#injured leg

[whumpetywhump]

Begins ≠ Youth - Ep. 10

[viva-la-whump]

Whumpmas in July - Day 30

Day 30 - "I'm here"

Kanan took care of the last poacher, the hilt of his sword crashing down on the man’s head and sending him crashing to the ground. Taking one last look around to make sure he hadn’t missed anyone, he sheathed his sword and rushed over to where Ezra lay slumped on the ground.

The kid’s face was battered and his left pant leg was in tatters. He could see glimpses of angry red and inflamed flesh beneath it, which would explain the heat he felt radiating off of him. His bound hands were outstretched out as if reaching for someone, but he didn’t seem to even know Kanan was there. Even though the kid was looking up at him, Kanan didn’t think it was his face he was seeing.

Ezra’s whole body seemed to sag and his eyes closed.

“Ezra, can you hear me?”

Ezra’s eyes cracked open again and this time he seemed to recognize Kanan. But one more, his eyes slid shut again.

“Ezra! Hey, stay with me!”

Kanan put a hand on one of Ezra’s shoulders and shook it gently, but it was no use. The kid was out. But he was still alive. Kanan just had to make sure he stayed that way. He hadn’t found the kid just to lose him again.

“I’m here, kid,” he said to the boy’s unconscious form. “You’re going to be alright. I’m here.”

[how-much-for-a-whump]

FEBUWHUMP day 22:

Prompt: "Can't scream"

Mehmetçik Kut'ül Amare 2. Bölüm

@febuwhump

[gloryseized]

sapientiiae asked:

anything broken? (For Link)

Meme Tag -- @sapientiiae

Gingerly, Link shook his head, rolling to his side before he tried to sit upright. Usually Epona wasn't one to startle, but the monster attack had been unexpected and his usually well-mannered mare bucked him off. He'd been trying to take a swing at the monster with his sword too, so that certainly hadn't helped either, and that also meant he couldn't land as he liked, doing his best to make sure he didn't land on his own sword.

Tumbling down a hill, he finally came to a stop, the sounds of the battle ending sharply in what Link hoped was a victory for Zelda. The sounds of Epona approaching, whinnying in concern, encouraged him to keep trying to move, although his left leg throbbed ominously. Reaching up for Epona's neck, he held on as she pulled him upright, placing him gently back on his feet. His right leg held. His left leg did not. He shook his head in confusion, looking up at Zelda as she approached.

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[shima-draws]

Every time they get him to smile they count it as a personal victory

[bunnieswithknives]

Thinking about his brain

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle hunt gone wrong.

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[whump-galaxy]

“I don’t like you, but I’m not gonna let you die here.”

“Why? You think you’re some hero for saving me?”

“No, if you’re gonna die, it’ll be because I killed you myself. Not some leg infection.”

[hussyknee]

If I spat the bile this rose in my throat in this fascist, death-worshipping maniac's face it would melt the flesh off his skull.

At the same time as Dems were pouring sympathy on the orange baby's boo boo today, Israel massacred nearly a hundred Palestinians in the designated safe zone of al-Mawasi. The only hospital in Gaza is just barely functioning after having been shut down by the Zionists. Of the three hundred injured it's unsure who will be able to get any treatment or survive.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

can i just say…

episode 7 was actually so fucking funny

ekko and heimerdinger are in this close to perfect reality. ekko and powder dance and hang out. benzo and vander and everyone (except vi) is alive and zaun is thriving! ekko is presenting something for an inventors contest and attends a party and heimerdinger becomes a musician

meanwhile, jayce fighting for his fucking life

[simply-whump]

Love Next Door : Episode 3

[freakingholland]

"Sofa chronicles" - Jason Todd x gn!injured!reader

A/N: Hi babes, ummm hurt/comfort/fluff time am I right? *cricket sounds* I’ve been really struggling with inspo to write about my fav boys to be very very honest so please, show some love in my comments/asks, I wanna fangirl/boy/they with you all cutie pies

:(

Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: injuries, mentions of surgery, physical discomfort, negative remarks, use of pain killers, mentions of diabetes devices/supplies, suggestive implied dialogue (in a joking/pun form, NSFW) - (hurt/comfort + fluff)

Summary: After a patrol went south you are left with one working knee and a caring boyfriend at your side.

Word count: 820+

If you enjoyed my work: Ko-fi.com/freakingholland

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„Do you need anything else sweetheart?” Jay said squatting next to the sofa, his face plastered with genuine worry.

“Oww… Can I—can I take my meds now? Did you check the time?” You grimaced, trying to shift to a more comfortable position.

Jay quickly glanced at his watch, brows knitting together.

“Yup- you can. I’ll  go grab them.” He stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“JUST DON’T GO ANYWHERE!” he shouted once he left the living room.

“Oh, you’re sooo funny Todd.” You responded, as your upper torso sank back into the warm pillow.

He walked back in with your pills in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

“Here.”

“Thanks babe.”

Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and started rubbing your back to try and comfort you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, appreciating the comfort of his touch.

“Jay…” you said, your voice a little hesitant.

 “I’m sorry, but can I ask you for one more thing?”

“’Course.” He straightened up, immediately attentive, his face softening.

“Ice bag?” you asked with pleading eyes.

“On it.”

“You’re the best,” you sighed, feeling both grateful and guilty for needing so much help.

Thanks to an unfortunate patrol the other week you were now stuck to your sofa with just half of working knees. One point for a hard landing, zero points for Y/N. Thankfully Jay was there to help you out after an ACL surgery.

“Here you go hun.”

You sighed in relief as the cold began to seep through, taking the edge off the ache in your knee. You finished your glass of water and handed it back to him. Jay placed it on the coffee table.

“Move your cute butt a bit.” He requested with a grin. You blink at him, too tired to figure out what he’s getting at.

“You can’t be serious…”

Jay snickered, shaking his head.

“Naah I’m kidding, don’t move.” Jay bent a little to plant a kiss on top of your head before he sat beside you. He chuckled slightly as he noticed the way you rolled your eyes at his remark.

With him sitting next to you, he gently tuged the blanket up to make sure you're cozy. Jay glanced at your exposed leg, his fingers lightly tapping on your hand. That was his usual way of asking to be held.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his rough palm grazing against yours. Your head fell to the side, leaning on Jay’s shoulder. His hair was still damp after a shower. The scent of his cosmetics mixed with his natural smell brought you much needed comfort.

Suddenly you straightened up, when you noticed your sleeve getting wet.

You glanced down at your arm and moved your gaze toowards Jay's. His dexcom sticker got wet and started leaking drops of water.

“You’re making me- wet babe.”  you murmured, nudging him slightly.

Jay blinked all puzzled, then looked down at his arm and snorted.

“Oh—am I?”

“-- my bad pumpkin.” He apologized with a grin.

“Guess I didn’t dry it off.” Jay continued.

He playfully wiped your arm, not making it any less wet, earning a chuckle from you.

“No need to apologize, it’s not like I can be mad at my personal nurse.”

“Yeeaah you’re kinda right. What would you do without me, huh?” He leaned back, crossing his muscular arms.

“Not much, that’s for sure.”

Jay’s phone buzzed.

“Bruce?” you asked.

“Mr. Richard.”

“He’s asking if you’re still alive.”

“Sadly… wait what?”

“Wait what?” He furrowed his brow at your negative comment.

He placed his free hand on your uninjured thigh as he was responding to the message.

“Feelin’ any better?” His warm hand was sliding up and down your leg, as he was trying to comfort you.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Good.” He tossed his phone to the side.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked moving to the edge of your sofa. You grabbed him by his t-shirt, tugging him back towards you.

“No, no thank you. Please sit down for a bit. Do you feel like watching a movie or something?”

“Would love to, any ideas?” He took the remote and started looking through the channels.

“What about this?” he asked, motioning towards the TV.

“Perfect.” You sighed contentedly, leaning into him, your head resting against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you. His fingers started tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Thanks for taking care of me-- I know I’m not the easiest patient.” You whispered weakly, looking up at him.

“You’re not so bad.” he said teasingly. You playfully punched his side.

“I might have to start charging you for my nursing services,” Jay chuckled, his arm tightening around your shoulders, carefully pulling you even closer to him.

“I know you love taking care of me, you’re a bad liar Jay.”

“I do, I do… now gimme a kiss.”

You happily complied.

[benjitoum]

Ouuuuuuchhhh! This is not a photo of my legs haha. But I did do something like this myself one time when I had a broken foot. My other foot and ankle were achy from hopping around on it too much while in the cast and I strapped on a boot for a few days at one point. In this case, his good foot may have gotten sprained or something and he quit with the crutches and decided to just use a chair.

[scooterpengie]

I have an AU where Miss Heed and G-Lo end up working together that I can't really be bothered to explain right now but I thought this suited them - the dialogue is from Sylvanian drama (who you should definitely be following if you're not already)

Anyway I've never drawn G-Lo before so I thought I'd try. Unpopular opinion (??) I actually don't really care for her. I think she's an overrated character

[fallenclan]

(distant sounds of Nick and Toro beating the shit out of a twoleg)

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