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[person4924]

guys all of my top songs this week were from sprained ankle 😰

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Tracklist:

Blacktop • Sprained Ankle • Brittle Boned • Everybody Does • Good News • Something • Rejoice • Vessels • Go Home

Submitter's Note: Julien Baker is a member of the supergroup boygenius

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[medusapelagia]

Hidden Treasure - STBB Proj 7 WIP Wednesday - Steve

This is the last promo banner for my @strangerthingsbigbang fic, featuring my pretty boy: Steve Harrington! The next time I'll be talking about this fic it will be officially posted! A huge thanks to my wonderful artists @mothellie and @ghostdeb, and my betas Manu K. and @suometar and see you during posting season!

tagging those who were interested: @katyawriteswhump @lingeringmirth @akichania @v3lv3tf0x @blog4horror

Under the cut a little snippet TW: storm, injuries, blood

The wood is wet and slippery, but Jeff is old salt, so he climbs down slowly, making sure to find a nice grip before moving a foot or a hand. He holds on to the ropes and his hands hurt from how strong his grip is, but one step at a time he is getting down to the deck, just a few feet and he will not be at the storm’s mercy anymore.  That’s when a big wave rocks the Golden Lion without mercy and he loses his grip and falls on the deck, yelling. Jeff doesn't even have the time to understand that he injured his ankle when another wave comes crashing. He has already shut his eyes, ready to be tossed into Davy Jones' locker, when someone grabs him by his belt and yanks him back.

When Jeff turns, the new boy has a rope around his chest and is holding him with all his strength. “Hold on!” Steve yells, crouching down with the other man against the ship’s rail.

They both curse while the salty water wet them till their bones, but they hold onto each other, shivering with cold and fear, until finally the sky starts to clear and the wind starts to die down. 

Someone behind them is praying, while some crew members are calling the names of their companions out loud, and in the chaos on the ship, Billy keeps yelling orders until the Golden Lion is in the clear and they find a little cove where they can drop anchor and assess the damage to the vessel and the crew. 

The ship has a few damages, they definitely need to search for a closer port to get it repaired, and they lost five members of the crew. The only reason Jeff wasn’t flung in the ocean was Steve's quick thinking, so the lad has finally gained his place in the crew. Their lookout has a sprained ankle and a few bruises but, even if he is not going back to the crowsnest soon, he is fine. Who worries the alpha is the beta man. Everytime they’re close he can smell something coming from him. It’s not exactly a scent, but it makes him uneasy, so he tries to avoid staying closer to the man as much as he can. At least until dinner, when they consume their food in the Captain’s cabin like every night and Steve sits at Billy’s side, waiting for Eddie and their ration. Billy smells the air and detects a stronger smell that he knows too well: blood. 

The alpha grabs the man’s wrist and drags him toward his bed, “Strip.” he orders, and he’s not surprised when the beta starts to protest, but the alpha’s grip is strong. “Don't fuss and strip.” He repeats.

“If you need to fuck someone to cool down the steam, Eddie’s just outside!” Steve snarls back, trying to free himself from the captain’s tight grip.

“You’re hurt. I can smell the blood.” Billy finally admits, “I just want to help you.”

“You are the one who is hurting me!” Steve protests, but for a moment Billy sees a flash of fear in the boy’s eyes so Billy assumes that he is scared that they will leave him on some desert island because he is injured. It won’t be a first, but Billy’s crew is his family and he is not the kind of pirate that would do something like that to one of his crew members.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter X

oooo first writing post on the new bloggggggg who's excited!!!!!!!!

II check's Vessel's ankle.

wc: 809

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“No, II, I swear I’m fine. You really didn’t have to come back here and check me out,” was the first thing Vessel said to II when he got back into the locker room. The poor guy was pink, leaning against the lockers and was clearly in pain. His lips kept pulling down before he snapped them back up. II sat next to Vessel. 

“Vessel,” II smiled, and waited until Vessel looked up at him. “It’s not a bother. You got hurt at my gym. I have the training to make sure you will be okay. And I’d rather know you’re walking out of here cared for and properly stabilized than walking out of here potentially hurt. I won’t make sure you’re not seriously injured without your permission. But, if you’ll let me, I’d really like to make sure you’re okay,” 

“Um, ah, well, okay,” Vessel broke eye contact. “It’s uh, my left one,” II slid off the bench and onto the floor. He untied Vessel’s shoe and took it off. “Oh, um, uh,” 

“What’s wrong? Does that hurt?” 

“N-no. Just. Worried,” 

“Well, don’t worry too much. I did this for seven or eight years. I just quit about eight months ago,” 

“Oh, no. I don’t doubt your ability. I just.. Uh,” II looked up, locking eyes with Vessel. Vessel trailed off, and his lips parted a little bit. II smiled. Vessel was just so pretty, he really couldn’t help it. After he stared at Vessel for what was likely an uncomfortable amount of time, he shook it off and blinked. 

“Alright, love. I’m going to check your range of motion. Just tell me when it hurts,” II slowly started rolling Vessel’s ankle. About three quarters of the way through II’s manipulation, Vessel hissed. “There?” 

“Y-yeah, there,” Vessel confirmed. 

“How bad is it?” II turned his face back to Vessel’s, mostly to watch for signs of pain. Not because he was cute and sweet and definitely not because that hiss had II’s head spiraling down a path it should not have ever gone down. It was to watch for signs of pain. 

“It.. it’s not bad. I can probably walk on it,” but the edges of Vessel’s eyes were crinkled in a way that was making II think he was trying to play it off as less painful than it was. 

“It’s probably a mild sprain. If you’ll let me, I’ll wrap it,” 

“Uhm,” 

“I don’t have to if you really don’t want me to. But I’d be more comfortable letting you leave if you’d let me wrap it,” Vessel’s teeth were digging into his bottom lip. Oh, what I’d give to be digging my teeth into that lip. II physically jolted when the thought drifted across his mind. Vessel glanced up, making eye contact again. 

“Okay, you can wrap it,” Vessel’s voice had dropped half an octave. 

“Are you in pain, love?” II reached down in his bag to get ibuprofen. When he sat back up, his eyes dragged up Vessel’s body. II realized that Vessel was… excited. There was a very clear imprint showing through his shorts. Vessel was getting hard over something. And that was when II realized what Vessel was seeing. II was kneeling between his legs and continually making eye contact. Vessel audibly swallowed. 

“Y-yeah,” II consciously stopped his eyebrow from raising. He gave Vessel another smile. He assumed that Vessel was getting excited because there was someone between his legs, so he decided to distract Vessel. He didn’t want to embarrass Vessel and have him stop coming to II’s gym. 

“So, uh, how do you take your coffee?” He handed Vessel the bottle of pills and turned to start wrapping his ankle. 

“Black. Sugars. Like. Seven of them,” II laughed. “What?” 

“That’s… an abomination,” he teased. Vessel turned pink again. 

“How! Are you one of those obnoxious coffee snobs who only drinks beans picked on the third of March in the foothills of the Himalayas or something equally ridiculous?” Vessel fired back. It was the longest sentence he had ever said to II, and it made II laugh hard. 

“Oh, yes, absolutely. No, actually, I’ll take anything, so long as it’s iced and comes in a can and is Red Bull,” Vessel was staring at II again. II smiled. “Okay, you’re all set,” II grabbed above Vessel’s knee to haul himself off the floor. Vessel stood at nearly the same time. II could feel his hard, muscular body run up the length of II’s body and suddenly II was battling his own body to not react. Vessel was tall. And pressed right up against II. And II was craning his neck back to look at Vessel. They each tried to move in different directions. Vessel’s lips brushed against II’s cheek. A smile, clearer than any summer sky, burst across Vessel’s face. 

“Thanks, II,”

[rastro-writes]

Melody of a Village

Jan 6: Melody

The portals dropped them off at Twilight’s Ordon. More specifically, half of them were dropped in Twilight’s Ordon treehouse.

Wild is certain Hylia was being a cheeky shit when she dropped him right into his boyfriend's loft bed. He swears he sees the personality similarities between Flora, Sun, and the goddess when the former two tease, and the latter is just so seemingly blatant.

He jumps down to the ground level with the others. Hyrule was rushing outside to vomit over the railing. He’ll have to be sure to give him something soothing with dinner. Wind was making sure nothing landed in the pit fireplace.

He peeks outside to see the other half of the chain, apparently while Hylia was trolling him, she was dropping the others outside off at the same height as the main level of Twi’s house. Which meant a sizable drop for all of them. They were all nursing bruises, most of them landed poorly, including Twi, Legend clutching his ankle painfully. Wild jumped down to take a look. Definitely sprained, but he was able to fix that up with Grace. The watery healing relaxing Legend’s tense face as it fixed the tendon and pain.

He went over to his boyfriend who was sporting a nasty bruise on his arm from landing into a tree trunk. He held it delicately as he healed it, tying the blood vessels back together, and giving his boyfriend a soft smile when his hiss of pain evens out to a relieved sigh.

Wild treated a few other nasty bruises, Time brushing off his own, the stubborn oaf. He can let Hyrule handle him when he’s feeling less sick.

When everyone is recovered, and Hyrule heals Time after threatening to knock him out to do it, everyone settles into Ordon. Wild is drawn to the ranch, and the beautiful Epona in the stable. Twi has mentioned her before, and she really is as beautiful as he described. She’s skittish around people, but Wild doesn’t reach for her, he just closes his eyes and hums a soft melody from his own time, one passed from stable to stable, said to calm horses.

Before he notices, Epona approaches him, nuzzling his face with a snort and soft whinny. Wild rubs under her chin, and she leans into it, huffing into his face.

At the entrance, Twilight smiles softly, watching his special girl and his special boyfriend bonding. He wonders how Wild knows Epona’s song, but that’s a question for another time. For now he’ll just enjoy his family all being safe and comfortable in the village.

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[littleoblivions]

sprained ankle?

everybody does

sprained ankle

something

blacktop

good news

go home

brittle boned

rejoice

vessels

in the mood to rank albums…. <3

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Fanfic's snippet - How Hans became a pirate, part III

First part here

Second part here

Hans is telling the story of what the hell is he doing here to Anna and Elsa after three years of the events portrayed and from his own perspective, mind you.

After Layla and Bernard managed to get into a huge fight – both verbal and physical – and Bernard called him “a lice-lad” for the first time, he didn’t even know why – it was a time to go.

“Catch!” Layla threw him one of the bags with gold and ordered to run as fast as he can. So he ran, not even feeling the pain of glass splinters in his feet. It wasn’t so bad – for as far as they ran out of the castle. The floor inside were even and hard, or covered in soft carpets. The soil of the Southern Isles was, on the other hand, really treacherous and sharp, especially with no shoes on. He didn’t have them. He didn’t have anything but the pyjamas. There was no time to change.

“Dinghy!” she yelled, when they’ve finally managed to slide off the black rocks and not kill themselves doing that. He almost sprained his ankle five times before he reached the shore. She basically seated him onto a bench and pushed the boat to the water herself, then she jumped in and grabbed paddles.

“Move it, newbie!” she ordered, throwing him one of them. It snapped him out of this weird, frenzy state he fell into when he saw from a distance how the flames consume the badly shattered castle, which prided itself to be “impossible to capture”.

There were a lot of other boats around, filled with pirates going back to their vessels. Everyone was screaming, calling to one another. No one was chasing them. There was only a sound of fire and people’s cries behind him. He didn’t know if those were voices of pirates or just of simple people thrown out of their beds, like he was.

Now he saw more clearly. On the sea near the main Isle there were not one but a few different ships of various sizes, but every one of them had a Jolly Rogers on their masts, every one had at least a line of cannons and was fully ready to use them. Every once in a while there was a boom – apparently, the powder hasn’t run out yet. Its smell was pervading the whole world around, managed to dull even the odour of the salt. He was feeling like his eardrums were about to burst. There was a sack with a stolen gold at his lap. Layla had three around her. Not to much, given the size of the freshly robbed treasury, but when they will sell all the other stuff… but where to sell it?! It was obvious that those things were stolen! It was probably easy to identify from where! They will find them, he will be taken home, he will be sent home again…

“Hey! Don’t panic!” Despite the darkness of a moonless night from one side and the smoke from another, she saw his face clearly. “You are starting your new life, lad! Look! See that one there?! She’s ours! Now, row with those arms!”.

The ship was close now. There were reflections of fire on the sea, giving impression like they were entering Hell. But they reached the bank – he was pretty strong after long years of fencing trainings and manure-shoveling, but his shoulders were still begging mercy – and someone threw them a ladder.

It was the first time he set foot on the “Morning Star”. There was the crew all around him, screaming cheerfully and drunk with victory. Because victory was obvious, fair and square. He could hardly believe it. Some pirate band just robbed the Southern Isles to the last penny. Of course, yes, the main treasury was still almost full, because, well, they didn’t have much time and sacks and Bernard managed to steal them some… but taken the damages into account, his father will have to spend a small fortune to repair it all.

Something slammed right next to him. Involuntarily, he jumped out of the way, but it was just one of the yards, pulling down the sail. The ship kicked. Someone at the wheel started to spin it. Someone else started yelling orders, but he had absolutely no clue what those meant. His heart was pounding, he could hear mainly some high-pitched peep and a white noise. His eyes were watering. His whole body hurt. And, he had to admit, he was terrified half to death.

Someone tugged on his wrist, he almost fell over.

“Come, catch those halyards and pull! I’ll be right back with ya!”

He has absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be pulling, but, fortunately, someone just sticked it into his hands.

“Come on, lad, on three! One, two, three!”

Having no better idea, he pulled. He felt a sudden pain in his palms – but he didn’t let go. Those pirates before him didn’t let go either, so he didn’t want to look weak. Looking weak was always dangerous, and if it was dangerous at home, then on the pirate ship, among some thugs, it was probably deadly.

There was quite a few of “one, two, three”s. Every time he thought he was losing a piece of a skin, but the ship was slowly turning around, heading for the sea. Hans felt a wind on his neck and saw it in the sails. They were leaving.

He looked back. Flames left on the land, smaller by the minute. There was still a long time till dawn. The other ships vanished somewhere in the darkness. There was no moon. They were going into the night. On stranger tides. All of his life was disappearing behind the stern.

When the last sail was set, the crew cheered. One of them jumped, the other one showed around his newly acquired treasures, two of them started dancing so hard they crashed into the other two and the three who were stealing the tapestry – he didn’t know their names by then – pulled out the instruments and started to play. The whole ship was having a great time. And he was just standing there, not knowing what he is supposed to do. Layla promised she will be back soon, but she was nowhere to be seen. Was he supposed to just remain standing? Maybe he should sit? Cheer with them or stay silent, not drawing attention?

“Hey, lad, and who may ye be?” finally, the pirate who yelled “one, two, three” noticed him. He had a beard, a striped shirt with no sleeves and a big belly. Oh, and an eye-patch.

“Me… Hans” he responded, barely remembering his own name. “My name is Hans.”

“Are you a hostage?”

“What? No!” he gasped; is it possible that Layla took him only as that?! If so, well, she is up for a great disappointment. He was sure no one is going to pay for him. And as far as he knew, hostages with no hope for a ransom were usually up for a gruesome end… He suddenly felt sick.

“So what, a new crewmate?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Eh, nevermind. Look here, lad!” he showed him his own bag, filled to the fullest… yes, it was definitely one of his sisters-in-law jewelery. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes… and… where did you find it?” he asked carefully; it wasn’t like he had some big feelings towards the wives of his brothers. Usually he just treated them with some slight sympathy. And he pitied them on behalf of joining this so-called-family, because he know best it is no joy, no honour and no profit. But he would prefer them to not be hurt. In the end, there was no animosity between them. Most of them hated the Southern Isles as much as he did.

“From one of the bedrooms, where else?”

“And… the owner?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t bump into anyone, why?”

“No reason”. He felt a little better now… well, a little little. “So… where are we heading?”.

“Wherever our captains commands, of course! Oy, mates!” He yelled to his friends, hoisting up his plunder. “Hurray for captain Rogers!”

The crew yelled with all the might. Hans could see both men and women, different ages, various shapes, sizes and colours. The darkness of the night was lit up only by small, iron lanterns, so it was hard to tell exactly how many of them there is.

 The pirate laughed resoundingly.

“Cheer up, lad! Name’s Raivis. Are you from there? Some village?”

“I… me…” What was he supposed to say? I am a thirteenth prince, well, I was, before they disowned me, I ran away because I couldn’t stand them anymore”?! “Yes, I am from the Isles” He hoped it will be enough for now.

“Look at you, lad, so scared! Is it your first time seeing the battle?”

“This kind, yes”. He preferred not to mention Arendelle just now.

“Oh, of course. Here, take a sip!” Raivis reached somewhere next to them. Other pirate was just pouring something into wooden cups. It has a strong scent of citruses. New colleague took two, for him and for himself. Hans took it, but it was like he didn’t know what is he expected to do. “Well, lad? Here is for the health of the captain!”

Not seeing any other way, Hans raised the cup and tasted the grog for the first time. He barely stopped himself from spitting it out immediately.

“So, how did you get here?” It seemed like Raivis was going to keep his interview, right after he swallowed all of his shot in one gulp. “Wait, let me guess! You are looking for adventure! You have it in your eyes, lad, yes, I’ve seen it before. So, seven seas, adventures, glory and unforgettable story, aye?”

“Ah, Raivis, you really ain’t the brightest”. Suddenly right next to him appeared a woman with a really mean smile. She wore two braids, tied diagonally on her head, and a velvety tunic. Probably expensive. But he could safely assume that for her – it was free. “I can tell right away. He is running away from something!”

Oh damn.

“So, lad? The holy matrimony was just too tiring, or maybe there was some small fight with your old ones?”

Boy, you have no idea.

“Hans!”

He turned around immediately. At the doors between two sets of stairs, where on the “Black Sheep” one could find a galley and for the “Morning Star” it was a where captain’s cabin was located, stood Layla.

“Come, my father wants to see you.”

[legends-art-forever]

Ninjago Spinjitzu Brothers:

—Forest of Illusions—

Chapter 7

"I recognized those blank black eyes from anywhere..." Akio whispered. "THE ILLUSION HAS AHOLD OF YOU WU! YOU MUST FIGHT BACK ON WHATEVER LIES IT'S TELLING YOU! Akio yelled. Hoping that Wu might be able to hear him over the illusions possession of him. But Wu kept that blank look on his face as he picked up his staff from the ground. and a voice is heard from Wu, but yet his mouth is not moving. "It's no use Akio, your friend gave himself in so he cannot hear you." the illusion said. And Wu started to spin around in a tornado and attempted to attack Akio from behind. But Akio quickly reacted and jumped up onto a tree above him. "He didn't give himself in! You tricked him with your lies, claiming you know things that you truly don't so people will put their guards down and accept your help when that only allows you to gain possession of them!" He replied. Still trying to avoid Wu's spinjitzu attack. The illusions voice came from Wu again.. "Some of the things I say aren't lies, but to this vessel, they are. And I don't plan on staying around here any longer just for you to mess up my plans again! So I bid you a goodbye, Akio." Wu stopped spinning in a tornado and just quickly stood back up and ran away. Akio quickly reacted and tried to reach out for Wu but ended up slipping and falling off the tree and hitting the ground hard. "OW-" Akio cried. He looked up and saw Wu running off. and he picked his sword up and stabbed it into the ground to help himself stand back up. Although that didn't help him at all cause when he fell, he sprained his ankle. Still, he tried to push through it. But behind Akio, two voices could be heard. he slowly turned around despite hurting his ankle more he pulled his sword out of the ground and held it up in case he needed to fight. But out of nowhere, two spinning tornados came out from the darkness of the forest and were attacking each other. Akio just watched and kept his sword up high, but both tornados came to a stop. one was another illusion. and the other was... "Garmadon!" Akio said. Garmadon looked over thrown off by a voice he doesn't recognize, saying his name. But when looking away. the illusion had hit Garmadon with a sword, knocking him down on the ground once more and then stepping on his sword, leaving Garmadon without a weapon. The illusion held all his swords up and then swung them down towards Garmadon but before he could even land them on him, Akio threw his sword at the illusion causing it to separate into a bunch of dust. A little freaked out, Garmadon looked back at Akio, breathing heavily and sighed with relief. "Thanks." He said. Standing up and grabbing his sword than walking over to Akio. "No problem." Akio said. "So......how do you know my name?" Garmadon asked. Crossing his arms and looking down at him. "I met your brother, Wu. And he was looking for you so I helped him." Akio replied. Looking. down at his broken ankle. Garmadon glared at him a little bit but then spoke. "Where's Wu at now?" He asked. Akio got quiet for a bit and didn't really know how to say it. but he couldn't just not tell Garmadon that Wu is in danger. "He....is in the possession of an illusion." He replied. Garmadon's expression changed from mad to concern quickly. "What? H..How?!" He asked. Stepping forward and shrugged, his shoulders. "The illusion told Wu he could get him something he really desires." Akio said. He tried to stand up too, "but it was only a lie to get Wu to trust him so he could gain possession of someone. and leave the forest." When trying to stand up, he only hurt himself more and fell front. Garmadon quickly grabbed him before he hit the ground and helped him stand up. "Something he desires..." Garmadon said. *he was trying to get the tea for me, I know it! Great! now my brother's possessed cause of me!* he thought to himself. But Akio broke him out of his thoughts. "The illusion ran off with Wu in that direction." He said. Pointing out towards the mountain. "We have to catch up to him before he completely leaves the forest, otherwise. we can't get Wu back!" Akio said.

[healthrelated02]

Understanding and recovering from ankle injuries  

Ankle injury occurs to the strong ligaments that surround and join the bones of the leg to the foot. The ligaments that keep your ankle bones and joints together stretch or get torn when you unintentionally twist or spin your ankle unnaturally.  

Each ligament has a particular range of motion and set of restrictions that enable it to keep the joints stable. Ligament injury on the outside of the ankle is common in sprained ankles. 

Call your doctor right away if you twist or sprain your ankle. Your doctor from London Foot and Ankle Surgery (LFAS) can determine the severity of the injury and recommend a proper course of treatment. A sprained ankle can take several weeks or months to heal completely. 

Causes of ankle sprain  

An ankle sprain happens when the ankle suddenly flips or twists, pulling the ankle joint out of its natural position. The ankle may rotate inward during physical activity due to quick or unexpected action. One or more ankle ligaments become strained or torn due to this.   

These tears can result in some swelling or bruising. When you put weight on the affected area, you could also experience pain or discomfort. The sprain could also harm blood vessels, tendons, and cartilage.   

Anybody, regardless of age, can suffer an ankle sprain. This injury can be brought on by playing sports, walking on uneven ground, or even wearing the wrong shoes. 

Symptoms of ankle Injury?  

If you experience any of the following in your ankle, you may have a sprained ankle:  

Unable to walk or bear weight on the injured ankle  

Skin discolouration  

Swelling  

Tenderness  

Bruising  

Pain  

Stiffness  

An ankle injury can take many different forms. When you have issues with your ankle, you must see your doctor in LFAS. Your doctor can determine if the damage is a sprain or something worse.  

How to treat a sprained ankle?  

Taking care of a sprained ankle speeds up rehabilitation and reduces pain. After recovering from an ankle sprain, avoiding weight bearing on the damaged area is crucial.  

Non-surgical treatments  

Mild sprains might be treatable at home. Below are the home care procedures to below to reduce pain:  

Elevating your foot as needed with pillows to reduce swelling  

Taking ibuprofen or acetaminophen to manage pain  

Use elastic bandages to wrap your ankle  

Wearing a brace to support your ankle  

Using crutches, if needed  

Rest well, and avoid putting any weight on your ankle.  

Applying ice to the wounded region as soon as possible will also assist in minimising swelling. Apply ice three to four times on the first day.   

After that, apply ice every three to four hours for the following two days. Doctors may advise not to use the injured ankle to walk or any other activity until the discomfort has subsided. While severe sprains may take several weeks to heal, moderate sprains may take a week to 10 days.  

Surgical treatments  

Ankle sprains rarely require surgery, and surgery usually occurs when there is significant ligament damage, evidence of instability, or when the injury doesn't heal with non-surgical treatment. Here are the following surgical options:  

Arthroscopy: During arthroscopy, a surgeon examines the joint to check for loose cartilage or bone pieces.  

Reconstruction: A London Foot and Ankle Surgery (LFAS) physician will use stitches to fix the damaged ligament. They could also use nearby tendons or ligaments in the foot or ankle to restore the frayed ligaments.  

Your amount of exercise and the severity of your ankle sprain will determine the kind of surgery required. Rehabilitation following surgery is a crucial step in the healing process. To restore motion and strengthen the ankle muscle, you must perform physical therapy exercises and go to regular follow-up consultations with your doctor. Rehabilitation can take weeks or months, depending on the severity of your ankle sprain and the type of surgery you underwent.  

How to strengthen your ankle after a sprain? 

For most ankle sprains, healthcare professionals at LFAS advise adapting the PRICE technique for the first 24-48 hours following injury. PRICE is an abbreviation for protection, rest, ice, compression and elevation.  

Protection: Use crutches, a splint, or a brace to restrict the usage of your injured ankle.  

Rest: Minimise any exercise that could aggravate the sprain (no running, jumping, or exercising).  

Ice: To reduce swelling, place ice or a cold pack wrapped in a towel on your ankle for 20 minutes.  

Compression: To assist in reducing swelling, gently wrap your ankle in an elastic bandage.  

Elevation: While seated or lying down, elevate your ankle using a pillow higher than your chest level.  

See your doctor at London Foot and Ankle Surgery (LFAS) for treatment if your sprain is extremely painful and swollen or if it's preventing you from moving and putting pressure on your ankle.  

For a sprained ankle, what medications are prescribed?  

Ibuprofen is an anti-inflammatory medicine that may help reduce sprain-related discomfort and swelling.  

Frequently asked questions  

How long does a sprained ankle take to heal?  

Most ankle sprains only require a brief rest period, and recovery takes 4 to 6 weeks on average. Remembering what to do if you use the abbreviation PRICE and rest your ankle by not walking on it is easy.  

How long does to wear a walking boot for a sprained ankle?  

Boot aid in the healing process and stop further harm. During 1 to 6 weeks, your doctor could advise you to wear a boot.  

Can walking on a sprained ankle make it worse?  

An ankle injury could get worse if you walk on it. After treatment, your doctor will work closely with you to help you resume your normal activities. You might even be given a cane or crutches at first to prevent you from using your injured foot.  

[convulsionofhonesty]

something by julien baker ??? i'm insane

[princehrry-writings]

Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

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Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

. * .

*

“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

. * .

*

“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

[chibi-writes]

Hello! I’m here to request Vice dorm leaders with a Mc who is very flexible. Have a good day or night!

Bruh most of these are just Are your bones Ok. Cause as a flexible person, I have done something ‘uNaTuRal’ when trying to stretch and then everyone’s like Are You Ok? and I’m like Yea why and then I become that bih from the Ring. Also sorry if these are really short, the vice dorm leaders are the set of characters I don’t know very well, but I tried my best! Hope you like it!

Trey Clover-

- The first time Trey saw this ability, he was a combination of slightly surprised and ‘Is your arm ok’.

- When you explain it doesn’t hurt or your were just stretching, he relaxes

- He’s glad you’re ok and that it’s something you can do, but don’t hurt yourself showing off

- Speaking of showing off, imagine if when the first years act up, Trey’s like Hey Yea Y/N do the thing and the first years freak the f out

- He probably wouldn’t do that (often) but Trey has a mischievous side, sooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Something I can imagine happening while he’s baking is just grabbing like… the sugar or something for him, but doing in the most unorthodox way possible. 

- Depending on how often you do it, Trey will either be like, Thanks Y/N I see you found a new way to twist yourself into a human pretzel or Hey Y/N thanks for the- What the fu- 

Ruggie Bucchi-

- I’ll be honest. Similarly to Trey he’ll first wonder if your body is ok. Once you confirm you are ok, all hell breaks loose.

- Ruggie being Ruggie will probably have you join him in pulling pranks, and lemme tell you as a flexible person myself…. Pranks with flexible people are the best. 

- Just make sure who you’re pranking isn’t sensitive to that y’know?

- (But also become someone’s sleep paralysis demon)

- If you ever get hurt by stretching to far, or hurting your body by accident, Ruggie there helping massage muscles and wrapping up sprained ankles

Jade Leech-

- Ngl, I feel like Floyd has done some form of turning himself into a human pretzel, so Jade, at first, would not be that surprised. But then he would do a double take

- Then he would be amused. 

- Fufu~ Why hide such a skill?  

- Similarly to Ruggie, Jade would have you pull some pranks. Nothing too serious, just y’know, freaking Azul the fuck out no biggie.

- If you ever to get hurt stretching (pull muscles fucking hurts man) Jade would be ready to help with a scolding that you should be careful

- After all, who knows what would happen if his source of amusement were to get severely injured? (He’s joking, he really cares tho)

Jamil Viper-

- Please for love of whatever deity you believe in don’t get hurt in front of him

- He doesn’t need that on his plate right now

- Not to say he wouldn’t care, he would find your ability cool. 

- Might even offer to teach you to incorporate your flexibility into dancing. 

- But like… Don’t get hurt. He’ll scold you. And get so worried he might pop a blood vessel. (Kalim and a hurt Y/N would be bad for his stress levels)

Rook Hunt-

- OH

- OH NO

- Don’t let him see it! (I mean that as a joke don’t worry Rook ily<3)

- The second he sees you do something out of the ordinary when stretching, he’ll ask about it, admiring your flexibility with fervor. 

- Might have you do some poses for research purposes

- More than likely has a small collection of photos of when you stretching without you knowing he was there

- Would sing your praises, saying your flexibility is a wonderful gift etc etc.. (especially if you self conscious about it!)

Ortho Shroud-

- Wow! That’s so cool!

- He’s very excited and curious about your ability. He’ll ask a bunch of questions and even show you off to his brother!

- When you demonstrate to Idia however…. He just screams.

- More so because you and Ortho just kind of… barged in there, and less because your arms look broken. (Poor boy is scared of human interaction ok…)

- All in all, Ortho is quite fascinated by your ability and might ask you to show off here and again. 

- And assuming you get hurt during these times, Ortho will help! He’s equipped with an on the spot first aid kit! (Boy is very precious, please protecc)

Lilia Vanrouge-

- He’s not surprised. He’s seen worse. Lilia is very old. To be perfectly honest, he’d probably just copy what you were doing. 

- Fufu~ You can do that? Here lemme show you something I used to do when I was younger-

- Just like Ruggie, Lilia would have you assist him in pranking the first years. Their reactions are just too priceless!

- If you were to ever get hurt when turning yourself into a twizzler, Lilia would have six spells on hand just in case to make the muscles not only feel better, but be better. 

- In conclusion, Old Man Dracula here would just join you in stretching, or have you join him in shenanigans 

[stewy]

sprained ankle for the ask meme

thank you!!

blacktop: and I know I saw your hand / when I went out and wrapped my car / street lamp, around the street lamp

sprained ankle: wish I could write songs about anything other than death / but I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths / each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome / each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs

brittle boned: all the nurses reassure me / this will be quick and easy / I'm not gonna feel a thing / lie and say it will be alright / like a stray falling asleep

everybody does: I'm interested in a carpenter / so elegant at placing splinters / right beneath my nails / where I cannot dig them out

good news: my mouth like a wound / when I stay up and throw my voice about you / or less about you and more about how I ruined / everything I think could be good news

something: the walls of my skull bend backwards / and in lack a labyrinth

(this is my favorite JB song but so much of it is about the vocal delivery)

rejoice: somebody'd listening at night / the ghosts of my friends when I pray / asking "why did you let them leave / and then make me stay?" / know my name and all my hideous mistakes

vessels: vessel of brightness / come make me blind / this present darkness / swallowed my love

go home: and I haven't been taking my meds / so lock all the cabinets and send me to bed / because I know you're still worried / I'm gonna get scared again / and make my insides clean with the kitchen bleach / I've kissed enough bathroom sinks / to make up for the lovers that never loved me

[shenanigans-academia]

So the thing with Touya was

He was never outwardly told it was OKAY for him not be Number One. He was never told “you don’t have to be this, it’s okay, we will still love you no matter what. Be a normal kid, you didn’t fail, it’s not your fault your quirk isn’t compatible with your body”

Sure Endeavor told him to be a normal kid and make friends, but this was AFTER telling Touya to stop trying to be a hero because he CAN’T be one. Supporting/trying to help your kid and telling them they can’t be something you’ve told them they had to be since before they were born are 2 different things. Yes, Endeavor tried to reason with Touya because on some level of course he cared for him, that’s his kid, his oldest son, the child he made to fulfill all his broken dreams who is now falling apart at the seams in his hands because from the age of 6/8 to 10/12 Touya actively watched his father try to replace him not once, but TWICE, with 2 other children to become the “perfect vessel” to replace their father’s sworn rival in power and success.

(Look at his face. These are clearly not the faces of a kid happy to be getting new siblings, because he knows why he’s getting them in the first place)

From the moment he was born, Touya was burdened with an extremely difficult mission on his shoulders to follow in his fathers footsteps and achieve what Enji couldn’t, to surpass All Might and become the Number One Hero. And, with that being his only goal in life drilled into his head since he was a small child who looked up to their larger than life father, it became his only passion. And we see it, he loves training and spending time with his dad in order to achieve this dream of theirs.

(Instead of those good ole movie tropes of-

Dad: “you’re giving up on your dream, Son”

Son: “no Dad, I’m giving up on yours!”

We now get-

Dad: “give up on this dream, Son”

Son: “no Dad because it’s ours!”

Or better yet in the Todoroki’s case-

Dad: “give up on MY dream Son, this isn’t yours to bare”

Son: “no Dad because you’ve made it mine and now I want it more than anything”)

But instead of working hard and being celebrated, Touya views himself as a failure while his parents actively telling him to stop as he literally destroys himself and being pushed to the side to make room for other “potential heirs” to Endeavor’s all mighty high throne in the world of heroes.

Touya also had a lot to live up to regardless of Endeavor’s goals. He’s the eldest son of the Number 2 hero in a world full of people with exceptional power. Of course he would want to be a hero, right? Of course all the other kids he’s had interactions with at school would also want to be heroes and therefore drive him to want to become one, even without this insane prophecy placed upon him at birth. And even when he tries so hard to prove to his father that he can do it (even tho he physically can’t), to have the one person he looks up to the most tell him to give it up because he CANT do it is going to be earth shattering either way.

Have you ever tried telling a kid they can’t do something they’ve dreamed about their whole life? It never ends well, even for normal kids who say they want to be things like a doctor or an astronaut or even become the President of the United States. Hell, try telling a kid they can’t even run to end of a field and back with a sprained ankle and see how fast they try to prove you wrong. If you ever tell a child they can’t do something, chances are that’s only going to drive them to want to become that thing even harder, even if it means they end up hurting themselves in the process.

So yes, I do in fact think that Endeavor believes he was doing what was best for Touya telling him to give up on *his* dreams of becoming Number One were from a place of caring and what Enji believed to be good parenting (even after a doctor told him years before to put an end to it all and please for the love of god don’t have anymore children BUT ANYWAYS) but in the end only added more fuel to the fire that was the beginning of the end of the so called Happy Hellish Todorokis.

This kid never even stood a chance

[adammilligan]

Hi! I was wondering if you have any headcanons about Adam, Michael or midam that live rent-free in your head?

YES i do

- okay so for adam i think that he would be a good climber. like he just seems like the type to be good at climbing things. probably sprained his ankle or something once when he was really young because he climbed a tree and couldn't figure out how to get down so he jumped down from too high up

- he's always preferred quieter environments but after the cage he can't stand being in crowded places. it's too much for him to handle all at once after being isolated for so many years

- he likes chocolate ice cream. he likes strawberry ice cream. he can't STAND vanilla ice cream.

- after being around michael for so many years adam absolutely does the head tilt thing that angels do i refuse to budge on this

- he got into at LEAST one fight in either middle school or high school but since no teacher ever found out about it, it didn't go on his record. and he never told kate about it because he didn't want her to be disappointed in him (and he hated how easy it was to hide because she was always caught in the mess of sleep and work, sleep and work)

- he chose biology as his major because he genuinely loves science. if he hadn't done biology he probably would've gone for a chemistry degree because it was his second favorite subject in high school under biology (but he would've done a pre-med track either way). now that he's out of the cage it might take some poking and prodding to get him to come out of his shell around other people but he'll light up if he sees something related to science that he can get his hands on.

- for michael i think that he probably has a favorite star somewhere out there in the universe. it's nothing serious or major and he's not overly attached to it or anything but he just thinks that it's nice. he took adam to go see it after 15x08

- this is less of a headcanon and more something that the show has implied more than once (even with au!michael) but michael's one of those types that are naturally curious. like he said that he hasn't been on earth much and so he might find a particular brand of magic that he never knew too much about (made by pagan gods or witches etc etc etc) because it was never relevant ro his duties and he just. sits down and learns about it. and he enjoys it!

- it used to be that michael wasn't one for storytelling but ever since the cage he's actually gotten really good at it. he can be really descriptive when he wants to be because there was nothing else to do but kill time in the cage and talking in detail about all the things that happened in his past might as well be thrown into the mix

- he couldn't feel what happened in the outside world until the cage was damaged by amara's release in season 11 and that's when he realized raphael was dead, and he mourned the fact that they'd grown so far apart after heaven's civil war and how they were never really brothers again like they'd been before

- speaking of s11, i absolutely believe that michael was the one who made the noise heard by all of hell. ("uh, they said it sounded like a frightened animal. all of hell heard—like someone was going crazy. the rumor is that michael or lucifer—one of them is trying to warn us.")

- and for midam headcanons!!!! my biggest one is that michael would take adam flying all the time. like his own little version of a date. adam fucking loves it

- and whenever michael seems overly tense or guarded adam just sort of. takes his hand. and starts gently rubbing it with his thumb or something. he never says anything but he doesn't need to

- they love to see each other smile. it's infectious for them⁠—if one starts, the other does the same, like in the diner scene!!! since something like happiness was obviously scarce in the cage, it's something they've both learned to treasure more; especially on each other.

- if they were ever in different vessels for whatever reason, they'd very blatantly mirror each other's movements and actions without even noticing it (talking or walking or moving their heads in sync)

- michael does this thing where, if adam is sitting next to him, he'll subconsciously (or maybe even consciously) wrap one wing around him. like a blanket.

- adam thinks that doing things like poking michael in the side is funny and always does it just to get michael's half-deadpan/half-confused look aimed at him, which makes him laugh (which, in turn, is why michael never stops him ever)

- i think if they did forehead kisses it would be less in a cutesy way and more in an "i'm here for you" way yknow what i mean?

- they'd go stargazing on planets in whole other galaxies. adam points to a random star and names it something silly as a joke and michael plays along but internally he's quietly memorizing the star's name so that he'll never forget it. funnily enough, it turns out to be the same star as his aforementioned favorite. wacky coincidence, right?

[canaa]

So I’m still debating whether or not I should make an appointment to see a doctor about my foot. On the one hand, it’s been almost two months since I sprained it, and I’m still having pain along the top of my foot and in the joint of the ankle, and it’s still swollen and red enough that I can’t see the blood vessels under the skin like I can on my uninjured foot. And I still can’t do much or it starts really hurting again. 

But like, on the other hand.... it’s a *sprain*. I already made enough of a fuss over it when it happened. And as long as I don’t push it, the pain isn’t exactly bad, even taking into consideration my ridiculous pain tolerance. A 2 that might be someone with a less skewed scale’s 3 or 4? So idk. I feel like I should just suck it up and wait for it to get better? But also, it’s been two months. How long is it gonna take??

(EDIT: Just remembered I didn’t post about it when it happened, so yes, I have had xrays done. Went to the ER when it happened because I thought I’d broken something. No breaks, just sprain.)