#= my Achilles heal

[sammakesart]

I have a bunch of sketches of the elven gods. I wanted to make pretty art of all of them, but I have so many WIPs as it is… decided to just share them as is. Here’s some of them.

[oncamelliastreet]

thinking about how i forgot how to do soh cah toa on my honors geometry final…fuck my school for making me take four years of math i’m DOOMED

[goosewizard]

thinking about tommys death and resurrection. thinking about dream, with no access to anything outside of what is in his cell. dream, bludgeoning tommys corpse and tearing apart skin and muscle to grab at his new tools. dream, with bone shards for scalpels and sewing needles, with tendon for string. tommy wasn’t using it right anyway. dream, who puts tommy back together piece by piece, just to destroy him again. and tommy, who is broken and made anew over and over, tommy, who paradoxically loses as much flesh as he gains, tommy, who is never whole but retains all the pieces, tommy, who’s cracks are not filled with gold but his own flesh, twisted and wrong, tommy, who’s broken and ugly, tommy, who walks with a limp now, tommy, whos bones never set right, tommy, who never fully left the prison, tommy, who is still sitting shiny and new on dreams countertop.

[catalisst]

[hyperiionvii]

little thing of my not a self insert at all soong-type android, archive

[soft-girl-musings]

hey if a cosmetic mask says "leave on for [x amount of time]" you should listen to it..... chemicals hurt :(

[labellefleur-sauvage]

could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???

I read the word ‘steamy’ and took that literally, so here’s a little drabble for you…

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After finishing a fierce private snowball fight between themselves, Nesta and Cassian continue their heated battle in the birchin.

Pairing: Nesta/Cassian

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.6K

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“That snowball grazed your wing and you know it!”

“It did not.”

“Yes, it did!” Nesta shot back. “ I can still see the snow on your wingtip.”

“It’s snowing out—of course there’s snow on my wings.”

“There’s a giant lump of snow right where my snowball—!”

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta,” Cassian interrupted, shoving his hands in his pockets and slowing his walk to an infuriatingly slow pace as Nesta fumed at his side. “Just admit that I, the General of the Night Court, one of the strongest Illyrian warriors to ever live, and a winner of … uh, several snowball fights—“

“And a giant, self-centered ass—“

“Beat you fair and square in our one-on-one,” Cassian ended, giving his mate a condescending grin while she grit her teeth.

Nesta stomped her way through the snow leading to the cabin, her face twisted in anger. Cassian swore he saw the snow falling around her head melt. “And I think you’re an arrogant cheater who can’t admit that his wife beat him in a snowball fight.”

“Hey now,” Cassian said, holding up his hands placatingly, “I’d have no problem admitting that my gorgeous and sexy Valkyrie wife bested me in a snowball fight.”

“Then why don’t you admit it?”

“Because I won.”

Nesta groaned and stalked ahead of him. Cassian laughed. When he’d asked Rhys weeks ago if he and Nesta could borrow the cabin in the mountains for some quality alone time—“For Nes and I to start making our own traditions,” he’d asked his brother, while Rhys only smirked and told him not to break anything—Cassian thought they’d spend the time lounging about with warm drinks, cuddling by the fire, or making dinner together. Normal things.

Instead, as soon as they arrived and dropped their bags by the bed, Nesta twirled on him.

“A snowball fight,” she’d demanded, her gray eyes bright. “Right now. I’m curious to see how good you really are, since you usually lose to your brothers every Solstice.”

Nesta had strutted out of the cabin without a backward glance and Cassian trailed along after her, unable to resist her challenge. What followed was a furious snowball fight that reminded him of battles from the war with Hybern: intense, exhausting and draining, but without any bloodshed.

Their relationship, especially the start, could be summed up the same way, Cassian thought, watching his mate climb back up the hill towards the cabin, her firm backside flexing with every step. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight, imagining what else they could do to pass the time together in the cabin.

Right before she reached the front door, Nesta turned and walked to the edge of the house. Cassian grinned; he was also planning on relaxing in the birchin, and knew Nesta wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

By the time he let himself into the birchin, warm steam had filled the room and heat smacked him in the face when he opened the door.

“Hurry up and get in, you’re letting out the warmth.”

Nesta was already naked and sitting on a bench, save for a small towel wrapped around her body. She watched Cassian with a bored look as he hurriedly undressed. An eyebrow twitched as he dropped his pants and reached for a towel.

“Are you always so excited after a fight?”

“Just when it’s with you,” Cassian replied automatically, sitting on the opposite bench facing Nesta, the thin towel around his hips doing little to conceal his erection.

“Well, I don’t fuck snowball fight cheaters,” she sneered, looking him up and down.

“What about snowball fight winners?”

“I wouldn’t know, since you didn’t win.”

“Get over it, sweetheart,” Cassian grinned, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “Our inaugural snowball fight as a mated couple ended with me victorious and you the loser.”

Nesta’s eyes briefly traveled to the wide expanse of his chest before she returned her cool gaze to his. “Must be a nice change for you to win for once. I can see why you lose to your brothers every year. You barely beat me.”

Cassian clenched his jaw. “Needed to pull my punches, so to speak, to make things competitive with you.”

Nesta snorted. “Don’t lie. I saw the sweat running down your face. You were throwing snowballs like your life depended on it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re just a sore loser. You can never admit when I’m better than you at something—which is all the time, in case you forgot.”

She scoffed. “Name one thing—“

“I beat you in boxing that one time we spared. I swept you three times, and you barely made me stumble.”

“You’re a giant and have more than a hundred pounds on me,” Nesta said, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.

“Or that one time I beat you at solving those Solstice riddles Feyre came up with.”

“You only won because you had Gywn as a partner. You were a bottle of wine in and couldn’t even spell your own name.”

“I’m better than you with a sword.”

“Is that what you call touching yourself now?”

Cassian couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped his mouth. The laugh turned into a groan as Nesta rose from the bench and stood in between his spread legs.

“Thought you didn’t fuck snowball fight cheaters?”

“Admit you lied and I wouldn’t be,” she replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. He groaned, his hands automatically gripping her thighs.

“Fuck, Nes,” he sighed, reaching up to kiss her, but Nesta shied away.

“Well? Did that last snowball really clip your wing?”

“Nesta,” Cassian growled in warning as she swiveled her bare core over his cloth-covered cock, his head swimming with steam and heat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

“Answer me and we can continue.” She trailed a hand down between her breasts, lower and lower, skimming the fine hair between her legs. Cassian watched her hand, transfixed, as her fingers dipped between her thighs and he was hit with the sweet scent of her arousal, thicker than the steam surrounding them—

Nesta snapped the fingers that had grazed her cunt in front of his face. “Well?”

“Fine!” he snapped. “Your snowball hit me!”

“And…?” Her nimble hands worked at the knot on his towel and unwrapped it, freeing his aching cock.

“You beat me, you won, whatever you want!” He reached for her again but she batted his hand away.

“I knew it! Admit it—I’m the winner!”

He snarled. “Always have to have the last word, don’t you, Nes?”

“Yes,” she answered simply, and crushed her lips against his.

From there it was a different battle than their snowball fight: lips and teeth and tongues bit and stroked and soothed tender flesh. She caressed his cock, while Cassian groaned against Nesta’s plump lips when his hand dove between her legs and felt the wetness seeping from between her lower lips. Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her.

Nesta’s responding bite to his lower lip made his body throb like drums beating during battle. She panted against his lips as she rode his fingers. Growing impatient, with the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Cassian withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance. Nesta sank down without another word.

Cassian groaned at being enveloped within her warmth. Nesta raised up on her knees so only his cockhead was still nestled in her cunt, and he shivered slightly from the rush of air—colder than Nesta’s body, despite the steam—hitting his wet cock.

She took him to the hilt on the next stroke and set a steady pace of raising and lowering herself on his cock. “Isn’t this better than lying to say you won a snowball fight?” Nesta gloated, smirking down at him.

Growling, Cassian gripped her hips and lifted Nesta off his length. Ignoring her indignant shout, he positioned her so her knees were on the bench and her arms thrown over the back of the bench, her ass in the air. He spread her thighs apart and slid inside her in one thrust. “Isn’t getting fucked by your mate better than some dumb snowball fight?”

She didn’t answer, but based on the soft moans and pleas for more, he thought she agreed with him. Cassian fucked into her tight cunt, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life. Moisture dripped off their bodies; he could see water collecting in the strong curve of Nesta’s spine, and her knees occasionally slipped on the bench underneath them. She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down, instead gasping, “Harder!” when he readjusted his stance behind her.

Her ass bounced with every thrust inside her. He watched, transfixed, as one of Nesta’s arms reached between her legs and began stroking her bud, her fingers occasionally dragging along his cock until, with a strangled moan, she came, squeezing his cock so hard his release followed soon after.

Cassian wiped a hand down his face, unsure how much of the moisture was sweat or water. Bending over to kiss the back of Nesta’s neck, he slowly withdrew his cock from her body.

“I’ll have to lie and cheat at snowball fights more often if that’s the result.”

Nesta stood and stretched like a cat. Grabbing her towel, she walked towards the door, a corner of her mouth turned up. “Next time, just admit I beat you, so we can get straight to the good part.”

[mustlovewillgrahamsdogs]

just read the song of achilles

i knew the lore, I'VE STUDIED THE LORE, and still-

being flayed alive would be less painful than this

[johaerys-writes]

Do you have any Achilles pov writing from disasters you’d like to share? Like, what was going through his head the night he met Pat? Or anything from the Thetis months? Thank you 💙

I have to admit that I didn't really have something concrete (i.e. in writing) from Achilles' POV, only some random notes I had made for myself here and there. But you wanted to know what was going through Achilles' head when they met and I just couldn't resist. So here's my humble offering: Dawn, Reflected (it's up on AO3!)

[sungjinhos]

i watched gose and thank you seventeen for your service in mental health and human wellbeing your work truly helps the advance of society and human kind

[simgerale]

📩Random simblr question of the day: What’s your favorite and least favorite thing about being apart of simblr?

favorite: except for the few, everyone is super kind and sweet and supportive. we’re all creatives boosting each other up and enjoying each other’s stories, which is awesome!!! everyone is inspiring

least favorite: it’s become almost like an addiction to check my dash. whatever platform this was on, i’m sure it would be the same. i’ve deleted all social media so this is as close as it gets for me, but my goal was to care less about other people and focus more on me and my life. simblr isn’t necessarily a place where I compare myself to others, but I want to keep up with everyone so it fills the same hole. I mean my first instinct is to check tumblr when I get on my phone. which is bad lol.

[allpromarlo]

rodgers coming back less than 3 months after tearing his achilles to play 4 games on a non-playoff team behind an o-line that couldn't stop a child from taking candy. what are we doing here man

[jrueships]

that popular girl u just graduated highschool with, who got immediately impregnated by some man who works at a trucking company, posting her soon-to-transition into Facebook Instagram photos of her family of 10 meanwhile ure sitting eating noodles somewhere

[fionafigs]

all of this to end up a reply guy in this bitches dms who doesn’t know i exist

[madlori]

My ankle journey

I am sharing this with all you good people on the dash because I am so fucking mad it took so long for me to learn it and if I can spare one (1) person the agony it will be worth it.

So for like...oh, 8 or 9 months, I've been struggling with pain/inflammation/tendinitis in my left Achilles tendon. I don't know what caused it. It just started up (welcome to middle age, this shit happens). It wasn't severe enough to be debilitating, but it was annoying and limiting. It was also intermittent, in that some days it would be very painful and other days hardly at all. The kind of shoe I was wearing affected it a lot.

Now, I have bone spurs on both heels (it's just a thing that happens as you get older sometimes). I'm also aware that heel pain is usually the result of tight calf muscles that pull and irritate the tendon. I tried stretching that calf muscle. You know the stretch, this bitch right here:

I did it all the time. I also iced the ankle after walking for awhile, hoping to avoid inflammation. Results were...unsatisfying.

I went to:

A chiropractor

A podiatrist

A physical therapist

A bodywork coach

They all gave me some variation on the "strengthen your calf muscle, stretch your calf muscle" advice. I continued doing this without results.

I was getting frustrated, and a little afraid that this was just my life now. Finally, I thought...maybe some targeted massage might help. I asked for rec on a local FB site and was pointed to a woman who specializes in therapeutic massage including cupping, etc.

I went to her a week ago.

She spent over half our first session working on my left lower leg. Within about 10 minutes of making my eyes water, she uttered the sentence I did not know I had been waiting to hear:

"Oh, it's your soleus."

Excuse me, what?

"It's your soleus that's the culprit. It's all tied up and stiff." She started digging into it and I felt literal sparks run up my leg as she released adhesions and got the muscle moving a little. When she finally put the leg down, it felt like it was on fire with all the blood rushing into it.

She said, "You'll need to stretch your soleus. It'll clear up, but it'll take a bit of time - tendons take ages to heal."

But I HAVE been stretching.

"No, you haven't. The usual straight-leg calf stretch only stretches the gastrocnemius, that's the big belly muscle in your calf. That's not your problem. That stretch doesn't stretch the soleus. Don't worry, I'll show you how to stretch it."

My mind is spinning.

So here are the muscles in question:

The gastroc (as the pros call it) just attaches down the back but the soleus runs underneath it from the knee around the side to the heel. The lower part above the ankle is where it typically gets tight and forms adhesions.

To stretch it, you do the same calf thing where you put your foot back and press your heel to the ground, but you have to do it with your KNEE BENT:

The bent knee keeps the gastroc from engaging. It's one of those selfish muscles (like traps) - if you give it an inch, it'll just take over and prevent other muscles from working or stretching. There are other ways to stretch the soleus but this is the easiest and you can literally do it anywhere. I've been doing it while standing and waiting for things (the elevator to come, the toast to toast). You just put the heel back and bend the knee. It's kind of like curtseying.

The minute I did this stretch, I could FEEL where it was pulling on my tendon. I knew that THIS had been the problem.

The massage therapist also told me to stop icing my heel. She said icing is for an acute injury, but a more chronic aggravation needs heat, to increase blood flow for healing. She recommended elevation with heat every day (I've been doing it in bed during "phone before bed" time).

I have been doing the soleus stretch at least half a dozen times a day for almost a week, and the ankle is at least 70% better. It is still a little tight and tender, but the improvement is significant. I think a few more weeks will have it feeling normal.

I am...blown away by this. This massage therapist was able to pinpoint an issue in only a few minutes that eluded all the other professionals I saw. I can't wait to go back to her and have her solve all my other problems, tbh.

[flowerkidlove]

[ID: a drawing of a small, bipedal white dog with black, floppy ears, and red, round cheeks. the dog has their back to a small, flower with pale yellow petals and looking at a large flower, also with pale yellow petals, towering over the little dog. there are two darker yellow sparkles around the large flower. words below the scene read "I never knew going through something so terrible would get me to something so wonderful" /end ID]