Cracked Skin: How to Identify & Treat It
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Why Are My Feet So Dry and What Can I Do About It? - SUCH TV
Dry feet can be a persistent and uncomfortable problem that affects people of all ages. You’re not alone if you find yourself grappling with rough, cracked, or flaky skin on your feet.
Many individuals struggle with this condition, which can be caused by various factors ranging from environmental influences to underlying health conditions. In this article, we delve into why your feet may be…
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How To Treat Cracked Heels And Their True Causes
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Cracked Skin
I am writing this because I need to write a blog post. I need to do so many things and yet I find myself mopping floors and scrubbing dried up food off a highchair. Wiping bottoms. Faces. Picking food out of hair. Toes. Tidying up books, bricks, trains, crumbs, rubbish, over and over and over and over and over and over….
And standing still for a moment, clutching a tea towel, realising with a…
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the world is YOUR oyster. not mine, a kosher-keeping jew.
the world can, however, be my giraffe, which is infinitely funnier.
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Too many people talking about how Hannibal is a dignified control freak and was probably annoyed that Will left a handprint on the glass in his cell and not enough people talking about how Hannibal is an obsessive and possessive hopeless romantic deranged crushing schoolgirl and how he probably walked up to the glass after Will left and pressed his nose against it and cried
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okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??
edit: i started writing it
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i love that false is so incapable in every situation except combat. it is literally hilarious to me. she sees scar flying around above her base, panics, starts running around trying to avoid him with no plan, and frantically realizes she doesn’t even have a bow on her. scar is convinced she’s luring him into a trap. she takes half a heart of damage from each of his arrows because she’s in projectile protection armor but it looks like she’s just build to withstand arrows. this interaction ends with scar thoroughly embarrassed and false feeling rather sad that she accidentally violated the rules of politeness by not dying . i love her so much
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The crowd looked at him with the kind of expression people always wore when they looked at Carrot. It was the face-cracking realization that he really did believe what he was saying. The sheer enormity tended to leave people breathless.
Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
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The most effective and proven treatment for foot corns at home and forever
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S/O giving Homelander a silly gift like novelty socks just because. Do you think he'd like them, hate them, wear them in secret.
Homelander stares in disenchantment, holding the pair of socks up over the gift bag you had presented them in. He should have known by the impish way you were grinning as he opened it—or even the way you wiggled as you handed him the bag—that you were up to no good, but presents have always been his blind spot. He still gets giddy when you surprise him with them.
Maybe that's why you do it so often. He's been delighted by pretty much all of them, but this...
"If this is your way of trying to break up with me, the answer is no," he says dryly, turning the socks side to side.
You laugh, already near tears. He's sometimes envious of how freely and easily those come to you. How deeply you feel your every emotion, the good and the bad, without shame or repression. His lips quirk slightly as you laugh, though he otherwise maintains his unenthused expression.
"So, you like them?" You ask, smiling cheekily.
"They're... certainly something," he says, clicking his tongue.
"Oh, so you love them."
"Have I done something to offend you recently?" He continues, holding them up to you. "Because this—this is hateful," he says, feigning severity in his tone for the way it makes you laugh even harder.
"Put them on," you practically plead, resting your head on his chest.
"Aww, babe," he coos, kissing the top of your head. He whispers against your crown, "Not a fucking chance."
They may be horrifically ugly, but—as he discovers the next day—they're actually pretty damn comfortable.
So long as they're thoroughly hidden under his boots, anyways.
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