#// injury tw

[poisonder]

Cure Wounds 4th Level

[battle-subway-ghost]

hot take paralysis is worse than poisoning. When it comes to status effects you can get with your pokemon. With poisoning it's like, well shit time to eat a pecha berry/take an antidote, but with Paralysis? Fuck, guess its time for the painful static until I can maneuver my numb limbs into my bag to get a cheri berry or paralyze heal.

[irondad-defensesquad]

"... F.R.I.D.A.Y., what was that noise?"

"That happens to be Peter Parker, Colonel."

Peter Parker? Who the hell is that?

"A.K.A. Spider-Man," the A.I. answers him as if reading his mind.

"The Empire Strikes Back guy?" Rhodey mumbles to himself.

"Affirmative." As in, yeah, the nerd who won't shut up about Star Wars.

Well, that's odd. Tony isn't even around, and he didn't tell Rhodey this Peter kid (definitely a kid) was coming over. And from the sound of it, something must have fallen on the floor.

Rhodey enters the workshop, not sure what to expect. He sees the same red and blue he saw at the airport all those months ago...

But he's certainly not expecting a teen on the counter gritting his teeth in pain. He's somewhat removed his suit, revealing a very nasty wound on his back, reddened, turning purple.

(Rhodey hates how familiar this all is, seeing his own best friend wounded by any reason, and him refusing to let Rhodey help.)

"Oh, shit!" The kid squeaks, nearly falling on the floor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rhodey rushes. Then he stops. "Hey, there. It's just me."

"C-Colonel Rhodes?"

"Yeah."

"... the War Machine?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Oh my gosh! Hi! I mean, we kinda met before, but not like this, I-I'm- I'm Peter Parker!" The fanboying is off the charts. How old is he? God.

"Yeah, hi, Peter," Rhodey rolls his eyes. "You know your back is literally purple right now, right?"

[violetmuses]

Walk Like This - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Walk Like This - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You've crossed the unexpected patient.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex 🏷

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2024

Designated to work somewhere in Miami this time around, you've hustled throughout various placements after joining that large-scale facility.

While trying to sleep on one rare day off, this unknown number reached this cell phone.

“Hello?” You've hardly woken up by this point and still feel exhausted.

“Rook, I need a big favor.” Cutting your nickname, Detective Mike Lowrey called out of nowhere!

“Mike, what the hell?” You somehow pull thoughts together and sit up in bed, unsure of what's going on.

“Trouble. One of our guys is wounded. I really can't bring him to the hospital, though.” Mike explained.

“Damn. Where are you?” Your heart dropped with each passing moment.

“We're on the porch, but I'm barely holding him up right now.” Mike struggled.

“Hold on!” You ended that conversation and hustled downstairs, genuinely nervous.

The stranger's lifeline just counted down more and more.

When you open the front door, Armando Aretas nearly dropped from Mike's hold.

“Shit!” Knowing so much better, you aid this moment despite holding back questions. “C'mon, Mike. Help me bring him to the couch.”

“Okay.” Mike agreed to help without thinking twice.

______

With James McGrath dead, Miami's AMMO squad returned home, but Aretas couldn't risk public sight while known as this dangerous criminal.

After facing many questions or encountering secrets over time, even Mike took responsibility and now stood as Armando's biological father.

Using First-Aid and grounding other essentials, you knew that Armando's injuries could've worsened if Mike hadn't signaled right away.

“What else do you need, Mike? I can't babysit your son.” Telling the truth, you glared at Lowrey.

“Please look out for him. I can't book hotels for recovery, either.” Mike shook his head.

“Y'all can't go home afterwards? Christine is a physical therapist, too.” You say. Mike married this remarkable person named Christine as well.

“I know, but Armando is better off hiding near strangers.” Mike continued. “Right now, if I stayed in public with him, someone would call…”

“I'm harboring a fugitive and could lose everything.” You gritted anger.

“I'll figure this shit out.” Mike held your shoulders with gloved hands. “You won't get in trouble, all right? I promise.”

“Mike…” You trailed off this response when Armando grumbled from the sofa.

Clenching through pain, Armando woke up this time and sat up while shirtless. Bandages helped the wounds.

“Hey. Take it easy, man. We got this.” Lowrey cautioned his son.

“Who's that?” Revealing slightly accented English, Aretas looked at you, drained.

“One of my friends helped out.” Mike introduced you during terrible circumstances.

“Hi.” Lifting your hand, you offered kindness while greeting Armando. “We've patched you up.”

“Thank you.” Aretas expressed gratitude despite everything.

“Of course.” You still checked this stranger regardless.

Lingering grief and exhaustion pooled his deep brown eyes.

No matter what happens next, you just wanted this man to heal.

****

Sometime later, you've returned home from work and discovered that several cars parked in the driveway.

Even Detective Lowrey's classic Porsche beamed past moonlight, and your thoughts jumbled.

Entering the garage, you opened this following door but almost hopped within seconds:

“Surprise!” Mike Lowrey brightened the kitchen lights, and this AMMO squad cheered to celebrate your birthday.

This adorable cake towered as weapons expert Kelly stood beside tech genius Dorn.

“Thank you, everyone!” You smiled. Even Mike's partner and best friend Marcus Burnett chuckled over dessert.

“Make a wish!” Marcus would offer the plan every year.

Closing your eyes, you kept thoughts private and leaned forward, blowing out candles.

Once you turned around, Armando stood in perfect health wearing this random cap.

“Take off the hat, Armando!” Mike laughed this time, and everyone cheered even louder.

Aretas left the barbershop with this buzz cut and held flowers, opening both arms to embrace you.

Happy endings became real.

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[sayruq]

As of now, there isn't a Gofundme. Let's ask the following organisations to evacuate this child to safety:

Doctors Without Borders [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestine Children's Relief Fund [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Medical Aid for Palestinians [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestinian Red Crescent Society [Website / Instagram / Twitter] (you should also message Red Cross)

The Egyptian and Qatari governments (especially if you're a citizen of either country)

Please message them on social media and their websites.

[rhymewithrachel]

Rip guys

[seamayweed]

AEGON II TARGARYEN + Mother

House of the Dragon — 2.05 “Regent” // William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

[theladyeowyn]

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

requested by @the-mawp

[bonus-links]

some doodles after the battle’s over

[mostly-natm]

Some away missions are more dangerous than others.

[scealaiscoite]

.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one

¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold

²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”

³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms

⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”

⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”

⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state

⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”

⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality

¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”

¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable

¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”

¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper

¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”

¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you

[robogart]

"A corpse... should be left well alone."

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Lady Maria from last April's fanart friday! :3c 💖💕

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[daifei]

le faune

[minimuii]

Fading

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[frownyalfred]

I am again thinking about the Nightwing VS Batman (mind controlled) fight in Bad Blood and how Bruce probably didn’t just break Dick’s arm, he probably hyperextended the elbow, ripped a bunch of tendons, and then broke a few bones on top of that just to be brutal. That wasn’t a “oh I’ll break his arm and then he can’t use his escrima stick” move — that was a “I’m going to injure that arm so badly he might never be able to use it again” kind of move.

And agh. Dick’s yell of agony when it happened. For someone with a Bat’s pain tolerance, you know that had to HURT.