#Achilles heel interview

[miriam-heddy]

FFS, People. Achilles himself didn’t get this much grief.

Now me? I’m the first to say I hate the males/females thing. And I do see it as a potential red flag. But I also know that commonplace in some communities. And it means different things to different people.

Sapphire, the host/interviewer of Achilles Heel had an agenda behind her questions, and a clear audience in mind in asking them. (“Welcome to The Achilles HEEL, a podcast meant to open up the eyes of modernized women and a selfish mentality.”) She steered the interview. Hard. That’s not very clear from people’s summaries.

Some seem confused by “thorn in your flesh.” It’s true that most people now say, “thorn in my side.” Both are correct and reference different New Testament quotes. I’m Jewish and know how to Google. And no, it’s not a cult. FFS, that’s offensive and ignorant.

Civilizations built on a man’s love? A common idea, alongside civilizations torn apart by a man’s love. See: Helen of Troy.

Yes, Ryan talks about peace in the home. One might speculate that there was agita in his house prior to the divorce. Ryan also talks several times about men and women fixing themselves and not depending on the other to do that. That’s therapy talk. Fighting with kids in the house isn’t good. Note: He doesn’t say, “bring me my slippers and pipe.” Though if you read the crit from Tommy fans, you might think so.

He’s talking about men & women when they’re at home. Not advocating women not working. He tells Sapphire what his ex does and expresses admiration for her. He works alongside and for successful women.

There’s no surprise he’s been in therapy. Again, fuck off with that “idk if it worked.”

This should go without saying, but Ryan is not responsible for Sapphire’s prejudices.

He notes that men try to fix things. I’d say men are socialized to try to fix things. Men are rewarded for fixing things, not for listening. Kudos to Ryan for bucking that in favor of listening. And kudos to him for not trying to speak for or about all women.

I could go on. But I’m disgusted by the self-serving, ass-kissing Tevan attacks on Ryan.

ETA: You can see the whole interview here. I recommend turning on captions. And take note of how Sapphire “pick me” steers things with “men should/women should) and how Ryan responds mostly with “I…” statements. Oh, and there’s a long interview she did, which is kind of interesting.: [ https://youtu.be/SEEPLAbyRiQ?si=aa918G8-lAYd_o_y ]

ETA: On the use of “females” https://www.tumblr.com/miriam-heddy/770253708666830848/females-girls-ladies-chicks-and-women

ETA: https://youtu.be/i7Q8E_Cedx0?si=ZIq-tHcZ0g-wdvtr

[brickbozo]

[gay-dorito-dust]

Based off of an interview where Fred said that Geta and Caracalla just have a need to be held/ be shown affection

Geta likes to think he’s above such tender touches but the moment you caress his cheeks with your fingers before cupping them between your palms, warm and comforting.

He melts and he clings onto this touch for the rest of his life. He’s chasing after it even when your pulling away, his hands tightly grip your wrists but not tight enough to hurt, as he brought your hands back to his cheeks, and lets out a sigh of relief as he closes his eyes to memorise the feel of your skin against his.

This man might as well be rubbing his cheeks against your hands, so much that you’d think he would soon purr like a cat after a while.

Seriously this man will try to fight against the feeling of laying his head on your chest just to listen to your heartbeat, gripping onto the fabric of your bed wear as though you would fade between his fingertips. Geta hates and despises being weak but you’re both alone in your chambers, there was no need to put on for an audience that is now long asleep in their beds.

An emperor is not meant to look weak, to look as though he had an Achilles heel, he was meant to come across as a man closer to the gods then the people he ruled over; a man who’s entire clothing was to make him look like he was on the ascent to godhood. And an emperor certainly shouldn’t be seen laying within the arms of his beloved, silent tears streaming down his face as he realises just how deprived of touch he really was that he’s crumbling the second he’s given it.

Due to his illness the reaction he has towards being held can change within the span of a second.

He could be melting in your hand, then the next he’s biting it with the intention of making you bleed. Caracalla could even be the one to initiate the touch first before suddenly your back is littered is bloodied scratches, before he’s back to cuddling up to you, metaphorically licking your wounds with he looked at you with eyes full of happiness yet uttermost chaos simultaneously.

His illness confuses your tender touches for something much more sinister, so it’s best not to hold and or touch him while he was going through one of those moments where his illness got the better of him, not unless it’s to stop him from causing harm to you or unto himself in the process.

Touch was something Caracalla wanted more then anything, so when he got it he was far more obsessive over it, wanting no one else to experience your touch but himself and if anyone did they would be dealt with bloody and swiftly.

Yet once he is calm and his face is buried deep again your chest, poetically moulding himself into you so that you’d be pretty much cradling his body against yours. His breathing was even and he was a peace for the first time that night as you ran your hand through his hair and down his back, watching over him so that his rest would remain undisturbed by any means necessary. It was the least he deservedx

[csuitebitches]

Things I Have to do for My Sanity

1. Wake up at the first alarm - no snoozing and no going lying around in bed. Getting up straight away and head to the bathroom. It’s going to suck initially but you’ll get used to it in a few days.

2. Mental self care: 30 minute meditation, brain games mental math, reading, news. Knowledge is sexy and don’t deny yourself sexiness.

3. Daily review in my diary at the beginning and end of my day: what went well, what didn’t, what I need to accomplish to achieve my goals. This has tremendously helped my goals and keeping my motivation more consistent, especially at work. Analysing and correcting incremental changes creates long term success.

4. Cleaning up before bed - clothes, shoes, organising my bag, etc. I set a timer for 5 minutes and try to get as much done as possible.

5. Pick out my clothes the night before and steam iron them for the next day.

6. Face masks twice a week, a hair mask once a week, I scrub the soles of my feet with that foot scrubbing thingy once a week. Manicures every month because my nail beds are too sensitive to do it biweekly, iron supplements so that I’m not a moody bitch. Matching underwear to feel good about myself. Lavender spray on my pillow before sleeping so that I don’t get weird dreams.

7. Reading biographies and autobiographies. My mentor had suggested this to me and it’s amazing how literally I don’t have a single original experience - everything I’ve felt or mistakes I’ve made have already been done by someone else.

I’m going to curate a list of business books that I feel that have helped me the most recently.

8. I write a short essay everyday in the language I’m currently learning. I also end my day by talking about my day for at least 2 minutes in that language and I record it in voice memos to keep a track of my progress. I want to be fluent to a level where I can think in this language.

✨

I don’t generally share a lot about my personal life - none of you know my name or where I’m based and I feel comfortable doing that. But I do want to start giving out more insights to what I’m doing personally in my career - the good, the bad, the ugly.

Being self aware and honest to myself has helped me improve a lot. I know that shame is my Achilles heel, so now I’m reading books to combat that. I’ve caved in and decided to try therapy for a bit to see if what I’m doing is useful or not. My first session is tomorrow. Staying disciplined was my initial hurdle but the systems I’ve set (waking up early + habit stacking) have helped me slowly overcome that.

Work side, I’ve started establishing myself publicly more. I don’t want to reveal too much about what I do exactly but the good news is that our biggest competitor has noticed my progress (a former employee of that company came to us for an interview and directly asked our top management about me). It’s been 4 months that I’ve been working here but I know that next year I really have to swing the bat and hit a home run. I’ve decided to work on the field more and less in the office to really understand people’s needs and create unique solutions.

The daily/weekly/quarterly diary is definitely credited to my recent wins. That’s the biggest change I’ve made in my routine and i can already see that it’s working well. I’m going to continue refining and implementing that method.

Recent work methods I’ve decided to start working on (I’m not required to do these but I do it for my growth):

1. I’ve started studying popular companies’ business and revenue models in detail. Everything is adoptable and adaptable, you just have to figure out how to tweak something for your company’s clients and needs. Now I’ve decided that I want to keep a track of our competitors, their business models, their owners names, pricing strategy, their target audience etc etc on an excel sheet so that I’m aware with what’s happening in the market. 

2. I’ve started making client profiles. Every time I meet a client, I note down their name, the company name, what they were like, anything specific they seemed to like or want, how much they had paid us for a service, what their paying capacity could be, etc. 

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Building & Revealing Characters

You’ve assembled a great deal of information about your characters: You can see them, you know what they’re thinking, and you know what they want.

But conveying this information to your reader is its own unique challenge.

Character-Building

Just as you can’t rely on mere exposition to explain what happened before your story, you can’t preface your story with an interview with your character.

Character is something you build throughout the course of your story.

Recall that major characters, like your protagonist, are ones that will change during the course of the story; who they are in the beginning is not who they’ll be in the end.

Revealing your Characters

That said, you’ll want to give the reader an impression of who the character is at the outset of the story.

Example: Fitzgerald uses the first-person narrator, Nick Carraway, to gradually reveal information about Gatsby; the reader learns more information about Gatsby as Nick learns about him.

You might use minor characters to reveal information about your character if you’re writing from a point-of-view that is not the protagonist.

Likeable

The protagonist must also be likeable (at least to an extent).

If your reader cannot identify with your character, cannot picture themselves in the character’s shoes, then they may not want to read on.

While fiction is plot-driven, the reader might not care about your plot unless they care about your protagonist.

Make the reader root for your character; we want them to succeed (most of the time) e.g., Gatsby.

Character Flaws

This doesn’t mean that your character should be perfect—quite the opposite, actually. We don’t want to read about perfect people; if a character is the most beautiful and talented person in the world, and if they have everything they want, there’s no story there.

Example: Every character in William Shakespeare’s plays has a “fatal flaw”: a personality flaw that will cause the character to fail, that Achilles’ heel that the antagonist will exploit.

When you are building your own characters, think about what sort of flaws they have. The flaw should make sense for the character — it should be related to their background/beliefs.

You can’t assign flaws arbitrarily—the flaw should arise from the circumstances of your character’s life, where they are, who they know, how they were raised and how they’ve been treated.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding

[thisisnotawebsitedotcom-com]

Computer Code: ALEX / ALEX HIRSCH / ALEXANDER ROBERT HIRSCH / HIRSCH

Nothing will be shown on the monitor.

You will be redirected to the search for "flannel".

According to the Gravity Falls Wiki, there is an incredibly rare chance to get two pictures and some text. Text and pictures from the Gravity Falls Wiki.

I don't fancy my chances to get it myself, so no screenshots (for now and probably always).

The text says:

FACT: ALEX HIRSCH DIED IN BURBANK IN 2016 CHOKING ON A PENCAP WHILE BEGINNING TO OUTLINE SEASON 3. NOT WANTING BAD PRESS, THE WALT DISNEY CORPORATION QUIETLY DISSOLVED HIS REMAINS IN A VAT OF TURPENTINE, ACETONE AND BENZINE, AND HAD THEIR IMAGINEERS REPLACE HIM WITH A LIFE-LIKE ANIMATRONIC REPLICA MADE FROM A REJECTED ABE LINCOLN FROM THE HALL OF PRESIDENTS. MANY WERE FOOLED, BUT THE SIGNS ARE OBVIOUS FOR THOSE WHO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM LATELY? HIS FLESH SAGS (BECAUSE ITS RUBBER), THERE ARE GREY HAIRS SHOWING (THESE ARE WIRES) AND HE LOOKS MORE VISIBLY TIRED THAN EVER BEFORE. (NEEDS RECHARGING.) THIS PHOTO WAS SNUCK OUT OF THE DISNEY VAULT BY AN UNNAMED CONTACT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD FACE DOWN IN THE WATER IN "ITS A SMALL WORLD." COINCIDENCE? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A COINCIDENCE! LOOK AT HIM IN INTERVIEWS POST 2016. WATCH HOW HE NERVOUSLY FIDGETS IN HIS SEAT AND WILL START TALKING TOO FAST WHEN THERE ARE TOO MANY LIGHTS ON HIM. WHAT COULD EXPLAIN THIS? ADHD? NO- THAT'S A MALFUNCTIONING HYDRAULIC TUBE IN HIS ACHILLES HEEL AND RPM SETTING THAT SPEEDS UP FROM OVERHEATING. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM AND A MAGNET IN THE SAME ROOM AT THE SAME TIME? EVER SEEN HIM GO THROUGH AIRPORT SECURITY OR SOLVE A CAPTCHA? WHAT ABOUT HIS BLINKING. HE'S BLINKING DECIPHERED IS MORSE CODE FOR: "BUY MULAN 2 ON BLU-RAY AND DISNEY DVD!" I KNOW THERE WILL BE SOME WHO DOUBT ME, BUT IVE SEEN A FILE OF HIS SOURCE CODE, AND IT SAYS HE IS DUE FOR MAINTENANCE UPDATE IN DECEMBER 15TH 2024 AT EXACTLY 11:13 AM. SEE WHAT HAPPENS THEN. AND WHEN YOU DO, EMAIL ME AT MICKEYLEAK11111@GMAIL.COM. THE TRUTH MUST BE KNOWN.

[the-empress-7]

a rant for rants sake

I know I get upset about the Harkles, but the truth is I only have myself to blame. I choose to live in this niche royal bubble, which means I am the one inviting them into my life every day. They don't need to find me, because I beat them to it every single time.

The undeniable truth is that the minute I step out of this bubble, the Harkles cease to exist. I'd have to be a religious follower of People Magazine specifically for news about them to find me.

Even today, the news of their royal tour and TV interview didn't make even the slightest ripple in our gargantuan news media landscape, not in even in the entertainment section. They will go unnoticed come Sunday as well.

America doesn't need the likes of Harry and Meghan, not even by the greatest stretch of anyone's imagination. Hello we are the land of Simone Biles, Katie Ledecky, LeBron James, Sunisa Lee, the list goes on and on...

Anyway I have no idea where this rant was going. I guess my point is that as irrelevant as the Harkles are, they still have the ability to piss me off to no end, because liars and cheaters have always been my Achilles heel. Yet here I am enabling them but continuing to talk about them.

[blueiight]

[Jacob Anderson] on the interview dynamic between Louis, Daniel, and Armand:

[Claudia] is Louis' Achilles heel. Louis can talk about Lestat, and he can feel this complex range of love and hate and regret and excitement, and those things can also be contained. But I think with Claudia, it's quite volatile, because the wounds are still open, even after all this time. For Daniel to start talking about Claudia, and to visit Louis with that, without Louis being able to prepare it beforehand, that sets up a really fun dynamic where Louis can be on top of Daniel and can throw things back at him, but Daniel can very easily be like, 'Claudia was unhappy and it was your fault.' And that could shatter him. That could immediately take him out. So it was really fun to play those little moments where a scene would just completely switch. I think they're constantly pinning each other, and then to have Armand — I think quite often, he's sort of silently watching, and figuring out when the right time to comment or speak is, to either save Louis or save himself.

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[miriam-heddy]

So I watched what I think is the whole “Achilles Heel” podcast with Ryan Guzman. I’m assuming that what people are taking about?

But I don’t see a cause for wank. Nothing struck me in it as a reason to dislike the man. He seems genuinely sweet. (And not as conservative about gender roles as his interviewer, but he’s polite about that.)

Did I miss something?

[ikjun]

i am bemoaning the length of the dongjae spin-off because i think it is very well done. the case is constructed in a way that it’s not boring, you just have to pay attention to everything said and shown because it is all relevant to solving it, and to the overall plot, duh, in a manner that’s very stranger-esque. dongjae being able to make a breakthrough due to a minor interaction in one of the first episodes is so the si-mok playbook that i couldn’t not love it and similarities between his team-up with police officer hyun-woo is also a nice callback. but the show is still distinctly dong-jae in tone and feel, he’s sometimes the butt of the joke but he also gets to succeed and win - we actually see him be good and sufficient at his work, which would explain why someone like him got to stay in his line of work for twenty years.

in that vein it is also great to see them put so many callbacks to his time as a character (third lead !!) in stranger into this show, which rewards longtime fans a lot. his relationship to won-cheol, showing how much medication he’s got prescribed after the events he went through, using his malpractice case from s1 as a hung-up and roadblock for him in the prosecution, and how scared he was when the internal investigator in ep7 said he’d want to interview si-mok as a witness and how dong-jae was vehemently against it right away. it makes sense to the audience that knows him while keeping first-time watchers curious what the deal with that and dong-jae is exactly.

then there is nam wan-seong as a villain. he only works as one because dong-jae is the main character. someone like si-mok wouldn’t give a man like ceo nam or his family the time of day, any temper tantrum would fly right over his head or go past him while he’d solve the case and prosecute him. but nam wan-seong can push every one of dong-jae’s buttons and so does the involvement of his son at the beginning of the case. dong-jae has two achilles heels: his opportunism and his investment in cases involving teenagers and kids. he loathes child-bullying and teenage delinquents, he doesn’t want to see teenagers (teenage boys specifically) go down this path because, for whatever reason, he is affected by that as a father himself. so he can’t let sleeping dogs lie in that regard and nam gyeo-re is the perfect segue way for him to start an investigation and that leads to him clashing more with ceo nam. ceo nam, who bribed dong-jae when it was still en vogue for dong-jae to indulge in that, and who knows how to play someone who is pliable. he’s the type of man dong-jae has to rise against because he is everything dong-jae was and somewhat is somewhere still inside of him, so to win against him also signals a character progression for dong-jae, which would also be signified in such a big case possibly getting him back to seoul.

it’s fun, even bordering on downright hilarious (the inner monologues, the soundtrack!, the physical comedy of dong-jae being dong-jae), it’s engaging and thrilling, it’s a cat and mouse game, a procedural, and more than anything it feels like a victory lap dedicated to the fans of a franchise who gave their time and energy to this character over and over again, honouring the original writing of the show as well as lee joon-hyuk’s best and most signature role. that’s our dong-jae indeed, and our show (and i wish it got the sixteen episode order to carry it home.)

[chaossmith2]

“Tell me about a time you helped a customer with [specific scenario]!” Is my achilles heel interview question because I will always—without fail— wipe my memory clean of every customer interaction I had during a shift the literal millisecond I clock off in order to keep my sanity in tact and have in fact been doing this since my very first job at the ripe age of seventeen

[lesbianwriter64]

Queer Interpretation of Red (the album): State Of Grace

Disclaimer: Death of the author because the old Taylor is dead anyway, so I can make up whatever I want about this song because people are allowed to have different interpretations of a piece of work and also I really want to.

To me, State Of Grace is the ultimate song about a love for a woman that makes you realize you’re queer. It’s a risky love, unaccepted by the public, but one that changes the narrator completely, that makes her realize who she is and who she truly desires.

Throughout the song, we see how this love was not only a surprise to the narrator, it changed the narrator, made her come to terms with something. “I never saw you coming, and I’ll never be the same”, “We are alone with our changing minds”. As a young person, she’s in the midst of “busy streets and busy lives”, knowing only relationships that are “touch and go” until something new stops her in her tracks. When the narrator encounters a woman who makes her realize she’s queer, it causes her to re-evaluate who she is and how she approaches relationships..

Her and her lover are on a redemptive journey together to erase the mistakes of the past, “We are alone just you and me, up in your room and our slates are clean,”, “I’ve loved in shades of wrong.” The second one especially sticks out to me because of an interview from the Speak Now era when Taylor said that every past love that isn’t the one is “a shade of wrong”. The cause of the shades of wrong isn’t the narrator’s fault, it’s the fact that she was dating the wrong people: men.

The love in this song is risky, too, and not accepted by society. The narrator and her muse are alone together in this, but “this love is brave and wild”, and “this is the worthwhile fight”. Being in a queer relationship is inherently a fight, is inherently dangerous. Her muse is her “achilles heel”, but she’s willing to brave the dangers because now that she’s discovered real love, she’ll fight for it.

The title, “State Of Grace”, refers to the concept in Christian theology of being free from mortal sin. Queerness is often referred to as a mortal sin by modern christians, and this is the narrator's way of pushing back against those who judge her relationship. The narrator asserts that in actuality, the love is redemptive, “our slates are clean”, and that the love was ordained by God, “these are the hands of fate, you’re my achilles heel” to persevere in the face of hardship. Their love is “the golden age of something good and right and real”.

To expand on “golden” love, this idea is used more in Taylor’s discography to describe real love, “I once thought love would be black and white, but it’s golden”. This relationship is about the narrator discovering what real love is, as opposed to the colorless imitations from her past. The love is her being true to who she is, without fear, without giving into the judgments of others. Love, real love, is golden.

…but that’s just my interpretation. Death of the author and all that. If you guys liked this… let me know? I love nice comments and reblogs (no pressure). I also kind of want to make this a series based off songs on red (I have SO much to say on this lol). Let me know if I should!

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

This can also pop up but it has a rare chance of appearing:

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Transcript:

"FACT: ALEX HISCH DIED IN BURBANK IN 2016 CHOKING ON A PENCAP WHILE BEGINNING TO OUTLINE SEASON 3. NOT WANTING BAD PRESS, THE WALT DISNEY CORPORATION QUIETLY DISSOLVED HIS REMAINS IN A VAT OF TURPENTINE, ACETONE AND BENZINE, AND HAD THEIR IMAGINEERS REPLACE HIM WITH A LIFE-LIKE ANIMATRONIC REPLICA MADE FROM A REJECTED ABE LINCOLN FROM THE HALL OF PRESIDENTS. MANY WERE FOOLED, BUT THE SIGNS ARE OBVIOUS FOR THOSE WHO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM LATELY? HIS FLESH SAGS (BECAUSE ITS RUBBER), THERE ARE GREY HAIRS SHOWING (THESE ARE WIRES) AND HE LOOKS MORE VISIBLY TIRED THAN EVER BEFORE. (NEEDS RECHARGING.) THIS PHOTO WAS SNUCK OUT OF THE DISNEY VAULT BY AN UNNAMED CONTACT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD FACE DOWN IN THE WATER IN "ITS A SMALL WORLD." COINCIDENCE? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A COINCIDENCE! (full text taken from this google doc)

LOOK AT HIM IN INTERVIEWS POST 2016. WATCH HOW HE NERVOUSLY FIDGETS IN HIS SEAT AND WILL START TALKING TOO FAST WHEN THERE ARE TOO MANY LIGHTS ON HIM. WHAT COULD EXPLAIN THIS? ADHD? NO- THAT'S A MALFUNCTIONING HYDRAULIC TUBE IN HIS ACHILLES HEEL AND RPM SETTING THAT SPEEDS UP FROM OVERHEATING. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM AND A MAGNET IN THE SAME ROOM AT THE SAME TIME? EVER SEEN HIM GO THROUGH AIRPORT SECURITY OR SOLVE A CAPTCHA? WHAT ABOUT HIS BLINKING. HE'S BLINKING DECIPHERED IS MORSE CODE FOR: "BUY MULAN 2 ON BLU-RAY AND DISNEY DVD!" I KNOW THERE WILL BE SOME WHO DOUBT ME, BUT IVE SEEN A FILE OF HIS SOURCE CODE, AND IT SAYS HE IS DUE FOR MAINTENANCE UPDATE IN DECEMBER 15TH 2024 AT EXACTLY 11:13 AM. SEE WHAT HAPPENS THEN. AND WHEN YOU DO, EMAIL ME AT MICKEYLEAK11111@GMAIL.COM. THE TRUTH MUST BE KNOWN.

-ANONYMOUS"

It's unclear if the email that appears here is linked to all of this or not

[royalsofhistory]

Empress Elisabeth of Austria and her Corfiot palace through the eyes of the Greek royals.

Greece was destined to offer the Empress Elisabeth the hospitality of its soil. She chose Greece as the country where she would hide herself and her sorrow. At Corfu she bought a site of ground from an old Corfiote Statesman called Braïla, and on it she built the Palace which she called "Achilleion", after her hero Achilles, whose statue was in the middle of the top garden terrace, and represented him at the hour of his death, drawing the arrow out of his heel. When in Corfu, it was understood, she was to be strictly incognito, and her wishes were always respected. One day, suddenly, when we least expected it, she arrived at Athens, having travelled by the ordinary steamer, and called at the Palace accompanied by a lady -in-waiting. She asked the porter whether she could see the King and Queen. On the porter's inquiring who she was, she replied she was "the Empress of Austria." Whereupon we were brought down to verify that statement . It seemed impossible╴but it was the Empress of Austria! Needless to say she obtained her interview, and after half an hour's conversation she took her departure, insisting that her visit should not be returned by my parents. As she was anxious to study Greek culture, she decided to learn modern Greek, and applied herself to the task with great energy and perseverance. She engaged a tutor for Greek conversation. Her first was Dr. Christomanos, an author and poet, who wrote a charming life of the Empress, which was translated into several languages. Her last was Count A. Mercati, who afterwards became Master of King Constantine's household. Accompanied by her tutor, the Empress used to go off on a five or six hours' walk, all over the island; and even for the picturesque ceremony of combing and brushing her hair the tutor had to be present, talking Greek to her all the time. She learnt to speak Greek quite faultlessly. In the arrangement of her house the Empress took great pride, setting up the statues of all her new "Gods"; Sophocles, Euripides, Plato and Aristotle. She also had a statue of Heine, the poet, erected in a shrine. When the Kaiser bought the Achilleion, he at once banished Heine, and raised Achilles from his recumbent position into a standing War Lord, with gilded helmet and shield, so that the first sight of Achilleion should be his glittering helmet. It is a pity that the Empress tried to improve the natural beauty of the spot. Her lack of taste, I may even ungraciously say her eccentricities, were almost an eyesore. There was a grotto of artificial rock and mirrors, destined as a home for monkeys, who luckily never came to inhabit it. Though the island abounded in oranges, she sent to Italy for her fruit. The view from the terrace over all the plain of Corfu, with its olive groves groups cypresses on one side and the sea and the mountains of Albania on the other one of the most exquisite I have ever seen.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Nicholas of Greece and Denmark, My fifty years, 1926.

I was a child when the Empress came to Athens and saw her only once or twice, but I remember her more vividly than many people I knew far better. I imagine it was the same with everyone who came in contact with her. Her brilliant, beautiful and restless personality left an indelible impression. She was so enchanted with Greece that she decided to build a villa in Corfu. The site she chose could not have been more beautiful, about twelve miles outside the town, set on a high hill overlooking the sea on one side and a chain of mountains on the other. But she was too impatient even to look at the plans and gave the architect carte blanche. So instead of the simple cottage she had intended he erected an orate and hideous palace lavishly adorned with frescoes, statues and bronzes of every description. This atrocity cost the Austrian Govemment twelve million crowns, I believe. The Empress's life was dominated by the fear of losing her beauty. As she grew older it became an obsession. Hours were spent every moring brushing the glotious brown hair that she wore gathered into two great plaits coiled around her head. This hair-brushing was a matter of solemn ritual. Any hairs that fell out during the process were carefully collected and presented to the Empress on a silver salver. If their number proved to be too many the entire day was blackened to her. Once a captain of a Russian gunboat reported that he had seen a yacht coming into the Piraus harbour with a woman seated on the deck whose mass of hair reached down to the ground while two attendants stood behind her brushing it. " That could only be the Empress of Austria." said my father, when he heard the story. Later in the day a carriage drove up to the Palace and a mysterious visitor was announced, a lady who refused to give her name. It was, as we expected, the Empress Elizabeth. She insisted on preserving a strict incognito while she was in Greece, although it seemed rather unnecessary, since everyone knew who she was. She detested nothing so much as being photographed, or even looked at for that matter, and always carried a large fan with her on her walks, so that she could unfurl it and hide her face from the passers-by. The Empress was a fine woman in many respects, far finer, I think, than most of her biogtaphers have represented her. Intelligent, intuitive, sensitive, she had all the qualities to make a great empress. But she was tragically lacking in a sense of proportion. Even in the small issues of everyday life she had no idea of modera-tion. She could not take anything up without making it a mania. While she was in Corfu she set herself to learn Greek, although she had gone there to rest. Now Greek is a complicated language and its study is hardly to be recommended as a restful pursuit. The Empress certainly did not regard it as such either for herself or any one else, for she wore out her two teachers, Count Mercati and Mr. Christomanos. Every day she walked ten or twelve miles with one or the other, talking Greek all the way and, even during the hair-brushing ceremony, one of them was always present reading to her. Her figure became another obsession with her. Although she was exaggeratedly slender when she came to Greece (she weighed, I believe, only seven stones) no Hollywood film star could have followed out a more Spartan regime. Her constant dieting made her irritable and depressed. Even when she lunched with my mother and father she would often eat nothing but a salad and some fruit, and she would start off immediately afterwards on one of her exhausting walks, skimming over the ground like a restless, beautiful wraith.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Christopher of Greece and Denmark, 1938.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse Party 3

Getting the Scoop!

To the public eye of many from Satan city to South City, Lois Cho was a renowned reporter noted for his feisty go-getter attitude and the lengths she went through to get the major scoops. As well as her stunning good looks and her fit toned body which was the source and cause of many a wet dreams for hot blooded man which kickstarted many in their puberty. What they didn’t know was that she was in fact a spy for a network of a secret ninja clan, yes I’m not making this shit up, you think I could? But long story short, unknown to the common folk, this daredevil newshound was a femme fatale kunoichi whose skills were matched only by her sensual thirst and desire.

And right now this enigma of a bombshell currently had a task to carry out in determine the identity of the mysterious Great Saiyaman though why the clan thought the costumed clown was worth the notice and hassle was beyond her. But a job was a job and right now she was following a potential lead investigating someone who may perhaps known the rather cheesey superhero personally, a local Satan City PD officer by the name of Krillin…Sanchez? A peculiar name to say the least but given the appearance of this guy it seemed to fit, though she had to say he was rather cute in a way, dare she say handsome? But it was a simple matter of infiltrating his home under the guise and pretence of looking to personally interview him for a possible article on individuals improving the reputation and prestige of the public image on law enforcement.

Now Lois certainly thought she was a slick sort of smooth operator, that she she had the runty 5-0 in the palm of her hands as she made use of her natural feminine wiles and charms to get under his skin. It certainly helped she applied some subtle make-up and wore a simple ensemble that showed off her stunning toned body, leaning and moving in such ways that showed off her legs, teased some cleavage and taunted him with a mini-skirt teasing a flash of a lacy thong. Yet to her amazement and confusion and a bit of growing frustration, this admittedly good looking man was keeping pretty cool under the pressure she was applying. Though it likely wasn’t helping matters that she was conducting this interview slash interrogation in his home wit that stupid sexy wife of his hovering around, what the he’ll was she even looking so smug about?

But the secret kunoichi wouldn’t let her pride be deterred, no sir, not at all, Lois Cho had never met a man who didn’t become putty in her hands when it came to going for the Achilles heel that was their third legs. Krillin was no different as far as she was concerned and she was going to be rocking his 4 to 5 foot world and having him call her queen in no time!! All she had to do was up her seduction game and she woild have him pitching a tent so fast that he’d pop the fly of his jeans. It was time to bring her A game and make him squirm!!

She made sure to play all her best cards, in a manner of speaking as she closed the distance of space between them, her tone of voice taking on a hint of intimacy that wanted to break down the walls of polite professionalism between them. A teasing caress here and there, a little body language to coax and encourage him to touch her right where she wanted him to. Oh he was strong willed, certainly but she had a sense she was wearing down his resistance. All she needed was to work some oral magic and then she'd really be getting him to call her Queen.....

That had been the plan at least originally that she had intended but somehow someway? This goddamn runt was a natural love machine packing a weapon of sexual destruction beneath his pants and damn her libido!! She was now on her hands and knees, stripped down to her lingerie as she was sucking him off with a power force blowjob, her brain's switches being flipped to total bitch in heat mode. Massaging his hips and thighs as he held her hair in a firm grip, bucking those strong pelvic muscles as he gave a facefucking to make her deepthroat him.

And how she was fucking loving every damn second of it, feeling reduced to his personal devoted sex slave as his length and girth gave her an oral preview of what awaited her pussy. Those smooth, heavy balls smacking her chin with the momentum and force of a newton's cradle pendulum, soaking his shaft with her drool. All the while 18 looked on with a sense of smug satisfaction, as if she was expecting this sort of result. For all her research into her target, it had never occured to Lois that the blonde cyborg was a total deviant who got off on this sort of thing especially when seeing uppity bitches like her learn their place.

That being made another notch on her Krillin's belt of conquests but hey if she proved to be a good little sex kitten, 18 might consider her harem material if not maybe a regular fuck buddy or booty call. For now the blonde looked on with all her voyueristic intent, one hand under her shirt and another plunging down the front of her jeans with little to no shame. Nothing better than to see Krillin blow some bitch's mind like he had done to her their first time together, to think she wanted to rock his world when in fact she was the one who got rocked. How could any pretty thing not want a taste of such an experience, especially when it was some femme fatale wanna be who thought they were so damn slick?!

Now if Lois had thought having that cock in her mouth was an intense experience, as soon as it was penetrating her? Any and every man she had ever had an erotic encounter with was put to shame by this sex god of a runt was taking her to fuckdamn bone town and back. Her body pinned beneath him as he mounted and fucked her in a missionary position, her lovely toned legs draped over his shoulders as a basic position like his was intense when done by him and his cock. Jackhammering away as every impact of his balls agains her clapping asscheeks making her howl and moan, orgasms rocking her...and this beastly dwarf hadn't even cum yet himself!!

But of course Krillin was just getting started with his tantric magic as if he seemed to enter a state of nothingness, able to enter a mindet focused on outright making love to Cho in mind, body and soul. Which proved to be an unreal, overwhelming experience for the secret femme fatale as she felt like an amateur pornstar in the hands of an experienced adult film star veteran. Each, any and every single position he put her through drowning her brain in raw, mind numbing pleasure. But most especially whenever he would finally cum inside her, the raw blissful thrill of his hot man juice flowing into her womb and flooding it to excess.

Lois Cho wasn’t sure how or why this happened and quite frankly she just couldn’t care anymore. She was feeling too damn good right about now as she kept he legs wrapped around this short king of a sex god, screaming his name with abandon. Not even protesting when 18 threw herself into the mix to make this a threesome as she was prone to, showing she knew her way with a woman’s body as well as her husband did. There was no doubt when this was all over with, the secret kunoichi femme fatale was definitely going to be a booty call.

Sometime after that failed seduction mission, Lois had pretty much foregone her original mission but found herself having gotten something better than some boring intel. That being Krillin and 18’w phone numbers as she could now enjoy the odd saucy picture of video sent her way and give back as good as she was getting. All the while anticipating when she might get the sort of message that signified when she could get her next dose of Krillin’s Red hot chestnut love. Wondering if the next time might result in her being knocked up, the thrill of her washboard abs becoming swollen with carrying his child really turning her on.

But of course what was really giving Lois some warm, sexy dreams at night was fantasising about her hated rival, that stupid sexy bitch Agent 69. To be precise, that stupid sexy statuesque stunner getting pinned down and taken by Krillin as he fucked her in ways that would ruin her for other men altogether. All the while she was forced to eat Lois out snd be made to recognise her as her superior as the butch learned her place. Oh yes now there was an idea she would have to run by 18 for sure, as she sent her picture of that hated bitch whore for her review….

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Waifu Connoisseur: Test Runs

Krillin knew there would be days like this but this was just getting more ridiculous than the constant power level gap between most fighters compared to the resident Saiyan Warriors. Particularly and especially whenever there seemed to always be who the hell knows how many forms or variation of freakin' Super Saiyan!! But being here on this pseudo talk show or rather stealth amateur porn set was a whole different matter as he tuned out the applauding audience to shoot deadpan glares at the host, who seemed non-chalant to getting such looks, gee wonder why? Well it could’ve had to do whatever the hell the name of this damn show meant or implied which was enough of a red flag already nevermind that this Mr,sketch guy was well sketchy as all hell!!

Sketch:*The flaming skullheaded enigma of a host adjusting his tie as he greeted the applauding audience who just so happened to consist of women. Women who of course had been in prior sexual contact and acquaintance with the compact fighter who continued to give the host a deadpan flare his cool, calm cyborg asskicker o a wife sat in the couch beside him taking it all in stride.*”Hello there all you maniacs in the crowd and watching at home and welcome to the latest edition of Waifu Connoisseur featuring Mr.Krillin here as we arrange for him to get intimate with the finest, hottest pieces of ass around!!”*That made Krillin react as you’d expect, seeming shocked and flabbergasted at the brazen statement. Was this skullheaded maniac for real?!!*

Though then again he knows he shouldn’t be surprised given what happened the last time he appeared on this damn show, he was still feeling phantom sensations all over. Power Girl and Ms.Marvel had been intense to say the least, especially once 18 got into the fray, hell the blonde duo still sent him nude pictures and videos now and then. All he knew for sure was that this flaming skullheaded looney had someone or something in mind and whether human or not, one thing was clear. She was going to be a bitch in heat and he was going to be sore all over in ways he was all too familiar with since 18 rocked his four foot world.

Sketch:”With that said, let’s not waste any time and get right to our main event. Here is our lucky lady this time around….”*Beating on his desk t make a drum roll, the crowd went wild as out came a distinct, very exotic robot woman. To call her a stunner or a knockout was understating it, like someone took some liquid chrome and poured into a mould shaped like the curves and tone of a pornstar. So mechanical, yet organic all at once, looking a tasteful nude art piece but the fact she seemed naked already certainly helped. The skullheaded host looking smugly at the stunned, jaw dropped expression on Krillin’s face, knowing he was being reeled in hook, line and sinker.*

The sexy robo pin up babe locked her singular jade green visor gaze on Krillin, sensually humming as if appraising a work of art and clearly liking what she saw. Turning around as she conducted and performed a few poses for his liking and attention, sticking her ass out and swaying it his way. The liquid like booty cheeks jiggling and clapping as she twerked, courting him like a bitch in heat during mating season. Now in spite of what Yamcha would claim, it wasn't that Krillin had a thing for androids oh no, quite the opposite, they had a thing for him and this lovely specimen was clearly becoming a definite Krillin-sexual.

It was no surprise then soon as the Skull-headed host made his exit to give them some privacy and let the audience consisting of Krillin's ladies enjoy the show that the fun started. The Hajime Robo-girl shedding the singular dress that provided some form or level of modesty to expose her lucious liquid silver self before him. Wasting no time in lessening the distance between them to lock lips with him and ignite the spark of passion and attraction between them. A sensual moan escaping her as she felt the short king gladly return her kiss, growing in volume as his hands began to caress and grope her all over.

In spite of her metallic form, she was quite cool and amazing to the sense of touch and she was definitely made to be like a woman from her head to toe. Feeling his nameless metallic babe kiss her way down his torso as she began to strip him of his clothing. Gasping and oohing in awe as she freed his stiff, twitching cock from the confinement of his pants and boxers. All her data and knowledge on sex and porn coming forth as she put it to use, grasping his shaft as it pulse in her hand and proceeded to conduct fellatio. Unhindered by a gag reflex as she wasted no time in deepthroating him, humming and moaning as she felt delight in feeling him buck and pump his hips in reflex to such an intense blowjob.

Naturally this soon escalted once Krillin's libido reached its peak as he soon went from facefucking this hot sexy digital lovedoll to full on fucking her. The liquid silver bombshell straddling his lap as she bounced and rode on his cock with wanton abandon, her metallic booty jiggling and clapping with every impact against those heavy balls of his. Hugging and holding his head to her titaniuam bosom as he had his strong arms wrapped around her toned waist as her deep, passionate moans echoied throughout the studio. No onahole could compare to the sort of pussy she'd been provided, made especially to handle Krillin's erotic oak tree as that length and girth slid right into its welcoming embrace.

An embrace the android Jane Doe didn't wish to let go off, welcoming each and every shift in position along with the thrlling sensation of Krillin cumming inside of her. Wishing she could be able to bare and carry a child as the feeling his seed pouring into her womb made her wonder what it'd be like to have a bun in the oven. Particularly when in the more intimate or primal positions such as when he mounted atop her while taking her from behind in the doggy style positon, his pelvis smacking her shiney metal ass as those heavy pendulums that were his balls smacked her clit. Or the raw, assertive display of strength and dominance as he held her up in a full nelson position, jackhammering away into her pussy's ever slick, welcome embrace.

The studio audience was loving every bit of it as much as she was of course, but that was a given who it consisted of. That being just about any and every possible fuck buddy, booty call and harem girl, per the accordance of android 18 of course. Who was especially enjoying the show out of them the most, leave it to her Krillin to once again be a natural alpha male for an android girl and this one was looking to be a real keeper. Licking her lips in delight at the sight of the robo babe currently taking it like a champion as Krillin had her ina mating press, having folded her like an accordion as she moaned with wanton abandon, eager to have him flood her with his seed once again...

By this point, Krillin’s marathon session soon got that crowd of horny. Itches in heat worked uo to such a degree that they started playing with themselves with abandon, casting aside any and all shame and inhibition. Soon making out and groping one another before soon throwing out some dyna-caps, puffs of smoke breaking out to reveal hoard of warrior monks. The Capsule Cocks grown and made Krillin clones all standing naked and erect, ready, willing and able as they wasted no time in making their move. The studio a sea of bodies as hit, sexy bitches had themselves an orgy, getting their Warrior Monks to rock their world snd scratch their itches like only they could.

18 herself of course was right in the thick of it as she went and made her way in over to join Krillin and this absolute stunner. Making out with this shiney chrome hottie as Krillin’s one on one acquaintance with this new robo hottie in his life now became a threesome. Say what one will about the host who runs this glorified secret amateur porn studio but he sure knew how to pick ‘em. Though he had to wonder where that lunatic was right about now…..

Mr.Sketch:*Deep within his secret office, the floating skullheaded madman sat away at a desk, hitting away in the keys of a type writer. A small growing piles of scripts all around him as he looked at the camera.*”You’re still here? Go away, this is private!!”*He reached out to shove the camera away, shutting the door. A click of the locks being set and he was back at it…doing who only knows what…*

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Space Adventure....KRILLIN?!!

Now one thing Krillin knew from his experiences when it came to the women in his life was that when either Bulma or 21 called him to their labs or workshops, it was either a booty call or they had something kinky in mind. Like those two modified former red ribbon prototypes 2B and 2P, was Yamcha right in saying he had a thing for android women or was it more like androids had a thing for him? Of course when you consider how much of a kinky deviant his wife was, it definitely had to be the latter but here he was all the same as he entered the testing room. Made out s always to seem like the luxury suite of a five star hotel to see just who or what the horny brainiacs were sending his way.

What stood there before the compact fighter of course was an absolute stunner who matched his wife’s height of 5 foot 7, a true, literally blue robot woman. Her stunning toned frame a rich sleek cobalt sapphire chrome that looked smooth and solid to the touch yet she moved like flowing liquid with the grace and poise of a super model. Her golden eyes glowing gently as she made her way over to him, tilting her head as she seemed to be examine him from head to toe, metal palms and fingers cupping his blushing face. Silence between them before this enigmatic mecha bombshell spoke up finally in a digital voice thst sounded rather soothing and sensual.

??:”You would be Mr.Krillin, correct?”*The short king simply nodded, doing his best not ogle this strange, alluring robotic wet dream brought to life. Seriously in some angles and lighting, in spite of the okayed and armouring, she could almost seem naked.*”I’m known as Lady Armaroid….and I do believe I find you quite…erotic….but require a little data in the nature of…sexual relations….so please, let us commence…”*Before Krillin knew it, this alluring metal woman known as Armaroid was making him plant his face between the valley of her cleavage. Her metallic tits much softer than they looked, her ass also matching that regard as he found ehr guiding his hands to cul and squeeze that steel booty.*

Whatever doubts, hesitations or worries Krillin had prior to arriving here and meeting this exotic robo woman had pretty much gone right out the window, forcibly kicked in the ass by his libido. He wasn’t sure where Bulma or 21 found this woman or what posed them to design her in such a way but damn if she wasn’t a work of art. Finding himself planting kisses along that smooth and quite soft chrome body of hers from head to toe, in spite of its cold harsh look it felt amazing to the touch. The soft sensual gasps and moans escaping her very addicting to hear, more so when he groped and touched her in the right places.

In spite of how cold she seemed, she truly felt great to touch as if her chrome form was a sort of metal in a state between solid and liquid made just right for this sort of intimacy. Especially and particularly when groping her tits and of course probing the slit of her pussy, warm nectar flowing as it soaked his hand up the wrist and coated her luscious thighs. Soon finding himself planting his head between them as he was pressing his lips to her mound and proceeding to eat her out. Lady Armaroid letting loose deepthroated moans of passion as she found Krillin to be exceeding any expectations the data she'd been given prior to this had informed her.

If there was any critique Lady would have had to say of this encounter of course, it was the fact she lacked a mouth with which to return the favour in terms of kissing Krillin or giving him a blowjob. But he didn't seem to mind in the slighttest, as he seemed to enjoy more on focusing on giving attention to her pleasure alone which only served to further enamour and endear the little man to her. Caressing and holding his smooth shaved head to pussy as she found his skills at eating a woman out was no slouch what so ever. But of course as per the data, this would be nothing compared to the moment when she would have the splendid cock of his inside of her.

A moment that 21 and Bulma were certainly anticipating as they watched on from behind the secret two way mirror of the testing room with voyueristic intent. They had a feeling Lady Armaroid would take to her new modifications and upgrades like a fish to water but this was proving even hotter than expected. Oh sure Lady wouldn'tbe able to experience the joy of a Krillin level facefucking from that Golden God cock of his but her design was was too beautiful to mess with. Besides it wasn't like the rest of her could make for it especially with the shiney metal ass of hers!!

An ass that was soon sandwiching and humping Krillin's length and girth between those twin steel cheeks, massaging and stroking him off as she had him laying on the bed back flat and naked. Having helped him strip and wanting to get to return the favour for his earlier oral service, finding his shaft to be even more delightful in the flesh compared to the pictures and videos Bulma and 21 had provided her in her "sexual education". Her slit running along as she twerked and stroked off his cock, lubing up that rod with her sticky warmth as she felt it pulse and quiver with growing desire. His hands caressing and groping her glorious form all the while, her moans music to his ears.

Krillin wasn't sure how or when but it wasn't surprising when he soon found himself penetrating this hot metallic piece of ass, thrusting and pumping away into Armaroid’s pussy with jackhammering piston motions. Grasping those luscious steel hips of hers as she bounced and rode on him cowgirl style, her moans deep and sensual as her circuits ran with the electric pulse of raw pleasure. Hands caressing those washboard abs as as she gasped at the sudden slaps to her jiggling shiney metal ass and those firm hands groooing her bouncing tits. And Bulma and 21 knew their little stud was just getting started, after all once Krillin was inside a woman, he could keep going until those balls were drained dry.

Seconds into Minutes became hours as Armaroid and her newfound short king depended their sexual acquaintance with marathon session of pleasure. Those strong arms grasping her bombshell form in their erotic embrace as her mecha ass and pussy were pounded and hammered, ensuring they woild be moulded to his cock and his alone. Loving the mere concept and possibility as she held on for dear life, gladly welcoming his constant rut as she was taken in a mating press or found him mounting her backside as she was taken from behind doggy style and prone bone, orgasms assaulting her circuits over and over. The thrill of this meatbag, no this sex god unleashing his white hot seed inside of her and painting her chrome blue steel body.

For Bulma and 21, it was inevitable they’d start playing with themselves before they soon found themselves making out with raw passion and desire. Eating one another out and son having themselves a pair of Warrior Monk sex dolls brought out to help properly indulge their thirst and fantasy for their favourite little man. Making out with sloppy abandon, tongues dancing as their Krillin clones pumped and hammered like the sex machines they were designed to be. All the while Krillin and Armaroid continued to go at it with no signs of stopping what so ever.

But of course the blue steel beauty didn’t want it to stop for a whole, not when the high of rutting eith this short king was too damn good. Arms and legs wrapped around his compact Adonis frame as she bounced in his lap in a seated lotus position as he held and squeezed her ass. His adorable, handsome face planted between the valley of her metallic bosom, the scent of her sensual form lik a natural perfume. The bed pretty much getting wrecked as the bedsheets were soaked with sweat and the stains of their constsnt flow and rain of sex juices.

Suffice to say, Bulma and 21 considered this test run a success and 18 was sure to share that opinion given she was getting this session streamed to her laptop in secret. The blonde no doubt making plans in that kinky cyborg brain of hers to see if she convince her man to keep Armaroid around their home as a live in nanny. After all her Krillin needed something much better to have in hand than a pocket pussy to jerk off with if he didn’t have her or any other ladies on hand. Never let it be said that she didn’t love her husband, after all when you had a stud like him, you’d want to keep him happy too….

[dollsonmain]

Buying shoes that fit is difficult because my feet are weird.

Shoes off the shelf generally aren't both short enough and wide enough so I have to buy a size or two up to fit the width of my foot and flop around like a clown.

Trying on work/athletic shoes yesterday...

My old/current shoes are a size too big to get the width, slip on and off my heel when I move because they're too long, and my feet are so tall that the laces are extended about as far as they can be without exposing the sides of the tongue.

There's barely enough length on the laces left to tie them with. When I buy chucks I have to buy new, longer laces because I can't tie those, either. I need a lot of extra room for my ankles.

There is no room left for cushioning insoles.

Those shoes are $20 Walmart sneakers and the insoles are hard. It's like being barefoot. The bottoms of my heels ache.

The widest width I found while shopping was D. I need E.

The men's work shoes section was decently sized, while the women's was 4. 4 different kinds of shoe. All of them were too small. Then I went to another store (an actual shoe store). They didn't have women's work shoes at all and the men's section was tiny. That store had more work BOOTS, but that's not what I need.

I need shoes that are for walking, standing, and lifting. While a little extra protection from dropping things on my own feet wouldn't be bad to have, it's not really needed.

When I tried on some slip-ons they fit pretty well everywhere EXCEPT right around where my foot meets my ankle. That area was so tight it was like someone was holding my feet really hard with their hands at that spot.

I wore those shoes for less than five minutes and when I took them off, it already felt like taking off my old/current shoes after wearing them for hours.

I might be able to tolerate those for a short time, but probably not. Not worth spending the money to find out, especially not knowing if that area would ever loosen up. I might go back today and buy them anyway.

I also tried on some men's walking shoes and the heel parts were so tall that they were pushing on the base of my Achilles tendon and ankle bones. They also shredded my socks in that area, and I only wore them to walk around the store a little bit.

The smallest men's shoes they had were 8, and while the slip ons I mentioned first fit well enough front to back, every other 8 was way too long and gave me the clown shoes effect with the heel flopping off the back of my foot (though my current shoes do that, too).

Most women's shoes I tried on were WAY too tight on the backs of my ankles. Some I couldn't even slip my heel into.

They had lyka, which are apparently Good Shoes for women (bigger toe box???? why do shoes made just for women have bigger toe boxes EXCEPT formal shoes which have tiny-tiny toe boxes???????) but I've read reviews of recent lyka shoes saying they're all falling apart super quickly, like within a month. Those were more expensive than some others.

That Guy suggested I get the steel toed Sketchers he has and I tried them on. The 8.5s, smallest size they had, felt nice enough other than being TOO big in the toe box and much too long.

(I took a pic so I could look online)

Recent reviews for those also say they fall apart much faster than they used to.

Either way, I absolutely must get better shoes than the ones I have and am frustrated at how difficult getting ANY shoes tends to be for me.

Remember me having a hard time finding shoes for that interview? Same shit.