#uncomfortable
Feeling very uncomfortable in my own skin today someone send me good vibes please before I drive myself insane #uncomfortable #selfie #girl #innerturmoil #help #goodvibesonlyplease #ipunchedawallbecauseihatemyselftoday
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Uncomfortable bondage is so much fun.
then just leave her there for a couple of hours. Otherwise It wouldn’t be fun ofcourse.
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Oddities Note: These make me uncomfortable
Strange/funny/akward/creepy things happening to me at the Meal Center (that’s set up like a restaurant) where I volunteer sometimes
-Some man went “Are you muslim?” And i replied yes and he proceeded to tell me about his muslim friend and asked me if I know her
-A man ate like 10 plates of the meal which was pretty hefty. The funny/awkward part was that I asked him if he wanted dessert like 5 times cuz each time I thought he was done but he kept asking for another meal
-A man came up to me, uncomfortably close, and talked to me about something but I dont even remember what he said because I was only thinking about the fact that he’s too close
-A man came up next to me, literally standing next to me like a foot away, and asked me if it got hot because of my hijab
-This one man suddenly asking me really loudly “Are you Pakistani?!?” And when I nodded yes he turned to the person next to him and said stuff in Spanish. And I could’ve tried to listen and see what he says (I understand some Spanish because of school) but I knew he was talking about me and I didn’t really wanna know what he was saying
-One man I swear I 95% heard say sketchy stuff like “picked the lock”, “the things were in this room”, and “looked through apartments”. The same guy was talking about jails later and why people are in jail
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Outgrowing your clothes when pregnant? That’s expected. Outgrowing the driver’s seat of your car? Much less heard of, but possible. Outgrowing your bathtub?! That was a reality Lana was on the verge of facing. Massively pregnant with 25 babies, her skin was stretched past its maximum, and she kept growing. Unable to walk without assistance, lounging in the warm water was the only thing that took some of the weight of her back, and at this rate, it wouldn’t be an option in the coming weeks…
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There she stood, four years pregnant with twins. You can tell by her expression that she’s exhausted. Her belly massive with two overdue babies, and filled to the brim with amniotic fluid. She waddled slowly toward the door, the sides of her tummy brushing against the doorframe as she passed through it. Already out of breath, she padded her way to the bedroom before taking a seat, the mattress creaking loudly under her immense, pregnant weight. Tomorrow she was trying a new induction method… hopefully it would work… unlike the other 50 she’s tried…
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She felt really cute today, as she should! She looked adorable, her full term belly poking out, wrapped in a striped dress, she was ready for a night on the town! And it would be her last night out for a while, she was getting induced tomorrow! She was SO excited to meet her twins, but also was going to miss her belly. She looked the part of a mom-to-be, and kind of reveled in the attention it got her. Don’t get her wrong, she wasn’t going to miss the swollen, achy feet, in fact she’ll be happy to even see her feet again. But she’ll always miss the cute exchanges she’d have with her friends over her belly. The tummy rubs and pats and people saying encouraging things into her midriff. Good thing she planned to have more soon!
Hon… could you help me? I dropped the remote… and it’s impossible to bend over like this… please? I know you just sat down but these guys are really heavy… Yeah I know I’m only 13 weeks along but LOOK at me babe! I’m huge! Please? I promise I won’t drop it again. I’ll need your help through this, you know. I’m only going to get bigger… God help me when I hit the third trimester…
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This is the only top that fits me anymore… it’s supposed to be a dress! It’s supposed to go down to my knees! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do?! I was due 3 months ago but I’m still growing! I can barely get up the stairs anymore… and I’m eating myself out of house and home… The other day I made a cream cheese and rotisserie chicken sandwich! Sure it was… half because of cravings, but it was also half because that’s all I had to eat! Going grocery shopping is just so much effort, and it’s only getting harder… I hope I can give birth soon…
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Another day, another inch to her waistline… or at least that’s how she felt. Being 60 weeks with a singleton was no easy feat, especially when the kicks and squirms are all the stronger. Being pregnant by time-and-a-half was miserable. Her feet were constantly swollen, even when propped up, and while she was always hungry, her stomach was so squished she couldn’t fit more than a few bites, leaving her constantly grazing. She felt and looked huge, and she couldn’t remember the last time she sat with her legs together. She sighed and eyed her belly, wondering if it would be empty before she hit the two year mark…
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This was what it really looked like. This is what hyperpregnancy did to a belly. It’s not like on DeviantArt, where everything is smooth and shiny and blemish free. The reality was much harsher. The skin could only stretch so much so quickly before things started to give. Stretchmarks started to appear, veins started to pop, navels started to flatten out. Her belly was so reflective it almost looked wet, but it wasn’t, that was just her skin. The first trimester had been a rough one, and here she sat, staring in awe at her own growing midriff. She consumed thousands of calories a day to sate her growing hunger. She used to try covering her belly, but at the rate it was growing, it wasn’t worth the busted buttons. She already looked full term, and still was only a third of the way in. Doorways would shrink, clothes would tighten, waistbands would snap, and she would keep growing. This was the reality of hyperpregnancy, and this is what she’d go through in the months to come.
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Oh god babe… this is…. this is too much. I feel like I can barely breathe with this much growing inside me. My legs are forced apart by the girth of this thing… and I still have another four months to go! I’m having trouble so much as standing up with this thing and I’m going to get even BIGGER! If I’m going to get through this I’m going to need your full support. I need food, foots rubs, help getting around, you need to be by my side through this. I’m strong, but I need help. Make sure I’m full of food and well taken care of, and I think we can make it to my due date.
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ILLEGAL GALLERY PRESENTS: OUTSIDER ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: MIROSLAV TYCHY
“This last master of the 20th century photography was only discovered some 6 years ago and left a radical and unorthodox body of photography focussed on the female figure. After studying at the Academy of Arts in Prague, Miroslav Tichý withdrew to a life in isolation in his hometown of Kyjov, Moravia, Czech Republic. In the late 1950s he quitted painting and became a distinctive Diogenes-like figure. From the end of the 1960s he began to take photographs mainly of local women, in part with cameras he made by hand. He later mounted them on hand-made frames, added finishing touches with pencil, and thus moved them from photography in the direction of drawing. The result are works of strikingly unusual formal qualities, which disregard the rules of conventional photography. They constitute a large oeuvre of poetic, dreamlike views of feminine beauty in a small town under the Czechoslovak Communist régime.”
Source:http://www.tichyocean.com
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I love that when you hug an animal and they’re clearly uncomfortable, they’re still polite enough to let you hug them. It’s the animal equivalent of letting someone kiss your hand instead of shaking it.
For example:
People who duplicate letters for the unstressed syllable in a word like LOVEEEEE instead of LOOOOOVE make me uncomfortable.
- Our cleric, making the first roll of the entire campaign (it was a nat 1)
So… I was playing a one-shot with my friends and we were trying to kill this gorgon with increased hit points. I’m playing a wood elf ranger, and we have a gnome bard and a half orc rogue. Everyone is getting *garbage* rolls including the DM. Nothing but 3’s and 7’s. At this point we’re trying anything, and my friend who’s playing the half-orc rogue made the terrible mistake of asking us what we thought she should do.
Rogue: Guys, what should I do?
A small moment of silence.
Me: Go for double penetration up its ass with your daggers.
Rogue (laughing): Ummm… ok?
Bard (losing his shit): If you get a nat 20…
Rogue gets a nat 20. She then proceeds to rip its asshole apart. She was using 2 daggers and was getting sneak damage, so she rolled 2d6+2d4. She rolled 2 sixes, a two and a four, and then doubled it because of the nat 20. She dealt 36 damage and brought it down to 4 hit points. We go through another round of everyone missing their attacks, but then the rogue rolled an 18, which was enough to hit.
DM: So, how do you want to kill this thing?
The rogue then made a big mistake.
Rogue: Any ideas?
Me: climb inside it and kill it from the inside.
She did exactly that.
Dm: I’m not describing that… it’s dead… everyone roll a constitution saving throw to see if you throw up.
We all failed.
And that was how we saved the village.
