#dislocated joints

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Dislocated joints are actually very fun whump concepts. Think about it:

First you have the initial injury. Be it a dislocated shoulder, hip, knee, all potential locations are dehibilitating, losing the use of that arm or being unable to walk, etc.

Also that every time the whumpee tries to move the dislocated limb they risk making it worse and intensify the pain.

Then... then you have treatment. Forcing a dislocated joint back into place is NOT FUN. Not for the whumpee, not for the caretaker. And if someone inexperienced tries and messes it up... oh boy oh boy we making it worse!

And of course you have all the issues that might come about after the joint is fixed, such as strained muscles, sprained ligaments and tendons, nerve damage, vascular (blood vessel) issues, stiff joints/osteoarthritis... the list goes on.

Anyway thinking about this bc someone I know irl dislocated both their knees on separate occasions, (and it took like four medical professionals to put it back in place). Also I remembered a scene in Mom's Night Out (2014) where Sam dislocates his shoulder and instead of letting a medical professional set it he slammed. His shoulder. Into a wall. And shoved it back in place. In the storming emergency room. In front of the receptionist. I cringe every time.

[justaminnow]

I think I misunderstood the song because my leg bone is NOT connected to my hip bone.

[tumble-tv]

why must my hip dislocate when i stand up to get cheetos

[bramblesramblesintoshambles]

If you didn't already know I get dislocations, thought I'd mark their frequency and pain level there's a correlation between that for obvious reasons. Saw someone else describe what they felt as rubber bands and yeah, that's accurate and at worst its pinching.

[buddiesbian]

[buddie getting too ambitious during shower sex and having to call 911 because of a double fall injury]

maddie on the other end of the line: 911, what’s your emergency

buck, hanging up: eddie we will have to deal with this ourselves.

eddie: buck be serious. give me the phone.

josh on the other end of the line: 911, what’s your emergency

eddie, hanging up: buck we will have to deal with this ourselves.

[transmasccofee]

really hes an icon

[justaminnow]

*takes muscle relaxers and pain medicine for subluxation*

Me: im not in pain and I can move around a bit. I was being dramatic and should have gone to work! Probably shouldn't have scheduled that doctor's appointment.

*medication wears off*

Me: I'm in so much pain. Do I need to go to the ER? Am I going to get any sleep tonight? I feel like I can't move. Help.

[sebs-out-of-spoons]

i’m going wheelchair/cane shopping tomorrow at a local thrift store, so excited, WISH ME LUCK EVERYONE :3

[bedpsyching]

How my au starts basically, cue Kusuo missing a week of school to figure out what’s going on and realize things he thought had to do with his powers had nothing to do with them actually

[revvethasmythh]

WEEPING about this codex entry, which was delivered unto me immediately following a Lucanis and Taash party banter about how Taash thought the Crows were WICKED cool as a kid despite Shathann's best efforts and Lucanis replies, "this explains SO much about you."

[boatcats]

Gravitational Pull

Heard @ourfag declared it Whump Him Wednesday.

Stede helps Ed treat a dislocated shoulder during the Co-Captains Era.

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"Ed?" Stede asked, closing the door to the cabin behind him, "Why are you lying on the desk?"

The desk. Not just Stede's desk anymore. Stede relished the fact. He and Ed were co-captains and co-users of the desk. Ed had been teaching him to plot a course earlier in the week. But now the charts were arranged in much the same pattern as before, paperweights holding down their corners and navigational instuments on top, only... on the rug in the middle of the room. They'd been supplanted on the desk by Ed who lay in his shirt-sleeves on his stomach with one arm hanging down straight over the side in a patch of late afternoon sunlight.

Ed made a non-commital noise, began to shrug, then appeared to change his mind about the movement at the last second. "My shoulder got dislocated on the raid. It'll go back in eventually hanging down like this. A bit of weight might help, though, if you could grab my flask from my jacket pocket."

Oh God. Ed sounded much too casual about this. Stede felt himself start to panic, swore he felt the blood begin to drain from his face, but then he stopped himself. He wasn't the one with the dislocated shoulder. And he had a duty to Ed.

"Of course!" Stede knew he was speaking a bit too loudly and moving a bit too quickly as he made a beeline for Ed's jacket where it lay on the couch. He felt the adrenaline making him awkward and clumsy and winced at his own obvious lack of competence - surely Ed deserved a more practiced nurse.

But Ed said nothing about it and his eyes were soft and fond when Stede skidded to a halt with the flask in front of the desk. There was no amusement in his gaze, no teasing. Ed merely looked grateful and for a moment Stede thought he might drown in the warm feeling that flooded his chest and truly become no use to Ed at all.

Ed made a grabby motion with his good hand. "Give us a sip first, would you?"

Stede unscrewed the cap with clumsy fingers and handed it to Ed who half sat up to take it and haphazardly pour a trickle of rum into his own mouth. "Now take the lanyard and loop it over my other hand. The weight will pull my shoulder back in place faster."

The flask had a waxed loop of braided rope at one end that could be wrapped around ones wrist. "I've lost too many of these things overboard," Ed had told Stede once by way of explanation.

Stede walked around the desk and kneeled by Ed's hanging arm. He tried to be as gentle as possible looping the rope around Ed's wrist and letting go of the flask so that it hung towards the floor. Ed still groaned.

On instinct, Stede ran a gentle hand over Ed's good shoulder. He felt warm and slightly damp with sweat through his shirt. Stede could see sweat beading on the back of his neck under the fall of his hair.

"Thanks, mate," Ed said, voice slightly strained. "You're welcome to stay, obviously. Your cabin. But you don't have to. I'll be alright now."

Our cabin, Stede wanted to correct him, feeling unexpectedly stung. But he stopped himself. "Can I get you a cool cloth?" He asked instead. "You're a bit sweaty. Not that it's... not that it's a problem or... but it looked uncomfortable."

Stede could see the tension bleeding off Ed in the moment after he asked. But then Ed just said "Sure. Thanks, mate."

When Stede came back with the cloth and a bowl of cool water, Ed's eyes were closed, his expression both somehow blank and tight with pain. Stede cleared his throat and the dark eyes blinked open (Ed had remarkably long lashes, Stede realized, and freckles he hadn't noticed before).

"Do you want me to...?" Stede mimed a sponging motion with the cloth.

"Sure."

Stede brought the damp cloth to Ed's forehead and felt him shiver slightly as he traced his hairline, wiping away sweat and grime, then moved to the back of his neck where his hair was sticking to his skin. He moved Ed's hair away from his neck and shoulders so that it fanned out over the desk instead, a cloud of starlight, and felt Ed sigh, relaxing marginally.

When Stede was done, he set the bowl aside and settled on the carpet near Ed's face. Ed opened his eyes and gave him a lopsided smile.

"Thanks. The waiting's the worst bit. Your body wants to tense up but of course that's not going to help so you sort of have to just... lie there."

"Mmm," Stede said and nodded. He wouldn't know but he was certainly ready to take Ed's word for it. He cast about for anything he could do to help. "If it would help take your mind off it, I'm... quite well versed in reading aloud to pirates." Stede felt silly as soon as he suggested it but Ed's smile was immediate.

"I'd love that, mate. It's real hard to hold a book like this."

"Excellent! How about The Little Mermaid?"

[emichevy]

noir being 19 and 54 at the same time is such a hilarious combo. Young people flexibility with old man joints

it would be hilarious if noir had some contortionist levels of flexibility

(spider) god looking at noir: hmm yes, the most creaky joints with insane flexibility so that he’s a walking horror show if he ever turns his head around.

noir: cracks his joints 50 times as he crawls backwards after being knocked down and he needs to back up

person he’s fighting: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-

does noir know how much fear he strikes in the other spiders heart when his pops a joint? No, not really. He doesn’t know how loud his cracks actually are

has he ever slowly turned his head like, nearly a full 180 degrees backwards with his neck popping like a firecracker just to fuck with Peter B/Miguel? Not on purpose, he was doing his dramatic turn around and didn’t realize how creepy that was

I love this on EVERY possible level. Yes fuckinf absolutely.

I do have the HC that every spider person is the same in the way the spider that bites them gives them insane amount of flexibility- like contortion level

Ans this is so fuckifn funny to me I’m CRYING-

Adopting this thank you *smooches*

[whumpslut]

dislocation whump

the initial loud snap of the kneecap sliding out of place, the pain stealing their hearing of that pop - they cannot even feel the impact of the ground risen to meet them. looking down in horror, at the sudden disfigurement, their skin sucked into a shallow pit where the kneecap is meant to sit. they cannot walk, trapped here on the floor, not until they pop it back into place. even then, it will be weak and loose. maybe their bones are bruised from the violent dislocation as well, maybe it’s damaged their ligaments (cut through them?). and when they heal (do they need surgery?), their joint may never be as strong as it was, it may always be at risk at dislocation, so they better be careful

[happyk44]

imagining a version of son where percy bullies nico into going on the quest w/ them so he can hound him the entire time about how they know each other and why nico is hiding the fact that they know each other and what the hell is going on and why doesn't he remember anything but he recognizes nico and frank and hazel are just glancing at each other be like telephathic "children of neptune really do be fucked up, christ" and hazel constantly interjecting to save nico who is lying and dying lol

[tumble-tv]

I love my tattoo artist, he's so sweet.

He asked before touching my crutches, which I had previously asked him to set aside so they wouldn't be on the floor, and I had made sure that during the consult earlier this week he knew that my joints may dislocate and pop when I move and not to panic, and he made sure I was comfy and nothing dislocated unnecessarily like when I shifted how I was sitting. He answered any questions I had with zero hesitation and was an absolutely wonderful guy. I can't wait for the summer when I save up enough cash to get more work done!

[cartoonscientist]

i like to think that for efficiency’s sake everyone on the squad has been briefed on how to pop ragdoll’s limbs back into their sockets in case they get dislocated since you know, it happens sometimes, it’s like owning a pug