#(reopening a wound)

[valtsv]

But I have promises to keep—and miles to go before I sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about VAL listening to Shrue's radio speech when she confronts Carson, and wondering just how many times she listened back to that recording while waiting for him. Did it bring her some comfort, to listen to someone else's last words as she waited to speak her own? Did she feel a little less alone, keeping company with another ghost that hasn't realised it's already dead?

[yo0hankim]

it was just a bad dream. hes okay. hes okay

[noforkingclue]

Shot (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Summary: after you got shot you wake up in a familiar place with a dangerous man making you a dangerous promise

Warnings: mentions of getting shot

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You had been trying to get out of bed when Tommy’s voice cut through the silence. You looked over at him and a ripple of pain shot up your side. You let out hiss of pain and flopped back against the bed. Slowly Tommy walked towards you and lit a cigarette.

“What happened?” you asked

“You don’t remember.”

“Bits…”

By now Tommy was at your side. He sat down on the bed and looked away. He drew in a deep breath before blowing out a thin stream of smoke. Neither of you spoke, the silence thick and awkward between you.

“You got shot.”

You looked sharply at Tommy’s voice. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Why?” you asked

“You… got caught in the crossfire. You weren’t fucking meant to be there.”

Ah, yeah, that.

Finally Tommy looked down at you. There was a hard look in his blue eyes and you shrinked back against the mattress. It was unusually soft. Softer than your one. Softer than a hospital bed. You frowned and looked around the room before realising where you were. You had been in it many times before. Slipping out quietly before any of the other Shelby’s, including Tommy, were awake. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to wake up in his arm but it would make things complicated. More complicated than they were already.

“Why am I in your room?” you asked

“Safer.” came Tommy’s automatic reply

“I should be in hospital.”

“We had a doctor see you over.”

You tried to sit up again but cried out in pain. Tommy leaned closer and pulled back the covers slightly. You suddenly felt vulnerable under his gaze. He trailed a finger against you and when he held it up it was red.

“You tore your stitches.” he said

You looked down. Your blood was seeping through the bandages and the sight made you feel a bit queasy. Surprisingly gently Tommy lowered you back against the bed.

“It only scratched me.” you said

“It could’ve been worse,” he said, “a lot fucking worse and I’m not going to let that fucking happen to you.”

“Tommy-”

Tommy leant over you and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He brushed his thumb against your cheekbone.

“You’re going to stay right here,” he said, “where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you won’t fuck things up again.”

You locked gazes with him and your breath hitched at the intense look in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that you so loved but right now they burned. They burned with a promise that whoever had done this to you was going to pay.

“But my stitches.

“I’ll get a doctor, love.” he said, “but you’re going to stay right fucking here.”

[kittykatninja321]

Actually there is something so choice about how the narrative around Jason’s death pre-ressurection spends so much time reassuring Bruce (and the audience) that Bruce has no culpability and that Jason was hopeless and even at times tries to convince us that actually Jason wasn’t even really his son so Bruce didn’t fail as a father, he did the best he could really. Bruce doesn’t owe him anything. This could be seen as an attempt to distort history in order cope with Jason’s death, but this narrative is never actually challenged, we’re meant to take it as truth. And then Jason comes back and drags Bruce by the ear and goes actually no bitch you do owe me something you owe me a death. Bruce doesn’t get to wash his hands of him. Jason forces the issue, he refuses to let Bruce walk away clean. Good, he shouldn’t <3

[sulky-cabbage]

Seeing gojo's body throw true form Sukuna around is doing things to me oh my god

[littleblood]

[destinyesque]

[stydixa]

EMMA STONE AS OLIVE PENDERGHASTEASY A (2010) Dir. Will Gluck

[hawkinsbnbg]

apocalypse romance

prompt: dress | word count: 350 | rated: G | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

Steve staggered as a wave of dizziness washed over him. When he blinked his eyes again, he saw Eddie hovering anxiously above him.

Weird. Since when did Eddie have a twin?

“Steve? You still with me?”

“Y– yeah,” he croaked out. “‘M fine, though.”

A lie. If it wasn't for Eddie following him out here, he knew the fall would've knocked him out cold.

At least, the others were too busy preparing for the final battle with Vecna to notice his absence.

He winced when Eddie carefully helped him sit up.

“Oh, that's not good.”

Groggily, he shifted his gaze to see Eddie frowning at a bloody hand.

“It's not my blood,” Eddie met his eyes briefly before reaching down to touch his abdomen tentatively.

Confused, Steve glanced down as well and realized the front of his t-shirt had been soaked.

“It's yours.”

Turned out, the bats had done more damage than expected. And Steve's tendency to ignore his injuries didn't help at all.

Fortunately, he managed to convince Eddie to not alert everyone about him.

Except, on one condition: he had to let Eddie treat his wounds.

“Hurt?” Eddie paused when Steve grimaced.

“A little bit,” he admitted quietly, feeling his tummy warm while watching Eddie patch him up gently.

He had seen those hands do many things, but dressing his wounds was still a first.

And oddly enough, the sight made his heart flutter.

Once Eddie finished and put the quick aid kit away, instead of stepping back to let Steve hop off the bathroom counter, he boxed Steve in with his arms.

“Think you should return me the favor, Sweetheart?”

It was meant to be a joke, but Steve still glanced up from under his eyelashes coyly.

“Will a kiss be enough?”

Eddie looked shell-shocked for a moment, but Steve's nervous smile had dispelled his apprehension.

“Two kisses,” Eddie leaned in until their lips were only a breath away.

“Okay,” Steve hooked his hands behind Eddie's neck, beaming. “Two kisses it is.”

In the end, Eddie had taken more than that. But no one heard Steve complaining.

[vicioustoker]

the first part of in memoriam before gaunt enlists breaks me in ways i can't even begin to explain what do you mean gaunt was looking at ellwood on the bridge heart breaking for so many different reasons (the white feather who was just given to him, the war, being labeled a traitor, ellwood being so close yet so far) and his thoughts went straight to "the bridge should break in half under the weight of us. i'm cracking up" five minutes ago you were drinking yourself into oblivion and now you're crumbling to pieces and turning into a poet because your best friend who you're not in love with and who's not in love with you pressed his lips to your cheekbone

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 22- Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopening Wounds | "Oh, That's Not Good"

Hero put a hand up against the brick of the alleyway wall for balance, their other hand clutching their bleeding side. Their wound must have re-opened during the fight. They lifted their suit up, and sure enough, red seeped through hastily-applied bandages.

It would take them a while to get home and re-dress their injury. Hero was just about to turn and head that way when they felt a sharp prick in their neck. Instinctively, they reached up and felt around, pulling out a purple-banded dart.

“Oh, that's not good,” Hero mumbled.

They dropped straight to the ground with a thud, and then it was lights out.

…

Hero stirred to the distant sound of humming. They groaned and let their eyes flutter open. A dimly lit basement came into view. They felt a light pressure on their side. Hero looked down and saw-

“Vil’n?” Hero slurred.

“Mhm,” the criminal replied, then going back to their humming.

“What're you doing?”

“Putting my punching bag back together,” Villain answered, “because it obviously doesn’t know how wound tending works.”

As Villain spoke, they weaved surgical thread in and out of Hero's skin, pulling their injury shut. It had been cleaned, and they must have given Hero some sort of painkillers beforehand, because Hero could barely feel the needle sliding in and out, in and out.

“There,” Villain said, finishing.

Hero went to touch the spot, but their hand was stuck fast behind them. They went to move their other hand, but that one wouldn't budge either. In fact, now that they got a look at themselves, Hero realized they had been heavily tied to a chair.

“Didn’t want you squirming,” Villain explained, noting Hero's alarmed expression, “and I wouldn't be much of a villain if I didn’t take advantage of the situation a little bit.”

“So you’re not going to let me go after this?”

“Ha! Let you go? Hardly. You have no clue how to take care of yourself, I'm amazed you've lived this long. No, you'll be staying here until this heals. Properly.”

“You can’t just keep me in your basement for… how long do gashes take to heal?”

Villain gave them an incredulous look that screamed, “you're proving my point for me".

“For your information, I won't be keeping you in my basement for the duration of your stay. I've made arrangements for you in the guest bedroom. Try anything though, and these ropes will look like child's play compared to what I restrain you with.”

Hero gulped. They knew Villain meant it.

“But what about my job?” they asked timidly.

“Oh come now, Hero! The city isn’t going to fall to wrack and ruin just because you're not running around in costume for a little while!”

Villain produced a knife and began to cut Hero free. Once that was done, they escorted Hero upstairs to their guest bedroom. It would be a while before their wound healed completely, and Villain was prepared to do anything to keep Hero resting until then.

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[whumpshots]

Whumptober #22

Trope of the day: bleeding through bandages / reopening wounds

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“Shit,” Whumpee hisses as they feel the warmth spread and soak their bandages. Their fingers come back wet with blood when they touch the bandages around their abdomen, feeling the same sensation on their arm.

Caretaker will rip their head off …

But Whumpee had no choice than to hurry and warn the others, phones are still dead and screaming would’ve made things worse.

Cold sweat is on their forehead as they hurry towards the other building, glad that they managed to put on some dark clothes so they cannot be seen so easily while being outside in the dark.

Only a few more steps …

Swallowing hard, they take small break when they are finally inside, feeling the pain throbbing as they pull their stitches walking up the stairs. Hopefully they are not bleeding too much, otherwise Whumper’s men only have to follow their blood trail.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, Caretaker says once Whumpee pushes open the door, out of breath, adrenaline leaving their body, making their knees weak. Reaching out for Caretaker, Whumpee is caught before they can collapse.

“They found us,” is all they have to say, Caretaker already pulling them into the other room to check their wounds.

[ganondoodle]

watching a video of someone playing an older game (not even THAT old) and constantly having to hear them go 'omg can you imagine how much more pretty and good this would be if it ran at 60+ fps with highest end graphics of the current modern games and in 4k???' over and over while also commenting on some graphics looking slightly muddy and how ugly and shitty 30 fps is

and i just cant help but get incredibly annoyed at that, cant you just appreciate the game for what it is?? the constant focus on smoother everything and graphics so detailed it looks faker than the real world is such a limited view on games- more polygons and higher res textures doesnt equal better ffs

i, and i might out myself with an unpoluar opinion here, but remakes are in my opinion often rather unecessary, just rerelease the old game, just make it avaible for people, officially, you dont have to reprogramm the entire thing!! maybe upscale it a little so it doesnt get stretched into a blurry mess if possible but even that i will work with no problem!! there are cases where its pretty much an entirely different game (FF7?) and i get seeing one of your fav old games get some new paint can be really cool, not arguing against that- what i dont like is that those remakes replace the original as that isnt made avaible, only the new version- like i wish i could play windwaker on my switch, but i cant stand the "HD" remake of it and i know if it ever were to get ported it will only be that version like the original doesnt exist anymore and my earlier point that many people consider more fps, more polygons, more resolution as automatically better

i dont need games to be running at 60+ fps, 30 is enough, sure id like it to run smoothly on that without huge drops, but when its stable 30, why would i need more? more often than not i prefer simplified graphics bc they often focus on the most important parts of what they are trying to achieve or work with an interesting style to compensate and i LOVE THAT, also id like to not have to download 100+ GB even when i would turn it on its lowest settings anyway, save me the space- and that is if i even got hardware that can run it at all, my computer struggles with slime rancher and i dont have the funds to buy the newest consoles nor computers

im not against remakes per se, but the fact that the old will more often than not disappear entirely and remain unavaible forever and that higher end graphics are automatically seen as better drives me nuts

[bumblingdragon]

Whumptober day 22 - Reopening Wounds

picking

[kittykatninja321]

Thinking about how Bruce treated Jason’s legacy after his death is kinda pissing me off and the only consolation is knowing that whatever peace Bruce created for himself by warping his memory and telling himself that Jason’s death was due to his own recklessness and anger in order to cope was greatly disturbed and shaken by Jason’s return. Pain and suffering on planet earth <3

[usefulquotes7]

I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me. Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It