#tw: head injury

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

My brain came up with a situation™

Enjoy?

So, Jespers playing with Wylans hair and notices a scar just behind his hairline. He asks how he got it and Wylan explains that shortly after his Mother died (but didnt die) he was really unwell with the flu and had a massive fever

He was walking down the hall towards his room to rest and his Father started talking to him so he was stood there for a while trying to listen when he eventually passes out

He smacks his head open on the floor and instead of helping him his Father just walks around him…

Wylan eventually comes to, alone on the floor with blood all down his face

Although Jan didnt cause the injury the complete lack of care and concern has Jesper fuming. Like imagine just stepping over your severely unwell, unconscious 8/9 year old as he bleeds on the floor… (all for the “crime” of not being able to read)

Wyalns just like ‘I did say you weren’t going to like this story!’

Anyway do with this what you will

[livingonthesands]

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[brooklynbadboys]

original ending of newsies

I should be writing my dissertation but all I can think about is Hard Promises (the original newsies 92 script). There’s endless changes in the script from the story we know now, but the ending is on my mind again so I’m going to share incase anyones interested.

After the newsies win, the next scene takes place the next day at the train station. Davey says to Jack that he doesn’t need to leave, but Jack tells him that he should follow through with his dream of going west.

Jack gives Les his old book as a gift. Les replies that he has nothing to give to Jack. But, Jack tells him that his presence and saying goodbye is enough. This is a significant moment considering that just a few scenes before, Les had almost died after screaming at Jack for being a traitor and punching him in the mouth, drawing blood, and then getting attacked by a goon. Les’ head is cut open as it strikes a wagon wheel, which gives Jack a flashback to how his own little brother, Michael, died. Jack saves Les, carrying him home as “people stare. Les’ blood smears Jack’s new clothes” (the clothes which Pulitzer gave Jack as part of the deal).

Back to the train station, Jack tells Sarah that he would take Les if he could, and Sarah knows that he’s being serious. She reminds Jack that he's not a cowboy, but a city boy, and should stay with them in New York. However, Jack refuses.

The train comes and Jack gets on, shouting to Les “take care, brother!! CARRYIN’ THE BANNER!”

Davey tells Jack that he wishes he could go with him before parting ways.

Les, Sarah and Davey walk away, “feeling like they’d lost something special”. Les is in tears as they leave.

I love this ending. But with Jack being so close to leaving them all, it's important to note that Crutchie is still in the refuge. Although Crutchie tells Jack that he's better there than the street, Jack still leaves him. I'm glad that in all revisions, Crutchie is saved because the ending is meant to be happy but the underlying issue of leaving Crutchie behind detracts from that happiness. Overall though, I think this is a beautiful ending.

[sirserpentine]

# I had a Pentious moment today

Guess who tripped on her own feet and hit her head on a concrete wall

I'm hurting and I've got a bump but otherwise fine. A little nervous about being possibly concussed since I live alone, but friends have promised to call at night!

I'll defo be around here so I don't take an unnecessary nap during the day

So if I write weirdly tonight you'll know why xD

Owie.

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Save Me From The Storm: Part One/? - A Hypothermia Miniseries

*I want to make OCs specific to this miniseries, as none of my current OCs really fit these tropes the way I want them to. In a follow-up, I'll give them names with a key at the beginning including names & pronouns*

Whumpee frowned as the gray sky let a stray snowflake land on their face. They'd spent most of the morning out here in the woods, looking for that stupid bird's nest. A had wanted Whumpee to mark its location with flagging tape for them so they could find it again for surveys, as the last time they were out in the woods, A had gotten lost, and Caretaker had needed to send out a search party to find them.

Though as Whumpee looked around the forest, they couldn't blame them. This part of the woods was nearly impossible to navigate, and with the lack of sunlight, it was difficult to see which path led where.

Whumpee shook their head. This was getting pointless. The sky smelt like a storm, and they weren't one to ignore their instincts. They started making their way back towards the entrance of the forest.

They barely had time to scream as their ankle connected with the gnarled root, sending them sprawling to the ground. Their head collided with a small rock, the impact sending them reeling.

They blinked slowly, grimacing as they pressed a hand to their head. Their fingers came away bloody, and they winced at the flash of pain. Whumpee sat upright, struggling to stand. The moment they put weight on their ankle, they cursed filthily. They definitely sprained it, and they wouldn't be surprised if they did a number on their head too.

Using a nearby tree to help them up, they struggled to reorient themself. Which way had they come in again?

As the snow began to dust the forest floor, Whumpee found themself limping at an agonizing pace, occasionally calling out for Caretaker as their blood stained the white snow red.

***

A burst into Caretaker's room, eyes blown wide. "A, what is it?"

"I sent Whumpee our looking for that nest for me this morning, and they haven't come back yet."

Caretaker's heart skipped a beat as they looked to the blizzard outside. They grabbed their coat and made their way to the door. "Come on, A, let's go find them."

'Hang in there, Whumpee. I'll be there soon.'

[chounaifu]

distantly there is this sound: it’s grating, like metallic scraping. like a broken, staticky sound. it’s almost like a Pokémon, but distinctly not. it’s looping. jittering.

It's nearing one in the morning, and he has been working on his own darker, colder part of the basement floor; the blood on his gloves had long since lost its warmth, the tools in his hands stained and coated with the thick crimson. A body discarded, organs removed and put on ice. The intake had been late in the evening, and the interrogation had gotten out of hand. Proton needed to make the man disappear-- a talker, a rat, a traitor, worth less than the gravel stuck in the soles of his boots.

It was not unusual for Proton to experience auditory hallucinations, even before the. . . Accident. His mind fancied playing tricks on him, a whisper here, a jarring click there, all things that he was capable of brushing off. But right now, his ears ring, lingering tinnitus perhaps, from the way his victim's screams had rattled his ear drums.

At first, he is irritated and dismisses it as the exhaustion. An alarm had gone off in another room on this floor-- bloodied glove is dragged down his face with a tired groan escaping a dry mouth-- not enough water was drank while he worked-- he's baptized with the crimson that had been drained from the dead.

-- And now his stomach twists, as the cruel sound grows louder, steady in how it builds and crackles, bending and screeching. Proton winces, nose scrunching, brows knitted together-- he takes a deep breath once-- allows a full exhale. He takes a deep breath twice-- it's shaky on the release.

A̷n̷d̷ t̷h̷e̷ e̷l̷e̷c̷t̷r̷o̷n̷i̷c̷ w̷a̷r̷b̷l̷e̷ g̷e̷t̷s̷ l̷o̷u̷d̷e̷r̷.

He sucks his teeth, pinches the bridge of his nose, tilts his head back, contemplates the termites chewing his brain and causing this ruckus.

❝ Shit. . . ❞ Hiss.

He's alone, metal scraping and grinding against itself in his head, louder and LOUDER and LOUDER.

❝ Stop it. STOP IT! ❞

His forehead connects with the concrete wall once, connects twice, upon the third time the stone breaks skin. Irritation explodes into distress, into panic, into Proton shouting--

❝ 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘! ❞

No amount of blunt force to the repo man's head silences that AWFUL, HORRIBLE screeching, one more SMACK to his forehead nearly leaves Proton without his vision. In his delirium, he turns around with a stumble, swipes a pair of scissors from his work table, and drives them into his thigh. He needs it to STOP he needs it to STOP he needs it to STOP he NEEDS IT TO--

A sharp HISS through his teeth-- and Proton gasps, eyes wide, sweat beading and dripping from his forehead as he pants and catches his breath--

Silence.

He rips the scissors from his thigh, shaking hand dropping them, they hit the floor with a loud clack, and HE falls to the ground with a heavy thud, legs shaking, hand over his face as he comes down from the delusions.

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

almost got concussed today but im literally fine lmaoooooo

[starsilversword-art]

The photo is under the cut. TW: Blood

Day 7 - Drip

Letters, no letters

[ggswaywardgifrepository]

Tw: head trauma

So my mom and I were talking about my dad (and what a dipshit he is, basically). And I was reminded of the time I was hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. I was 10-11 at the time.

I was bent over to tie my shoe and my my friend was practicing his swing way too close to me. And he swung as I was standing up.

It left a giant lump and I still remember how bad my head hurt.

My friend’s mom slapped a bag of frozen peas on it and was like 👍.

Then my dad and I left. He took me to his house for the night. I think we stopped at the grocery store for some children’s Tylenol.

And all the while I have this massive headache and this fist sized lump on the back of my head and I’m terrified I’ll die if I fall asleep and this man really said, “Pray to Jesus. He’ll take you to heaven.”

Ps: he also didn’t tell my mom what happened. I did after I got home for the week ahead. Spoiler: I didn’t die but it’s not the only instance of head trauma I suffered and I have often wondered if it had anything to do with my developing seizures later on. 🫠

[pidgydraws]

💋 first aid 💋

[thebibliosphere]

Have you ever vomited so hard you not only wrecked your throat but dislocated your collarbone?

How about a migraine so bad it triggers your mast cells into a pre-anaphylactic reaction and you start breaking out in hives all over your body?

Yeah. Me neither until 4 o’clock this morning.

New level of hell unlocked.

And the migraine is still ongoing. I’m just no longer blind and dry-heaving.

I hate this.

[unravelingwires]

Sloshing

Jaya heard a crack. Something was wrong. The press of her mask was gone from her forehead, but she couldn’t see right on her left side, like something was blocking her vision. Jaya raised a hand to move whatever it was and felt jagged pieces of—her mask?—wet with—

Actually, there was something dripping down the side of her neck as well, soaking her uniform. Jaya held her hand up again to see what it was; her hand was red, and sticking with small cuts.

Her head erupted with uncentered pain. Jaya collapsed.

[ehlihr]

WHEN YOU DIE || OFF Animatic

here’s my silly animatic i did over yesterday and today. hope u enjoy!

[mickules]

Parallel Lines

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I do wonder sometimes, if neither of them had become 'Brothers', how they might have fared better. . .

Taka, obviously, would not have been as vulnerable to Celeste's machinations had he not been mourning his Kyoudai. . .

But Mondo? Perhaps without the boon of his new hard won friendship with Taka, he might not have had the confidence to agree so soon to help with Chihiro's training. Deeply unsettled and antsy, newly preoccupied that his worst secret will be revealed, he may have stalled just long enough to have avoided that tragedy.

Did their bond become their millstone?

[mewtwoandme]

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[sethdomain]

dsmp s1 finale(its real)

In the end of dsmp s1 dream character head got split with an axe and then he streamed in twitch titled 'face reveal' and its just gonna be walten files edit esque of his face being split wide open