#Soothing Spaces

[equalonline]

How Recliner Chair Is Your Leisure Partner

A Recliner (armchair or sofa) reclines when the owner lowers the chair's back and raises its front. It has a backrest that can be tilted back, and often a foot-rest that may be extended using a lever on the side of the chair, or may extend automatically when the back is reclined. Recliner chairs can be operated by a lever mechanism or manually by the owner. The manual recliner adjustments were done with the help of users pushing on the armrest while leaning back against the backrest. The owner then uses their body weight to make adjustments to the shape and extends the footrest. Electronic recliner chairs work from an electric motorized system controlled by a handset. You can choose between 1-3 motors, depending on how much movement you require. An electronic recliner chair with 3 motors will be able to adjust the leg-rest, and back-rest, and tilt the recliner in space to provide the best seating positions.

Blessing in disguise:

Chairs usually are not comfortable. Our body tends to become tough, we get back pain, and sitting in posture makes our body a rigid structure. When we get up from it, we feel that disguise. The sore body won't let us forget that, but the Recliner is something every human and chair must be proud of. 

Adding comfort to every sitting:

People want an easy chair in their living room that can support both their comfort and health. This type of adjustable chair can be the best addition to your interior design for many reasons that are of high worth and have a variety of features that can help you realize just how good a reclining chair could be. People also use it for their health issues back pain as well as pain in the legs which are common issues in old age people. Young people also use it for their comfort and satisfaction. People also enjoy their favorite shows, sports, news, etc. by sitting on a comfortable chair.

Provides different sitting positions: 

If you use a wheelchair then you know that sitting in the same position all day, how painful it is for your body, leaves you with unwanted aches and pains. Recliner chairs allow you to comfortably lay or sit in a variety of positions, without having to move from the chair.

Reduced risk of pressure sores: 

Staying in the same seated or lying position for a long period can lead to pressure sores, which can be enormously painful and take a long time to heal with risks of infections. A recliner chair provides the option to change your position, taking pressure off different parts of your body. This reduces the risk of developing pressure sores and will be comfortable for your body.

Made-to-measure for the perfect fit: 

Recliner chairs can be built to fit the exact dimensions of your body, ensuring the most comfortable position for you at all times. For example, the ideal chair should allow you to sit with your feet flat on the floor, with legs at a 90-degree angle. Armrests should support your arms below the elbow comfortably, with a supportive but soft cushion. These factors can be important to ensure that your chair is comfortable for you while sitting and relaxing, and made-to-measure riser recliners guarantee you’ll have the right size for you.

Improved circulation: 

People with mobility problems can find it hard to keep their bodies moving, which can often lead to several health problems that include poor circulation in the limbs. Recliner chairs provide the ability to move from one position to another at the touch of a button which ensures that your joints and body can do the adjustment of positions comfortably to improve the circulation to your body.

Aids standing and sitting: 

Recliner chairs are designed to give support to you in standing up and sitting down. This can be very useful to those having disabilities or mobility issues, wherein this seemingly easy task can cause great difficulty and discomfort. Our recliner chairs are designed for your comfort, lift you safely into standing, and lower you into a seating position at the touch of a button. 

Leisure we call desire, and recliners never fail in it, be either theatre or home recliner should be part of it because the most we can do is hard work and getting lethargic in it, not affordable. In my point of view, there should be recliners in every house and office. With Experience of 20+ years, EQUAL provides high-quality Recliner Chairs all over India at the best price. Equal provides different types of Recliner Chairs with different designs, good fabrics, and high quality to improve the comfort level of occupants.

[littlelesbolucas]

Am up late n need to soothe so hewe mood boawd

🩷🩷🩷

[greencarnation]

eleven is fascinating to me because he came right off the back of tens horrible traumatic breakdown after he lost everything and he immediately tried to establish himself as the opposite of that. he is funny and goofy and almost childlike, and he bulldozes on in his adventures with amy like nothing happened at all. but then something happens and his masks slips and it's like oh! the core of this man is still anger. he is so so angry all of the time and this façade is the only thing stopping him from being consumed by it. he isn't over any of it and he hasn't moved on. he is wearing a fez and laughing but under that all that exists is age old anger and grief and it is going to consume him

[syoddeye]

down the hatch

141 x reader, featuring a smidgen of soapgaz in this bit. ~1.5k words.

part one | two | three

tags: poly141, soapgaz depicted. reader is a little cuckoo for coco puffs after being alone for three months. voyeurism. half-assed masturbation. a gun. kind of crackfic, kind of not.

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“we’re not gonna hurt you,” ballcap insists, crouching to open the cupboard under the sink.

“just a little,” dry bones adds, not bothering to lower his voice.

“he’s lying, kitty, swear we won’t hurt you.”

holed up in the surveillance room, you listen over the crackling feed through the attached headset, absolutely fuming. panicking, too, but the door is shut and locked. the seal blends with the maintenance room’s panels, and the button to open it is hidden in the electric panel. the bunker’s build, many cameras, and folding bunks in the second bedroom suggest the austrian had long-term plans to repopulate earth or intended to abduct others but ran out of time.

either option would’ve blown, but now, his paranoia and apparent voyeurism came in handy. the stupid, unwashed idiots look dumb as hell crawling around looking for you.

after a while, they assemble in the kitchen and spend the next hour taking inventory. they are not impressed by the yanni collection, but they are intrigued by the bed you stopped making and the half-completed puzzle of the eiffel tower. you snarl as ballcap completes one of the corners. fucking uncivilized freaks, trampling all over puzzle etiquette. if you didn’t have the external feed and a pile of hardened ooze for proof, you’d know the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. depraved.

eventually, scragglebeard rustles up dinner. it’s obscene, the amount of food he uses. the men lounge and luxuriate in your kitchen and your living room. it doesn’t look like they’ve struggled for much. they eat like a pack of feral dogs when presented with a stew and mash. mohawk produces a half-full bottle of liquor, and the four nitwits have the nerve to toast the discovery of their new home.

a growl from your stomach tempers your outrage. you didn’t consider supplies when you hid. just survival.

the men laze after their meal.

“gonna go have a shower.” mohawk announces, slapping his thighs as he stands.

“thank christ.” dry bones jeers.

“join me?”

you straighten in the swivel chair. that's unexpected.

“nah, i’ll go later.”

“is it an open invite?” ballcap asks.

“always.”

“warm it up for us, then.” 

you won’t use the cameras that the austrian installed in the bathrooms—that’s crossing a line. then, a minute later, ballcap follows mohawk, and walks right past the three-quarter-finished eiffel tower. you think, vive la france, joie de vivre, or whatever.

a pity the cameras in the bathrooms don’t have speakers. the lens is a bit foggy, but the view is decent. the men waste no time stripping.

the camera sits in a vent, points through the grate, and into the showers. they’re in the stall closest to the door, convenient. mohawk pins ballcap to the slick tile, his hands gripping the other man’s hips so tight you see his knuckles whitening. desperate thing.

it’s kind of boring after a few minutes. mostly mohawk sloppily kissing and nipping at ballcap’s mouth and lips, occasionally detouring down his neck. their junk is mostly hidden at this angle, presumably slippery from the shower and all the dry-humping. wet-humping? ballcap kneads the fat of mohawk’s ass, his eyes fluttering when a particular patch of his throat gets attention. 

fuck, okay, maybe this is more titillating than you originally thought. you adjust in the chair, finding the seam of your jorts (craftily fashioned from men’s jeans you found in a closet), and slowly grind along it. it’s lazy, but you’re not gonna stick your hand down your pants if this is all you’re getting.

and as if reading your mind, mohawk breaks from ballcap’s grip and sinks to his knees. his juvenile haircut flops flat under the water, but ballcap’s dick sure doesn’t. even through the sub-optimal camera feed, you know it’s pretty. the way mohawk immediately hones in confirms, licking up the underside and palming his sack. when he finally gets his mouth to the good part, you unbutton your fly, shove two fingers in your mouth, and lean back. 

near-constant masturbation lost its novelty around week three, but it's like riding a bike. you manage a few good, firm circles, beckoning heat out of hibernation when sudden movement on the camera startles you right out of a lovely, burgeoning haze.

fuck bucket. ballcap has mohawk hoisted by the armpit, their abandoned cocks practically wagging. he’s rapidly speaking and pointing right at the fucking vent. how the hell he spotted the tiny red light, you don’t know, but dry bones and scragglebeard stumble into the bathrooms moments later. 

dry bones disappears beneath the frame, and the camera shakes slightly as the vent cover comes off. he steps back, mouth moving beneath his mask, and the four men exchange looks.

scragglebeard speaks as the naked men hastily dress, then start a second sweep of the bunker. this time, armed with the knowledge that somebody’s watching, they don’t split up. they move as a unit.

you watch in horror as they upend the bunker. they move furniture, poke outlets, and empty all the shelves to feel for switches and levers. distantly, you think you would’ve made for a decent escape room operator in the before times. you stifle a mad laugh at the idea, nearly choking when they finally enter the maintenance room.

hand pressed to your mouth, you breathe shallowly as they search. they’re more careful, skipping the electric and valves altogether, probably afraid if they fuck with anything too much, the power or water will go out. they check the ridges between the panels, and you hold your breath as dry bones runs his fingers along the hidden seal.

he stops and peels off a glove. pressing his palm to the secret door’s front, he hums. he glances over his shoulder, directly into the camera, then at scragglebeard. 

“the wall’s warmer here.”

“think there’s something behind it, lt?” mohawk asks. 

lt. initials?

mohawk shoulders dry bones out of the way, pressing his full cheek to the panel and paws at the metal. you freeze, unsure if you’re breathing at this point.

“think it’s residual heat from wiring.'' mohawk finally concludes, pulling away with a shrug. ‘lt’ looks unconvinced, and scragglebeard itches at his namesake.

“it’s gettin’ late. let’s bed down, look again in the morning.”

“you’re not worried someone’s watching us, sir?”

sir? ooh, is it like that? kinky.

“no. if they are, they know we’re armed and in good health. ‘sides. we’re going to cover them.”

your mouth dries. no. no. no. no. fuck, your one advantage. 

the men file out, and lt leaves last. he fishes a strip of cloth from a pocket and stuffs it around the camera’s base, obscuring its view.

“gonna find ya.” he mutters.

one by one, they cover the cameras they’ve found, leaving you with only three. thank you, austrian freakshow, for not skimping on surveillance. you still see the living room, a sliver of the kitchen, and the maintenance hall. it’s not much, but it’s enough to inspire a plan.

you watch the men turn in for the night. you’re not stupid, though. you wait an hour and a half until there’s no further movement, and the bunker’s dark. it’s now or never.

sneak out. grab food, water, and a kitchen knife. flee the bunker. easy.

if it’s still standing, your old one-bedroom rental is a short distance away. you’ll fortify it, then work on luring the rats out of your nest.

tiptoeing past the bedrooms, at least two of the men saw logs. ugh. didn’t miss that in the apocalypse. 

in the kitchen, you gather supplies. tins of tuna, soup, and vienna sausages. the last potatoes. some protein bars. a reusable water bottle. salt and pepper. (spices and seasonings are on the top of your scavenging list.)

satisfied, you tie the corners of your makeshift bindle together and turn to head to the entrance point when your eyes drift over a small shape in the dark. there, atop a side table in the adjoining living room, is a handgun.

in theory, you know how to use it. you logged a good thousand hours on goldeneye 007 as a kid. loads more effective than the paring knife in your hand.

you creep toward it, eyes widening and heart racing. could use on the interlopers while they sleep. but how would you get their bodies out of the bunker? you don’t want to training montage until your muscles swell, not with their corpses doing the same thing in the spare bedroom.

no. much more useful out there. you reach for it.

and somebody reaches for you.

a hand closes around your forearm, squeezing hard to force you to drop the knife, and another wraps around your head, hand clamping over your mouth before you can cry mon dieu. 

the wrapped cans clatter and smash to the ground in the struggle. a deep voice, harsh in your ear and tinged with insufferable smugness, whispers. 

“told ya i was gonna find ya.”

[detectivehole]

i have a phobia of caves. i call it a phobia because the fear is inexplicable, unavoidable, and strong, but i can actually power through it. maybe phobia isn't the right word but it's what i have. anyway- this is good, because i love the idea of caves, and i think many of them are marvels of nature. i like to experience the occasional cave. i also like that they're generally dimly lit, because inside of a cave i look absolutely Wired as Fuck and i don't need anyone asking me if i'm ok

[haljordns]

You don’t actually have to share the ‘bad’ parts of your regression btw. It’s okay to create a space to appreciate the good parts of your regression without dishing out your trauma to strangers on the internet.

[cocoabuttavasa]

while we evolve and bloom, our hair gets greyer in colour, our conversations increasingly become more conscious and liberating for our souls and our love continues to flourish and get wiser. imagine. 🪻

21/03/2024

[gottaarc]

It's so funny being into both twst and tdb because the tdb tag is full of new theories/angst/headcanons and the twst tag is full of people losing their shit over the new jade and floyd cards

[equalonline]

How To Use EQUAL Recliner With Cushion

EQUAL Multi Position Folding Compact Steel Recliner Chair with Cushion for Beach, Garden, Outdoor & Picnic

Product Specifications:

Product Dimensions - Opening size: 163(L)*59(W)*66(H)CM, Folded size: 90(L)*15(W)*58(H)CM. Support Weight Capacity Up to 150kg.

Build Quality - Made Of a durable Reinforced Steel frame and 600D Twill Oxford fabric, just watch as this lounger becomes a functional part of your daily life.

Comes Equipped with a cushion cover, comfortable pillow, and armrest to support your neck and arm to give you a more comfortable feeling. NO ASSEMBLY REQUIRED!

[padawansuggest]

Hot tip that I just realized I do when I’m in my yearly MRI but some of you might not know to do.

Them fuckers is LOUD. So fucking loud. They will give you a pair of ‘headphones’ that aren’t electric or metal, but connected to the other room through a plastic tube that they can send both music or their voice through to ask you to stop moving or warn you about things.

This means that you will not be raw dogging that evil sound and if a tech ever tries to make you (tho idk if that’s even possible cause the headphones also serve to hold your head into place in the cage) then kick them in the gnads and run away. That can do some SEVERE damage to your ears and hearing!!!!

So what they do is pump music through the headphones, they’ll typically ask you what you wanna listen to. I go for classic because I’m already stressing over holding still lmao, and it’s not exciting but I find it soothing, ask for what you find most soothing.

Here’s the tip: don’t ask for loud music to cover up the machines. You will literally be doing twice the damage to your ears. Ask for the music to play fairly low. Even if you can still hear the machine, which you will, if you focus on that music your brain will try and filter out the machine sounds to the point where you’re doing less damage to your ears, are less likely to come out with a migraine, and also be more relaxed because your brain is taking the effort to focus on the music, and will relax your body as a response.

Also get a knee pillow. Trust me if you’re gonna be in that tube for an hour, you need something under your knees if you don’t want a backache.

[unidentifiedprimate]

I just really like how much Weyoun self-soothes. Everyone has some self-soothing behavior they do occasionally, and some people do it more than others. Weyoun does it in literally EVERY scene he's in, and I find that fascinating.

He presents himself as confident, light, unflappably optimistic... but if you watch his hands you can see the anxiety he hides.

In a tense moment, he'll have the biggest smile:

but behind his back:

He doesn't let himself touch his face or bounce his legs. That would be too obvious. But he can't stop himself from holding his own hands, squeezing them, stroking them... little things to give himself comfort.

Crossed arms or one arm across the chest can be an inconspicuous self hug. Good for moments when you're dealing with stressful people.

Your God is displeased with you? No one else is going to comfort you.

And that's the thing, really. No one else ever comforts him, or any Vorta. They are lab-grown servants. They live as attendants to their Gods, or diplomats among other species. They don't get to have actual friends, or partners, or family.

Vorta are barely ever touched from the moment they are activated. So of course they are going to rely on themselves to fulfill that need. Of course Weyoun is constantly self-soothing. It's all he has.

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Final note: please watch both Weyoun and Damar make subconscious fists when they talk to each other.

They hate each other so much.

[silusvesuius]

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[fulminatoin]

[dennisboobs]

squeezy

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

so. The Lights Out AU. Those that are asleep? Where on earth are they? Like where the heck is Eddie? Laying in some puddle somewhere? in a bed? Is Frank looking after him until he wakes up?

they were originally in their houses, but after a ah... incident, Wally moved them into storage room off-set. it's a bit small so they're a little crammed in there with other Props and shelves and boxes and such, but it's not like any of them are awake to mind it. Walls regularly checks on them (usually along with removing them for one of Sally's plays) and makes sure to keep the door shut tight

[equalonline]

EQUAL Steel Portable and Convertible Folding Lounge Recliner Chair Cum Bed (Black)

Product Dimensions (Open Size): Length (185 cm), Width (54 cm), Height (42 cm); Folded Size: Length (97 cm), Width (67 cm), Height (22 cm) And 7 Gears Adjustable Back.

Primary Material: The frame Structure is made of a Reinforced Steel Pipe of 0.8 mm in thickness & the Fabric is made of 600 D Oxford cloth.

Color: Black; 37° Footrest/82° Back Fadeaway/180° Sleeping/360° Folding And Storage

Assembly Required: No assembly is required. The Product comes in foldable form and just requires unfolding. Product Load-Bearing 200kg.

Warranty of the Product is covered only against the Manufacturing defect or any damage during transportation