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nintendoni-art · 10 months ago
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So I'm doing Thumbnails for the Bumblekast now.
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Like, officially, which in my opinion is pretty neat. ^^
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l3viat8an · 3 months ago
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ro you okay? its been awhile
Hiii nonnie, I’m okay!!!
Sorry I kinda disappeared again, I really didn’t mean to jdksjsk but I was in a small car accident last wednesday ‘n have a very minor concussion so I’ve been resting a lot this week-
I’m pretty much fine now tho!- no need to worry about me or anything I promise I took time ‘n took care of myself!!!
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thefandomenchantress · 11 months ago
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Okay, so I’ve had a thought. When Teruko and Ace talk near the elevator in chapter 1, Ace lists off various fears he has. And some of them are normal, like spiders. Or sharp things in general (That one I could make an angsty theory about, but carrying a knife across the kitchen gives me a strangely high amount of anxiety so honestly I kind of understand). But the third one sorta mystified me.
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Now, this line could simply be for comedic effect, since it’s so strangely specific compared to spiders and sharp things. And it is kinda relatable, I constantly worry about getting run over when crossing the street.
But I had an idea. My idea has no evidence and is basically a shot in the dark, but I wanted to share it.
Ace used to have a friend named Taylor. They aren’t friends anymore, and most people theorize he and Ace had a falling out, or Taylor died.
I bet you can see where I’m going with this. What if that was what happened to Taylor? A hit-and-run of sorts. That would explain why it’s one of the first fears Ace thinks of, since I’m sure something like that would scar you forever.
But again. I have no evidence, it’s just a random thought I had and wanted to share.
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ghcstcd · 2 years ago
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Swisstopher, I know you've got the prettiest boyfriend in like the history of the universe, but i'm available-
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randomwriteronline · 2 months ago
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His bad leg hurt like hell. Perditus clenched his teeth hard enough for his hairs to begin standing on their ends as he pulled himself out of the wreckage of his Thornatus.
Such a mighty vehicle, reduced to a pile of scraps.
Ain't that the way things go.
He looked down: like some sort of badly cut bread, chunks of fake meat parted to reveal that blasted prosthetic bone he was bound to until his flesh would at last be rotting off of him, scratched and bent and still half melted in places - a cheeky last parting gift from Death after he'd paid the rest of his life to evade it.
The ground beneath him was hard, and rocky, and uncomfortable to crawl upon on all fours. He had no other choice, so the stone kept digging into the heels of his palms and he kept biting back groans.
Then he came.
He made no light, no sound, no nothing, but he had a wire pinned to Perditus's neck, a mental link that grew slack or taut like a puppet's string: and he felt it pull suddenly, and a splendid smile came to into his thoughts before he even turned to see it.
Velika stood. He was tall, like this, unburdened by the broken body he'd forcibly fit himself within for centuries. His back was straight, his hair was long; his eyes had a shine to them, almost mischievous, almost genial, a bright intelligence that made his gaze so innocent, as though he could not hurt even the most insignificant of ants.
Velika stood, like he'd stood before him on that horrible day, identical in every way down to the very clothes he wore, down to his very expression: he stood like'd stood back then, looking every bit divine.
Numb uncaring nihilism squirmed within Perditus.
It fought, it thrashed, it rebelled, it clawed and gnawed and punched and kicked, but its adversary was too great: his last shield was torn apart from within, its guts spilled across oval pupils.
"NO!"
Velika stood, smile dropped.
"NO!" Perditus barked again, scrambling away, pain suddenly an afterthought in the wake of animalistic fear: "NO! NO! NO!"
Velika stood, with eyes wide and still from the surprise.
"NO! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!"
His hand searched for purchase. It found only a sharp descent which teared into it, ripping its wet flesh apart, and then a long void.
Velika stood frozen and unblinking as the frightened eyes capsized, disappeared from sight, when the body was dragged down the ravine by gravity as the Glatorian still screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and then did not scream anymore.
Perditus laid at the bottom of the cliff, curled up in a strange and ugly pose, at the end of the long intermittent trail of his blood.
He gazed into the rock with the same impossible terror.
Velika stood, staring at his bent neck from so high above him with only a blank expression. Then he simply left, as suddenly as he'd come: with no light, no sound, no nothing.
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Gelu walked in: "Perditus is dead," he said gravely.
No reply came.
Then softly, very softly, Atakus spoke.
He said something, something indeed, but nobody understood it: his voice was too low, his breaths were too loud. He grasped his chest as he stumbled right into the wall - grasped at his frantically beating heart threatening to break his ribcage and rupture his lungs.
He walked out of the walls that had been his prison unhindered as no Agori nor Glatorian made any move to stop him. The Toa turned to look at them, confused by their paralysis, unsure what to do.
The Potori's escape was not a long one: his trembling limbs gave in as he fell on the sands, mere bio away from where he'd started.
A sound came out of his mouth.
And it rose, and it rose, and it rose, until it became a piercing wail.
From inside the small building, the others watched him. They watched him tear his armor off to beat his chest like a fury; they watched him grab at his wool and pull, pull, pull until it was torn off of him; they watched him fold in on himself, howling like a fox doomed to die in a forgotten rusted trap, as he he slammed his head into the ground over and over.
Raanu shot out an arm to block the Toa trying to reach the screaming thing: "Leave him," he murmured. "He'll be done soon."
"He's hurting himself," the artificial being replied, still puzzled, incapable of understanding, brilliant crystal eyes traveling between the elder and the sorry spectacle so close and yet so far from them, "He's hitting himself - what is happening? What is he doing?"
"He's mourning."
Atakus wailed.
He spoke his mother tongue, his old stone dialect, calling helplessly for many things at once - a mother, a brother, a cousin, a lover, a friend, a healer, a patron, a slave, a warrior, a saint... What could he do? What could he do? There was no wail for a gambler, no wail for a beggar. No wail for someone he could not define, and so his grief-stricken mind cobbled together everything, everything, every form and code he could remember.
A voice reached him eventually, after his chest was battered with bruises and his nails had half shaven his head: the words entered his ears and made a nest within, forgotten immediately - except for one.
He turned his head with wrathful crazed eyes and teeth bared: "FRIEND!" he repeated spitefully: "We were no friends!"
He stood fulminously once more with his dagger in hand, unable and unwilling to recognize who he was talking to, unfocused vision incapable of distinguishing materials or colors or armor designs from one another from within the spiraling throes of his madness.
"If we'd met in the War he would have blown my head open!" he shrieked. "He would have run me over until my bones were fine mist, and I would have done the same to him!"
Just as quickly as his rage had come, it submitted to invincible pain: Atakus shivered harshly, losing his grip on his weapon and twisting his face into a horrible grimace, and clutched again his chest with a horrid strangled cry.
"Oh Perditus, oh Perditus..." he sobbed softly between heaving breaths. He panted as he tried desperately to suck in as much air as he could while sinking to his knees; his teeth gnashed together once more, with his horizontal pupils turned upwards towards his spooked interlocutor lit by a frightening fire and his voice pitched high into a garbled growl: "You have no idea what it means...! To be a debtor for life...! To have each new breathing second be an inescapable fee...! To have every moment of your life stolen from your hands, because that is how you paid your survival...!"
A groan left him, foam building in his mouth, trickling from his lips. He sunk blunt nails into his chest before slamming his fists into the hole his faulty heart called home until it adhered to the rhythm of his furious beating, until this body that stifled him like a too warm blanket followed his orders and kept functioning without needing the appearance that blasted loaner of a god, without forcing him to renew that contract he'd signed so young and foolish and close to an anguishing death.
"You don't understand!" he wailed, "You will never understand!"
Something struck him. Something rattled along the drumming of his infernal organ and sparked a wrong connection in his nerves, setting them on fire, devouring part of his brain.
Uncomprehending eyes watched him grab at the air behind his nape with crazed purpose, bringing it to his mouth where his dull straight teeth bit down on it as though it were a wire: he thrashed around it, pulling with his hands and jerking his head back repeatedly, violently, snarling like a rabid beast and desperately trying to cut something that wasn't there.
"BESTIAL THING!" he growled and spat and hissed, "BLASTED GREEDY BASTARD! HORRIBLE, DIGUSTING, DAMNED--"
With a horrid shriek he jolted again: his jaw snapped open, his fists parted with a sudden motion, and he stumbled back panting as if he'd just lifted the sky back into place.
"I DEFY YOU!" he howled into the nothingness. "I DESERT YOU!"
He laughed, horrid and mirthless, for only a moment.
Then he crumbled upon himself, clutching his chest again with both hands, whimpering in anguish.
"Perditus, Perditus, oh, Perditus..." they heard him sob under his breath like a prayer when they approached him, to bring him back in so that his sputtering heart could rest: "Oh Perditus, giatí me áphēses, giatí me áphēses? Ḗmastan oi mónoi pou mporoúsame na kataláboume, oi mónoi… Oh, Perditus, giatí me áphēses, giatí me áphēses móno se autón ton tromaktikó kósmo?"
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"Perditus has died to evade me," Velika said with a blank expression.
Pohatu felt his heart stop for a moment.
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
"What?"
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
He stared into the Great Being's unmoving eyes.
"What sort of question is that?" he asked, appalled.
"Do you think he's made a good choice?"
"He's dead," the once Toa ignored him. He held his disgustingly soft face in his hands, still shocked. He would not pretend he'd liked the man for what little he'd known of him, not after his trap had almost gotten Kiina and Kopaka injured and was the reason he'd accepted to be stuck amongst these infuriating gods to keep them from trying to kill his siblings and friends; but he had still been a sapient living being like the rest of them, and the way his end was spoken of made his flesh seize within him until his mouth tasted nauseous and his vision was swimming. "He's dead - Mata Nui... What happened to him?"
"He's died to evade me." Velika repeated once more, empty tone unchanged. "Do you think he's made a good choice?"
Patience depleted, Pohatu snapped: "What does that even mean?"
"Would you consider death a viable path to escape your situation?"
Their brown eyes mirrored each other as they both stared.
"How are you this crosswired when you have no wires to cross?" the once Toa asked back.
Velika's mouth opened: "Ah ah," he said without intention. The sound fell from his parted lips like change from a broken vending machine. "Would you consider death a viable path to escape your situation?"
He stood across him, blocking the door completely with his silhouette: his back was straight, his head held still.
Pohatu bolted further away from him, suddenly terribly frightened, hitting his spine hard against the wall: "What is wrong with you!" he cried out.
Velika remained perfectly still, a pillar of salt unmoved by any and all passions: "Would you consider death a viable-"
His hand startled.
The words died on Velika's tongue, and he widened his eyes. He looked down to his palm: his ring finger stood out, dislocated, as if it had been yanked or bent with great force.
A strange hissed whine left him.
His eyes (not as blank as before, alight with pain and something close to fear) settled back on the Toa with a snapping movement as he hurriedly held his injured appendix in its twin: "You'll answer later." he decided for him.
His clothes rustled like leaves caught in a temperamental wind as he walked away at a quick pace, relieving the doorframe of his terrifying presence - abandoning only the vague shape of his own afterimage there, like a large spot of darkened static lingering in the vision of one who has looked into the sun too long.
Pohatu waited, and waited, until the sound of his steps disappeared.
"There's something wrong with him," he murmured.
"I noticed," Takanuva tried to joke from his hiding spot as his armor slowly reflected the light in the room in a way that colored it white and gold once more.
But his older brother did not laugh, gazing past the door, still fearing the return of that unnatural empty voice, those unnatural empty eyes: "I mean it," he whispered, dead serious, thinking of Bohrok: "There's something wrong with him."
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shout-out to The End Of Hope by @bread-into-toast, which grabbed me by the fucking throat this evening and is the sole reason any of this got written. wonderful zine. delightfully unsettling. go read it.
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honeyvenommusic · 8 months ago
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#glass animals#honestly i wore out dreamland sm my brain took a lonnng break from expecting anything from them?? idk i’m just huh????#like….. when i say wore out#i cannot describe how much i listened to it#i usually have some vague idea even if it’s a ridiculous number#like 52 times in a month for an album or something (has happened)#i cannot recall w this#gonna say bc 2020 & they were Literally the last band i saw live. next morning everyone found out about everything annd lockdown. no joke#so it was big dreamland time when it dropped and revisiting their past albums when i broke out of its spell lmao#(pretty sure before that like january was when i listened to déjà vu 100+ times in a row tho so oop. it was a tough day lol)#anyway seeing this aww man. i really have had this band with me for a long long time. 🥹 i remember hearing gooey on the radio one night#driving home from work late @ night in 2014. the drive was so short i couldn’t be arsed to fish out my ipod & plug it in#sometimes so just popped on a good station i had preset. started the car and heard this *voice* and i was like who????#had to check the station bc it was an alt station and i thought i had it on another one which was fine i was just v confused#it was in the middle of the song & i was immediately anxious to know the name hoping i’d hear it & it wouldn't just flow into the next song#then the dj would pile the names together after x number of songs played bc i was tiired (but woulda stayed in the car ngl). got lucky &#ran inside to find it then yelled at my roommate the next day that she HAD to listen to it during a smoke session after work#(i was right & it blew her miiind)#god. what a fucking time. what a fucking band. idk what the disc horse is surrounding them now since they blew up via tiktok#i’m sure people are v quick to say they’re overrated bc of that but idk & i’m glad i don’t know. they’ll always be this#highly inventive incredible band i stumbled upon for the perfect night drive home after a long long shift#a band that came back from a Horrible accident that should have ended 1 of their lives & somehow didn’t & should have ended them#as a band (like still cannot believe Joe was drumming in 2020 & i saw it with my own eyes like how tf???!?)#a band deserving of all of its successes. glass animals forever
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slugandthorn · 10 months ago
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The coolest gender thing in the 2009 Japanese video game persona 3 100% how hard they coded shinjiro as the dead mom
#.txt#i got soooo mad in the car driving home thinking about how his drug addiction is essentially the classic anime heart condition.#in that the only side effect of the suppressants is that they will kill him. like?#i realized for the longest time i had assumed the chest pain and sweating came from the drugs but thats. castor. obviously.#it doesnt affect his mood or his awareness its like a mood stabilizer pain relief pill?#its so odd that hes framed as like. being addicted to illegal street drugs. BY THE NARRATIVE.#when its more like hes on the most insane experimental medication that they wont even test on like. rats.#also im not fact checking any of this before posting. so i might be lying about things.#idk if it was all of strega that had trouble controlling their personas but like. chidori was because of the Experimentation.#and shinjis just like. mentally ill coded. in a bad way 😭#The inability to regulate a mood/stimuli to the point where he can be unsafe to himself or others.#broad ass symptom of disorders that are not treated well. its also interesting that its not brought on by a specific event.#like the childhood fire is there. but you have akihiko right there to directly compare it to. and hes arguably more effected by it all.#and he seems to be coping well 10+ years on like some coping mechanisms are kind of weird (protein) but nothing super out of the ordinary.#so the problem is really the october 4th incident which was just a pure honest to god accident.#the fact that it gets covered up as a car accident does feel like the best like. emotional equivalent.#because it being shinji being unable to control his persona his true representation of himself and it resulting in death is sooooo bleak#and it weighs on him for 2+ years of being suicidal and unhoused until finally he goes through with his suicide by martyrdom.#i lost the plot a little bit on the gender situation with the vague allusions to fraility when story convenient#acting as dorm den mother and cooking and sewing long hair jacket sillhouette reading like a dress#was referring to that before mental illness took over. woman under the influencing this anime boy.#long way of saying i think he should have a over the shoulder ponytail when hes older. and he should have a mood disorder.
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detentiontrack · 6 months ago
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I think I check my mom’s location on life 360 more than she checks mine
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tilbageidanmark · 23 days ago
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Idiots with driving license.
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how-much-for-a-whump · 2 years ago
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In aller Freundschaft - Die jungen Ärzte Folge 84 (1 | 2)
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bunnyseahorse-blog · 9 months ago
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when I got into my car accident I felt perfectly fine for a few days afterwards
when I got checked out it was to confirm I was as okay as I felt. Turns out I had several badly herniated discs and whiplash. Like it’s been almost two years and I’m still going to specialists for it. I was hurt but didn’t feel an ounce different. Why?
Because I was still in shock and according to the doctor my swelling hasn’t set in yet.
Last year late in winter my dad had a near death experience. I babysat my younger siblings, I cooked and I cleaned and I never once cried. I felt evil because it never hit me like I felt it should have.
Two months later I break down into a panic attack over him having a cold, one that he’s already had checked.
Stuff hits us differently and to add to that it hits at different times. If something has happened and you feel like you didn’t react right, it’s not so. We process slowly. We don’t always know we are injured so to speak. It’s ok if you don’t cry or freak out. It’s okay if you can’t make sense of something right away or know what to make of something.
check your body, check your mind, but ultimately trust your own timeline and your own process
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sage-nebula · 1 month ago
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When I was driving home tonight there was this car tailgating me (we were going into the construction part of the highway where there are only two lanes and I was already going 10mph over so I wasn't going to do anything about it), and it turns out they were tailgating me because they were trying to get away from this other car tailgating them.
The other car was a some kind of old, beatup red car, and I know this because it pulled a dangerous manuever in the only-two-lanes zone to weave through traffic, catch up to, and cut me off without using his turn signal at all for any of it. And then he did this aggressive wave in his rearview that I'm 97% sure was him flipping me off given the context of the other behavior.
So I flipped him off back.
And then he flipped me off again, so I flipped him off a second time.
At that point he sped off and changed to the other lane so you'd think that would be the end of it. But his exit came before mine, so he got caught behind slower traffic and I guess realized I'd end up passing him. So he stuck his arm out his window to flip me off a third time, and also leaned his face partway out his window to yell something. I had my windows up, though, and music playing (I was listening to this), so I couldn't hear him; I just kept my head forward and flipped him off again as I passed him.
Anyway, from my brief glimpse he looked kind of like this:
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itsseriouslyridiculous · 2 months ago
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so people are driving really unsfely. endangering themselves and others. but how do we fix this? the hard part is that the most problematic drivers aren't interested in being safe or following rules they just want to go as fast as possible to where they are going. so if required to take a defensive driving course they probably would rush through it and not retain any knowledge.
how could we best keep people safe? Is there a way to make people care about safety?
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meteortrails · 2 months ago
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still thinking about that hyperrealistic dream where I purposefully ran Charlie xcx over with a car and then covered it up and spent like, literally half the dream morally reckoning with what I had done. what the actual fuck was that about.
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pinkydude · 2 years ago
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Valentin & Mitch | 561/??  | Bumpy Ride 😋 🚕
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professional-termite · 6 months ago
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the ramblings of a crazy man
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