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I ended up making this sketch as art therapy for working through my fear about my upcoming medical procedures/surgeries and I actually ended up feeling pretty proud of it, so I hope it's ok that I share it here. Moderately Zelda related. It's Scarecrow with a bit of a Skullkid style-twist.

No idea why, but when I get freaked out I sometimes start using Scarecrow as an avatar of exploring why i'm afraid and trying to work through it. lol, yet another toxic fave. I don't know why my brain works like this.

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Kaiju No. 8 - Ep 07

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Eric Draven in The Crow (1994) | Part 1 • Part 2

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Whumptober 2024

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party

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Favorite Neal Caffrey Whump moment?

Oh there are some good ones. Special mentions include being drugged in 1x10 "Vital Signs", passing out from lack of air in 1x08 "Hard Sell", and 1x13 "Front Man" when he gets tased a bunch of times.

But my absolute FAVORITE Neal Caffrey whump is in 4x02 "Most Wanted". I mean you can't beat that episode. It's so good. Neal gets held hostage, handcuffed gagged and locked inside a giant cage, gets shot in the leg, has the bullet removed without a hospital, limps for the rest of the episode while still held captive, gets rescued by Peter and is in pain for the whole episode? AMAZING

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Sniper Trick Shot

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@whumpgifathon | Day 22: “Knocked Out” || “Head Wound”

Tommy McConnell in Crossing Lines 2x12

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No.6 - 6/6

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I'm just like Richard Papen bc if someone shot me, my first thought would also be that my fancy, expensive shirt is ruined.

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Whumptober #8

xxx forced to stay awake

"Do not let him sleep!" Louisa's voice, sounding strange and distant. It reminds River of the vinyl records he used to listen to with the OB as a kid, the really old ones that made his granddad get that wistful look on his face that disappeared again as soon as he caught River looking at him. Things were so much simpler back then. If he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend he's back there...

"Cartwright!" Lamb snaps, shaking him a little. "Do you want to be fired from the Service for good?"

In this moment, that actually doesn't sound like too much of a bad thing if River is being honest. He doesn't say so.

"That wasn't rhetorical." Lamb's voice is loud, sharp. "We both know how your last job interview went. No one that's any good'll take you, which means you'll be stuck behind a desk at some basic mid-level office job. Or maybe a private firm'll take you on, like your old pal Webb! Imagine working for those arseholes. Is that what you want?"

"No," River mutters.

"No? Then keep your fucking eyes open!"

River forces himself to comply. There's not much to look at, really: the back of the passenger seat; the blood on his hand; Jackson Lamb's knees; the back of Louisa's head and, when he lifts his gaze a little, a glimpse of her worried face in the rear-view. The inside of his eyelids offered a better view.

The car hits a bump, jolting him and ripping a cry from his throat as pain tears through his side and chest where the bullets had struck. His vision goes dark for a second, and then he's pulled back to awareness by the sound of Lamb's raised voice.

"Jesus Christ," he's saying. "Who taught you how to drive?"

"I'm sorry!" Louisa, voice pinched. "River, come on!"

River groans, and prying his eyelids apart is harder this time. Breathing is hard, too. Everything is hard.

"River, talk to me! You okay?" Louisa cries.

"Yup," River gasps. Another groan. "Hurts."

"I'll bet it does," Lamb says. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before running off on your own like a fucking dickhead, eh? Course, I thought the same thing the last two times you did it. It's like you never learn, no matter how many times I tell you to stop doing stupid shit."

"You can..." River really shouldn't be wasting his breath on this, but he can't help it. "You can lead a horse to water."

Lamb makes a noise that could be a snort of laughter or, more likely, he's hacking up something disgusting.

"I don't know that I could lead you fuck-ups to water if we were on a-a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific."

River tries to draw in another breath to respond, but his chest hitches and he lets out a wet cough. His mouth fills with the taste of iron and he almost gags, but coughs again instead, blood flecking his lips, and he just keeps coughing. Panic is creeping in, black dancing at the edges of his vision. He can't get enough air...

"Keep breathing," Lamb commands, his words filtering through the ringing in River's ears. The pressure he's been holding on the hole in River's chest increases as he tightens his grip.

He doesn't know how long it takes, it feels like a lifetime, but the coughing fit finally subsides. His chest is burning, head pounding. He can't catch his breath. And, more than anything else, he's so, so tired. It's a deep, heavy exhaustion. He just wants to sleep.

"Cartwright! You open your fucking eyes, now."

Fucking Lamb. Louisa is speaking too, but River can't discern the words. She's too far away. He suspects she wants him to stay awake too, though, damn her. Damn both of them.

"Now!" Lamb repeats, tapping River's face. "You hear me, Cartwright? That's an order. I know you're shit at following those, but you had better follow this one. Come on. Eyes open. If you won't do it for me, do it for Guy. You saw what happened after Min. What do you think'll happen if you die in her backseat?"

That sparks something, the faintest bit of anger, and River's eyes open a little. He doesn't know how he manages it.

He doesn't know if he'll manage it again.

xxx

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Reid is shot during a shootout.

Criminal Minds, s9e24