#drowning accident

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"DROWNS MAKING TRIP TO ORGANIZE STRIKE," North Bay Nugget. May 9, 1934. Page 2. ---- Officer of Rouyn Lumber Union Dies When Canoe Overturns ---- Rouyn, May 9. - On their way to the camp of the International Paper Company to organize a strike among log drivers, Albert Deschenes, organizer for the Industrial Lumber Workers Union, was drowned and two companions narrowly escaped with their lives when their canoe capsized in rapids about a quarter of a mile from the junction of the Ottawa and Kenojevis Rivers.

Borrowing a canoe here the trio set out yesterday for the lumber camp. Swollen by spring floods the waters, twenty-feet higher than normal, were particularly dangerous at the rapids where the fatality occurred. When the canoe capsized, a short distance from their starting point, Deschenes struck out for shore. He had almost reached it when he disappeared below the surface. His two companions clung to the boat and an hour later were picked up by a party of Indians.

Owing to the height of the water it was impossible to make any attempt to recover the body.

[everysongineverykey]

very pleased to report that i tried literally counting sheep last night and got my first full night's sleep in like a week in a long period of sleepless nights!!

[sticcmann]

in the good timeline silco vander and singed are a throuple I stand by this

[the-warmest-machine]

Can you imagine the imposter syndrome Rook feels as a leader of convenience?

We see glimpses of it, but because Rook compartmentalizes it, it makes us see how the companions see Rook: tall, unshakeable, and unbothered. But in between the cracks, look deep enough and you see Rook’s turmoil. Here are some ruminating thoughts about it:

Rook feels imposter syndrome in twinges, after the first Fade dream with Solas. This is their mess to clean. Nothing makes them equipped for the job other than they have to step up and make the best of a shit show. As you discuss the next steps with Harding and Neve, you notice them both look to you. You were, after all, Varric’s second in command. Did Varric see this coming? Is this what he trained you for? The position feels like decay, enjoy encumbered by guilt. It shouldn’t have happened this way. But you’re here now, and you’re making calls. You just wish it felt right.

In fleeting moments, the unease returns, but sometimes it’s Big. The next Big moment Rook feels inadequate is when, for the first time, the core team is gathered around the Lighthouse table. For a second, you’re brought back to when Harding and Neve looked to you. This time, it’s also Bellara, Lucanis, Davrin, Taash and Emmerich. Rook would dig their fingertips into the chair’s wood, if they weren’t surrounded by observant company. Instead, Rook twists their toes as anxiety threatens to seize them. The choices they make and the orders they give—are they really the best course of action? Are they decisions a successful leader would make? Can they tell you’re in over your head and have no idea what you’re doing? The thoughts rise and are quashed, but they nonetheless still exist. Where Rook is clumsy, they compensate in precise motor control—for the “important” occasions, anyway. A determined face and authoritative tone masks the fear clutching their heart. They take a deep mental breath, box the worry away, and get to business.

Once Elgar’nan is slain and Solas is bound to the Veil, Rook and the remaining team stand in the dawning light. Survivors rise from the rubble and cheer them on. Rook has a smile on their face, hands on their hips in accomplishment… but in their head, they’re wondering if they actually belong there. If they deserve the cheers and exaltation. Their gut twists with unease because they know the beginning of this started with them. Varric would say, “You did well, kid,” and disapprove of Rook’s festering thoughts. In his honor, Rook again sets aside the ick. But still, it was there.

[bleue-flora]

Right so… prison break. The question I set out to answer for my scavenger hunt is: Would Techno’s prison break plan via the toilet have worked?

And the answer is interesting… for starters, despite Dream informing us that there is an elder guardian right under the cell [clip], this is not true. The elder guardian is actually right above the cell, with one further away under the middle of the entire lava chamber [more details on prison guardians].

Which actually makes their escape even easier (well they’ll still have to deal with the mining fatigue, but with how many guardians there is and their proximity that probably wasn’t going to end from killing the one guardian anyways). The most efficient way I found, is actually digging behind the cell (remember how Sam was doing that in Daedalus) and crawling. Not only is there red stone back there, and an opening, but also that direction is the shortest distance to the outside. Using this method Dream only has to break 14 blocks total (11 obsidian, 2 black stone {red}, 1 iron bars {pink}) [details on breaking time], making his (absolute minimum) total breaking time 286 hours or roughly 12 days. {the red stained glass panes note which blocks he would break}

As an aside, Foolish actually got pretty close to breaking in [far right picture] and had he gone from the back wall instead he probably would have succeeded lol XD.

If however, rivals duo instead continued the path they were on, they would actually find that the cell is essentially floating, so the water would seep under and turn some of the lava into cobblestone. (Interestingly, there is existing cobblestone already down here, a detail Sam notices after Techno escapes and finds Dream in the water hole [clip]. If I had to guess, I’d say while setting up that stream in creative they actually broke more blocks to make it more believable, but noticed how it was hollow, so plugged it up but neglected to fix the cobblestone, and instead made up some canon reasons why they hadn’t made more progress [clip] [clip])

Anyways, if they did mine down there, they could break some cobblestone {lime} and do some crawling under the cell. Using the open space down there they’d want to make as much progress towards the back wall as possible before going down under the lava and then digging straight. If they did this method, they would have to break 24 blocks (22 obsidian, 2 cobblestone {lime}) and it’d take them a total of 566 hours or roughly 23 and a half days. (It should be noted though that in this path Dream would be swimming (holding space bar) while mining so he doesn’t drown - I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t cause him to starve, but still would be annoying and realistically rather exhausting.) {diamond blocks are to show which block above would be broken, with diamond ore representing cobblestone - wanted to make sure you can see where the water is}

Course these are what I found to be the most efficient ways, they could of course chose a different direction or break different blocks, increasing their escape time. Additionally, these methods only work as long as Dream is left alone long enough and(or) knows when to crawl back out when they come to not draw suspicion. So to give Dream some credit, Techno is a necessity for this to work at all and he couldn’t have done it before(or after) without risking major problems…

[katwithak246]

for the love bullet au, how did each of them die?

ooo straight to the most important question... well here ya go!

Deaths in order:

[ilynpilled]

hi guys i was in an accident and had to be in the hospital for a while but im home now

[mollysunder]

Turns out a Coral Crown is also a type of narcissus flower. I can totally see Narcissus overhearing Scylla's song look at his reflection and squeal, "This song is about us!!!".

[lazyapperence9754]

all current existing AUs I’ve made

if curiosity gets to you, just ask about any of them.

Dark (gore, suicide, body horror, blood, violent themes, etc.) :❗️

Mild (Mixed) : 🌀

Happy (no dark themes) : 🔅

1 SillyKel!au ❗️

2 Supernatural!au ❗️

3 VeryBadEnding!au ❗️

4 TheTwoBirdsWhoFell!au ❗️

5 DogFight!au ❗️

6 SelfInsert!au 🌀

7 BurningStar!au ❗️

8 TheTwoOfUs!au ❗️

9 Drowner!au 🌀

10 Nuclear!au 🌀

11 Flower!au ❗️

12 Hikikio!au 🌀

13 Aquatic!au 🔅

14 OMORI’SPIZZA!au ❗️

15 HollowKnight!au 🌀

16 Mermate!au 🌀

17 Unidentified!au ❗️

18 Storybook!au ❗️

19 Disfigured!au ❗️

20 God!au 🌀

21 Apocalypse!au ❗️

22 TheStakesThatSpearHim!au ❗️

23 MagicalGirl!au ❗️

24 Religion!au ❗️

25 KelVerse!au ❗️

26 Omoverse!au ❗️

27 Hellmori!au ❗️

28 Alleyways!au ❗️

29 FaceStealer!au ❗️

30 Watcher!au ❗️

31 Runaway!au ❗️

32 MentalFacility!au ❗️

33 Pidgin!au 🌀

34 SomethingChanged!au 🌀

35 Caretaker!au ❗️

36 Ballistic!au ❗️

37 Winged!au 🔅

38 Animal!au 🔅

39 TheCursedLake!au ❗️

40 Doll!au ❗️

41 BlackSpaceTakeover!au ❗️

42 Experiment!au ❗️

43 Nymph!au 🌀

44 Cellar!au ❗️

45 Home!au ❗️

46 ColorTheory!au 🔅

47 BadHero!au ❗️

[xolboragainandagain]

I changed the name of this character but only after I drew this, so please ignore the name written here (I literally forgot Shelly De Killer existed my bad)

Also another little goober I made for this AU

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"TWO DROWN NEAR HAMILTON WHEN SAILBOAT CAPSIZES," Toronto Star. April 29, 1943. Page 8. ---- TWO DROWN, TWO WOULD-BE RESCUERS SAVED IN SAILBOAT MISHAP --- Eleven-Year-Old Boy Saves Two Men Who Went to Rescue ---- WATER COLD AS ICE ---- Burlington, April 20 - Two youths were drowned yesterday when their sailboat capsized about three miles east of here 2,000 feet off shore Two others were nearly drowned while attempting a rescue and were In tarn rescued by a fifth. The body of George Grassie, 18, of Part Nelson, was found last night and lifesavers are still searching for the body of Robert Lees, 15, of Mountwood Ave, Hamilton.

Shortly after Grassie and Leas had gone out on the lake to test a 10-foot sail which Grassie's mother had made, a gust of wind turned the boat over dumping them into the icy water. Lance-Bombardier Wilham Barlett and Jack Wilson, of Indian Point, set out from shore an an improvised raft after the two started to swim for shore.

Lees disappeared under the water shortly after starting for shore and the two would-be rescuers tried to pull Grassle aboard the raft but were unsuccessful. They toppled into the water themselves and were brought to shore by 11-year-old Robert Neilson of Port Nelson, who brought a boat from his cellar when he saw the men in difficulties.

"Barlett, Wilson and I were having lunch and Bombardier R. N. Allerston, "when we noticed the boys in their boat about 300 feet off share. As we watched them, the sailboat tuddenly toppled ever. When wu reached the edge of the water we could hear their cries for help."

Barlett and Wilson put three planks together as a raft and pro-ceeded into the icy waters, and don't think it wasn't cold-while I ran to notify police. By this time the boys had floated out and were about 500 or 100 yards off shore, As the wind carried the boat into the lake the boys let go and tried to swim back," Allerton said.

"Our raft was within about 30 feet from George Grassie, who was floating face downward, when the wind blew us away from him," Barlett said. "We both jumped into water and get hold of him but the cold water paralyzed us and we had to release George. He sank quickly.

"Bob Lees must have sunk be fore we got out there." Barlett said, "because we never saw him."

The icy water paralyzed our limbs and we couldn't any more," Jack Wilson said. "We never would have reached the shore it it had not been for Bobby Nielson."

Bob, an 11-year-old freckled neighbor, saw the two would-be rescuers in difficulties and hurriedly hauled a boat from his cellar and brought them to safety.

"I was a bit scared to go out there ill by myself," Robert said, "but there was no one to help the, what else could I do?" he asked.

Hamilton police ordered the harbor patrol to the rescue, and for the first time on record, radioed positions to the harbor patrol boat were by Police Chief Lee Smith, of Burlington, on shore. Grassie's body was recovered late in the afternoon by Art Brown, postmaster at Port Nelson, who with several other men went out In a rowboat. The search for the body of Lees was continued without success until late last night.

Suffering from exposure, the soldier and his companion were taken to Barlett's home in Port Nelson and given medical attention.

The two drowned youths had been life-long friends and were experienced sailors, Chief of Po lice Smith said. George Crate was the only child of Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Grande, Freeman, RR 2, while Lees was the son of Mr. and Mrs Wallace W. Lees, 24 Mountwood Ave. Image caption:

SCENE OF DROWNING ACCIDENT NEAR PORT NELSON

[written-by-jayy]

Watermelon's Whump Game #1

Song: everything i wanted; by Billie Eilish

Prompts: Drowning - Accident - Cliff's edge

TW: Drowning, Car 'accident', Suicide, referenced past sa (vaguely), mcd

Word count: 488

A/N: only a few days late TwT lol. this one's kinda heavy but I hope you enjoy!

prompt by: @watermelons-whump-game, thanks!

Masterlist

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It wasn’t really an accident, was it?

But it looked like one. They’d all think it was just a tragic mistake. One slip of the wheel in her hands. One too many late nights studying. One phone call to steal her attention for a few too many seconds.

And that's what she wanted. She never wanted anyone to realize her true suffering. They'd blame themselves. She didn't want that. She only had herself to blame. She was the who couldn't seem to find the appeal to therapy, she was the one who pretended to be okay, she was the who made the decision that late night on her way home from the library, and ultimately, all that mattered was that she was the one who carried it out.

The perfect crime.

As she felt her lungs burn, her body tense against the cold ocean water, she thought about the funeral. Who would attend? Would anyone? Would there be a body? Who would speak? What would be remembered only in her absence that would have otherwise stay forgotten?

Her aching body finally came to rest softly at the ocean floor.

She never meant to drown herself. She thought the impact of the car against the guardrail would at least throw her into unconsciousness… she had done this to end her suffering, not cause more. At least it would end soon. She knew it was pointless to try to make it to the surface at this rate, anyway.

So she waited. And she thought.

She didn't regret her decision. Just the method.

Staring up, she admired the way the moon beams wavered with the movement of the sea. She saw her own air leaving her body in bubbles, more desperate to surface than herself. She reached her arm toward the sky, as if trying to grasp the calm waves, and watched her hand move, curiously.

She thought of the scene above her, on that ledge. The totaled car crushed against a deformed guardrail, the shattered windshield from which she had been flung, the untouched seatbelt. Would the latter be enough to give her away? Would it be noticed? Would they brush it off as carelessness?

She gasped on water, as if her body desperately wanted to survive what her soul had brought upon herself. She no longer was connected to her body. She had felt this before but in a much different context. She hated her lack of control over her own reflexes and limbs.

This wasn't his fault either. She had forgiven him a long time ago. Though she still couldn't find it in her to grant herself and her body the same mercy.

As she gagged and choked on the salty sea water, as her hand went limp and sank back down to the sea floor, and as the light of the moon faded through her eyelids, she only had one regret;

That she hadn't done this sooner.

[indatsukasa]

Bon voyage avec les âmes du monde sous-marin!

[grimm-haven]

Beginning of Lemon Gen // Previous // Next

[syncope-syndrome]

Because @whumpprentice and I keep getting recommended car blogs... car whump!

Seriously, where amongst my #cats, #nature, #pretty people fainting do you think I'm interested in cars, Tumblr?

TW: CAR ACCIDENTS, KIDNAPPING, DROWNING, VOMITING, DRUGGING

being trapped in the trunk of a car left out in the sun. they've slipped out of the restraints a few minutes ago, but the metal's too hot to safely touch, the heat exhaustion is weakening them, and there's not a sound from the outside. sweat makes their hands too slick to grab onto much securely and dripping into their eyes, mingling with the tears forming at the thought of them baking alive in this car, alone, and no one coming until it's too late.

sitting in the front seat next to their captor, the whumper's hand heavy on their knee as a reminder to stay quiet. the whumpee stares helplessly at the officer checking the car's registration, handing it back to the whumper with a smile and bidding them both a good day and a warning to go a little slower next time. there's triumph in the whumper's responding laugh, and the whumpee's heart sinks into their stomach as their potential savior walks away.

trying to slide their way out between two cars nearly crushing them, feeling the metal of the first car's bumper and the second car's license plate scraping and tearing into their skin with every little sidle.

a vital limb pinned down by crunched-up metal, the impact harsh enough to break bone. even if they wanted to move, they couldn't either way, trapped in by the wreckage and the intensity of their pain both.

a car sinking beneath the water, a whumpee's desperate struggle to try and shatter a window to escape. they bang their hand onto the glass until it's bruised, taking in a last-ditch lungful of air before they're completely submerged. finally, they find something sturdy enough to break the glass, but they have to pull themselves through the mangled window. every shard of glass that digs in or slices them brings a gasp of pain, and every gasp threatens the very little oxygen they have left.

a fever-ridden head pressed against the rain-cooled window, the passing streetlights and zooming cars a blur as the whumpee fades in and out.

trying to use anything and everything to keep the blood off the linen seats — the car's an antique, a rental, a friend's. if there was any other option, they wouldn't be in it at all... but there isn't. all they can do is smear more and more blood on their clothes, their blankets, even their bag in an utterly desperate and mispriortizing attempt to keep the car itself clean.

weaving through traffic with eyes on the rearview mirror, looking for the headlights of the car that's been following them for far too long. it's still there, even as they make a risky merge off the highway. it's still there, even as they make too many right turns through an unassuming neighborhood. it's still there, even as they run a red light to try and finally ditch them. relief floods their body as the tailing car stops, then there's a sickening, screeching crunch of metal on metal, and darkness.

rushing home after a bad date and an even worse dinner, struggling to focus on driving while working their throat hopelessly to keep their food from coming up again. their friend's voice drones on and on, blurring in the background as they lose the battle against their illness just as they pull into their residence.

a caretaker trying to hold a whumpee in place as the car swerves and weaves frantically towards the hospital. every sharp turn aggravates their condition, and the caretaker's voice is nearing overwork from the constant, reassuring whispers towards whumpee and the stern warnings towards the driver.

getting into a car after a party, stumbling into the arms of the all-too-eager-to-help driver. at the time, they think nothing of it, letting themselves lounge in the haze of a wild night out... but wait. they don't know this person well enough to get into their car like this. ... they didn't have that many drinks... this isn't their neighborhood... when they try to express this, their words slur to the point that the driver can't — or won't — understand them, and as their consciousness fades, the realization hits. that's not their friend's voice... it's whumper's.

[bestworstcase]

“seize the powers of their creators and perfect their own design” that’s how the tree works. that’s what the tree does. continual self-directed refinement towards the you you want to be. the gods slaughtered humanity for demanding their birthright

does she know