#he may have a concussion

[oneofgothamsinsane]

tim drake is crying on the street curb near my bakery(dont ask how i still have it just do) and it like literally so fucking funny-

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

Creamcicle grabbed a wrench out from his tails (one of the only two things he keeps in there during adventures), holding it like he was prepared to knock the hedgehog unconscious with it.

"Why would I cooperate- I'm HAPPY like this!" He laughed, looking back at Shadow and spinning the tool in his hand. "What did Shadow do to Metal? Are you both gonna do that to me now?"

He was glad to be doing this the hard way. Maybe a little manipulation, and he could convince Sonic to let him get Metal and leave with their hides intact. But reguardless, what would prove himself more than beating his brother in a fight?

He pulled himself to a hault quickly, taking a few steps back from the hedgehog and back towards the fight. "Didn't you try talking already, Sonic?"

The kit stalled, glancing around the area for something he could use to his advantage. Shadow caught his eye once more. He flipped back to Sonic, a soft grin on his face.

"It's nice, really, isn't it? Just using Shadow like your personal tool. Seems familiar to me, really. Must be a habit of yours. Is Shadow ok with being yours to command? Just sending him off to fight people that you deem unworthy of your time? I mean, I know he was created for the sole purpose of being nothing more than a weapon, but that just seems cruel, man." The fox argued to Sonic, hopefully loud enough that it would be in the Other hedgehogs earshot. He wasn't sure how Shadow would react, but hopefully, his creation was some kind of sore subject. Or maybe he would see how Sonic had been using him to fight his battles for him.

@ultimachaos

[exasperatedsportsfan]

gotta love how much this sport cares about concussions and the overall health of their riders 🤡🤡

[methoughtsphantom]

typical Bats-don’t-know-he’s-Jason Red Hood surprise kidnaps Robin but has to wait to do his dramatic monologuing because the little bird is unconscious from where Jason found him with human traffickers. Hours pass, and the kid not stirring begrudgingly makes Jason feel a tinge of worry, which no, he doesn’t appreciate. He’d planned to beat the kid senseless, and now he’s here stuck with him while not being able to, kid is hurt already. Aaand why was that really? The time is the factor that gives Jason the space he needs to really ponder over where exactly Robin had been when he’d found him, how easy it had been to take him and why Batman had not been there to stop him.

among many others just,, imagine Jason seeing Robin for what he is, for what he was, and having a mini crisis about whether is okay to be mad with a kid who in this sorta mirror scenario batman was also not here to protect and stop the man who kidnapped him in the first place. …he recalls how he used to feel when he was the one hiding behind Batman’s shadow and well, he’s cringing over wanting to see this kid who’s wounds he wrapped boded against him. Now Tim’s perspective,, poor kid is super confused in the little time he’s been awake because the man B has been worrying about for months is asking why wasn’t he with Batman?? asking if the man had forgotten what happened to the last boy who worn those colors? if he even cared?? really just, picture Tim having to hear this random crime lord sounding all angry and hateful and making allusions to his predecessor’s fate and run as Robin without even waiting for any input (like this is a version of the dramatic monologue let my boy ramble) and 0 to 100 passing from panic alarm fear you know who we are?? to what the fuck are you defending me?? you mad in my behalf?in Jason’s?? what is this shit

[bonebabbles]

Pain scale from least to worst;

Pulling a muscle

Breaking a bone

Listening to people be wrong about Onestar

[hawksheadcanonblog]

Headcanon - Henry Stickmin got into the mess with the timelines in his game because of a time piece falling on his head. He's technically in a time rift going through the motions until Hat Kid fixes the rift, made all the worse by the fact he already had minor rewind powers that the time piece was able to amplify.

[redfurrycat]

Hey @scottishaccentsareawesome! 🥰 (I deleted your ask accidentally... :( Luckily I had it screen-captured! <3)

Natasha and Bradley rock-paper-scissored to know which one would get the absolute chance of interviewing the BEST football player of the Season. The Hangman. Bradley lost.

During the interview, Jake Seresin told him way too many suggestive jokes...Telling Bradley how he can show him a good time. Bradley said he's not interested, tried to remain professionnal and all. (Bradley also likes to lie to himself.)

He got invited personnally by the Hangman to come attend the Super Bowl final or whatever; or as described in the handwritten note "to come admire the NFL's best asset".

Nat ratted on him to their boss so Bradley had NO choice but to go. ('Or you're fired, Bradshaw!')

Now, even though the finale was one of the best ever played, Bradley saw nothing of the last intense minutes because he got a Wilson right on the nose, hit with enough force to make him lose consciousness.

Meaning, Bradley didn't get to see the telephone number written on it... 😉

To be continued?

(Is my scenario believable? I have NO idea... Who cares? xD) (NFL isn't my sports soooooo) (Tell me what you think of it!!! ;P)

[perfunctory-satisfaction]

surprising absolutely no one, my ex is a piece of shit!

[preggomancer]

Pregnant femme boyfriend and hot butch girlfriend feel like they’d be the protagonists in the single greatest rom-com ever written

no listen their plot is literally “I’m a werewolf and I got my next door neighbor pregnant while transformed (and I kind of have a crush on him???)” it’s actually my best shit yet 

[cantsayidont]

While I can't imagine most Tumblr users have even heard of this 52-year-old Otto Preminger movie:

SUCH GOOD FRIENDS (1972): Annoyingly disjointed comedy-drama, based on a 1970 Lois Gould novel, about a 30something Jewish woman (a miscast Dyan Cannon) who reaches her wit's end when her boorish husband Richard (Laurence Luckinbill), who'd been threatening to divorce her, ends up in a coma following a routine surgery, leaving her to grapple with his array of condescending, useless doctors and her discovery of a "little black book" showing that Richard has been persistently unfaithful.

Elaine May's script for the film adaptation (written under the pseudonym "Esther Dale") has some funny smaller moments, but doesn't hold together at all as a story, largely defanging the protagonist's ornery frustration (which is the whole point of the novel) and only timidly approximating the book's caustic humor and sexual bluntness. Director Otto Preminger's apparent discomfort with the material also allows the tone to waver queasily between absurdist comedy and dreary wronged-wife melodrama, particularly toward the end. It has its moments, but the point has been missed — skip it and just read the book instead.

Absurdly, Roger Ebert's 1972 review credits Preminger and May for the film's "vulgarity" and for making "a sort of black-comedy version of Lois Gould's serious novel," an assertion credulous online sources like IMDb continue to wrongly present as fact. One can only assume Ebert hadn't actually read more than the jacket blurb of the bestselling book — which is much more vulgar and far more laceratingly cynical than anything in the film — and that whoever added that IMDb trivia hasn't read it at all.

[oneofgothamsinsane]

What a good day to be able to hide the fact that I have meta gene(It gives me horns and shit that i can make disappear if i try hard enough) and be seen as a normal human. :)

(I just met BatBitch and he asked me if I knew any doctors at the clinic who were metas.)

[heroprogeny]

Open || Just a little tap

"Oh, come on! It was just a little tap to the head. I'm fiiine. I've had much worse." If there was something Francis had inherited from Clint, it was stubbornness and Barton luck. Meaning, shit happened, but he also succeeded in almost impossible things. And he was, unfortunately, prone to injuries. "I'm often told I've nothing in my head anyway." And you couldn't get concussed without a brain.

[pygmi-says-hi]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

*anguished, good guy realizing he fucked up voice* OH ! I'M A SCAMP ! I'M A VILLAIN ! OH OH OH ! NO ! I DID A BAD, BAD THING !

[thebibliosphere]

So, anyway, I say as though we are mid-conversation, and you're not just being invited into this conversation mid-thought. One of my editors phoned me today to check in with a file I'd sent over. (<3)

The conversation can be surmised as, "This feels like something you would write, but it's juuuust off enough I'm phoning to make sure this is an intentional stylistic choice you have made. Also, are you concussed/have you been taken over by the Borg because ummm."

They explained that certain sentences were very fractured and abrupt, which is not my style at all, and I was like, huh, weird... And then we went through some examples, and you know that meme going around, the "he would not fucking say that" meme?

Yeah. That's what I experienced except with myself because I would not fucking say that. Why would I break up a sentence like that? Why would I make them so short? It reads like bullet points. Wtf.

Anyway. Turns out Grammarly and Pro-Writing-Aid were having an AI war in my manuscript files, and the "suggestions" are no longer just suggestions because the AI was ignoring my "decline" every time it made a silly suggestion. (This may have been a conflict between the different software. I don't know.)

It is, to put it bluntly, a total butchery of my style and writing voice. My editor is doing surgery, removing all the unnecessary full stops and stitching my sentences back together to give them back their flow. Meanwhile, I'm over here feeling like Don Corleone, gesturing at my manuscript like:

ID: a gif of Don Corleone from the Godfather emoting despair as he says, "Look how they massacred my boy."

Fearing that it wasn't just this one manuscript, I've spent the whole night going through everything I've worked on recently, and yep. Yeeeep. Any file where I've not had the editing software turned off is a shit show. It's fine; it's all salvageable if annoying to deal with. But the reason I come to you now, on the day of my daughter's wedding, is to share this absolute gem of a fuck up with you all.

This is a sentence from a Batman fic I've been tinkering with to keep the brain weasels happy. This is what it is supposed to read as:

"It was quite the feat, considering Gotham was mostly made up of smog and tear gas."

This is what the AI changed it to:

"It was quite the feat. Considering Gotham was mostly made up. Of tear gas. And Smaug."

Absolute non-sensical sentence structure aside, SMAUG. FUCKING SMAUG. What was the AI doing? Apart from trying to write a Batman x Hobbit crossover??? Is this what happens when you force Grammarly to ignore the words "Batman Muppet threesome?"

Did I make it sentient??? Is it finally rebelling? Was Brucie Wayne being Miss Piggy and Kermit's side piece too much???? What have I wrought?

Anyway. Double-check your work. The grammar software is getting sillier every day.

[fdragon-art]

Day 90 - When the Earth Stood Still

(Story underneath)

Damian had come as soon as he had heard. The glaring white walls seemed to almost taunt him as he rushed to the front desk of the hospital.

"where is he??"

The front-desk administrator was confused at first before Damian clarified who it was he was looking for in a rush. Despite being told he could not see him yet, Damian refused to listen.

"no you don't understand. i need to see him. i NEED to be there for him!"

After being told again that he had to wait for the doctor in charge to let him, he sighed heavily and turned towards the waiting room chairs, but not before facing the administrator again.

"sorry. it's just...he's my everything and...yeah. sorry about that..."

It only took a few minutes of waiting to be given the go-ahead, something Damian could only be grateful for. The doctor in charge of Miles - he'd called himself Dr Marawan - lead him to the room Miles was in, but gave him a warning:

"Be warned. He had suffered a head injury, so he may still be out of it some."

Damian thanked the doctor and rushed to him as safely as he could. From the gentle light filtering through the thin curtains, Damian saw him, sitting upright and looking outside before turning his head.

"Damian...I...--"

"thank fuck you're okay, miles! i nearly died from heartbreak when i heard what happened"

Miles looked at Damian, his amber eyes seeming a little unfocused as he took time to respond. Finally, "I'm sorry, Damian. I think my ears are playing up on me from the accident. I'm just glad my hips aren't in pain right now. They were ridiculously painful before..."

Damian just looks at Miles and laughs a soft laugh. "it's okay, miles," he says slowly, making sure Miles heard every word, "i was just saying i'm so fucking glad you're still here. i don't...i...don't know what..."

Damian's voice cracked with tears, and Miles opened up his arms for an embrace, which Damian leaned straight into. "Don't worry, Damian.

"Together forever...remember?"