bone shatters

"Marry me?”

// New follower prompt. Post ME3 Destroy ending, Shakarian. More fluff rather than angst. Making up for this morning, I guess!

It had been weeks of suffering through her waxing and waning consciousness. Some days she was awake for a few hours at a time, others she would show no sign of ever opening her eyes. The best doctors in the galaxy were taking care of Shepard, but it didn’t stop one particular turian from worrying, no matter what the rest of the crew said.

“If I’m up in that bar, and you’re not… I’ll be watching. You’ll never be alone.”

She just had to say it. Garrus didn’t want to imagine a life without her, but her injuries had been so severe; third degree burns to half her body, first and second degree covering most of the rest; her left arm, amputated, unrecoverable form the damage it had suffered; pins and bars to support shattered bones; hemorrhaging in several internal organs. But she was alive. Breathing. Barely.

Some days he would just talk to the empty room, not knowing if she was awake enough to hear it. Little things. Talking about their friends that survived the Normandy’s crash. The ones that didn’t. About his family on Palaven and wanting to take her to meet them. He’d been lucky. Both his father and his sister survived. Shepard survived. Many of his friends survived. Sure, there were some that didn’t… but, in the grand scheme of things, he knew he was lucky.

Today was one of Shepard’s better days. She had been awake enough to try and eat solid food in the morning. It had stayed down without too much trouble. Though she did sleep through most of the rest of the day, she was awake now to watch the blazing red sun dip below the smoggy horizon.

“It’s still a mess out there, isn’t it.” Had it been three years ago, Garrus probably would have answered, not realizing her questions were usually rhetorical. He’d learned. “How bad was it?”

“Pretty bad. Could have been worse - you know, fate of trillions resting in your hands alone. You’re a hero to just about everyone left.”

“Just about?” Shepard glanced back from the window to look at him without turning her head. The cracking scabs on her neck would always cause momentary discomfort. This healing wasn’t as clean as Lazarus.

“Can’t make everyone happy.”

She spared a laugh, stifling the cough that followed with the prototype arm that had been fitted to her shoulder. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for now. “I supposed not. Risk your life for a galaxy, and there’s always someone who will complain. Let me guess, it was Sparatus?”

It was Garrus’ turn to laugh. “Surprisingly not. He’s been especially quiet since Palaven fell. I think he finally learned his lesson to actually listen to you for once.”

“I doubt that. I’d expect the Reapers to come back from the dead before I get any concessions from that Turian.”

“We are stubborn!”

Despite the pain and uncomfortable stretching of still healing skin, Shepard managed a smile, slowly walking her hand across the blankets to find his and grasp it tightly. “Not always a bad thing…” The excessive tire returned, washing over her body almost like her systems were shutting down one by one, a ship going dark. A haze covered her eyes that they all had begun to recognize.

“Listen, Shepard–”

“What now, Vakarian…?”

“I, uhm, well… I know this is a bad time, but…” It was a human expression to have ‘clammy’ hands, but that was certainly how Garrus felt at this moment. Everything they’d been through couldn’t prepare him for this moment. He’d rather face down a Reaper like she did on Rannoch.

“Say it Vakarian, or I’m going to sleep.”

“Marry me?”

The words blurted out of this throat before he could take them back. Now that they were out, both of them sat frozen trying to comprehend the situation, and understand what was said. Shepard turned her head to look at him fully. “Say that again.”

“Uhm…” he hesitated, getting that telltale Shepard glare as he rubbed his hands together. “Marry me?”

A long moment of silence stretched between them. It was neither good nor bad, his own heart hammering in his head, running through every possibility of rejection. She could hate him for ruining what they had. Or chase him away. Or tell him she doesn’t care about him like that. Or tell him that she still loved Kaidan more than him.


Every thought in his mind ground to a screeching halt. “What?”

“Sure. But, you’re going to ask me again, and next time you’re going to have a ring.” The way she said it was so deadpanned, like he should have seen it coming, but this was about the last thing he expected to hear.

Something wasn’t adding up, no matter how many times he ran through it in his head. “Wait, what? I thought you hated that ancient tradition? Thought it was demeaning and antiquated?”

Shepard just shrugged, a grin splitting her face. “Sure, but that was before I had a impressionable turian lover that would spend probably his entire salary on one. Besides… I’m sure you can find a scene from Fleet and Flotilla to make it just perfect.” Those lips curled into such a shit eating grin that Garrus knew he’d been played.

“I’ve been had! Alright. Ring, soundtrack, someplace with a gorgeous view, and somehow make it a surprise. I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

“Consider it practice, Vakarian. I won’t go easy on you, just because we’ll be married.” The exhastion was returning, muffling her voice and making her eyelids heavy, though she stubbornly held eye contact with Garrus as long as she could. “I love you, Garrus.”

His nose brushed against her forehead as he kissed her to sleep. “I love you too, Shepard.”

Short but accurate summaries of popular books/series: part 2
  • Lunar Chronicles: The Earth finally gets its shit together. Unfortunately, the moon has other ideas.
  • 39 Clues: Worst. Treasure hunt. Ever.
  • The Selection: Rich man thinks The Bachelor is a valid way to choose a monarch. Degree of success varies between attempts.
  • Shatter Me: The tales of Cinnamon Bun Girl and Problematic Fave Boy.
  • These Broken Stars: Heterosexuals in space. People die and things explode.
  • Legend: Literally the entire plot would've been avoided had the male lead waited another week to do the Stupid Thing™
  • Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children: Every day is Throwback Tuesday.
  • Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Magic and infinite knowledge at the cost of eternal pain. Choice is yours.
  • The Song of Achilles: This story is over 3000 years old, yet the ending still takes us by surprise.
  • Mara Dyer: The choice between mental stability and evil superpowers is somehow supposed to be hard.
  • A Darker Shade of Magic: Taking the ring to Mordor, except with less history lectures.
  • H.I.V.E.: Adults continuously fail to realize that when it comes to being clever sadistic little shits, teenagers have them beat by a mile.
  • Artemis Fowl: Teenage Irish Mycroft Holmes discovers Fairies are real. What happens next is fun for the whole family.
  • Good Omens: An angel and a demon decide they can make a better plan than God. Whether they were right is up to debate.
  • Divergent: A world in which having an actual well-rounded personality is a crime by birth and punishable by death.
  • The Magisterium: The wonderful misadventures of preteen Voldemort, Human Labrador, Hermione, and their pet demon puppy.
some very important yokai from japanese folklore
  • a tiny old man who lies in a field doing a perfect imitation of a baby’s cry to attract concerned passers-by, before killing those who attempt to pick him up by rapidly increasing in weight until their bones shatter
  • an outhouse goblin with a long tongue who just scuttles around licking up that sweet sweet soap scum and other bathroom filth
  • what appears to be a man with an obscured face - when it spots someone at night, it drops trou, spreads its asscheeks to reveal a giant eyeball poking out of its anus, and then charges at its victim on all fours ass-first (seemingly for no reason other than to scare them)
  • a seemingly ordinary woman whose head detaches while she sleeps and flies around the garden looking for centipedes to eat
  • large angry goblins in straw coats that rampage through mountain villages yelling at kids to be good and not stopping until the parents appease them with booze
  • a giant who just squats over the japanese islands and washes his hands in the ocean (that’s literally all he does)
  • shapeshifting raccoons who use their enormous stretchy ballsacks to accomplish all manner of everyday tasks
  • goblins that live in the woods washing beans in the rivers, freaking out travelers by singing songs about washing beans that echo through the woods
  • a giant skeleton made of tons of normal skeletons combined like some sort of skeleton voltron
  • slimy balls of hair that just skitter around being nasty
  • a spirit that does nothing except sneak up on sleeping people, pull the pillows out from under their heads, and slides the pillows under their feet
  • vaguely humanoid blobs of obese, stinky flesh with no eyes or mouths that are harmless and by all accounts quite friendly - if you eat the flesh of one, you gain immortality at the cost of living your life as one of them
  • a little old man with a very long head who sneaks into empty houses and insists that he owns them even when the homeowners return (one of the most powerful yokai)
‘Bones Shatter Sticker Set’ by allikatn
Fall Apart and Hit the Floor! / Some stickers featuring Warrior Cats inspired artwork. Relive Alli Kat’s 2008 AMV Bones Shatter with this sticker set. • Also buy this artwork on stickers.

Pretend it’s 2008 with these Bones Shatter stickers. The spectre of this AMV has haunted me since then, so why not embrace it? It’ll be 10 YEARS OLD as of next year! :O

I’m struggling to finance my grad film at the moment so any purchases are seriously appreciated!

(If you’re planning on buying a set, I’d recommend medium or larger, as small is REALLY small!)

I have been the bad guy before,
I kissed a boy so broken
I could taste his heart inbetween his teeth
And took that as an invitation to spit forever down his throat
I held her hand so tight
Our bones shattered
And blamed her for letting go
I traced the scars on his wrist
Just so i could linger there long after i left
I wrote poems about her eyes
And told her i loved her as much as i believed in god
I never believed in god
I let him touch my body and promised it would always be his
And smiled into his bestfriend’s bed
I could never belong to anybody, he should have known that
I told her i’d always be there
But when the phone rang at 2 AM
I turned it off and let her talk to the answering machine instead,
I never meant it
I have scattered my ashes
Around people who claim they love me
Just to prove to them they can’t love someone like me
Just to prove to myself i can’t love anything right

(via @boypoetic)

Signed copies: First three Selection books by Kiera Cass, Shadow and Bone and Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli. 

Book plates: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi, Lobsters by Tom Ellen & Lucy Ivison

so my first humans are weird idea just struck me as I reminisced
what would aliens think of painkillers?
what would aliens think of anesthetic?
about surgery, minimally invasive or majorly?
what would aliens think about titanium rods, plates, and screws installed during these surgeries?
humans ingest and absorb substances which numb parts of their body rather than ceasing to use that part
humans use drugs that must be kept in such precise balance in their body that there is a profession dedicated to maintaining the desired and safe level of the drug. these drugs incapacitate them for anywhere from mere minutes to hours or even days at a time.
what could they possibly need that for though? turns out, if humans have something functioning incorrectly inside their body, they will be cut open and have parts rearranged, replaced, or removed.
if a human shatters a bone, has a spine that curves in on itself (humans call it sko-lee-oh-sys) or similar injury that could prove inconvenient in their future, they will have a “sergerie” to implant pieces of metal that are fused to their bones in order to maintain the correct shape.
and of course it has already been said that they can and will perform sergerie or amputation on themselves with no painkillers or anesthetic available

Broken Skeleton Man || Jason Todd x Reader

BASED OFF PROMPT 62: “If you can’t sleep, we could have sex?“

Groaning, you shifted on the bed to lay on your side, in an attempt to find a position that would allow you to get some sleep. Jason shifted next to you as he turned around to face you, his head resting on the pillow next to yours .

“Sorry to bother you, Jay. I just can’t sleep on another bed you know.”

“Then why did you insist on staying here?”

“Because, my little​ tough nugget, Black Mask literally put you through a meat grinder, and you couldn’t go home.“

“Yes I could have. You were driving either way.”

“Jason I literally CANNOT haul your ass up all the way to our place okay? Besides, a chance to have some of Alfred’s famous breakfast, was not one I would let go off so easily.“

“So you sacrificed your sleep for some breakfast eggs?”


Jason laughed at that as he shook his head at you. His arm reached out to rest on your side which would have been a sweet gesture if he didn’t try and sneak it up your shirt.

“Soooo, if you can’t sleep,” he started, smirking at you, “How about we have sex?”

“Not happening,“ you stated, slapping his hand away.

“But wwhyyyyy?”

“Literally everything in you is broken, you have a shattered collar bone, broken ribs and a broken ankle.“

“You can be on top?”

“Did I mention the dislocated jaw?“

“Well geez, can’t you go one day without oral, woman?”

“Jason, no.“

“Oh c'mon, it’s not that bad.”

“You literally want to have sex in the same house as Bruce and like your 10 brothers?“

“It’s a mansion, they won’t hear shit. Besides as much as a task it will prove to be, you can like keep it quite.”

“Jason. Peter. Todd. I am not having sex with you right now,“ you deadpanned, glaring at him.

“What a cock block, geez,” he huffed. “How about some cuddles?“

“I’m not cuddling a sack of brocken bones,” you replied smirking at him as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’re being awfully rude today.“

“Settle for hand holding till you are no longer a broken skeleton man,” you said as you reached out to grab his arm, hugging it and interlacing your fingers.

“So, no sex tomorrow either huh?“




So I was sharing some Malec headcanons with @f-f-f-fight and I mentioned an idea I had with regards Magnus’ magic. He loved it. I wrote it. And he did these beautiful art for it. They’re stunning aren’t they? Thank you Seph!!!! I still have every intention of framing them. Just so you know ;).


“Alec! Duck!”

He heard the shout and dropped low, body acting without conscious thought, his mind narrowed on the urgent call in Jace’s voice. The air above his head sang with the glide of the Seraph blade flying through the air and then he heard a thud.

The circle member’s body had barely dropped before Alec was yanking out the blade from the gaping hole the blade had made in the middle of the man’s forehead.

He nodded at Jace who nodded back at him and went back to hacking away at circle members and demons alike, his blonde hair glinting in the moonlight in a way that made Alec spin on his feet, heart suddenly beating hard, eyes searching for the glint of silver necklaces which he hadn’t seen since… The breath whooshed out of him and he sighed in relief.

He’s okay. He’s fine.

Magnus’ fingers shot out in a graceful arc and with a blast of his power he decapitated the demon he’d been fighting, watching unimpressed as the demon dissolved into ash.

He lifted his head, as if he could sense Alec’s eyes on him, dark strands falling over his eyes, glowing golden with the slits that entranced and drew you in with the force and power they held.  His eyes held Alec’s for a brief moment and then he gave Alec a cocky grin and dove back into the fight, mind now focused on the circle member that had tried creeping up on him. A driving punch to the solar plexus, an upwards thrust with the heel of his palm that connected with the man’s nose and a direct punch to the face, and the circle member landed with a thud.

Without breaking a sweat, he glided onto the next circle member just as Alec caught running footsteps and raised his blade at the exact same moment a circle member came swinging at him.

His arms shook with the force of the hit and the circle member grinned.


Alec shot his foot out, slamming hard against the circle member’s kneecap, hearing the satisfying crunch of shattering bone that had the man drop with a pained howl. A quick swipe and he took off the man’s head and using the same momentum cleaved the demon that was coming at him from the side.

And then it was a blur of noise and blood and sweat, losing himself to the battle, catching brief glimpses of his lover, his family, his friends, all focused on their fights.

A circle member clipped him and he turned around, grabbed the man’s face, yanked him close and gutted him.

He caught Magnus’ smile just as he dropped the man’s body and smiled back, shaking his head at the wink Magnus tossed at him.

He was just about to turn around when he caught it, the split second when Magnus was distracted looking at him and a circle member swung at him, the edge of the Seraph blade hitting him from behind.


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nesta archeron & cassian

“Would it change anything if someone had? Would it make you see me differently, treat me differently?”

“It’d make me hunt them down and shatter every bone in their body.”

A shiver went down her spine; not at the fear of him, but at the truth in the promise. The sincerity.


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you have so many heroes
and the world has so many more.
let him be soft,
and let him be mine
.” (x)
Words: 1,176
Warnings: language
Notes: honestly idk either and this could damn well be about stucky but hey pls read the thing this is based on it’s like my fave thing ever??

Originally posted by pandasubaru

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When I fell for him, it was beautiful. I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t expect it. It just happened and I knew it was the real thing.

I knew what I was feeling was definitely love.

I was terrified, I had never fallen in love before. And the thought of someone impacting me this much was entirely frightening.

I knew I had feelings for him, I knew I loved him. But being hit with the realization that I was actually in love with him made me lose balanced and I toppled over. Still, it was amazing.

I know I’m still falling. I know I’ll continue to fall. And it feels beautiful. To care for someone so much.

He leaves me breathless in the best ways. He leaves me wanting more, so much more. Just his presence is enough to brighten my day.

Even when he’s around, I miss him.

When I see him, I feel short of breath, my heart starts beating rapidly, and my cheeks turn a deep crimson.

Falling for him was, and still is beautiful. And I know, I’ll continue to fall. I’ll continue to fall until all the bones in my body shatter, until I have no choice but to get up.

Even then, all the pain will be worth it, because he’s worth it.

—  Beauty in IT /// falling in love

beaureqard  asked:

you characterized human walking as controlled falling--does animal walking take more effort because they have 4 legs, they have to push off each one? what about the relative stresses of human vs animal running? is there an example of a well-muscled animal that doesnt have such trouble with fragility, or a social animal that can care for wounded members of its group? we've sort of gotten away from anthropology huh lmao Sorry! I guess... what pressures selected for the above in humans?

Actually, a lot of this is still anthropology! Bipedalism- one of the defining characteristics of hominins- and its origins are extremely important to physical anthropologists and primatologists.

Human walking is divided into two parts: stance phase and swing phase. As an experiment, stand up, take a slow walking step, and really think about what you’re doing. Then sit down again because things tend to get weird when you actually think about what you’re doing when you walk- it’s kind of like remembering to breathe or being aware that you can feel your tongue in your mouth. By and large as a species*, our brains are so used to the motions of walking that thinking about it can throw us off our stride. This is why learning to walk again after an injury can be so challenging- actively thinking about locomotion is not something the human brain likes to do. To walk, we pick up a leg, swing it forward, land on it, roll off the toe of the other leg, pick it up, swing forward, land on it… it goes on forever. Here’s an illustration of what that looks like!

This doesn’t actually require a lot of energy, from a caloric standpoint. It’s just falling with style. Running is quite similar; it’s just more energy put into it. It’s still the same motion; the leg just gets lifted a little higher. There’s a phase where both legs are off the ground (which you can’t see in this gif, unfortunately)- same as when a horse moves from walking to galloping. 

 Let’s compare that to a horse- the first gif is a horse walking, the second is a horse galloping.

Much of the stress in four-legged running comes from body weight; a horse is going to be a lot heavier than a human, so that’s a lot of force put on the knees. Running is always going to be more stressful than walking, but for humans, our relatively small body size is going to make it comparatively less stressful and more efficient.

Now, this isn’t to say that other animals aren’t efficient for what they are/can do; it’s just to say that we’re more efficient. There’s only two animals that can really keep up with us: domesticated dogs and domesticated horses. We’re going to keep looking at horses because horses and the energetics of their movement are really well-studied; horses have had a long working relationship with humans. Unlike most other animals, it’s unlikely we domesticated them just to eat- equines are real dynamos and are able to do a tremendous amount of work. Now, this is where things kind of get into physics, but bear with me for a moment. Consider for just a second: animals (us included) as machines. There’s an input: oxygen and calories. There’s an output that we call “work,” which is using a force to move an object a distance when both the force and the motion of the object are in the same direction. That’s what we mean when we’re talking about “work,” the ability to move an object (at bare minimum, the animal’s body) a distance. Horses have been selectively bred over millennia for stamina and speed, and as a result the domesticated horse’s maximum work output is about 3.5 times higher than what it should be**. So back to that question of two feet versus four feet: It’s not just about quadrupedalism versus bipedalism, but also about aerobic potential, lung capacity, metabolism… there’s a lot to it

Efficiency versus the capacity for speed is one of those evolutionary tradeoffs. There’s quite a lot of them in locomotion, including the fragility of various species. Horses and other leggy ungulates are typically more fragile than most other quadrupeds. If we look at predators- let’s use coyotes as an example- they might not be as fast initially as an ungulate, but they’ve also got some padding around their ankles. They’re less likely to shatter a bone. Bigger carnivores, like lions? Even more padding, with hunting strategies to match. Lions like to chase their prey into ambushes rather than just chase it down. To escape these ambushes, prey species need speed; like all things evolutionary, those fragile legs are a tradeoff. 

As far as social animals caring for wounded members of their group, you’ll sometimes see this in other primates- they’ll lick each others’ wounds, pick off debris, that sort of thing. There’s some evidence that they’ll chew plants with medicinal properties, but interpreting these actions is really difficult because there’s so much we don’t know about great apes’ cognition. There’s an excellent book, The Evolution of Sickness and Healing, that has loads of information. While it’s a little older- it was published in 1997- it’s a great jumping off point. The whole thing’s available for free online here. Chapter 2 in particular has a lot of good information on what chimpanzees have been observed doing, including one of my favorite Jane Goodall anecdotes about a 23-year-old male chimpanzee (so, an adult) who got hurt in a fight with another chimp and started screaming; his elderly mother came running from about half a kilometer away and started grooming him, which got him to calm down. Even for chimps, mom’s attention can make it all better. 

As always, footnotes and references/further reading under the jump!

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