to not let anything on as I reached town to get Yogi ready to go.

“Thanks for dinner Tyler, your attempt wasn’t completely terrible”, I joked as we finally both stood in his front door.

“Thanks for the lemon cakes and the spice tutoring, I definitely still have a lot to learn though. And again I’m really sorry for what people are saying about you, they just don’t know you well enough to know that you’re actually amazing.” I could tell that he didn’t plan on letting that last part slip because his cheeks immediately turned pink which in turn made me blush as well.

I reached up to hug him before wishing him a good night and then making my way home, thoughts running wild until I finally managed to fall asleep.

Part 6 here

[jilrene]

Steter fic recs

I have 77 Steter fics bookmarked “worth re-reading”. 💖 How about some recommendations on this fine day? Several fics after the break from my first page of bookmarks.

I hope all the links work. 🤣 

Series:

Home 'verse 

by Bunnywest  @bunnywest

This series is so good. Seriously. Steter soulmates, Hales are all alive, and over 100K words. Including a very cute fic for Derek to find his soulmate.

 Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) 

by pprfaith  @wordsformurder

This series has been around since 2016 and still getting love from pprfaith. Almost 150K words strong.!  There is so much to love within this series. 

One shots:

The High is Worth the Pain

by thegirlwhoknits     @thegirlwhoknits

Emissary Stiles and tattoo artist Peter. Hello! Tattoos!

Also check out their other Steter fics on AO3. Several ficlets that are just right size for reading on a break.

Untitled

by HDHale  @hd-hale

Short fic with fan art. Both are fabulous, of course!

Harry has several Steter fics and he also moved his art to AO3. You know, when tumblr went too far. 

The Alpha

by Therapeutic_Steter  @therapeutic-steter

Short fic with BAMF Stiles and lots of hurt comfort.

As a side note – Therapeutic Steter has 55 fics, mostly short one-shots. Very well written and many different tropes.

Murphy’s Law

by Decemberangel

Long – just over 60K – and one of my all time favorite fics. Read the tags!

Decemberangel also has a Steter WIP that is probably going to hit 60K words. Definitely an author to check out!

Lie to me (I like them pretty and white)

by Lexiee   @sheflieswithherowndamnwings

Ooohhhh. This is angst and hurt. Peter is also an idiot for part of the story. Derek is an awesome best friend to Stiles. There is a happy ending.  Oh, and there are imbedded images, so it’s easier to read on a computer or phone.

Lexie also has a few cute/fluffy short Steter fics  on AO3.

Baby Alpha

by Areiton  @areiton

This is my go to re-read when I just need all the fluff and adorable Steter. Since I’m here, I’ll just re-read it again.

Arei has 36 Steter fics on AO3, as well as multiple Sterek, Derek/Peter, Steterek, and Petopher  fics.

Last Friday Night

by Ragga

Laugh out loud, absolutely fabulous short fic. So much fun!

Ragga also has several more Steter fics to read of varying lengths. 

Breathing You In

by lavenderlotion  @lavender-lotion

Have tissues ready. This novella is angst and hurt before the HEA.

Lavenderlotion writes a lot of Steter. Check out some of their other works, too! 

By RebaK1tten  @rebakitt3n

Reba is one of my all-time favorite Steter authors. Prolific and good.  Many different lengths, too! 

Rules are Meant to be Broken

Novella length fic that is both heart wrenching and heart warming! Check the tags!!

Once Upon a Time in the Woods

Just under 30K and all kinds of adorable and sweet, with just a little angst for variety.

By Green  @yogi-bogey-box

Green is another of my all-time favorite Steter author. Some are itty bitty fics, others are longer. She also writes Peter/Derek, Sterek, Petopher, Stetopher, and Steterek if that’s your cup of tea. 

This Time Around   (Greenie started this with one of her friends who was unable to finish it with her and has since deleted their AO3 account)

This fic is nearly 80K words. It’s amazing and just so freaking good!

Begging Me To Open Up My Mouth

Another long fic at just over 70K. I love that Stiles is older than Peter in this. Also, that Stiles is a total BAMF. Seriously good reading!

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Twelve Wizard Paths Outside of The Nine Worlds (Poem)

I'm a wizard, baby, meaning a very powerful magickian. I'm a jack of many trades, so this poem details what and how. Here I'll write about a few magickian's trades that apply to my position. After nearly two decades learning magick I'd better know a lot by now. Gaining the magickal power to claim this title takes time to reach in transition.

On my path were many adventures to have and lessons to learn. From reading books to meeting others and exploring the occult therein I figured it out for myself and in time the title of Wizard did earn. Years of learning religious teachings helped me understand being otherkin. Since I was a young boy defying my upbringing for magickal power I did yearn.

The power I have is a result of many factors I don't need to explain. But putting in time and energy to my craft for a long time played a key role. I have thick skin so I don't mind if you view my pride here with disdain. Yet the poetry's here to explain my path not to brag or to try to save your soul. The 12 paths of Wizardry explained here are more obscure to people mundane.

I'm a yogi, baby, and this is some kind of ancient Pagan stuff. This is a time honoured tradition taking more time to apply than to learn. This path requires much patience, time and energy to master well enough. Years of chakras, mantras, mudras, meditation and more will in time power earn. In time weakness fades and strength is gained, and a wise Yogi hides being tough.

Learning from a Koga ninja this Kuji Kiri psychic yoga is how my path will start. Spending years meditating with these mudras, in time I grow strong. Yoga has many uses, and magickal and psychic power gained is just one part. Ignore the doubters and mockers calling my religion fantasy who string you along. Muggles can foolishly assume it all comes from cartoons like Naruto's ninja art.

I can do more than I'll say here; let it an enigma be. Not everything I experience happens while I'm in my body, you see? This transcendentalist religious belief in time proves itself a rational reality. Muggles often just assume others foreign sounding religious beliefs are fantasy. Letting the muggles think it's not real is often a wise strategy.

I'm healer, baby, and more advanced than many. I can fix medical problems other healers and sometimes even doctors can't fix. Hold my hand, feel the energy, and let me free you from any suffering you have with real healing magick, not illusionary tricks. Unlike con artists making money with tricks healing has never earned me a penny.

Empath healing magick described next may be misunderstood too. Speak of your heart's pain, and let me feel an intense amount. I'll cover my eyes to hide my tears, and I could do well to hide that I'm paying a price of pain on your account. If you felt guilty about hurting me you'd never let me heal you, would you?

Now words of wisdom I can speak guiding you on a path new that the energy of your pain gives me the inspiration to share. Now your pain is forever less or gone, because I paid a price of pain for you. The price empath healers pay is much less than the great suffering it can spare. Once this price is paid, there's no more pain for either of us to go through.

I'm a magus, baby, part priest and part mage. I don't preach to the masses; I'd rather use magick to help others. Here we go and here we go again as my pen sets the stage. I'm rollin' with muggles here I for some reason call sisters and brothers. I'm using my magick for some cause here, as life's book turns a new page.

You can call me The Fool, and I can wear many a mask. I live to serve, and my joy is to create joy for others, you see? The deities I work with can help me with many a magickal task. Being a magus is also the path of self, and there's much power in just me. For what reason do some deities help me, but not most humans who ask?

Magi is plural for Magus, and implications of royalty are here. American citizenship requires denouncing royal ranks. Yet the Magus's path is a religious construct, so have no fear. I ain't here to rule and reign.  I just want to earn some thanks. With teamwork muggles can help me fix problems, and happy endings are near.

I'm a necromancer, baby, so don't tell 'em what's true. Don't stab me in the back by being seen publicly expressing to me your love and gratitude for how I used magick to help you. People value my discretion, so don't prove to Fools my power's validity. I'm happy to meet a fan, but I don't desire the public credit that seems due.

In a necromancer's trade being misunderstood is often how it goes. If I show up after sunset in a graveyard I'll bring my tools. Be cool, man.  All I got here is a stick of incense, a bloodstone and a rose. Signs and wonders performed here are kept hidden from the Fools. If you hear the dead hiss or moan as I wake them, stay on your toes.

Muggles, necromancers and the dead all are not very forgiving when some Fool sacrifices an animal in a graveyard. That newb shit pisses off the dead even more than the living. Those Fools piss off necromancers too, making our work hard. I'm there only once to offer any dead willing the contracts I'm giving.

I'm a warlock, baby, an ancient term misunderstood but real. I'll use my power for a good cause and call it doing the thing. The power of war is implied in this word, and I'm the real deal. Let me be occult as I'm guided under a Red Dragon's wing. Tattooed on my back of my left hand is an modified AGLA hexagram seal.

Separation of church and state is a Masonic ideal as is the freedom of religion allowing warlocks to operate. Yet in the occult world there's much hidden in this religious ordeal. As time goes on interpretation of these ideals are open to debate. These balances lacking harmony result in Nobody caring how minorities feel.

To work well with others a warlock needs harmony found working on common ground. The warlock's path has traps, education, judgment and more. If warlock means deceiver does this even mean as it may sound? Who would ever suspect deception to be a humble protector's moral chore? Whether good or evil, eventually every warlock's karma comes back around.

I'm a creator, baby, and like the Ace of Wands I've got the power of fire. Watch me burn bridges faster than you may know with this poem like a pro. My divine, holy, infernal, celestial and gothic flames make creation transpire. I move these flames through 5 primary elements and through more than you know. Fools take a stranger's word unwisely, but fans of my work learn I'm no liar.

When I posted my non-hermetic psychopian elemental system theology online I clearly cited Plato as the source inspiring what I'm parroting thereof. When I don't fit into other mages' labels so called experts pop up to whine. Baby I have access to elements most mages don't, and many aren't even aware of. When it seems wise to do so from time to time I share created power of mine.

Be cool, man, and let the doubters and mockers doubt and mock all they want. Muggles do it most, but it's all arbitrary until they create danger and fear. Interpret my pride on these wizard paths as you will as my talents I flaunt. If you think I'm earning respect by bragging you don't see what's happening here. It's easy to misunderstand the reason behind my rhyme and what I really want.

I'm an occultist, baby, and I study things hidden. The occult hides the magickal, religious, esoteric and things of earthly power. Only so much is found in books, and Fools don't understand the forbidden. I have a couple cards to play, still surprising many by never facing The Tower. Fools rush in where wise men never go for reasons they don't know, no kiddin'.

I've got a weird way of speaking here understood clearly by a few. I'm not the first occultist to be intentionally obscure to most of you. I've got that occult fame in secret circles for better or worse.  Who knew? If you're a fan of my work don't ruin the show explaining this path I go through. Don't judge a book by its cover; in time an occultist's work is paid karma due.

I'm The Fool, The Magus, The Devil and even the Hierophant from time to time. The Magus card comes from the THOTH deck, used by me for reasons unsuspected. If I call myself The Devil would you just assume I live an evil life of crime? The Devil is Rider Waite though, so my chains are often with gratitude accepted. I deal these tarot cards as the lesson of my occult strengths in this rhyme.

I'm a Dog of Reason, baby, so named in the memory of harmony true. We've got memes and shit, and things we do to build a New World. From chaos comes Order, a lesson taught and learned in time and time again too. The occult can be a dangerous thing, yet we've no banner to be unfurled. These wizard-dawgs work for one love for humanity to do the thing we do.

This ain't no criminal organization or some kinda terror shit. This is one of many parts of my greater dreams and ambitions. Membership is by invitation only, so if you're motivated prove it. We ain't thelemites, baby, and with great power comes some terms and conditions. Some want more time to work, and others want more time to Fool around a bit.

I'll share some magick and theology online from time to time. The gospel of figure it out for yourself is dogma as my theology already shew. Dogs of Reason have two commandments in this religion, besides avoiding crime. Seemingly a joke if unexplained, yet truth is hidden in plain site to you. Is the illusion of a joke as real dogma even dispelled to most with this rhyme?

I'm a cyber-mage, baby, like these chaos mages in a way. I've had training and practice on this path I've been on since 2003 when I joined the TIAMAT Cyber-Magick News-list back in the day. I've spent years evolving my craft, and now have things to share for all to see. My joy is to bring you joy so follow me and I'll lead the way.

My cyber-magick is all safe and fun to use, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Free Magick Enterprises gives two projects of cyber-magick. Let my star evolve your heart chakra, and experience new love. Take the red pill, and this devil can even remove your unwanted chains so tragic. No money will be accepted, so forget about the price tag from this devil dove.

Here come the doubters and mockers; Thinly veiled saying: "I'm better than you." I don't have time to be lectured by these Fools that Cyber-magick isn't real. Participate or don't, but Bhakti Yogi say the proof is in the pudding if you do. We did lots of experiments and testing with group input in this TIAMAT deal. I learned a lot and had years of practice to develop cyber-magick that's new.

I'm an alchemist, baby, and I got the mad transformation skills for the physical and spiritual nature of substances, souls and magick too. Sure, man, let the weaker mages brag about the power to destroy and their kills. Alchemy's sacred transformation art is beyond what they know how to do. Like Yoga, this power's about time and effort on this path not cheap thrills.

I'm on a quest to not just learn new magick, but to make it evolve. I'll purify forbidden black magicks citing the great work of the ages as my cause to create that which before did not exist and otherwise unending problems solve. Alchemy's art of creation may come with a price, so beware of that because. To purify the corrupt may corrupt the pure, but balance a price paid to absolve.

With Alchemy I can create joy and harmony, and I like to work for free. Alchemists of old claimed they might turn lead to gold as part of their plan so a King would protect their right to practice and pay their research's fee instead of explaining occult arts involved that matter not to the common man. This misunderstood art involves more and includes transformation spiritually.

I'm left hand path, baby, and yes it's really true. Different people, mostly mages, find different meanings therein. The left hand path most simply put means just to be taboo. What hand is my tattoo on then?  Baby, that's secretly a Talisman. Let's turn back the clock of time to understand meanings old and new.

This term comes from India if you'll study history that far. Originally this insult started to describe Tantric Yoga when first created. The dark ages belief explaining its meaning that left handed people are morally and intellectually weaker than the right has since become outdated. The more things change the more they stay the same until someone raises the bar.

In modern times the left hand insult resurfaces metaphorically. Now embraced by many eager to be shunned by society the left hand path evolves into its own mentality. From a religious reference to basic views on morality the devil is implied on this path either literal or symbolically.

I'm a trickster, baby, and that's an occult magick path. I'll teach you lessons mostly harmless so don't take them personally. If I see chaos I may create order; see my results to do the math. I'm an educational experience; I guess I'm like this inherently. Mistake my kindness for weakness and will you get forgiveness or wrath?

I was born this way, and I'm not going through a phase as others are. When I started calling myself The Fool, that would have been your first clue. I've got metaphors like dark disguises and masks that take me far. I live to serve, and there's a method to the madness; it's true. Pride and humility working together in harmony help trickery raise the bar.

In the occult only so much is learned online or in a book. As an occultist trickster this rule applies to me the same. I'll capture the essence of my story in the poems for those who look. Here lies the story of my path as a Wizard and why this title I claim. These 12 titles of magickal paths explain why the 13th title of Wizard I took.

I'm a Wizard, Baby, just like I said before. I'm a wordsmith here sharing this path with you. As the tale comes to the end of this rhyme's chore the tip of the iceberg has been revealed to view. Muggles may take interest in this poem, or was it just a bore?

I guess doubters gonna doubt and mockers gonna mock. In the end it's always what I do and not what I say that shows my true strength. If you've walked the paths I walk you may better understand that of which I talk. I've got dreams and goals hopefully soon reached at arm's length. In Chinese Astrology not surprisingly I'm born in the year of the cock.

My story doesn't end with this poem, and my life goes on still. There's still more adventures to have, power to gain and knowledge to learn. There's still people to meet, places to go and things to do as I wilt and will. This poem describes the path, but is not in itself how a Wizard's respect I gain. If you wanted to understand my magickal path, this poem shall your wish fulfill

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100 Questions

I was tagged by the lovely sweetheart @barrellovingbishop! Thank you~!

1. Coffee or Tea? Tea all the way!

2. Black and white or color? Colour

3. Drawings or paintings? Hmmm....I'll pick drawings

4. Dresses or skirts? Dresses

5. Books or movies? Books

6. Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi, Coke has hurt me too many times in the past :’(

7.Chinese or Italian? Italian

8. Early bird or night owl? Night Owl

9. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate!

10. Introvert or extrovert? Total Introvert

11. Hugs or kisses? Hugs

12. Hunting or fishing? Blah....I guess fishing though I'm not a fan of either

14. Spring or fall? Fall is the best!

15. Rural or urban? Urban

16. PC or Mac? PC

17. Tan or pale? Pale, what even is sunlight?

18. Cake or pie? Cake

19. Ice cream or yogurt? Froyo, though you would never see me turn down ice cream

20. Ketchup or mustard? Ketchup

21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? Dill

22. Comedy or mystery? Comedy, though I do enjoy a good mystery!

23. Boots or sandals? Boots

24. Silver or gold? Silver

25. Pop or Rock? Rock

26. Dancing or singing? I can't do either but singing I guess

27. Checkers or chess? Chess

28. Board games or video games? VIDEO GAMEZZZZ

29. Wine or beer? Beer. I can't get over the taste of wine (unless its the cheap, sugary stuff that's not really even wine)

30. Freckles or dimples? Dimples? Both are cute

31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? BBQ sauce

32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? Body weight

33. Baseball or basketball? I hate sports. But baseball I guess

34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? I'm usually pretty decent at crosswords

35. Facial hair or clean shaven? Clean shaven

36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? Cubed

37. Skiing or snowboarding? Skiing

38. Smile or game face? Smile! :D

39. Bracelet or necklace? Necklace

40. Fruit or vegetables? Fruits

41. Sausage or bacon? BACON

42. Scrambled or fried? Scrambled

43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? White

44. Tattoos or piercings? Piercings probably

45. Antique or brand new? It depends what it is, I like lots of antique stuff, but I'll go with brand new

46. Dress up or dress down? Dress down. (hoodies and sweatpants ftw)

47. Cowboys or aliens? Aliens

48. Cats or dogs? I always refuse to choose when this question comes up. BOTH

49. Pancakes or waffles? Waffles

50. Bond or Bourne? Bond I guess

51. Sci-Fi or Fantasy? Fantasy

52. Numbers or letters? Letters

53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter

54. Fair or theme park? Theme park

55. Money or fame? Money please!

56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? Dishes

57. Snakes or sharks? Sneks...sharks r scary O.O

58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange

59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset

60. Slacker or over-achiever? I'm the slackiest slacker to ever slack!

61. Pen or pencil? Pencil

62. Peanut butter or jelly? Peanut butter

63. Grammys or Oscars? Oscars

64. Detailed or abstract? Detailed

65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Multiple choice, I tend to ramble in essays

66. Adventurous or cautious? I wish I was more adventurous. I can be sometimes

67. Saver or spender? Saver

68. Glasses or contacts? Glasses

69. Laptop or desktop? desktop

70. Classic or modern? Classic? Maybe?

71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Personal Chef (yummy fooood!)

72. Internet or cell phone? Internet

73. Call or text? Text, I get soooo awkward on the phone

74. Curly hair or straight hair? Straight I guess.

75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? Evening. Helps me sleep

76. Spicy or mild? Mild, can't handle spicy >.<

77. Marvel or DC? Marvel

78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? Rent

79. Sky dive or bungee jump? No and no. Thank you and good day.

80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos

81. Jello or pudding? Pudding

82. Truth or dare? Dare

83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? Roller coaster weeee!

84. Leather or denim? Leather

85. Stripes or solids? Solids

86. Bagels or muffins? Bagels

87. Whole wheat or white? White

88. Beads or pearls? Beads

89. Hardwood or carpet? Hardwood forever!

90. Bright colors or neutral tones? Bright!

91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? Maybe like, a year or 2 younger? I wouldn't want to be a teenager again so not much younger! I wanna stay legal drinking age

92. Raisins or nuts? NUTS

93. Picnic or nice restaurant? Restaurant so no bitch ants or yogi bears can steal my food!

94. Black leather or brown leather? Black

95. Long hair or short hair? Long

96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? Ready aim, fire. Who fires before they aim? That's just asking for a disaster

97. Fiction or non-fiction? Fiction

98. Smoking or non-smoking? Non-smoking.

99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? Think before you talk?

100. Asking questions or answering questions? Answering

I’m really bad at tagging so I’ll just tag a couple people: @cass-darling and @otomegaminghell and anyone that sees this a wants to do it, consider yourselves tagged! ^^

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Jessamyn Stanley + Fat Yoga: Moving Beyond Body Positivity

Learn how Jessamyn Stanley has proven to the world that anybody can do yoga.

Christopher Dougherty

Jessamyn Stanley would like y’all to stop calling her a yogi—please and thank you. The 31-year-old yoga teacher from North Carolina, who once shamelessly peed her pants in Savasana rather than leave the room while teaching a hot-yoga class in London, has been struggling with mild celebrity since people started recognizing her in Whole Foods and the airport and the DMV and sometimes just walking down the street.

“It’s weird to be the fat kid that thin kids want to know/befriend,” -Jessamyn Stanley

Christopher Dougherty

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“Aren’t you that yoga teacher from the tampon commercial?” they began asking after she starred in a U by Kotex Fitness ad for menstrual pads. “Hey, aren’t you that yogi from Instagram?” It can sometimes feel relentless. And while it’s true that Stanley’s Instagram account (with 400,000 followers and rising) is populated by pictures of her, often in her underwear, practicing difficult yoga poses, she says the fame and other forms of ego candy that fuel social media are greatly at odds with the yogic lifestyle she’s trying to live. So will everyone just chill and let her live it?

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Like it or not, Stanley has attracted a massive amount of attention in what feels like a few short years. Since 2015, she’s been recognized by countless media outlets such as Forbes, Bon Appétit, and USA Today—and last year she became the go-to yoga spokesperson for the New York Times. Her podcast, Jessamyn Explains It All, is recording its second season, and she’s about to launch a Web series, in which she’ll tackle taboo, politicized issues such as the legalization of marijuana and the shortcomings of monogamy. (Her first guest will be yoga teacher and fellow body-positivity advocate Dana Falsetti.)

Stanley realized there was an opportunity to showcase a real yoga practice to the world.

Christopher Dougherty

Stanley believes people are paying attention because they aren’t used to seeing a fat black woman tackle tough asana, the American yoga space being—in her words—“deeply rooted in white supremacy.” She’s uncensored in her critiques of modern yoga in the West and of forms of oppression and body shaming she calls “patriarchal white-centric beauty standards.” She calls herself fat constantly—in her Instagram posts (“It’s weird to be the fat kid that thin kids want to know/befriend,” she wrote in August); in her 2017 book, Every Body Yoga; and in conversation—as a means of taking back ownership of a term generally reserved for shaming those it describes. To that end, she’s a one-woman visibility crusader, dismantling expectations about what a yoga body looks like and encouraging more people who don’t generally see themselves reflected in the yoga space to come along.

See also 5 Ways You Can Use Your Yoga Practice to Improve Your Body Image

Stanley started her Instagram account not to become the poster child for fat yoga, but to solicit feedback on a home practice she’d started in 2012. Like so many yoga practitioners, she says she never truly felt comfortable in a public yoga class, squeezing herself into the farthest back corner of the room wishing to be invisible—the very opposite of what she stands for today. But back then, she was insecure and a little lost, having dropped out of grad school at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, so she began a yoga practice from the safety of her own living room. She utilized Yoga Journal’s pose index and online classes from Kathryn Budig and Amy Ippoliti, documenting her progress online. “But the response I was getting from people wasn’t a lot of feedback about my practice, it was more people being like, ‘Oh, my god. I didn’t know fat people could do yoga,’” she says. “And I was like, ‘Why do you think that fat people can’t do yoga? Fat people do all kinds of stuff all the time.’” That’s when she realized her unique opportunity to broadcast a real yoga practice, “scars and all,” she says.

Armed with a highly articulate voice, a powerful social platform, and a whole lot of attitude, this yoga teacher and New Age thought leader has declared to the world that anybody can practice yoga.

Christopher Dougherty

By the time she attended a 200-hour yoga teacher training (YTT) in Asheville, North Carolina, in March 2015, she had amassed a sizable online following and interest from the press. In January of that year, People ran a story about the “self-proclaimed fat femme” who, with 29,000 followers, had become a “yoga star on Instagram.” In the piece, she discussed her plan to crowdsource the money she needed to attend YTT later. “There’s obviously a need for this,” she said at the time. “People are thirsty for someone who looks like them—or at least who doesn’t look like everybody else—to show them what to do.”

But as we sit across from each other eating churros and sipping on lattes one October morning in Durham, where she lives with her partner and three cats, she tells me she never aspired to become a yoga teacher at all. “So many people were asking me to do it,” she recalls. “But I didn’t understand why I needed to be the one to teach.” Instead, she’d thoughtfully respond to her fans by researching and suggesting Jessamyn-approved teachers in their areas. It wasn’t until her father, who had disapproved of her foray into yoga “from the jump-off” offered to help fund her training that she began to take teaching seriously. “My parents do not have $3,000 laying around,” Stanley says. “For him to be so emphatic, I realized there were bigger forces at play.”

Stanley has kept a dedicated home practice for the past seven years.

Christopher Dougherty

Stanley says her life could be neatly divided into pre- and post-YTT. “During YTT I had a number of experiences that cracked open my soul,” she says. “I was able to see so many things I’d been hiding from myself, and I understood that the way to teach people would be to genuinely live this practice and to shed light, as much as I can, on the spaces that are ugly and dark and complicated, and reflect that to the people. For me, that’s what teaching should be. Rather than being a career choice, it’s a mission. A call to action. Something to drive purpose in life. When I left training I was like, ‘OK, now it’s time to reach the people who have asked me to reach them.”

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And she does. Stanley spends nearly every weekend on the road teaching classes in regions where she’s been beckoned by students who are hungry for her brand of off-the-cuff honesty and brazen practice style. “She definitely has a take-no-prisoners approach that I deeply admire about her,” says yogalebrity in her own right Kathryn Budig. “I think we’re entering a phase where people want fewer platitudes and more honesty, and she delivers any message that she wants to give with no frills, completely unadulterated.”

Stanley’s tattoos serve as a reminder to practice what she preaches.

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Stanley’s ultimate goal is to make more body-diverse classes accessible to anyone who wants them—and to those who don’t yet realize that we all need them if we are ever to truly embrace what yoga is all about. Her new yoga app, The Under Belly, will launch early this year, helping to make her classes available to anyone with a smartphone or computer. Stanley realizes that this alone requires a certain amount of privilege, but she says she’s doing the best she can. She’s got bills to pay, too.

On our last day together, I ask her about some of the tattoos that adorn her arms like sheet music. One of them is the state motto of North Carolina, Esse quam videri, Latin for To be, rather than to seem. “She’s not about what things look like or being a yoga poseur,” says Sage Rountree, co-owner of Carolina Yoga Company, where Stanley once had a teaching residency. “She focuses more on being real than trying to project the image of being real.”

A comfortable home is the backbone of Stanley’s practice.

Christopher Dougherty

And that’s exactly why Stanley would like everyone to stop calling her a yogi. True yogis, she says, live in a state of perpetual detachment—from material possessions, from worry, from judgment. “It would be outrageous and outlandish to say I’ve found a way of dealing with, and releasing, attachment like that,” she says. But hey, she’s working on it. 

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About the Author Lindsay Tucker is a senior editor at Yoga Journal.

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If you're interested, here are the little things not a lot of people or just one knows about me. It's all random, ready?

1. For a long time, I could not drink iced tea unless I drank it with a spoon. 2. I had a fear of ugly people when I was growing up. 3. When I was in third to seventh grade (swore to god I was straight) I was so infatuated with this girl named Stephanie. Since her, I’ve been cursed with Libra’s. 4. Growing up, I fucking HATED alcohol to death and anything people smoked and swore to be straight edge and have “Drug Free” tattooed on my knuckles. 5. I would wet my hair when it was still curly and play rock music, then make an entrance to fight my little brother like in WWE. 6. I was once obsessed with 2k because I repeatedly effortlessly beat my brothers. 7. When I walk, I tap my foot after it touches the ground due to my compulsion/OCD and it’s barely noticable. 8. Once I realised I can squeeze my butt muscles, that became another compulsion. 9. I was once (kinda still am) infatuated with a Christian German Chad Michael Murray look alike from Sidewalk Sunday School (Yogi Bear). 10. When I’m alone, I randomly break out into improv and just talk to myself and act all by myself, and most of the time it’s emotional. 11. I pretend someone is interviewing me and I answer questions I’d love to be asked and make jokes and pretend I have fans. 12. I am nowhere near necrophiliac, but girls that look dead inside and out (like Emily from Corpse Bride or Amy Lee) are my weaknesses. 13. My first kiss was when I was 9 with my next door neighbour and even before 9, my next door neighbours always somehow had a thing for me. 14. I mimic sounds I strongly dislike to show I am annoyed with you. 15. Do not yawn excessively, cough excessively or sneeze or clear your throat, do not breathe heavily, do not chew your food loudly or annoyingly, do not touch me if I don’t give you permission and that includes tapping me to get my attention, do not let your teeth touch the spoon or fork when eating and don’t scrape your plate to eat because all of these things will make me want to murder you in many ways. 16. I have to have a crush or be in love to escape and for my life to not be boring. 17. I may seem super confident and I sometimes am, but I have a really low self esteem and hate being me a lot. 18. My first girlfriend was named Abigail and she wasn’t even really my girlfriend because it was on weeworld.com and I was STILL STRAIGHT AS FUCK. Anyways, she got a new boyfriend (I was a “boy”) and I sabotaged the fuck outta him. 19. I love fanfiction. I read it every single day. 20. I have a big scar on my inner thigh because a couch fell on me when I was a toddler and scraped my skin. 21. I was a my little pony theif when I was a kid. I lied about stealing them too. 22. I stole bubble gum from supermarkets. 23. I loved lying to people and destroying their soul because it felt good. 24. In middle school, I wrote in my journal about how annoying and stupid everyone in my class was and it made me sound like a pissy white boy school shooter. 25. I pushed my little brother off of a balcony and gave him a knot on his head because he annoyed me too much. Anger issues. 26. I can’t hold babies near balconies or railings without having the urge to throw them over. 27. I take everything to heart. 28. My favourite cereal is fruity pebbles, as I can eat 5 bowls tops. 29. I told my crush I’d dye my hair to his favourite colour and thought I was in love with him because he had green eyes. 30. People with green eyes are the ones I fall hardest for but they’re all temporary people in my life. 31. I had a crush on my brother’s god brother and me and this girl fought over him when he liked neither of us, and then we became best friends and rode in her barbie car. I was 4 at the time. 32. I have excellent memory for the most insignificant and significant things from when I was 2 to now. 33. Soymilk makes everything taste better and I hate regular milk. 34. I’m obsessed with astrology and believe that the greek gods are real. 35. I spent an entire summer in 2015 watching the telenovela Teresa because I’ve been obsessed since it first came out. 36. Summer of 2015 was my favourite. 37. I hate cake (unless it’s lemon or ice cream) and I can’t stand too much chocolate. 38. I have an undying love for TMNT but the old movie, not the new one. 39. I can’t kill bugs because I don’t like the sound they make. 40. “It is 10pm, do you know where your children are?” STILL SCARES THE FUCK OUT OF ME IDGAFFFF

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'Supernatural' Returns With 12.16 Ladies Drink Free

This week’s Supernatural "Ladies Drink Free" episode saw the return of Claire Novak (Kathryn Newton), who is a controversial character for the fandom. I was excited just to have the Show back on the air after a mini hiatus, so my expectations were somewhere in the middle -- but I was in a good mood just to be able to watch. I ended up enjoying the episode, though it won’t go down in history as one of my all time favorites. The opening scene was notable for its scariness factor, and also for the acknowledgment of what everyone is asking the characters in every single horror movie. That, of course, didn’t keep the brother and sister from being attacked by the creepy mask-wearing werewolf. That’s a new one, werewolves in masks! I guess that’s a smarter than average werewolf. Soon Sam and Dean are summoned to the Men of Letters headquarters, and I may have squealed a little bit just to have Ackles and Padalecki back on my tv screen, looking mighty fine. Dean is still clearly not really on board, especially not with the whole ‘reporting for duty’ thing. And especially if they keep him waiting!  I was glad to hear Dean say that out loud because we all knew that wouldn’t sit well with Dean. Thanks, Meredith Glynn, for putting it in words. I was also very glad to hear Mick admit that if Mary and Sam hadn’t been there, he would be dead too – finally, someone admitting that SAM saved the day and killed the alpha vampire! More thanks to the writer. Dean is also not down with Mick wanting to come along on the hunt, claiming that you can’t learn to hunt from reading a book. This has been the season of Sam prevailing, though, and once again Dean goes along with what his brother wants. I know some fans have been clamoring for a more equal partnership between the brothers for a long time, but I think it’s certainly there now. I like to think that Dean will still struggle with it from time to time, because being the big brother is ingrained in him (and I don’t ever want him to lose that, it’s a big part of why I watch the show) – but he absolutely respects Sam as an equal. They’re at a good place this season – they trust each other, respect each other, value each other’s intellect and strength. Would I like a little more emotion shown between them? Absolutely. But they are definitely a team, often speaking for each other with ‘we’ instead of ‘I’. Dean isn’t amused that Sam finds some things to like about the BMoL, and I find that amusing. Mick: Kendrick’s is the largest collection of occult lore in the world. Sam: Cool! (Turning to Dean to share his glee) Dean: (glares) If words could kill, seriously. Sam: O—o. I laughed out loud. Sometimes I almost forget what a treasure it is having Ackles and Padalecki on this show –  they can take a small scene like this one and make it into something hysterically funny, or heartbreakingly sad. Sometimes just with a look. This was one of those moments. In fact, Dean is not amused at all every time Sam shows any enthusiasm for the way the BMoL do things. It’s endearingly like Dean and Mick are fighting over Sam’s loyalties, which warms my heart. I need to see more emotion between the brothers, Show, but this will suffice for now. Sam gets to do a lot of shaking his head, but there’s a fondness to it that I also appreciate. Dean has to endure podcasts in the Impala and Mick in the backseat, and it’s during the drive that Sam and Dean learn that the BMoL have been killing whatever they deem as monsters indiscriminately, even ones who might not have done anything bad. Sam and Dean protest, citing Garth as an example of a so-called monster who can keep it in check, but Mick is not convinced. They are then conveniently distracted by arriving at their destination, but the conversation seems to foreshadow what fandom has been expecting for some time – the Winchesters will eventually part ways with the BMoL over this very issue. Sam and Dean started out also thinking in black and white, but over the years they’ve realized that not all monsters hurt people. I actually tweeted #alwaysshadeesofgray after that conversation, before Dean makes it explicit a bit later in the episode. I love that about Supernatural and am once again thrilled to have it acknowledged in actual dialogue (and without the help of anvils either). Thank you once again, Meredith! The “3-star hotel” scene was also glorious. Dean’s glee about the “little shampoo bottles” was so very Dean – it always makes him look like a five-year-old no matter how old either he or Ackles get. I also love that neither of the Winchesters was all that thrilled about the separate rooms, though – they do their best work in their shared hotel rooms! Has Ackles already said that Dean grabbing a fist full of the free hotel mints and trying to shove them in his jacket was an ad lib? My money is on it if not. Never change, Dean. I love all those little reminders of the sort of life the Winchesters have to live off the grid. They don’t allow themselves luxuries, but on those rare occasions when they can have a taste of some “luxury”, Dean grabs for it with both hands. That also explains his dip in the pool, sans bathing suit. FAIL, SHOW, FAIL! Where is this footage??? Sam’s face was pretty priceless though as he contemplates the image. Which Dean clearly enjoys way too much. The Winchesters and Mick visit the surviving werewolf attack victim in the hospital, getting competitive about who gets to talk to her and her distraught mom. Mick wins out by pretending to be a doctor – he is a rather quick study, even adopting a Fleetwood Mac alias himself. But then he flat out lies to Sam and Dean about the girl being bitten, and uh oh. We can see where this is going. Sure enough, Mick goes back and kills her, but Adam Fergus does a good job of foreshadowing the not black and white speech Dean’s going to end up giving him. It’s his first kill by his own hand, and it’s clearly not as easy as he thought it was going to be. Meanwhile, Claire has been working the same werewolf case. And she’s also lying – to Jody. There are so many lies in this season it makes my head spin! Dean calls her on the phone she’s using for cases, doing his best impression of Yogi Bear, which cracked me up (and was probably a lot of fun for Ackles). They meet up and catch up over a beer (which Dean won’t let Claire drink). Claire insists Jody is fine with her hunting alone and too busy anyway, which clearly neither of the Winchesters are buying. Dean’s still pissed about Sam’s enthusiasm for Mick and the BMoL too, much to my continued amusement. Dean: Oh he’s Sam’s best friend. They’re like nerd soulmates. Me: Soulmates! Nope. That’s already been settled on Supernatural. Sam just rolls his eyes at his brother. Mick lies again to Sam and Dean the next day, but that’s okay because we get a treat – we get Smart!Dean, my absolute favorite flavor! I adored Dean interrogating Mick as they’re supposed to be interrogating the bartender with the tattoos, clearly knowing he’s lying. And then grabbing him by the hurt shoulder he’s trying to hide and slamming him up against the wall. Damn! Badass!Dean, wait, that’s my favorite flavor! This episode kept reminding me of early Supernatural episodes, almost like I was having flashbacks. That pinch to the wounded shoulder threw me back to Born Under A Bad Sign, when possessed Sam does the same thing to Dean (who has been shot in the shoulder). That was one of the episodes that sold me on this show, so intense and so superbly acted. Like I said, I loved Dean letting Mick know in no uncertain terms that this is NOT black and white, and not letting him off the hook. He tells it like it is: you killed that girl. That mother lost two children. Dean: All you have is a case in front of you. But here’s a little tip – things aren’t just black and white out here. Dean brings up Magda too, who Sam and Dean think they spared to go live her life. Mick, of course, knows that Mr. Ketch executed her. I wonder when the Winchesters will find out about that?? We also get some Badass!Dean dealing with the jerk of a bartender guy, who seems to think it’s perfectly fine to be grabby and disrespectful to “girls like that”.  Dean getting in his face and warning him never to touch Claire again or “I’ll break your face!” was not only hot has hell, but made me want to jump up and yell YES! You tell him, Dean! Dean has come a long way in more ways than one. Sam, meanwhile, is attempting a heart to heart with Claire, where he sounds oh so reasonable, and she isn’t having it. Calling Sam an old skeezer seemed like a low blow (and didn’t endear the character to Sam fans…), but nobody who’s struggling to be seen as an adult likes being called childish I suppose.  Sam nevertheless tries to convince Claire to tell Jody the truth. Claire: Stop treating me like a stupid kid! Sam: Then stop acting like one! Predictably, Claire has a tantrum and runs off (with headphones on….definitely a rookie hunter move, Claire) and, as we suspected would happen, gets bitten by the werewolf. Sam comes running just a moment too late and drops to his knees to gather Claire into his arms, frantically checking to see if she was bitten. Jared did an amazing job in this scene, conveying Sam’s desperate hope and then the moment he realizes with horror and despair that she was. I guess I’m thinking a lot about early SPN recently, because this scene reminded me of another of my most unforgettable scenes – when Dean arrives similarly a moment too late to save Sam in AHBL, gathering him up and having a similar crushing realization as he checks Sam’s injuries and feels all the blood. They even say the same things, murmuring “I gotcha, I gotcha”. Ouch. My flashback invested the scene with even more emotion. [caption id="attachment_44406" align="aligncenter" width="640"] Caps by: jarpadprincess[/caption] The next scene was one of the strongest, as Claire begs to be killed, saying she knows she won’t be able to keep from hurting someone and she refuses to take that chance. I liked Claire more than ever in this scene, and Kathryn Newton did a great job – Claire demonstrates that maturity that she’s been struggling with, along with palpable emotion. Some of my own emotional reaction is also due to Padalecki and Ackles, who look absolutely devastated about what has happened. They’re both such good actors that the pain on those handsome faces just seeps right into me – pretty sure I had a similarly pained expression in empathy. Dean: (desperately) You can live with this. Claire: No, I can’t. Cue the sad sad music, and me fumbling for the tissues. Sam and Dean are a united front against Mick at this point, nearly speaking in unison. Dean: Back off! Sam: Shut up! Sam: (steely) You killed a kid. We’re not angry; we’re done. Damn boys. Sam, super smart geeky research boy that he is, makes all that staying up reading pay off – the BMoL did have a cure for this, at least in mice. It killed 9 out of 10, in agony, but at least there’s a chance. My twitter timeline always adds to the fun. Astroglide: (who often wins the best tweet contest hands down): You know what sounds like a terrible idea? Were-mice. Anyway, Dean says absolutely not, it’s too risky (though really Dean, how risky are the other options?)  But Claire wants to do it. Kudos to Meredith Glynn for the next little interchange, as they try to decide whether to risk it. Dean to Claire: You don’t get a vote in this. Claire: It’s my life. I get ALL the votes. Damn right. And another thank you to Glynn. Dean wants to disagree, but Sam backs Claire up, and Dean reluctantly goes along. (Once again, that’s a theme this season. Dean is as emotional and passionate as ever, but he can also listen to other viewpoints and hear them. And he’s capable of understanding when his knee-jerk reaction, his long ingrained need to protect those he loves, is not the right way to go. That, right there, is character growth. Character growth that’s realistic and not superhuman miraculous) Adam Fergus also did a great job in this scene of showing us Mick’s in-episode evolution. He’s still torn between what his orders are and the way the BMoL have always done things, but the Winchesters are already teaching him. Dean leaves Claire with Mick along with a threat that nobody has any doubt he’ll carry out if needed, but you get the feeling that Mick is also rooting for Claire at this point. He killed one young girl; I don’t think he wants to do that again. Sam and Dean head out to find the werewolf sire. I love that at first they rough up the wrong guy – just because he has tats doesn’t mean he’s the bad guy! (Also, that guy’s gonna have some gigantic therapy bills after this.) Unfortunately, that means the real bad guy is grabbing Claire out from under the hapless Mick and taking her back to his place to turn her. She manages not to gulp down the nice juicy fresh heart he tries to force on her (ewww, Kathryn Newton you’re a brave soul…) and while the dialogue in this scene didn’t ring true to me (really? Claire takes the time to wittily call the bad guy ‘Teen Wolf’ in the middle of all this?) I was intrigued with what we learned. The werewolf and his pack were peaceful until the BMoL started wholesale killing them. How much worse are they making things in the US? This is a lesson the Winchesters learned a long time ago, but I wonder if this will poke a substantial hole in Mary’s argument that they’re “doing so much good.” Maybe not. The Winchesters and Mick track Claire down thanks to a bug in her pocket, there’s a fight scene that’s as well choreographed as all the fight scenes in Supernatural,  Dean defends himself from were!Claire with pots and pans and Mick manages to help save the day (and Dean). They have the means to inject Claire with her sire’s blood now, but how much do I love that Dean pauses before he plunges the needle in, looking to Sam. Dean has learned some hard lessons about consent. So has Sam. Dean: She wanted this, right? Sam: Oh yeah. There are a lot of messages in here about autonomy that are right on point, can I just say? One more thank you to Glynn. And then they wait. Wait to see if Claire will live and get better or die in agony. She definitely experiences the agony part – once again, the worst of that was watching the pain on Dean and Sam’s faces as they have to watch. Dean eventually can’t take it and goes out to get some air, reminding me of that time Sam was detoxing in the panic room and Dean couldn’t stand to listen. Dean can be ruthless and fearless, but he takes no pleasure in hearing someone else in pain – if it’s someone he cares about, his empathy literally won’t allow him to bear it. (And yes, I love that about him). Sam calls his brother back inside when they think Claire has died, but I’m guessing none of the viewers fell for that. I wish I had, because then it would have had more impact when she opened her (human looking again) eyes, but the relief on Sam and Dean’s faces feels really good anyway. Of course, that scene and this episode, in general, reminded most of us of the classic episode ‘Heart’, where a heartbroken Sam has to kill Madison and an equally heartbroken Dean has to let him. Who will ever forget Dean’s flinch when the gun shot ran out, or the single tear that overflowed when it did, knowing how much it cost his little brother? Some fans felt that finding this new werewolf cure negated the intensity of that episode, but it wasn’t truly a retcon. They couldn’t have cured Madison back then; they had no way of knowing that the BMoL had been working on a cure. So for me, that episode remains just as tragic and just as emotional. I’m sure poor Sam and Dean are going to think about Madison sooner or later, though, and find it even more heartbreaking. Claire shows her newfound maturity again by thanking the Winchesters, gets some hugs, and heads to her car. Sam and Dean, showing their respect for the fact that she is an adult (I’m assuming she’s over 18, and to the Winchesters, that would certainly rate being old enough considering their own hunting history), leave the decision to call Jody to her.  Claire actually did hear Sam though, even if she pretended she didn’t – she calls and leaves a message, acknowledging Jody’s impact on her as ‘her mother’. I might have sniffled a little. Also anytime we’re reminded that Kim Rhodes will eventually be back, I’m a happy camper. Sam and Dean decide to give Mick one more chance, presumably because he came through in the end, but that doesn’t seem like the best choice to me. They said one chance! Hmmm. I have to quibble a bit with the end too. Claire drives off, on the nose rock music playing (Wild Child). That parallel was a bit too heavy-handed for me – yes, we get it, she’s a hunter. But only the Impala gets to drive offscreen at the end of an episode, Show. Got it? The ending had Wayward Daughters spin-off feels all over it, which would be very welcomed by the fandom. If that was the intention, I’ll forgive that error this once. But don’t let it happen again. I like my endings with Sam, Dean and Baby driving off up the road. While this won’t go down in history as one of my favorite episodes, I like how much evolution occurred for both Claire and Mick, and I like that we’re finding out more about the BMoL little by little. The theme of lies and deception continues, but I’m at least hoping that none of that will be between Sam and Dean. It was difficult to watch Sam not tell Dean about working with the BMoL, essentially telling him after they’d already been taking their cases. Not cool, Sam. No more of that. Some of the cast live-tweeted the episode, so we got a few behind the scenes pictures. Kathryn has to deal with plenty of big brother shenanigans, clearly – Jensen tied her shoe laces together in the scene where Claire is crying. [caption id="attachment_44420" align="aligncenter" width="533"] Photo: Kathyrn Newton Twitter[/caption] And even William Shatner was a bit put off by Claire’s insult to Sam. Shatner: hey @jarpad, Skeezer?? Exactly. One more little thing. Claire reads Batgirl. Nice touch, Supernatural. Glad you’re back! Check out next week's Supernatural episode 1217 The British Invasion.

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Jessamyn Stanley is so over white-centric, consumer-driven yoga. Armed with a highly articulate voice, a powerful social platform, and a whole lot of attitude, this yoga teacher and New Age thought leader has declared to the world that anybody can practice yoga. And she’s not afraid to show us how it’s done.

Learn how Jessamyn Stanley has proven to the world that anybody can do yoga.

Jessamyn Stanley would like y’all to stop calling her a yogi—please and thank you. The 31-year-old yoga teacher from North Carolina, who once shamelessly peed her pants in Savasana rather than leave the room while teaching a hot-yoga class in London, has been struggling with mild celebrity since people started recognizing her in Whole Foods and the airport and the DMV and sometimes just walking down the street.

“It’s weird to be the fat kid that thin kids want to know/befriend," -Jessamyn Stanley

“Aren’t you that yoga teacher from the tampon commercial?” they began asking after she starred in a U by Kotex Fitness ad for menstrual pads. “Hey, aren’t you that yogi from Instagram?” It can sometimes feel relentless. And while it’s true that Stanley’s Instagram account (with 400,000 followers and rising) is populated by pictures of her, often in her underwear, practicing difficult yoga poses, she says the fame and other forms of ego candy that fuel social media are greatly at odds with the yogic lifestyle she’s trying to live. So will everyone just chill and let her live it?

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Like it or not, Stanley has attracted a massive amount of attention in what feels like a few short years. Since 2015, she’s been recognized by countless media outlets such as Forbes, Bon Appétit, and USA Today—and last year she became the go-to yoga spokesperson for the New York Times. Her podcast, Jessamyn Explains It All, is recording its second season, and she’s about to launch a Web series, in which she’ll tackle taboo, politicized issues such as the legalization of marijuana and the shortcomings of monogamy. (Her first guest will be yoga teacher and fellow body-positivity advocate Dana Falsetti.)

Stanley realized there was an opportunity to showcase a real yoga practice to the world.

Stanley believes people are paying attention because they aren’t used to seeing a fat black woman tackle tough asana, the American yoga space being—in her words—“deeply rooted in white supremacy.” She’s uncensored in her critiques of modern yoga in the West and of forms of oppression and body shaming she calls “patriarchal white-centric beauty standards.” She calls herself fat constantly—in her Instagram posts (“It’s weird to be the fat kid that thin kids want to know/befriend,” she wrote in August); in her 2017 book, Every Body Yoga; and in conversation—as a means of taking back ownership of a term generally reserved for shaming those it describes. To that end, she’s a one-woman visibility crusader, dismantling expectations about what a yoga body looks like and encouraging more people who don’t generally see themselves reflected in the yoga space to come along.

See also 5 Ways You Can Use Your Yoga Practice to Improve Your Body Image

Stanley started her Instagram account not to become the poster child for fat yoga, but to solicit feedback on a home practice she’d started in 2012. Like so many yoga practitioners, she says she never truly felt comfortable in a public yoga class, squeezing herself into the farthest back corner of the room wishing to be invisible—the very opposite of what she stands for today. But back then, she was insecure and a little lost, having dropped out of grad school at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, so she began a yoga practice from the safety of her own living room. She utilized Yoga Journal’s pose index and online classes from Kathryn Budig and Amy Ippoliti, documenting her progress online. “But the response I was getting from people wasn’t a lot of feedback about my practice, it was more people being like, ‘Oh, my god. I didn’t know fat people could do yoga,’” she says. “And I was like, ‘Why do you think that fat people can’t do yoga? Fat people do all kinds of stuff all the time.’” That’s when she realized her unique opportunity to broadcast a real yoga practice, “scars and all,” she says.

Armed with a highly articulate voice, a powerful social platform, and a whole lot of attitude, this yoga teacher and New Age thought leader has declared to the world that anybody can practice yoga.

By the time she attended a 200-hour yoga teacher training (YTT) in Asheville, North Carolina, in March 2015, she had amassed a sizable online following and interest from the press. In January of that year, People ran a story about the “self-proclaimed fat femme” who, with 29,000 followers, had become a “yoga star on Instagram.” In the piece, she discussed her plan to crowdsource the money she needed to attend YTT later. “There’s obviously a need for this,” she said at the time. “People are thirsty for someone who looks like them—or at least who doesn’t look like everybody else—to show them what to do.”

But as we sit across from each other eating churros and sipping on lattes one October morning in Durham, where she lives with her partner and three cats, she tells me she never aspired to become a yoga teacher at all. “So many people were asking me to do it,” she recalls. “But I didn’t understand why I needed to be the one to teach.” Instead, she’d thoughtfully respond to her fans by researching and suggesting Jessamyn-approved teachers in their areas. It wasn’t until her father, who had disapproved of her foray into yoga “from the jump-off” offered to help fund her training that she began to take teaching seriously. “My parents do not have $3,000 laying around,” Stanley says. “For him to be so emphatic, I realized there were bigger forces at play.”

Stanley has kept a dedicated home practice for the past seven years.

Stanley says her life could be neatly divided into pre- and post-YTT. “During YTT I had a number of experiences that cracked open my soul,” she says. “I was able to see so many things I’d been hiding from myself, and I understood that the way to teach people would be to genuinely live this practice and to shed light, as much as I can, on the spaces that are ugly and dark and complicated, and reflect that to the people. For me, that’s what teaching should be. Rather than being a career choice, it’s a mission. A call to action. Something to drive purpose in life. When I left training I was like, ‘OK, now it’s time to reach the people who have asked me to reach them.”

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And she does. Stanley spends nearly every weekend on the road teaching classes in regions where she’s been beckoned by students who are hungry for her brand of off-the-cuff honesty and brazen practice style. “She definitely has a take-no-prisoners approach that I deeply admire about her,” says yogalebrity in her own right Kathryn Budig. “I think we’re entering a phase where people want fewer platitudes and more honesty, and she delivers any message that she wants to give with no frills, completely unadulterated.”

Stanley's tattoos serve as a reminder to practice what she preaches.

Stanley’s ultimate goal is to make more body-diverse classes accessible to anyone who wants them—and to those who don’t yet realize that we all need them if we are ever to truly embrace what yoga is all about. Her new yoga app, The Under Belly, will launch early this year, helping to make her classes available to anyone with a smartphone or computer. Stanley realizes that this alone requires a certain amount of privilege, but she says she’s doing the best she can. She’s got bills to pay, too.

On our last day together, I ask her about some of the tattoos that adorn her arms like sheet music. One of them is the state motto of North Carolina, Esse quam videri, Latin for To be, rather than to seem. “She’s not about what things look like or being a yoga poseur,” says Sage Rountree, co-owner of Carolina Yoga Company, where Stanley once had a teaching residency. “She focuses more on being real than trying to project the image of being real.”

A comfortable home is the backbone of Stanley’s practice.

And that’s exactly why Stanley would like everyone to stop calling her a yogi. True yogis, she says, live in a state of perpetual detachment—from material possessions, from worry, from judgment. “It would be outrageous and outlandish to say I’ve found a way of dealing with, and releasing, attachment like that,” she says. But hey, she’s working on it. 

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About the Author Lindsay Tucker is a senior editor at Yoga Journal.

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Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by Alec Baldwin. *Raises hand* I haven’t posted a #tbt in a while. Mostly, because I’ve recycled through the majority of my adorable baby pictures that strategically aim to show potential bachelors how beautiful our future children will be, and well, secondarily, I turned twenty-five this year and need to grow the duck up. After posting yesterday’s compelling #tbt, and after the internet was back up and running after I literally broke it, I sat back, relaxed, and read through your comments. To everyone who demanded that I tell them what I said to Alec, I am offended. Where were you so called “loyal followers” three years ago, when I was actually pooping my pants over the fact that Alec Baldwin cyberly attacked and roasted me like a lying, drunken, good-for-nothing piece of butternut squash? Perhaps the most disturbing part of yesterday’s fiasco, was the outpour of messages from my very best friends, asking me to remind them of exactly what happened, so they could share MY story with their accomplices who had too much pride to fangirl me and give me the satisfaction of their curiosity. The nerve, I swear. To the loyal fans, who left comments of support and encouragement during quite arguably my most hectic social media day of the year, keep it up, it is because of you that I have decided to open up and tell my story. It was a rainy day in July, the year was 2014. I sat in a pub in London with my best friend, Lindsay, who was hosting me for the week with her family in Belgravia. We had just graduated from Rollins College, had not yet started jobs, and had entirely too much time on our hands. As we sipped on our mid-afternoon pints, we engaged in riveting conversation about trolling. The Dictionary defines trolling as “to make a deliberately offensive or provocative online post with the aim of upsetting someone or eliciting an angry response from them.” Urban Dictionary, however, defines trolling as “the art of deliberately, cleverly, and secretly pissing people off”. I tend to define it by the latter, but either work. I had been a long-time fan of the Baldwin family, initially finding solace in the fact that Ireland Baldwin also grew up with a father who used creative and thought provoking language to address his daughter in moments of distress, like when he called her a “rude, thoughtless little pig.” Just kidding Dad, I know you would have been more creative than that. My real admiration of Ireland, however, stemmed from her relationship with Slater Trout, a Professional Stand Up Paddler and Photographer. Disclaimer: Ireland only dates Professional Sit Down Paddler’s now. Ireland and Slater’s relationship was hot and heavy. They were young, in love, and things were going way too smoothly for them. No wonder Ireland went completely bat shit crazy, dyed her hair purple, broke poor Slater’s heart, got a baker’s dozen tattoos and started dating black FEMALE rapper, Angel Haze. Not only was Angel Haze sweaty, smelly, and disgusting looking, but she had a shitty attitude too. Their relationship started right around the same time when Alec was arrested by the NYPD for riding his bicycle the wrong way in traffic, and took to Twitter to tell everyone how he really felt about the arrest. “Officer Moreno, badge number 23388, arrested me and handcuffed me for going the wrong way on Fifth Ave” (ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 “Meanwhile, photographers outside my home ONCE AGAIN terrified my daughter and nearly hit her with a camera. The police did nothing.” (@ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 ”New York City is a mismanaged carnival of stupidity that is desperate for revenue and anxious to criminalize behavior once thought benign.” (@ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 People weren’t very happy about Alec’s Tweets and his PR team basically told him to shut the front door. You can only imagine how much Alec was struggling to keep quiet when Angel Haze released a statement about his beloved Ireland later that month, spilling the beans on her and Ireland’s racy sex life. “An interracial gay couple, I mean that’s just weird for America right now. We f**k and friends don’t f**k. I have never f**ked one of my friends. Once I see you in that way, it doesn’t happen,” she says. “But we do f**k and it’s crazy and that’s weird to say because I think about it in terms of an audience reading it and them thinking, ‘What the hell?’ But it happens.” Since Alec had a history of being, well, very honest, the people were eagerly awaiting his response. For the first time in Alec’s life, he was being well-behaved. That is when Lindsay and I decided to interject. We had never trolled someone before, and we weren’t exactly sure how it worked. After a couple beers and thoughtful consideration, we demised a plan. Off of my Instagram account, Brigmur, I left a subtle comment on one of Angel Haze’s posts. Not on her latest post, but an older post, in order to make my comment stand out from the rest. The comment read, “My dad had dinner with Alec last night and Alec said he would have actually learned to like you, if you hadn’t said such sexually explicit stuff about his daughter.” One comment, and that was all that it took. We stirred the pot and waited for the aftermath to unfold. Realistically, we were joking around and didn’t expect anything to come from our asinine commentary. The rain continued and we headed back to the house for an afternoon nap before dinner. Our bedroom was in the basement of the house, and we didn’t get much cell service. Lindsay was sleeping, and I started receiving random messages on my phone. They all seemed out of order, and I was super confused. My phone was blowing up. I went near the window and opened Instagram to find over a thousand friend requests. “Lindsay, wake up! Something is happening!” I had text messages from all sorts of people, asking me why Alec Baldwin just directed an Instagram post at me. However, when I went to his Instagram to view his post, I couldn’t see anything. I later discovered that this was because he had blocked me, right after he gave me a warm Instagram shoutout, “It never ceases to amaze me how much lying, drunken, good-for-nothing trash posts their garbage on here @brigmur”. Well, there he was. The old Alec we all knew and loved had returned! I continued to receive Instagram requests, and people messaged me telling me how Alec found out about my comment. Someone who claimed to be friends with Angel Haze said that Ireland was holding onto Angel’s phone while she was performing at a concert and saw my comment. Someone else said that Ireland called Alec in hysterics, telling him to stay out of her life. Who knows what the real story is, but the whole thing was pretty epic. I couldn’t have cared less that Alec Baldwin blocked me on Instagram, I never even followed him to begin with. The real slap in the face, though, was when Ireland blocked me. It has been three years and I still don’t know what my girl Ireland is up to. About a month later, I was searching random Baldwin family members and discovered that Hilaria Baldwin hadn’t blocked me. This was an opportunity. I took to one of her older Instagram posts, of her doing yoga of course. “My dad had dinner with Alec last night and Alec said he would like you a lot more if you weren’t such a yogi”. Anddd…..Blocked.