#feetsies

[happyfeetsiez]

jewel [noun] - a precious stone that is used to decorate valuable objects

[silliestcreature196]

Reblog this to smush your paws against prev's face

[bearotonin-international]

Beeg barr paws? :D

[wise-emperor]

[shootbangdang]

Figure 1: Lord Shen at sunset

Not-often seen image of Shen himself downtrodden on the front of the boat yet still prideful enough to display his intimidating tail

Presumably he was swiftly posed to display technical aspects of his feather models.. but it looks to me an alternate reality version of his final fight with Po where maybe something different happened in the end...

This was found in a research paper by Feng Xie, Wes Burian, Andy Harbeck, & Ben Kwa for Dreamworks Animation Inc.

[thankfulfortomorrow]

So like who wants to see my feet? 🙈🙊

[borderlinemediocre]

[binch-i-might-be]

THERE WAS A MAN. ON MY CAR

[pannaghosta]

Beach babe, eyeing you up and down.

full

[lilsugarbutt]

So does anybowdy ewse show der excitement through der feetsies? I’s knows dat I dew and dey start wif little wiggles of my toes and den little kicks or what I call my toes dancing and the feet equivalent to hand flapping almost but usually lightly or gently, tootsie wiggles. Dey happen when I’s happy dand havin fun or see somfin cute or pretty 😍💖🤗 or yummy tasting snacks or nice sounds, when I gettin loves from papa or I feelin shy and flattered, I wanna hear if anyone has dat too or sometin similar 🥰

[bearotonin-international]

Hi there! May I see some bear paws? No reason, I just bet they are large.

some feetsies for yousies

[chloeeagius]

The Struggle

It's not everybody's cup of tea, But it's certainly mine :3

[unidentifiedprimate]

D-Day

[nothingtoes]

Smelly feet

It was a sunny afternoon and squidward had just arose from his daily afternoon nap. The sunlight was bleeding through the blinds, and the chirps of the birds outside sounded like songs.

Squidward lay gracefully beside his beloved kanye looking at his beautiful forehead and green glassy eyes that sparkled endlessly. “What are you looking at my little sea poop?” Kanye groans out, “ O-oh umm, I was looking at the ceiling! It’s lovely isn’t it darling!”squidward says as he looks around for an excuse. “ FAM DONT LIÉ TO ME, squiddy bear I know you were looking at my forehead! You look at it all the time, wanna lick it bebe gyal?” Squidward Is hesitant about the choice given to him, how could he resist? “Fine just one lick Kanye! That’s it”

squidward squeaks out. “ aight that’s good enough fo me.” Squidward takes a quick lick and gets out from his and Kanye’s shared bed. Squidward said tummy wummy grrrumbles with hunger and suggest eating at a restaurant outside. What happens ne this shocking!!

( ignore the bad grammar and spelling, I wrote this at 2 in the morning bro)

[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #27 Sole

Make a Shadow - Meg Myers

Some time ago...

Sen had a lot of opinions.

What was objectively better, sweet reds or sour green apples? Sour greens, easy.

Was it morally ethical to turn war torn refugees away at the door? Of course not.

That everybody could and should be taught basics of first aid? Yes!

Scars?

.......

Sen often, vocally, contested that scars were simply the result of piss poor healing. When you're not taught how to stitch how can you hope to avoid a stupid scar? Scar tissue contained so much more than a marring of the skin. It embodied and kept a record of trauma within the body. Who would want that when you already contend with invisible scarring of your mind or heart? Why add the physical point as well? It didn't make any logical sense.

Sure, some scars are unavoidable. They can be self inflicted, they can be any number of things to the individual. Highly subjective.

Or you couldn't afford the help in the first place...

Now Sen was sitting on her butt in the shower stall, water streaming over her head. Blinking hard to avoid getting soap in her eyes as she bent over staring at the only scar she would allow herself to have. It held so much significance, it captured a time, a memory, a feeling. She kept it a secret, so few know it. It carried shame where she once believed was shedding an old idea. Rarely would anybody get a close enough look at the sole of her foot to discover it.

Suffice to say, her opinion on scars became deafeningly silent.

She held her foot with both hands, staring daggers at the slit of a scar cutting clear as day through the calluses. Aether gathered around her hands. She hated it, she loved it, she hated it again. Why keep it now? Why let it hold such a significant amount of space? Where did all her conviction go?

She could, she could get rid of it easily and forget about it. A guilty knot twisted in her stomach like a fist curling around it and yanking it up to her throat. She tasted acidic vapours. She squeezed her foot so tightly that her toes started to tingle.

"I'm not scared." She muttered to the scar like a shadow, "I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared."

And still, the aether coalesced in her hands with nowhere to go.

Tension shook through out her body and suddenly she dropped her foot with a an angry, "Fuck." Rolling her neck, pressing her back against the shower wall, pulling her knees up to hug.

[catsinthebed-pillowsonthefloor]