#Injury TW

[sonic-adventure3]

me and the worstie reliving our worst and best and most mundane memories together hope this doesn't force us to form a deeper understanding of each other. Inside the phantom ruby we're both trapped in.

[hmshermitcraft]

Skizz has a big heart, real big. And this manifests a lot in physical touch. However, it's hard to give hugs when you're an angelic being and your best buddy is an imp.

It hurts Skizz to not be able to give Impulse hugs, kisses, high fives, the whole nine yards- just because their biology refuses to let them. It comes full force when Impulse recoils in pain after Skizz hugs him on impulse.

While everyone comforts Imp, Skizz immediately retreats into his base and refuses to come out.

It was hard already, but now being in the same proximity as Impulse all the time... It's even worse. It really feels like, in Skizz's brain, he needs to touch somebody to show his love. He knows that's not true - Impulse knows he adores him! But it's not safe for Skizz to be around him when he's so desperate to be physically affectionate.

It's Tango who ends up finding him. He ignores Skizz's grouchy calls to go away and plops right down next to him. And then he commiserates, because he gets it. When Tango gets too hot he burns. And that can hurt people. And it's positive emotions too!

It's not a solution. And eventually Impulse will realise Skizz has vanished and hunt him down until he forgives himself. But right now, Tango and Skizz can enjoy being miserable together for a while.

[battle-subway-ghost]

so what do you do when you have a mild back injury and need to sleep on an actual bed that's good for your back. but the bed you have is so firm its like sleeping on a stone slab? I am not allowed to do heavy lifting until my back is healed.

[strtravels]

While the chair wasn’t much more comfortable than the ones in the waiting room, he could feel his body relax more and more – the tiredness coming with it, while the rest of the adrenaline was washed out of his bloodstream. The crash. It always happened. One thing that countless missions had taught him. There always came the moment when you managed to sit down when things were over, and you would start to struggle to keep your eyes open, even if finding sleep had seemed impossible only half an hour ago. – Half an hour ago, he had still thought that he would lose her. No time to think about sleep or at least resting, as his mind had run and run and run, coming up with the worst scenarios as he stared at the door of the waiting room, HOPING for good news.

But even with the good news, there was still no time for sleep now. HE SAT UP STRAIGHTER, to keep himself from getting too comfortable, and nodded slowly at her words. “Kate – I…” Didn’t quite know where he was going with this sentence. A confession or just asking for forgiveness? Couldn’t shake the feeling, after all, that Kate wouldn’t be here if she had taken an active soldier. He had played a dangerous game with her life and just because he had been lucky, didn’t mean he couldn’t see the mistake he had made. Punishment. Retribution. He wouldn’t be able to make up for what had happened to her. No matter what he did, the scars would still remain.

Raised a hand; pushing the curls out of his forehead, and shook his head slowly, as if that was the rest of his sentence. What else should he say? HE COULDN’T SAY WHAT HE WANTED. The wrong moment. The wrong words…

The distraction was welcome, even if it was her trying to sit up, too. A hand instinctively reaching out to her; a soft touch to the good shoulder, as if she needed him to tell her to sit back and relax. As if he didn’t understand how hard that was now. After everything. And with everything still waiting for them. – At least some of the worries he saw himself able to take off her shoulders again.

“ – I’m sure Vikram knows, Kate. He knows this had to be a hired force. They didn’t have their own agenda against us… And we will find out who hired them and what they wanted.” Because that was another question, wasn’t it? Had their only motivation been to kill as many of them as possible? Had the target been Kate? HE FURROWED HIS BROWS and then got up out of the chair.

“ – but I’ll get a taxi back to the Tower and talk to him immediately. – You should get some rest… but I can call you later. Keep you updated…”

 ❝ I can see there's no need for me to keep on about it....you've punished yourself enough. ❞ It was all a jumble in her head. Now. Then. Today. Yesterday ...... Three months ago when he'd been sat in her office watching her slam the receiver down after that phone call from the Ministry of Defence had gone awry. She couldn't remember what'd she said afterwards, a sarcastic remark thrown out into the open to vent her frustrations, but what she had said wasn't what had mattered.

He had laughed in response, and that one moment, a singular laugh reverberating across the space between them? That had her freezing on the spot. That laugh had slipped itself through the wall of professional boundaries she'd put between them and lodged itself somewhere in her rib-cage like a piece of shrapnel. She'd gone home that same night, poured herself a glass of single malt, nursing it in the darkness of her own living room as she contemplated the fact that she was in love with Lieutenant Edward Southgate, and absolutely unable to do anything about it.

There had been too much at stake for her to allow herself to be sidelined by this, of all things! What she had built, her Head of Personnel alongside her, was bigger than the whims and wants of one person. She couldn't jeopardise that for the sake of pursuing something that might end badly...and with her track record, it was very likely to. But Ed laughed again and once again she was reminded that she could listen to that sound on repeat, all day....god, it really was hopeless wasn't it. She nodded as he finished talking, giving him a soft smile in response, eyes darting once more to her hands.

She cleared her throat, ❝ Ed I...❞ paused, brows furrowing. Repeating his words. ❝ ...listening to orders...❞ Oh. Her eyes widened with realisation. She tried to shoot up off the pillows, but every muscle in her body violently protested the action. UNIT was everything, everything to her. She would always put it first.Could Ed live with that?

❝ Ed, you need to get a get a message out to Colonel Shindi,Now. Those th-things were hired. Someone ordered the attack on us, we need to know who. ❞

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[sayruq]

As of now, there isn't a Gofundme. Let's ask the following organisations to evacuate this child to safety:

Doctors Without Borders [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestine Children's Relief Fund [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Medical Aid for Palestinians [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestinian Red Crescent Society [Website / Instagram / Twitter] (you should also message Red Cross)

The Egyptian and Qatari governments (especially if you're a citizen of either country)

Please message them on social media and their websites.

[rhymewithrachel]

Rip guys

[moonsharky]

BUDDIE ★ BEST FRIEND (PT 3)

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[theladyeowyn]

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

requested by @the-mawp

[seamayweed]

AEGON II TARGARYEN + Mother

House of the Dragon — 2.05 “Regent” // William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

[bonus-links]

some doodles after the battle’s over

[robogart]

"A corpse... should be left well alone."

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Lady Maria from last April's fanart friday! :3c 💖💕

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[mostly-natm]

Some away missions are more dangerous than others.

[scealaiscoite]

.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one

¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold

²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”

³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms

⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”

⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”

⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state

⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”

⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality

¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”

¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable

¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”

¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper

¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”

¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you

[daifei]

le faune

[wolfsteax]

chained to a lie, we're the same, you and I, we're the same