#hip mobility exercises

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[skeilig]

i love stretching/mobility youtube because you'll finish one routine and the next suggested video is a thumbnail of the stretch/exercise you were just doing with the caption STOP DOING THIS!!!!

[tiktok-singularity]

LOW BACK PAIN | HIP MOBILITY & CORE STRENGTH

3 Exercises to Improve Hip Mobility & Core

Strength

Experiencing low back pain and tight hips?

This routine might help relieve your pain.

Improving hip mobility and core stability/strength can help reduce tension in your lower back and may address your lower back pain. Of course, there's no single exercise that works for everyone, but these might be beneficial for you!

By coachgreen.pt Instagram

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my hips are so tight i desperately need some pretty thing to grind on

[mikeluquetraining]

Exercise of the week: Pendulum from the Seated Leg Work series

Focus on the rotator muscles of your hip joints with Pendulum

GYROTONIC® training is unique in many ways. One of the most unique, and IMHO best, differences about Gyrotonic training is the focus on all the ranges of motion of almost all the joints of the body. The muscles of the hips joints are strengthened in some way in every exercise system, but a focus on the rotational movement of the hips…

[thepanvelite]

Bend and Stretch: The Super Moves to Keep You Nimble

Mobility stretches act like a magic spell for your body, keeping muscles and joints talking, leading to improved flexibility and energy. Start slow, progress, and feel like a superhero.

Imagine you’re a superhero, and your power is being super flexible. You can dodge obstacles, leap over buildings, and even tie your shoes without a grunt. That’s what mobility stretches can do for you—they’re like your secret superpower for an awesome, bendy body. Health Benefits Mobility stretches are like a magic spell for your body. They help keep your muscles and joints talking to each…

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Mr Oblivious

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary: Oscar Piastri is absolutely oblivious to the fact that people try to flirt with him. It drives Lando nuts. Felicity finds it very amusing though. 

(divider thanks to @saradika-graphics )

Lando Norris had a very simple opinion about Oscar Piastri:

The man was smart, fast, loyal to a fault — And completely, hopelessly, oblivious.

Especially about certain things.

Like, say, the fact that every now and then, some thirsty influencer or overly-friendly interviewer decided they wanted to test their luck around one of McLaren’s golden boys.

Case in point: today.

It was supposed to be a simple media day.

Smile, wave, answer a few questions without accidentally swearing — easy stuff.

And then she showed up.

Some influencer.

Lando didn’t catch her name.

Didn’t want to.

Her outfit was orange enough to suggest she'd Googled "McLaren colors" five minutes before showing up.

 Her laugh was the kind that made Lando want to put himself in an ice bath.

But what really got him was the way she locked eyes on Oscar from the moment she walked into the room.

Like a hawk spotting a particularly delicious rabbit.

And Oscar — sweet, pure, unsuspecting Oscar — stood there politely, posture perfect, nodding like he was about to explain suspension geometry to a cactus.

She sidled up to him with all the grace of a Bond girl in heels, flashing teeth and dimples and Lando could see it coming.

Could see the slow-motion train wreck unfolding with the inevitability of a Ferrari strategy call.

She sidled closer.

Tilted her head. Big fake lashes, even faker laugh.

"So, Oscar," she purred, "looking very fit this season. What's your secret?"

Lando, standing just off to the side, already felt his skin crawl.

Oscar, meanwhile, nodded thoughtfully like she’d asked him about chassis balance.

"Consistency," he said, serious as anything. "And good hydration habits. Also core strength. That’s really important for maintaining control in high G-force corners. I’ve been working with a new strength and conditioning coach. Core engagement and flexibility training. Lots of functional range mobility exercises. Very important for endurance."

Lando nearly dropped the can of Monster Energy he was carrying.

He physically turned away, took a moment to compose himself, and turned back — and she was still going.

She giggled — the kind of giggle Lando associated with botched lip filler and red flags — and twirled her hair like they were in a teen movie from 2004.

"Flexibility, huh?" she said, her voice doing That Thing™. Then winked.

WINKED.

Oscar, God bless him, nodded solemnly.

"Yeah. Critical for cockpit comfort. Limited hip mobility can lead to premature fatigue during longer races."

Lando just stared.

The influencer stared.

Oscar stared earnestly back. Oscar blinked at her with the open innocence of a Labrador Retriever about to explain knee cartilage.

It was like watching someone flirt with a toaster.

And then — then — she tried it.

She went for the kill.

"Well," she said, laughing in a way that definitely wasn't natural, "maybe you could show me some... flexibility exercises later?"

Lando choked on air.

Oscar, bless him, just looked mildly puzzled.

Lando’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

Oscar thought she wanted workout advice.

Meanwhile, this woman was basically trying to climb him like a tree.

"I mean," Oscar said, frowning thoughtfully, "I guess? If you’re interested in physiotherapy protocols? There's a lot of hip flexor and thoracic mobility involved."

He paused.

"Although," Oscar added very seriously, completely unaware he was standing in a verbal minefield, “you should always get a doctor’s clearance before starting any high-intensity exercise program.”

The influencer blinked.

Lando stared at the heavens.

Why.

Why had the universe given this man a marriage, a child, and a heart of gold, but no flirting radar whatsoever.

Lando was so angry on Oscar’s behalf he actually saw red.

Because it wasn’t just the flirting.

It was the disrespect.

Oscar — who had a wife who fixed racing models better than half the paddock. Oscar — who had a four-year-old daughter who beat engineers at Sudoku. Oscar — who literally carried his entire family in his heart wherever he went.

He wasn’t available.

He wasn’t interested.

And he damn well deserved to have people respect that without needing to tattoo MARRIED. TAKEN. HAS A BUMBLEBEE-OBSESSED DAUGHTER across his forehead.

And then — because clearly the universe wanted to personally test Lando’s self-control — the influencer winked.

Like, full-on, slow-motion, cartoon-style winked at Oscar.

Oscar blinked back, confused.

Then said, very seriously:

"You should also stretch regularly to avoid cramping."

Lando actually made a noise — somewhere between a groan and a dying animal.

The influencer tried to recover, laughing awkwardly, but Oscar had already turned — calm, unfazed — and was politely thanking the PR rep for organizing the media day.

Lando stormed over, practically vibrating with protective rage.

"Mate," he hissed when Oscar finally wandered off-stage, "you realize she was hitting on you, right?"

Oscar frowned. "Was she?"

"YES," Lando hissed, arms flailing. "She was basically ready to throw herself at you!”

Oscar looked genuinely perplexed.

"But... I’m married."

"YES," Lando repeated, louder, like he was explaining quantum physics to a pigeon. "You are married. You have a kid. You are the dictionary definition of off-limits."

Oscar scratched the back of his neck.

"Maybe she didn’t know?"

"She definitely knew," Lando muttered darkly. "You are actually wearing your wedding ring for once and Bee’s little bead bracelet. You might as well walk around holding a sign that says 'I love my wife and daughter more than oxygen.'"

Oscar shrugged, entirely unfazed.

"I mean... it’s true."

Lando stared at him.

Somewhere between admiration and absolute rage.

When they reached the McLaren motorhome, Felicity was there — perched on the couch, Bee asleep with her head on Felicity’s lap, Button the Frog tucked under her tiny arm.

Oscar’s whole face lit up like a sunrise.

He crossed the room without hesitation, dropped a kiss onto Felicity’s hair, and gently stroked Bee’s back.

Felicity smiled up at him, all soft and warm and easy, like they had a language no one else could hear.

Lando stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching it all unfold.

Watching how Oscar's whole world just locked into place around them, without hesitation, without second thought.

Yeah.

Let them flirt. Let them try.

Oscar Piastri had everything he needed right here. And he was smart enough — good enough — to never even glance anywhere else.

***

Meanwhile on Twitter: 

@/F1TeaSpill: BREAKING: Influencer tries to flirt with Oscar Piastri.

Oscar responds with “core strength” and “doctor’s clearance.”

Meanwhile, Lando Norris nearly combusts in the background.

[attached: video clip]

@/pitlanechaos: Not Oscar offering that woman a PHYSIOTHERAPY REFERRAL I’m losing it. He thought she wanted professional advice. He’s too pure for this world.

@/felicityfanclub (pinned tweet):

‼️OSCAR PIASTRI IS MARRIED

‼️HE LOVES HIS WIFE

‼️HE LOVES HIS DAUGHTER

‼️HE IS OBLIVIOUSLY LOYAL

‼️AND WE ARE HERE TO DEFEND HIS GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY

@/formulawoah: This man said “consult your doctor” instead of realizing she was flirting. He’s not oblivious. He’s loyal at a molecular level.

@/landohmygod: Lando Norris being 1 second away from lunging across the paddock like an angry chihuahua deserves its own Emmy. He was FIGHTING for Oscar’s honor.

@/suspension_nerd: If I was that influencer and Oscar hit me with “thoracic mobility is important” when I was trying to flirt, I would simply evaporate on the spot.

@/gridgossip: This man has a wife who fixes telemetry errors in her sleep, and makes him bento boxes everyday. AND A DAUGHTER WHO BEATS ENGINEERS AT SUDOKU. What did you THINK was going to happen??

@/F1psychology: Watching Oscar Piastri react to flirting like it's a sports injury safety video is the most fascinating psychological case study I’ve ever seen. Also, Lando's visible rage is priceless.

***

Oscar waited until Bee was down for the night.

She’d fallen asleep curled up around Button the Frog, one arm flung dramatically across her pillow like she was staging a nap-themed protest. He’d kissed her forehead and tucked the blanket under her chin, switching the night light to its soft pink glow before slipping out of her room on quiet feet.

He figured... if Felicity was going to hate him, she probably shouldn’t have to do it in front of their daughter.

Which was stupid. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

But the pit in his stomach wouldn’t go away.

He was sweating, suddenly aware of how clingy the collar of his t-shirt felt. His hands wouldn’t sit still — twitching, tapping, twisting his wedding ring around and around until the skin beneath it burned.

He felt fifteen again. Awkward and uncertain and too full of words he didn’t know how to say.

And then Felicity padded into the living room, hair twisted into a lazy bun, bare feet soft against the floorboards, wearing one of his old McLaren hoodies that hung off her like it still didn’t understand how it ended up lucky enough to be wrapped around her.

She looked soft. Tired. Safe.

She smiled when she saw him, sweet and a little sleepy, like she was expecting him to ask about what tea she wanted or whether he’d remembered to order oat milk.

Oscar nearly chickened out.

Instead, he sat up straighter — awkward and abrupt — and blurted:

"Someone tried to flirt with me today."

Felicity blinked.

Tilted her head slightly, eyebrows raised — curious, not alarmed.

"Okay," she said, in the same tone she might use if he told her they were out of clean towels.

Oscar frowned.

"No, like — really tried. At a media thing. In front of cameras."

She just blinked again. Still calm. Still patient.

Still not mad.

Just... waiting.

Oscar swallowed.

"And I didn’t realize it was flirting until Lando nearly had an aneurysm."

That earned him a real laugh — soft, sudden, surprised. The kind of laugh she gave him when Bee said something absurd or when Oscar accidentally fixed something in the kitchen by whacking it with a shoe.

It went straight to his chest.

God, he loved her.

"And I was worried—" he continued, words stumbling out now like they’d been dammed up too long, "I was worried you’d think I was — I don’t know — encouraging it or — or being stupid, or not noticing because I wanted to miss it—"

Felicity crossed the room in three quick steps, not breaking eye contact once.

She dropped onto the couch beside him, slid her legs over his lap like she did every night, and tucked herself against his side like she’d always belonged there.

"You thought I’d be mad," she said, amused, "because some random influencer tried to flirt with you?"

Oscar nodded miserably, guilt still clinging to the back of his throat.

Felicity pulled back just enough to look up at him.

Eyes shining. Smile small and full of something dangerously close to laughter.

"Oscar," she said slowly, "I saw the whole video. You tried to offer her hydration advice."

He groaned, already regretting every decision he’d made since opening his mouth.

"Please don’t remind me."

"You told her to stretch her hip flexors," Felicity said, delighted. "Oscar, you sounded like a yoga instructor trying to scare off a client."

"Bee probably would’ve handled it better," he muttered, rubbing at his face.

Felicity laughed — a real one this time, head back, eyes crinkled, full-body kind of joy.

Oscar melted a little.

She curled closer, arms winding around his waist like she didn’t intend to let go anytime soon.

"I’m not mad, love," she said gently, brushing her nose against his shoulder. "She never stood a chance."

Oscar blinked down at her, stunned. A little breathless.

Felicity grinned up at him.

"You are so... mine, it’s not even funny."

She said it like a joke. She said it like a truth carved in stone.

Both were true.

Oscar let out a long, shaky breath, tension finally bleeding out of his chest.

"I just didn’t want you to think—"

She kissed his cheek, quieting him with the ease of someone who knew every version of him — the champion, the kid from karting, the dad who braided Bee’s hair with frog clips.

"I married you," Felicity whispered. "I know exactly who you are. I trust you with my life. And frankly, if anyone tries to flirt with you again, I might just send them a condolence card."

Oscar laughed, startled and in love and still trying to figure out how he’d ever ended up this lucky.

"And also," Felicity added, smirking like a fox who had absolutely won, "it’s way too funny to be jealous about."

He buried his face into her neck, overwhelmed by the warmth of her, by the sharp edges of her wit and the soft edges of her love.

"You’re ridiculous," he mumbled, muffled by her skin.

"And you," she said, threading her fingers through his hair like he was something precious, "are very bad at realizing when people want you." A beat. "And your brain is permanently stuck on ‘wife good, daughter best, car fast.’"

Oscar smiled, eyes closed, letting her steady him with nothing more than her heartbeat and her presence.

"You really aren’t mad?" he asked, still half-disbelieving.

Felicity leaned back, just far enough to look at him fully — bright-eyed and ferociously sure.

"Oscar," she said solemnly, "you are the most obliviously loyal man I’ve ever met. If I had to design a loyalty test, it would look like you."

Oscar kissed the curve of her throat, slow and reverent.

"Good thing I only ever wanted you," he murmured.

Felicity’s arms tightened around him, like she could will him into her bones.

"Exactly," she whispered.

Exactly.

[wellhealthhub]

Unlock Flexibility: Effective Techniques for Stretching Your Glutes

Enhance your flexibility and optimize athletic prowess through comprehensive glute stretches. Explore dynamic versus static stretches, common pitfalls, and an invigorating pre-workout regimen. Dive in to discover more! Introduction: In the realm of peak physical performance, the significance of supple and robust glutes cannot be overstated. Irrespective of whether you’re a seasoned athlete or an…

[fitnessmantram]

Thigh and Hip Exercise at Home || Thigh Exercise || Hip Exercise || #sho...

There is a difference between tight and weak hip flexors. The hip flexors might become weak and tight from sitting for a long time. Hip pain and lower back pain are two of the symptoms of tight hip flexors

Read More : An Essential Tool for Building Strong Hips

[utkuerdemozerblog]

UTKU ERDEM OZER (3)

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on the latest advancements in orthopedic services available at Utku Erdem Ozer's clinic. At the forefront of innovative treatment options, we specialize in addressing common yet complex musculoskeletal issues, including injuries related to the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) and hip labrum tears. Our expert team is dedicated to providing personalized care tailored to meet your unique needs, whether you're facing a sports injury or considering hip replacement surgery.

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The Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) is a critical structure in the knee that helps stabilize the joint during movements, particularly in sports. Injuries to the ACL can be debilitating, often requiring thorough evaluation and treatment to restore function and reduce pain.

Understanding the symptoms and treatment options for an ACL injury is paramount. Common signs include:

Sudden pain and swelling in the knee

A popping sound at the time of injury

Instability during activities, especially when pivoting or cutting

When it comes to treatment, options may vary based on the severity of the injury. For minor injuries, physical therapy and rehabilitation exercises can lead to recovery. However, more severe cases may require surgical intervention to reconstruct the ACL. This procedure often involves using grafts from the patient or a donor to replace the damaged ligament.

With advancements in surgical techniques and rehabilitation protocols, many patients experience a successful return to their pre-injury activities, including sports. It is essential to consult with a specialist to develop a personalized treatment plan that best suits your needs.

Don't let an Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) injury hold you back. Seek professional advice and explore your options today to get back on track!

Hip Labrum Tear

A hip labrum tear is a common injury that can result from repetitive motions or traumatic incidents. This focused damage affects the fibrocartilage structure that surrounds the hip joint, leading to pain and reduced range of motion. If you are experiencing discomfort in your hip, particularly during activities such as walking, running, or twisting, it may be a sign of a hip labrum tear.

Symptoms often include a persistent ache in the hip or groin area, stiffness, and a sensation of catching or locking in the joint. These can significantly hinder daily activities and overall quality of life. Early diagnosis and treatment are crucial to preventing further joint damage. Specialists recommend various treatment options ranging from physical therapy to hip replacement surgery, depending on the severity of the tear.

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[ficsbylexi]

The pink cup — One shot

Clàudia Pina x OFC

Shot Warnings: nothing, some spanish and the translation next to it. Just cute stuff this time. Honestly foul language is just normal language for me, I can’t spend more than ten minutes without swearing.

Author’s note: established relationship. Also, I’m no ballerina, I’m honestly just making shit up from whatever appears on my fyp on tiktok and googling sometimes. There’s a little reference to a common joke in spain about a kids yogurt brand called danonino (it was supposed to make you grow). Also I have the feeling that I use the word “just” too much.

Word count: 1872

Summary: the first time Clàudia stayed over at her girlfriend’s apartment was also the first time she saw her getting ready for work.

Clàudia knew Livie was a ballerina. Like, that was the reason she came to Barcelona. The day they met, back in the middle of summer, Livie had her ballet clothes on. Her apartment was filled with ballet stuff. She had been there before. Livie had given her a tour and explained why her other bedroom only had a bunch of really big mirrors, a few pairs of pointe shoes scattered in a corner and a handrail — “It’s called barre, love” she’d said. But Clàudia had never stayed over.

Up until now it had been Livie who had stayed over at Clàudia’s apartment. Always the night before her off day so she wouldn’t have to rush to the studio immediately after waking up.

But now it was Nutcracker season, there were no days off, quite literally. Rehearsals were every day, sometimes twice a day. It was winter which meant people were getting sick which meant Livie had to learn more than one role in case she needed to cover for some girl that couldn’t hold her cough long enough.

Whenever Livie and Clàudia happened to have the same day off they would sleep until noon. If it was only Livie’s, they would wake up fairly early to make sure Clàudia gets to training on time, even if Clàudia basically just groaned and crawled around her apartment while her girlfriend prepared her breakfast. But this was the first time Clàudia had a day off and Livie didn’t, so she stayed over at Livie’s.

She had no idea Livie would wake up at six in the morning to start stretching. And she had never seen her stretch. Or do anything ballet-related for that matter, al least not in person.

“Go back to sleep, baby. We’ll have breakfast at eight”.

She tried, she wanted to, but curiosity had taken over. She wanted to see what kind of stretches were necessary at six in the morning, if Livie was going to put on her pointe shoes and do the pirouettes that Clàudia had seen on her TikTok. So she got up, put on a hoodie and walked through the apartment, the ballet room was on the other side.

Clàudia was mesmerized. And a bit scared.

Because what do you mean her girlfriend could lay face down and just lift her torso and arms until she folded backwards completely. Her smile was creepy like that but Livie found Clàudia’s fear very funny.

What the fuck. Honestly.

“You can sit in that corner, babe”.

“Okay”. Clàu was too sleepy to make sense of how Olivia’s body was folding, because it really didn’t make sense. “You look posessed”. Olivia couldn’t hold her laugh anymore, or that posture. Clàu was rubbing her eye with her lips making a little pout and sleep written on her face while Olivia was laughing quite loudly. “¿De qué te ríes? Si hubieras visto lo que yo al asomarme a la puerta, me entenderías” What are you laughing about? If you had seen what I saw when I peeked through the door, you’d understand me.

“You just look so cute, baby”.

“Not funny”.

Olivia went back to stretching and then did some mobility exercises and might have shown off a little bit at the barre just because she loved having Clàudia focused solely on her.

Once she finished, Clàudia stood up and clapped, making her laugh. “And you do this every morning?” Livie got closer, Clàu wrapped her arms around her hips.

“Yeah pretty much”.

“Wow” Clàu was looking at her with wide eyes, the height difference making her look absolutely adorable. Olivia was at least an entire head taller than Clàudia.

“Babe you do very impressive things every day too”.

“Yes but I don’t fold in half. I can’t even raise my leg too high without falling”.

Livie held Clàudias face with her hands, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth. “And I can’t shoot a football and have it perfectly hit a bottle that was carefully placed on top of the crossbar. But that’s okay because I’m not a footballer, you are. And it’s incredibly hot when you do that”. Clàudia smiled and got on her tiptoes to kiss Livie, who bent down a little bit to meet her girlfriend halfway. Her soft cheeks in her hands, her warm lips on hers, her arms around her hips and her body flush against hers. “Fuck I wanna stay like this all day”.

“My calves would disagree”.

“Then I’d take you to bed so we could cuddle”.

“Don’t mention the things we can’t do until opening night”. Clàu protested with a pout.

“Sorry”. She murmured, placing a kiss on Clàu’s forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready, then we can go for breakfast at the cafe next to the studio”.

Once Livie left, Clàudia basically run to the kitchen to make her a huge coffee, and plate the overnight oats that they left on the fridge with a lot of fruits. Livie had to take a few supplements every day so Clàudia also prepared that on a tiny plate and a glass of orange juice next to it. The fizzing sound let her know the coffee was ready so she took the huge moka pot out of the stove. Clàudia knew Livie got a baby pink Stanley cup as a gift from one of her aunts when she moved to Barcelona, the question is, where the fuck was it?

She looked inside almost every cupboard only to find it on the top shelf of one of them.

“Quién me manda a mí a no comer los petisuis de danonino”. Serves me right for not eating danonino’s petit suisse. The footballer grumbled while pulling a chair to reach that shelf.

Right when she gets down, Clàudia feels a pair of arms surrounding her. “What are you doing?” Livie asked with a chuckle while kissing her neck.

“I wanted to make your coffee on the cup you like but it was too high”.

“I swear you can’t get more adorable and every day you find a new way”.

“I’m not adorable, I’m just short”. Said Clàu turning around with a pout and looking up at Livie.

“I meant you making breakfast and my coffee on my favorite cup, baby”. Kissing her girlfriend was Livie’s favorite thing in the world, but kissing her when she was just slightly annoyed and pouting and frowning? Jesus she could die right then and there. “But yeah your height adds to it a little”.

“I knew it!” Clàu complained, hitting Livie’s arm.

“Come on, love, let’s have breakfast”.

Olivia took her hand and guided her to the breakfast bar, where Clàudia pulled her chair (Livie included) as close as possible and Livie just placed her legs across Clàu’s lap. Clàudias left hand went immediately to rub circles on her tight-covered knees.

“I still have to put on my sweatpants. It’s fucking cold today”.

“You look adorable with your sweatpants”. Livie’s face flushed a little bit. She didn’t like to wear sweatpants, most of them were too short for her when she got her size, or too big on her hips if they were long enough.

They ate in silence and washed the dirty plates in harmony. It had become so easy to do house chores with Clàu that Olivia was already daydreaming of the day they could move in together, to an apartment entirely theirs.

But it was too soon.

For now, she was content with carefully doing her hair behind her girlfriend while she brushed her teeth.

The moment Clàudia dried her face, Livie was securing her last hairpin on her ballet bun.

Clàudia could do this every day.

“I’ll wait in the car”. Clàudia murmured looking away. Her chest felt a bit tight with anxiety while waiting for Livie to come down. They had been officially together for less than three months and she was already thinking of living together. ���¿Tú eres tonta o qué?” Are you stupid or what? She said to her reflection in the rear view mirror.

Her phone vibrated, a text from Patri about going for a coffee in the afternoon. Cata, Salma and her need to hear more about the girl Clàudia refuses to introduce to the team so that they don’t embarrass her.

Clàudia started a voice message: “Tía estoy muy pillada. Hoy dormí en su casa por primera vez. Y nunca la había visto prepararse para el trabajo y te juro que es lo único que quiero hacer el resto de mi vida”. Girl I’m so smitten by her. I slept at hers for the first time. And I had never seen her getting ready for work and I swear it’s the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life. She didn’t hear the door to the back of her car opening or Livie’s bag dropping on the backseat. “Y tengo un problema gordísimo: estoy ya imaginándome cómo sería vivir con ella y llevamos sólo tres meses. Joder, es que me siento como el estereotipo básico de lesbiana, qué puta vergüenza”. And I have a big ass problem: I’m already imagining how it would be to live with her and we’ve been together for just three months. Fuck, I feel like the basic lesbian stereotype, it’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Baby, I’ve been doing that too”.

Clàudia screamed and dropped her phone. Livie closed the door and went to the passenger seat. Her sweet Clàu had a deep blush on her face and refused to look anywhere but at her hands playing with the hem of her jumper.

“Darling?”

“Have you really been thinking of us moving in together?”

“Of course my love”. Livie placed her index finger under Clàu’s chin, softly turning her head so she faced her. “Clàu, baby, I have been daydreaming about us living together since our first kiss. My heart keeps trying to make me rush through the early stages of our relationship and I have to constantly remind myself that I need to calm down and enjoy the beginning as well. Getting to know you and doing things for the first time with you”.

“Maybe next Christmas we could be living together”.

“Maybe I could get you a light orange cup and we could have them next to each other”.

“On a lower shelf, please”.

“And a foldable stool”.

“We could go to Ikea and daydream a bit”.

“That sounds almost like a proposal, my love”. Livie chuckled.

“Do you not want to?”. Clàu’s eyes filled with worry for a moment. Livie kissed her nervousness away.

“My love, ¿quieres tener una cita conmigo en Ikea?”. Do you want to go on a date with me to Ikea?

“Adoro cuando hablas en español”. I adore when you speak Spanish. Clàudia felt like melting every time Livie spoke spanish, with her cute english accent and deep voice. “¿El día después de tu estreno?” The day after your opening night?

“As long as we get to wake up late and cuddle a little, then yes”.

“Anything, mi amor”. She whispered over Livie’s lips before kissing her slowly. “You taste like coffee”.

“The one you made, baby”. Olivia smiled, looking down to her pink Stanley on the cupholder.

[honeytonedhottie]

feminine body language⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

90% of communication is body language, the mind is connected to the body. body language is so important to how u perceive urself and how others perceive you <3

DISCLAIMER : everything in this post is things i've noticed, and other girls have too, its little tips and tricks on how to be more feminine with ur body language if u wanna apply then do you but if this doesn't resonate with u then u dont have to take it~

UR WALK :

ur walk is what ppl see when u walk into a room, and when u walk with confidence you literally FEEL confident. the most feminine thing to do when walking is walking with ur hips.

the best way for it to become natural is with practice and repetition ofc. practice walking in front of ur mirror, the point of this is to have open hips. if ur hips r open, then walking with ur hips will be easy peasy.

the more flexible u are, the more naturally and organically walking with ur hips will be, i recommend yoga and hip mobility exercises.

POSTURE :

envision that u have a string attached to the head of ur spine and its pulling u up, kind of like a puppet lol. walk with ur back straight and ur chin parallel to the floor. also, keep ur shoulders back and ur chest out.

some ways to help practice posture is by using back trainers, pilates, and ofc yoga

WHAT NOT TO DO :

dont ever walk into a room with ur head down

HAND GESTURES :

a feminine thing to do is talking with ur hands, using hand or bodily gestures to express urself while communicating, is literally scientifically proven to add emphasis and structure when u talk.

the main thing i've learned about when researching feminine hand gestures is tilting ur head when ur listening or thinking, touching ur arms or neck etc.

movements should always be SLOW, dont be rushed, slow down ur speaking, walking, bodily gestures, etc. take ur time and collect ur thoughts, dont be in a rush and dont let ur thoughts be all over the place. its all about control.

OBVIOUSLY dont over-do it but u get my point right?

EYE CONTACT :

practice eye contact, ik its a bit weird if ur not used to it but genuinely give it a try if u want <3

[lightningshrikes]

I'm going back to my roots of posting about headcanons. This comic shit too serious, IM OUT!

So, anyways, here's a list of a few disability ones :

- Jason has chronic pain and nerve damage that affects how he feels temperature/texture. He uses mobility aids a lot. I think he has bad tremors in his hands sometimes.

- Dick has hEDS and chronic pain (I'm sensing a pattern...?) He uses a lot of braces, but hasn't figured out that mobility aids are supposed to be used by him to prevent pain. He'll get there eventually. Maybe after the eleventh hip dislocation from just standing around at home he'll realize it applies to him too.

- Stephanie has had a few injuries that never healed right. She has severe pain flare ups sometimes, and struggles to let herself rest and not push herself until she literally can't do anything but lie in pain. She also has bad migraines fairly often after patrols.

- Damian has bad chronic back pain. He has a good bit of physical therapy exercises he's supposed to do but slacks on them sometimes because he just genuinely forgets because he's taking care of something else.

- Cass has a lot of chronic pain from past injuries that she's just now realizing exists. I think she had an experience that helped a bit of the pain subside and that's how she realized she could feel better. She's still trying to figure out what will help her.

That's all for now, tune in next time for more!

[scarybabe]

Thank you so much for being open about your strong fat journey!! It looks amazing on you!!

Would you be open to sharing a sample week workout write up, or some other reference tips to create a routine? As a fellow gainer girl it would be great to have a reference that works for my body type, and I love your results!

Forgive me if you’ve already shared this, or stated that you don’t want to (if that’s the case just delete the ask)

You’re a wonderful voice in the community, thank you so much for doing all you do!!

Ahh thank you!! I do have a weightlifting coach, she makes my workout plans every day but I can share my nutrition plans + my usual mobility stretches - this makes a huge difference since I was starting from being a couch potato 💕

Nutrition- 3 meals with at least 30-40g of protein each meal and minimum 2,700 calories but more is good! I like the chocolate mutant mass protein powder and put unflavored collagen peptides in everything. At least 100oz of water every day

Mobility stretches (look these up) - 12 reps of Cat Cow, Superman Arm Sweeps. 10 reps of Dynamic Thread the Needle (on each side), Kneeling Hip CARS (each side), 90/90 Hip Shifts ** my mobility stretches change slightly depending on what area I’m working out

At the gym - 4 x 6-10 reps deadlift on smith machine, 3 x 6-12 dumbbell hammer curls, 3 x 8-12 dumbbell Romanian deadlifts (RDLs), 3 x 6-12 cable machine lat pulldown, 2 x 15 each side mini band standing glute hyperextension (one foot on a riser while the other leg extends), 2 x 20 hip abductions (usually there’s a machine for these)

If you’re new to lifting the first number is the number of sets - take a minute to rest between sets or even a bit longer if needed. Second number is the range of reps you do. When researching these I would look up the right tempo for eccentric/concentric muscle contractions because that can really maximize the efficacy. I usually do a practice set with as little weight as possible before the actual set of each new exercise to make sure my form is good, bad form can cause sprains, imbalances or soreness.

I finish my weightlifting with some cooldown stretches - today it’s 60 secof wide leg oblique stretching, 60 sec childs pose lat stretch, 60 sec prone cross over leg glute stretch

~~~~~

Monday - Friday I rotate through different muscle groups so I just shared my Monday routine (pull day!) and my coach tailors it to my personal goals as well. There’s a lot of good weightlifting programs online for free! I don’t do an ounce of cardio either, only strength training.

Thank you for your kind words, I hope this sparks interest in anyone else who may wanna try getting strong. I have a membership to a cheap 24/7 local gym because when I first started I was kinda shy to be watched as I figured out my form and all that 🤣 places like that are good for beginners

[wooziorgans]

Woozi as a doctor??? Giving massages? New gose hits hard

— physical therapist!woozi

god he’s SO HOT HELP.

warnings: reader was in a car accident. jihoon definitely violates some,,, things. moderate medical malpractice (getting dicked down during an appointment). unprotected sex. mild ass play. not medically accurate i have no idea how this shit works. DONT TRY N SEDUCE UR DOCTORS!!!

after you hydroplaned on the highway, totalling your car, your insurance (surprisingly) opted to cover your physical therapy.

and by god if you weren’t going milk that opportunity for all it was worth.

that’s how you found yourself at a holistic physical therapy clinic. the highest rated one in busan, being seen by their best doctor.

“doctor lee will see you now.” the receptionist smiled at you. the green walls of the clinic were earthy and warm. the general vibe was quite comforting and pleasant; it’s the kind of place you’d want to get better in. your knee clicks uncomfortably as you walk.

you push the door open to his office, and out of everything you could’ve expected, you didn’t expect to see a young man, barely into his thirties with his sleeves rolled up and rimless glasses sitting on his face. his grown out dark hair frames his face perfectly, and on first impression, the only thing you notice about him is how undeniably handsome he is.

“you must be my four o’clock. y/n?” his voice is low and kind, his smile wide on his face. he speaks with the regions dialect, and though you’re used to it, it makes something inside of you twist. you swallow nervously.

“yes, that’s me.” your own smile is tight.

“i’m doctor lee, but please call me jihoon. the doctor title makes me feel old. have a seat.” he gestures laughing quietly, and you take a seat in the large leather chair. he pulls up a stool to sit next to you. “from what i can see from your chart, you were in a car accident?” jihoon asks carefully.

you nod, unable to look at him. “i see. and you had some torn ligaments that healed, but now you’re having issues with mobility and have some clicking in your left hip and knee, correct?” his voice is so soft and careful, and you can immediately get the impression that he cares about his patients. that’s probably why he’s the top rated doctor in all of busan.

“yeah. uh, i definitely shouldn’t be in this much pain after two months so i went to my doctor and he referred me here.” you laugh nervously. jihoon smiles at you reassuringly.

“well, how about i get you to stand up for me so i can do an assessment and i’ll see what i can do for you?” you nod, standing, and jihoon starts to scan over your body. he immediately starts to take you in, eyes analyzing your lower half. “is it okay if i touch you? just to see your hip alignment?” he asks, crouching down to the ground.

“yeah.” the doctors hands find your hips soon after. he squeezes and pokes, asks repeatedly if the pressure of his touch hurts you at all. his hands move down the side of your legs to your knees where he does the same thing

“from what i can see, your hip alignment is off. same with your knee. it would be a relatively easy fix, but because of your torn ligaments we have to be more careful. i think the best plan of action is to go over some exercises for you to do at home and then we’ll go over what needs to be done when you’re here.” the doctor sits back down on his stool as he gestures for you to take a seat again.

jihoon jumps right into it, directing you in various exercises to help with your mobility. he talks to you the whole time, asking about your accident, what you do for work, if you’ve lived in busan your whole life. you answer him earnestly, still a little shy because of the situation your in.

you never were fond of doctors, and jihoon seems to pick up on that as he keeps the conversation light and comfortable. he moved you to a big table, and has you lay down so he can work on your hip.

“this might hurt. i’m sorry in advance. it should just be a lot of pressure.” his hands press lightly against your hip at first as he lets you adjust to the pressure. then his whole body weight comes down in the same spot, and you yelp loudly, biting your lip as you try not to swear.

he chuckles softly, body still leaning over you so his voice is right in your ear. “don’t worry, this room is sound proof.” you laugh through the pain, but the relief feels almost immediate. your hip isn’t as stiff.

jihoon continues working on you until the end of your session, and when you stand you feel a little lighter. he smiles at you, wishing you well for the week.

and so your first session ends with doctor lee, and you leave his office with a stack of papers and another appointment booked for next week.

session after session with jihoon, your body starts to return to how it was before your accident.

the appointments are comfortable, and after six months, you’re able to joke around with your doctor. maybe it’s because he’s quite young, and you’re young, that his conversation begins to feel natural.

it feels like you’re almost friends, meeting up once a week to hang out while he abuses you in ways that have you cursing and calling him colourful names. he always laughs it off, knows not to take anything you say too personally.

jihoon is a good doctor, but him being hot is posing quite the issue. you can’t help but stare at his exposed forearms when you enter his office. jihoon pretends not to notice, but over the few months he’s been working on you, he can’t help how interesting he finds you. and beautiful.

he thinks you’re beautiful too.

“you’re doing a lot better, y/n.” jihoon smiles at you, and you smile back, feeling the change in your body. you flex your knee as if to test his words, and the bones don’t grind uncomfortably. “honestly, i think we only have about a month left of sessions together. and then you’ll be free of me.” you roll your eyes at him.

“oh no. whatever will i do?” you jest. he laughs.

“don’t go and get yourself injured again just to spend time with me.” he flicks through your chart. “is your back pain getting any better? i thought i was from your hip but it might be something else.” his eyebrows are furrowed, glasses slipping down his nose as he scans over the sheets of paper attached to his clip board.

“it’s migrated lower. i think it’s my tail bone but i don’t know.” you offer. he’s the doctor, but you know your body. jihoon told you that a few sessions in; that your opinion mattered to the direction of your treatment.

“you mind if i check? if that’s the case it’ll be a quick adjustment. it’s possible it got jacked up when you messed up your hip.” he’s teasing you, about to call you old, which is almost ironic considering he’s in his thirties, and you’re not. you just shake your head at him, climbing up onto the table you’ve grown so familiar with.

jihoon presses lightly at the bottom of your spine, carefully pushing your hoodie up to directly feel the contour of your bones. he sighs. “i’m gonna have to move your sweats out of that way to check your tailbone. the fabrics too thick for me to really feel it. this okay?” you feel his fingers hook under the band of your sweats and you nod, humming softly as you push away any and all unholy thoughts you’re having right now.

jihoon pulls both your sweatpants and underwear down, to the middle of your ass. the elastic band keeps them down as two of his fingers trail lower down your back. you shiver, and jihoon does a good job at ignoring it as his fingers dip in between your ass cheeks. he presses down on the tip of your tailbone and you flinch.

“oh, yeah. that’s not supposed to feel like that.” he sighs, gently rubbing over the bone with his fingers. “it’s sticking out too much. i think you dislocated it.”

“y-you can dislocate a tailbone?” you stutter. his fingers are far too low for comfort.

“yes. you said you fell when you were doing your knee exercises. that’s probably how.” jihoon’s fingers graze over the bone carefully, and you shiver again. this causes his fingers to slide further down, tips brushing over the tight muscle of your asshole.

both you and jihoon freeze. he doesn’t know what to do so he removes his hand and says nothing. he cracks his fingers softly. “adjustment time.” he speaks lowly as he places his hand flat on your ass. one of his knees finds itself between your legs as he braces himself to make the adjustment.

its procedure. he’s done this dozens of times before, but something feels different this time. jihoon’s knee presses against the bottom of your ass, dangerously close to your core as he presses down.

the initial adjustment makes you yelp in pain before you laugh it off. “good. one more.” he praises, and if he doesn’t stop talking in that low tone you’re going to end up soaking this table.

the second adjustment rocks your hips into the table, moving your whole body up and then back down. he accidentally grinds you against his knee, and the table, and the sound you make this time is strained and breathy. an involuntary moan falls from your lips as you close your eyes. jihoon freezes again. “y/n? what was that?” he asks carefully. he knows what it was.

“i- uh, i didn’t mean to- fuck.” your voice is suddenly whiny, and that’s when it fully clicks.

“oh.” jihoon briefly removes his hands from your ass, before he palms one of your cheeks. “i see.” he squeezes carefully. you arch into his touch, and though you can’t see him, he smirks.

“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to react like that. it’s just—” jihoon’s other hand finds your other cheek as he pulls your sweats down a little further.

you’re still trying to defend yourself, maintain professional integrity for him, even though you’ve been painfully obvious in the way you stare at him and check him out. “please forgive me if i’ve read into this wrong, but i’m under the impression that you’re into me. is that correct?” jihoon leans down, right next to your ear as he speaks. his breath hits your neck and you shiver. you nod. “good, because it’s been absolute torture having to work on your hips with this ass on display for me every single week.” he rubs your ass with both hands, leaning down further to kiss your neck softly.

you whine, leaning into his touch. his lips are soft against your neck as he pecks at it lightly. “jihoon,” you whine softly, hands gripping at nothing.

“do you want this?” he pulls away from your neck to ask you. you whine out a yes, and jihoon flips you over onto your back in one quick motion.

you gasp at the sheer strength of him. it’s not entirely shocking, not when you’ve seen his forearms out at every single appointment. but he’s far stronger than you expected. jihoon slides off the table, towering over you. you lean up, grabbing at the collar of his shirt to pull him down to kiss you.

the kiss is electric, full of tongue and spit as all the weeks of checking each other out come to a head. you tug at the belt loops on his slacks, hands sliding over his leather belt. jihoon chuckles against your lips, pulling you to sit up before he unfastens his belt.

jihoon slides himself in between your legs, thigh pressing against your core as you grind against him. he pulls his belt free from his pants, popping the button on his pressed slacks as he continues to lick into your mouth. you whine against his lips and he chuckles softly, undoing his zipper. he pushes his pants down to his ankles, not bothering to step out of them as he manhandles you back into the padded table.

“lay back for me, baby.” he purrs, lips leaving yours to find your neck again. you do as he says, resting your weight on your elbows so you can get a better look at him. with strong hands, his lifts your legs up, grabbing the band of your sweats which had slipped further down your ass with all the movement. he pulls them down to your knees, pushing your thighs apart as he watches the way your pussy seems to throb in the cool air of his office.

jihoon swears under his breath as he licks his fingers to run them over your folds. you whine, eyes closing and jihoon tuts. “look at me.” you do as he says, watching him as he pushes two fingers inside of you. “so fucking wet for me.” he curses as your body pulls his fingers inside with ease.

he fuck you with two digits, watching your reactions carefully, drinking in every single moan and whine you try to silence. as much as he’d love to make you cum on his fingers, your time is quite constrained with your hour appointment, so he pulls them out, sticking them in his own mouth to lick them clean.

jihoon moans around his fingers, using his other hand to pull his boxers down and give his cock a few lazy strokes. your knees block the view, so you look to the side to see him touching himself. his cock is large and thick in his hand, and your mouth waters at the sight of it.

jihoon smirks, stepping forward a few steps to rub his tip through your folds. you whine, breathy pants the only sound you’re capable of making. “god, just fuck me. please.” you plead, and jihoon smirks again but listens to you.

jihoon lines himself up and pushes his tip in. the stretch burns, so he gives you a few moments to adjust. “so fucking big, my god.” you hiss, lip between your teeth as you adjust to the stretch of him. when you give him a silent nod to go ahead and move, he pushes in further, sheathing his cock in your warm walls.

jihoon hisses, eyes fluttering shut. he pushes his glasses back up on his face, hand anchoring down on the back of your thigh as he slides back out. his face is flushed as he pants. you’re so warm and wet; he won’t last long. “you’re so tight, baby. fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” he pants, thrusting back into you.

he sets a fast pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing through out his office. you’re barely there; hardly coherent as his thick cock drags against your walls, his tip brushing against your spot with each thrust.

jihoon’s thumb flattens down on your clit, and it’s too much. you pull him back down for a kiss, which he returns eagerly, as your walls tighten around him. you moan into his mouth, hand finding his hair to pull him in closer. his thumb rubs circles over the swollen nerve and you shudder as a long moan leaves your lips.

you cum around his cock, the added wetness help him slide into you to fuck you through your orgasm. you tighten around him impossibly more, and that sends jihoon over the edge.

his hips stutter as he cums inside of you. he pants against your mouth, sighing contentedly as he comes down with you. his cock slips out of you once the final drop is milked from his cock, and he plants a delicate kiss to your forehead.

jihoon’s quick to pull his boxers and slacks back up as you catch your breath. he massages your thigh carefully, watching the way his cum slowly leaks out of you and drips onto the padded table. “c’mon baby. let me help you get your pants back up.” your sweats are still at your knees, and you comply, lifting you hips for him to pull them back over your ass. you sigh, unable to look at him.

jihoon leaves you to go to his desk, pulling out a business card and a pen as he writes something down on it. “we’re almost out of time for today, but call me before our next appointment. i’d like to take you to dinner.” he presents the card to you with two fingers, and you take it hesitantly before you nod and get off the table. “i’m serious. it’ll be a date. if you want.” your lack of response seems to have jihoon on edge.

you smile softly at his sudden nerves. “i’d like that. thank you.” you grab your bag and head out of his office without turning back. you don’t see jihoon punch the air in victory.

“well. looks like our time here is up. you’ve been a lovely patient.” jihoon smiles, clip board in hand.

“it’s been a pleasure, doctor lee.” you smirk, finger trailing over his collar bone through his shirt.

“oh, don’t you start.” he scoffs, but he’s smiling at you fondly, cheeks on full display as his eyes crinkle.

“we’re still on for dinner at seven, right?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“of course, love. i’ll pick you up. i was thinking about a movie and maybe a back massage at my place after? if you’re okay with that.” jihoon can’t take his eyes off you.

“you know i’m always down for a back massage from you.” you peck his cheek.

“i swear you just use me for my physical therapy perks.” he rolls his eyes at you fondly.

“maybe i do.” your boyfriend laughs before he kisses you softly.

[getvalentined]

HEY TUMBLR! I DESPERATELY WANT TO DESTROY SOMEONE IN AUSTRALIA!

SOMEONE STOLE MY BEST FRIEND'S $2000 EBIKE IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AND GOT AWAY WITH IT

HELP THEM GET A NEW ONE

The details: One of my best friends in the entire world, @takenbynumbers, has been having a rough time lately. Their birthday is on the 10th, but the last couple months have been complete hell—and then today someone stole their ebike from where it was locked up right outside their place of work, in the lot, in front of the doors, in broad fucking daylight.

Nobody saw anything. All that was left was their extremely hefty lock, which was sliced to nothing, and their helmet.

They need this bike to get around, first and foremost, but also it's an integral tool in retaining their literal physical mobility, as it's a low-impact exercise that helps stave off the deterioration of their hips due to a hereditary condition. A police report has been filed, but that's not likely to go anywhere—these things are never recovered.

If you're going "wait a second, didn't one of your friends have an ebike stolen a couple years ago?" you are correct! This is the same friend! Last time someone broke into the locked secure storage cage at the apartment complex where lived and stole it in the middle of the night—they got a lock to make sure that couldn't happen again, and THIS TIME SOME JACKASS USED BOLT CUTTERS!

I AM SO FUCKING MAD BUT I AM IN THE WRONG HEMISPHERE TO ENACT REVENGE

If we can raise enough to get them a new one it would be the best birthday present in the world. External links deboost posts all over the net, so PLEASE signal boost this if you can. Everything helps.