#foot-pain

[lifestyleforhealthyfeet]

Plantar Fasciitis – Causes, Symptoms, and Treatment

Plantar fasciitis, or inflammation of the plantar fascia, is a common condition that can significantly impact daily comfort. It affects both physically active individuals and those with a more sedentary lifestyle. This article explains the causes, symptoms, and effective ways to manage this condition. What is Plantar Fasciitis? The plantar fascia is a thick band of connective tissue running…

[fantasykiri5]

Ticklish

[kingzombear]

Lil late Golden Duo for FNAFiversary yaaaay 💛

[thethespacecoyote]

contemplating what exactly it was about ford that made bill feel important now

[sirsslvt]

first 10 subscribers get a week free 🤭

[beatcroc]

the real joke here is that i'm pretty sure fake pep is like totally average person height, it's just that the rest of this cast are fuckin pipsqueaks

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette]<-u are here [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[heich0e]

atsumu who hates being alone vs osamu who hates sharing his space

[homicidalbrunette]

Here's 3 minutes of Katya and Trixie acting like an old married couple

[stars-and-branches]

god save me from the dumb shit i say when hit with brain fog

[curioscurio]

quick question, but theoretically, could you use the leftover blood and fat and muscle of a party member who's already dead to revive another dead human?

Like using dragon meat and blood to revive Fallin but with... other humans instead of monsters?

Say for example that dickhead tallman Maximus just got stabbed by living armor but no one really likes him and he's a major scumbag to women, and was so arrogant that he got our lockpick killed too. Unfortunately the half-foot lockpick doesn't have enough fat and muscle to keep going after another resurrection, but... Maximus is a pretty decent adventurer despite his shite personality. He's got a good amount of fat and muscle, and he's already dead anyway. He could easily take a revival or three. We were gonna drop him after this dive anyway, and we really need our lockpick back. We don't even need to take a lot as Half-foots don't need as much comparatively to survive. All we have to do is heal our lockpick and leave Maximus somewhere easy to find! If he's 20 lbs lighter, then maybe he just wasn't a very good adventurer after all. I wonder if this a regular occurrence. I wonder how all those walking human skeletons got there in the first place.

[deadbaguette]

Hektor "i love you so much, i cannot bear the pain."

Andromache "i love you so much i shall bear it for you."

[mirensiart]

Yesterday I made the terrible decision to stretch a lil too much while in bed and got the worst most painful leg cramp in existence, it was sore all day and I had a small limp lmao

I literally just went "wow thank God I'm not sharing my pain with anyone else" and then went "oooh...leg cramps 😈" and added it to my never ending notes of things to torture the boys with in the pain sharing au

[naifaylin-of-syllandesa]

“AFTG isn’t a Slow burn until the second time you read it” ?????? yeah okay what kind of fluff are y’all used to reading on AO3. I was recommended that series by a friend, Andrew decked Neil with his exy racket 20 seconds into the book, and followed that up by tHE most sexually charged scene between Andrew and Neil in the elevator and I was at lunch with that friend that same day demanding answers as to when they were getting together. How did nobody see it coming until the 3rd book ISTG for the love of queer coded characters they had more tension 3 chapters in to the book than Keith and Lance had 6 seasons into voltron and that drawn out queer-baiting pile of bullshit

[clockwayswrites]

"Do you have a place to go back to?"

"I did, once. No… that's not right. Whoever I was before did. I'm not… I'm not him anymore. Whatever place that was, it isn't mine."

"There might be people who miss you."

"No. They miss the boy who died. I'm just the pieces that are left."

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

part 1 | part 2

Continuation of Shae + the woodworker (who I should probably give a name).

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, foot injury, blood, treating injuries, painful healing

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Shae doesn't remain unconscious long. He wakes in a flash of agony, with a harsh gasp. He's back on the table, the human leaning over him and dabbing something onto his injured foot that stings so fiercely it's as if it is being pierced through all over again. Shae can't help it; he thrashes and fights to try to get away from the feeling, scrambling backwards on the table until he bumps up against the side of his shoebox-bed.

"Whoa, hey, careful!" the startled human reaches for him quickly, too quickly. The sight of his hand flying towards him sends Shae into a panic. He starts to hyperventilate, and the man's hand slows and curls around him so, so gently. His thumb strokes Shae's cheek and he can't help but be calmed by it. The past several days have been harrowing for the little faerie and he longs for comfort and safety, so much so that he will lean into the hands that are sure to hurt him eventually. For now, they are careful and warm.

The human eases Shae back down onto a towel spread out on the table. "Easy, now. I know it hurts, but it will help keep it from getting infected." He quickly finishes cleaning the wound and is quick to wrap Shae's foot with thin strips of gauze. "There...better?"

Shae nods, though his leg is twitching from the pain that continues to radiate up it. He bites his lip, trying so hard to hide how bad it truly is, fearful of being deemed too broken to help. But before he knows it, he's softly pleading, "make it stop, make it stop..."

"Hang in there," the human mutters. He goes to grab some more things - a bottle of pills, a hammer. A chill wracks Shae's body at the sight of the hammer, thinking of all the terrible things it could do, but it never comes near him. The human uses it to crush one of the pills down into a powder. Then he takes just a pinch of the powder, mixes it into some water, and draws some water into the dropper.

There are so many things that it could be, could do to him. He doesn't have time to consider them all before the dropper is pressed to his lips. Shae opens his mouth and lets the drops of bitter liquid trickle down his throat.

"It's medicine," the human promises.

And so it is. When it kicks in, Shae feels it in his bones. It dulls the sharp edges of his pain and he can finally breathe again. He lets out a long sigh of relief, and all his muttered words turn to "thank you..."

Shae remains still and quiet while the man finishes checking him over, including his broken shoulder. He set its healing back significantly with his failed escape attempt. Now it is swollen and tender, and when the human treats it with an improvised little ice back, the sting of cold feels like a punishment. He was reckless, he should have waited to leave, and now he is paying the price.

Soon, the human returns him to the shoebox-turned-bed. Shae sinks into the soft flannels and closes his eyes, welcoming sleep with open arms.