#Legs which don't walk

[abri-chan]

Booty deserves a pay raise.

When they tip you, not only for the pizza delivery, but for your fine ass too. Blessed! 🙏🍑

(added both doodles bc I liked the initial one too)

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

a little experiment on the hypothetical body shape of the yu-lung

[strawberry-cowmilk]

me when I put on leggings and remember comfort is an option

[abri-chan]

when men have this tattoo you know they eat cunt

[unsettlingcreature]

skyrim mod where when your character stands up after sitting down, there's a random chance that they either fall over or get a debuff

[araneitela]

Seeing Kafka in overtly revealing ("sexy") dresses in fan arts: I just... don't see why? Me over here: The most 'revealing' thing that I can imagine her in, if I envision her without a coat draped over her shoulders, is something like this. Am I just weird; where am I supposed to see this 'overtly revealing' nature of hers that oozes 'sexy'? That woman has class, and in that, I think she's sexy (f I have to use the word). And where do I get that impression from? Her entire default attire screams it at me from the rooftops.

[charlotterenaissance]

yay one of my neighbor's fifteen loose dogs bit me, animal services won't do anything, and despite cops constantly and i do mean constantly driving up and down my street because of a stupid highway that goes right through my neighborhood not one of them has done anything about it! which means if i want to go on a walk i have to cross two lanes of a busy road to get to another street just to avoid dog bite 2: this time i'm taking the leg off because no one will do anything about the fifteen loose dogs! 🥴

[sysig]

Gotta sweep up all this Dust (Patreon)

[b4um3pfl4um3]

Nothing worse than your left knee suddenly refusing to work properly after heavily relying on it for the past two or so years because usually your right knee has some sort of trouble.

Definitely not a fan of that especially cause I have to walk to my grandma's, which is like a a 30 minute walk unless I want to wait half an eternity for a bus.

I definitely should go to a doctor for this but I absolutely hate going to the doctor so I'm probably just gonna hope it gets better again haha

[avalonships]

Do they match eachothers freak

[propalahramota]

"Post-nut clarity" this, "post-nut clarity" that...what about post-anxiety attack clarity, huh?

[docholligay]

Trying not to murder my darling sister who, I remind myself, I love very much, as I attempt to help her plan a trip to the UK.

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[izzy-b-hands]

Got all excited last night bc i saw a post from a mod on the gta o subreddit abt the Halloween update being set to drop today around 5 AM (backed up by at least two gaming websites that had stories also stating the same start time and date)

Went in today ready for Halloween and uh. Nothing lol

Checked the actual Rockstar website and there's no mention of it, just that RDR o is getting a Halloween update this week

If i was a betting man I'd start a pool on how late in the month it'll be by the time the gta Halloween drops lmao

(also a pool on how likely it is the mod is lying; as they continue to insist they have access to all the usual Halloween stuff in GTA o today and that everyone who doesn't must not know how to restart their game to see if that changes anything, or maybe they didn't click play on GTA but a different game in their library? Which is insulting af, especially to the guy with the flare that shows he's at a level so high in the game that i frankly didn't know existed, who called them out and asked if maybe they didn't get confused and thought gta and rdr were both getting the update at the same time. Person was nice abt it, just asked plainly and said it was ok if that was the case, but that it would be helpful for others to know. poor dude immediately got piled on by the mod for it but like. he's right lmao. if that's the case it's fine! mistakes happen! but stop insisting you have access to something seemingly no one else trying to play online does!)

[esleep]

percival is a bit of a velcro cat, which i'm not super used to. he usually wants to be Touching Me in some way when he naps beside me and will even shift positions until he can press a paw or forehead or nose into my arm. on the other hand, ivy usually prefers to just hang out in my vicinity without being touched, like an orbiting moon. she will sometimes nap in my lap, especially when she's cold, and she will ask for pets and affection sometimes, but she only wants a few head scratches and i have to watch her body language to determine when she hits her overstimulation threshold or else i'll get a hiss and swat (without claws, mostly, because she likes me) - sometimes it's right away, sometimes it takes a few forehead rubs, but it's always fairly quick. meanwhile i think i could pet percival for the rest of his life and he would never stop purring about it. i adore both of them, it's just so fascinating to see percy's personality develop and be such a contrast to the strange little alien cat i've been used to for the last seven years.

[roadimusprime]

*wishes I could be sick so I can be absent from work*

My ankle: hello :)