#manly feet

[harrysgoldtoes]

2012 ~ Sydney Continued… 🇦🇺

[canisalbus]

you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels

Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.

[theleomarspt2]

Farts and Feet

[mioakem]

just remembered when i was at the hozier concert and these two short bitches behind me and my bestie were saying the most vial shit abt us just cause we got there first and were taller than them

[mensfeetsniff]

Bodybuilder Joey Swoll's sexy legs and feet.

[flutterwar]

ur like if a hacker was a silly little thing i could put in my pocket

you're like if a gigachad was trapped in a body of a girl. you're like if high explosive anti tank was a girl. you're like if princess was a knight!! you're the roman empire of true crime community.

[harrysgoldtoes]

2012 ~ Sydney 🇦🇺

[moinsbienquekaworu]

You don't understand. My little guy. Constant. My little guy.

[amaryllidaceaee]

Fionna and cake spoilers edit!!!...scary jokes:)

:) no letters yet. Oh well!

[justanoldbat]

Ok I know people blur their feet in photos for the hahahas but I have big feet and bills to pay so how are we doing this

[kirajw]

If you paid me to create a character I'd absolutely hate to see Jared Padalecki play, it probably wouldn't be as bad as Cameron Casey aka the toxic masculinity dingus he's saddled with on Fire Country.

I hope the checks are good, because this guy is an absolute shithead, and incredibly dangerous and terrible at his job. I can't root for him. I don't like him, even if his meatsuit is cute.

The dead-brother angle just makes this feel like another heavy-handed theft from Supernatural.

Note to the writers: The last thing a firefighter needs is a FLAMABLE FACE!

[shoveitevil]

not feeling hawk tuah today

[johannepetereric]

The thing about “Hey, if everyone’s against, maybe you’re the bad guy” is that introspection Hurts, and humans generally/usually don’t like being emotionally hurt.

[chiarrara]

my favorite panel from one piece so far:

also really liked how shanks cape looked in this one:

he's very gender. 2 me.

honorable mention for the most batshit framing for a backstory:

so unintentionally funny. I'm sorry.

so far it's very much a cartoon for little boys, very very simple morality, very one dimensional cartoon villains. but it's early.

[specsthesecond]

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You live alone in the woods, really close to the border between Human territory and Orc territory.

You live a life of solitude. Though the loneliness can get to you, overall, you enjoy the quietness. Mostly.

This winter has been brutal, possibly the coldest you've ever endured. Hunting has been particularly hard. Perhaps that's why you thought the ice would hold as you cut a fishing hole in the middle of the frozen over lake.

They say love makes you do stupid things but hunger is the real mind melter. Before you get a chance to scream, the ice cracks and you plunge right into the deathly cold water hiding beneath the ice.

You manage to frantically pull yourself out of the water and onto thicker ice but you can't do anything other than hyperventilate and tremble violently on the frigid surface. You can't will your limbs to move, a stinging numbness renders you immobile. Is this really how you die? Trembling in a fetal position as your enzymes slowly collapse.

In your panicked haze, you can see a blurry figure slowly coming towards you from the Orcish territory. This only makes your fight or flight go into overdrive and currently neither option is viable. The only warmth you feel are the tears seeping out of your eyes and freezing on your wet cheeks. You close your eyes, trying desperately to calm your breaths so you at least die with dignity.

And then you feel warmth. Warmth engulfs your shaking hands and you open your glassy eyes. You have to squint but you can make out the manly features on the stranger's green face. The fear that spikes in you at the sight of an orc so close and the comforting warmth of his hands covering yours create a very confusing contradiction.

You can do nothing as the giant beast lifts you into his warm arms, You can do nothing but convulse and heave as he starts running into the woods, further into Orcish territory and further away from your home.

You try and see where you're going but the whole thing is a blur, before you even realise it you're looking around what you assume is the orc's home. Cobblestone walls, small living area, couch, carpet, fire.

Fire.

Your shaking fingers try to grip the orc's fluffy coat, you would crawl across miles of broken glass just to get closer to that fire. Luckily, you don't need to do that because the stranger brings you closer to the fire and starts undressing you, struggling to pry the heavy drenched layers from your soaked body. You barely have it in you to be bashful or scared, you just need the fire. You need to crawl into the hearth and lay there forever.

He strips you of everything but your underpants, what a gentleman, and takes his top layers off as well, leaving him in only a tunic and pants. He grabs a thick wool blanket from the couch and throws it over your still trembling body. He then bundles you up in his massive arms and scooches as close to the fire as safely possible.

You try and stretch your feet out to the fire, desperately needing to gain feeling in your toes again. If you can't walk, how will you hunt or forage or live. You would have burnt both your feet in the flames if it wasn't for the orc grabbing your ankles and tucking your feet into the blanket with a huff.

The orc hugs you to his chest and rubs your back as you shiver, warm hand softening the goose flesh and lulling your frightened body into a more calm state. It takes a while before your breathing evens out enough to drift off in the warm embrace of this stranger.

You resolve that whatever problems are waiting for you when you wake will be better dealt with after proper rest and recovery.

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[ranticore]

some thoughts about Clothes For Horses

out of practicality the average ironwall citizen wears a blanket made for horses (even if they are not horses). the blankets are bulk-ordered by specialist ironwall tailor shops and modified on the premises, sometimes while the customer is waiting. the modifications lengthen the straps so that they can be easily reached. this is considered okay for casualwear but tacky for formal occasions.

the upper body can usually just wear whatever mass produced human clothing they like. the only item of clothing which is made specifically for these guys is the waist sash (sometimes with an additional cloth drape on the front, which can smarten up an outfit). these are people whose culture has a deep seam of embarrassment at being part animal, and this fact should be hidden if at all possible even though it isn't possible but you just have to try. the junction between fur and skin is always hidden. the orange blanket pictured above is about as skimpy as you could get away with in public. mane hair is usually shaved off for practicality's sake.

for practical work where harnesses and tack are required, these are usually worn over blankets and modified to include no reins/other control apparatus. for those for whom it is possible, horse-shoes are worn on the front feet for daily city life, and on all feet for hard manual labour or any activities/hobbies/etc which require good traction on the hind legs. shoes are usually not made of metal but of a composite into which grip studs can be inserted if necessary. the imagery of hard metal shoes is associated with counterculture movements and sometimes if you wanna look hard you can have your shoes spraypainted to be shiny. barefoot is actually fine in most circumstances

dedicated centaur clothing is stupid expensive because very few manufacturers produce it and the fabric yardage is insane so it is a class signifier. the garment shape & purpose is unisex though due to influence from dominant human cultures in the area, there's still a difference between a Stallion's Manly Robes and a Demure Filly Dress. ideally the full body is covered and the overall impression is of a human strapped to some mysterious shape idk what could possibly be under there. normal human legs i bet.