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swndmehelp · 3 months ago
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The idea was by @reiayanamiisbestgirl
Theta credit goes to @wolfiafan10 and the design rei :3
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mag-loopy · 1 year ago
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“Tears”
Can be read both tears and tears ;D
So I’ve gone down the Blade/Dan Hang lore and I am eating it UP!
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sydneyadamuhusband · 1 year ago
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Oh yeah i love their very platonic and very healthy realationship, thanks for asking :)
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jelestes · 3 months ago
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the way I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, she knew olivia would do anything for elliot but actually seeing her judgment be clouded by those feelings to the point she would weaponize something so personal to casey like her ex fiancée broke something inside her (just look at her eyes) and you know she’s a sucker for olivia because even after she ratted her out to the DA she didn’t yell, she didn’t picked up a fight (i honestly would bc olivia deserved it) instead she opened up some more about charlie like… that woman was never beating the i’m in love with olivia benson allegations
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zenmasterlover · 7 months ago
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“I’m not Chuck Bass without you”
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solesommerso · 1 year ago
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whumptober 2023 day 4 : bathroom floor
Chicago med, Sarah & Noah
warnings : miscarriage, blood, might be medically incorrect
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“Sarah? Are you okay? I heard something fall.” Noah’s knuckles tap against the wood door of the bathroom in his and Sarah’s shared apartment, and despite what people say, no they aren’t sleeping with each other.
“Um- I’m, I’m not really.” She replies with a shaky voice that makes Noah’s chest tight.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick? Should I get the thermometer?” Or maybe he should grab the complete med kit he keeps stored under his bed, it’s too packed full for a normal person to have, but Noah’s always liked to be prepared for things.
“Can you just grab me some new clothes? Sweatpants and um- some underwear.” He nods along before remembering that Sarah can’t see him so he calls out that hell be right back before turning towards the hall leading to Sarah’s room. Shes probably just on her period, nothing to worry about.
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“I have your clothes, can I come in?” Noah squeezes his eyes shut after he says it, he should’ve just told her that he can leave the clothes waiting by the door for her. Asking to be in the bathroom with his roommate while she’s possibly bled through her clothes isn’t something a normal person does.
“Yeah, just um- there’s kind of a lot of blood.” The same tightness in his chest from before appears, only growing more when he creaks the bathroom door open and is met with Sarah sat against the wall beside the toilet. There’s blood stained through her light gray sweatpants and tear tracks are visible on her cheeks when Noah looks up to meet her eyes.
“Should I call an ambulance?” He asks too quietly and too hesitant for a trained ed doctor. There’s too many thoughts running through his head for him to think of anything else to say.
“No.” Sarah answers and Noah takes it as enough, she’s a doctor too, she wouldn’t say that if things were serious.
“Do you need help? Are- are you hurt?” The words stumble and Noah walks farther into the room, cautiously kneeling on the tile floor in front of Sarah, unsure what to do with himself in this situation.
“I um- I- I think I’m having a miscarriage, or, or that I had one? I don’t know, I woke up and-.” Her voice cuts off as she sucks in a sharp inhale, eyes not meeting Noah’s, he can still see the glossy tears building in them.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t call an ambulance?” It’s the only thing he can think to say, it’d be easier if he could. Call an ambulance, ride to the hospital with her, get Natalie and only Natalie to look her over because she has the most experience with this sort of thing -at least from what Noah knows- and hold Reese’s hand if she lets him. It’s the only plan his mind can come up with.
“No, no I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did, I’ll be fine.” Sarah says but when her hands press down against the floor her face screws up with a wince and Noah just barely catches her by the arms before she’s slumping back against the wall.
“Tell me what to do Sarah, tell me how to help.” It’s a question he shouldn’t be asking because he’s trained in this sort of thing, but Reese nods and breathes in a few deep breaths to settle herself.
“Help me get to the shower.” That’s something he can do.
It takes a long moment for Noah to get Sarah to her feet without him worrying that she’s about to collapse, but she leans her head against his shoulder and grips at his arms as they stand next to the tub, both of them hesitating to step into it. Sarah looks exhausted and Noah swears the blood stain on her pants has grown larger, he doesn’t want her to fall, or to hurt herself.
“Let me sit down and turn the water on.” There’s not a second between the words and Sarah moving to sit against the lip of the tub for Noah to protest. He would’ve, told her to breathe for another second, put her down a lot more cautiously than her own way of harshly falling onto the tubs side. He says nothing about it and flips the shower on.
“Now help me get my pants off and get into the tub.” Her head stays down as she tries to pull at her waistband, hands shaking and fingers not gripping enough of the fabric for it to work. Noah moves as carefully as he can to help, a sick feeling in his stomach when the pants get pulled off and he’s met with Sarah’s pale skin covered in blood.
“Is the water warm?” More so than Noah normally makes it but Sarah’s always taken hot showers, she leaves behind a steamy bathroom every time.
“It’s warm, do you want to get in now?”
“Can you pull my shirt off? I don’t want to sit in it wet.” It takes all of five seconds for Noah to drag the loose material over Sarah’s head, tossing it onto the floor beside the folded pair of sweatpants and underwear are sitting, they’re a little ways away from where the blood stained ones are sitting in a ball. The image of it has Noah’s skin crawling, something about the blood on the tile feels sickening in a way even an Or after a surgery doesn’t make Noah feel.
“Come here.” He steps into the shower first, not caring about his clothes getting wet, just wanting Sarah to get in without slipping.
“Noah.” It’s meant to sound annoyed, Noah knows that, but it holds none of the normal bite it should, and he wouldn’t have cared even if it did. He sits in the tub with Sarah, her back to his chest, the copper blood washing down the drain as Reese leans back into his chest with a small sigh and her legs outstretched under the stream of the shower.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.”
“I’d never, but you need to get checked out tomorrow.”
“I will. Just don’t tell Crockett.” Despite the questions that arise in Noah’s head hearing it, he nods and tightens his arms around Sarah.
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octaviasdread · 8 months ago
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Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.
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Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.
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There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?
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They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.
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The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.
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It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.
The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.
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But the snow never stops.
Spring is up to us.
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professorjirt · 3 months ago
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I’ve discovered my favorite genre of Bagginshield art is where Thorin is a lovesick idiot who is Losing It and Bilbo is unbothered or oblivious to Thorin’s suffering LMAO
#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#bagginshield#if anyone has more please send it to me I have like four rn#I know I made a post a while back talking about how I wish there were more posts that focused on each of their lives outside of each other#and I still stand by that but I also can’t deny the fun in a Important Dwarf like Thorin turning into an idiot around Bilbo#tbh this works even platonically. this guy has friends bc he’s lucky not bc he’s actually friendly#so I can imagine becoming friends with Bilbo is like ‘fuck now I have to be nice bc he WILL actually leave. uh. oh god’#love men who are grouchy and offputting <3#and Bilbo is oblivious not as a flaw but bc he’s just not wired that way and he’s just accepting that Thorin is weird#bc he has no basis of which to assume he isn’t just Like That sometimes same way the dwarves don’t know shit abt hobbits#and it’s not as like. Bilbo being extremely innocent either he’s just not thinking about it LMAO#and Bilbo Also doesn’t have a ton of friends (different reasons but he IS also grouchy and petty) and he’s just ‘?? ok’#they’re both fucking stupid and everyone around them is dying and in anguish#I particularly enjoy when a character who is emotionally constipated and stoic and whatever just starts losing it#not even necessarily in a sappy or angsty way just. those emotions gotta come out eventually#so for a guy like Thorin who takes himself seriously and is very closed off emotionally it’s fun to just imagine that facade cracking#meanwhile Bilbo is just like ‘you ok??’#Bilbo himself has some emotional issues so it’s double the entertainment
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rhinestonesox · 8 months ago
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thinking about how chilchuck’s wife disappeared one day without him ever knowing why. he came home from work in the dungeon and the woman he loves was gone.
Of course, after learning that she was safe he did the most Chilchuck thing ever, avoiding seeing her for the next 4 years because it’s easier to avoid the woman he loves all together than to learn what he did that hurt and drove her away.
Obviously, having her husband never come find her only cemented her doubts about Chil: he doesn’t love her anymore, because if he loved her he would find her and try to make things work.
Little did she know Chil would spend the next 4 years faithful.
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ohitslen · 1 year ago
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Sharing a blanket
Request by @volaenii ✨
Accidentally incorporated this to my uni au oopsieeees
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crustycrackhead · 4 months ago
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*Throws my swampcat brain rot at y’all*
Swampcat MorningKrem (Morning Frost x Kremy Lecroux)
I’m in literal rare pair hell man, no one understands me nor my freak. I’m gonna be the crazy one that draws them like crazy (draws them only once)
Clean Freak 4 Clean Freak, they both particular and shit okay?!?? SIGH, they would prolly even hold hands but to me… they can be silly (do taxes togther)
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not-with-you-but-of-you · 6 months ago
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Forgive me, Jess, please know that I tried To hold on to the days When you were mine
— requested by @emmafallsinlove
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initforthelolzz · 1 month ago
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i like to think that Keith only cries if Lance cries
(i love hurting my own feelings)
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mostly-natm · 4 months ago
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For those of you who didn’t find this comic angsty enough!
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wikitpowers · 5 months ago
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“Herondales were always flames... They loved and suffered as if they would burn away with the sheer force of their own fire."
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thelilylav · 4 months ago
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We don’t talk much, but I just gotta say… I miss you and I hope that you’re okay
(hope ur ok, Olivia Rodrigo)
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