#his pain...

[mobblespsycho100]

YOU DONT GET IT. HOW INSANE THIS IS MAKING ME.

I mean. Jing Yuan met Yanqing when the latter was fighting. As far as I know, the exact circumstances aren't revealed. It was something against the public opinion. His lineage is listed as unknown. There's no family to claim him, so what else could Jing Yuan do but take him under his wing? He was still young and already talented, so only a century or two of training and he would be an amazing swordmaster. The general had already lived 700 years, it wouldn't be long until he would start seeing the effects of mara.

Of course that's an amazing prospect to Yanqing. The more he watched the general fight, the more amazed he got. Every cloud knight training session he sat in on was like a movie. He wanted to do that. He wanted to do it quickly! These people were already so good. And the general remarked at how young some of them were, so he had to catch up.

Yanqing was probably seven or eight at the time. Maybe he knew about the ling lives of the xianzhou people. maybe he didn't. Maybe he didn't know about his own finite one. But regardless, he practiced like he would die the next day. The calluses on his hands grew thick, until a particularly rough swing would tear them off the skin. And even still he would practice with bleeding hands. When Yanqing was able to practice on his own, Jing Yuan could go many nights without seeing the boy return home until the morning only to drop into bed like a brick, still gripping his sword.

It was only after several days of seeing bloodstains where Yanqing's hands had touched, ghosts of his presence in the house, that Jing Yuan became concerned. Yanqing trained hard, yes, but not so much he should be injured like this so often. the friction burns should only take a few days to heal, and the torn skin even faster. Perhaps the rigorous training was too much. Perhaps Yanqing worked so much he didn't give himself the chance to heal.

But Yanqing didn't know what the general was saying. He was fine. His hands were rested enough, and wrapped with an annoying level of gauze to keep them safe. "I guess I've always healed slowly" he said, "I mean those cloud knights get back into action so quickly!" Although, Yanqing mentioned, that was probably just from the alchemy commission's medicines.

But Yanqing never complained about pain during training, and he took Jing Yuan's harsher lessons with stride, so there could be nothing to worry about. just slow healing and fast training.

Yanqing progressed at astonishing speeds. Most Cloud Knights don't even begin to train until they're in their teens, and before that Yanqing had already joined their ranks. his skill was impossible to ignore. In strategy he was a genius, and in swordplay he had no equal. His body had been trained from a young age for both strength and agility, and it showed clearly in his movements.

Martial arts were his weak point. By no means was he bad at it- the average recruit didn't dare spar with him unless they wanted to spend their day in the hospital. But without a sword in hand, his movements felt awkward and restrained. It was hardly a surprise when a match ended with a broken arm.

It was slightly more surprising when he stayed in recovery the next day, and morbidly terrifying when he was still gone a week later.

The kid was young, not even 13 yet, so his body was at its prime for healing small fractures like that. Maybe he had fallen a little hard, but to stay out of training for so long? it wasn't like Yanqing. And seeing the Arbiter-General take time out of his day to bring him to the Alchemy Commission personally? rumors began to spread about his immanent death.

Yanqing didn't get it either. Despite the everyone's insistence that an injury like this didn't warrant a trip to the Alchemy Commission, his arm just wasn't healing. Even the older folk would already be fine by now, but Yanqing still couldn't grip his sword without pain shooting through his arm and shoulder. Even the fatigue of using his qi blades was too much to handle for long. And he had never seen the ever-calm general so worried. Confused, maybe. His face was too hard to read, but when Jing Yuan would examine Yanqing's arm as the boy tensed in pain, his expression was furrowed and intense. There was no way this boy could be...

"He's not a Xianzhou Native?" the healer asked, bringing out a cast for Yanqing, "I never would have guessed the youngest Cloud Knight recruite would be an outworlder. I'm surprised I haven't seen him more often."

Yanqing had only splintered memories of his parents. He had lived with them once. There was a vague recollection in his mind of a house he had with them. More of a room. More of a soldiers quaters. And he was always moving from place to place behind them. Planet to planet, always chasing something. Or running from it. Who could tell. The last time he remembered them was on a battlefield.

Maybe he should have known he wasn't a human cursed by Yaoshi. Maybe he should have recognized that the first language he learned wasn't that of the Xianzhou. But he was so young that it all blurred together, and the Xianzhou Natives were the closest thing to him. Who wouldn't assume he was one of them?

But the Alchemy Commission served mostly outworlders. All the long-life species of the Xianzhou healed too quickly to go for anything less than an emergency, so the healers seldom saw them. Outworlders, with their slow healing and fast lives were their most common customers. When they cut their skin, it had to be bandaged more thoroughly, the wound being exposed for much longer than if it belonged to a Vidyadhara. Bad muscle sprains could require weeks of rests, compared to a foxian's few days. A broken arm would cost a regular human months of leave where a Xianzhou Native wouldn't take more than a week. They knew which one an injury like Yanqing's belonged to.

augh. hang on . hang on a moment

[ingravinoveritas]

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

Happy Pride, everyone...

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[cloverandcrossbones]

Laios Touden Period Cramps moodboard

[image ID: a 3x3 moodboard of alternating Dungeon Meshi manga panels and Delicious in Dungeon anime screenshots of Laios suffering from cramps and stomach pain, arranged in sequential order to show how his pain progresses. Laios is a blond tallman (human) in grey plate armor. In some images, there is a closeup of his face with a pained expression or crying, while the rest show him doubled over on the ground. In two manga panels, Laios says, "My stomach. Urrgh..." Narrative text from the other panels read, "Laios tried to say something... But overwhelming stomach pain and nausea wiped all thoughts from his mind. For an entire night, it felt like his stomach was being carved open from the inside." End ID.]

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[wis-art]

Kanapka wolf woman dyke wolf etc.

[lilith-91]

this art from eighthsun_art (IG) broke me

AANGS SILENCE HURTS THE MOST

[densewentz]

When a cunty witch beats you to death then steals your boy toy for eternal torment 😢 (based on that 'don't you miss her???' meme)

[isatohlee]

He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through

[time-woods]

this goesout to theperson who wanted me todraw him with an even bigger lollypop here it is

[chibiveneficus]

oh this robot is gay, like GAY gay

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Big fan of when a character's grief/trauma/guilt manifests as physical symptoms. Big fan of characters keeping things so tight inside them that it makes them sick. Big fan of when the line blurs between a character's mental trauma and physical illness until it's hard to tell which is which anymore.

[maelicgrn]

Self-indulgent showtime sketches

[shroomwar]

Obsessed with the way Vicodin is such a huge piece of symbolism in House’s relationships. Like. Cuddy left him because he relapsed. She told him that he took the Vicodin to avoid pain, because pain means you care and he wasn’t willing to do that. We’ve seen throughout the show how House’s emotional pain manifests as physical, increasing whenever he feels guilt or anger or sadness or fear. Keep in mind this was while Cuddy was worried she might have cancer.

And then Wilson ACTUALLY gets cancer, and House treats him at his apartment, and he feeds him Vicodin. Because Wilson is in pain, and he’s always the one who cares so much, and it’s House’s turn to take that away. And House doesn’t take any Vicodin. He feels the pain so Wilson’s is lessened, because he CARES. They make a point to show that he is willing to care, willing to take on that burden for him.

House will do anything to stop the pain, unless it makes Wilson suffer.

[caffstrink]

Comic about something that happened in 2019