#My poor feets hurt.
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04/05/2024
Hey quick ask 2day bc I don't have energy rn
Had to run an errand and I don't have energy to cook rn with my pain flaring up
Could I get $25 for lunch???
CA: $lezsalt or $sleepyhen
VM: wildwotko
Dm 4 PP
#sorry we are poor#i was gone for a long time and im fucking wiped#my feet hurt and im having trouble standing
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[ID: Two drawings of Five in the centaur au. He is actually thirteen years old and living in the apocalypse, In the first drawing, he is contorted into an uncomfortable looking position in order to pick his back hoof. In the other, he is soaking his two front hooves in some suspicious water that is leaking out a pipe, while he is tying makeshift shoes to his back feet. End ID.]
its time for the tiniest saddest horse in the whole wide world 😔
today's theme is "hoof angst"
#tua#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#centaur au#i think often about horse hooves vs the apocalypse#he would have to do so much walking#and hurt his feet so badly if he doesnt have any shoes!!#but how is he supposed to get shoes? put them on himself?#sounds dangerous!#he has to improvise but its just not as good as just Actually Having Shoes#so his feet just hurt All The Time and are also probably Not In Great Shape#poor guy#also picking ur hooves when you are attached to the top/front of you#that is Gymnastics. and becomes even more Gymnastics once youre actually an adult#rip five#probably i should have put all of that in the actual post since it pertains to the au. oh well whatever#my art
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Man, I have an injured foot and I still can't get crutches to walk well, and now my desk chair breaks, I can't have shit no more
#i cant have shit#and my feet hurts#i cant even walk#my chair#my poor chair#i'm suffering#i wish i was joking#i wanna explode#and is not in a good way
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18.. fern😁 OR the roadhog in 14❤❤❤❤
NO VISIBLE MEANS OF SUPPORT AND YOU HAVE NOT SEEN NOTHING YET
#got this goddamn talking heads song stuck in my head. ACK#poor little grass boy theyre fucking putting him through the wringer huh#my house is out of the ordinary thats right dont wanna hurt nobody some things sure can sweep me off my feet...#adventure time#🦕
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Sat in a coffee shop waiting for my car to be serviced.
Now i love people watching, but sometimes…
they watch me back.
and nothing is as scary as the total rando you’ve been theorising about in your boredom looking you directly in the soul-windows through a thin sliver of NOT TINTED glass.
Reminder! They can see you!
#odesrambles#people watching is fun#being people watched is less fun#boredom is my least favourite emotion#the coffee shop is filling up too#i’m taking up a 3 seated i’m scum#my feet hurt the car shop is so far away#just a poor tired lad let me rest
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I think I have multiple infected cat scratches on my feet
#My cat attacks my feet while I sleep and I usually just throw on socks and ignore it which was a bad idea#I poked at one cuz it almost looked like there was a splinter and now it’s bleeding a lot 💀#Maybe not infected but they’re healing wrong n walking wo socks hurts and has for a while#I probably should’ve notice sooner but tbh I have poor vision n rarely see my feet n I’m used to ignoring bodily signals#It’s 1am so I’m not gonna deal w this rn it is what it is#screaming
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my first day back in the store and somehow i pulled 11 hours on accident even tho im supposed to be doing part time
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oh my god we moved things for twelve whole hours today… but on the bright side, we moved into our house!! im typing this from my sofa in my new living room, completely worn out 😴💤
#my feet and my back hurt so badly#but being here makes it all worthwhile!! ahhhh im so happy to be in our new house finally#poor monkey isnt happy right now ;-; but hopefully he warms up to it#he has so much more space for mischief!!
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I just really don’t understand why my managers think I would be worse at my job if I had the privilege of having a bottle of water and a chair at my desk. Like imagine being able to sit and be hydrated while doing your job and thinking that would make you less productive?!?
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My kitten has figured out that if he is sitting on my shoulder and/or back I can't reach him with my hands easily
also he is too adorable for me to stay mad at him for him leaving scratches all over my hands and toes (and back because I was giving him prescribed medication and climbing out of my arms and onto my shoulders saved him from the eyedrops)
He has gotten through his first vet visit very well though; his weight is good, he has no fleas, he has some mild cat sniffles (or whatever they are called in english), he charmed everyone by being a sweet, calm kitten for the most part
He only yelled when no one was paying attention to him at the vet, and a bit during the very short car ride, though granted only during me searching for a damn parking space - he was very content chewing on my finger during my stops at traffic lights and was very fascinated whenever he was travelling to and from the car
... and when the vet inserted a microscope into his second ear, the first was no problem tho
he has been amazing about using the litter box, beyond 2 times in the 10 days we have had him, though I will forgive him for both for now, particularly since he only peed on a blanket yesterday after I forced him through washing out his eyes when we got home from the vet
(the other was some runny shit during his first couple of days after he slept most of the night on my lap upstairs while his litter box was downstairs, and he did his business on the dirty bathroom mat upstairs next to my rooms; honestly gave me a really good reason to finally throw it in the wash again)
#shut up ip#I made it a point to only pay for his stuff myself and not use any of my dad's money#my dad has embraced grandparent-hood via kitten#and even embraced the term opa when I used it with the kitten#my mom would prolly approve a lot more of me using my inheritance for cat stuff than for the tattoos#our vet is really close but not close enough where I can comfortably walk with him sadly#thankfully there were a bunch of parking spaces so I have hope for my visits which will hopefully be far and few beyond the first visits#I want him vaccinated as quickly as I can and neutered when he is old enough#I really need to get him some form of chew toy#because my poor fingers and toes need a break#I don't mind the scratches but he will sometimes hit the right angle to make it really hurt when he bites down#he is very careful with his claws when things are within reach (and he doesn't use his hind claws)#but he will swipe with his front claws when trying to catch something#thank fuck I have a large tub of bepanthen which I have been smothering my hands and legs and feet in#honestly everything his claws got caught in
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My heart is soooooooo heavy i don't know if i can handle it
#everyone here is like yayyyyy autumn😁 but i CANNOT relate i see the beauty in it yet.....#i was born in a heatwave i am attuned to the sun even tho it wants to hurt me. we have a complicated relationship#but it loves me.#and i havent seen the sun for DAYS and knowing this hellish time of the year i might not see it for months.#iguess i need to learn how to enjoy life in all different seasons and i love me a warm cup of coffee everyday while it rains etc BUT....#ihave low blood pressure you guys dont get itttt my body gets ice cold my hands are like those of a ghost. idk i am not crazy.#i suffer those months soooooooo heavily.#my poor feet are so fucking cold rn and i will not sleep with socks in SEPTWMBER of all times omg
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Having a rancid evening.
#my dog skinned her feet up pretty bad today#I feel so bad cause she’s so miserable in the cone and hurt#poor thing#I’m glad she’s okay
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When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.
The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.
“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.
“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.
Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.
When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.
Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.
“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.
“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”
“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”
At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.
Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.
“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.
“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.
“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”
“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.
“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.
“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”
Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.
“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.
The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).
Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.
“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.
“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”
“…”
“You what?!”
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost fanfic#ghost x reader#ghost x y/n#ghost x you#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley fluff#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost#cod fluff#cod fic#cod fanfic#cod x reader#cod#readwritealldayallnight#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick
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Air compressor broke at work the other day while I was cleaning. After getting doused with lots of water 5 times in a row (and moving over each time), the air compressor decided to hit me and ruined one of my favorite sweaters. There’s a giant brown stain on the back that spread after soaking it for 2 days and I can’t figure out why this crap keeps happening to me. I called the woman in HR but had to leave a message. So I’ll have to let the sweater be ruined so I can put it in a bag with my hoodie I was also wearing at the time and take them to work to show them that their equipment ruined my clothes. Even though they probably won’t do anything about it. And I called a local dry cleaning business and asked if they can get stains out-their answer was yeah but they can’t guarantee they’ll get the whole thing. I can’t get a replacement sweater because I bought it at least 3 years ago.
#mad#pissed#upset#my poor sweater#ruined by work equipment#I’m just going to wear the cleaning jacket from now on#and if anyone asks I’ll tell them it’s so more of my clothes DONT get ruined#the other part that sucks is that the other employees kept coming up to me to ask what happened#and every time I explained it to the#THEY LAUGHED#like I was already having a bad day because my feet hurt real bad that day#and then I got 5 unwanted showers#plus ruined clothes#then when I got home I found out it wasn’t JUST my sweater and hoodie#but I was actually soaked down to my ass#it took everything in me not to cry at work#and the review by the main supervisor didn’t help#but I didn’t cry then so I’m doing it today
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me back on my semi-yearly watching of drumeo vids for fun (anguish) shit specifically "______'s drummer hears ______ for the 1st time" and GOdD ALL I WANT IS TO HAVE A REAL KIT AND LEARRRRRRN IT LOOKS SO GREAT AND FUN AND I FEEL VERY CONNECTED TO IT IN A WAY I CAN'T DESCRIBE WHENEVER I WATCH SOMEONE PLAY 😭😭😭😭
#it's so fascinating and i think i'd really take to it and well i've been right about these things before#like if i had space and didn't live in an apt back when that gov money hit i would have gotten a starter#it was actually my 1st thought before a bass which idk why though bc i was lichrally in an apartment lmao#i have an e-kit but haven't used it much cause still kinda loud and i was away and now it's elsewhere for the time being but#once i get back on my feet w by bass playing i may set it up again bc the itch will be too great#but even then i just want to work on the real thingggg#and i Know it'd be so theraputic for my rage (and tactile needs w my anxiety even a lil practice pad for that would be nicee)#(will be hell for my tinnitus tho so oop (plugz4ever))#lichrally a bass sun drums moon ass bitch#ppl will spend 5 mins w me & get that i'm a bassist 'ohh you're sOo chilllll! oh ofc!' but Never guess how angry i am all the fucking time#literally so chillangry it hurts? (lol jokes aside idk how that exists in such a small space like how have i not imploded)#i Need to Hit Shit#(constructively. (or destructively without consequences.))#(((still can't believe i've never made it to a break room i keep forgetting they exist or am poor att or both)))#anyway back to watching and crying
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Yandere Headcanon: Worship
Yandere Forgotten God (tentacle monster) x GN Reader
TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, gore, dubcon, and yandere themes
He was an ancient chaos god, one that was once revered amongst humans a millennium ago. But over time he had been forgotten when his fishing village had become a city. Now he was nothing more than a tall tale. A god with no name. He no longer had a humanoid form but was now a blob of black tentacles. It was shameful how far he had fallen from grace from his own pride. He should have made sure he was never forgotten.
The god shouldn’t have been so cocky to believe that monk couldn’t seal him away but alas, this was the punishment he deserved for his insatiable greed.
So when you arrive to his shrine and accidentally break the millennium old ward, he’s shocked. Have his own prayers finally been answered? Has someone come to free him from this lonely existence?
“I’ve heard there was once a god of chaos here so I have come to pray to you… please hear my plea.” You then bowed down in respect to the shrine and cried a bit. “I do not wish to be married off to some senile, corrupt man. Please god, if you hear me, save me.” You cried before him. You wanted to be saved before married you off to some old nobleman. You shared your woes of how this man made your city nearly inhabitable with his high taxes and of his salacious behavior. How could he not be swayed? He felt obligated to help you.
And so the god did what he did best, he wreaked havoc. He used his supernatural abilities to cause a landslide onto that nobleman’s home, killing him instantly. Now you no longer had to worry about being a stupid old man’s property. You could continue on with your life worshipping him! Your god!
You visited his shrine daily and left him small offerings. Ones that he would have rejected in the past but was positively thrilled to have now. The god began to love you. How could he not be drawn to your genuine gratitude? He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this thrilled with him… it must’ve been over a thousand years ago now? He didn’t know…
What he loved most about you was your smile. It warmed his heart and he adored it. You were his world and he wanted to be more humanoid for you…
When your visits became less frequent, he used that time away from you to try to shape his body once more. He wanted to be with you. To hold you. To touch you, but he couldn’t do that as a shapeless blob of tentacles… but he could if he was more humanoid.
And so here he was with a mostly humanoid body with functioning male reproductive organs… save for the tentacles that remained attached to his back. His face was picturesque but his extra limbs weren’t… it didn’t matter. He would do so much for you, more than any human man. You didn’t entirely have a choice.
The god diligently worked on his shrine to make it more inhabitable for you as well. He needed it to be perfect so the two of you could be here for all eternity together. Him and his savior! His beloved devotee!
When you returned to his shrine after a week of not seeing him with bruises on your face, he was livid. Who had harmed you? Why would they hurt you? Hurt his destined spouse? How dare they… how dare they.
You shared your woes and prayed for salvation once more, this time from your family. They believed you to now be bad luck due to the nobleman’s sudden death and began to verbally and physically abuse you. You looked so miserable… just like him. His poor, precious worshipper didn’t deserve such treatment. No. They deserved to be worshipped.
The god now had enough power to leave his shrine due to your generous offerings. Your worship gave him the power to become a great chaos god once more.
And the god once more inflicted his wrath upon your enemies. This time he tore them apart limb from limb, starting from their mouths to their hands and eventually to their feet. He wished to start out by ripping out the tongues that spat venomous words at you. To break every bone in their hands and feet for the pain they inflicted on you. For every sin committed against you, he would inflict it back tenfold.
This is the first time you were able to see his true form as well… you were so silent the entire time of his massacre of your family. Was he so gorgeous that you were speechless? How cute his darling was!
You began to sob when he held your face between his blood coated palms. The smell of iron was too much for you that you began to retch but he was oblivious that he was the reason of your disgust and fear. Those damn humans must be too much for you to be around… perhaps he should whisk his spouse away?
So he did just that. His arms and tentacles tightly wrapped around you as he whisked you off to your new home together. The revamped shrine. He hoped you’d love it since he worked so hard on making it habitable for the two of you!
You struggle in his grip but he doesn’t relent. You must be shy… how cute!
You try to push the tentacles from you, but they merely wrap around your form to gently massage you. He needed to calm you before you hurt yourself… it was okay!
“Be not afraid, my dear.” His voice made you jump in surprise but he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt you… you’re my beloved after all. My savior.”
“You’re the god of this shrine…” you whispered softly, which made the god eagerly nod. “You’re Xeros.”
Yes! That was his name! The one he had forgotten over the years. You were so sweet to remember his name…
You don’t even have time to protest before his tentacles wrap around your body in an enticing manner. The extra appendages slip into the waist band of your pants and tease your tight hole. You whine at the sudden touch but more tentacles wrap around your arms and legs to keep you in place
“Your offerings were wonderful but I need a better offering since I eliminated your problem…” Xeros smiled down at you with his hauntingly beautiful face. “I demand you as my offering. You will be my eternal spouse.”
“But I’m just a human- ack!” You gagged on the tentacle that was suddenly shoved into your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears as the god beamed at you.
“It doesn’t matter to me what species you are. I’m a god. I will always get what I want.” Your back arched when one of his slimy tentacles finally breeched the tight ring of muscles and wriggled inside of you. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overcame you.
“See? Why would you resist such pleasure?” Xeros leaned to whisper, his hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, “I’m far better than any mortal lover. Don’t you think so?”
Your mind is too cloudy to form a coherent reply, your eyes rolled back in you head as his black tendrils ravish you. The tentacle in your mouth soon replaced with his tongue.
This was the way you should always be. You deserved every orifice of your body to be stuffed to the brim with him. To cry and whine in pleasure that ascends human comprehension. To be his spouse and to lay his eggs.
You deserved to be worshipped as his deity
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