#self care sunday
Holiday Blues with Tumblr
Feeling down? Dreading the short days and long nights? Well, this holiday season, Tumblr is here to help you conquer your Sunday Scaries all week long!
We’ve partnered with amazing yogis, wellness brands, and mental health enthusiasts to bring you Holiday Blues with Tumblr. With a huge shift in the weather, hours of daylight, seasonal affective disorder season, and whatever else the world is throwing at us this week (🐝Murder Hornets just entered the group chat), we want to empower you to participate in some transformational acts of self-care 🤗.
Don’t worry, we know ‘self-care’ can feel like a chore, not to mention another dent in the bank account. That’s why Tumblr wants to meet you where you are—on your dash.
How does it work, you ask?
EASY! PEASY! LEMON 🍋 SQUEEZY! All we need from you is to show up; we’ll take it from there! Over the next six weeks, Tumblr and our partners will host LIVE classes: fitness classes, mindfulness exercises, interactive quizzes, playlists, and maybe even a dance party.
What if you miss class?
NO STRESS!! We’ve thought of it all. If you can’t make it to the live class (you will be sorely missed), each class will be available here on Post It Forward or on our Youtube channel.
Get to the point! When is the FUN?
Hold your horses — starting November 22nd until January 2nd, here’s what you have to look forward to:
LIVE morning meditations run by some cool folx
💗Wellness Wednesdays 💗
Mood-boosting tips, tricks & playlists
LIVE CLASSES and all the yoga 🧘 your heart could desire. All levels welcome—Yoga is for everybody and EVERY BODY
Think expressive writing meets self-discovery … with a dash of Dance Dance Revolution. And did we mention, it's LIVE?
We will also have reminders for each class…. we told you WE GOT YOU!
Calm your mind with Mindful Monday on 11/22 (add to your calendar)
Break a sweat with Flex Friday on 11/26 (add to your calendar)
Pamper yourself with Self-Care Sunday on 11/28 (add to your calendar)
A Few Gentle Reminders:
Make the time for yourself if you think it might make you feel better 🤗.
Showing up is the hardest part. You take care of that and we will take care of the rest.
This is meant to be fun (and we want to make sure you do JUST THAT here on Tumblr).
This is YOUR JOURNEY, so do it your way! Take the classes that make you feel good. Come to the live sessions, or just catch them later. Show up to every class, or do the same class every day for the next six weeks. You do you, boo boo.
One LAST thing:
LIKE, SHARE, and BE THERE!
We need your help to spread positive vibes as we conquer the Holiday Blues. Use the tag #HolidayBluesWithTumblr to share reflections from Mindful Monday , a sweaty selfie from Flex Friday, or anything that comes up for you after a Self-Care Sunday session.
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take time for yourself. you’re your best asset.
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Reblog if you want me to the remove the diamond 💎😋💜
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We gonna theme this self care story today, y'all:
"Please don't freak out. It's only for a few hours. Haden has an ear infection and Becca didn't want to bring Jamie with to the doctor's office, and Brian is still at work, and--"
Steve honestly was only catching about every third word or so, as every iota of his focus was zeroed in on the little bundle of pastel flannel cradled in the nook of Bucky's elbow. He could only catch the barest glimmer of half cracked eyes, pudgy, squished up cheeks, and the wildest shock of brunette hair, but it was enough.
"Can I hold her?"
Bucky choked on the rest of his apologetic deluge, mouth hanging open and eyes blinking owlishly. But he mechanically handed his baby niece to his boyfriend, watching as the large man just...curled around the tiny little body in his arms, enveloping her completely.
"Well, hello there, beautiful. You got your mom's eyes, didn't you? That's good. The Barnes' have the most incredible eyes. I mean, just look at your uncle."
Bucky could only follow as Steve shuffled to the living room--still talking to Jamie--,letting the diaper bag and car seat fall from his shoulders with a small thud.
It was all muscle memory that had him pulling out and setting up Jamie's playmat and pillows, shoving the coffee table aside to get enough room. His focus was captured by Steve as he settled carefully in his chair, not even flinching when Jamie reached up and grabbed a decent handful of beard and started shaking her fist.
"Easy there, Missy," he chuckled, bring his own massive paw up to so, so gently uncurl her tiny little fingers. "I'll have you know that your uncle is very fond of my beard, and he'd be very cross if you ended up damaging it."
Steve refused to relinquish Jamie for the entire afternoon. Feedings, bathing, tummy time...the only time he didn't have some kind of contact with the infant was when she threw up a little bit while he was burping her and he had to go change. And he kept talking to her the entire time, maintaining the one-sided conversation as easy as breathing.
Bucky was gobsmacked. Sure, he knew Steve was awesome with kids; Sam's plethora of nieces, nephews, and cousins all loved when he came to the family parties and get-togethers. Piggyback rides, Frisbee, catch, swimming lessons, homework help...Steve was more than happy to do it all. But Bucky had never really seen him interact with babies. He felt like he'd just gained some new, secret knowledge about his boyfriend. He wanted to feel like he'd been cheated or something, but honestly, he was just thrilled that there were still things to learn about each other.
"Aw, little bug can hardly keep her eyes open. Naptime, precious?"
Broken from his musings, Bucky quickly set up Jamie's playmat as a sleep nest, her blankets and pillows cradling her as Steve settled her inside. She was asleep in moments.
The men tiptoed to the kitchen, scrounging up enough snack food to quell hunger as them both kept an eye on the baby through the open doorway.
"You're amazing," Bucky said quietly, drawing Steve's gaze. "You've been absolutely incredible with her today. Thank you."
Steve smiled and pulled the smaller man into his arms, pressing an easy kiss to his mouth. "It's been a pleasure, darlin'. She's been angel."
The silence resumed peacefully, both men content to hold and enjoy each other. In the other room, Jamie snored softly.
"You know that this means Becca is gonna rope us into babysitting all the time now, right?"
Steve's laugh was quiet but joyous. "I look forward to it."
My heart is just...ten sizes too large. I can't cope. I'm so in love with Steve and I'm so in love with Bucky and I'm so in love with how much Bucky loves Steve. Perfection.
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Happy Sunday 🌞
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ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩 𝟙𝟘𝟙 🛀🏼🧴🧼🌿🤍
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This is a bit of a combination post 🔮
Spell jar Sunday and self care Sunday.
Here are 2 recipes for bath teas that I use regularly.
Lavender chamomile bath tea💜
1/2-3/4 cup ground oats
1/2 cup Epsom salt of choice
8-10 drops of lavender essential oil
2 Tbs pink salt
3 Tablespoons dried lavender
3 tablespoons dried chamomile
Add to a pint size glass jar and shake well to combine.
To use place 2-3 scoops in a reusable mesh or muslin bag, secure, and toss in your bath as the water fills. Light white and/or purple candles and enjoy the peace and calm.
Rose milk bath tea❤️
1/2 cup ground oats
1/4 cup powdered milk
1/2 cup Epsom salts of choice
8-10 drops of rose essential oil
1/4 cup dried rose petals
4 crushed rose hips
Add to a pint size glass jar and shake well to combine.
To use place 2-3 scoops in a reusable mesh or muslin bag, secure, and toss in your bath as the water fills. Light white and/or pink candles and focus on your self love.
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Happy Sunday ☀️🥰
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Today's self care story is;
Something, something, best laid plans of mice and men. It was supposed to be a surprise.
You'd think Bucky would learn that such things just aren't really possible with Steve, if only because he pays so much attention to Bucky that any change in behavior is instantly noted.
It'd be annoying, if it wasn't so damn sweet.
He'd just wanted a bit of time to practice. He'd gotten a bit rusty since he'd last done this; some time near the beginning of college, if he remembered correctly. A brief stint at a Rocky reenactment theater. He's been doing it off and on for years and years, though; having Natasha Romanoff as a best friend guaranteed that any gender conforming opinions that lived in his head died a swift and decisive death early on.
But, as he said, it'd been awhile. He wanted everything to be perfect so practice was a must. His mistake had been telling Steve he was going home early, though.
Because Steve loves him, and knows how important his classes are, and worries about him, and has to make sure that he's okay, and not sick or overwhelmed or breaking down in their shower again (that only happened once! It was Midterms!)
And so, Steve also came home early, anxious and calling out for Bucky as soon as he walked in the door, quickly following the sounds of shuffling, muffled curses, and...sharp thumps on the hardwood?
Bucky couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks and ears as he flopped gracelessly into Steve's chair, only moments before Steve rushed into the living room. The older man's arrival had startled him enough that sitting was the only alternative to busting an ankle, so he had absolutely no time to try and hide.
He ran an exasperated hand through his hair as Steve's gaze roved his body, seeking any distress or pain, before locking and not moving from...
Steve could only nod dumbly, eyes still glued to Bucky's feet. Which were clad in a pair of very beautiful, very expensive looking, black leather stilletto heels. They even had brilliantly red soles. Steve’s vision began to swim as his pants began to tighten.
Now, Bucky was nothing if not smart and adaptive, and very quickly realized that, even if his surprise had been pre-empted, it was still very much welcomed. He could absolutely work with this.
His straighted up in the chair, pulling his legs close instead of letting them sprawl, and very slowly, very deliberately, crossed his legs, knee over knee instead of the more open and casual 'calf on thigh'. The position created a delicious and almost painful pressure on his cock, but it was easily ignored as he watched Steve tremble and swallow loudly.
"Would you like to take a closer look...Daddy?"
Steve dropped as if he's legs had been cut from under him, easily dismissing the pain as he crawled towards his lover, low enough to the floor that his tie was dragging, not that he gave a shit. Every part of him was focused on black leather, pale skin, and rapidly reddening cheeks. Both of their breaths became more and more ragged with every inch that Steve crawled closer until they were barely a hair's breadth apart; Bucky gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white, and Steve almost immobile with how tight his pants had become around his cock.
So, so slowly, Bucky uncrossed his legs and settled his foot in the crease of Steve's hip, pushing the older man to kneel upright. Keeping their eyes locked together, he began applying pressure to the sharp heel of his pump, pressing deeper and deeper into the sensitive skin beside the tent of Steve's engorged cock.
Steve's moan vibrated through both of them. His cock twitched visibly. A wet spot began forming just underneath his belt.
And Bucky could only drink it up.
"Do you like them, Daddy?" he whispered, bringing his other foot up to rest on Steve's thigh, splaying his own to relieve the pressure behind his zipper. "I chose them just for you. Don't you think they match the pretty panties you got me for our anniversary?"
Steve moaned again.
"In fact," Bucky continued, sliding a hand from the armrest to the front of his jeans, "they match so many of the pretty, pretty things you've given me. The panties I got for my birthday, the corset from last Christmas, the stockings and garter belt from Valentine's...they all pair perfectly. But this, I think...," with fingers that only trembled slightly, Bucky released the button of his jeans and yanked down the zipper, "this is my favorite set."
That barest glimpse of a black leather waistband and red lace that matched the heel soles perfectly had Steve collapsing forward to bury his nose in the delicate fabric, moaning and cursing and rocking his hips into the sharp and erotic pain of the stillettos still pressed into his skin.
The pleasure was nearly blinding until Bucky pushed him back, murmuring assurances in the face of his whimpered protests.
"C'mon, Daddy," Bucky crooned as he pushed to his feet. "We're gonna see how fast I can make you come while you're fucking me in these heels. I can't wait to dig them into your hips and have you hold them as you pound me."
Steve could only follow the sharp sound of heels on hardwood to their bedroom and the promise of new and sublime pleasures.
It was a promise well kept.
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New glasses, so thought I’d give you your selfie @thesadboisguidetolife feeling super cute! 😊
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giants in the wind
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