Does anyone have any supportive shoe recs?
My feet are agony at the moment, any pressure on the bottom of my foot is painful and I can barely walk or stand. I think the pain is probably plantar fasciitis maybe? But I also have flat feet and was told as a kid to wear there insoles which never fit in any shoes ever.
The majority of other med students and a lot of med staff wear sketchers and similar things but they seem very cushiony and not very supportive?? But I'm loosing the will to live trying to research this shit
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I taped a sword to my hand when I was younger. This is an argument about goals.
Logic Richard Siken
India, 2013/ Malaysia, 2013/ India, 2013/ Abu Dhabi, 2010/ Abu Dhabi, 2010/ Germany, 1995/ Maranello, 2014/ Germany, 2018/ Maranello, 2014/ Maranello, 1997
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☆ lost in orbit
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings violence [ implied ], unhealthy relationship
{☆} word count 0.6k
She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.
Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?
A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.
Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.
Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.
Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.
You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.
Yet she doesn't.
Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.
It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.
Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.
Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?
Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?
You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..
But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.
And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..
She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.
And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.
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If you're not completely swamped right now? How about y/n with bad eye strain headache from screens and Idia giving them a dark place to rest their eyes? (If you enjoy writing Idia as a pred? I'm not sure on that.)
Includes: soft/safe vore, willing prey, just a nice sweet short one for tonight ^^
★✦Save Point✦★
☆゚.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚
"Ugh.... my eyes..." You moaned in pain.
"Hm? What's wrong?" Idia asked you.
You two have been playing games together all day, you were sitting on his desk while Idia was sitting there on his gaming chair. Somehow, despite being very different in height, you and Idia were friends.
"It's just a headache..." You said. "Y'know, eye strain and all that..."
"Ah... the natural enemy of the gamer..." Idia sighed. "You should just rest somewhere nice and dark for a bit."
"And where, praytell, could I go that is dark in this room?" You sarcastically asked, gesturing around the room. "You have every light on."
"...uh."
Idia looked around.
"I... I uh.... you can, um...."
Idia suddenly looked like he got an idea.
"Y-you could, uh, stay in m-my... my... um..."
The tips of Idia's hair turned pink as he trailed off.
"Ohhhhh, I get it~" You chuckled to yourself. "You want me in your belly, and you're just using this as a convenient excuse, eh~?" You asked in a teasing matter.
"W-WHAT?! N-N-NO! THAT'S NOT...!" All of his hair flushed pink. Yeah, seems you were right. "W-whatever, just..." Idia grabbed you gently, and brought you up to his face. "J-just get in, ok?! You'll thank me l-later...!"
Idia stuffed you in his mouth. A bit aggressively, but clearly making sure he didn't hurt you.
Trying not to think about what it was, Idia swallowed what was in his mouth.
He was right, it was nice and dark in here.
"Thanks, Idia..." You told him.
"Uh... er, yeah, n-no problem." Idia said, before going back to his game. "L-let me know when you're... f-feeling better and want out, o-ok...?"
"Yeah, I got it."
This was nice of him.
You'll have to repay him later, but... with what?
You can think of that while you're resting...
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