#foot care moisturizer

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Foot Cream For Dry And Cracked Heels

Cracked heels are a common foot problem that occurs when the skin on the heels becomes dry, thickened, and hardened, eventually leading to painful cracks. Several factors can cause cracked heels, including dry air, particularly in colder months, prolonged standing or walking, wearing open-back shoes, and not moisturizing regularly. 

Foot cream for cracked heels can be incredibly effective in treating and preventing cracked heels. Rich in moisturizing ingredients like shea butter, urea, and glycerin, foot creams help to hydrate and soften the skin. They also work to repair the damaged skin by sealing in moisture, promoting healing, and preventing further cracks. 

 Regular use of foot care cream can help keep the skin on your heels smooth, hydrated, and protected from dryness, ensuring your feet stay comfortable and healthy.

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Foot Care Cream For Dry & Rough Heels in India | Uniqaya

Foot care cream with shea butter, coffee, and urea is a nourishing treatment that helps rejuvenate dry, rough feet. This combination of ingredients targets dryness, cracked heels, and discomfort, leaving your feet feeling pampered and revitalized. Ideal for daily use, it helps maintain soft, smooth, and healthy feet. Shop Uniqaya foot care moisturizer.

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Can Foot Cream Fix Dry, Rough Heels?

If you’re dealing with dry, cracked heels, you might wonder if foot care cream can actually make a difference. The answer is yes—when formulated with the right ingredients, foot cream can work wonders! 

A rich foot cream deeply nourishes and moisturizes the thick, rough skin on your feet, helping to heal cracks and restore smoothness. Ingredients like shea butter, essential oils, and natural extracts provide intense hydration and help to lock in moisture, while soothing and repairing the skin.

With regular use, you can see visible improvements as the skin becomes softer, more supple, and less prone to cracking. Whether your heels are suffering from daily wear and tear or extreme dryness, foot cream for dry and cracked heels can offer the relief you need.

So, if you’re tired of dealing with dry, uncomfortable feet—yes, a good foot cream can truly help heal your cracked heels and bring back soft, smooth skin!

[cherriesandcharms]

i have three days where i dont have to leave the house and can do nothing but relax and recharge and lots of self care before the nightmares of Extended Family Time begin

[psych0ruinz]

me rn writing my dubcon pisskink cegan father's day fic:

[wingwaver]

bitches were right about all that moisturizer talk all these years

my face skin is so fucking soft

[hikercarl]

How to Avoid Blisters While Hiking

Discover our top tips for blister prevention on your hiking adventures. Learn how to keep your feet comfortable and pain-free on the trail with our expert advice.

Blisters can be a real pain for hikers, literally and figuratively. These pesky skin irritations can turn a pleasant outdoor adventure into a downright miserable experience. But fear not – we’ve got your back (and your feet!) with our top tips for blister prevention. From choosing the right hiking footwear to advanced strategies for toughening up your soles, we’ll ensure you can tackle the trails…

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Soon it will rain and turn into mud

Address the problems and nip in the bud

The first showers are a cascade of relief. The petrichor, the pitter- patter, the lush green view, are all to die for. It’s a great joy to jump in a puddle of water. Or to wade through knee-deep waterlogging. But soon the trauma will set in! Just wait and watch. The cough, cold, infection and if you manage to get into the bottom of things literally, then your feet will appear! Cracked, chapped, ugly and mucky it will surely look. With our face attracting the lion’s share of attention, the feet go down the drain! Well, it’s time to rethink and do justice to the much-neglected pair of feet this rainy season!

My foot! Say if you dare. Sacred Lotus is here to care.

The history of the Sacred Lotus goes back a long way. The mention of this unique blossom is mentioned in ancient scriptures across the globe and also in Indian Puranas, Vedas and all scriptures. The commonality remains across cultures that the Lotus (Nelumbo Nucifera) held the secret of health, beauty and longevity. Be it in India or China it is categorically stated that Buddhist monks cherished this Sacred Lotus Flower. They cultivated Lotus blossoms in the rivers and believed it held the secret of life. They taught their disciples that the universe was formed from the heart of the Lotus Seed. And after thousands of years, we are compelled to believe that they were right.

With the AGE-LESS formula.

When dermatologists tested an extract of the Sacred Lotus seed in skin care formula, the protein repair enzyme, with a rich blend of antioxidants, it had an amazing anti-aging effect on the skin. Clinical tests in the US showed the skin care formula with the ‘Lotus Seed’ extract reduced the appearance of lines and wrinkles, by as much as 50%, and increased elasticity up to 82% over 4 weeks.

Thus germinated the idea of AGE-LESS. The crux being just like the 1288-year-old sacred lotus, anyone can rise from the mud, bloom out of darkness and radiate into the world.

Your feet will thank you now

Mitchell’s AGE-LESS Intensive Deep Nourish Foot Cream softens your feet from the very first use. The cream is capable of hydrating and repairing even the most extremely dry, rough feet. Probably the first with Lotus Seed Extracts to ensure your feet stay younger for longer. It provides the much needed all-day hydration, moisturization and relieves cracked skin on the foot and heel. Its Green Tea Bamboo perfume fights odour all day.

All you have to do is lightly massage all over your dry feet and heels after bathing and leave on for a few seconds before wearing socks or shoes. Can also be applied on clean dry feet before sleeping.

Now that you are ready to put your feet up and appreciate the beauty of it, remember it is going to be raining for the next couple of months. Make foot care a habit and maintain hygiene too. Also make it a regular routine so that your feet can look young and supple for years to come, not just during the monsoons. Simply remember you stand tall only on your feet.

[callux]

Find the Best Foot Beauty Products Best Price

Shop for the best Foot Beauty Products online at the best price. We are your one-stop solution. Thanks to its light formula, it absorbs quickly, and due to its comprehensive properties, the cream leaves skin nice on the touch and smooth for a long time. See More : https://callux.pl/en/produkty

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Bellonia Foot Moisturizing Cream: Your Ultimate Foot Care Solution

Say goodbye to dry, cracked feet with Bellonia Foot Moisturizing Cream, the ultimate formulation for quick absorption and non-greasy hydration. Crafted with natural and safe ingredients, this clinically tested cream is your go-to solution for pampering your feet without worrying about harmful chemicals.

Designed to provide intensive moisture, Bellonia Foot Moisturizing Cream absorbs quickly, leaving your feet feeling soft and rejuvenated. Whether you're on your feet all day or simply seeking a luxurious treat for your feet, this cream delivers the perfect balance of hydration and nourishment.

Formulated with the highest quality natural ingredients, including soothing botanical extracts, Bellonia Foot Moisturizing Cream ensures that your feet receive the care they deserve without any unwanted side effects. Plus, it's free from harmful chemicals, giving you peace of mind with every application.

Experience the difference with Bellonia Foot Moisturizing Cream and step into a world of healthy, happy feet. Say hello to softer, smoother skin and indulge in the luxury of effective foot care. Try it today and discover why Bellonia is the choice for those who demand the best for their feet.

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Uniqaya Foot Care Cream For Dry & Rough Heels in India | Shop With Extra Benefits

Uniqaya Foot Care Cream For Dry & Rough Heels in India | Shop With Extra Benefits | Fighting For | Dry and Rough Feet | Cracked Heels | Fungal Infection

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Shop Uniqaya foot care cream online in India

Shea butter deeply foot moisturizer and softens rough skin, while peppermint provides a refreshing, cooling sensation that helps relieve fatigue. Urea works to gently exfoliate and hydrate, improving the texture of cracked heels and dry patches. Regular use of foot care cream helps improve the overall texture of your feet, leaving them feeling soft, refreshed, and healthy. Whether you have dry skin or calluses, this cream provides the relief and care your feet need to stay smooth and comfortable. Shop Uniqaya foot care cream online in India at best price.

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Soft, Smooth Feet in Every Step

Revitalize your feet with Uniqaya's rich foot cream, specially designed for dry, foot cream for cracked heels. Packed with deeply moisturizing ingredients like shea butter, urea, peppermint and essential oils, it nourishes and repairs rough, cracked skin, leaving your feet feeling soft and smooth. The thick, luxurious cream quickly absorbs without leaving a greasy residue, offering long-lasting hydration and comfort. Ideal for those with dry or calloused feet, the foot care cream for dry and cracked heels works overnight to repair and soften even the toughest heels. Regular use will help prevent further cracking and dryness, leaving your feet looking and feeling healthier. Whether you need a quick fix for dry heels or want to maintain soft, smooth feet every day, this foot cream is your go-to solution for ultimate foot care. Treat your feet to the hydration they deserve!

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new rules

pairing: ex!Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader word count: 2.7k summary: You've been broken up for long enough. It shouldn't be this hard to stay away. content/warnings: smut, angst, Logan's a disaster alcoholic, suicidal ideation, unhealthy relationships, big dick a/n: I didn't expect the Logan bug to bite me, but here I am, horny for this old man, writing a songfic in the year of our lord two thousand twenty four. Dua Lipa's "New Rules" came on shuffle and I needed to make it about our big boy. Thank you to the loml @ozarkthedog for being the best human alive and also for hyping me up, reading it thru, and telling me "it made me actually want to try to fix him" 😅

You’re in your pajamas, toothbrush in hand and moisturizer shining on your face, when the screen of your phone lights up. You wince when you see the contact name.

DO NOT PICK UP

You watch as it rings out, and you exhale when the comfort of the black screen returns.

And then it lights up again.

Just ignore it. Just ignore it.

As you’re spitting your toothpaste into the sink, the screen lights up again, DO NOT PICK UP flashing across.

It’s a bad idea. It’s always a bad idea. 

But as it lights up a fourth time, you hit accept. As you bring the phone to your ear, you already know what you’re going to say; you need to stop calling like this; have you been drinking?; this isn’t going to happen again–

And then you hear his voice. It’s just a single word, and comes out more as a croak than anything else.

“Hi, baby-”

Just like the first time. The third. The five hundredth. It makes you fucking melt, makes your body heat and your stomach flip.

“Hi Logan.”

—

“It’s been too long, sweetheart-” 

“Yeah, well-” you sigh. You know how this always goes. “I told you not to call.”

“But you answered.” 

Even over the line he sounds smug. You wish you could punch him, god, if only. But you knew from past experience that his adamantium bones and entirely unfair regenerative powers would leave him perfectly unblemished, while you nursed a broken hand.

“Sooo-,” you venture, “Is there something you need?”

It was better to play clueless, you reasoned; You weren’t gonna jump the gun. You would make him spell it out.

"Just you, hon,” his voice is low and dangerous and you think you might really hate him this time.

“You know it’s nearly midnight, don’t you? Are you ever gonna call me when you’re sober?”

You hear a noncommittal grunt on the other end.

“What do you want, Logan?”

He takes a deep breath.

“Can I come over? I’ve just been missing you. Been a rough day.”

“No.”

“Please, baby? I need you. Please?”

You close your eyes and exhale. Ten calls ago, you might have tried to hide the frustration, but you’re well beyond that now.

It’s always a bad idea. Always makes you remember the bits of him you miss desperately. Your nights together. How you still fucking love him.

“Can take care of you, princess-“ he pleads.

“I hate when you call me that. And no, you can’t. You can’t even take care of yourself, Howlett.”

He huffs a laugh. “Been doin’ alright a couple hundred years. Keepin’ myself alive.”

You don’t want to say the question neither of you will acknowledge.

Is this really living?

“Fine. You can come over.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

“Motherfucker-! Have you been on your way this whole time, Lo?”

With a snort, he ends the call.

He’s on you before you can even get the door closed behind you. His hands are cradling your head as he kisses you deeply. You were right; he tastes like cheap whiskey. And cigarettes, you realize. Fucking cigarettes. And then you remember– he’s all but abandoned his cigars, as though the pain of losing a vice was part of his penance. 

With an awkward foot you try to hook the bridge of your foot along the edge of the door, pull at it, but instead of closing it you just overbalance, tumbling further into him.

He catches you as if it was nothing, as if he were so innately steady he’d always be there to break your fall.

When he has you back on your feet, he gets right back to it, tearing at your clothing and his, pulling your top over your head, fumbling with the drawstring of your bottoms. He cups your breasts, pinching and teasing, and walks you backwards till the backs of your knees hit the foot of your bed and you tumble. 

Logan tumbles with you, his hold on you never ceasing, and now you can feel how hard he is against you.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

You’ve missed this. Fuck you’ve missed this. What kind of self-destructive dumbass judgment were you letting rule you? 

You need to gain some control back.

“Condom,” you tell him. 

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m not joking, Logan. Should still be in the top drawer.”

He exhales with a chuckle, but pulls his beater over his head and lets you get an eyeful of his toned chest before leaning over and sliding the drawer open.

Then, he rummages around, pulling back with a shit-eating grin. 

In his hand is a roll of condoms, classic fit.

“You got a little boyfriend?” he asks, and you feel your face heat.

“Shut the fuck up, Logan.”

“Now I’m not seeing the Magnum’s in here. You sure you still have them? Or are you so busy fucking dumbass boys with little pricks that you can’t even bother to pick up the phone?”

“The condoms are just in case– better to be prepared– and besides it’s none of your fucking business if I’m sleeping with anyone else!”

“You know I can’t get STIs, right?”

You do know. You remember that first conversation years ago. You grit your teeth.

“And if you’re so worried,” he continues, “I’ll buy you Plan B.”

“Move,” you tell him, and he scoots back so you can look in the drawer yourself. Much to your chagrin, he’s right. Not a single gold packet in sight.

You groan, and he laughs.

You should tell him no. Should tell him that if he wants to fuck you, he needs to go out and get some. Because it’s not even the risk of any sort of transmission, or even the risk of pregnancy that gives you pause. It’s the intimacy. The way you can hardly bear it when you can feel him dripping out of you. The love you still have for him, even after everything. 

The way you know he still needs you, too. More than you need him. But after everything he’s done, everything he’s been through, everything he’s lost– you can’t bear to be another thing he loses, not fully.

But now he’s straddling you, scooting you backwards towards the head of the bed. His cock presses heavy against your thigh, and you’re so overwhelmed by the way he’s pressing kisses along your jaw and nibbling behind your ear, you barely notice as he lifts your hips to pull your panties down. His nails scrape down your back and the angry scratches start to bloom with heat. 

You don’t realize you’re both fully naked until you feel the heat from him press against you, the slick of his weeping cockhead dragging a trail just below your navel, down down down-

He strokes himself twice and lines himself up, pressing against your opening. You wait for the feeling, for the way he always slams inside you, but he surprises you. Presses the tip in and rocks himself gently, easing you open.

After a moment (and hardly a single inch) he pulls out and sits up.

For a gut-wrenching second, you think he’s changed his mind, and how fucking dare him? He’s not the one who gets to back out of this. Fuck.

But then his cock is replaced with his hand, and he pumps himself with his left, while pressing inside of you with his right, scissoring his fingers open, pulling whine and moan and gasp out of you, coaxing you along with his filthy mouth the whole way.

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs, letting out a groan when you squirm against him, “You’re tight as the first time I fucked you. Clearly no one’s been takin’ care of this pussy, huh?”

Two fingers become three, and you’re overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure taking over any rational thought.

“That’s it, honey, open up for me. Such a shame no one’s been fuckin’ you right. Would make you feel good every damn day if you’d let me.”

He rubs against your clit in unyielding circles and pulls you right to the edge. You feel yourself dripping, thighs trembling, and tears rolling down your face, but just as you’re about to cum he stops. He guides your arms upwards and pins you down by the wrists with one rough hand and leans over, caging you against the bed. In a second beat, he knocks your legs wide, baring you fully, and he presses himself in. You’re beyond slick and the glide is exquisite. The feeling of his bare cock pressing into you makes you shudder with arousal. The wiry hairs at the base of his cock grind against you, making you shake. 

He fucks you deep and slow. The drag is exquisite. He pulls almost the whole way out, before rocking back in again, his foreskin adding to the delicious glide. With every thrust he’s burying himself so deeply you’d swear you could feel him in your belly.

“You’re openin’ up so nice, takin’ it so good,” he growls, and you feel a thrill of pleasure bloom through your body at the praise. “Been missin’ this. Miss how soft you feel around me. Have you been missin’ your old man, too?”

You don’t even register he’s asked a question till his palm is swatting your jaw. It’s not painful, it doesn’t even sting. And it does exactly what he’d hoped; it refocuses you on him.

“Wha- What?” you ask, coming back to him, whilst feeling your peak build and build and build-

“Have you been missin’ your old man, princess? 

“Fuck you, Logan.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes-”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I’ve been missing you. Stop looking at me like that, Lo. C’mon now, fuck me like you mean it.”

You can’t deal with him being sincere right now. You need it rough and you need it mean.

It takes him a moment to pull himself away but then he does, obliging as if he can read your thoughts. He pulls out, leans back, hooks your legs over his shoulders, and makes you moan as he folds you in half. He’s pressing so much deeper now than he had only a moment ago. Any gentleness that had been there disappears immediately.

He’s panting, letting out heavy grunts as he slams into you and sweat drips down his temple. 

As he fucks you, he drives into you cruelly but you match each thrust. Every time he knocks you back, you press against him harder and heavier. Make sure it hurts, for both of you.

He’s never been a selfish lover and makes you scream on his cock, cumming three times in rapid succession, each peak that little bit higher. Each peak is a little bit harder. 

You’re boneless and spent. When he cums inside you, his claws shoot out, angrily splintering existing notches on your headboard. Blood trickles down between his knuckles. One drop lands on your lips, the perfect kiss from this mess of a man. Another drop lands on your new linen pillowcase.

At least you got those tide pens. 

You want to tell him off about the headboard–the splintered edges are ugly and ragged. But the fact you hadn’t gotten a new headboard is kind of on you. It may as well be an invitation.

You add a note to your shopping list. Plan B.

—-

You wake up alone in a dark room. The first thing you see is your bedside alarm clock, red blinking numbers telling you it’s 3:12 AM. Then, you hear a rustling in your living room.

You step out to investigate, bleary-eyed, to find Logan silhouetted in front of your liquor cabinet, bottle of amber liquid in hand. He raises the bottle and takes a swig.

Back to this-

"Go home, Logan.” You tell him, and he startles at your voice.

"Baby- I been havin’ bad dreams-” 

You cut him off. "I’ll call you a cab. You’re not staying here, trying to drink yourself to death on my sofa-”

"Sweetheart,” he cuts in, “You know it never sticks-“ 

He says it with a grin like it means nothing, and it’s mean. Makes your stomach flip.

This is the closest either of you had ever gotten to the depths of it all. You’d both been pretending for so long.

You leave the room.

A minute later, you’re back, and Logan has emptied the bottle.

"Get dressed.” You toss his shirt at him. It smacks him in the face and falls unceremoniously to the floor. “Cab’s on its way. You owe me for the whiskey.”

He nods. His movement is loose, and you can see the booze is finally affecting him. More than just making him gutsy, it’s making him sloppy. Every movement is sluggish as he redresses.

"You wanna know why?” He asks, and it comes out slurred.

You ignore him. “I’ll walk you down. Get home safe, okay?”

He nods again. Looks like he’s trying to put on a show to prove just how sincere he is.

You kick his shoes towards him, and help him with his jacket when he struggles.

A horn honks outside, and you both look to the window. When you turn your head back, though, he’s only inches away from you, whiskey-breath across your cheek, and a wearier frown than he’s ever let you see before.

"When I drink I don’t dream-,“ he tells you, “Claws don’t come out.”

Then he kisses you on the cheek, turns on his heel with an unsteady sway, and leaves your home.

You struggle for hours to fall back asleep, the bed suddenly much too big.

You ignore his calls for a week. They come through later and later. Nine PM, ten. Midnight. Two.

And then one night you get a text. 

He’s rarely one for texting, so to see the notification makes your heart speed up and your stomach flip.

DO NOT PICK UP - Attachment: 1 Video

With a single, hesitant tap, you open it.

You’re not sure what you expected. Something dramatic, maybe? Something miserable? You hope to god he’s not figured out some way to make himself an adamantium bullet. It’s a fear that’s bounced around in your head for a while now, but you’d never ask just in case he hasn’t thought of it yet himself.

Whatever it is, though, it has to be something that will make your heart ache and your head spin and–

It’s anticlimactic. Kind of.

It’s just a video of him, phone angled to show him in his steamed-up mirror.

There are dark shadows beneath his red-rimmed eyes, but besides that, he looks as perfect as ever. You can’t see below his hips, but you know Logan and you know he’s fully naked. His body hair is slick, his skin glowing from being freshly showered.

This fucking asshole knows exactly how to get you.

You hit play. 

At first, you can barely tell it’s a video. And then you see the way his arm is moving. He’s holding his phone with one hand, his other casually stroking himself just below the frame of the video.

“You gonna stop ignoring me?” he asks, his voice a throaty purr. “Quit playing games. Get your ass over here and let me take care of you.”

AND, you realize with a twinge, you text with him so rarely, you never turned off read receipts.

Three dots appear and you know that he knows you’ve seen it. 

A moment later, the text comes through.

“Ready for you, princess.”

God, if only it would take more than that.

As if overtaken by a horny ghost, you’re already slipping your panties off and putting on your favorite skirt. 

You’re at his house an hour later. 

You let him guide you. Taste you. Fuck you. Fight with you. 

You let him devour you, and let yourself fall in with him, in with the guilt and the anger and the hate and self-pity.

And fuck, it’s the love, too. It never went away.

[hikercarl]

How to Avoid Hiking Blisters: Tips for Happy Feet on the Trail

Hiking blisters can ruin even the best hikes. To avoid them, it’s important to pick the right hiking shoes and socks. Also, make sure to break in new boots and keep your feet dry. This article will share tips and strategies to keep your feet blister-free on the trail. Key Takeaways Blisters are caused by a combination of heat, moisture, and friction on the skin. Wearing well-fitting, broken-in…