#(we changed medications)

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your sentient Kaiju suit too often ,,,,

[mcflymemes]

please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

[wolfram-but-art]

i may or may not have made full designs for mercs in an rp i'm doing...

rb > likes or smth

misc + og designs under cut :thumbs up:

here's them before i started colouring

most of these are pretty gimmicky on purpose, also i changed a cuple of stuff here and there

for the sake of the rp i designed these kill feeds (more or less inspired by those chat devices someone made for dsmp that one time) (it's a little primitive, but it only has to be functional)

there is a v.2 which has the form of a watch (you can see it on sniper, spy and engie) (it also has a mode where instead of sending notifications it vibrates, thought it would be fun for sneaking) (maybe it even has a walke talkie function, yk, for team comms) (i didn't draw but it's all fictional anyway)

i kept some on my hcs in these ddesigns too, like engi's and Pyro's special goggles and tails and

i also removed Medic's lab coat because... well... he doesn't have it on...

i removed Sniper's facial hair too because i ended up hating it hfsgfe

there's also this uh,, thing i made

(yes, i made spy look and pose like that on prpose lmao)

[multiheadcanons]

I KNOW A GUY

scout: need a car pushed? need a free house sitter who won’t steal your shit? need a good playlist in thirty minutes for a very specific situation? need a group of guys in front of your place in an hour? need something delivered quickly under the radar? need someone jumped in a back alley? need a body buried? he’s your guy.

soldier: do you need a body buried? need someone’s nose broken? need some extra limbs of unknown origin? need a free bodyguard at the club so you can have a good time alone? need a free accidental hitman? need someone who will make you feel good about yourself by making you feel bad about yourself? need your gutters cleaned on your house? need someone who will come literally fight the monsters under your kids bed? he’s your guy.

pyro: need a body buried— well, cremated? got a financial emergency in which you can’t afford? need a sugar parent you don’t have to sleep with? at your nephews party and spider-man didn’t show up and now you need someone in a costume at this house pronto? need a gift for your nephew because you forgot to buy one? pyro’s your person for the low low price of kindling.

demo: need a drink that will make you experience ego death? need a ride for your bitch of an aunt so she never asks you to do anything ever again? need connections to a guy who sells peculiar cuts of meat from peculiar animals? need someone to get cussed out, for no reason? need a structure demolished in ten minutes? need someone who’s got vintage vinyls for sale? he’s your guy.

heavy: need your car pushed? need a meal made for fifteen? need someone handled? need an emergency ride to the hospital in the dead of winter? hell, need anything done in the dead of winter? need something out of a tree? need a tree cut down? need a plant sitter while you���re out of town? he’s your guy.

engineer: need your car’s computer replaced at a fraction of the cost? want someone’s tesla booted permanently? need a custom built prosthetic? need security cameras installed? need your wifi restarted? need someone who can cut a key in two minutes? need someone who can pick a lock in less than five? he’s your guy.

medic: you need some boobs? need some boobs removed? need to add or delete a penis? did you run out of testosterone or estrogen? need a binder? need a packer? hell, need a supplier for your side job of drug dealing? need a new kidney? need an abortion? need a hysterectomy under the table? need some unethically sourced body parts of unknown origin? all for the low price of free and don’t tell anyone? medic is your guy for all things medical. he does not care, he will just keep whatever he takes.

sniper: you need a body double to go with you to the store? need a guy who can do intermediate addition and subtraction without a calculator? need someone stalked? need a guy who has nothing but free time to get in an online queue and wait all day to buy your concert tickets? need a ride to and from said concert? he’s your guy.

spy: do you happen to need an armchair therapist? need access to a book in one library across the country? need a rumor spread like the plague? need someone handled? need a body buried? need a thirty minute etiquette class before you go on a date? need a new cook after you killed the last one at the restaurant? he’s your guy.

[envolvenuances]

mentioned Ibe in the previous post so in case anyone doesn't know him he is a doctor who makes medical illustrations showing black people.

and my personal favourite:

[coatl-cuddles]

Happy New Year here's a 5 minute doodle

[sillysecretwriting]

Sometimes I love just how nonchalant doctors informing you that you have been diagnosed with a life-altering chronic illness are. Like when I got diagnosed for POTS, the doctor asked for my symptoms and had my tilt table test results already which I had had to wait a month for. And this dude (doctor) is just like, "So you have POTS, here are some things to do". He did not tell me what that meant in terms of my life, whether it was permanent or not, or which symptoms aligned with that (I have more than one chronic illness, so that would have been very helpful in seeking other treatment), or tell me if he was going to follow-up. And so I asked, "Will it ever go away?" and he was like "Well, sometimes people feel better in their forties". Like great, I have at least two decades and probably the rest of my life being incredibly disabled with this illness that I was pretty sure I had, but you are confirming it for the first time, and you don't seem to care enough to actually explain what that might look like. That was a day I finally had to confront what the rest of my life would look like for me, but it was just another day in his life and he certainly acted like that.

The healthcare system is weird.

[overwhelmed-alien]

Firefighter Bradley/ER Nurse Jake AU:

(How they met in the Navy)

Mav was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill him for getting killed when he promised his godfather he wouldn’t. When he’d signed up for the Navy thirteen hours after he turned 18, he had promised Mav he would stay safe. Honestly, though, Mav should have known better than to ask, being retired Navy himself. And with his husband still a high ranking Admiral. Sure, Ice was more of a desk jockey now, but he’d been in plenty of scrapes and dangerous situations to land him that cushy office job.

He coughed, bringing up probably a little more than sea water. The broken rib shifted and grated under his soaked tac vest. He could hear screaming, the rest of his team barking orders. He vaguely heard Smith bellow “hostages secure, where the fuck are those medics!”

Being a Navy Seal was the coolest job ever. You got to save people’s lives, and look super badass while doing it. But Bradley was beginning to wonder if it might be hazardous to his health, what with him lying in a puddle of grease, ocean water, and, well he didn’t want to think about the other thing. Ice had specifically said “don’t do anything stupid,” during the phone call before his team moved out. Ice was gonna kill him too, probably.

The thing is, okay sure, what he did WAS stupid. But his team wouldn’t have gotten access to this hijacked ship if he hadn’t done what he’d done, and dammit if that’s not a hill he’d die on.

He snorted, coughed. The hole in his side right under his vest throbbed continuously now. He was being jostled roughly. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear the pulsating wooshwooshwoosh of a helicopter close by.

“-shaw? Rooster! Hey, come on man!” A quick glance told him Ramirez was at his side, pawing at him. The slap to the face was too much, couldn’t a guy die in peace? Come on. “Lem’lone.”

“No can do, brother. Play nice with the medics.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. No can do to that, either. Medics were pompous assholes. Oh, look at me! I’m really smart and I can save your life with a plastic straw and a roll of duct tape. Ugh.

The jostling was back but he didn’t bother opening his eyes again. Until he heard a dulcet - southern? - some kind of country ass twanged tone say “is this the dumbass that blew himself up?”

Bradley took offense to that. “I blew the side of the boat up. I was just there when it happened.” Is what he meant to say. What came out was a pained mix of vowels and consonants strung together in a, frankly, pitiful moan.

“Hey,” the twang was back, closer this time. Something swatted his cheek and he frowned. “Hey, eyes on me Lieutenant.”

He opened his eyes just to glare meanly at the guy he was about to tell off. The words died in his throat.

Oh God.

He’d already died, hadn’t he?

He’d died and this was the angel who was taking him to Heaven.

Bright sunlight shown directly behind this angel, shading Bradley’s face from the harsh rays. It lit up the fiery blond hair from behind, casting him in a hazy gold glow. Green eyes gazed down at him, little frown lines between light brows. Huh, who knew angels wore fatigues?

Makes sense, though.

His angel was talking again, perfect teeth and pretty pink tongue flashing. He had the cutest nose he’d ever seen on a man. Well, maybe angels were non-gender specific, he didn’t know the anatomy of heavenly beings.

Bradley reached out and touched the angel’s nose to see. The green eyes crossed. “Hey!” The voice finally cut through the murkiness in his brain. His hand was caught and placed back down at his side. “No boops til the second date, man. Stay still.” His vest was forcefully yanked. He grunted. Somebody said something about a TBI. He used to know what that meant.

“Eyes open, Lieutenant…where’s your” - he was jostled again, the angel glanced down at his chest - “Bradshaw. Eyes on me.”

Easy peasy. He could look at this angel all day long.

Curiously, the angel’s gold skin pinked at the cheeks. “Angel, huh?” The angel huffed, and then he smiled.

God, angels were beautiful.

“You know, Bradshaw, that was really fucking stupid, what you did.”

The curse took Bradley aback. Angels of the Lord said fuck?

“I mean it was really fucking brave, but really fucking stupid. We were watching you, y’know? On the side of the boat. What the hell were you thinking, huh? When it happened, when you went into the water? It took four fucking minutes for’em to find you and bring you back up. You were almost shark chum, you fucking idiot. You saved those people. Damn.” The twang in his voice got heavier as he frantically worked over Bradley’s body. He could feel warm hands on him. He wanted to feel those warm hands on him for the rest of his life.

The ground under him shook with the sudden, sucking force of an explosion…somewhere.

He could hear screaming, cursing. Where was his team? He closed his eyes. A solid, heavy weight fell over his body a half second before he felt bits of debris raining down over him. When he opened his eyes, the angel’s pretty face was an inch from his, breathing in the air he blew out. The angel was lying on top of him, covering, shielding his body with his own. And from the words he was screaming in Bradley’s ear, was decidedly not happy.

“-damn shit fucking mother FUCK! Shit! Sanders, help me with him, we gotta go! Fuckfuckfuck-“

Bradley frowned. He didn’t want his angel to be unhappy or scared or angry. He ached to hold this beautiful being close to his chest and keep him safe and happy forever. The pitiful whine escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Hey. Hey, hey Bradshaw look at me.”

Those green eyes were back on him. Warm hands framed his chilled face. He could drown in those green eyes and warm hands and he would be content.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna get you outta here. You just keep those dopey cow eyes on me, okay? I got you. I got you.”

Bradley had never felt more at peace, even as he slipped into darkness. What harm could come to him?

His angel had him.

Bradley:

Jake:

[diyasgarden]

if you're an american who lives in a place where your reproductive rights may be on the line and use a period tracker, please delete it. i'm not the first person to say it, nor will i be the last, but i will repeat it for hours if needed. this is the time to delete it.

with the results of this election (specifically in congress) many have already acknowledged the effect it will have on access to abortion in this country. rightly so, but it is important to remember that this isn't a solitary issue. at the core of the abortion debate, is an inherent discussion on the self-autonomy of women's bodies. the republican's party disguises it's qualms with this autonomy as qualms on abortion, a procedure which they know draws up strong sentiments across political, socioeconomic, and racial lines. by creating legislature that bans abortion, these states are crafting a legal basis to go after any procedure regarding women's health. you may think this is point of view is extreme, but it's a process we've already seen unfold when alabama threatened the right to ivf earlier this year. banning abortion has never been the end goal, but simply a starting point.

do what you can to take care of your health. and if that means deleting anything that could comprise you, please do it. many of these apps have been instructed to share their data with the state and some already have. it is simply not worth the risk.

and please know that regardless how it may feel right now, there are doctors who stand with you. doctors who will work for you. if you are blessed with the ability to pick your healthcare provider, be intentional with it. find these doctors because they are the ones who will have your back more than any politicians ever will.

[dykedvonte]

Reading MW takes on Twitter is like reading a summary of the Bible from someone who only watched like a Family Guy family special about it

[kirby-the-gorb]

[yantisocial]

CYCLICAL COMPULSIVE IDENTITY APPROPRIATION DISORDER FLAGS

i FINALLY got around to making the flags/symbol for this mud :D (tyvm to this site for making that easier).

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CCAID-B

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[skunkes]

i may be stupid

[dr3comebackera]

Daniel Ricciardo on his Zandvoort crash, surgery on his broken hand, recovery process, and return in Austin

Tom Clarkson: "Now you mentioned the elephant in the room, Zandvoort. FP2, Turn 3, what happened?"

Daniel Ricciardo: "I *awkward laugh*, I mean I obviously can remember it very clearly, since I didn't hit my head. Erm, but, so you come through, turn, I guess it's Turn 2, and it's over kind of a crest, but then you stay quite tight, because, then the line for 3, you ride the top of the banking. So you know, you're not taking a conventional racing line, so you're not like looking at the apex, you're looking at the top of the corner, pretty much. Like, as a driver, we're always looking ahead and normally like at the apex, but the way you exit 2, you then kind of look straight ahead and pick your braking point."

DR: "So at that point, I'd exited 2, I hadn't seen any yellows, nothing like that. And then by the time I've looked and braked, I then looked where I need to turn, and I see Oscar. This all happened so quickly, but I remember, I can, obviously I'm picturing it in my head now. So I remember, okay, the line we take is high and by this point I'd braked, so I'd already committed, so I knew the speed I was going. My only choice was to take the high line, but I could see his car was at the top of the track. So there wasn't enough room for me to pass through the high line. I'm going too fast to take a low line, so it was either, probably look like a real idiot and crash into him, or try and just slow the car as much as I can, and likely just crash into the barriers, which is what happened."

DR: "But yeah, because it was all, I guess I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do, by the time then I'd committed to just going straight, I hadn't then realized, 'okay, take your hands off the wheel.' And a lot of us still don't do it, because crashing is not natural. And it happens so quickly, because you don't plan to crash, so a lot of the time you don't kind of have, yeah, the time to be like, 'okay, I'm crashing, what do I need to do? Brace myself, okay, take my hands off the wheel.' Sometimes you just don't have the luxury of time."

DR: "So, that was it, I hit the wall. I've only watched one replay, but I just don't, I don't want to. Basically, when I've gone in, I'm pretty sure like the right front, it's just the angle, right, the right front would've grabbed the Tecpro [barrier] first, and then that's, like, pulled it in, so it's, it's like I've turned really hard right, the way obviously it's grabbed the wheel. So because the wheels then turned so quickly, I've basically lost grip, so it spun out of my hands, and the bottom of the [steering] wheel, which is pure, hard carbon, has then come up and basically karate chopped my hand."

DR: "So then, you've got the shock of the crash and then adrenaline, so I've come on the radio, and I'd, I think I'd been like, oh sorry, like I've crashed or something. And then, is he like 'oh, you alright?' or 'can you continue?' and I was like, 'no, the car is damaged.' And then, I could feel my hand, and I was like, 'ow, my hand, my hand.' And then I just, it started to, like the pain just went, obviously ramped up really, really quickly, and I feared that something was bad. So, as I'm, I wanted, I was like, 'I need to get my glove off, I need to get my glove off.' And as I'm pulling my glove off, I remember, I was thinking, *awkward huffy laugh*, I was like 'if there's a bone through the skin, I'm gonna pass out.' So that's all, I was just like 'please, please don't let me see anything gruesome.' I'm not good with this stuff, I'm sweating telling it, like I'm serious. I suck at this.

TC: "Have you broken a bone before?"

DR: "I broke my arm as a kid at school, throwing a tennis ball. Anyway, yeah, another very random accident, and I didn't need surgery, that was like a long, long healing process."

DR: "But yeah, so, alright, so I've pulled my glove off, and I, I could see it was already quite swollen, but no bone through the skin. I was like, 'okay.' But then the pain just got so bad, so as soon as I jumped into the medical car, I was *long pause* making a lot of noises, because I was in a lot of discomfort. So I knew that it was not good. I knew immediately, obviously, I wasn't going to race on the weekend. Like I didn't need a doctor to tell me. I feared it was a broken bone. I think the first thing that really kind of just made me sad, was I just had a very, very productive summer break. I felt really, really good physically, and I was just, yeah I was just ready to go. And this just felt like an unfortunate setback. But I was just more worried about surgery and all that, because I'm, again, I'm a bit of a wuss.

TC: "What happened next, I mean, you went down to Barcelona, to Dr. Xavier Mir, who is renowned in the MotoGP world, for mending those sort of breaks. I also think he was, didn't he help Lance Stroll earlier in the year as well?" "Yeah" "So who put you in touch with him, or did you know him already?"

DR: "So from the medical center, we went to the hospital there in Amsterdam. Got scans, and they're like, 'yeah, it's broken.' And by this point, it's the size, like, looked like an elephant stepped on my hand. The doctor there said, 'look, I would recommend surgery.' He's like, 'you can have it here, but you probably want to wait anyway a few days for the swelling to go down. Speak to whoever you need to speak to and obviously you can have your surgery wherever you want, I'm just going to give you my advice.' So then we reached out to Lance, we reached out to, well Jose, a friend of ours who works with Alpinestars, so he knows all the MotoGP guys, and he, he's Spanish as well, so he knows. So he, I think, put us into touch with Xavier Mir, and then, yeah, Lance was like 'go to him' as well. All signs were just pointing to, this guy's done this too many times, just go see him. Like, like don't even bother, just go there.

DR: "So it was, it was a blessing and a curse because, *laughs* he does a lot of MotoGP guys, who, are not human. They are not. It's fact, they are not. So, I think there's an expectation of me going in there, he's like 'oh, F1, MotoGP, same! Not human, don't feel pain.' 'No, doctor, I feel pain. I'm going to cry for the next 48 hours whilst I'm in this hospital.' So it was just funny, they, I think, you know, all the doctors and nurses and that who were helping me, and they were great, but I think they were, they were just quite, they would laugh a lot, because I would wince and pull away and ask questions every needle that went into my arm. Erm, so I think they just thought I would be tough like a MotoGP rider, but I am not."

TC: "I'm sure you were."

DR: "No, no, trust me, I'm not. The break itself was quite significant. It was a shatter, like it wasn't like, oh you just break it clean down the middle. I think it was in eight pieces or something. So it was also, for a bone that can be quite a simple one, it wasn't too pretty."

TC: "So it's your pinky that was being affected by it?" "Erm, well..." "On your left hand?"

DR: "It's like the outside of the hand. So that's the bone I broke, in between like the wrist and the pinky, like that knuckle. So like along the outside there. But even me just rubbing my finger over the top of my hand, hurt like crazy. Maybe I just feel pain more than others, I don't know. *laughs* But er, sorry, I just want to, just let's also say one thing. There was also the reality where, yes, I would moan and complain because I don't like the pain. But it was a broken hand, so there was also a part of me which was like, 'look, dude, yes you're in pain and it's going to be a bit of a process, but people have worse injuries, people have bigger accidents.' So don't get me wrong, I also tried to reality check myself through it all, and I think that's what made me quite, like remain quite positive."

TC: "You missed five races, you came back for Austin. Was there any talk of you getting back earlier, maybe for Qatar?"

DR: "So I knew, I was doing physio every day, and I was, I was doing what I could to come back as soon as possible. But I also wanted to make sure, and I think, you know, Red Bull/Alpha Tauri were really good with this, I wasn't fighting for a world championship, like it's not like, dude you need to just drive through immense pain and just get a point, you know because this is your titles on the line. Like it was, let's make sure you do this and heal properly, and get the right treatment, because also you've got, hopefully a second part of your career which is going to be long and glorious. So it was just, don't compromise anything that you then have a bum hand for the next two years of your career, three years, whatever. So it was good, I could just do it properly."

DR: "Qatar was talked about, I went on the sim the week of Qatar, on the Monday, but I couldn't, er, yet, drive with the full force of the steering, like so we would like bring the feedback down. Er, I just couldn't grip it and do more than like two laps at full strength. So it was very clear that Qatar was out of the question, and also for me to come back and like, yeah, I don't know, not drive at my best and then, no, that no one benefits. I don't benefit, the team doesn't. So er, it was that, at that point we're like, let's just go all in for Austin and make sure I'm good for that."

TC: "And Liam was doing a decent job as well"

DR: "Exactly, he was doing well and there was also, I think Red Bull were great to give me a contract whilst I was injured, to give me a contract for next year. So I, I had that-"

TC: "That was very significant, wasn't it?" "Yeah" "They actually signed you long-term when you were on the sidelines?"

DR: "Yeah, there's so much about being back in the Red Bull family this year that's felt good and right, and I think that was such a, yeah just such like a big thing for them to do that. I think obviously it showed they have a lot of faith in me. It also put to bed if anyone was like, 'oh you know, is there still any issues from their previous relationship years ago? Like is there any carryover tension or whatever?' Like, for them to do that, I think it was very much like, he's our kid and we're going to support him because we believe in him and- So that was really nice."

TC: "So you come back for Austin, and were there any ill effects there? Because I mean, that's a quick track, sector one in particular."

DR: "Er, no, like in, in short no. Erm, I think the race, I got into it quickly and, and, and I was actually honestly expecting more pain in Austin. I was expecting like every kind of bump or kerb I'd hit would be like 'ow, ow, ow.' But it was okay, and erm, I think it was just an endurance I needed to build so like, towards the end of the race, I could feel like my grip strength was maybe not as good as at the start of the race. But honestly, I was, I was fine. And I think that was another thing, I didn't want to get back into a race and then be like, 'yeah I could have done better, but you know, my hand was not up to full strength.' Or like, I was like, this can't be an excuse, and it wasn't, so it was all good."

TC: "And Daniel, you were never going to miss Austin, right?"

DR: "No, I couldn't. I would've loved the result to be better, but no, I couldn't miss Austin.

TC: "The track, the place"

DR: "Yeah, yeah. I love it."

[phightingconfessions]

shout out to all the support mains!! ILY!!! You're phighting's strongest warriors 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏don't let the fast and impossible to heal skateboards and biografts get to you, you carry the team by default

TRUE!!! SUPPORT MAINS ILY <3

[anotherpapercut]

literally insane seeing "experts" hand wringing and losing their minds over the "mainstream" memeification/general approval of the CEO shooting by acting like it's the exact same as your average school shooting or whatever