#yoga for tension

[travelingtwentysomething]

That stretch when you've been scrolling on your phone for God knows how long and you've been contorted into whatever weird neck/back/hip configuration you scrunched into and all that tension finally releases and your brain goes into warp drive and you have like a tiny orgasm and you sigh like your lungs haven't felt real air for 1.5 business days and your spine feels like it was finally plugged into your brain properly almost like a charger that's half in a loose socket and you hear that little ding that lets you know you're actually plugged in and charging now and you open your eyes realizing you don't know when or if you actually closed them or you may have blacked out for just a second

[jazzums]

i ache from working 11 hours today and the only thing that ails me is twisting my body into a pretzel

[dilfkuza]

in a perfect world where Kiryu got to go home to his family, i think he would try to do activities with Haruka to make up for lost time. but instead of straight out asking her what she wants to do i think he'd just try to guess and they'd end up doing a bunch of weird classes together.

they're taking a cooking class where Haruka is in charge of the stove. she remembers the meals he made and doesn't trust him not to burn it, he's staring at the instructions trying to figure out what "stiff peaks form" means.

they're going to yoga; she's doing just fine and honestly needs the stretching after taking care of Haruto. Kiryu is extremely stiff but can do a full back bend and will not explain how or why.

painting class goes about as well as you'd expect. Kiryu has what can be generously called abstract art, but Haruka made something they could proudly hang on the wall.

he's trying his best to try and make up for being gone, and everyone can tell. Haruka likes the classes, but she likes going to the park and watching him play with Haruto even better.

[circusclownproductions]

my body is so determined to be in pain

[rook-of-the-woods]

crunchy peanut butter enjoyers, theatre kids, people who have those weird little white dogs with crusty eyes, french apologists, cancers, people who sleep to music, people who drink their orange juice with pulp, people who complain about the cold, yoga enjoyers, people who cry easily, mayonnaise haters, pistachio ice cream enjoyers, tea drinkers, people who shower in the mornings, fanfiction writers, people who exclusively use tampons, bath enjoyers, tiktok users, people who can fall asleep easily, and anyone with a 100% win streak on wordle

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DO NOT INTERACT: crunchy peanut butter enjoyers, theatre kids, people who have those weird little white dogs with crusty eyes, french apologists, cancers, people who sleep to music, people who drink their orange juice with pulp, people who complain about the cold, yoga enjoyers, people who cry easily, mayonnaise haters, pistachio ice cream enjoyers, tea drinkers, people who shower in the mornings, fanfiction writers, people who exclusively use tampons, bath enjoyers, tiktok users, people who can fall asleep easily, and anyone with a 100% win streak on wordle

[fxckinemo]

god i hope work is easy today i feel like garbage

[heal-well-blog]

Explore the benefits of starting a home yoga practice for mental clarity and physical flexibility. Learn how yoga can improve both your mind and body at home.

[cassie-reader]

Yoga

“It isn’t that hard, Can.” With my hand lightly on his metal arm, I looked up into his steel blue eyes. When I had first met him, they were dark and haunted, now they were soft and gentle as he dipped his chin, head tilted slightly. Though his face was stern, I relished the softness in his gaze. “You can lift as much as you want, but it won’t do much. Besides,” I tilted my head as I looked at him through my eye lashes, “It helps to prevent injuries.”

“Darlin’.” He shook his head as his sonorous laugh engulfed the empty, isolating room. “I’m not flexible. I can’t even close my arms fully to my sides.” Demonstrating, he falled to fully close the gap between his arm and his side, the muscle refusing.

“We all have that natural ability, Can-Can. You just have to do a little practice after so long being a brick of muscle.” Placing my hands on my hips, I removed my contact from him, his eyes following my hand as it moved from him.

His touch darted out to wet his lips as he apprised me, seeming to take in every aspect of my expression as though he was hoping to read my mind. “You just want to prove you’re better than me in an area of physical activity.”

“Maybe,” I grinned, my tongue wetting my lips as I unwillingly copied his movements. “Or perhaps, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, Buchanan. I kind of like having you around.” My gaze flickered to his lips as a lopsided grin spread across his face. “Who else is supposed to scare assholes over the phone for me?”

“Well, now, I can’t deprive you of hearing about the steps to bake a cake in Russian, now can I?” He stretched his flesh hand as the knuckle of his finger brushed against my forearm for a split second. “That would be very cruel and unusual punishment of me.”

His tongue wet his lips as I gasped. “That’s what you were saying?” Laughter bubbled up my throat, dancing on my tongue as I copied him, face feeling unusually warm. “Does this mean you know how to bake? I should make you do all of the cooking from here on out.”

When his gaze moved over my head, focusing on a point behind me, my eyes fell to his lips again. Curiosity curling around my thoughts like an incessant cat, demanding my attention and willing to trip me if I ignored it. What would his lips feel like against mine? As his tongue followed the lines of his lips, all I could think about was how soft they look; how warm they would be as they moved against my skin. Would his lips move softly, or would they demand my attention? Would it feel as good as it did in my dream to brush my fingers across the curve of his jaw, over the stubble darkening his chin? Would he push me away or would his goofy, lopsided grin make me forget where we were, what circumstances we were in? If I kissed him in my apartment, would he pull me onto his lap and wrap his arms around me listening with the same intensity to my problems as he always had? Would he replace his advice with gentle kisses along my jaw, my neck, my face until I couldn’t think about what every irrational thing bothered me before telling me what he knew would calm my fears as he covered my face, arms, hands, shoulders in kisses?

Or would he pull away from my skin, too overwhelmed as memories of the nightmares that plague him?

Would I pull away from his hands on my hips, only able to feel the bruises my ex imprinted into my skin the night I met Can?

“What is it?” Moving my gaze from his lips, I followed his eyes to the stained window behind me.

“A bird.” When he turned his attention back to me, his steel blue eyes felt too intense as they held my dark ones prisoner, searching for something. His lips were slightly parted with the grin of a man who had gotten exactly what he wanted as his eye flickered between mine, seeming to have read my thoughts. I waited for him to smile, a warm and brilliant one, breaking the tension that had grown in the moments I suggested teaching him yoga. I was unsure why my lips had parted, as though in response to his.

“What kind of bird?” I inquired, uncertain in the atmosphere that had been slowly building.

“A hummingbird.” His voice had deepened and his body seemed to be leaning towards mine.

I may be naive, but I have spent enough years analysing body language to know what was happening. It may seem entirely ridiculous and unlikely to me, but if we stayed on the trajectory we were on, this conversation would end with a kiss. The question wasn’t if he was willing to kiss me. The question was if I was willing to risk destroying our friendship over something so silly. Had my dreams of late been filled with images of him, of pulling me closer to kiss my forehead with a soft yet cocky murmur before pulling away, his eyes alive and dancing; and I would laugh, pushing him just hard enough to move him before pulling him in for a kiss; our lips meeting with a laugh as I entwined our fingers? Were my thoughts begging me to feel how soft his lips were? To press my hand against his toned chest, allowing his arms to wrap around me? Did everything in me desire to feel his kiss?

Yes.

But was I willing to lose him?

No.

“Can?” My voice sounded breathless as I blinked up at him.

“Hmm?” His hum rolled through my chest, low and as soothing as a cats purr. Though, it was having the opposite effect at the moment.

“Yoga?” Was all that could escape as my gaze fell to his lips, before I dragged them back up to his eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Should we-- um--” I rubbed my neck, my face flushing as he wetted his parted lips. “Yoga?”

[cardiffhypnotherapy]

What are your favourite stretches?

[ffincher]

my body still hasnt recoverd from my parents visiting, im still in constant fight or flight :( i can barely breathe past my throat

[devsquared]

Alexander Technique is so strangely taught. Every book is like reading someone's book of shadows that they don't know is their book of shadows. Like 1/3 of it will be a straight-forward, desert-dry tension-reduction-by-attention-and-habit-modification manual, 1/3 will be a grift-flavoured advert for obviously endless expensive tutelage, and the final 1/3 is a prescriptivist cult recruitment pamphlet for the author's specific denomination, and their rituals and pseudo-scientific rationalisations

[lissafaye]

When I fall off doing things that make me feel good, like yoga, I feel so embarrassed trying to pick it back up. Even in the privacy of my own home. I have this odd crippling fear of being bad at something that’s honestly only for me. No one is ever going to see me do yoga, it’s something just for me. But I put it off and make it harder on myself when I do actually pick it back up. All that being said, it’s day 20 of doing yoga every day and I feel so much better. Less tense, more relaxed. Now watch me relearn this lesson again next year.

[malusokay]

when sad days hit 𓂃⋆.˚

sometimes, when life feels heavy, it’s hard to figure out what to do with yourself. here’s a little list of things that help me feel more grounded on days when everything seems off:

clear your schedule as much as you can. make time for yourself, to breathe, distract yourself, and focus on what brings you a little joy.

step outside for a bit. even if it’s just walking to the store to grab a snack. If going for a walk feels pointless, having a tiny mission (like buying chocolate or gum) can make it feel more doable.

call a friend. if calling feels like too much, text someone you trust. even a small connection can help break the mental loop.

stay warm. I swear, being cold makes everything worse.

try to pinpoint why you’re sad. if there’s no clear reason, that’s okay too, don’t overthink it. sometimes feelings just exist, and that’s okay.

move your body. you don’t have to hit the gym if that feels like too much. a YouTube workout, some yoga, or even just stretching can release some of the tension.

take a shower. clean hair = clean mind. I don’t know why, but when my hair feels dirty, I feel awful.

chill with the caffeine. too much coffee makes me more restless and anxious, so try to swap it for tea or water when you're already feeling down.

get off your phone. do something creative instead, make a collage, bake cookies, experiment with makeup. it’s a nice way to focus on something tactile and rewarding.

find cosy productivity. when I don’t feel like talking to people, I stay home and study or work on small projects. being cosy but productive is satisfying and keeps my mind busy.

keep track of your meals. I lose my appetite when I’m feeling down, so setting reminders to eat something makes a big difference.

sleep, sleep, sleep. honestly, sleep fixes more than you’d think. Give yourself permission to rest.

be gentle with yourself, and remember, it’s okay to take things one tiny step at a time. you’re doing your best, and that’s more than enough. <3

my insta -> @ malusokay

[niwaart]

Family without light

[#Part1 #part2 #Part3]

Jason's bike stopped in front of Damian's school, the school was almost empty at this time. Damian walked over to where Jason stopped and got on the bike after putting on his helmet. Jason noticed that Damian was depressed these months, he would be a fool if he did not notice the change in Damian, first his fights with Tim had stopped, his taking care of his animals had decreased, and his enthusiasm for fighting crime had disappeared. He knew why, it was all because of Y/N's departure, and he had to admit that her decision to divorce Bruce was a good choice... almost.

He rode his bike back to Wayne Manor in silence, Jason didn't make fun of Damian for this, he himself was suffering now after Y/N's departure and even before her departure... Before his death, his relationship with Y/N ​​was beautiful, wonderful, like a real family, he couldn't have asked for more, but after his death... everything changed, he still remembered that night when he returned to Gotham and sought revenge on Bruce and the Joker, when Batman was chasing him through the city's procedures and the identity of the Red Hood was still unknown Y/N was the first to discover his true identity, she was monitoring his movements through the bat computer while Batman was chasing him, and when she saw Red Hood's movements... and how familiar he was in every way she didn't hesitate for a moment to take the nearest car in front of her and drive to Batman and Red Hood's location. Alfred tried to stop her but couldn't, as soon as Y/N reached their location she ran to them. Batman tried to stop Y/N and push her away but Y/N shouted at Batman that Red Hood is her son… her son… Jason remembers that he froze in place when he saw Y/N and when he heard the word… my son… his mind was confused, he didn’t know what to do and from the sudden tension and pressure he raised his gun towards her and shot her… he doesn’t remember what happened after that… he doesn’t remember anything… he only remembers that Y/N gave him a look that he will never forget as long as he lives… a look full of pain and sadness… and disappointment… and from the strength of his fear and tension he fired another shot and then everything else turned into a blur… he ran as fast as he could away from the place… away from her…

Since that day his relationship with Y/N ​​changed, even after his relationship with Bruce improved, he didn't visit her or meet her... afraid of her reaction, afraid of seeing her hatred towards him in her eyes... Still... he was still trying to follow her... even if it was by chance... he wanted to improve his relationship with her.. like before... to be a mother and son again... he admits that he missed hugging her before going to sleep, and morning activities like yoga and chasing around the house... if he could go back.. he wants to stay in those moments that he cherished with all his heart... but he can't... he tried once to enter the house at a random time... just to meet Y/N even if it was by chance... but by mistake.. he overheard Y/N and Alfred arguing about him... which broke his heart and he surrendered that she would never forgive him.. Alfred told her to see Jason more, Jason became quieter and came to the house more often... Y/N's answer had ruined all his plans for reconciliation... Y/N said that this boy is not Jason... Not her son… Her son is dead and he’s not coming back. Jason remembers running as fast as he could out of the house, riding his bike as fast as he could, and hiding in one of his safe houses. He couldn’t stop the tears… He couldn’t hide his regret… Hide his feelings… Hide his frustration… He was sorry… He was sorry… He was ready to pay back… He was ready for Y/N to shoot him if she wanted… She could kill him if she wanted… He was ready to surrender… He just wanted her to forgive him… To be her son again… He wanted to tell her about his fears and nightmares that haunt him at night… He wanted to tell her about the pain he felt without her, he wanted to hold her before he fell asleep… Like a little child… Couldn’t he have that? Couldn’t he be her son again? What should he do? He was ready to do what she asked for until the end… He really missed her so much…

Jason stopped his bike in front of Wayne Manor. "Okay brat... We're here." Jason turned to Damian who took off his helmet and walked silently into the manor... Jason sighed sadly. He was sure Damian felt the same way... That he missed her... Jason wondered if Y/N still had any love for him... He didn't know.

As soon as Damian entered his room, he threw his bag and lay down on his bed... Why did she hate him? Was it because he was cruel? Or because he was so emotional? Or because he was cursing and belittling her? Or because he broke her hand because she tried to brush his hair? Or because he was comparing her to his mother Talia in front of everyone... ? Does she hate him now because of this? He's sorry... He's so sorry... He's ready to apologize... He's so sorry for all the stupid fights... He's sorry for every word he said... He's sorry for trying to be cruel... He's so sorry for all the threatening texts he sent... Maybe... Maybe if he apologized in front of her, she'd forgive him.... Right?

His tears were wetting his bed… His fist gripping the blanket tightly like a lifeline…He cried and screamed sadly into his pillow. She came today to school but not for him!! Not for him… But for two children he hadn’t noticed throughout his time studying here… Who are they to have Y/N’s love? Who are they to take Y/N away from him?!! Who are they to even dare to hug Y/N?!!… He wiped his tears and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water… He wouldn’t let two weak children have all of Y/N’s love. He walked out of his room and headed to Tim’s room… He didn’t care if he was going to beg… He wanted to know who these two children were…

Y/N’s love for him. Only him. And he wasn’t ready to share it with anyone.

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[4theitgirls]

non-yoga stretch routines

under 30 minutes

5 minute daily stretch by madfit

7 minute post-workout stretch by daniela suarez

10 minute neck & shoulder stretch by growingannanas

10 minute lower body stretch by eleni fit

10 minute back pain relief stretches by mady morrison

10 minute stretches for neck, shoulders, and upper back by mady morrison

12 minute daily stretch by madfit

12 minute leg stretch by marie steffen

12 minute essential stretches by madfit

14 minute cooldown & relax stretch by mizi

15 minute neck, shoulder, & back stretch by eleni fit

15 minute neck, shoulder, & back deep tension relief stretch by eleni fit

15 minute recovery stretch by growingannanas

15 minute stretch for mobility & flexibility by growingannanas

15 minute post-workout stretch by madfit

15 minute relax & recover stretch by madfit

15 minute daily stretch by madfit

15 minute full body stretch by growingannanas

15 minute daily stretch by pamela reif

15 minute full body stretch by mady morrison

15 minute stretches for tight hips & lower back by mady morrison

15 minute leg stretch by mady morrison

15 minute daily stretch by fitbymik

20 minute lower body stretch by madfit

20 minute deep & dynamic stretch by marie steffen

20 minute full body deep stretch by marie steffen

20 minute hip & lower back stretch by eleni fit

20 minute full body daily stretch by eleni fit

20 minute stretch & strength for back pain by eleni fit

20 minute debloat stretch by eleni fit

20 minute full body stretch by eleni fit

20 minute daily stretch by emi wong

20 minute total body stretch by fitbymik

20 minute hip alignment routine by mizi

20 minute no talking full body stretch by yoga song

20 minute stretching for flexibility by daniela suarez

20 minute full body stretch by caroline girvan

20 minute beginner flexibility routine by madfit

24 minute leg stretch by hailey c.

25 minute full body stretch & mobility by madfit

25 minute no talking full body stretch by madfit

25 minute stretch & core by growingannanas

30+ minute routines

30 minute relax & recover stretch by growingannanas

30 minute full body stretching by pamela reif

30 minute beginner flexibility routine by madfit

30 minute flexibility stretching by eleni fit

30 minute flexibility stretching by eleni fit

30 minute stretching for flexibility & relaxation by eleni fit

30 minute full body deep stretch by marie steffen

30 minute full body daily stretch by yoga with tim

1 hour full body deep stretch by marie steffen

1 hour full body stretch by marie steffen

1 hour flexibility boost by marie steffen