#resper

[grusik]

Herald75 Resper by soulroach

[leonisdumbasallhell]

AUGH WAIT WROMG EMOJI I MEANT 🏥 this is what I get for copy pasting 😭

🏥 Abandoned hospital for Leon >:3c

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Abandoned his ass.

Leon rounded a corner, darting down the hall of the old hospital and running like his life fucking depended on it. Maybe it did. Fuck, he hadn't felt this terrified since Raccoon City. He might puke.

His heart raced, fingers trembled as he finally stopped, ducking into some sort of nurse's station. Intel had been this was an abandoned hospital that had been turned into a BOW research center, then also subsequently abandoned. If this is what they were dealing with he couldn't blame them. He was about one loud noise away from shitting himself or jumping out a window. Maybe both.

Some rational part of him said this didn't make sense. One moment he was walking down a hall, the next he felt like this. Fuck why was he this antsy? He could not get his heart under control, trying everything he could think to get his body to calm down even remotely. Box breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth, fuck it this wasn't working. He was calling for back up.

"Hunnigan, I need help over here." His voice sounded ragged,peaking like a hot mic, and he hoped the static of the comm's would swallow the sound. He didn't want to admit how terrified he was.

Her voice came to life over his comm's, her fingers clacking away at her keyboard in the background, "On it. Can I get details?"

Leon opened his mouth to speak when he felt that same sweet taste in the air, almost powdery on his tongue. It was back. What was back? He wasn't sure, but it was. His heart rate somehow picked up even more. It might give out at this rate.

He went deathly silent, listening for whatever had chased him before, an almost imperceptible sound, like bells in the back of his head, or a wordless whisper. Had something chased him? It must have. He tried to swallow.

"Leon?"

He jumped, startled by her voice, as Hunnigan tried again, "Leon, are you okay?"

He grabbed his comm, still shaking. "Hunnigan, I think this place is haunted."

"... What?" She didn't believe him. Of course not, he sounded fucking insane. He felt insane. His chest was going to explode.

"There's ghosts. There's actual fucking ghosts here."

"I-- Okay, so a-- It's a BOW that resembles a ghost? Maybe it's something to do with that mold from Louisiana--"

No, no, no, she didn't understand. He shook his head frantically, before remembering she couldn't actually see him. He started feeling dizzy, though he wasn't sure if it was from the hyperventilating or the growing, musky, bitter-sweetness in the air. Like something was rotting. "No, no, it's ghosts, there's a fucking ghost, Hunnigan.

He could envision her holding her hands up in defeat, "Okay, okay. There's-- There's a ghost. Leon, can you tell me how you're feeling?"

"I feel like there's a ghost Hunnigan, what do you think?" He was feeling desperate, agitated, nonsensical. But he couldn't take it, she had to understand, he needed help. Something else was in this room with him, something malignant. He needed to run.

[windmill-ghost]

The shame of Mortasheen is that it has so many monsters that you can straight-up be the only fan of one of them.

[hustlerose]

you are right. this didn't happen ten years ago. (although the pace of their growth and increasing frequency was properly picking up at that point. i live in a place where we have frequent natural burns (fire season is late summer early fall) and every year the fires are larger, more frequent, and more destructive. iirc you're in the Michigan area, and with the warming of the boreal forest due to the shifting climate y'all up north are in for some truly nasty and devastating wildfires. i know, having grown up in extreme poverty, that putting together a disaster kit can be really tough when you're poor but i really really strongly encourage anyone who can do so get a couple of good masks (n95/p95 works okay but n100/p100 are really preferable) and some decent quality filters that you can tape to the back of a box fan. ideally merv12+. paper or cloth masks don't protect your lungs from wildfire smoke, even when wet, because they don't stop the really fine particulate. take it as easy as you possibly can with regard to physical activity, and stay indoors and much as possible with the doors and windows closed. if you have air conditioning it's a good idea to run it to get the air circulating through the filter. get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water, be safe. I'm sending you all the love and support i can muster.

thank you so much!! this is good info

[thedevilsrain]

thinking about that tiktok that's like "oh you grew up on deviantart/tumblr? what artist did you steal your style from" and the options r like loish elentori popular Tumblr people........... and I started by stealing my style from bleedman

[chtisdrysdale42]

Steampunk clock carved from merbeau and finished with German Countertop Livos oil. Octopus with goggles and respirator @craftmarketsaus @jedwoodcreations @craftvictoria @australianmadecampaign @australian_architecture @craftvictoria @suvimakesmess @livosaustralia @livos_germany @roger_s_gaborski @rogerfederer @keithtowe #woodartists #octapus #steampunk #goggles😎 #clock #resperator #merbeau #collectables #gift #corporategifts #australia #victoria #newzealand #england #scotland #wales #ireland #unitedkingdom #unitedstatesamerica #livoş https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6tv1GrrTG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[okay-letsdothisonelasttime]

Okay okay hear me out....

MHA fic prompt were a Quirkless!Midoriya from an alternate universe never gets OFA and instead, he trains hell hard and develops a quirk blocking martial art form like Ty Lee's chi-blocking, gets into UA and is gunning to become a little badass underground hero under Aizawa tutelage.

And then one day during a villain fight he gets hit with a quirk that sends him to the cannon verse, where he just fucks around with cannon class 1A for a couple of days until his friends can get him back.

Mostly I just want to read a practice fight scene between cannon class 1A and badass quirkless!Deku, were he just hands then all they ass with his wicked fighting skills and they are all shook.

(I feel like he would have an epic hero costume full of dope support gear him and hatsume drempt up. Like carbon fibre body armour, maybe mixed with something insulating to protect against temp and electricity quirks like Todoroki and Kaminari. And something similar to Aizawa's capture weapon or her grappling hooks so he can swing around like Sero. Maybe some kind of mask to protect his identity, which then doubles as a resperator or something cool like that. Smoke bombs, taser gauntlets like black widow, some kind of distorsion gear that interferes with sounds based quirks like Jiros, maybe goggles with night vision. Ah there's so many cool possibilities.)

[goodboyaudios]

Who would you curse ship with Mirren?

Mirrin x Resper Blackwynd (from SPS)

[crmsnmth]

One Night From a Hospial Bed

Her silhouette stands in the room's door frame he room is quiet other then the rhythmic beeps of life support and ths hiss sound from the resperator And I hear you before I can see who you are and I'm ashamed that I've made you cry yet again. And the beeps and hisses keep going the languages of the dying

She sets on the bed and I can feel her hand on my leg Her eyes are bloodhot and pink dark bags sag under her eyes

I wasn't supposed o see this I was supposed to die in the bathroom. I was supposed to die the Cobain way the heroin killed him before the shotgun did

I can lift my hand and I do taking hers into mine and we cry to each other Her, because this isn't how this works Me, upset that someone found my drug addled vessel

Did you do it on purpose, she asks and I don't want to answer because I know what it will do to her She was here for the last one and here I go trying again My impulsive thought are almost always a form of self-harm Razor blade railways Safety pin punctures I nod at her

The floods open from her eyes, but not her mouth We sit like this for a long time, her tears messing up the morse code beeps and pings I have to go, she says, kissing my forheard

And she walked that hospital door and then walked right out of my life That's okay you get used to it after awhile and wasn't that the goal of all of this? To never deal with people again

I just wanted to do this with eyes closed

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Paramedic Dick Grayson, Hurt Tim Drake, Medical Jargon, medical ACCURACIES, EMT Jason Todd, that one's not explicitly stated in the fic but it's true Language: English Published: 2024-01-05 Words: 1,448 Chapters: 1/1

“Cave we are coming in hot with an injured bird, immediate medical assistance required beyond current capabilities. Red fell about 20 feet onto some rebar; one caught a weak point in his armor. Through-and-through impalement in the lower right quadrant, rebar is stabilized. GCS of 15, no obvious signs of head trauma. Most recent set of vitals is BP 92/60, heart rate 124, respers at 26, SpO2 at 98% room air,” Jason rattles off, gripping the wheel tightly as he speeds across the Madison Street Bridge towards Bristol. “He’s been given 100 mics of fentanyl intranasally and Wing is working on IV access now. We’re about 15 out.” “Copy that Hood, I will alert the Watchtower and ready the Zeta immediately. Please inform me if the situation changes.” - Or: They say write what you know, and also write what you want to read, so here's a self-indulgent and (mostly) medically accurate fic about hurt Tim getting the Paramedic Dick Grayson special <3

[abdlrimespotiques]

avec estime resper amitié aux abdls france O3 8O 41 O O O6 TEL

[dapocalypse]

Sooo I was working on some speculative evolution stuff. The premise is that life develops in the atmosphere (world is enclosed, the ceiling of the world is an energy field that reacted with the atmosphere) and makes landfall at a later point. These are two body plans I have to share with y'all today:

Photoglydea are disk shaped organisms that have radial segments that have pores and air sockets to trap air, this gives them a bit of buoyancy and allows them to resperate, They also rely on the sun for photosynthesis. They reproduce by means of fragmentation, bits of them break off and grow into full organisms.

Next are the Aerosymbiota that form web-like clouds, they mostly float but they can't respirate or photosynthesize on their own. Mostly they exchange gas and nutrients with organisms they interact with. They reproduce when parts of the clouds break off and they share DNA by attaching to other clouds.

[weprinsessa]

Kieran (Sungchan RIIZE) resperentative Flyn Ryder from Tangled

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

bummer resperator cigs

the packs with kids on them remind me of when my dad would hotbox the truck with cigarette smoke when i was a kid and now i have asthma