#Gentle exercise

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A peaceful walk with Flynn, down to the buttercup fields. We didn’t meet any other people or dogs, but heard lots of birds twittering, insects buzzing, squirrels & rabbits & voles rustling in the hedgerows & beautiful wildflowers everywhere. 

[baybelletrist]

Yes, this. Start slowly and gently to avoid injury.

5 simple exercises to awaken dormant muscles

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[compassionmattersmost]

Managing Post-Exertional Malaise: Finding Balance and Peace in Life with ME/CFS

A Gentle Reflection on Pacing, Rest, and Navigating the Challenges of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome There are days when the body speaks softly, a whisper of weariness that hints at the storm ahead. And though we move carefully, mindful of each step, there are moments when the smallest effort—a turn of the mind, a spark of emotion—awakens something deeper. This is the dance with post-exertional…

[dynamichealthinsights]

Nurturing Your Joints: A Comprehensive Guide to Low-Impact Workouts for Lifelong Mobility

In the intricate symphony of our bodies, joints play the role of silent conductors, orchestrating every move we make. They grant us the freedom to dance, embrace loved ones, and explore the world around us. However, the passage of time, injuries, or conditions like arthritis can sometimes disrupt this harmonious flow. Low-impact workouts emerge as a gentle yet powerful solution, offering a…

[fezaleon]

Fasting can offer numerous health benefits when done correctly. Here are some tips and tricks to help you fast effectively and safely:

Before the Fast

Plan Ahead: Choose the right type of fasting (e.g., intermittent fasting, extended fasting) and schedule it around your lifestyle and commitments.

Gradual Start: If you're new to fasting, start with shorter periods and gradually increase the duration.

Hydrate: Drink plenty of water before starting your fast to ensure you're well-hydrated.

Eat Nutrient-Dense Meals: Prioritize meals rich in protein, healthy fats, and fiber to keep you satiated longer.

Avoid Sugary Foods: Consuming high-sugar foods can lead to rapid blood sugar drops, making fasting more difficult.

During the Fast

Stay Hydrated: Drink water regularly. Herbal teas and black coffee are also good options.

Stay Busy: Engage in activities to keep your mind off food.

Listen to Your Body: If you feel dizzy, excessively fatigued, or unwell, break your fast and consult a healthcare professional.

Electrolyte Balance: Consider adding a pinch of salt to your water or drinking electrolyte solutions to maintain balance.

Gentle Exercise: Light activities like walking or yoga can be beneficial, but avoid strenuous workouts.

Breaking the Fast

Ease In: Start with small, easily digestible foods such as broth, smoothies, or fruits.

Avoid Overeating: Reintroduce food gradually to avoid digestive discomfort.

Balanced Meals: Include a mix of protein, healthy fats, and carbs in your post-fast meals.

Stay Hydrated: Continue to drink water to help with digestion and rehydration.

General Tips

Consistency: Regular fasting can help your body adapt, making the process easier over time.

Monitor Your Health: Keep track of how your body responds to fasting and make adjustments as needed.

Consult a Professional: If you have any health conditions or concerns, seek advice from a healthcare provider before starting a fasting regimen.

Mindful Eating: When you do eat, practice mindful eating to enhance your relationship with food and recognize hunger cues.

By following these tips and tricks, you can make fasting a more manageable and beneficial experience.

[florafloof]

If you haven't gotten in your movement for today, this is your sign! Even a half hour of yin yoga will make you feel wonderful.

all about yin yoga

what is yin yoga?

yin yoga is a form of slow-paced yoga in which asanas, or poses, are held for a longer period than a usual yoga class. this period can range anywhere from 3 to 7 minutes.

what are the benefits of yin yoga?

there are many potential benefits of practicing yin, including:

improving flexibility

reducing stress & anxiety

increasing blood circulation

stimulating and lengthening the tendons, muscles, ligaments, & the fascia

calming the nervous system

promoting connection between the mind & body

reducing risk of injury

balancing the skeletal system & improving posture

opening up the body channels, or meridians

yin yoga routines

30 minute full body yin yoga by yoga with kate amber

30 minute yin yoga deep stretch by travis elliot

30 minute yin yoga ritual by rituals cosmetics global

30 minute yin yoga for the back & hips by travis elliot

30 minute beginner stress relief yin by travis elliot

30 minute yin yoga deep stretch by travis elliot

30 minute supine yin yoga by the bare female

30 minute lower body yin by yoga with kate amber

30 minute yin yoga with crystal bowl healing by boho beautiful yoga

30 minute angelic frequency yin yoga by mei-lan

39 minute gentle yin yoga detox by travis elliot

40 minute yin yoga for the inner thighs & groin by yoga with kassandra

45 minute yin for the upper body by yoga with kassandra

45 minute yin yoga for energy depletion by yoga with kassandra

45 minute relax & stretch yin yoga by travis elliot

45 minute yin yoga for back pain by youaligned

45 minute total relaxation yin by yoga with kate amber

50 minute self care yin yoga by yoga with kassandra

50 minute yin yoga for deep relaxation by melina ophelia

54 minute yin yoga for happy lungs by yoqi yoga and qigong

1 hour yin yoga with props by jess yoga

1 hour deep hips & back yin by gayatri yoga

1 hour yin for the hips & legs by yoga with kassandra

1 hour yin yoga for stress by fightmaster yoga

1 hour deep hips & legs yin by yoga with kassandra

1 hour yin yoga deep stretch by travis elliot

1 hour complete yin fascia stretch by devi daly yoga

1 hour yin yoga for a happy liver by yoqi yoga and qigong

1 hour yin yoga for a happy heart by yoqi yoga and qigong

75 minute advanced yin with extra long holds by yoga with kassandra

90 minute yin yoga by yoga with kassandra

[willowsatleanderllc]

Embarking on a wellness journey at assisted living in Leander, Texas involves more than just physical health—it encompasses a holistic approach to well-being. Fitness programs tailored for seniors play a pivotal role in promoting vitality and longevity. At Willows At Leander LLC, we recognize the importance of staying active and offer a variety of fitness programs designed to meet the needs of our residents.

[personalcareservicesmidsouth]

Seniors can benefit greatly from participating in meaningful and enjoyable activities that stimulate their minds, bodies, and spirits. Not only do these activities provide entertainment and a sense of purpose, but they also contribute to maintaining cognitive function, physical health, and emotional happiness.

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Guidelines for Post-Car Accident Injury Recovery

Sustaining injuries in a car accident can be a traumatic experience, necessitating a well-structured and disciplined recovery process. This article aims to provide a comprehensive guide on what to do during the recuperation phase following a car accident injury. By adhering to these guidelines, individuals can optimize their recovery and regain physical well-being efficiently and effectively. 1.…

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farcille postcanon characterization warmup that got way out of hand. beware, here be spoilers, dragoncock, and bottoming as an extreme sport.

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Marcille has always loved Falin’s voice. Soft, high, airy and girlish—it was always as gentle as the rest of her, even in the midst of pitched combat. When things went to hell in a handbasket, it was always Falin’s whispery incantations that kept Marcille grounded as blood and monster guts sailed through the air. 

And that hasn’t changed. No amount of dragon could really change that, Marcille thinks. Yes, she she has moments when her voice becomes rough and ragged and guttural, mostly when she’s swinging her mace or her fists, or gritting her teeth through a monster claw stuck into her side. But maybe that urge to growl was always there, and she’s just finally able to voice it now. Marcille finds that she’s loud at times she would have been silent before—grunting with exertion when she would have grimaced quietly, singing some nonsense melody over a mundane task when she would have hummed it under her breath—and that’s a good thing.

But otherwise, nothing has changed. Falin’s voice is as delicate as ever, chiming in a lilting giggle behind a dainty gesture of her hand. Rustling like pages of well-loved books as she casts her protective wards, or ponders over how to cook a new monster, or murmurs right into Marcille’s ear while she…

Well. While she’s got Marcille bent over her own desk with her nightgown pooled at her ankles. Marcille’s not sure if it’s rude or considerate that she didn’t get a chance to dress herself before she had a girthy cock shoved up her cunt first thing in the morning. 

“Marcille,” Falin whispers, unfairly shaky as if she’s the one getting fucked within an inch of her life. She’s mouthing at Marcille’s neck, draped over her and pressing as close as possible in every way, gripping Marcille’s hands tight and keening like she’s found heaven between her legs. “Marcille, Marcille…” 

It’s not fair. It’s not fair that she gets to do that, that she gets to sound like that—with that sweet voice she’s always had, now making obscene little noises that are still whispery fine and almost ethereal coming from her mouth. These quiet, barely voiced sighs that puff against Marcille’s ear, the dulcet moans that thrum against her skin, and that demure little gasp when she thrusts a little harder and somehow finds even more space inside Marcille to bottom out in—

“Marcille…” she whimpers like she’s in pain, on the verge of tears, fingers tight between Marcille’s as they grip the edge of the rattling desk together. “You feel—so good, oh… You’re”—another moan buried just behind her ear—"so wet, so good…” 

It’s not like Marcille got the chance to be anything else right now, did she? Not when Falin fell upon her just as she was sorting through her documents, pressed against her back and already unfastening the clasps of her gown and slipping it off her shoulders. She was fully naked before she even got a playful good morning whispered into her ear—it’s a miracle she had the forethought to push her papers out of the way just before Falin had her wrapped around her finger in the most literal sense. 

Well. Fingers in the plural, really, since she always starts with two. Usually while pawing at Marcille’s tit with her other hand until her stupid knees give out and she ends up buckling over whatever surface is nearby—in this case, her desk, mercifully free of any uncapped inkwells at the moment. Now slathered with sweat that makes her tits slip and slide along the wooden varnish, of course, but otherwise non-disastrous. 

Hopefully her nightgown is catching most of the mess running down her thighs, or she’s going to have to make the most humiliating request to the castle staff about her carpets for the third time this month—

“Yes…!” Falin digs her heels in and fucks her even harder, taken with some kind of mindless momentum all of a sudden. “I love you,” she pants in that stupid—feathery, daisy-light tone that has no business being this sweet while she’s ravaging Marcille like this— “you’re perfect, you’re perfect—” 

Marcille’s going to die like this. This is how she’s going to go: Bleating like an animal with her cheek stuck to her desk with drool, eyes just permanently rolled back in her head, toes barely touching the floor as Falin keeps fucking her further onto the desk. She hasn’t said a single coherent word since her second orgasm however many minutes ago, just broken into an endless stream of guttural noises as her cunt slobbers and squelches around Falin’s cock almost as loudly as she’s wailing. 

“Marcille,” Falin keens, sounding like a bashful princess ravished to breathlessness—just something straight out of a high-minded erotica novel—all while hammering Marcille into the desk at a shallow, breakneck pace. “You feel—feel s–o good, you’re perfect, oh—oh, you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, I love you, I love you—” 

For the love of—fuck. Marcille can distantly hear herself scream, can feel the desk digging into her as she flails, her grasp on sanity getting thinner and thinner with each word that tumbles out of Falin’s mouth and shoots straight through her nerves. She’s—good god, she’s not usually this talkative. It’s almost always Marcille begging and blabbering about how much she wants Falin’s cock, how good it feels, how she wants it harder and faster and more, screaming and crying Falin’s name over and over—

But now, in the absence of Marcille’s pathetic yapping—after she’s already fucked the words out of Marcille so thoroughly—Falin’s taken it upon herself to murmur a stream of honeyed nonsense into her ear, her frail and gentle voice breaking with desperation—and fuck, it’s not fair.

“Yes, yes, oh—” Falin sobs into her neck. “I love it—I love it when you sound like this, I love you—you’re so good, so good for me, my Marcille—” 

No, no, no, she can’t do that, she can’t do that—she can’t say that, in that voice, while her cock is so deep in Marcille there’s hardly room for anything else, battering all her nerve endings and rearranging her so that there’s nothing left but her, Falin, Falin—

“Ah!” Falin cries out, like she’s the one getting reamed against her stupid fucking desk so hard she can barely breathe— “Yes, please, please—please say my name again!” 

Well. She can beg all she fucking wants, but it’s not going to be pretty and she has no one to blame but herself—it’s her fault Marcille can hardly speak, it’s her fault her name is only coming in rough wails with both syllables separated with heaving, crying breaths. Marcille gives it her all, scrapes whatever intelligence she has left to speak, and sounds like a dying animal in a way that can’t possibly be anything but hideous to listen to—

And still, Falin sobs, as if in utter ecstasy as she fucks Marcille so hard the desk starts scraping along the floor in harsh jumps. 

“Yes, yes—ah—” Her voice, not so whispery gentle now but still so melodious and clear, sounding out from deep in her chest— “I—love—you—” she weeps, punctuated by the hard slams of the desk against the floor as she drops the rapid pace in favor of mercilessly hard thrusts— “Beautiful—perfect—mine!” 

Then she finally, finally comes—not that it stops her, not with how she thrusts with every spurt. Like she’s not just satisfied with letting it spill out, like she needs to fuck it into Marcille with all her strength, once, twice, then one last time, stuffing her cunt absolutely full with searing heat—

And Marcille doesn’t even realize she’s coming until she’s unceremoniously ejected out the other side of the high, that telltale swoop of vertigo rushing through her veins. The orgasm doesn't even have the grace to let her go limp with afterglow, of course, and she’s left there convulsing and twitching like a drowning fish. With her jaw pressed to the desk, she can actually hear her teeth chatter from how hard she’s shaking, Falin’s warm weight on her be damned. 

(One day. One day, she’ll stop embarrassing herself like this—one day she’ll finish like a normal person during sex, instead of going off like a cheap firework every half hour and wringing an orgasm out of herself as soon as she feels Falin finish inside her, whether or not she even had one left in her to begin with.) 

“M-Marcille,” Falin stammers, her voice breathless but now shy and girlish again as she slowly untangles their hands. “Are you—are you okay?” 

The gall. To ask her that, when she’s nothing but a sweaty carcass slung over her desk, still twitching erratically. To be so gentle as she straightens up and kisses the back of her neck, tenderly brushing her hair to the side as she pulls out ever so slowly—

And still. Not. Slowly. Enough—apparently! Not with the sparks that explode in Marcille’s eyes again, utterly unclear if this is another orgasm or just a particularly brutal aftershock! She just goes squeaking and shaking and sliding off the desk onto her knees, hands clapped over her cunt like they’re going to protect her from the lightning racing up and down her spine. She doesn’t even know where she landed, really, convulsing and closing her thighs around her hand as cum and slick drools into her palms, falling forward and— and smacking her head against the edge of her desk.

“Oh!” Feathered arms clasp around her before she can slide past the wood with her sweaty forehead and land on her face. “Careful—are you okay?” 

The gall. The audacity. The—something, or whatever, fuck, Marcille doesn’t even care anymore. Her head throbs with an oncoming bruise, she can’t feel her legs, she can feel her pussy way too much, and it’s a wonder she hasn’t fallen apart on the spot—

“Okay… let’s…” There’s some maneuvering going on, but hell if Marcille can actually tell what Falin’s doing. “Here, let’s take a bath—I’ll go draw some water.” 

Marcille whines, because no—she doesn’t know where she is, she just twists until her face finds feathers and buries herself there. She even manages to bring one cum-covered hand to grip at the quils, because this mess is Falin’s fault and if she doesn't like it then she can wash it off herself—but she’s not allowed to leave. 

A little chuckle under her breath—and it’s so fucking cute and girlish like she hasn’t just demolished a full grown woman to the brink of unconsciousness, but Marcille can’t even find it in herself to be mad. Falin can ask her whatever the hell she wants, do whatever the hell she wants, so long as she doesn’t let go. 

“I’m bringing you with me, I promise,” Falin whispers so tenderly, pressing a kiss to Marcille’s head. There’s arms tightening around her back and under her knees, and she feels herself being lifted. “I wouldn’t leave you like that…” 

Better not, Marcille grumbles to herself. Not sure if it made it past her mouth, but it doesn’t matter. Falin’s going to take responsibility for turning her morning into—into this, even if it means having to draw some bathwater with an elf clinging to her the entire time. She’s going to be the one to wash her off, bring her their missed breakfast, and tell everyone why she wasn’t there at the morning meeting—

Maybe not that last part. 

“I’m sorry,” she hears, in that soft and whispery tone she’s loved for so many years. That voice that didn’t change, even with everything that happened—everything that Marcille did to her, and it’s—

It would be so, incredibly stupid if she started crying out of nowhere. 

“Liar,” she whines, digging the indignant annoyance back up to pout like a spoiled brat. “You liked… every second…” 

Another giggle that so infuriatingly lovely. “I did.” The sound of a squeaky valve turning, then rushing water that slaps against stone. “Did you?” 

Marcille just grumbles again and clings even tighter. Falin just laughs a little louder and strokes her hair, too kind to demand an answer in so many words—or, perhaps, impishly content to let Marcille incriminate herself with her silence, as she so often does.

[mybreadsmybutters]

wanna feed u grass from my hand u would be so gentle with it i feel like idk just give off that vibe. sorry. in this scenario ur a horse btw

thank you i’m very polite… i have always felt that if i was a horse i would be an appaloosa because i read a book about a girl whose horse became a unicorn at midnight when i was small and that is the breed the unicorn was. also it could speak. if j was a horse i would also be able to speak, but i wouldn’t because i enjoy seething more. i’d also be able to do simple addition and wasps would LOVE living in my stall. but well all that is fantasy and in reality i am a standard Tennessee and spoiled little upper class brats take their riding lessons on me out here on the edges of Middletown, USA. sigh… snorts and eats my grains

[sysig]

Scriabin and Edgar eating crepes for requestober !!

Day 8 - Delicious silence

[uncanny-tranny]

Hey, you're being lied to about what fitness constitutes. If you can't work in an hour-long crossfit slog, but you can work in a five-minute walk, then that is still fitness. If you can't use your legs but you can do arm circles every now and again, that is still fitness. If you're moving around at work, that's still fitness. It can be intentional or incidental, but here's the best part: your body doesn't care if you're dedicating specific work-out times. It doesn't care if the "only" fitness it gets is your nine to five on your feet. It doesn't care, fitness is fitness is fitness. Some of us do it differently, but the end result is more or less similar.

If you can do any type of fitness safely, your body isn't going to care if you're doing it like an Olympic athlete or if you're just a casual.

[compassionmattersmost]

10: Embracing Your Own Pace: The Conclusion of Our Post-Viral ME/CFS Exercise Journey

Dear Friends, As we come to the conclusion of this series on exercising with post-viral ME/CFS, I want to offer you a heartfelt reflection on the journey we’ve been exploring together. It’s been a path of discovery, patience, and above all, compassion—compassion for yourself, your body, and your unique experience with ME/CFS. We’ve discussed everything from imagining workouts while lying in…

[augustinewrites]

my first patient of the day today was an 8 month old infant and it gave me major baby fever 😭

[powerbottomblake]

no but I keep thinking and coming back to it the fact is ava and beatrice work well even when they're mad at each other even when they're arguing their first priority is still not to hurt each other they've managed to establish a relationship where trust is paramount so even when they're at odds they're still safe with each other bc having the last word/being right is never worth hurting the other's feelings. somehow even in the eye of the storm their first reflex is always "are you alright? how are you feeling?" and the other will jump in to reassure which is how you know they're already heaps ahead in the romance department and they don't even know it! they don't know how. developed it is to have this much emotional maturity going on in a relationship. you guys are so in love even when you're livid at each other ESPECIALLy when you're mad at each other and that's what makes them so. so special