#third degree burns

[dougielombax]

“How was he?”

“NOT good.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Third degree burns all over his body! We’ve put him in stasis.”

“Oh GOD!”

“No!”

“Don’t worry, you got him here just in time. He should make a recovery.”

“He should’ve been at the club!”

Him, in question:

*agonized screaming and on fire*

[vinular]

When you're in the shower and you accidentally turn the temperature dial instead of the on/off dial and you scorch yourself to 167,000° F(ucking help)

[bumblingdragon]

Whumptober - day 17 - Carried to safety

she put all of what was left of her magic into one last firebomb in a hail mary, to go out with a bang and take the enemy with her. even if she could survive vaporizing her own arm, magical exhaustion can be fatal and hard to treat

Lee carried them back despite his own injuries

[squids-comics]

You know, for someone who swore an oath to never burn someone, the Torch sure does shoot a lot of people in the face with fire. Just look at old Paste Pot Pete here! The Torch was shooting to kill!

From: Fantastic Four #42

[blight-of-the-nine]

bruh I found the best hide-and-seek spot. my homie hid behind a door and was found in 3 minutes, where as I hid in the boiler and the police couldn't find my body for 3 months. try it your next game.

[bobby-jones67910]

No post today kids .Bobby Burnt. Putting on Shadow Japan Monkey Games to binge for the whole night to recuperate lost electricity & calories. Ask Rupert for further details, she'll fill you in 😎

[petnews2day]

Horror as cat found at a car wash with gruesome third degree burns covering his body

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/98J62

Horror as cat found at a car wash with gruesome third degree burns covering his body

A woman has spoken of her horror after rescuing a cat found covered in gruesome third degree burns at a car wash. At 9am on Sunday, June 2 Katie Hayes, who runs the cat charity Pawpurrs Halfway House, received a panicked phone call from a man who said he had seen a cat running out […]

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[unhingedwomandiaries]

Well, you can definitely chalk me up for Burn Ward Frequent Flyer miles again. Yes, it's yours truly, back on Doctor Crispy's operating table getting de-mummified after my latest tango with the oven.

There I was, peeling away like the world's most agonizing banana, while a staff of unflappable nurses went about disrobing the layers of charred dressing plastered to my new "fry it like an unhinged woman" skin motif. With each wince-inducing peel, I could feel my throat desperately trying to rip out a totally rugged, beef-cakey primal scream, but ultimately just producing a thin whistle not unlike a flamingo saddled with dickensian childhood trauma.

As the newly nude patches of freshly cauterized dermis were exposed to the harsh spotlight, I couldn't help but ponder how these injurious episodes seem to mapped the very topography of my life journey. Like, how each oven misadventure leaves behind its own blistered valley or calloused mountain range, proclaiming "Hey world, this is where an unhinged woman lost it to a possessed oven that one fateful morning!" It's reminiscent of those firmamental footprint trails National Geographic likes to Photoshop across their issues - the path of humanity's slow buttravel across the cosmos.

Of course, I recognize the self-aggrandizement in comparing my personal battle scars to mankind's Homerian sojourn. For most, the sight of a grown woman immolating herself in the pursuit of a clean oven would simply read as a pathetic cry for community college remedial home economic classes. But I've chosen instead to reframe it as a soaring parable about the hilarious resilience of the human spirit when pitted against the endless gauntlet of subway baguette payload sticks this crazy mixed up world insists on hurling our way.

So bring on the burn cream and spare dressings! This flame-smoked duck is ready to waddle back into the line of pastry-fired friendly fire. I'll let the scars from today's flesh-seal extraction function as trail markers in the grand camping trip of life. Or else just wrap it all up in gauze, so I can finally stop smelling like the inside lining of the neighborhood rattan patio enthusiast's grill. Either way, the oven roasted woman cometh!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

""LIFER" GIVES SKIN: Daniel Donohue, serving a life term in Eastern Penitentiary for murder, rolls up his sleeve for an injection before the skin grafting operation for Evelyn Henderson, 9, who was severely burned in a fire in her home. ---- ""I AIN'T NERVOUS": No. 35,440 - Life Termer, Gives Skin To Save Child," Winnipeg Tribune. July 5, 1943. Page 13. ---- (By The Associated Press) PHILADELPHIA, July 5. - Nine-year-old Evelyn Henderson smiled up at the brawny man who is serving a life term for murder.

"Now, don't you be nervous," she said. "It won't hurt."

Daniel Donahue, 41, grinned back. "I ain't going to be nervous, honey," he said.

Then the two of them were wheeled into the operating room, where Dr. Alma D. Morani transferred from Donahue's thighs to the blonde little girl's chest the skin that may save her life.

Evelyn was burned terribly when her dress caught fire last November. Despite four operations she was near death whena nother skin donor was sought among eastern penitentiary inmates.

No. 35,440 - Donahue - convicted of killing a policeman during a holdup in 1929, was one of 30 who volunteered. "I'd like to do something for somebody," he said.

When the anaesthetic wore off he went in to see Evelyn, She couldn't move her arms or legs. but she raised her head, bobbing a green hair ribbon.

"Anything you want?"

"Nothing, thank you. I-I hope the skin looks as nice on me as it did on you."

A group of trustees were waiting for him at the penitentiary's inside gate.

"Nice going," one of them said.

Then the gate clanged shut.

[chalkrub]

unholy night!!

[dougielombax]

This looks like some Renaissance shit.

In my mind…

Not exactly Caravaggio.

But similar energy. At least.

Even if it’s unintentional.

[dead-patrol]

"charles didn't die alone" (bittersweet, was comforted by a ghost who'd become his best friend and sleuthing partner for the next 30 years)

"edwin didn't die alone" (jesus fucking christ)

[justaz]

s1ep13 merlin, believing he will be dead by morning, goes to say goodbye to arthur and he leans against the door of arthur’s chambers and watches the glow of the fire light his skin golden, full of color and life that it had been sorely lacking while the prince was injured. he stares at the softness of arthur’s features and pressed the line of his profile into memory for while he passes he will wish for nothing more than to see arthur one last time, his smile and blue eyes one last comfort before he passes on to the otherworld. arthur turns to stare at him and frowns at whatever expression merlin is making. the prince kicks a weak foot out at the chair next to him and motions for merlin to join him. merlin slowly shuffles over but ignores the chair completely. he stops in front of arthur who watches him with wary confusion. the tug of his lips and the furrow of his brow sickeningly endearing and merlin allows himself to be selfish and leans down to press his lips to arthur’s.

the prince is sat frozen under merlin’s touch but he can’t find himself to care much about that, not when he finally knows what it feels like to kiss arthur. he hopes that will be his last sensation before the ever consuming nothing, he hopes he will close his eyes one last time only to find arthur grinning at him and calling him an idiot before leading him into paradise where he can watch arthur smile, hear him laugh, and feel his touch for all eternity. he pulls away and leaves before arthur can gather himself to form a response, dropping the letter explaining everything on the table as he passes. so he allows himself to be selfish twice - to take from arthur and to give, to let himself know what is feels to kiss the man, to embrace his feelings for him, and to have the man know him for who he truly is. he wishes to pass peacefully with no regrets. somehow that revolves entirely around arthur.

only…he survives the whole ordeal and yeah has a gnarly scar on his chest but is otherwise fit to return to his duties. which include taking care of the prince. of arthur. who he kissed. and who most definitely know about his magic by now. yeesh.

[qcoded]

This is how 9 year old me looked like while playing with makeup ♥

Ref image!!

[pixelatedraindrops]

A silly little idea I came up with (or actually I’ve had it for a while) when I was talking to Kazin, and as always, she drew it out for me… xD

The idea is that if Yuma goes into (or is forced) into a Mystery Labyrinth while he’s sick; in the Labyrinth, the illness temporarily disappears since they are in an alternative dimension. So while healthy, he can solve the mystery with no obstacles.

However…when he leaves the Mystery Labyrinth? His condition worsens. Depending on how long he was in there, or how much energy he used, it’s all transferred to his body outside, and…yeah he practically collapses.

LATER…

Shinigami knows exactly what she did.

What a little jerk x’D