#supermarket falls

[thislilstangirl]

something about namor calling shuri princess makes me feral and i need to get that off my chest. because yes, that is obviously her title and he is the type to respect titles, but his accent, the way it can double up as a term of endearment…i’m rolling, screaming and crying on the floor.

#but let’s be honest tenoch can read me a phone book and i’ll be falling to me knees at a supermarket #namor x shuri #namuri #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever #seaprincess #shuri x namor #feral posting #nashuri

[jay-wasreblogging]

Everyone saying after the Reichenbach falls that Watson will go on a break, but what if he starts to document his grief and mourning?

#What if he does take a break but comes back within weeks and tries to do it without Sherlock? #What if he realises it's not the same without Sherlock and starts breaking down on the podcast? #what if we hear the mic dropping and then muffled sobs as mariana comes in to console hin? #what if we hear snippets of him trying to live in 221B but lose it at every bullet hole? every chemical stain? every furniture? #what if he cant go to the supermarket anymore because the pasta sauce jars are too much for him? #what if- #sherlock & co #sherlock and co #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #goalhanger podcasts #the final problem #the reichenbach fall

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Just saw an interview where Antonio Banderas said he is willing to pass down the torch of Zorro to another actor for the third movie if it happens.

And since Zorro is like the vigilante hero of Mexico, please I beg the heavens, the movie producers to have him pass it to Tenoch.

Like I don't think I have to elaborate???

Tenoch in an all black outfit, riding a black horse, he already looks good in hats, now with a black mask???

While he dances, swordfights, saves his people and then gets to be the ultimate ladiesman????

PLEASE DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN MAKE THIS HAPPEN TO RESET OUR WORLD 😭😭😭😭

#but let’s be honest tenoch can read me a phone book and i’ll be falling to me knees at a supermarket #tenoch huerta needs to win an oscar #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta #mask of zorro #antonio banderas #namor #shuri x namor #mcu namor #namor x shuri #king namor

[cherriesandcharms]

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#i know my social anxiety has gotten really really bad over the last few years #and aside from work. the supermarket. and some random spurts of courage #i dont leave my house #and i used to joke about it #but i am worried that my panic is actually falling into agoraphobia at this point #and i dont really know how to go about fixing it

[yemme]

Just from this interview alone D.O. doesn't have to speak for another decade. He's given me so much of himself this interview... of his personality. Effortless vocals doing what he does. Enjoy.

03:46 - Ed Sheeren - Supermarket Flowers

09:40 - IU - Through the night (snippet)

10:37 - Sung Si Kung - Every moment of you (snippet)

14:36 - James Arthur - Falling Like The Stars

20:53 - Na Yoon Kwon - Expectations (snippet)

23:40 - F(x) - Goodbye Summer

#exo do #exo do kyungsoo #doh kyungsoo #EXO #Leemujin Service #Youtube #Ed Sheeren - Supermarket Flowers #IU - Through the night #Sung Si Kung - Every moment of you #James Arthur - Falling Like The Stars #Na Yoon Kwon - Expectations #F(x) - Goodbye Summer #LeeMujin got him good... hilarious...

[willowfey]

what do u do on days u wake up feeling empty and the only things that stir smth up in ur brain and body are memories of times/places that are long gone…. like what am i supposed to do with that….. i don’t feel like a person today i just wanna wake up in my childhood bedroom and smell the way it smelled in winter but i can’t do that so i just go through my day feeling vaguely nauseously unsettled and untethered…. and that doesn’t feel fair but i don’t know what can be done about it

#i know i sound like a broken record but i miss my trees. i miss feeling like i’m home. i miss feeling safe in my body. #i miss the owls and doves that fill the morning by my grandma’s old house and the smell of the co-op and the river #and the way the mountains look surrounding the valley. protecting me. #i miss the feeling of my hands on the window in winter and reading my favourite books for the first time i miss chris i miss my old bed #i miss myself. i feel like i’ve been lost for years #sometimes i wake up distracted and i fill my brain with anything i can find and i cheat the system and i feel things #for a little while. if i keep moving fast enough i forget that i’m lonely. i forget that i’m lost #but sometimes i stop and it catches up to me and i have to sit on the floor #sometimes i realise how far from home i am in every sense of the word and i feel like a child lost in a supermarket #except this time no one is coming to find me if i just stand still #i wake up and everything i can think of that would make me happy is a mirage #i wake up and the music isn’t enough and i want to start pedalling backwards and i feel like i’m floating very fast downstream #and there’s a waterfall looming somewhere in the distance and i can’t grab a log #im not gonna fall off. nothing is ever bad enough for anyone to worry about me drowning. but i am still very wet and very far from home #so what. do. i. do. ? #when i was a kid we lived in a house that had a very large oak tree out front (this was before the house with the willow tree) #at the base of the oak tree was a small fairy pond. we moved in during winter and it was frozen solid and u couldn’t see anything in it #but come spring it melted and we discovered the fairy pool was chock full of marbles of all colours and sizes. hundreds of them. #it was so thrilling to know they’d been waiting for me all winter to find them in the warmth. where are the marbles now #is anything waiting for me? is anything hiding in the frozen pond? #@the universe: i need a little help now pls. pls send me something small and colourful i wasn’t expecting. hundreds of them. or just one. #i am open to it all #because i can’t go back in time and smell my childhood bedroom in winter. and i will not go over the waterfall. so bring me marbles #~ signed yours truly. ps tell the trees i’m still the same

[robinsnest2111]

any decent quality Bluetooth headphones recommendations? otherwise I'll see about getting a pair of Marshall headphones I saw yesterday...

#they have decent reviews especially from rock/metal fans 🤔 #and since i have a livable income now i can upgrade from my decaying sometimes malfunctioning philips headphones #<- got those on sale at the supermarket for 20 bucks in the depths of the pandemic i think. they're troopers but they're past their prime #the head and ear cushions are literally falling apart and i gotta angle them just right so there's sound on both sides

[28dayslater]

another thing i keep seeing lately is men saying shit like like “women have such high standards but we wholesome sweetiepies fall in love with any woman who’s nice to us 🥺” and it pisses me off beyond belief like please if you’ve ever tried to interact with a man while ugly you will know that’s simply not the case

#these bitch women demand we do x y and z but we fall instantly in love with the cashier at the supermarket 🥺🥺🥺 #yeah bc she's pretty. if she looked like me you wouldn't think twice about her existence

[glaivegirl]

you have so many beautiful things to say please keep talking forever

you are kind and supportive of the unraveling thread whose fibers unwind then like bolts of lightening striking forward, a beast lunging for the kill, the blood rejoicing when completed by the jagged teeth

also just based on vibes alone you seem like youre a solid 10 with brilliant mind and an intoxicating body and a heart and soul that god would let into heaven no matter what, you can tell your local priest 2 verify

#but forreal im so glad you liked all that #you deserve a storm of indulgent pleasures #or like a day off work or something #hell yeah #tackles you to the ground into the supermarket display and runs because im scared of whatever happens if you do that #we go our separate ways after i let you take the fall #ten long years you never said my name #i owe you my life but youll never forgive me #a good chunk of time passes #were both older now #we write letters #you have your brain implanted into a mechanical beetle that lives for a hundred years #its nice having you around and you seem a lot less tired now #you were in the early days of the hypercomputer bug life operation but you really proved it was you #i never could get over how you started to squeak like a bug #but like i said that was in the early days so they didnt have to register them with the feds and thats how we gave president tom clancy #yeah that tom clancy #we kill him using the bug technology in this overlong weird response to your sweet message #but hey maybe this is a little weird but for a minute there we killed the president of the united states who writes mid spy thrillers #weve been through so much at this point i feel i would be swinging around cred i dont deserve if i didnt admit here and now that i never did #read a tom clancy book nor do i really want to or expect to ever be willing to so i dont know his work and i never really will but i have #a strong feeling it kinda sucks and i intend to follow this blind hunch i have until someone shuts me down with a powerful and virile argume #argument in his defense and even then that may never happen

[bopinion]

Could someone please tell me...

...why human evolution apparently stopped?

...why there is often not enough time to be on time?

...why I always have trouble falling asleep when I have to get up especially early?

...why I only notice after supermarket closing time that the dishwasher tablets and vacuum cleaner bags have run out?

...why there is more good weather on weekdays than on weekends?

...why no one has taken on the task of doing an inventory of the basement for me?

...why shirts do not iron themselves?

...why one notices his increasing age especially in the morning?

...where my son has misplaced his key?

...why there are more questions than answers?

#thoughts #aperçu #funny #please #evolution #humanity #being on time #not enough time #falling asleep #getting up #supermarket #dishwasher #vacuum cleaner #good weather #weekdays #weekend #inventory #ironing #increasing age #misplacing #questions #answers #tell me

[markrothkono61]

I carried a metric ton of luggage up three flights of stairs. Do I win something. Surely there is some sort of prize

#prize = exhaustion + waking up sore tomorrow #i know it’s a bit pointless to liveblog my whole day but i am soooo tired from the trip i will go insane without my silly posts #i also have to go to the supermarket to get uhh #water and food and other stuff people need in their daily lives #and honestly if i could fall to the ground and drag myself to the supermarket like an overgrown worm instead of walking there #i would do that #i walked so much already #so so much #okay it wasn’t that much but to my defense #i was carrying my baby elephant-sized suitcases #so it Felt like a Lot #mine

[gideonisms]

I should get married for convenience just like this girl in the show. My brother and his wife pay under $500 a month because he had a friend who wanted to help out a lovely newlywed couple. Well I am lovely. Who wants to marry me for the benefits (financial)

#life of #if i found someone to conveniently fall in love with and sleep in the same room with i could go from paying 1000 to 500. #only problem? well i hate circumstances and speaking to people i fake enjoyment of my social encounters 90% of the time irl. #anddd i really think about gay necromancers more than the average person does. like there is a lot of brain space devoted there #much more than is devoted to anything practical. #i burned frozen chicken dumplings today! #oh wait! #good qualities: i can bake bread somehow? i can patch a tire. change a tire. solve ur tire related issues #certified pest extinguisher! pest removal in every living situation i've ever been in #do dishes pretty frequently now #know how to make rum and coke. will probably not notice if your habits are strange #dogs love me children are ambivalent to friendly towards me #i would be delighted to proofread all your papers and ask questions or make suggestions if wanted #have never started a fistfight in the supermarket despite really really wanting to #hot if you squint! #wife material come get me!

[xtrablak674]

Barefoot in the Night

[Originally posted on Ello on 7 November 2017 Journal Entry by @trevor_brown_artist]

As I released my bladder and aimed the flow of water I heard a "HERE", I looked over my right shoulder, not sure why since I live alone and the sound sounded like it came from a speaker.

That couldn't be my plug-in speakers, because they were unplugged and my Bluetooth was powered down, more importantly neither of these speakers was anywhere near me in the bathroom which is the farthest room in my studio apartment. I am not sure if it was "here" or if it was something else, but it wasn't the splashing of my voiding in the water below, that was the only thing I should have heard.

Forty one degrees, the lowest temperature to date that I had traversed to the bank and to the supermarket had been sixty, this morning we would try out this real winter temperature and see how I fared. Albeit, there is that word sneaking into my writing again, I seriously use it at least once a day, I really need to reach for the thesaurus the next time this word comes to mind. Damn it, now I forgot what I was going to 'albeit' about taking the time to follow that last thought off an artistic cliff. Clearly it wasn't that important.

Bundled up in layers a scarf and a hat. I slipped my sneakers into the purple bag Mr. Berry bought back for me from Thailand and headed out the door. This had been my first time leaving the house since I think Friday and since I was so well stocked and now the heat was on, I was not apt to leave the house at all. I still had a moment around five thirty to go up to the roof and check to see if number five was open, it wasn't. Those roof checks I don't really see as leaving the house, I equate going out of my front door, which still has a broken pane as 'leaving the house', and this time I was only going to do three things, take the trash out, get my cash benefits from the bank and restock my groceries.

I preferred to do these things in the cloak of night because I was more apt to interact with the minimal amount of people. It is funny I live in one of the most populace cities in the world and I make a consorted effort at avoiding interaction with other carbon based bipedal lifeforms.

Speaking of I come across a nocturnal quadrupedal of the feline species, I think my silence scared it. I also stopped to see what she would do, she thought this wasn't a good situation and turned around and headed back out into the street. I called out to her to watch out for the traffic.

My thoughts wandered over my last conversation with my brother, when I had told him that I walk to the supermarket barefoot twice a month, he had thought it not safe because of debris. I told him what kind of neighborhood do you think I live in. The block I walk down has four million dollar brownstones, you know they make an effort to keep their sidewalks clean, and particularly since my destination is in the direction of the more affluent neighborhood everything is actually better maintained the closer I get to the Slope.

Cold, that is the big difference in cooler weather. I actually loose sensation in my feet due to cold weather. Which is perfectly logical, so I decide to slip into my sneakers when I get to the bank, after the nervous hello I received from the doorman on the corner. Loss sensation is hustling backwards, I go shoeless to feel more sensation. I allow my feet the warmth they need as I head to the supermarket. The bench of the Hungry Ghost is empty I am guessing it is too cold for the homeless man who I have seen there the last couple of months to be out, I am not surprised. Silently I hope that he's doing okay.

In the supermarket I instantly realize I have abso-smurfly no appetite. My diet of the last week of pre-sliced cake, oatmeal and pasta has left me quite full. I knew that I wanted to diversify my diet tonight so I grab about six of the pre-made dishes, so edamame, microwavable bacon, chicken nuggets which were on sale, margarine also on sale (for my pasta), Entenmann's Pop'Ems three for $9.99, I get one box. As I pass the dairy section one of my favorite seasonal beverages calls to me EGG NOG, and they have like six different kinds, I decide against the pumpkin because of the orange dyes and I go with the vanilla egg nog, which will make an excellent sweetener on my oatmeal. The last things I pick up as I approach the register are some dried mangos slices and some dried cantaloupe slices, which I call my healthy snack, when I truly don't have any idea whose healthy these pre-packaged dried foods are.

Back outside I decide to walk the first block in shoes and take my sneakers off after that. I notice a car idling across the street with its hazard lights on, I still proceed to slip off my beige Puma ninja sneakers. I slip them into the top of my very full bag and step out into the street which is covered with a few autumn leaves. My second brain thinks, who cares what they think they are your feet.

Other than a biker I at first mistaken for a delivery person my trip back home is uneventful. Barefooted I walk up my carpeted stairs into my darkened apartment, put my bag down, disrobe then put my groceries away. I haven't been up at this time in a while I feel like I should go back to bed, but that experience in the bathroom inspires me to capture the moment before I loose it. Groceries in their place, I sit my bare ass in my Herman Miller chair, pull my laptop closer and begin to write.

[Well its 2024 right now, and '17 was seven years ago, so much can happen in seven years. The brother I mention is now dead of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease from his excessive smoking, making his children partial orphans. I recall telling him many times to take better care of himself so he could be there for his children, but ultimately his personal demons won out.

I am no longer on public assistance, us parting ways a little after my time with the Census, the first job I had in these seven years. Listening to the things on my grocery list I had to be heavier but my weight yoyo's all the time, sometimes I am up sometimes I am down. I still try to have outdoors barefoot time, mostly in the park, not recently on the neighborhood sidewalks.

I also enjoyed my voice in this journal entry, in fact I always enjoy my written voice, it's very close to my spoken voice and the thoughts in my head, not that I think this is a special skill. I just like to be clear and plain in my meaning and nuance. Curiously I am still avoiding people, now only leaving the house for my walks around the park during the week, or grocery runs if the weather is warmer, otherwise just deliveries.

There has to be something behind my wanting to avoid folks, I think part of it is avoiding judgement and unwarranted stares. People don't realize even without saying a word, they speak volumes, and I am just at a point in my life where I don't want either verbal or non-verbal responses. I just want to be, to exist un-faltered by anyone's notion of who or what I should be.]

[Photo by Brown Estate]

#journal entry #solitude #barefooting #barefoot #late night shopping #supermarket #brooklyn #fall #walking

[modpoppy]

does Lemonhead count as mold person 🤔🤔🤔🤔

#some guy with a lemon for a head who is actually just the consciousness of the mold growing inside said lemon #head falls off in front of Lemonhead in a supermarket #Lemonhead panics and puts the lemon (head) on to avoid confrontation #mold consciousness is sorta still there? its all connected??? #????????????????? #timposting again

[tulsatrot]

Naturally Cyprus

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#Cyprus #Family Travel Cyprus #Giant Black Pine Tree #Larnaca #Metro Supermarket #Mount Olympus #Myllomeris Falls #Pano Platres #Polar Bear Plunge #Troodos Mountains

[suguann]

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

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