#tw emergency

[seven-dragons]

Twenty-odd years ago, a friend of mine died of a heart attack at a social gathering. He was conscious until the emergency medics arrived and then he crashed. All we could do was summon help and give him aspirin and keep him comfortable during the agonizing wait for help, and then watch helplessly for the even longer and more agonizing period that the EMTs kept trying to revive him as they kept starting and stopping the gurney on the way to the ambulance, and then pull him in and pull him out of the ambulance several times as they gained and lost his heartbeat.

I was beyond traumatized. We all were. My friend made sounds that humans shouldn't make. The EMT's stabbed needles in him right in front of us where needles shouldn't go. And our friend was dead. But that was 20 years ago.

I got over it, eventually. I remember my friend and that he died and that I was there, but only in the abstract sense. I had completely forgotten the visceral ordeal of witnessing his death. Then last night, my friend's started texting about the American football player who collapsed on the field, and it all came flooding back. I was not watching the game; I have not watched any video. And it's like I am back in my friend's living room, terrified and watching him die. I was up all night having panic attacks and nightmares for the little bit that I was asleep. I am still rattled today.

I have a large family and a large social circle. In the last 20 years I can't even count the number of relatives, friends, and acquaintances who have died, some of heart attacks. I was sad, and I missed them, but I never mentally connected any of it to the death of my friend. I have read and watched the endless parade of horrors that is the daily news cycle and didn't feel any trauma. I have had surgery, and trips to the emergency room, and many medical procedures and never thought about it.

And now, 20 years later, it's like it happened yesterday. I can see his face and remember exactly what he was wearing and hear him dying and I don't understand why.

[canichangemyblogname]

Women in the “Global South” are at the forefront of experiencing the worst of climate change and they are facing the gravest of consequences due to global inaction on this catastrophe.

[selineram3421]

Hiiii you're the first blog I check every morning and I absolutely LOVE everything you write!!

How about Alastor/Angel Dust/Husker finding the reader after attempting suicide? (If you don't want to thats fine, it can be super triggering, I just want comforttt)

I went aw and then went oh..

Lol but yes, I can do this.

Attempts

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mentions of attempted suicide-drowning/overdose/cutting, descriptive injuries, blood, mental illness mentioned ⚠

Human AU for this one:

Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

Alastor🎙

He had noticed you becoming distant.

For what reason?

That's just the thing. He didn't know.

It did concern him though and he would check up on you from time to time.

But you would just smile and say you were fine. That you just had a hard time falling asleep last night.

There was something that still had him on edge. Something was wrong but you didn't tell him.

He was your friend, your best friend in fact! You could tell him anything...

Right?

Alastor had come to visit, bringing along some of his cooking to help cheer you up.

Time's were getting rough with the economy crashing. And you, his dear friend, lived alone with no immediate family around. It was just you and that cat that would occasionally come by for food.

He stood at the door of your apartment and knocked, waiting for you to open it and greet him.

As he waited, he noticed the claw marks at the bottom of your door, wondering if the stray cat had done it.

How odd.. He thought. They would have opened the door before the little creature could dare scratch up their door.

He knocked again.

But the longer he waited was making him slightly nervous. Tapping his foot until he could no longer stand still, he got the spare key you gave him and opened the door.

Calling out your name, he walked into your apartment and placed the place of food down on the kitchen counter. After closing the door behind him, he walked into the living room.

"Are you home?", he asked, looking around the room, spotting your coat and shoes still out.

They haven't left. Maybe they are asleep?

Something had formed at the pit of his stomach, the feeling of fear and worry cloaking his thoughts. He walked into their room after feeling it grow stronger.

Looking around, he saw that your bed was made and that everything was neat and tidy.

Then he noticed the paper on your dresser.

Walking over, he picked it up and started to read. It was odd, as it addressed whoever happened to pick it up, but then he noticed what it meant.

No no no no no-!

His hands shook and he flinched when hearing a loud splash of water.

Dropping the paper, Alastor ran to the bathroom, barging in. There he saw you in the filled bath tub, soaking wet with clothes and shoes on, gasping for air.

He said your name and rushed over, pulling you out of the tub.

"Darling, talk to me!", he said, grabbing a towel to wrap around your shaking form. "What-"

"I couldn't- I couldn't do it! I couldn't..", they sobbed, turning their head away from him as they sunk down onto the tiled floor. "Why can't I just do it!?"

Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on the floor and hugged them.

"Shh sh, its alright.", he whispered, rocking them back and forth.

They clung onto the back of his shirt, still shaking from their cries.

"Its going to be alright."

Angel Dust🕸

You were his buddy, his pal.

Someone he could tell everything to without having to worry about you running to the cops.

You were the friend that was always by his side, no matter how many times he fucked up.

You would encourage him, praise him, and just be like sunshine. It reminded him of his sister Molly.

He didn't notice when your smiles started to become a mask.

He didn't notice when you started taking drugs from his stash.

Angel had left to pick up some drinks for the both of you. The day was alright and you had asked to hang out for a while.

It was a little weird when you had started to point out every detail, but he had just brushed it off as you being observant.

Maybe it was one of those days when you would just stare at the sky.

When he got back, he couldn't find you in the room.

Weird. He thought and shrugged before sitting down on the couch to wait for you.

Opening up his drink, he went to take a sip before something caught his eye.

It was the vent that hid his secret stash.

Why is that open? No one could have known it was there but you-

His eyes widened and he shot up from the couch and ran around the place yelling out your name.

"Com' on! This isn't funny!", he yelled, opening every door that he came across. "You've nevah had drugs! You don't know how much you can handle!"

He found you on the floor, packs ripped open around you.

"No..", Angel said quietly before repeating it as he rushed over to your side. "Snap out of it!", he yelled out in a panic and shook you by the shoulders.

You were blinking really slow, pupils dilated and shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", he said, picking you up and placing you on a nearby couch. "Stay awake! I'm gonna call a hospital, ok!?"

"Sorry Angel.", you mumbled and lifted your hand to hold his. "I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted to sleep."

"Stay awake. I'll come back in a bit ok? Or let me find a phone with a long enough cord.", he said before running out of the room.

He held back from crying when speaking to the nurse on the phone. Doing his best to explain what was going on.

After the call, he went back to hold your hand until the ambulance came to pick you up.

He had gotten an earful for being late for a job but he didn't care about that. All he could think of was you, hoping you were alright as he worked on autopilot to get the job done.

Damn it. He thought as he paced back and forth. I should have paid more attention to them.

Angel immediately went to visit you after finishing up, rushing down the hallways to get to your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He slammed the door open and found you awake, looking him up and down.

"What the fuck were ya thinking!?", he said as he made his way over to your side. "Best friends don't try to kill themselves before the other one! Best friends die tagethah!"

"I-"

"These are for you.", he said and placed the flowers on the nightstand nearby before sighing. "Why didn't you talk to me?"

Pulling up a chair next to your bed, he sat on it. Taking off his hat to brush his hair back to try and calm himself down.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?", he said looking at you. "I'm here for you, like you are for me. So talk to me."

Husk🃏

Honestly, he didn't know what to think of you at first.

You were just another person on the other side of the bar. Ordering a drink and sitting there for hours.

He knew a sad face, as it was quite common, but yours seemed permanent.

After a while, you became friends.

You weren't annoying and he appreciated your company. Sometimes when it was a slow night, he would show you card tricks.

He didn't know how depressed you actually were.

It had been a long night.

Husk had to serve some annoying assholes but other than that group it was tolerable.

What was odd was that you didn't show up.

They probably have an actual life to get back to. He thought as he cleaned up the bar.

After he locked up, he went out through the alleyway in the back. But as soon as he walked out he saw you leaning against the brick wall covered in blood.

"Oh shit!", he yelled out in shock before rushing to check you over.

He found your wrists slit, still gushing out some blood. Quickly, he ripped the bottom part of his undershirt and tied them around your wrists to try and slow the blood.

"Fucking hell!", he hissed and ran over to the pay phone across the street.

After putting in the coins, he called the nearest hospital and rushed out what was going on.

"I found them a few minutes ago! They are unconscious, but their wrists are still bleeding! I don't fucking know! Just send someone over!"

He got fed up with the person on the phone and slammed the pay phone back to its place. The change clunk down into the machine and he ran out of the booth to take you to the hospital himself.

"Don't you fucking die on me!"

After you were taken by the doctors, Husk sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room, bouncing his leg.

He hasn't beem that worried about someone since-

It's just been a long time.

It wasn't until a few hours later that you woke up. The doctors let him know that he could see you now, and he made his way over to your room.

As soon as he entered, he pointed at you with the grumpiest frown you've ever seen.

"Don't you ever do that shit again."

All you did was smile.

"Thanks Husk."

Then he did something that surprised you.

He hugged you and cried.

"You fucking dumbass.", he grumbled. "Do you know how shitty my night was? Then I find you passed out, covered in blood in the fucking dark."

"I'm sorry Husk.", you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I had a shitty night too. I wasn't thinking right."

Both of you stayed like that for a while.

Something that both of you never talked about was your home life. After this stunt, Husk would make sure to check in on you more.

"You owe me booze."

You laughed and agreed.

This was hard. Sorry for it being so late, but I hope you are doing better now.

~Seline, the person.

ML's for Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

[bamsara]

so uh, in a short time span of events tonight, tomarrow I get to: (1) report an asshole to the police/animal control for animal cruelty and (2) take an abandoned, malnourished, diseased and infected but socially friendly fella who's too lethargic to be comfortable to the Good Vet tomarrow to get completely checked out

and (3) my family gained an attatchment immediatly after holding him so I'm pretty sure we just gained a new cat friend

[anarchywoofwoof]

imagine the Earth has been keeping a temperature diary since 1850, jotting down how warm or cold it feels each day.

now, fast forward to March 19th this year.

if you average out all the temperature notes from the last 365 days and compare it to what was considered "normal" between 1850 and 1900 (the pre-industrial baseline), we find that the Earth felt 1.57 degrees Celsius (about 2.8 degrees Fahrenheit) warmer than it used to back then.

the intergovernmental panel on climate change (IPCC) has set a "safe" warming threshold at 1.5 degrees celsius above pre-industrial levels to significantly reduce the risks and impacts of climate change. this threshold was established to avoid some of the most severe effects on ecosystems, human health, livelihoods, food security, water supply, and economic growth. the goal is to keep global temperature rise in this century well below 2 degrees celsius above pre-industrial levels while pursuing efforts to limit the temperature increase even further to 1.5 degrees celsius.

the recent measurement of the 365-day running mean global surface temperature reaching 1.57°c above the pre-industrial baseline indicates that we have surpassed this 1.5°c threshold, albeit in the context of a running mean and not yet as a long-term average. this means we are already in the zone where the risks of more significant impacts from climate change become higher, according to IPCC guidelines.

in New Zealand, over 3,500 eels were found dead in a stream.

the gray whale dieoff on the west coast of america has been declared "over," but has been attributed to malnutrition

sea lions and dolphins have also been washing up on the west coast with increasing regularity

over 150 amazon river dolphins died in october during a drought and heatwave in south america

salmon farm dieoffs are increasing exponentially across the globe

sawfish are spinning in circles, acting bizarre and in some cases, dying, in the waters off the florida keys

scientists have declared the world is on the verge of "historic levels of coral bleaching"

climate change is causing the world's trees to struggle to breathe

but oil executives continue their hubris:

how much more do we need to see??? our natural world is not dying. it is being killed. and we know who is responsible for the murder.

[schizopositivity]

Do you have a severe mental illness that can/has caused a mental health emergency? Are you currently stable? You should make a basic safety plan! [Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, this advice is taken from my own experiences and what I learned in inpatient psychiatric facilities. This post caters more to those who experience severe psychotic episodes as that is my experience.]

1. Find a safe person. Someone you often spend time with that you can trust with the details of your mental illness and feel safe around. Ask them if they are comfortable being the person to look out for you if you have a mental health emergency. Preferably someone you live with. If no one you live with fits this role, find someone you contact regularly.

2. Explain to the safe person what a mental health emergency looks like for you. Think of the way you presented in the past during mental health emergencies and try to describe it. You may have to describe it based on what others have told you if you had memory loss during episodes in the past.

3. Let them know how they can check with you to see if you are in a mental crisis. You might need them to ask you some questions to gage your mental state (examplse: Do you know where you are right now? Are you able to talk?). Tell them what questions to ask to find out if you are in a crisis.

4. Explain to them what you would want to happen in a mental health emergency. If they are able to see that you are indeed in a mental health emergency, what steps would you want them to take? If you will need to go to the hospital, but don't want to interact with police, let them know to tell that to emergency services. If there's a nearby inpatient facility you would want to go to, tell them which one and give them their contact info. If episodes typically pass on their own for you, let the safe person know how to keep you comfortable and safe until it passes.

5. Have an easily accessible contact paper or note on your phone with some basic info in case you can't speak to professional help while you are in a crisis. Add your name, birth date, your diagnoses, and exactly what medications you take and the dosages. You can add specific warnings or triggers about yourself (examples: Doesn't like being touched by medical professionals. Can react violently to loud noises). You can add contact info of people you'd want to let know about your situation. You can add your insurance information if you have it.

6. If you would have to go to a hospital/inpatient facility, let the safe person know if there's anything else you'd want them to handle once you get there. (Examples: Pack a bag of clothes for the inpatient stay. Feed my pets while I'm gone or ask someone else to. Contact my work place for me and let them know I won't be able to come in.)

Yes this is a long list, but I feel it's important to prepare and get your bases covered while you have the capacity to do so. Often when someone is in crisis they don't know how to ask for help, or what to do once they get help. Thinking of everything ahead of time saves you the extra worry later, or the extra worry of guessing by the people around you.

And if you are thinking "this is too much work to make someone else do!" Consider how much harder it would be if they found you in crisis and had no idea what to do and you wouldn't be able to tell them. If you have a severe mental illness that can/has caused you to be in a state of mental health emergency, you deserve to be cared for by others during the crisis.

[crowwritesaway]

Yandere Male General x Female Reader

“Y/N.” He called out softly. You hummed while looking at the book that the Princess boyfriend gave you. This is so beautiful. It has scriptures and drawings of previous generations.

He looked over at you. “What’s that?” He asked, his lip curling up. He knew that the Princess boyfriend gave you that. But why? Did he like you. Did you like him? He gritted his teeth. No. He better look another way before I take his useless eyes. He doesn’t deserve to look at her. She’s mine. My oxygen. My will to live. She’s my Y/N.

“A book.” You said, flipping through the book. He bit his lip. She cares more about the book than me. Impossible. He shook his head. He walked over to your side.

“Um, is it interesting? He asked, sitting beside you. “It is.” You replied, with a smile on your face. He nodded, his suspicion was confirmed. He is a threat. He has no right to get near her. We’re never visiting this empire again.

“What do you need?” You set aside the book. He smiled again. He quickly turned his attention back on you. This is how it should be. Our focus should be on each other. No outsiders. Just us.

“I wanted to visit you.” You nodded, looking away from him. You never liked staring directly in the eye for too long. Only for confrontation. He chuckled. So cute.

“It was a farewell gift.” You said, wanting to clear up any confusion. He hummed. “Where’s my farewell gift?” You frowned. “Huh?” “That man gave you a gift. He didn’t give me one. He’s quite friendly. Don’t you think?” You pursued your lips. “He did say goodbye.” You nervously laughed. You reached over and grabbed the book.

“Goodbye.” He glared at the book. “We should go train.” He put his hand over yours. He wanted you far away from that book. “Why now?”You sighed, pouting. I don’t want to train. “Why not? As general and you as guard of the empire, we have to be prepared.” He coaxed you. You clicked your tongue. I can’t argue with that. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He moved his hand before standing up. You stood up and walked out with him to the courtyard where the rest of the guards were training. I’m gonna burn that book tonight. Her mind should only be focused on me.

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[rwyvernarts]

prompt: wings

Worst self-defense mechanism

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm still thinking about how ashamed I was (and am) with being open about my pain because I am so young. It's so hard to feel worthy of having your pain taken seriously when the people around you insist that young bodies are always in pristine, untouched condition and that you must earn your pain through aging. Never is it considered that young people aren't lying or being a hypochondriac for expressing their pain.

Young people can be in life-altering pain. Young people can have debilitating pain. It doesn't matter what age it happens because pain doesn't discriminate. Complaining about pain and doing things to prevent needless pain aren't something you have to "earn" through aging.

If you want young people to be in less or lesser pain, then encourage them to do whatever they can to minimize it. Don't downplay what they're experiencing. Not everything is a lie, not every experience that is different than yours is exaggeration or deceit.

[feverflushed]

Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.

A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.

"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."

Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.

"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."

Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.

"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.

"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."

[heardatmedschool]

“And now’s the time for my least favorite game: ‘Where The Fuck Is The Blood Coming From’?”

[teal-fiend]

A strange old pred who lives in the woods, has a little cottage. Living alone with nothing but their pet bird.

They live a little way from a village that they sometimes visit to gather supplies. 

Being a pred, they feel very estranged from the rest of society, which is why they have chosen the hermit life. 

They don’t dislike prey, but they aren’t comfortable interacting with them for more than a few seconds. The pred doesn’t talk much, almost to the point of being mute, and they don’t behave like a normal person. They’re just doing their own thing, and it doesn’t match up with what their distant neighbours are doing. 

The pred has been living near the town for longer than most of the residents can remember - they don’t know how or when the pred got there, or why they are here. They don’t seem to have any family. There aren’t any other preds local to the area. The preds existence is a mystery to most people. 

The townsfolk, although they don’t understand the pred, they don’t dislike them. In fact, the pred is useful to them. 

Issues can often arise within the community - an outsider coming into the town to try and buy-out their land, out-compete local businesses, or otherwise harass or cause problems for the locals. If this happens, the townsfolk approach the pred and politely ask that they go after the prey. 

They’ll tell the problematic individual that the pred is the mayor, or someone with authority. They’ll schedule a meeting with the pred. They’ll talk over lunch. The townsfolk will dress the pred in formal attire. During the meeting, the pred will eat the problem. 

The community will thank the pred, cooing over them, affirming them (because the pred can be skittish, especially after eating). The pred would wobble back to their house to digest in peace. And in the coming days, the pred will receive gifts from the town (cheese, books, hats), as a thank you for the help.

[batw1nggg]

ultimate luck and hope and despair epilogue

so the komaeda pov manga trilogy ends with the famous love confession as we all know—note that the translation here was changed to “i love you… and the hope sleeping inside you….”

but i feel like i never see anyone talk about the epilogue. the epilogue is ch4 and the suicide:

these are the final two pages:

that is komaeda dying. reaching up to a light and hope fragments. when he wakes in the pod, he sees hajime standing over him, and the very last panel of the series is that same light.

his story is inseparably intertwined with hajimes, to the point where the entire trilogy ends with all of this. i am feeling exceptionally normal about this right now 👍

[st-alastors-confessional]

al, I overdosed on melatonin perc and xanax yesterday, I just wanted to take a nap. r drugs sins? I don’t feel sorry😒just wanted to ask

Drugs? A sin?

Oh-ho-ho, certainly not.

But safe practices are always paramount when consuming substances. I implore you to take care in future, my dear. I’d hate for anything to damage that wonderful soul of yours.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

the good news ~

As rents for even a studio apartment in my area have skyrocketed in the past year plus, I've had to shift my search for a permanent place to live to renting a single room. Fortunately, one of my long-time customers (almost ten years) rents a room from a pretty good landlord, here in my hometown. His wife and kids are in Mexico, but he finally got notice from Immigration that she's been granted permission to join him in the States (he's a US citizen). So he has to start looking for an apartment for when she (and their children, who are all college age) finally move here. Which means his room is going to be available in 3-6 months time, and he can put in a great recommendation for me, which should work in my favor against my very poor credit. Great news, and some true hope on the horizon.

in the meantime, I'm broke until 11/22 ~

I'm still left with trying to get a room at a local motel at a weekly rate. My budget has been quite tight the past couple of months, but I've managed fairly well. And right now I have a room paid up through Saturday night (11/11). However, I have to pay two years motor vehicle tax (being homeless last year, I honestly lost track of it because I have nowhere to receive mail) and my car registration out of this week's paycheck. So, starting Sunday, I'm going to either have to sleep in my car (and the nights are down in the 30's now) and/or sleep in the breakroom where I work. As much as I don't want to ask yet again after the generosity that saved me from losing my belongings to auction, I have to give it a try. So I'm just putting this out there, and any bit of help that people can manage will be deeply appreciated. Thank you in advance for any help or signal boosts that people can manage!

my ko-fi

@mousedetective @strangelock221b