#cw can't breathe

[the-bar-sinister]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rebecca Chambers/Tyler Howard Characters: Tyler Howard Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt No Comfort, hurts to breathe, Canon Compliant, During Canon, Ficlet Summary:

Tyler Howard's escape from the Minnesota Umbrella lab during the Rochester Incident does not go smoothly.

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Inspired by the absolute dogshit air quality we're having right now due to the fires in Canada. If it sucks this much from a wildfire, how bad must breathing in an exploding lab be?

@badthingshappenbingo

thumbscrew (Ethan Winters, Resident Evil)

wound the would not heal (Sabretooth, Marvel)

[mrkida-art]

Memories of blood and bone

I wanted to make a more symbolic piece focusing on a young King Thrór. He lived through the war of dwarves and dragons and also likely saw his little brother and father be slain by cold drakes. He became one of the youngest known Kings of the dwarves, and he led his people away from this carnage to resettle elsewhere. His new settlement? Erebor. His story is one of the saddest of all dwarves in the legendarium, because ultimately he would lose everything to dragons once again.

[marlenacantswim]

David Tennant Smoking in Fright Night (2011)

bonus:

get it bc he's smoking hahahaaahaha

[pathfinderlittleduck]

AAAHHHHH

Good sound design and music composition can make or break a scene: An Example™️

[skayafair]

I'm watching Nancy Drew 2019 TV series and I REALLY need to talk about Ace. I'm mostly rambling about Bess because she's PRECIOUS and the scriptwriters knew it, but her friendship with Ace is a whole other topic. Making this post as a promise to write it.

[amischiefofmuses]

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[lovevalley45]

so i'm still on my izombie rewatch grind and i was like. jimmy the sketch artist is reminding me of someone idk n i had to go to imbd to confirm my suspicions and

the guy who plays him (ryan beil) is also DJ SMORE MONEY FROM LEGENDS OF TOMORROW... THAT'S ZARI'S EX

[befuddled-calico-whump]

drew @emmettnet 's Malusfa (Giant Gods AU)

entirely based on this ask

the little black dots are people :)

[buttercup-barf]

NEW FAVOURITE TOY!

[flaticeball]

truly the fact that the cesspool of racism and other nightmarish ghoulery that is the chicago hockey team has a mascot who is my hand to gd named tommy hawk is just the cherry on the racism sundae. the nhl ought to owe me and every other indigenous person out there 20 dollars every time we have to be reminded this monstrosity of an organization is allowed to exist mostly-unquestioned.

no ethical consumption under sports teams etc nobody's teams are gonna be beyond reproach etc but like. some things are worse than other things. for example, having a racist caricature for your logo and a mascot named tommy fucking hawk is worse.

[habitual-creatures]

*suddenly drops the scalpel onto the tile, clutching a hand over my mouth as my nosebleed gets worse and I try not to puke and cough*

I̷'̸m̴ ̶n̶o̸t̷ ̷g̵o̵i̴n̶g̵-̷ ̸t̴o̷h̸u̸r̸t̵y̷o̶u̴.̶.̴.̵ ̵t̷h̸a̷t̷ ̶w̷o̸u̵l̴d̶ ̵b̸e̸-̸ ̶s̴e̵n̶s̷e̷l̵e̶s̶s̸.̵ ̸J̵u̸s̴t̶s̷t̵a̵y̷d̸o̷w̶n̶.̶

(( translation

I'm not going- tohurtyou... that would be- senseless. Juststaydown. ))

[vikingofficial]

My dog is not doing well. 17 years old. I think he may be on his last day or two.

[chetungwan]

Given that I'm still throwing up, I no longer feel guilty about calling in sick. I hate when this happens. I can handle the respiratory illnesses, but nothing makes me feel less in control of my body than throwing up

[coulsonlives]

ID:

First comment: I was watching a TikTok where a flat-nose dog was intubated during surgery and was waking up and recovering from anesthesia. The dog was awake and still had the tube going down its throat. The vet explained that flat-nose dogs will tolerate a tube down their throat way longer than my other dogs because they can actually breathe well. That one was awake with it for an hour before they took the tube out. Imagine that from the moment you are born, breathing is hard and one day, you have surgery, they put a plastic tube down your throat, and it is the first time you have ever been able to breathe normally. Very sad.

Second comment: I'm a vet tech and it's 100% true. So many of the brachycephalic patients were joyful in ways not seen without the endotracheal tube in. We always try to keep them in as long as safely possible for those patients, because they sadly seem to prefer it.

This is so heartbreaking jfc. People have gotta stop supporting breeders who create these brachycephalic dogs (and stop breeding them in the first place, ofc). 😢

I mean look at this mess! First pic is a standard dog, second pic is a brachycephalic dog:

At least it looks like Netherlands is banning them, along with cats with folded ears (like Scottish Folds), which have equally horrible outcomes like osteochondrodysplasia.

Hopefully persians and other flat-nose cats follow.

[theghostinthemargins]

hahaha what if I coughed until a lung came out of my mouth... just like a full bloody red organ landing in my lap... would I be able to breathe better then...

[izzysarchivedblogs]

Leonard is CAREFUL to be as quiet as he possibly can as he VERY carefully lays down in just the right position ( On his stomach, supported by one good elbow so one hand was free to VERY gently trace soft circles on Linda's baby bump.) his head leaning down so he could WHISPER so he hopefully wouldn't wake up Linda who was just trying to peacefully get a nap in.

"Hey there jumping jelly bean.. I can see ya in there trying to do flips.. but maybe do you think you could do me a little solid and give yer mama a break? For me?" the KICKING in question, gave the slightest little kick in response right where Leonard's hand just happened to be resting on Linda's stomach.

A soft chuckle...

"C'mon now... don't be so fussy..shhh...shh..." Leonard's voice only grew softer with every word he spoke, his head inching all the closer until he was placing a GENTLE KISS on her stomach. (He couldn't help himself.) He hummed softly, just some soft little tune that had been stuck in his head.. though he still took care to keep his voice as quiet as possible.

STARDATE 2266 -> quiet afternoon

Getting here to this moment, in the broader spectrum had taken time; two years of deciding and trying, doing what she and Leonard could do to make her body and boost their fertility, and she would say that it was worth the months of trying, of nothing until they got here. She felt deep down that they would, and so thy kept trying after the nothings and negatives, and now here she was four months pregnant. How Linda got here this particular day was taking an early morning shift, seeing to a few of the crewman who had always been her patients by appointment and there was a development with one of the technicians from one of the lower decks that she’s been monitoring that she fears will need to be brought to the CMO and the captain as well.

After the work shift, to what had contributed to the decision to take a nap, had been that the ship was within range of federation satellites that allowed for her to had to communications and get in contact with her own family. Check in with her parents and brother, it was rarer for her to get the chance to catch all of them. Linda loves her sister-in-law Becca, and she gets it; or thinks that she does. Everyone was trying to be helpful since this was her first time being pregnant, telling her all the things she is finding out for herself in her late forties. Things that she knew about from a third side, as a medical professional who had to do rotation of obstetrics and gynecology, who lived, studied, and worked at one of the largest interstellar medical facilities between the alpha and beta quadrant.

She knew things and this wasn’t her husband’s first baby, and he happens to be a doctor as well with experience. It’s already starting to feel a little draining, hearing from all the women in her life who had been pregnant before about this and that; followed by the advice. Her sister-in-law was well-intended, but she definitely was desperate for conversation other than what to expect. Or at least, she’d prefer to find out on her own or take advice from Leonard. The highlight of her call has been her mother and seeing her three nieces, all growing up to be the absolutely cutest things to be. Imogen had much to show off, and the twins were chatty, always talking over the other.

Linda had been and was delighted when she had started to notice the movements of the baby. The kicker, which pun may be intended, was that she always been a light sleeper. That’s still been an adjustment and taking a nap today after a stressful morning in the medical bay and a call with a chatty overly advisory sister-in-law was proving to be somewhat of a task. She had already asked the computer to dim the lights, laid herself out on her back and she’ll forever be glad that Leonard’s always been particular about the mattress, the blankets, and the pillows. Its comforts were felt immediately until whatever grace period she had been given was over. In fairness, she had only been trying to nap for about thirty minutes now despite the movements when the door to their home slid open.

That took her from teetering on the edge, to being more aware of her surroundings and body. Twists, kicks, and turns all happening from her stomach, all feeling like a light flutter given the size. A little more awareness, but she still had time before she would be back in blue uniform for part of the evening, so Linda kept her eyes shut even as she listened to Leonard try to quietly move about. The peace would probably end if Jojo popped in early, but that girl liked to be everywhere on the ship all the time when she didn’t have school.

To Leonard’s credit, he was being as quiet as he could be, but heavy sleepers were neither of them. However, Linda’s not about to let him know that she’s more awake than sleeping as of present; so, she pretends not to notice as he lays down in bed with her or does that as best, she can, though there’s some of her own shifting which possibly gives her away. She wouldn’t know as he makes no indication, and Linda was still trying to slip into sleep.

Such a notion proves harder when Leonard does one of her favorite things, that hasn’t gotten old or tired yet (it probably never will) and that’s talk to her bump, hand over her stomach and she’s sure he’s feeling an ounce of the activity that she has. JELLY BEAN ⸺ how her heart does sing over this man and maybe he’s managed to convince said jelly bean to settle back down. It’s not as though Linda had ever needed convincing, because when the talks had come with Leonard the answers were easier found, decisions came about quickly because she really wanted him; Linda’s done rash and romance, and failed and had a whole plan, vision of her life, and then Leonard Mccoy happened to paint a prettier picture with her; and she’s glad.

Linda can’t help herself but give away that she has been woken. One of her hands moves to where Leonard is, tracing up from his shoulder to lightly drag through his hair. ❝ Hey there, Leo.❞ Her voice incredibly softly, to keep the relative quiet and she hums a little, trying to find his tune as her hand brushes back and forth. ❝ Little one just started; all still for when I was talking with Becca, not a single movement. I think little one wanted to greet daddy, or napping for me isn’t allowed. It’s one of the two. ❞ There’s a sigh there at the mention of Taggart’s wife. Linda gives her own chuckle as she talks, and she rolls her head a little. Dark hair sprayed crossed the pillow as she tilts to open her eyes just to see Leonard in the dim lighting, she normally kept for nap time. Gazing down at him, and how does he do that get her heart all in a twist after so many years, over kissing at her stomach.

The weight of his hand and the warmth of nice. ❝ Everyone says hi, Mom said you will have to catch them next chance we get for contact, Jojo too. We had our usual baby update talk. ❞  She gives little details of the call, filling in on what was new with the Carters, their three nieces, and what about pertaining to their future little one, how he is coming along. Linda quiets for a moment, just focuses on brushing her fingers through his hair and she hopes he’s staying for the reminder of her rest period. ❝ Mhhmmm, and you? ❞

She could frame this moment, wanted to pause and stay in quieter moments when Leonard is laying there like this, humming to the bump forever. He's been her greatest love, and she loves their children so much; loves the family that she now has had and looks forward to growing from three to four. Linda brings her hand down, back of her fingers brushing against his cheek then go over where his hand is on her stomach. Resting her hand over his. ❝ Stay for a nap with us, please. ❞