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whenmemorydies · 4 months ago

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A tale of two sex scenes

Following on from @fairestbeard's stunning meta series on sex in The Bear and the discussions on those posts (if you haven't already checked them out, see here, here, here and here), I was thinking about the under-the-table scene in 2x09 Omelette and how this is presented as a foil to Carmy and Claire's mailbox sex scene in 2x05 Pop. We are even explicitly told that the sex scene in 2x05 is a replacement, a stand-in for something else. What am I on about? Come, join me on this subtextual bender...

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What sex scene was in 2x05?, you ask. I referred to it on a reblog of @fairestbeard's meta but for ease of reference, I'll break it down below.

The scene involves Carmy and Claire driving out to a PO box to deliver a liquor, beer and wine permit application for The Bear. In other words, its where Carmy gets Claire to help him insert a package into a mail slot. The subtext here is that 'package' = slang for a guy's genitalia and 'slot' = slang for vagina...and the act of inserting one into the other is slang for bow-chicka-bow-bow.

Lets look closer at the scene:

In the still above, Claire and Carmy arrive at the location of their delivery. Its cold, sterile and full of artificial lighting. I dunno about you, but the ambience here was definitely screaming sexytimes to me. /snort

What's notable here is Carmy's admission:

I was expecting like a dark alleyway or something.

Carmy says this right after getting out of a car with Claire who spent almost the entire ride talking about:

getting an adrenaline hit from resetting a patient's tibia; and

enjoying the risk associated with her own horrible driving.

The script choices here are purposeful (as always with this show) and highlight for us that the idea of a relationship and sex with Claire is a thrilling (and maybe even, scary) prospect for Carmy.

Note: post-2x05 mail delivery, Carmy and Claire will continue talking about her adrenaline addiction: how she enjoys the thrill of shoplifting, how being cool = setting things on fire. Carmy, you're in danger boy. Get out.

Claire then describes what they're doing with that package and that slot:

Well, bureaucracy, baby.

Bureaucracy is a term for describing government decision-making. It also refers to a system or standard of administrative procedure. In the context of delivering a liquor, beer and wine permit application, it makes total sense to describe the delivery that way.

But this is The Bear, so there's always subtext in the writing. And in this case, that means Claire is actually saying that the mail delivery sex act that she and Carmy are about to partake in is standard procedure. Womp. Is this saucy foreplay getting anyone else flustered? I didn't think so lmao.

Well Storer and Calo don't care about our arousal (or lack thereof) because here's Carmy coming in hot with his package:

...And Claire could not look more disinterested. Carmy even says "Phew!" in relief once he's done.

And then we get this literal summary of the whole affair:

Claire: That was so anticlimactic.

Carmy: Yes, very, uh, underwhelming.

So yes, we do have a sex scene in 2x05 Pop and it was cold, sterile and perfunctory. This will later be mirrored in Carmy and Claire's only actual sex scene in the show, at the start of 2x09 Omelette (right down to the same cold, blue lighting).

Tim, the drywall guy: patron saint of Sydcarmies everywhere

What is striking to me is how the above sex scene in 2x05 Pop is set up earlier in the same episode.

Recall Syd contemplating plates and bowls in 2x05:

Syd is not alone in the room while she's comparing tableware. In the background are Fak and Tim, the drywall guy. Fak has been tasked by Natalie to prevent Tim from leaving (on the only day that he's available) so that Tim can install drywall after the electricity and plumbing are installed at The Bear. Fak's stalling attempt involves trapping Tim in a conversation about the former's favourite albums by 80s punk rock/alt-rock band The Replacements:

Fak: My first favourite album is "Pleased to Meet Me" which has the greatest, like, high school song ever written "Can't Hardly Wait."

At this point, Carmy enters the room and Sydney asks him,

Can I get your eyes on this?

...which is an unnecessarily suggestive way of saying, "look at this". Sydney, you flirt. I see you.

Then Tim pipes up, and this is where things get more interesting. Because as is often the case on this show, the next section of dialogue is in reference to two different things at the same time.

Tim: Hey, if this isn't happening today, I really should get going.

Carmy: This is happening today, Tim. Right, Fak?

Fak: Yes, it is gonna happen.

What is the "it" that Tim is asking about and that Carmy wants to happen today? On the surface, its the drywall getting installed. In the subtext, its sex/love/a relationship for our boy Carmy. Stick with me and I'll explain how I got to this conclusion.

So now, Nat joins the crew and gives Carmy the liquor, beer and wine permit application to deliver. Recall that that application has actually been fast-tracked for the Berzattos by Uncle Jimmy (after Nat hilariously butters him up for help earlier in the episode). Its a shortcut and Syd clocks this right away:

Sydney: Oh, great. Doesn't look shady at all.

Now also recall, that piece of mail/package is a stand-in for Claire and Carmy's first sexual escapade which is soon to follow. And here we have Sydney, telling Carmy that that idea - a superficial hook up because you can't hardly wait and want instant gratification - is shady.

So what's Carmy's response? Well, it sounds very familiar:

Carmy: I think its standard procedure these days.

Roflmao. Carmy and Claire both clock that what they're both about to do is average, ordinary, bureaucratic even. In the subtextual world, this means run-of-the-mill sex that maybe a lot of other folks are having and probably not getting a whole lot of satisfaction out of. Shady, indeed.

This immediately brought me back to 1x01 System and Carmy wanting to ditch spaghetti from the menu because,

I hate to break your hearts motherfuckers but that gooey, mushy bullshit is not bailing us out this time.

Of course, as is so brilliantly explained by @outmakingmoonshine in their May 2024 reblog meta, spaghetti here is a stand-in for the easy romance that is usually a television show's "biggest seller" for shippers but that showrunners Storer and Calo clearly state, "doesn't make any sense on" this show.

In season 1, Carmy may have been after something other than easy spaghetti but by 2x05 Pop, he wants easy, he wants what everyone else is having.

Still, Sydcarmies know that in his heart of hearts, Carmy needs passion, he needs fire, he needs electricity. You know who else knows this? Tim, the drywall guy.

Jumping back to 2x05 Pop, as Carmy is about to call Claire and get some instant gratification, Fak and Tim continue their convo about music. Fak, crucially, says the following:

I'm saying stuff and you're thinking about electrical...its Replacements, right? This is where we are right now.

Fak is telling Tim to stop thinking about the electricity or rather, the passionate love and relationship that Carmy needs. This is because where we are right now - where Carmy's head is at right now - is on a replacement for that long-game, good stuff. Carmy's replacement is rooted in what Fak described earlier: the greatest high school song ever written which is all about impatience. The fact that Carmy, can't hardly wait (which is also the song that is heard playing over the end of 2x05 when Claire and Carmy finally kiss).

And then Tim, hilariously, says:

I mean, I'm more into, like, kinda like Chingy, you know.

And what's Chingy's most popular song? His claim to fame?

Right Thurr.

And who was right thurr before Carmy decided to go find a replacement for his package?

Name a greater fumble. Not even 2x01's locker-gate comes close lmao.

And just in case it wasn't clear by now how average, asinine and standard the Claire/Carmy plot was going to be, later in 2x05, those two ding dongs end up at what looks like a high school house party where they share a stereotypical, teen romcom moment next to a whole ass tub of literal cheeseballs:

Chris Storer and Joanna Calo absolutely know what the fuck they're doing here. For them, Claire and Carmy are a phase. And a cheesy, predictable one at that.

The real deal, the electricity

So what is the 2x05 Pop sex scene a replacement for? What do we have to contrast it with? At first I thought we hadn't gotten that comparison yet but then I re-read @outmakingmoonshine's reblog meta on 1x01 System and changed my mind. In that meta, the contrast is made between Carmy and Claire's actual sex scene in 2x09 with Carmy and Syd's under-the-table-scene in that same episode. I think that comparison still stands. But I reckon, given the subtext in Sydney and Carmy's time under the table in 2x09, its illuminating to compare it to the subtextual sex happening in 2x05.

The under-the-table-scene in 2x09 has been broken down as a sex scene by lots of folks on this platform but I'll highlight the below meta which are the earliest analyses about it that I've found on Tumblr:

@sydcarmyfan's August 2023 meta clocking Syd and Carmy's scenes in 2x09 as foreplay and sex scenes; and

@thoughtfulchaos773's August 2023 meta comparing the under-the-table scene to a Renaissance painting (complete with post-coital exhaustion).

Also check out @thoughtfulchaos773's meta on Richie as a fellow Sydcarmy stan who tries to help these two with their electricity repeatedly over the course of the show.

Contrasting these two sex scenes, where we had this in 2x05:

We got this in 2x09:

Carmy and Sydney's full focus on each other, flowers, warm natural lighting and a whole lot of wood,

professions of love and loyalty,

giggles and so much fucking sighing,

dirty talk,

and then eye contact and longing so overwhelming, Carmy needed to break it.

In other words, we finally got some of the electricity that Fak was trying to distract Tim/Carmy/the viewers from in 2x05 Pop.

Now the fandom just has to wait for season 4 where we will hopefully get a literal sex scene between these two star-crossed lovers. Because honestly, while I froth for subtext and critical analysis, my brain is starting to fucking hurt LOL. Please Storer and Calo, put me out of my misery.

#i'm subtexted out lmao #sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #the bear meta #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #anti claire bear #carmen x sydney #carmen x claire #carmy berzatto #sydney x carmy

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havenesc · 4 months ago

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hello HELLO!! I am OBSESSED over your rancher AU,, you have such a big brain!! If youre in the mood to yap about it, i am sooo interested in hearing more!!

WOAH HI!!! thank you so so much, that means quite a bit!! I love this AU and it has been quite a joy to work on when I'm stuck in my office job or away from my own horses so :') Always happy to indulge and yap and this........ is a very long yap LOL.

I am writing a frankly ridiculously long fic about it, but this whole shit really started with ""i like jason and i like horses and i keep listening to lord huron's way out there on repeat." so here we are. rotting it out. <3 <3

I think physically removing Jason from Gotham, or from any major metropolitan area containing capes, is a really interesting idea. He lives and breathes and is born from this city. (Where's that one post calling it his wire mother?) Jason is so deeply interconnected in the machinations of the city and how she operates that by removing him, by forcing him into a situation where he cannot go back for the time being and instead has to live among people he perceives as "regular," he gets to breathe outside of the walls that Gotham and Bruce have defined for him. He gets to explore who he could be, really, beneath the masks and the death and the failed legacy of a kid who just wanted to be magic, who isn't living with his mental/emotional triggers sitting on his bedside table like a loaded gun. For once, even under a fake name, Jason Todd gets to be something other than a tombstone or the face of a tightly-run crime syndicate. Jason doesn't even bring that dying shit up all the time, but everyone else seems to hold it against him. (Probably due to rationalizing all the murder.)

He's like a shelter dog following the 3 Rules of Decompression. This guy gets a horse and gets some friends who don't really know what to make of him at first but he's a hard worker and a fast learner and he wants to work as a team, no matter how prickly and weird he is at first.

Additionally, I think it's also fun to explore what his absence does to Gotham, and how the city would react to not having an enforcer. The Batman and his brood exists, obviously, but there is an ecosystem that Red Hood understands intricately in a way that the Batman cannot and will not. He has the uniqueness of being one of the only Robins to both live poor as fuck and also experience it from Bruce's perspective -- the only other one really being Stephanie -- and he knows how to weaponize this for max efficiency. Red Hood is the wolf introduced to keep the deer population down. How does the crime scene change, how do the Bats have to navigate adapting to that radical change? When it breaks that the Red Hood is out of business, who takes charge? And at what point do you look at yourself in the mirror, say, "Yeah I fucked this one up, bring that guy back?" And what the hell do you do when you find out you can't?

Anyways! I love thinking about how vital Jason is to the Gotham Social Fauna. I also love thinking about how his blue roan gelding, Blue, is a descendant of Doc Bar. I love thinking about the plates in McLaren's tibia because he got nailed by a bull in the exact perfect spot for the damn bone to split in half. I love thinking about Jason experiencing nature, and Glacier Park, and for once in his life feeling so small and insignificant in the world that his problems actually feel the distance they are from him. I love thinking about him finding the connections with people who have always been receptive to him in some way, even when he's a bristling scared snarling dog, because even if Jason Peter Todd is convinced that he is unlovable and irredeemable, nobody else knows that shit. So you might as well put your foot in the stirrup and come along because we need you and your resilience and your strength and your laughter and your good-heartedness to get through another twelve hours in the saddle together.

Also, these two songs in order on my fucking jason rancher au playlist are very jason and dick coded and listening to them makes me want to lay on the floor and stare at my ceiling for about three hours. Actually this whole thing is a love letter to lord huron.

#jason rancher au #i love. just. vomiting words and hoping they make sense LOLLLL #tysm for the ask!!#i don't know if you were looking for silly tidbits but uh. i've got those in spades too dont u worry

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hope-to-hell · 1 month ago

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Electric (when you’re near) part four: no place like home (painkiller). Agent Stone x Ivo Robotnik. Discussion of old wounds. When faced with an impossible situation, try breaking it down into its component parts. Story masterlist here.

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Interior: Ivo Robotnik’s apartment, on the tenth floor of a pretty nice building. It’s all concrete and plate glass, aggressively modern and cold. From up here, the city spreads across the landscape like so much dirty linen, lashed by lightning and scoured with thick heavy rain. The weather reports all say the same thing: it’s the storm of the century. Deathbot 9000 settles into its charging station as Ivo sinks down on the sofa, reaching for a mustache that’s no longer there; he rolls empty air between his thumb and index finger. Everything hurts.

I’m sure it’ll pass, you just need some rest—

No. I mean, everything. hurts. How the hell do you do this? Oh. Now Stone understands.

Honestly? Most of the time it’s not so bad. Barometric pressure drops bring out the worst of it, though. Old breaks. You know.

I most certainly fucking do not know. This isn’t my normal. Nor is this Stone’s, if he’s being honest. It’s strange seeing the storm rage outside and not feel those aches: left humerus shattered and rebuilt, marble-sized knots of bone strengthening the old break; spiral fracture of the right tibia, memento of a childhood lacrosse injury; cracks along right anterior ribs 5-8. But right now he’s strangely light, his body merely existing in the background instead of making its thousand subtle complaints. All he has to deal with are the remnants of a headache.

Apologies, Doctor. I’ll find something to help. He’s been in Robotnik’s apartment dozens of times, mainly chivvying him into bed after a long night of overwork; he’s left warm towels beside the bathroom sink while Ivo sings in the shower— never peeking, mind, even though he’d dearly love to see what Ivo looks like underneath it all— and set the Doctor’s clothes out on the bed. So the general layout is not unfamiliar, but the angle of approach is. Everything is just a little farther away than it used to be; he nearly breaks a water glass trying to set it down on a counter that’s suddenly lower than it ought to be. This will take some getting used to. Being two inches taller is much more disorienting than he’d thought. It’s not as bad as rupturing his eardrum, at least. That’d been a rough couple weeks: his balance completely shot, sitting through hour after hour of interviews, while his superiors looked for somewhere to place blame: tell us everything you saw, everything you heard. You won’t be punished; you have our word. The Governor has asked us to let the matter lie; enough blood has been spilled. That was a lie; there is always a need for more blood to oil the gears of the great government machine. Now, we know you want to prove yourself. We have a very special assignment for you.

Okay, Agent. Remember: medicine cabinet, bottom left behind the antacids. There’s a little tub of topical analgesic that should do the trick while Ivo waits for the painkillers to start working. Doctor? I have something that will help. I can apply it, but— um. You’ll have to take your shirt off.

I’m not incapacitated, Agent. I’ll be fine.

I know, but I need to help. Please? Distraction, that’s the ticket. Focus on something else to block out the strangeness of the situation. Get through this, and later you can focus on finding a solution. Across the living area, Ivo sighs and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Fine.

There’s a peculiar disconnect between the way you see yourself and the way others see you. Your own voice on a recording, your face in photographs: there’s something undeniably off about it. Now imagine seeing your real live self from a distance, not filtered through film or audio recording. Every movement, every breath, every freckle and scar and hair are suddenly present, commanding your attention whereas before they faded into the background of awareness. Imagine seeing yourself as an outsider might. Have you always sounded like that?

This is so fucking weird, Ivo mutters.

Stone dips long thin fingers into the tub of ointment and sets to work. First the arm: it seems safest, somehow. I’m going to touch you now. Slowly, carefully, like reaching for a skittish colt, Stone begins rubbing Ivo’s bicep; his fingertips move in small circles. It’ll feel warm in a moment. If it’s uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop. He can see the exact moment when the analgesic hits; Ivo’s muscles relax and he lets out a long breath. Better, right?

Ribs are next, ointment smoothed on in short flat strokes. Gah! Ivo flinches away.

Doctor? Are you alright? Was I too rough?

It tickles. Ugh. Right. The ticklishness.

Sorry. I can stop— but Ivo’s scowling, working his mouth like he’s chewing on something unsavory.

No. Keep going. It’s helping, damn it. It makes Stone’s head swim, seeing Ivo’s hand moving over his ribs, Ivo’s fingers stroking over his skin. He’s dreamed about something like this, being under the Doctor’s hands, giving him access to every part of himself. The thought has kept him warm on long dreary nights alone, with only his own hand for company. If only this was under better circumstances. Stone. Head out of the clouds and back into my body. You can go woolgathering on your own time. Right. Stone rubs a few more perfunctory circles over the Doctor’s ribs, then withdraws.

I’ll leave this here. For the leg. If it bothers you. Turning away, he doesn’t see the Doctor’s frown.

Okay. Time to work out some of the practicalities of this whole fiasco. Make a plan. That’ll help keep the weirdness at bay. They’re generally seen in each other’s company anyway, so that’s a plus. Less chance for one of them to be seen in the wrong location. Definitely don’t let anyone find out about this. We’d better keep this a secret. It’s exactly the sort of fucked up situation that’ll land them in a holding tank at some black site.

Somehow, I find myself agreeing with you. Plenty of pale imitations out there who’d be dying to get their hands on the contents of that sweet sweet cranium. So I’ll be you, and you try your best to be me. What could possibly go wrong?

We’ll have to figure something out. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be coming and going from my place all the time. If I’ve got your face, I’m a target. There are a lot of people out there who might want to get a hold of your genius. I know how to take care of myself, but I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s too risky.

We’ll both just have to stay here, then.

People will talk.

They already talk. So go get your things. And Stone?

Yes, Doctor?

You’re sleeping on the couch. Fair enough.

Of course people talk; Doctor Robotnik has rarely been seen without Agent Stone for, well, years— not since his higher-ups decided the Doctor’s big brain was too valuable to be wandering around unattended. (It’s been three years to be precise, but who’s counting?) Stone’s been there through thick and thin, through the Doctor’s meltdowns and explosive outbursts, through his moping grey “my genius is wasted on boring-ass government drivel” episodes, and up to the exhilarating aha! moments of discovery. He’s outlasted the previous minders ten times over, so there has to be something more to the pair of them, right?

It’s just that the two of them are so goddamned weird about it.

Ivo tends to treat Stone as his own personal punching bag, throwing elbows and grabbing various body parts— and on one memorable occasion, biting; Stone’s finger was bruised for a week, but he never quite regretted reaching out to brush that bagel crumb from Ivo’s lip— and Stone just kind of… takes it. Stone’s heard rumors floating around the Agency: he’s a glorified rent boy. A double agent tasked with extracting the Doctor’s greatest secrets. The guy who was last in line on assignment day. And so on and so on. But Stone’s drawing decent pay and great benefits; it beats the hell out of his previous assignments. And besides— he likes this job. He likes the Doctor’s razor-sharp wit and total absence of tact. He likes learning about circuitry and absorbing jabs from Ivo’s fist. He likes undressing at the end of each day and running his hands over his collection of bruises; he likes standing under blistering hot shower spray and feeling the water stab into his skin like so many needles.

But how to get in and out of his own apartment undetected? Ivo never goes there. It’d be suspicious, and the last thing they need is anyone getting wise to their…situation… before they’ve had a chance to figure it out. But Stone’s bike is parked in the garage, and with the helmet on he should be mostly indistinguishable from his regular self, even if the sleeves of his leather jacket do stop higher than they should. Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone?

Agent. I am a grown ass adult. I can sit on the couch in my own apartment for an hour. Just don’t wreck my body while you’re out.

#stobotnik #ivo robotnik #dr robotnik #agent stone #electric (when you’re near)

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aealzx · 2 years ago

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“Uhm… Yes?...Why?” Don responded, taken a little off guard by the question. They were already borrowing the infirmary weren’t they? Donnie and Lil Mikey were going to stay the rest of the night at least. Leatherhead was already settling Donnie back into the bed he’d been in before, and Raphael was trying to lead Leon over to the other bed for Lil Mikey to sleep on.

But Leon was apparently distracted by something else, leaning away from Raphael halfway and slow to respond. “You have intravenous antibiotics, yeah?” he asked, a mix of feeling rushed and excited making his speech faster as he eventually obeyed Raphael's mildly frustrated coaxing and carefully rested Lil Mikey on the mattress. “And two metal plates, about this big, and screws?” Leon followed up, holding his hands up a short distance apart and then a certain thickness.

The questions immediately caused Don’s mind to start listing possible uses in the context he was given. Injuries that would warrant metal plates, screws and antibiotics filtering into his head as he narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Yes, of course. Why?” Don confirmed and repeated his own question with a little more emphasis, restraining himself from grabbing Leon to check him over. It couldn’t be any of them that were currently there that were injured. The only thing Don could think of was a severe fracture, and if that was the case he didn’t think Leon would be moving as easily as he was.

But luckily Leon answered the question of who without the need of further interrogation.

“My brother has an open compound fractured tibia and fibula. Let me go get him, I’ll be right back.” Leon’s answer came as a rush of syllables accentuated by one of the swirling blue discs opening up next to him. Don flinched back slightly at the revelation, and Raphael was more caught off guard by the portal. The kid hadn’t even moved for that to appear. It was a little disconcerting since they still weren’t quite sure what they did exactly. Before the others could fully register what was going on Leon had slipped through the portal, mask tails nearly being caught by the closing gateway.

Being left in silence, Raphael mentally repeated in his mind what Leon had said. He understood most of it, but he wasn’t familiar enough with the names of bones to know which ones the tibia and fibula were. Something in the leg? Or was it the arm? They sounded familiar enough for him to think they were in one of the more external limbs. Looking over to Don for clarification and possible direction, Raphael let out a smothered snort of amusement. Don’s hands had remained frozen in the air where he’d reached out on reflex, and his expression betrayed his disbelief in what he’d just been told. The revelation caused stress to build to the point it bubbled over in the form of a higher pitched whine slowly escaping his form while his fingers flexed.

“Easy there Doctor Don. We don’t want to scare the kid off now that he’s finally started to trust us,” Raphael cautioned with a mild chuckle, recognizing Don’s mental restraint barely keeping him from chasing Leon down. Speaking up only caused Don to redirect his stress at him though.

“Hhhhhhhhh Raph you can not tell me to take it easy after being told the last one of them has a bone sticking out of his leg! if they’re not back in four hours I’m tracking them and getting them myself, and I make no promises on the four hours,” Don rambled, grabbing Raphael’s shoulders and lightly shaking him in distress.

Raphael could only chuckle, reaching up to still Don’s hands and keep him from shaking his brains up too much as Leo and Master Splinter moved closer. “Then I guess you should keep yourself busy getting the supplies you’ll need?” he suggested. Anything to keep his brother occupied and not giving someone a headache.

“...Duh,” Don huffed, giving Rahael an incredulous squint before breaking away to scurry towards the cabinets. The least he could do was make sure they had everything where Leon and he could easily get to it.

“What’s going on?” Leo asked, having heard pieces of the conversation but not actively followed it. He had a relatively clear guess on what the problem was with Don, but he preferred getting clarification before causing issues out of ignorant guesses.

“Remember when your bone was sticking outta your arm?” Raphael asked, raising his own arm and pointing at it.

“...Yeah?” Leo confirmed, reflexively glancing at the scar running down the length of his arm in memory.

“The kid Leo says his brother has the same thing, and went to get him. Obviously that got Don all worked up,” Raphael explained, jerking a thumb at their brother pilling medical supplies on the rolling surgical tray near the table.

Leo’s brows raised in mild surprise before furrowing in concern. He had been quite distracted when his own arm had been broken, for obvious reasons. But he still remembered Don being just as frantic. Paranoid about bone infection, or being able to properly stabilize it without doing further damage, or preventing it from healing properly. Honestly Leo still thought Don had done an amazing job with it, as always, considering he didn’t notice it anymore. And yet the memories just added yet another thing to the list to explain why Leon had been so upset earlier. “..Did he say anything about needing transport?” Leo asked, tone a little more sullen than before. He was starting to regret the way he’d reacted towards Leon’s actions. They were the wrong actions to take, but Leo was starting to find it hard to hold anything against Leon now.

“Nah. I think he can teleport just fine. Like he was doing when he got here,” Raphael admitted with a shrug. “Don gave him four hours, but I bet he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Then let’s make sure we’re ready for them,” Leo directed firmly, moving around Raphael to head towards Don to see if he could help with anything.

Raphael watched Leo go and could only huff in amusement as he folded his arms. “Took him long enough,” he mused, lowering his gaze down to Master Splinter as he stepped next to him.

“Leonardo has always had difficulty thinking clearly when the safety of his family is in question. A trait he has come to manage as he’s gotten older, but also one that I have never faulted him for,” Master Splinter mused with a smile, looking fondly after his boys. Then his gaze shifted, a knowing smile as he looked up to meet Raphael’s eyes. “It would seem this young, other dimension version of my son has the same trait. And you, my son, have gotten much better at recognizing the motivations behind others’ actions.”

Raphael had to snort in mild embarrassment at the compliment, shifting his weight and shrugging his shoulders uncomfortably. “Wasn’t hard. It was written all over his face. Don saw it too,” he brushed off despite forcing down the grin tugging his mouth.

Master Splinter could only chuckle softly, but was unable to add more to the conversation as yet another blue portal swirled into the room in practically the same spot as before. Raphael stepped back to fully face it, and had to chuckle in mild triumph. “See? Just a few minutes.”

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As time crept on at an agonizing pace in the still darkness, April was finding she hated that she’d agreed to wait until noon to look for Leon. It wasn’t only that she was worried about him, but she missed having him there for company in this empty place. Of course having Raph in her lap brought some comfort, for she wasn’t truly alone. But her back was bare other than a light blanket, and she trusted Leon’s medical expertise way more than her own. She wanted her brother’s weight on her back, and his encyclopedia brain ready to address their needs. But she also wanted all four of her brothers there too. Which was the only thing that kept her where she was, staring at the map on her phone as it showed Leon chasing around the city, trying to find their little brothers. Part of April wanted to help look, but she didn’t know how she could. Leon was definitely able to move around way faster than she ever could. And she knew the best help she could give was to stay there and look after Raph. He didn’t handle being alone in a foreign place well at all even when he was healthy. So she had to be there to keep him calm. But his current state wasn’t doing much in the way of keeping her calm.

Thirty minutes after Leon had left Raph had woken up again, asking almost immediately where Leon had gone. Noting how disoriented Raph seemed to be, April had made up the excuse that Leon had gone to the bathroom. Partly because she didn’t want Raph to try and get up, but also because she didn’t want to add any more stress to her biggest little brother even if he behaved and remained laying down. She just knew he would start imagining all the wrong scenarios in his overprotective mind. Probably start talking aloud that everything was fine to reassure himself. Get fidgety, want to check outside, and otherwise just not relax and rest like he needed to. He needed all the rest and care he could get.

When they had settled down in this room Raph had looked relatively okay despite the pain from his broken bones. Just a clenched jaw and furrowed brow behind his bright red mask. But now those rich green cheeks were flushed red, and his forehead was damp from sweat instead of the rain. April knew the signs of fever in all of her brothers, and even without a thermometer she could tell Raph’s temperature was creeping up. Leon had anticipated it, and had already given him a fever reducer that he’d had stolen while gathering supplies. But they weren’t exactly in the best circumstances. The tarp on the floor wasn’t that comfortable. The blankets weren’t that thick. And their sanitized bubble of space wasn’t impenetrable. They needed antibiotics, and a proper bed at the very least. As soon as Raph had shivered once April had wiggled out from under him to crank up their space heater. Then her own blanket was tossed over him before she slipped his bandana off so his face didn’t overheat.

Two hours after Leon had left April couldn’t bring herself to make up another excuse when Raph opened his eyes again amidst her absently rubbing his head. His right eye was always slightly unfocused after the damage it’d sustained from the Krang, but now even his left eye was finding it difficult to register where April was in the dark. Yet despite that it didn’t take much effort at all for him to notice Leon still wasn’t there.

“... Wh’rs Leo now?” Raph asked, slightly mumbled from exhaustion and fever haze. He sounded a little grumpy, but April knew it was just his worry creeping up into his sleepy mumbles.

“...He went to get Donnie and Mikey,” April relented this time, not willing to lie to Raph a third time and shifting her phone so that he could see the screen as well. Leon’s icon had come to a stop with the other two, and April kept telling herself it was because he’d finally located them, and was just taking care of them or something. Checking their physical and mental wellbeing. Catching them up on what had happened. Making sure no one saw them. The usual. His vitals had had a spike in heart rate at one point, but it was calm now. As were Donnie’s and Lil Mikey’s. So they had to be fine. Right?

“...What?” Raph almost wheezed, shifting to sit up and grinding his teeth when even twitching his leg sent stabbing waves of pain up it.

“Easy there, big guy,” April protested, placing a hand gently on Raph’s chest, pressing lightly to direct him to lay back down.

After halting his movements and giving a slight hiss, Raph looked back to April with a slight squint. “Why didn’t he wake Raph? I should be helping him get the others-”

“You know you’re not in any condition to be moving around,” April interrupted quietly, but firmly. “Don’t make me lecture you. We agreed after the Krang that no one would be doing anymore self sacrifice bull crap, remember? That includes forcing yourself to do what you physically or mentally shouldn’t when there isn’t immediate danger.” Her scolding felt shallow, but the conviction was still there under the sleep worn exterior. No more hiding injuries. No more getting seriously hurt to save others. They were to include themselves when it came to protecting who needed it most.

At first Raph wanted to be belligerent towards April. It was his job to look after his brothers. He was the oldest. It had always been that way. Especially if they were in an unfamiliar place like they were now. If he’d heard Leon correctly, they were apparently in an alternate dimension. And while Raph was probably the least scientifically inclined of them, he’d seen enough sci-fi stories to know what that meant. This was probably the most unfamiliar place they could get. He wanted to be there for his brothers. Not only to rescue Donnie and Lil Mikey, but also to be there to support Leon. But hearing April remind him of their agreement deflated his stubbornness almost instantaneously. He knew he could move on his own if he had to. His ninpo apparition would make it easier to not use his leg. But he didn’t need to move right then. As far as they knew, he was the most injured. So it was his job to behave and not worry the others. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also just want to curl up and cry whenever he did move his leg. It was worse than when his shell had been broken.

Seeing Raph almost deflate into obedience, April let out a breath in a tired sigh and returned to rubbing his head. “There you go,” she complimented, grateful for his choice. “He said to wait until noon, and if he wasn’t back here by then to come looking for him,” she added, just so Raph knew they had a plan other than sit and wait endlessly.

She sounded so tired. And that, combined with everything else caused Raph to let out a small whimper as he shifted to wrap his arms around back around April. “...Okay… Raph will wait,” he agreed quietly, silently wondering what he could do for April in turn. He couldn’t imagine she was comfortable waiting in the dark on her own. So this time Raph stubbornly didn’t let himself fall back to sleep, staying curled around April as they gave each other comfort in the dark. It was hard to pass the time in silence, and unfortunately Raph’s brain felt a little more fuzzy than usual. He didn’t think talking about the others would help either, he knew it wouldn’t help him stay calm. So he ended up pulling himself to other, way less important thoughts. “....Do you think they have Jupiter Jim in this dimension?”

April couldn’t help snorting at the seemingly random question. But she found the topic was actually incredibly calming. “If they don’t I’m gonna be extremely disappointed,” shifting her attention to her phone with the thought to search for it on the internet. Seeing the tracking screen again though, she paused before looking back to Raph. “Do you have your phone? I’m not sure how to get back into this screen if I exit,” she admitted with a slight grimace.

“Yeah, I still have it,” Raph nodded, moving his hand from his hug just long enough to get his phone from his shell and pass it to April after unlocking it.

Quietly tapping the franchise name into a search engine, April ended up scoffing. “Whaaat? Nothing came up? Okay this dimension officially sucks now. What about your dad, are there any of his movies?” she huffed, immediately switching to the next curiosity.

Raph had to snort at her choice of search, and furrowed his brow. “... I dunno. We’re kind of an oddity…” he mused. He and his brothers were decidedly created by someone, not just a common species. He wasn’t sure how that would factor into consistencies between dimensions if something like Jupiter Jim wasn’t there.

“Euh, you’re right. Nothing came up for his movies either. Laaaaame,” April groaned, rolling her eyes.

Raph could feel the tension slipping out of her frame as she excitedly began looking up other things that were familiar to them. The Nexus Hotel wasn’t there, but surprisingly there was still a pizza chain called Lou Mike Tony’s Pizzeria. The two ended up excitedly making a note to try and get some once everything calmed down so they could compare. It made the next hour much more bearable, and they ended up slightly startled when a familiar blue portal whisked into view near them, momentarily illuminating the room as Leon slipped through before it closed.

“April!- Raph!” Leon blurted when he saw them, including Raph when he saw his big brother was awake this time and had jerked his head to look at him.

“Leo!- GAhhkk” Raph called, his attempt to sit up and greet his brother interrupted by another fierce pain firing up his leg.

“Woah there. Take it easy,” Leon cautioned, rushing over to crouch next to Raph and offer support. Even in the dark it only took him seconds to notice Raph’s flushed cheeks, and a brief expression of worry flashed over Leon’s features as he reached up a hand to Raph’s forehead. “Sss… okay, bit higher than expected…,” Leon hissed more to himself, eyes flicking down to Donnie’s wrist computer on his own arm and swiping the screen over to the vitals. 38.7 degrees celsius for Raph. Not horrible, but not good either. Leon knew they wouldn’t be able to avoid a fever, but he’d been hoping he’d have more time than this. At least he had a good place to take Raph and April too now though.

“Did you find Donnie and Mikey?!” April rushed while Leon checked the wrist screen, wedging next to Raph’s side to act as a prop to hold him if needed and handing his phone back to him. She could see Leon checking all of their vitals, so she knew she didn’t have to tell him about changes in Raph’s condition.

“Yeah!” Leon chirped, a bright smile returning to his features as he looked up to them. “They’re okay- Well, they’re a little banged up, but they’re already taken care of and sleeping. These really great guys from this dimension that are probably pretty much us already found them and took care of them,” he rambled, unable to sit still in his eagerness to get back. “They’re also gonna let me borrow their hella cool infirmary to fix up Raph! April you should see it! It’s like a whole hospital crammed into one room! They even have an MRI machine! At least I think that’s what it was….”

April listened to Leon in mild disbelief, what she was hearing conflicting with what she and Raph had thought more than half an hour ago. “Hold up-,” she paused, raising her hand, palm open. “They have the best ninja turtles ever in this dimension too, but no Lou Jitsu?”

“They don’t have Lou Jitsu here?” Leon repeated, looking borderline offended. “Wow, that sucks. Though I guess it makes sense. Their dad is kinda…. Weird. So quiet and…regal? I dunno. I feel like he’s one of those old dudes that just sits and drinks tea all day,” he mused, scrunching his nose slightly. He didn’t think he’d like not being able to roughhouse with and tease his dad. But that was a topic for later, and he pushed it aside in his mind as he addressed Raph again, leaving April to try and configure an image in her mind of this other version of their dad.

“We’re going to have to move you again Raph. Think you can handle it? I’ll try to make the distance as short as possible,” Leon informed apologetically, shifting around to crouch and wiggle underneath Raph’s arm on the opposite side of April.

“Are we going where Dee and Mikey are?” Raph asked, unable to resist giving Leon a little squeeze hug once he was squished under his arm.

“Yup! They’ll be in the same room. But we’re going to fix your leg before letting you join them, okay?” Leon confirmed after giving a small wheeze squeak and laugh at being squished.

Seeing Leon in such a good mood compared to the last time he saw him, Raph realized wherever they were going it was apparently safe enough for Leon to want to be there. And that was enough to reassure Raph that all of them would probably be alright. “Okay, let’s get going then,” Raph nodded, realizing they needed to get moving before the relief Leon brought washed away all resistance he had to the desire to lay back down. Shifting to help Leon and April lift him to his feet, Raph bit back almost all of his whimpers as the trio heaved the group up as carefully as they could. “Easy. Gently. Sorry,” Leon chattered uneasily, pushing back the heartache bubbling up in his chest. “Don’t put any weight on your leg at all okay?” Leon ordered just in case Raph forgot or wasn’t thinking about it, and adjusted his own position to try and take all of Raph’s weight off his broken leg. He wished he had a better way to move them, but portal dropping him onto the surgery table was risky as well as too jarring. So he just had to keep his heart in his chest, forcing himself to be steady as every noise from Raph made him want to stop moving completely, and gradually help them make their way through the new portal he opened.

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Iiiiii struggled so freaking hard with this one ;v; Not only because I just couldn't get words to work to give this part the attention I wanted (it's barely acceptable now), but I've been working on a massive collab image, and then also got super distracted by a game's story |DDD oops.

you for your patience <3 Hope you enjoy the Raph snuggles =7=

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #cross dimension kidnapping #Raph #April #rise + 2003 crossover #writing #long post

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jupiterswasphouse · 8 months ago

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WASP REVIEW - WASPMON, FUNBEEMON, AND CANNONBEEMON (DIGIMON)

[Image IDs: Three official renders of the listed Digimon, those being Waspmon, FunBeemon, and CannonBeemon /End IDs.]

Well, this will be interesting as someone whose only experience with the Digimon franchise is whatever Karina from Drawfee has explained about the franchise. But I'm gonna try my best to understand what we've got going on here, which shouldn't be too difficult! Let's just hop into the deep end here! (Apologies in advance to the Digimon enjoyers)

Starting with Waspmon, this Digimon is very clearly at least mostly mechanical, which I suppose makes my job here a little bit easier, as it's clear they were not going for accuracy. Even still, I do have to point out some things. It seemingly only has one pair of improperly segmented legs (unless those rib-like parts around its mesosoma are legs too), with more human-like hands, and these big armored shoulder plates (supposedly propellers?) that are perhaps only comparable to the large tibiae of shield-handed wasps. They also seem to have only one set of wings but I can't say for sure. The head seems accurate enough, with even the right number of eyes, in the right positions! That's pretty rare! The antennae are a bit too straight, not segmented enough, with feathered ends I've never really seen in a wasp, although they do remind me of some notably different featherings on certain species, such as a number of members of the genus Dendrocerus. There are other things I could point out, like the abdominal spines and laser stinger, but given its mechanical nature, I'll leave it at the fact that the abdomen is too big, with perhaps the closest example I can give in relation to the roundness of the gaster being that of gall wasps!

[Image Sources: bugguide.net, Jim Moore, Wikimedia Commons, S.E. Thorpe, and Flickr, Judy Gallagher | Image IDs: Three photos, one of a black and yellow shield-handed wasp on a white surface, the next of a black specimen of the genus Dendrocerus in front of a white background, the last one of a black and red Cynipid gall wasp on a brown wooden surface /End IDs.]

As for FunBeemon, this one seems a lot more natural on nature, with a very clear inspiration too. Body's properly segmented, the color could stand to be a tiny bit darker though. The correct number of wings, legs, and eyes. But the eyes that are supposed to be compound are these glassy, mammalian eyes, and the legs aren't quite colored or segmented right, with too few claws on most legs as well. The antennae seem to be segmented properly though! Even with little lines that seem to imply the presence of the flagellomeres, not quite clear on that though. The mandibles shouldn't be grey like that, and the head in general is a bit too wide and round. It has the same strange abdominal spines as Waspmon, which shouldn't be there, as I don't believe any species of bee has those. But they did get the "serrated" (barbed) stinger right, even if it is far too thick!

[Image Sources: Jupiter's Wasp House, ie Myself, and Cambridge University | Image IDs: A photo of a black and yellow honey bee on a human hand, followed by four images of a honey bee's stinger viewed on an extremely close up scale /End IDs.]

Finally, when it comes to CannonBeemon... What's going on here? Don't get me wrong here, it's awesome, but it does also look like Polistes dominula got freaky with a FusionFall Shattergun. All bits aside, this Digimon does fall into essentially the same category as Waspmon, it's too mechanical to really bother with the details, this one even moreso. Everything I said about Waspmon's general head area still applies. It has the right wing count, though they are thin for something as heavy as this thing has to be (the Wiki says 38g but I'm not sure about that for something so big and metallic, not gonna lie). It has only four, very short legs, with little grabby hands at the end, which while incorrect is actually pretty cute. The shape is too abnormal to compare to any real wasp, though I do quite like the use of hexagonal cell shapes here in reference to real social bees' and wasps' hive structures. That's about it for that, though.

Now, what about their behaviors? Well, as one might expect, Waspmon is the defensive soldier type, patrolling the viscinity of the hive, being aggressive enough to divebomb Digimon that get too close. Now, I won't deny that wasps do divebomb as an offensive move against potential hive invaders, but they act on far more than distance to the hive, their reaction to an individual's presence is based on a multitude of factors, such as movement/body language, their level of familiarity with the threat, and of course, actual actions taken by the potential threat to harm the hive, among other things. That said, these Digimon do seem to be quite intelligent, as the wiki states "The antenna-parts on its head have high reconnaissance ability", IE they are able to gather information essentially at the level of a special operative. A real wasp can remember quite a lot, though it definitely takes in more than just what it can detect through smell.

CannonBeemon is also a line of defense for the hive, though being much more powerful, both of these Digimon use lasers instead of venom, as you could've probably guessed from their mechanical structures, which is, of course, not true for actual wasps. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that wasps don't fire lasers though. Whether or not these two soldiers hunt for or feed on anything is unclear.

As for FunBeemon, it also doesn't seem to be out gathering food either, but it does gather some materials, those being bits of "home data", to build up the hive the same way many social Hymenopterans would gather wood, dirt, or the material needed to make wax. This Digimon gets along well with plant Digimon, which should probably be the case for all the rest of them too but whatever. These ones, too, also attack... With projectiles, they fire off their stingers like arrows. This is a surprisingly common thing amongst representations of stinging Hymenopterans in media? strange... They also have a second ability to summon allies, which is unfortunately, for whatever reason, referred to as "88 Call". Apparently this is because 8 in Japanese can be read as "Hachi", which is also a word that refers to eusocial Hymenopterans, like honey bees, but of course, two eights can also be read in a far, far worse way. Different potential connotations aside, the description of this move says that FunBeemon summons allies with its antennae, which, as far as I know, the alarm pheromones of bees are not produced in or near the antennae.

Back to the material gathering and building of the hive though! It turns out that FunBeemon isn't the only one who helps to build the hive, as it's aided by-

HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER! - FORGEBEEMON

[Image ID: The official render of ForgeBeemon /End IDs.]

This guy! Not much to say here in terms of accuracy, as I don't think they're really trying for that here. But I do really love that they accounted for its ocelli in the mask design! Coulda used a bit more space around the compound eyes though. It's got antennae, which aren't segmented right, but they're present, and bend in the right place. It also has wings that are even tinier than CannonBeemon! Its two moves are also defense by way of offense, with a saw-like stinger, and two extra robotic arms that can produce a powerful electric discharge.

It's not called a "Forge" for nothing, either, as these bees are the ones that take materials and bond them together with an adhesive called "Honey Glue" (Don't think that's how that works, but oh well) that's produced in its abdomen, much like how honey bees produce wax!

[Image Source: Hive And Honey Apiary | Image ID: A photo of a black and yellow honey bee producing wax from its abdominal glands /End IDs.]

But, if they have a hive, and live in the same eusocial manner as some real honey bees and vespid wasps, then they must have a Queen! I wonder what it looks like-

HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER! - QUEENBEEMON

[Image ID: The official render of QueenBeemon /End IDs.]

... That's just a human woman in a costume... Are y'all sure this is a Digimon?... Well, I mean, it still has absolute power over the hive, so I guess yeah, that's their queen, but... Huh.

Well QueenBeemon gets a badass army and a badass mech chair with venom shot arms and laser turrets at least. Surely that's the end of them and that's all that needs to be s-

HERE COMES A- OK JUST GET IT OVER WITH - VESPAMON AND TIGER VESPAMON

[Image IDs: The official renders of Vespamon and Tiger Vespamon /End IDs.]

Alright, more guys in suits. Human status is less clear given the fact they have no skin showing, but they're definitely humanoid... I can at least comment on the fact they seem to be designed to be male, which, if they're meant to be soldiers/workers too (Where are the drones??) that wouldn't be the case, as the vast majority of male social wasps (including bees) do not have defensive capabilities and don't leave the hive nearly as often as the females.

But that HAS to be it? Right? RIGH-

OH COME ON - HONEYBEEMON, FLYBEEMON, JEWELBEEMON, AND DINOBEEMON

[Image IDs: The official renders of HoneyBeemon, FlyBeemon, JewelBeemon, and DinoBeemon /End IDs.]

... I'm not even gonna bother.

WaspBeemon and FunBeemon (Ranked on accuracy): 6.5/10

CannonBeemon and ForgeBeemon (Accuracy not considered, ranked on design): 5/10 - 6/10

Everyone Else: [DISQUALIFIED]

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radiojamming · 1 year ago

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How do we think John Hartnell got his injuries? They say he had a compressed vertebra, an injured ankle, a foot infection, and a shoulder injury. There doesn't seem to be any record of how these happened, and they didn't mention anything about it during his exhumation.

YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION

So there actually are some records of what happened from his forensic report from the '86 exhumation! Like a lot of things about him, it does take some guesswork until we build a time machine and study him like a bug the way I've always wanted.

Here are some selected parts of the autopsy report, which we can use to reconstruct what might have happened to him:

[About the cervical spine compression:] However, there does appear to be some compression of the superior end-plate of the body of C6, consistent with mild fracture, probably representing subacute injury. Cervical alignment is normal. There are no arthritic changes.

[About his upper shoulders and arms:] On some projections, the left acromion appears slightly tapered, possibly due to old trauma. A small spur off the posterior aspect of the left olecranon is also likely to be post-traumatic.

[About the wrists:] The wrists and hands are unremarkable, except for diffuse muscle wasting. There is mild bilateral negative ulnar variance (the distal ulna lies more proximal than the distal radius at the distal radioulnar articulation; if severe, this misalignment may predispose to avascular necrosis of the lunate). No evidence for fractures or arthritis was found.

[About the lower extremities:] The femurs appear normal. Hip and knee articulations are preserved. However, there is a slight widening of the medial aspect of the left ankle joint, raising the possibility of ligamentous injury. No fractures are noted. The talar dome and tibial plafond show no evidence for osteochondritis dissecans, an occasional sequel to subchondral injury. A few growth recovery lines (Harris lines) are noted in the lower tibial shafts. There is also some spurring off the anterior articular lip of the distal right tibia, and probably post-traumatic in origin. A more curious finding is a possible focus of cortical demineralization in the plantar aspect of the 4th metatarsal shaft of the left foot, best demonstrated on oblique projections. Actual disruption of the cortex may be present and could represent osteomyelitis. However, there were no overlying superficial ulcers or open wounds.

OKAY SO we have some key parts of these selections (parts I omitted included stuff like saying how Hartnell looked better than Braine; RIP buddy), and we also have to consider a few things in addition to these: Jartnell had already been exhumed twice before (1852 and briefly in 1984) and the earliest exhumation had done damage to his body, he had some obvious wasting from being stuck in the ice for 140+ years, and tuberculosis can damage far more than just the lungs.

What we can't be completely sure of is his family medical history, although the Inglefield & Sutherland exhumation attempt remarked that tuberculosis was "a malady to which it was further known that the deceased was prone." I haven't been able to find a clarification for this comment—I took it to either mean it was known that he'd died of TB, or it was known that he'd had TB in the past. (See: what I think his dad died from.) But we also can assume that the Harris lines in his legs show that he'd gone through some period of undernourishment at some early point in his life, which isn't too out of pocket for a Victorian working class person. Granted, he was nearly six foot tall and his brother was 5'8" (both taller than the average Victorian-era man), so his growth wasn't too arrested.

All to say that some of his forensic oddities may have come from an earlier time in his life, like an injury or a previous condition. The injury in his elbow, for instance, sounds like it came from earlier in his life. He had been a sailor on a multi-year voyage on the HMS Volage in the past, and went from a career of a shoemaker (which involved inhaling some gnarly chemicals like green vitriol/copperas, as well as repetitive motion injuries) to a full-time sailor without the benefit of training like his younger brother had. Some of those past injuries might have come from this time—workplace injuries, essentially.

The newer injuries, like the one in his neck, could have come from a wide range of sources. Consider that he did have a zinc deficiency, and some of the symptoms of this include night blindness, fatigue, and poor wound healing. He might have been more susceptible to falls, or had a delayed reaction time. The ankle injury, for instance, sounds like a bad sprain; there are a ton of different ways to screw up your ankle on a ship like that (swinging boom accident? fell off the rigging?? slipped on the ice???). The osteomyelitis in his foot might have had a correlation to this, or might have come from an older, poorly-healed injury.

However, he was healthy enough early in the voyage that he wasn't sent back to England during the check-up near Greenland. Either he hadn't presented all of these symptoms yet, or he was really good at hiding them.

This is all a long-winded, infodumpy way to say that our boy here had a medical history that would make you wince and give a sympathetic "oooooh". He was a working-class Victorian man with working-class Victorian injuries and maladies, and it's completely possible that his family history didn't help.

#franklin expedition #john hartnell #this is so rambly but i hope it helps? i feel like i answered nothing #dj stop using the passive voice challenge

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narangmedical · 3 days ago

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L Buttress safety Lock Plate 4.5/5.0 are indicated for fixation of fractures, osteotomies, and non-unions of the clavicle, scapula, olecranon, humerus, radius ulna, pelvis, distal tibia, fibula, particularly in osteopenic bones. https://www.orthopaedic-implants.com/large-fragment-locking-implants/safety-locking-implants/plates/proximal-tibial-safety-locking-plates.php#l-butress

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skvaderarts · 11 months ago

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These builds use DLC items, so just a heads up! More details about each build are below if you are curious. Thanks for voting! And if you spread the poll, EXTRA THANK YOU! I appreciate it! A larger sample size makes this more fun!

Saint of the Bud: An Arcane/Faith/Dex Scarlet Rot build using the Antspur Rapier with the Poison Flower Blooms Twice Ash of War and the Poleblade of the Bud. The Ant Skull Plate shield is a great contender for this build. I'll also be using spells such as Pest Threads, Pest-Thread Spears, Scarlet Aeonia, and Rotten Butterflies. Will use the rotten stray summon and makes liberal use of crafted items such as rot pots and fly pots. Wears the Full Bloom Chest piece and the Mushroom Crown for a truly unhinged look. Utilizes Maleina's Great Rune/Rykard's Great Rune.

Finger Witch: A Strength/Intelligence build with a possible touch of Arcane. This build specializes in finger weapons and spells. Uses a dueling shield. Both the Gazing Finger and the Ringed Finger scale best with strength, and despite the scaling of the staff that boosts finger sorceries requiring arcane for a spell class that USES NO ARCANE (Fromsoft stop doing crap like this. I like arcane staffs, but this was a weird one to pick for that) I will be using it and possibly adding the oracle bubble spells so that I have something to do with the Arcane requirement late game. It utilizes all of the finger sorceries such as Glintstone Nail, Glintstone Nails, and Cherishing Fingers as well as both finger weapons. One hammer and one colossal weapon. An interesting combo, to be sure. It will also use the new finger summon and the finger robes which are VERY disturbing looking. Utilizes Morgott's Great Rune/ Radahn's Great Rune.

Blasphemous Knight: A Dexterity/Faith (optional intelligence) build that uses the Blasphemous Blade (Which, funny enough, I've actually never tried despite how popular it is!) and the Spear of the Impaler. It included the now-fixed Messmer's Flame Incantations which include Rain of Fire, Messmer's Orb, and Fire Serpent. It may optionally include Rykard's Rancor (which is where in intelligence requirement would come from since it needs a whopping 40 Intelligence!) and could possibly include the Blood Incantations but only if Arcane is added to the build, so that's not likely. The core build is just the Messmer fire incantations and the two remembrance weapons. Wears the Hoslow/Messmer Knight sets. Utilizes Rykard's Rune. Still seems like a fantastic build!

Putrescent Death Bird: A Strength/Intelligence/Faith/character with an optional touch of Arcane for status build-up. Themed after the Death Birds. Wears the Death Gravebird's Blackquill set. The set boosts jump attacks like the Raptor's Black Feathers set in the base game. They specialize in different types of death sorcery. They can cast spells such as Rykard's Rancor, Ancient Death Rancor, Spectrial Rings of Light, Explosive Ghostflame, and Vortex of Putrescence. Not Tibia's Summons, though. I have standards. Putrescence Cleaver, Helphen's Steeple, and the Spirit Glave. The Eclipse Great Shield would be a good pick. Essentially, It's a very fancy frost build. Utilizes Radahn's Great Rune.

Beastial Tree Sage: A Strength/Faith build focused on pure holy damage. (which is shockingly good in the DLC but more tricky in the late main game due to the number of bosses with extreme Holy resistance.) The weapons consist of two colossal weapons that both scale to Strength and Faith and an optional dagger for a faster option if needed. Those are the Great Club and the Shadow Sunflower Blossom. The dagger is the Cnquedea. The Erdtree Greatbow is also a great fit for this build and will be included as an additional ranged option. They would specialize in Beastial Incantations such as Stone of Gurranq and Gurranq's Beast Claw as well as Holy spells like Wrath of Gold, Elden Stars, Land of Shadow, and Crucible Incantations such as Thorns, Bloom, and Breath. Wears Freya's set and uses Radahn's Great Rune.

Fire Prelate: A build focusing on strength and Faith. Utalizes the Prelate's Inferno Crozier and the Cranial Vessel Candlestand. It also uses the Giant's Flame incantations, such as Giant's Flame Take Thee and Flame Fall Upon Them. Uses either the Hoslow Set or the Fire Prelate set for cosplay purposes. A very powerful and versatile fire build. Uses Radahn/Morgotts/Malenia' Great runes. BONK.

Spellblade Cannoneer: A Strength/Int Build using the Moonrithyll's Knight Sword, the Great Mace with Waves of Darkness, and Rabbath's Cannon. It also may use the Jellyfish Shield, Carian Dueling Shield, or the Cuckoo Great Shield. It utilizes Carian Sword Sorcery such as Magic Glintblade, Greatblade Phalanx, Carian Peircer, and Carian Greatsword. It also contains Glintstone Sorcery such as Gavel of Haima, Cannon of Haima, Spiral Shard, and Loretta's Greatbow, and Moon Sorceries such as Rellana's Twin Moons. It uses Relanna/Loretta's armor sets and Radahn's/Morgott's Great Rune.

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