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xtrablak674 · 1 year
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Barefoot in the Night
[ Originally presented on Ello 7 November 2017 in a Journal Entry]
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.
[Photo by Brown Estate]
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happyheidi · 2 days
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𝖸𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗋
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I love places where I can walk around outdoors barefoot. makes me feel like a persistence predator
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abductsanxiety · 1 year
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Had to draw this after he did his little cowboy move in the last episode
(Vash Version)
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plumbewb · 1 month
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ok i seriously love this cutie, he's a raver <3
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thetypingpool · 2 years
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Going completely insane because I never noticed Stede was barefoot when he went back! He was BAREFOOT 💀
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scarapanna · 2 months
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Last AU WIP of the week!!
This is gonna be one of the most difficult frames to finish lmao
Also the quality is extra crusty but that's okay/silly
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[More rambles undercut]
Long story short this thing has prespective and BGs since I barely do both and it's good to practice, but on the downside it's gonna be taking a long long time to do (tldr I re-sketched the panel to make linearting easier)
Finished 1/6 panels so far tho!!!
The others are simplier other than the first two so I should take as much!!
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xysidhequeen · 7 months
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Equilibrium
So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.
It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end. 
The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves. 
They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.
The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.
The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later. 
But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.
Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer. 
Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.
Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected. 
Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women. 
Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.
The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went. 
No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.
Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.
So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'. 
The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic. 
Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished. 
Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists. 
But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?
Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless. 
Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said. 
They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late. 
It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread. 
The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative. 
'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers. 
More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. 
Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again. 
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lika-chu · 9 months
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piosplayhouse · 1 year
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I want an entire extra svsss chapter about bingmei realizing bingge married SHA HUALING of all people. I think he'd throw up
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exeggcute · 4 months
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posters and prints are always deceptively cheap but then when you start shopping for a frame... that's when they get you
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solargeist · 1 year
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minish cap link design minus the hat bc he is hard to draw and i wanted to show link’s lil ponytail
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yabakuboi · 20 days
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post season 4 eddie lives, eddie's heading to harrington's house for the third annual post apocalypse brunch except eddie hasn't slept much and his bed is ITCHY right now so he goes a little (probably way) too early
it's robin who lets him in but behind her is steve just walking by buckass naked and eddie gapes and then stares at robin who he was pretty sure was a lesbian and robin kinda stares back like ??? what??? before it clicks
"OH yeah he just does that, don't worry i thought he was a huge pervert for a while but no he was just raised by wolves STEVE PUT ON PANTS WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS"
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3dprintcess · 2 months
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The Punishment. Taskmaster s3e05.
Alex with his shoe and sock off for his punishment of accepting Al Murray's bribe. Especially amused that his sock and shoe is kept on the trophy table by Greg's statue.
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loveableabomination · 18 days
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Being ace but also being people-pleasing enough that I think I'm not ace cuz I like to make my partner happy...is a mind-fuck.
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springsteens · 27 days
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all those posts about lying on the grass sound great but then I remember all the bugs and ants that would creep up my legs and arms... no thank you... :)
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