#known recovery

[bluegiragi]

okay, first of all, absolutely goddamn feral about you, your art, writing, ideas and aus i am chewing on the bars of my cage and foaming at the mouth and screeching incoherent and rolling around on the floor and- ough... anyway

i do have a very self indulgent question, particularly about Monster AU Ghost and Price, but also extending towards the rest of 141 with their involvement

at one point you mentioned that wraiths were rare, and ghost would likely feel pity towards another one

what would happen if they did come across another wraith? especially someone fairly fresh, maybe even young, younger than any of them. is there anything anyone could do to help them? would they help? price seems to know how to handle ghost well enough, and seems like hes been around since ghost's transformation, but how would ghost himself handle seeing someone else go through something like what he did? if he had to, what advice would he give them that he never got?

just been rotting in my brain 😭 ily gira and i hope youre taking care of yourself, thank you so much for the work you put in and share with us 🥺💕

this!! is!! such a good question, anon!!!! I think there's a lot of sides to that kind of situation, especially if it’s a younger person since I hc Ghost as having a massive soft spot for kids.

lots of writing under the cut!!! my braincells were FEASTING.

I think if it was just Ghost and the newly-born wraith, he'd try to mercy-kill it. The circumstances that lead to the creation of a wraith are truly harrowing, and while Simon understands the desire for revenge that burns at the core of every freshly made wraith, he also believes their plight is a kind of torture. In his mind, it would be kind to put one out of their misery. He wouldn't take any pleasure in it - I think overall, it would be a miserable affair for all parties involved.

If Price or any of the others were around, I think they’d try to convince him to take them under his wing so to speak. But while Ghost currently operates decently with his support system, he’s extremely lucky and should be considered the exception to the trend. Price was instrumental in his recovery - years of working under him solidified Price in his subconscious as an authority figure he could trust. When Ghost lost control, he could still rely on instinct - even with his mind fracturing, Price never changed. But not everyone has this kind of person immediately available to them, and it was crucial that Price got to him as soon as he did. What Ghost is now is not what a wraith commonly looks like. Price dragged him back from a brink.

New wraiths are sort of like rabid dogs, with no sense of self preservation. They’d approach every confrontation with the kind of frenzy you’d see in someone fighting for their life. They’d also be basically impossible to immobilize - you’ve seen how Simon goes wispy at times, imagine trying to handcuff a cloud of smoke. If it came down to a situation where any of the 141 were in danger, Ghost wouldn’t hold back. He’d put the other wraith down.

But if Ghost met another wraith who’d survived that first explosion of fury and managed to calm down, AND the 141 were with him, I think he’d try to help. They bring out the best in him.

[positivelyadhd]

please don't blame yourself not knowing you were neurodivergent sooner.

please don't blame yourself if you did know you were neurodivergent but your support needs weren't met for whatever reason.

everyone deserves to have access to disability aids and support if they need it.

you are not an inconvenience for wanting to be understood or supported. you are not broken.

it is not your fault that the systems you needed weren't there when you needed them.

no matter what anyone says, you deserve to live in a world where you can be happy and do the things that you want to do and exist how you want to.

I am so sorry that it's so difficult to get that sometimes, but it is not your fault. and you still deserve support now even if you *got by" without.

[uncanny-tranny]

So much love and recognition to the people who don't know how they feel about recovering. To the people whose scars are fading away, and there's a sinking feeling, despite knowing that it's a good thing. To the people who miss when they were "worse," when they felt "broken." To the people who mourn losing their coping mechanisms, even the ones that were destructive, scary, or unpleasant. To those who feel guilty they're healing because their past self wasn't ready.

Whatever it is, there is nothing wrong with any of those feelings. It's a natural reaction, something you don't have ultimate control over. There is nothing shameful about yourself, and I admire the strength it takes to recognize how you feel, even the parts that do feel like the "wrong" reaction to a Good Thing.

[maplemaplemaplemaplemaple]

(lyrics are from the song Not What I Needed by Car Seat Headrest!)

happy birthday, psychonauts. i miss whispering rock as though it were a real place

ref image under cut:

this game is so gorgeous it makes me want to yell. how were they doing this in 2005 .

[colajuiced]

sick & twisted these two

[fighting-these-demons]

Divorce Saga Domon - A Haunted Honk Prequel

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

If you are not looking for this content please scroll on.

If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

Check The Tags Of This Post For The Pairings

and click the Read More below!

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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....

For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon

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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.

The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like

Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.

He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.

Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.

He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable. 

He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.

Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.

Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.

Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.

Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.

So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.

There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.

After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.

They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.

He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.

I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.

But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.

The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.

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[jjjordiiii]

Day 6,178 of not being held and told things r gonna be ok.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Jesus the Good Shepherd

7 Jesus therefore said to them again, Truly, truly, I say to you that I am the door of the sheep.

8 All who came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them.

9 I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he shall be saved and shall go in and go out and shall find pasture.

10 The thief does not come except to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life and may have it abundantly.

11 I am the good Shepherd; the good Shepherd lays down His life for the sheep.

12 He who is a hireling and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees; and the wolf snatches them and scatters them.

13 He flees because he is a hireling and it does not matter to him concerning the sheep.

14 I am the good Shepherd, and I know My own, and My own know Me,

15 Even as the Father knows Me and I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. — John 10:7-15 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Psalm 1:6; Psalm 23:1; Isaiah 40:11; Isaiah 53:11; Jeremiah 23:1; Ezekiel 34:2; Ezekiel 34:14; Ezekiel 36:38; Matthew 7:15; Matthew 11:27; Luke 10:22; John 5:40; John 10:1; John 10:3; 1 Corinthians 7:32-33

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John 10 Bible Commentary - Matthew Henry (complete)

[suburbanfairy]

sometimes when I feel like I’m not enough I think about how cool the sixteen year old version of myself would find the current version of myself and if we’re being honest, isn’t that the most important thing?

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #43: Everything’s Different Now

Masterlist

content: vampire whumper (past), recovery, known whumpee a lil bit, begging, forced medical treatment, needles, panic attack, forced to endure trigger

takes place a few days after Home.

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Jim anxiously jiggled his leg in the waiting room. Every few seconds, he glanced to the side to make sure Liz was still sitting next to him.

It’s okay. It’s daytime. He can’t get you while the sun’s out, Jim tried to tell himself, but it didn’t feel real. It hadn’t felt real since the moment he stepped out of Kane’s house. He felt like any second, he would wake up back home, just like he’d done every day for the past five years.

Kane’s fucking mini-mansion is not your home, he chastised himself. You’re home now.

“Mommy, that’s the man from TV!”

Jim looked up to see a kid pointing right at him. The kid’s mom looked startled to see him, and a little embarrassed. “Don’t point, sweetie, it’s rude.” she chastised. “So sorry about that.” She said apologetically, but she wouldn’t stop staring. “God bless you.”

“It’s cool.” he dismissed, giving the kid an awkward wave and sinking further into the chair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, being recognized from the news. It was kind of cool, maybe? But also... weird. Liz reached over and squeezed his hand.

“Mr. Lieberman?” called a nurse.

Jim stood up instantly, relieved to have an excuse to put those thoughts aside. Liz held his hand as they followed the nurse to one of the rooms.

They both sat down as the nurse began checking his vitals. Jim tried his best not to flinch away. He was still getting re-used to the idea that touch doesn’t mean pain.

“Hm, looks like you have a slight fever.” the nurse informed him.

“Oh.”

“The doctor should be in shortly.” She gave him a friendly smile, then left.

“This is so damn weird.” Jim muttered.

Liz got up and leaned against the wall by him. “What? Going to the doctor?”

“Yeah.” Everything about being back in the real world was weird. There were so many people, and they were all just... normal and nice. “I dunno, I haven’t really thought about going to the doctor as, like, an option in a while. I’ve been Kane’s for... almost a quarter of my life. It’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“You’ll get used to it. Means you still spent more than three quarters out.” She patted him on the back.

The doctor came in shortly after. “Jim, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Augury. How are you feeling?”

“Um, I’m feeling alright.” he replied.

“Good, good. I understand you’re coming to me about several issues after your ordeal. I’d like to take a look at your back, first things first. The records from the hospital indicated you’re at high risk for Lyme.”

“Oh, yeah. Those damn ticks were all over me.” Jim pulled his shirt over his head.

Liz gasped. “Jim...”

“Yep, that’d be Lyme. Multiple sites. That explains the fever. I’ll write you a prescription for some antibiotics and it should clear up no problem. You’ll make a follow-up appointment up front.” The doctor wrote something down while Jim put his shirt back on, then returned.

“Thanks, doc.” He’d have to check his back out in the mirror later.

“What’s next on the list?” the doctor asked.

“So, um, I’ve got... the neck, obviously.” Jim glanced at Liz. He hadn’t brought it up yet, but she had a few new scars herself: most notably, four claw-like marks running down her jaw. He knew hers were from vampires, just like his. He didn’t think he could bear to hear about vampires hurting his baby sister.

“Yes, I see. Is it giving you any troubles?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jim admitted. “Kinda thought it would go away, and like, it’s definitely faded a little, but it’s still there. And not just that... is there anything you could do to make it like, go away? Clear up or whatever?”

“I would recommend over the counter pain relief for the ache, we can reevaluate in a month if it still hurts. As for the scar... this vampire, it bit you on a daily basis?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah.”

The doctor looked at him sadly. “You have to understand that’s years of repeated trauma, reopening the same wound every single day. I can refer you to a specialist, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think the chances of this being able to be removed are high. I’m sorry.”

“I’d like the referral anyway, if that’s alright.” Jim requested.

“Of course.”

“And, um, my arm.” Jim held it up, showing off the unnatural bump under the skin. “He- I broke it a couple years ago and it healed all messed up. Still kinda hurts too.”

“I’ll refer you to a surgeon for that. He can get you some x-rays and fix the malunion. That I’m much more confident can be fixed.” the doctor said. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss today?”

“Um, I don’t think so?” He shrugged.

“Alright, I’d just like to get a blood sample. Given the consistent blood loss over the past five years, it’s best to make sure everything’s going on alright in there.”

Jim froze. “I think... I’ll pass.”

“Jim, you should do it.” Liz encouraged. “It’d suck if something’s wrong with your blood and we didn’t catch it.”

“Nothing’s wrong with my blood.” Jim protested, unable to keep the tinge of defensiveness out of his voice. Kane certainly never thought there was anything wrong with his blood.

“I’d really recommend getting a blood sample.” the doctor interrupted. “It’s just going to be a little prick, that’s all.”

Head wrenched to the side, fangs sinking into his neck.

“No thanks.” Jim said firmly.

“Jim, c’mon. Please?” Liz’s brows bunched up in concern. “I’m worried about you.”

He sighed. He really didn’t want to do this. He was so fucking tired of having his blood taken. But alarm bells rang in his head: protesting was bad. He was being disobedient, and disobedience will always be punished, and he was so damn tired of being beaten. He knew Kane wasn’t here, but that nagging in the back of his mind scared him. He could behave.

“Okay.” he conceded.

“This will take less than a minute.” The doctor assured as he began preparing the syringe.

Liz stepped over. “Want me to hold your hand?”

Jim searched her words for a trace of mocking, but there was none.

“Yeah.” He felt pathetic, needing his little sister to hold his hand just to get his blood drawn when he was 24 years old. He’d done the same for her when they were kids, but he was surely too old for that now.

Liz took his hand in hers. “It’ll be okay.”

Jim’s eyes followed the doctor as he prepared the syringe. That’s going into me, and it’s going to take my blood. He shivered at the thought, squeezing Liz’s hand.

The doctor was saying something, but as the needle went in his arm, all he could see was Kane.

At first, he went still. It’s feeding time, and he has to be still and obedient during feeding. But then he remembers: he was out. He spent all that effort getting out, he almost died getting out, and now he’s back to being fed on.

He knew it was misbehavior, but the despair at his situation was just so powerful that he had to get away. Jim thrashed, but hands held him down as he cried over the urgent voices around him. “Please, no! I don’t wanna be food anymore! I was out! Please, Kane, sir, please stop!”

“Jim, it’s okay!” Strong hands held him firmly in place as his blood was taken from him again and again and again. “You’re not food, you’re a person, it’s just a blood draw! It’s almost over, just relax.” 

The doctor retreated with the syringe. Jim was vaguely aware of Liz asking him to give them space, and then the door was closed again, and he was alone with Liz, still holding him down. “Please, please, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face.

Liz let go. As soon as his arms were free, Jim wrapped them around himself, shivering.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” Liz said. “The needle was already in you, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Needle...” Jim looked down at his arm, at the band-aid that had made its way there. He hadn’t used a band-aid in years. Kane always just stopped the bleeding himself. “He’s not here.”

“No. The vampire isn’t here.” Liz agreed. “You’re safe. We’re at the doctor’s, remember?”

He nodded slowly, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry f-for being disobedient. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be better.”

Liz was crying now, too. “No one’s gonna hurt you, Jim.” she assured, hugging him. “No punishing. You’re not... disobedient, you just freaked out. There’s no one to- disobey anymore, right? You’re free.”

“Right. Right, yeah.” Jim shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “S’just weird. Everything’s different now.”

“Yeah.” Liz was looking at him weirdly, like she was seeing him for the first time. “It is.”

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[altschmerzes]

thinking about some of my general wips and being like, ah damn i missed my window where i’d worked up the nerve to post some incredibly violent/dark shit and now i need to go through the whole process of telling myself i’m allowed to do that and nobody’s gonna be like, horrifically weirded out if i do-

[sc4bpuppy]

Just noodles is okay. Just carbs is okay sometimes. I keep telling myself this so im putting something in my body instead of just withholding

[sureuncertainty]

i finally watched pitch perfect which was first of all really cool bc i've avoided it for so long bc of the triggering scenes in it but i realized that I've made a lot of progress in my emetophobia and was able to watch with my partner while skipping/muting the bad scenes easily!

but MOST IMPORTANTLY i'm just mad i was unable to watch it for so long bc it was ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD??? i can understand why it's such a millenial cultural touchstone tbh. i'm a slut for acapella and also just movies about music. and hot women. this was made for my theater kid ass

anyway pitch perfect walked so bottoms could run

[whumpflash]

Never: The Endless Game

cw: death mention

previous part

"Am I…like him now?"

They'd made it to The Scarlet Merry with little trouble, but hadn't yet set sail. Safely aboard, James' focus was currently on his makeshift hook. The water had healed him, closed his wounds like they'd never happened, but left him with the scars he'd had before. Peter's map. The whip marks. The missing left hand. As if the island didn't want him to forget.

Scars or no scars, he wouldn't.

"Dunno." Jeddy stood next to him, leaning on the ship's railing. "The legends say you must drink from the fountain, but it mended you all the same." She shrugged. "Might've touched me as well, seeing as I used this to fetch it," she tapped the flask at her hip. "Never runs out, so I dunno what water's what."

"What if it did?" He let his gaze drift to the waves below. "Do you want to live forever?" If the water had done more than just heal him, if it had changed him, changed them, was he happy with that? The concept of forever was a difficult one, a sprawling infinity that he couldn't grasp, but he imagined it would be easier if it were to be taken day by day.

"Forever at sea, forever aboard the Merry…" Jeddy shrugged again. "I can imagine worse fates."

They didn't leave the cove that day, or the next. James knew they'd be willing to leave at any moment if he just gave the order, but something held him back.

Unfinished business.

As much as he wished the spear to the throat was enough to keep Peter down, he knew it wasn't so. It would take more than that to bury his enemy, and if it was true, if he was now undying as well, he had all the time in the world to find out what 'more than that' was.

Fiver, being the cook, was the first to discover that their food stores were as endless as Jeddy's waterskin. Nothing dwindled, nothing ran out. From the crate of hardtack, to the salt pork, to the little box of cane sugar.

It seemed Peter's neverland had no short supply of gifts to give.

Days passed without any trouble, the only sign of his old crew being a few men seen flying far overhead. Scouts, no doubt. James knew it was unlikely Peter would leave them alone. It was only a matter of time before he decided to stage another attack, and he knew he had a choice to make.

Sail or stay?

Peter didn't want to leave the island. If they set off, even with a crew as small as theirs, there was a chance they could make it far enough that he wouldn't follow.

But what would Peter do then? What would happen in a dozen years or more, when he at last grew bored of it all?

True, the neverland was a great distance from any civilization James knew of, but Peter couldn't die, and he was certain if the other man set his mind to it, he'd make it somewhere. Unkillable, unconstrained. God help anyone who he decided to toy with.

He couldn't let that happen. Not when it was possible he'd been granted an opportunity to fight fire with fire. If James were immortal, who better than him to find a way to stop Peter? After all, they still had a game to finish.

But he wasn't the only one aboard the Merry. The others had a right to choose.

"I find it's become my duty to put an end to Peter," he said one night as they had their dinner. "I can't in good conscience leave this island until I know for certain he's dead."

"And what if 'dead' is impossible?" Scrap said around a mouthful of food.

"There must be a way," James replied. "And if there is, I'll find it." He ran his fingers over his hook. "I won't try and order any of you to stay by me. If you wish, take the Merry and sail far away from here. I won't try and stop you, nor will I think less of you for it."

He waited, the room filled with a silence.

"I'll stay." Jeddy was the first to speak. There was a slight smile on her face, a warmth in her eyes. "What's a captain without a first mate?"

"And what's either of those without a crew?" Fiver added. "Can't very well let y'be cooking for yourselves."

"Suppose you'll need someone to tend the sails," Scrap cut in, then added in a softer voice, "Cotts taught me well. Hope I can do half as good a job."

A warmth grew within James, the seed of hope Jeddy had given him what seemed so long ago blooming. No matter the things they'd said before, it was only now that he truly felt like he was captain again, at last able to make his own choice and not have it driven by survival or pure necessity. And beyond what he'd hoped for, he had people willing to stand by him in a task that may yet prove impossible.

"I couldn't ask for a better crew," he said, and meant it with all his heart.

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The next day, they finally set sail. Not to flee, or to seek safer harbors, but instead to circle the island in a sort of patrol. Even with land in sight, it felt freeing to be out on the water again, aboard his own ship. James found it easy to steer the Merry with the help of his hook, but even in fair weather, he knew looking after the ship was a struggle for only three.

So he sat down with Fiver and Scrap, coming up with a list of those who weren't fully loyal to Peter, who may yet be swayed to come back aboard The Scarlet Merry. James made another silent promise, right beside his vow to see his enemy to the grave; he'd find his former crew, however long it took, and make sure each sailor at least had a choice.

By day they sailed, singing the old shanties that somehow sounded just as full as they had when sung by dozens instead of four. By night they let the ship drift, sleeping or watching the stars.

Jeddy was right. There were worse fates than living forever at sea.

And when Peter at last made his appearance, piercing the air overhead like a bird of prey, James was not afraid.

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Years passed like days. Time was easily lost in the eternal summer of the neverland. 

James could sail the island's waters blind. By now he knew them like the back of his hand. Like the scars on his torso.

The Merry thrived in these waters, never faltering, never wearing even when she should. In time, some of the sailors in Peter's band left him, returning to her. Returning home.

Peter came too. Came and went, fought James, fought Jeddy, fought any sailor who crossed his path.

Sometimes Peter died. Sometimes James died.

But they always returned for the next battle. Even Peter's little knife couldn't put a stop to that.

It was a curse. It was a blessing. It was a game that never ended.

"What happens if you beat him?" Jeddy asked one evening. They'd tried to bargain with the merfolk earlier that day, seeking more knowledge of the fountain and finding very little.

"If I beat him?"

"For good," she added. The moon was full, casting a soft glow on her face, the tight coils of her hair, lighting up her eyes. He truly could not say how long it had been since they'd first come here, since those first pain-filled weeks at skull island. Be it one year or ten, Jeddy didn't seem to have aged a day. He supposed he'd make the same observation about himself, should he take his time in front of a mirror.

"If I should… I suppose we could leave," James mused. "Pick a horizon and sail away. Leave the island's games behind forever." Even as he said it, he knew it would never be. The neverland was a part of them now, and they of it. Removing themselves would be no different from…

From separating a man from his hand, James thought, the notion somehow as amusing as it was bitter.

"M'not sure I'd want to leave. Or even if I could," Jeddy said, voicing his thoughts.

"Whether we want to or not, the choice is a distant one. Peter is not an obstacle that will be easily buried."

"And if you can never find a way?"

"Suppose we'll be here forever then." Forever playing Peter's game.

Jeddy laid a hand over his. "It's not such a bad forever," she said, and he smiled.

"No. It's not."

Forever aboard his ship, his home. Forever with a good crew, with a first mate he trusted with all of his being. Forever hunting Peter, playing the endless game, and maybe one day he'd win.

It was his choice.

It was his forever.

And it was enough.

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[nolanhattrick]

Why is Joey's ankle sprain the worst case scenario? Week to week is good I thought

typically, w/ athletes that require a lot of ankle movement (basketball is where i saw most of my ankle injuries) week to week is a good sign. and if we can trust what leafs pr staff are saying (which, if you know me... I Do Not), then his sprain isn't worse than a grade two.

skates are designed the way they're designed for a reason. ankle support is a necessity so you can skate safely. that's why if you watch this video, OP is getting their shit rocked in the comments for wrapping their laces around their ankle - it creates the illusion of stability while actually destroying the integrity of the boot & setting them up for injury.

i have concerns that ayotte and bean and theodoropolous are going to either sign off on him getting back to on-ice activities too early - not even playing just fucking practice - or that woller himself will push too hard the second he's cleared out of a misplaced sense of obligation and he's going to resprain and it will be worse.

if you don't know, high ankle sprains are much worse than your average "i stepped down off the curb and fucked my foot up". high ankle sprains have an at minimum six to eight week heal time, often with the demand of no weight and zero movement for the first two. it can cause a rotational or shearing fracture at the end of the tibia/fibula where the ligaments insert, which was why he got the MRI yesterday. they had to know what they were working with to make sure he wasn't out for the season vs just out "week to week" (it's going to end up being at least a month. prepare for two.) they also sometimes require surgery and plating if there is a fracture involved, mostly because of where the break is. they have to make sure the bones of your leg stay where they're supposed to be.

because there isn't a lot of blood supply to ligament tissue, it's really hard for ligaments to heal. and because i don't have access to woller's mri results or ayotte's/bean's/theodoropolous' brains, i have no idea what they're planning on doing for a rest and rehab plan, if there's an incomplete tear, if it's grade one or grade two. i could keep going.

back to the ankle support skates thing - woller isn't skating miles every single night, but much of his job relies on his flexibility, ability to change direction quickly, ability to quite literally fold in on himself at a moment's notice. his ankles have to be stable AND flexible. that is not possible with any amount of leftover inflammation or injury.

woller is the entire leafs team. as much as i love willy and mo and mitch and everyone else. woller is the entire leafs team. keefe knows this. keefe is not a doctor. keefe has pushed them to the point of exhaustion a couple times this season. the only reason practice was cancelled after mo's 35+ minute game was because he literally could not get out of bed the next day. i don't know if i trust keefe's judgement when woller does come back. i just... i don't have a good feeling about it.

once you fuck up a joint, especially the ankle, especially where woller hurt his, it's fucked up for the rest of your life. he is very likely to do this again at least twice. maybe not during his career. maybe when he's retired. maybe during an offseason. but again - you guys see the shit he does in the net. he acts like he doesn't have any fucking bones. he runs around like he's a puppet on strings. like he's a fucking video game character. he does not treat his body kindly when he plays. i don't know what he does to cool down or warm up or whatever, but he treats his body poorly during games. this was inevitable. and i am scared for what happens during his recovery.

i do not give a fuck if we end this season 32 in the league. i do not care if we use marlies goalies for the rest of the season. all i need is leafs staff to listen to me when i tell them to let joseph woll recover at home for as long as he needs for his ankle to be at 100%, because if they don't, it will not be good for him.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Abide in My Love

9 As the Father has loved Me, I also have loved you; abide in My love. 10 If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love; even as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love. 11 These things I have spoken to you that My joy may be in you and that your joy may be made full. 12 This is My commandment, that you love one another even as I have loved you. 13 No one has greater love than this, that one lay down his life for his friends. 14 You are My friends if you do what I command you. 15 No longer do I call you slaves, for the slave does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all the things which I have heard from My Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose Me, but I chose you, and I set you that you should go forth and bear fruit and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name, He may give you. 17 These things I command you that you may love one another. — John 15:9-17 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2016 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Proverbs 18:24; Isaiah 50:5; Amos 3:7; Malachi 1:2; Matthew 7:7; Matthew 18:24; Luke 12:4; John 3:29; John 3:35; John 6:70; John 8:26; John 8:29; John 10:11; John 13:34; John 16:24; John 17:23; 2 John 1:5