#hit by car

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Sketch of Redemption era Hardison and Eliot with Hardison driving the food truck and Eliot a little way behind him in front of the curtain to the back. Hardison is leaning over towards Eliot but looking to the road. Eliot had his left hand pressed to his left ribs, his thumb digging in on that side and his hair is wet and dishevelled. He has blood coming from his forehead, nose and lip. End ID]

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Art prompt fill for: Broken Ribs

Ficlet below the cut

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Their mark was exactly the kind of guy who really angered Eliot.

One of a depressingly high number of business owners who cut corners to save money, risked the health of his employees by not bothering to invest in proper protective equipment or safety measures. And, in doing so, had enough money to ensure that none of this ever came back to bite him.

He hired lawyers to dismantle any legal arguments, he blackmailed employees, he bribed officials. Basically all the things an bad bad guy could do to make sure he didn't suffer the consequences of his negligent actions.

After Eliot went undercover in one of the mark's warehouses and Hardison got access to the internal network, they found that most of the wealth that facilitated all of this came from betting massive amounts of money on cage fights between intentionally poorly matched fighters.

The mark found unsuspecting amateurs and pitted them against members of his own professional security, who would draw the fight out just long enough to make it convincing, earning themself a fraction of the pay out.

It was brutal, but it offered an impossibly perfect way to bankrupt the guy.

Their con had centred around positioning Eliot as an untrained fighter, and getting the mark to put him in a fight. Eliot would win, and the mark would lose a lot of money.

Even more money than usual thanks to some carefully applied legal pressure from Harry.

And, while Eliot was in the fight, Parker would break into the mark’s office and get all the documents needed to use as evidence for his breaches of safety standards, blackmail, and bribery.

Straightforward and the sort of thing they’d done in one variation or another hundreds of times before.

Except this time, someone had discovered that Eliot could fight. The crew didn’t know how, but by the time they’d found out, Eliot had already been deliberately hit by a car and left to die in the freezing downpour that had started earlier that day.

The hit and run had knocked Eliot out for no more than a few seconds, and by the time Hardison got to him in the food truck, he was on his feet, glaring at the approaching familiar vehicle, one arm around his torso.

Broken ribs.

Hardison had come to recognise the particular way Eliot held himself when his ribs were broken.

There was also blood tracking down one side of his face, from a cut on his forehead, which probably looked much worse than it was thanks to the rain. The split lip, bruises and bloody nose were so usual on Eliot that Hardison barely took note of them.

It was the ribs that worried him as the hitter joined him in the truck, growling at him to “Go!” when he didn’t immediately start driving, completely failing to comprehend the fact that the delay was caused by a very reasonable concern for his damn safety.

“You know you don’t hafta do this, man,” Hardison said even as he drove as fast as the truck would go towards the fight venue.

“We changing the plan?” Harry asked over the comms, the buzz of voices in the background. He was already in position at the fight.

“No, we’re not changin’ the plan,” Eliot shot back, grunting in pain as Hardison made a turn that forced the hitter to grab the dash for support.

“Didn’t you just get hit by a car?” Harry sounded concerned, which really was the only normal, reasonable reaction to someone being hit by a car.

Parker scoffed, but in the echo that told of the vent she was in, Hardison heard the concern she was either hiding or had yet to identify, “Eliot gets hit by cars all the time.”

Harry still didn't sound convinced, “Okay…so, you’re still fighting this guy? Because he looks pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m still fightin’ ‘im.”

Hardison gave Eliot a sideways glance, taking note of the posture, the pain in his features.

Definitely more than one rib broken. Left side.

“Just try not to take any hits to the ribs, yeah?” Hardison returned his attention to the road, taking the penultimate junction in their route to the club, “‘Cus I’m telling you now, E. If you go getting a lung punctured and collapsed, I am not about to stick a tube into your chest. That’s nasty!”

“You watch too much TV,” Eliot muttered, nudging Hardison lightly with his nearest elbow.

That contact, albeit brief, said a hell of a lot more than any of the growled words Eliot had offered so far.

It was a reassurance. A promise that Eliot wasn’t being reckless. That he knew he could still win this fight and he could do it without getting himself killed.

“You don’t watch enough,” Hardison argued as the significance of the gesture sank in, and with it a salve to his anxiety.

“Yeah, well,” Eliot replied with an entirely false irritation, “Maybe if you get us to this fight on time, I’ll watch that damn vampire show you keep talkin’ about.”

Hardison threw him a sideways smile, “Promise?”

“What?”

“Promise to watch if we get there on time?” Hardison purposefully slowed the truck, prompting Eliot to growl and nudge him again.

“Fine! Now go!”

Hardison broke into a grin and sped the truck up again, already plotting how to orchestrate enforced recovery time for Eliot, aided by some very addictive classic television.

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[sootygifs]

The Sooty Show - “Safety First”

[mwagneto]

what the world looks like after a big cup of lemonade

[wrenchwenches]

[kitskiis]

What I am gathering from current fandom discussion

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael doesn’t even know who FNAF Edwin is

[eydilily]

so i dont love you !

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[luscrts]

woman of your dreams and you can see 15 more minutes of this if you hmu on telegram @ luscrts 😌

[derpwithit]

Comic inspired by my favorite scene from 5 minutes older (timestuck AU)

[vivitalks]

freshman/sophomore year riz gukgak on three hours of sleep & five cups of coffee: vibrating out of his skin, one hand on his gun, talking at 100 words per minute, the poster child of paranoia

junior year riz gukgak on zero hours of sleep, nine cups of coffee, perfect grades, & twelve half-assed extracurriculars: literally whining his way through sentences just trying to piece enough words together to allow one coherent transfer of information while his brain melts out of his ears from stress

[morganbritton132]

Wayne gets off work and finds some kid wandering around a parking lot covered in bruises and nearly in tears because he can’t get the lid off a bottle of ibuprofen, and just takes the kid home.

He never really gets a clear answer out of the kid about where he lives or anything other than being worried about pissing off Hopper and his head hurting, so he stops trying.

He puts the kid to bed on the couch, leaves Hopper a nasty voicemail, and then stays up as long as he can manage to make sure the kid doesn’t die in his sleep.

This is how Eddie wakes up a couple hours later to find his uncle slumped over in a chair and Steve “The Hair” Harrington asleep on the couch.

[stolenkissesdiaz]

i hope buck, eddie and shannon are haunting helena through chris rn. i hope when chris rolls his eyes and snarks back helena freezes reminding her damn well who his father is. i hope when chris bites the inside of cheek and is suddenly really interested in his hands when he’s nervous about something helena scrunches her eyebrows in confusion bc she swears she’s seen it before and her eyes widen as she recalls eddie’s friend, the same friend who was there when they picked up chris, having the same mannerisms when eddie and his team came to texas. i hope when chris asks for the ice cream from the store 45 minutes from their house near the park and he picks rocky road helena swallows roughly bc shannon would do the same when she missed eddie and/or was sad. i hope she’s violently reminded no matter how much she pretends, that child will never be hers in the way she’s so desperately been trying to make it be for years. i hope she’s reminded of her damn place in chris’ life.

[placeboelysium]

The Kineema got a new interior wow awesome!

Original pic below:

[narnour-momo-007]

traditional doodle dump part: 1

[agenderaroace-a-fucking-disgrace]

Wow, recent ads are unhinged, just got one for a tracking app to know where you children are and it starts with a child getting hit by a car and sent flying