#accident prone day

[balkanradfem]

So I had a very accident-rich day, you all have those days, right? When you can't seem to turn a corner without doing damage to yourself and your environment? I had one of those and I'm gonna tell you about it because I think it's real funny. Also trigger warning for some blood/injury stuff ahead.

So first I was shelling sour cherries and I forgot to protect my new tablecloth so I made a red splotch on it, and I quickly ran to get bleach because it was a white part and it could be cleaned quickly, but the bleach managed to spread and damage another part, which is okay, I can just sew a little flower over it, make it prettier. But then I thought, hey I also need to clean my summer shoes with bleach, so while doing that I accidentally poured some bleach on my foot, making a red blotch over there too (it's fine now, I washed it and put cream on it.)

Then I grabbed a scraper on it's sharp side (I threw that scraper into the garbage, it's too dangerous, the razor cannot be retracted), but it wasn't a big injury, so on we go.

Then I decided I needed to go to the garden and dig out all potatoes that look ready because I was very hungry and zuchinni isn't there yet and I needed some food dammit. So you need some context for this; I don't have a real gardening tool, I was using a copper rod until recently it got stolen, then I was using some sticks, and then I found an old fork in the road, and thought, perfect, just what I needed, so I was gardening with that for the past few weeks.

Well it turns out I got distracted while trying to get to potatoes and I accidentally stabbed into my own hand - into my pinky to be more exact. The shock was worse than the pain, the moment of disbelief and wonder that I could actually do something so... badly coordinated. Anyway, I gathered my wits, found some plaintain weed, pressed it onto the wound, it was bleeding but not too badly. I stabbed it on the inside of the first knuckle, it was not a sharp fork, I think it's more the impact of the hit that hurt the finger than the depth of the cut.

So, I wrapped that in weeds and little cloths I had on me for tying up the tomatoes, got home, and I have to admit my pinky is being very weird, it's not hurting but it's very numb and difficult to move. I'm wondering if I should be worried about that? It's not feeling like a big issues, I think it's just trying to tell me 'don't move me, I'm fixing what you broke inside, stay still' and it's not a weird color or anything like that, so it's fine, right.

I have to admit I was kinda curious about how being stabbed into the hand feels like since I saw a scene of that in harry potter, so my curiosity has been super satisfied, I am now very informed about this.

Anyway I have potatoes and tomorrow I will finally get a decent potato meal and I could not be more excited for that!

[epiphainie]

this is one of those fic ideas i wanted to write for every ship i've ever been into so it will probably never happen but i'd like to have a silly story with 40 yo, single, lonely tommy kinard who's been down on his luck all his life - like i'm talking ridiculous levels of mom dying at childbirth, dad being terrible, horrifically unfortunate experience of the military, a series of failed jobs, a series of failed relationships, friendships never sticking for long, risks he takes always going south, somehow getting paper cuts through chainmail gloves, missing the bus while trying to avoid his daily encounter with the neighbor's dog etc. - one day opening the door of his downtrodden studio apartment to this beautiful man who stands there like a fucking angel. who looks at tommy with big apologetic eyes, red cheeks of shame, and twiddling thumbs of guilt and stutters, "so, uhm, i wish you didn't have to learn it this way but hi, i'm the guardian angel who, as it turns out, misplaced your files about four decades ago, and so uhm it just resurfaced, haha, and like yeah, i've been banished here for penance. i'll take the couch, it's fine."

[jenasu]

Jena and Emmet both feed off each other's gremlin energy, do NOT leave them alone unsupervised!!

[humberg]

'Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.'

[starflungwaddledee]

it's the day before my birthday, and my girlfriend surprised me with an outing to a local bird aviary/botanic gardens in the mountains!!!

this was an absolute delight for me, known bird enjoyer, and i got to have many cute and phenomenal birds perched on my head (which i loved and plushie magolor 'tolerated', on account of it being my birthday). i even got to see a nicobar pigeon, which i had never seen in person before!

they also surprised me with an early birthday present to use at the incredible mountain-top picnic spread my gf planned (😭😭) of this extraordinarily cute kirby themed liquid-glitter cup!!

and of course, in true starflung fashion i injured myself twice

once, not three minutes into the outing when my umbrella (which i only require because i'm allergic to both the sun and sunscreen) bit me, and my gf had to run to reception to get me a bandaid. later, when i just totally fkn stacked it on some loose gravel on a slope and i got the umbrella back by slamming it into the ground, along with my knees and one palm. but not the other palm, which was holding plushie magolor, who touched neither gravel nor dirt and never will while i still breathe!

[animatedminds]

Moana 2: Immediate Reaction

Saw the Moana sequel, a lot of what I felt about the movie has already been said, so rather than a review as much I'll start with something fun I liked that nobody brings up. I know this sort of thing is hit or miss with some fans (no pun intended), but the way the adventure got a tad more slapstick even in comparison for the first one (which already liked its slapstick), while not overshadowing how effective the characters were, was very fun. Especially around Moana herself, who might have taken Rapunzel's place as the most slapstick Disney Princess heroine. Moana's practically got Jackie Chan protag vibes in the sequel: extremely capable and badass, but also extremely unlucky and accident prone in a way that's constantly messing with them yet doesn't hold them back. I've always liked the joke of highly unlucky yet still badass characters, so that made me smile a lot.

[cicadasides]

good morning. i almost fell down the stairs but instead i dropped my phone and my ipad and they both fell all the way to the bottom

[iamvegorott]

Here's a silly blurb of Jackie having an interesting afternoon inspired by some doodles by @jellyfishdoodler

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Jackie was doing what he usually did in the middle of the afternoon between gigs, on the lookout for trouble. He felt like a panel from a comic book. Posed, and he could even see his breath in the cool air. Thankfully, it was a peaceful day, giving Jackie confidence that his plans for the night wouldn’t get ruined. 

Speaking of his plans, he should check the time to ensure he wasn’t late.

Again. 

He wasn’t aware of how far forward he leaned while looking around, and taking his phone out of his pocket caused him to lose his balance and fall off the top of the building he had been standing on. Jackie was thankful at first that he got caught by a tree branch. But that thankfulness didn’t last long as his body had too much force from the fall and broke said branch, having him landing on the ground. 

“That could have been a lot smoother,” Jackie muttered as he moved himself up into a squatting position. He hummed in thought and debated how he wanted to continue but noticed a shadow on the ground, showing something was falling from above. “Shit.” Jackie saw his phone trying to catch up to him from the sky. He jumped up and caught his phone, managing to land gracefully on his feet as he checked his phone over. “No cracks or missing pixels. You might be my luckiest phone, dude.” Jackie chuckled and checked the time. “A whole lot luckier than me, I’m gonna be late.” He quickly tucked his phone away and ran off. If he just kept going, he’d make it right on time. Maybe he could find a shortcut or a good jumping spot or-

A string of courses came out as Jackie slipped on a patch of ice and landed flat on his back, knocking some of the breath out of his lungs and cutting off one of his words. Jackie lay there for a second, more out of embarrassment than pain, and eventually sat up and rubbed his face. 

“Oh, I’m just across the street,” Jackie said. “Streetlight.” He spoke his idea out loud as he shimmied up the pole and crouched on top. “Gotta space this out perfectly.” Jackie stared at the door to the house he was aiming for. Traffic drove by with no signs of stopping, and he didn’t feel like going down the road where the stoplights were. He’d lose too much time doing that. “Too far, and I hit the door, too short, and I’m on or under a car.” He wiggled as he tried to line up the jump. “Just like this!” The last word was a shout as he leaped across the road. While the jump would have worked out as planned, a bird decided Jackie’s day needed a little more mess and accidentally flew into his side. Throwing him off of his path and causing him to land face-first in front of the door, legs curled up in the air before flopping down. “Ow.” Jackie’s voice sounded muffled by his cheek getting pressed against the concrete. He lifted a hand to knock on the door. He was not going to be late because of a stumble. 

“Hello?” Marvin opened the door and made a face at seeing nothing. Something told him to look down, and he sighed at the sight of Jackie. “What in the world happened?” He asked as Jackie got up to his feet. “You look like you fought an army trying to get here.” 

“A feathery army.” Jackie weakly laughed. 

“Is Jackie here?” Chase peeked his head around the door frame. “Hey, man, perfect timing. The game just started.” He took his friend’s arm and pulled him into the house. 

“From now on, I’m picking you up whenever we plan a get-together.” Marvin scoffed and closed the door, cutting off the rest of the conversation from the world.  

[thelastspeecher]

as if I don't have enough going on in my life, my Cringe Ankle™ is continuing to be cringe as fuck

[mycological-mariner]

Today has not been a good day for caring for myself. I have, in the last 13 hours:

— stubbed my toe so badly I actually screamed obscenities loud enough for people to knock and ask if everything was okay

— broke my toe (different toe)

— stabbed myself in the finger and bled on every possible surface looking for plasters (before giving up and wrapping a hair tie around my finger as tourniquet and a piece of kitchen roll in the absence of plasters)

— stubbed my toe again

— a third time I stubbed it but this time I also rammed my knee into the corner of a bed frame

— brained myself on the ceiling (not meant for anyone above 5’6”)

— brained myself on the doorjamb (twice, different doorjambs)

— fell down the stairs

— fell up the stairs

— fell down a second time

— dropped a large pot on my foot with the broken toe

I’m in a slap-stick. My feet and legs are covered in bruises so purple they’re almost black. At the very least, I have a hot water bottle which at least is helping my neck pain

[calebs-hangout-corner]

I had a video call with my parents and since I had a pretty bad fall the other day, to the point where it was difficult to walk for a while, they asked if they could see my knee to check how bad it really is since I had a bandage around it when they last called because it was swollen.

So their shocked faces when they saw the bruise is about the size of my palm sure were something!

[misunderstandings-georg]

My hobby is making ocs for serieses I've never seen (ft some kinda old art of my luck manipulator)

[vampireknitting]

My goodness, I've never been soo happy that I do yoga like I do. I'm kinda wobbly and like always have been. So like I'm accident prone and it can be very annoying. But with all the yoga my balance has gotten, okay not like better but I know how to get it back and control some of the weirdness. I can catch myself usually. I don't fall half as much as I did as a kid. It's like a rare thing now. Which has been fantastic. But if I do too much I get dizzy and it'll get too hard to control.

Which is one of the reasons I don't work anymore. Like I gotta be careful with how much housework I do because I can get dizzy. It's just annoying tbh. Probably why I deal with nausea as often as I do. Idk earballs are fucked.

I've been walking as careful as I can with all the snow and ice with these Canadian winters. And for the most part I don't struggle. I got a fancy ice pick for my cane so I walk better too. But while on the apartment property I don't use my cane because I just don't feel the need to since this is my home and I don't go far.

So either I need to get some salt or a good shovle so I can get rid of this baby patch of ice. It's only 3 stairs too. But all cement. So I walk slowly, I've gotten really good at taking my time and being careful. To the point I bug people sometimes lol. It definitely does me good because if I didn't take the stairs the way I did I would have landed on my ass or mostly like my back and head. But I managed to catch myself with my bad knee. She be twisted and feeling real bad rn. But like man I feel so good about the whole thing. I'll be limping for a lil bit but like I actually caught myself.

[sunriseverse]

fucking sucks that if you scar or burn your fingertips this actually makes your fingerprints MORE distinctive like what the fuck fuck you.

[still-quite-messy]

The only points I perceive in relation to height are practical ones, such as:

Will their head hit the thing;

Can they reach the higher thing;

(for family) What are the adaptations needed to hug this person (I was born a limpet and was then dunked in a pot of glue, and as such am a terminal hugger).

If no issue arises with one of these 3 points, I don’t really see it either.

I’m about 5’8”/172cm and while that’s a smidge tall for AFAB people, it’s honestly pretty standard.

And yet.

And yet.

I keep hitting my head everywhere. Absolutely hateful. I have three separate scars *just on my forehead*. Preposterous. I am full of rage.

How tall are you? I need to know if I should be scared of you (I'm scared of most people)

The fact that people online get so weird about peoples' height is something I'm fundamentally incapable of understanding. I think it's cause my dad's 6'8" and my mum's 5'0", so I grew up with the two extreme ends of the spectrum completely normalised and as I result I don't really see height. Like, if someone points out "oh, that guys really tall" I can kinda see it, but my brain's just like "no they're not" and it's the same when people are short. So people asking me my height or the height of characters or that sort of thing always baffles me.

Anyway, I'm somewhere between 5'8" and 5'11", I think. I never really remember and my postures pretty bad so it's hard to be sure sometimes.

[scribbling-waffle]

You should see the other guy! (The other guy is a wall.)

(Also known as I had a little oopsie moment the other day and decided to document it in silly little cartoon man format lmao)