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badsciencejokes · 1 month

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renphousa · 4 months

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People who are exposed to life's realities experience eye strain.

Cracking the Code: Life's Realities and the Eye Strain Dilemma

In the realm of ocular well-being, a Reality Check unveils an intriguing correlation between life's unfiltered truths and the pervasive issue of eye strain. Delving into this intricate tapestry, one encounters the enigmatic concept of Eyeris 3 Gold Benefits, a term that resonates with those navigating the labyrinth of existence.

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#health #healthy lifestyle #health & fitness #wellness #eyestrain #eyes #beautiful eyes #massage therapy #body massage #benefits

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lily-anderson · 3 months

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Will you massage my soles? My heels have tired me out... Don't you see the stress in the soles of my feet?

#beautiful soles #foot rub #footfemdom #massage #bodymassage #massage therapy

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auntymurda · 5 months

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#uploads #cupping #so pretty #??!#massage therapy

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lovelyladylavie · 1 day

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Day 4: Pampering

Y'all know I had to do a massage. 💆‍♂️

Here's a scene from my fic "Shell Rubs" where they celebrate "Donnie Appreciation Day" after Donnie gets left out of a shell-care day. One of April’s former jobs was as a massage therapist (until she realized how quiet and boring it could be and quit. The girl needs adventure. And noise.) She happily provides her professional services for her chronically-in-pain bestie. (The fic takes place before they would get together):

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" “It’s just…I DON’T know what kind of specific pain they’re going through, but I do know a lot about a lot of minor pains, stacking up until you’re overwhelmed! And all you want is some relief and-!” Don snorted, words failing him. “I’m just…doing my best, you know?”

April put her hand over his. “I know.”

“And I rarely, if ever, get the same sort of spa day they do! They get the peeling, the shell rubs, the scrubs, and the heat lamp, and I just end up exhausted!”

April thought about that. It was true, they never reciprocated the favor, because he was never in as dire straits as they were when it came to shell care. No, Donnie had day to day aches and pains from his battle-shell grips, the sweat from between the metal shell and his real one and the weight of it on his shoulders all the time. But he didn’t complain too much to them, as there was nothing they could do about it. Maybe he was due some true TLC."

It would take some planning and research, but…"

#lavie draws #apritelloweek2024 #apritello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise april #rise donatello #apriltello #chronic pain #massage therapy

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dornish-queen · 6 months

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Here are some updated photos of the new space with working lights for spa environment. Got the 2 beds in so I can offer couples massage now and work with a fellow therapist. If I change anything around, it will be very little tweaks.

#spa #massage studio #massage boutique #massage therapy

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trashyswitch · 6 months

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Day 28: Massage

Emile treats Remy to a massage in an attempt to help him relax. But much to Remy's dismay (and Emile's excitement), Remy's a little bit ticklish on his back ribs and lower back. Can he tolerate it, even while Emile finds it funny?

Day 28! Another massage fic, cause why not. Remy and Emile are back, baby! I hope you like it!

Dr. Picani walked up to Remy, and smirked at him. “I want you to close your eyes and come with me.” Emile told him.

“Oooh? A little surprise? For moi?!” Remy reacted, surprised.

“Yup! But close your eyes first!” Emile ordered with a giggle before grabbing his hand. When Remy had his eyes closed and his left hand over his eyes, Emily brought Remy into the usual therapy room and closed the door. “Open your eyes.” Emile told him. When he opened his eyes, Emile presented the room to him excitedly. “Tada!” he declared happily.

Remy looked around, and noticed that the room was pretty much the same…only it was set up as a massage room instead of a therapy room. “Wow…It’s kinda…looks like you moved only 3 things, Emile.” Remy admitted.

Emile laughed as he placed his hands on Remy’s shoulders. “Well, kinda…but that doesn’t matter. You need a break, and I’m going to provide you one.” the doctor decided.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Emile, you don’t have to…seriously-”

“Shhhh.” Emile gently laid him down onto the bed, and . “Just lay yourself down…get yourself comfortable…relax…” He told him. “And let me massage your troubles away.” Emile started rubbing into his shoulders and kneading his lower neck. “B-But…Buuut…Oooooh mygod- that’s good.” He reacted, surprised to feel such professional massages against his neck. Did Emile have a secret massage therapy degree or something?!

“See? Worry not. Just unwind and allow yourself to rest.” Emile told him softly. “Dr. Picani will take care of you.”

“Mmmm…Ohyeah…Ooooh yeah…Mmmmmhmmm…” He mumbled, grunting and humming. The massage felt amazing. Emile was such a nice person to come up with an idea like this…he had no idea what he did to deserve it.

“How about here? Is this too painful?” Emile asked, moving down to his back.

“Oooohgosh-” Remy grunted and let out a breath. “It’sfine. Fine. Good.” He replied with an awkward smile.

“You sure?” Emile reacted.

“Positive.” He replied. “Don’t underestimate me and my pain tolerance.” Remy warned.

“Or else what?” Emile asked, poking his side. “You’ll leave your massage early?” He teased.

Remy jumped and attempted to slap Emile with his hand behind his back. “Dohon’t poke me!” Remy warned.

“Awww.” Emile went back to massaging his back again. “Alright.”

Remy held onto the side of the bed as he tittered and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh no, oh no! “E-Emile-!”

“Hm?” Emile replied.

“W-Whahat did I j-juhust say?” Remy asked.

“Oh? Does it hurt too much?” Emile asked, removing his fingers.

“Noho…No. It just tickled a bit…that’s all.” Remy admitted.

“Oh?” Emile reacted, before moving to the same spot. “This…” Emile pushed down a little bit on the spot on his back. “Tickled you?” He asked.

Remy felt a smile grow onto his face as plenty of giggles filled his lungs. “E-Ehemile!” Remy reacted. “Dohohon’t eheven think about tickling me.” Remy warned.

“Does that mean you admit it?” Emile asked.

“Admit what?” Remy asked for clarification.

“That you’re ticklish.” Emile replied.

“Well…well yeah, but-” Remy squeaked and hugged himself as Emile started kneading his lower back. “WAHAIT! EMILENO!” Remy shouted.

Emile giggled and rubbed the lower back near the buttocks. “How’s this area?” Emile asked, rubbing his back with his thumbs.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Aha lihihittle ticklyhyhyhy, buhut not bahahad.” He admitted softly. “Oh, that’s good. We don’t exactly want to kill you during your relaxing massage, do we?” Emile teased.

“Ihi’d rather nohohot behe kihihilled todahahay.” Remy admitted.

“Aw man…” Emile placed his fingers near Remy’s spine. “Would you rather be killed tomorrow?” Emile asked.

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho!” Remy replied.

“What about Monday?” Emile asked with a giggle as he moved his fingers up his spine towards the back ribs. Emile chuckled and shook his head. “Plehease nohoho! HahahAHAHA!” Remy gripped the bed as he let out some extra pent-up giggles he had saved up in his lungs. “EHEHEMILEHEHEHEE! TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” Remy reacted.

“Goodness! Looks like I found a ticklish little pot at the end of the rainbow~!” Emile teased.

Remy snorted and cackled a little harder. “GOHOHOHOD! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Remy pleaded. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAA!” Remy shouted.

“I’m not killing you! I swear!” Emile reacted, stopping his fingers.

Remy’s laughter lessened back to softer, more breathless giggles as he tried to calm down. “Ihi…” He looked at Emile. “I thought this was a massage appointment!” Remy admitted.

“It’s not completely a massage appointment.” Emile admitted. “It’s more a ‘loosen and relax’ appointment.” Emile explained.

“T-tickle fights only tense me up and make me jumpy.” Remy admitted. “Tickles don’t exactly help me calm down.” Remy admitted.

Emile bit his lip as he felt Remy tense up the moment he felt his back. “I can see that…Why is that?” Emile asked, tilting his head.

“Ihi don’t know…It just does.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and started slowing down his back rubs. “How about…I slow down the massages a bit.” Emile offered, drawing circles with his thumbs. “Mmmmmhmhmhmmm…Ohokahay.” Remy replied. “Ihit feels…” He gasped and squealed in a high-pitched voice. “eeEEK! Hehe…Hehe! Suhuhure.” Remy replied.

“Okay.” Emile focused his hands on his upper back to give Remy a bit of a break from the tickles. Though it still tickled a little bit, Emile was able to manipulate his hands so it was a little more bearable. “Is this a little better?” Emile asked him softly.

Remy sighed, letting out a couple giggles. “Yehes…this ihis behetter. Sooo much betteher.” Remy replied.

Emile smiled and kept it up for a little longer. He kept things somewhat quiet for a bit, letting Remy rest softly on the bed. He wanted to ensure he stayed calm and comfortable while in his massage room.

“So…Whehen did yohou…get your massage degrehee?” Remy asked him.

Emile smiled. “I got it at around the same time I got my psychology degree. I was very spry back then, and worked my head off for both degrees.” Emile told him. “I remember I had to finish my anatomy exam, and then head right to my graduation to get my Massage Therapy degree.” Emile told him.

Remy smiled. “Wow…That’s a lot.” Remy reacted softly.

“It was…It was the most stressed I’ve ever been. I couldn’t technically take a break. But…thankfully, some of my courses ended up turning into my breaktime, so it turned out fine.” Emile told him.

“That’s…wow. I wohould never be able to doho that.” Emile admitted, still slightly giggly.

Emile smiled and rubbed into his back ribs again, making Remy squeak. “Well…I did. So beat that.” Emile declared.

“BAHAHA-” Remy pounded his fists into the bed. “EEEHEHEHEHEHE! EMILE NOHOHOHO!” He shouted.

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a giggle. “I couldn’t resist.” He admitted.

Remy sighed and hid his face in his arms. “Picani…I can’t relax when you’re tickling me like that.” Remy told him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I promise.” He told him, before rubbing into his neck and shoulders. “There. Is that better?” Emile asked him.

“Mmmmm…Mmm hmm. Thaaaat’s soooo much better.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and massaged his neck and shoulders for a while. He didn’t dare go back down to his back, for fear of tickling him again. He rubbed through the traps, moved his fingers up to the spine of his neck, up to the lower scalp and scratched there a bit, before going back down to the lower neck and shoulders.

Then, Emile grabbed some oil and started rubbing it all over his neck and shoulders, before moving down his back, and down to the lower back before moving back up to the neck and shoulders. All the while, Remy was groaning and humming softly and contently. Emile seemed to just know the spots to go for. It was…rather inspiring, actually.

After about 30 minutes of proper massaging with minimal tickles, Emile removed his hands and cleaned up his back a bit. “There. How do you feel now?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and brought his head to the right to look at him. “I feel like a million dollars.” Remy told him.

Emile smiled and dabbed his hands with a towel. “I’m glad.” he replied. “Now: I want you to take your time getting up. And if you feel any muscle aches or headaches, don’t worry…It’s normal, and it should go away in a day or two.” Emile told him.

Remy nodded his head and slowly began to get up. “How much do I owe ya?” Remy asked, pulling out his wallet.

“Oh my gosh, Remy…” Emile shook his head and pushed Remy’s hand of cash away. “It’s all on me.” Emile told him.

“B*tch, no! I’m paying you.” Remy ordered, pushing the money back.

“Nonsense. Take it back.” Emile insisted. “Emile…” Remy warned.

“Helping my friend is reward enough.” Emile told him.

“No, no. I’m not going to allow myself to take your love for granted. Take it.” Remy insisted.

“You never take me for granted. So don’t worry about it. My treat.” Emile said.

“Oh my go- At least let me buy you a coffee, or something!” Remy begged.

Emile chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Fine…A cappuccino?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and nodded his head. “With pleasure.” Remy pulled out his keys and rang them in his hand. “Be right back!” Remy declared, running out of the room. Emile chuckled and shook his head as he put the fold-up mattress back into the closet. It’s a good thing he holds onto that thing after all these years…

#massage #neck massage #back massage #back tickles #teasing #a little treat #therapist Dr. emile picani #massage therapy #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!emile #lee!remy #fluff

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cass-ass · 1 year

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i am so happy i became a massage therapist. I love it.

i don't think i'd have been able to recover from autistic burnout otherwise. I also didn't even know I was autistic until a year and a half into the field, massage as a career actually helped me figure it out cause it helped me calm down and be able to take care of my needs.

like this job was basically made for autistic people who are touch friendly:

have dim lights constantly

soothing music- I can also choose my own music in the room I work in

everyone is quiet and talking is soft (usually)

I can wear whatever I want to work, but the more comfy the better. Generally I wear tshirts and nice lounge pants. Some of my coworkers wear yoga pants, or bright hippie-like pants.

I have to talk to at most 2 clients in an hour, at best 1 every 2 hours

I work half as much as other people (I work 20 hours a week, up to 29 if I need extra money, but I have to do that sparsely or else my body hurts too much)

I make 60% of the massage cost + tip so I can afford to work that 20hrs a week and still pay bills and buy some things that I want. The cost is the amount of time plus 10. so $70 for an hour, I earn $42, people usually tip between $10-20 so I make $52-62 an hour.

15 minutes between each massage where I am able to be alone and just clean the room I was using. I am able to calm down any sensory issues in this time. (I am not paid for this time, as I earn commission from the massages so I get about 16 actual paid hours per week)

tactile work where my hands are constantly busy and my sensory sensitivity actually comes in handy

pattern recognition helps me figure out how to help specific pain patterns

able to stand or sit whenever I need to. I can even kneel while I work. some massage techniques you do just from sitting and kneeling on the floor, such as Thai massage

the people that do talk to me during the massage generally tend to be neurodivergent. I get a lot of infodumps about interesting things and it can be pretty fun

the people I work with tend to be neurodivergent as well, usually undiagnosed older neurodivergent people, but one of my coworkers is just a year older than me and has autism and adhd too. We just kinda flock to the career cause it's comfy.

if I feel uncomfortable with someone I can reject them as a client. it's about safety and comfort for the therapist and the client. so if someone says anything homophobic or transphobic I can walk out and reject them immediately or I can stay quiet, get money for the work I have done and then reject them for future appointments.

I can also reject people who don't respect my time, such as people who don't show up for appointments or people who constantly show up 10+ minutes late and expect to get their full time. This can make me have a meltdown, and so I cut them out of my schedule if they want to walk all over it.

There are clear boundaries and rules that are outlined for the field. we have to take ethics classes every 2 years while in the field so everyone is on the same page about these rules.

school was 7 months for full time and could be done in a year and a half for a part time student. It was short enough that even as a college dropout, it wasn't daunting. And grades kinda mattered, but not to a point where I stressed myself out about things like I did with college. and a lot of grades were just based on participation and how well we could follow a physical massage routine that we learned.

and one of the best things:

I can work barefoot and no one cares.

#autism #autistic #massage #massage therapy #lmt #licensed massage therapist #my post #mine #personal #autistic jobs

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csphire · 6 months

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Rosemary, Lilacs, Lilies and Bergamot

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Astarion / Anna (OC Tav)

A sequel to Purples, Blues, and Gold.

Astarion is offered a night of intimacy with the one he loves. She manages to provide him with an experience he's yet to recall ever having despite his long life and many lovers. Something we all feel he deserves and needs more than anything. A good rub down to work out decades-if not near century-old knots with some of his favorite fragrant oils until he melts into a puddle of sheer bliss. However, upon finding the beginnings of tranquility, new worries and responsibilities emerge but he takes comfort in the knowledge he no longer needs to face them alone.

Astarion did not know what to expect. Whatever she was planning put him on a higher level of alert than usual. It had him also taking a few deep and slow breaths to steel himself before opening the door with a forced flirty and amused expression.

True, he trusted her, well more than anyone else in this wretched world. But he did not miss those ever-scheming gears turning away in that pretty head of hers. All behind a smile so kind and cajoling, it could and did charm even ogres. The problem was he also witnessed firsthand his dear warlock’s occasional more chaotic nature. How she could go from all sweetness and light to sinking a blade or blasting a spell into more than just one chest. But the worst thing she had done so far was trick a vile woman into paying them upfront to steal a githyanki egg and then proceeded to launch a surprise attack. All the while Lae’zel, at her side, grinned from ear to ear as she took the last blow.

“It’s a surprise, and I have a feeling you’ll love it,” the high half-elf, would only promise.

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esther20 · 8 months

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Cheers 🥂 to another beautiful😻weekend fellow tumblr. Don’t let your stressed 😩 long week of/at work wreck You nor the weekend spirit down, have fun🤩. Hope to see you have Fun.

Reblog if you'd want a cozy weekend 😘❤️

#cute #summer #weekend #fitness #massage #80s #barbie #massagetherapist #massage therapy

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bodyalive · 3 months

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The skin is an organ that can influence body homeostasis. It is good practice, when evaluating the clinical picture of a patient, to always ascertain the presence of scars. Looking at the patient as a system and not just as a symptom or a symptomatological segment will help the clinician, and all those professionals who use manual techniques, to find a more effective treatment. A scar can produce different symptoms, which can affect the neurological sphere, the fascial, and the visceral area. The skin surface is a means to communicate with the nervous system, to understand it, and to give therapeutic information. We can conclude by affirming that the skin and the fascias represent the skeletal system of the nervous system.

#bodywork #Structural integration Atlanta #Body Alive #scars #healing #physiology #fascia #connective tissue #massage therapy #the skin #nervous system

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honeycombhank · 2 months

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