#nu hospitals

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

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[kyodentporc]

Sparklecare Spinch's Nu Metal Bands I randomly came up with (I love Sparklecare and I love Nu Metal)

Hi, I'm KyodenTPorc, and I'm gonna list the Sparklecare world Spinch's version of every Nu Metal band I could POSSIBLY think of. I love both those things so much I even have an OC who would be considered #1 Nu Metal Fan! :DDDDDDD Ok, enough talk. Here we go! ------------------- KoRn - KaLe Deftones - Blindnotes Slipknot - Slumptie Sevendust - Sixsmut Nonpoint - Antispot Kittie - Puppie 40 Below Summer - 60 Above Winter Soulfly - Spiritrun Limp Bizkit - Loose Cookie Linkin Park - Landon Square Disturbed - Perturbed Papa Roach - Mama Pest Evanescence - Sevenescence (This one I actually didn't come up with but Evanescence is considered Nu Metal so why not add it to the list) Nothingface - Somethinghead Darwin's Waiting Room - Tears' Reception Room ---------------------- And that's all for now! Lmk if I missed out on any other bands!

[eldesperadont]

oh i do miss wrestling, brain’s been occupied with masked musicians lately instead

[are-we-really-doing-this]

SO GLAD I GOT THESE OUT

[saintlesbian]

Charlotte after valentin tells her not to waste energy on being angry at Victor

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[androneo]

Penis Injury (Penile Fracture) | AndroNeo

The penis is most often hurt during sex. Penis Injury is rare when it isn’t erect because it is flexible. During an erection, blood flow in the arteries makes the penis firm.

[kmnuhospitals]

Trauma Care and Emergency Care at KM NU Hospitals, Ambur

Emergency Medicine Physicians and Paramedic services assure you the highest levels of emergency care and support.

[sar3nka]

This is pathetic but sometimes I think abt her and. Maybe she'll never try my epic pancakes with apple&cinnamon. And I get so sad.

[nuhospitals24]

Paediatric Urology | NU Hospitals

Paediatric Urologists are the surgeons specialized in treating, diagnosing and managing urinary and genital related problems of children.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

UNIVERSAL PICTURES, in association with LIMP BIZKIT PRODUCTIONS, presents WES BORLAND starring in a double feature...

[kyodentporc]

Hey unsure of where I wanted to post this but I wanted to do an update thing and to announce a couple of big things!

So I've been doing personal stuff at the moment, getting the whole house rearranged currently, and my room is the part I've been getting at for a while, I've also been recently taking good care of myself, finding myself and ensuring the best for me and both my physical and mental health. Once everything finally comes together and everything is in motion, I have 2 BIG things, 2 BIG projects that I have been working on. 1. Somewhere around September/October(i don't remember much) is where my friend @mooniestarrcat introduced me to the comic series that I've been enjoying reading a lot titled 'Sparklecare'. It only took a bit for me to ultimately decide the perfect way for me to share my appreciation for the series: Create a fan project of course. What was initially going to be a game, will currently be kept as a comic for the time being, as I'm still a MASSIVE rookie when it comes to gamedev, but as my gamedev skills improve enough, and people are interested, that is where I create the game version of it. Keep in mind the comic and game will be written a little bit differently, also my friend Moonie will help me with it too! 2. I don't know if people here on tumblr who are more than likely from the Sparklecare community know about my music, but on October 13th, 2023, I released my Nu Metal EP over on Bandcamp, which got only a little bit of traction that year, but regardless, I was real proud of it for it's time, even the self-proclaimed CEO of Nu Metal. Holiday Kirk gave my 4th song 'Necessity' praise!

Well good news for everyone who enjoyed my EP and people who still enjoy listening to my music, I am working on a whole ALBUM! YEP! that's right, a whole album. But it's not just your average joe album, it's one that I deeply connect with, one that has been healing me pretty well, and my main goal with this album is to share it with all of you and hopefully heal you too in some way. Right now I'm working on a demo which will be an EP with 5 tracks with two possible covers(will not guarantee on that) on Bandcamp, but after that and I'm done creating and mixing the tracks, I will release the official album that will have a total of 9 tracks(10 if you count the intro) not only on Bandcamp, but I'll see if I can get it on Spotify and YT Music too using a distributor, I might see if Distrokid is worth it! EDIT: I lied. I don't have an official setlist of tracks for both. Speaking on both of these HUGE projects, with the album released will be an end of an era for me, and the beginning of a new and improved one. However, despite me working on the Sparklecare fan-series before this era of mine ends will NOT mean that I'll stop working on it, both of these projects are an absolute passion of mine and it means a LOT to me, after all. Thank you to friends, family, everyone, even the Nu Metal CEO, for giving me that motivation and hope needed to finally bring me where I want to be, just like in my 4th song, 'Necessity'! Wish me luck, fellas! I've got a couple BIG things to do! Over and out, -

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Come on, boys. This is grippy sock vacation, not grippers out vacation!

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a clumsy s/o? Thank you!

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: blood

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“I’m going to purchase one of those leashes for unruly toddlers,” James says, thick lashes nearly touching as he squints down at your hand. “And I’m going to keep it around my wrist at all times.” 

“It won’t be as good at catching me as you are,” you point out. You do your best not to wince as he picks a piece of gravel out of your palm, but his eyes flick up to you anyway, an apology in them. 

“No, but at least I’ll be able to keep you close.” 

You laugh a little. “I trip whether you’re nearby or not.” 

“Beg to differ.” He sounds bitter, but James has always had a terrible poker face and the uptilt of his lips betrays him. He spreads ointment over the cuts on your hand before bandaging it. “If I was with you, this would’ve never happened. Guaranteed.” 

“Yes, it’s all your fault.” Remus comes in from the kitchen, maneuvering carefully so as not to get the hot mug he’s carrying anywhere near James. He sets it next to your thigh on the bathroom counter. “Jamie,” his tone is chiding, a bit tired, “why have you started with her hands? She’s bleeding down to her ankles.” 

“It’s nearly dried anyway,” you say, looking down at your shredded knees. Remus feels too bad for you to give you one of his worse reprimanding looks, but his eyes convey tremendous exasperation nonetheless. 

“Because I knew she’d need her hands to hold her tea,” James replies, bumping Remus’ hip lightly with his. “Ease up, I’ve got it. Did you make yourself some tea too?” 

Remus glances towards the kitchen the way an old captain might gaze at the sea. “I thought about it…” 

“Do that,” James says. He finishes up with your other hand, bandaging it carefully. “Actually, would you mind just putting a kettle on? I’ll have a cup, and Sirius might want one too.” 

You frown at that, but neither of your boyfriends see, Remus going into the kitchen with renewed purpose and James smiling slightly to himself as he finishes wrapping your hand. 

“One of these days,” he whispers, backing up a bit so he can work on your knees, “you’re going to have to sit on the couch and feed Remus chocolates for all you put his heart through. We’ll be lucky if the next time you fall he doesn’t have an attack.” 

“What’s Sirius coming here for?” you ask. 

“Well, he does live here.” 

You give him a look, but he doesn’t glance up from cleaning the blood off your shin. “He’s supposed to be shopping with Marlene.” Accusation and betrayal line your words. “You texted him?” 

James looks up at you now, sympathetic if not quite sorry. “You know I had to. He would’ve murdered me if he’d come home and seen you all bandaged up and nobody had told him.” 

“You could take him,” you grumble. 

He laughs. “I don’t know, sweetheart. He fights dirty.” 

You laugh too, though it’s more a humorous huff. “He can’t come home every time I trip,” you say, twisting the string of your tea bag around your index finger. “It’s not like I need to go to the hospital.” 

James works a larger piece of gravel out of your knee, eyebrows knit together by compassion. “He worries,” he says simply. “He wants to come home every time you hurt yourself, though if you recall, I didn’t tell anyone about you banging your head on the microwave door yesterday, or about when you fell on the stairs last week.” He looks up, grinning when you shrink, abashed. “But when you fall this bad, it’s a bit harder to hide. Sorry, lovie.” 

It’s a double apology, for ratting you out and for the sting of the ointment he smears over your knee. You hiss through your teeth. “Fair enough,” you say. James smooths a large band-aid over the series of shallow cuts, kissing the skin just above it for good measure. “I just don’t like to worry him. Any of you, if I can help it.” 

He shrugs. “I don’t think you can,” he says. You get what he means. Remus is a worrier, Sirius even more so, protective by nature and nurture. And each of your boyfriends cares about you too much to ignore how often you hurt yourself, even if you really think they should be desensitized to it and annoyed with you by now. “But I’m trying to get you cleaned up before he sees you, so hopefully that’ll help.” 

Like James has just issued a summons, the rumble of Sirius’ bike comes from outside. James grimaces as it slows to a stop. 

“I hate that fucking thing,” Remus growls from the kitchen. 

James shoots a sad smile in that direction. You think that you might not single-handedly cause Remus’ heart attack if Sirius gets there first. 

“Where is she?” Sirius calls as soon as he comes in the door. “I assume there’s a blood trail for me to follow?” 

James chuckles. “I told you it wasn’t that grim,” he shouts down the hall, and a second later there are heavy footsteps coming toward you. You brace yourself. 

“Fucking hell.” He halts just in the threshold of the bathroom, then seems to change his mind, striding over to you. His eyes are glued to the bloody mess of your uncovered knee. “Darling, what did you do?” 

You knew what to expect from him, and still your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to. “I missed the curb going out to get the mail,” you say. 

Sirius’ eyes lift to yours, widening. “You fell into the road?” You nod. “You could’ve been hit by a car!”

“There weren’t any cars.” There are almost never any cars on your street, and he knows that. 

“You’re lucky there weren’t,” he says anyway, holding his hand out. You place one of yours in it obediently, palm up. There’s a bit of blood marring the beige bandage, and Sirius makes a terribly soft pitying sound. “Your poor, lovely hands.” He runs a careful finger over the covering. “How bad was it?” he asks James.

“I told you, not horrific,” James says, finishing with getting the debris out of your knee and twisting the cap off the ointment. He looks up to be sure you’re ready before he starts smoothing it on.

“Stitches?” 

“Oh, tons. She’s held together more by thread than skin at this point.” 

You roll your eyes, but Sirius coos, “My poor sweetheart,” and grabs hold of your face to plant a kiss on your lips. You must look as pleasantly surprised as you feel, because he does it again, bending forward to avoid bumping his hip into your knee. 

His thumb sweeps across your cheek as he pulls away, brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?” he asks, and now the mirth has disappeared from his tone. You don’t know how Sirius does that, going from teasing to not in a blink. 

“Not so badly,” you tell him. 

He hums, stroking your face again. “Would you tell me if it did?” 

You feel your lips twitch, and Sirius’ eyes narrow like he knows your answer before you’ve spoken. “Probably not,” you admit, “but it really doesn’t.” 

He stares you down for a minute, murky eyes scanning yours for traces of untruth, his dark brows lowered. You reach up to slot a piece of hair behind his ear, and he cracks, mouth kicking up at the corner. 

“Alright, drink your tea before it gets cold.” 

“I’ve actually made tea for everyone,” Remus calls, not from the kitchen this time but from the living room. “And snacks, so please come eat them.” 

James grins, touch moving up the back of your knee to your thigh as he stands. “Excellent,” he says eagerly. “You’re all fixed up, m’love. Let’s go take care of Rem now.” 

You start to hop down from the counter, but Sirius says, “Wait, wait!” and grabs you by the hips, keeping you in place. “Can you walk?” 

You nod, because duh, your legs are scraped, not broken, but Sirius looks to James, the both of them frowning thoughtfully. 

“Best not to risk reopening them,” James decides, scooping you up off the counter. 

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes. “Thank you,” you say, rather than this is deeply unnecessary and you’re being ridiculous. James seems to hear both anyway, planting a sloppy, smiley kiss on your cheek. Sirius, satisfied, follows you down the hall. “I didn’t mean to make you my manservant, I swear.” 

“Happy to do it,” he says. “Now drink your tea, it’ll make Rem feel better.”