chest shot

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“I’m getting the impression I have an unfair advantage over the competition,” he said finally.

Hawke threw back her head and laughed. “What competition?” She raised a hand, closing the fingers until only her index remained. “Like I said, I can count the worthy on one hand, with fingers left over.” She pointed at his chest, and mimed a shot. “Bang. Worthy opponent, right on the bullseye.”

watching these two assholes fall in love gives me life

i’ve borrowed Giselle Hawke here from @whatthefawxblogs

“Blue Ribbon”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC x Reader

Summary: After a fatal bullet to the chest, Bucky finds himself face-to-face with a very familiar-looking guardian of the gates who will determine his afterlife fate.

Soundtrack:
“Your Ex-Lover is Dead” (Stars)
“The Funeral” (Band of Horses)

A/N: This one is for JinYi.

“Take him to the quinjet! BUCKY! Don’t close your eyes, stay with me!”

There was a clear sense of numbness, and his thoughts start to tumble back as if they’re in slow-motion movie of his life - the streets of Brooklyn, a smaller Steve, a blue ribbon, being drafted. Reality dawns as Bucky slowly looks down at his chest - he’s been shot.

This lasts for a few seconds as he attains his visual confirmation that he’s been shot, and the pain rolls in waves. Blood pumps out of the hole in his chest and the nausea starts.

The burning pain becomes overwhelming, and despite the screaming warnings, Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, allowing for the dark abyss to take him away.

- - -

His eyes rapidly blink until he gradually adjusts to the glaring white light and white surroundings. He’s no longer in a bloodstained stealth suit, only clad in white. Any emotional and physical pain he bore has seemingly dissipated.

“James Buchanan Barnes?”

A young woman holding a clipboard stands in front of him. She, too, is head to toe in an immaculate all-white ensemble, a blue ribbon in her hair the only item of color in the distance. There’s a sense of familiarity to her, but he can’t put his finger on it.

Her eyebrow scrunches and she glances at her clipboard again. “James?” she tries again.

“Sorry, I blanked out,” Bucky apologizes. “Could you tell me where I am?”

She knowingly smiles like she’s heard this question many times. “Some call it the pearly gates. Some call it limbo,” she calmly explains. 

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+sherlolly because...that coffin

The Final Problem continues to do things to my heart and my emotions. I’m still working out how I feel about that scene with the ‘release code’. But one thing I do know is that the coffin scene absolutely broke my heart. Obliterated it. So as I sought a balm for my wounds, I wrote my own balm. x

:: CONTAINS SERIES 4 SPOILERS ::

Wounds  (also on FF.net)

The contrast was so stark it quite literally rang in his ears.

The police lights that swirled in the pitch black outside their old and rotted Musgrave home, the jarring collision of police radios, the ringing of mobile phones and the whirring blades of government helicopters all formed the cacophony that had been Sherlock’s environment just an hour ago.

Now that he was home and the silence of his now-destroyed flat enveloped him, the silence deafened him. He sat amongst the rubble that used to be his sitting room, and although his eyes opened wide, they stared into nothing. 

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yo real talk i forgot how fucking beautiful david tennant was in broadchurch

“At least we’re not stuck with Hillary, she would have been just as bad!”

Shut the fuck up, no she would not have. Y'all so damn worried over a bunch of emails that you fail to realize that Hillary is actually much more qualified to be president than Trump ever could be.

You let an inexperienced, misogynistic, racist, ableist businessman take over our country over someone who’s been working in politics for over thirty years.

Enough with the bullshit excuses and just admit you didn’t vote for Hillary because you didn’t want a woman in charge of America.

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A Columbine Survivor
Lance Kirklin

On the 20th of April 1999 in Colorado, one of the most notorious school shootings took place in Columbine. 15 school students died and well over 20 were injured. One of them was Lance Kirklin.

Lance Kirklin was having lunch with Dan Rohrbough and Sean Graves, after they finished the trio went to a smoking area known to students, but this was the start of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold’s killing spree. Lance witnessed Dan get shot and attempted to them, but this led to him being shot in the foot, leg and chest. Dylan then shot him point blank in the face, Kirklin later stated before he blacked out he witnessed Dan take his last breath.  

Lance suffered 5 gunshot wounds, his jaw was rebuilt with bone and tissue from his leg as well as titanium alloy to replace lost bone in his thigh and jaw, this took 9 operations.

After being released he helped investigators trying to understand what happened, he managed to draw an image of what he saw before he passed out.

This Is What You Came For

Title: This Is What You Came For
Pairing: Reader/Negan, Reader/Daryl
Summary: Reader volunteers to go into Negan’s compound willingly to get inside information. Eventual Negan smut. Implied feelings between Reader and Daryl.
Words: 1,551
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: If you want to be tagged in future chapters, let me know. First time writing Walking Dead. Second time going out of the Supernatural fandom!

Part 2 || Masterpost

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Requested by miiixy

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“Get away from her.”  The words ripped themselves from deep inside Kai’s chest as his hand shot up to throw the body of the coven member away from the drivers side door of your car.  The body crumpled painfully to the ground once his back hit against the tree.  Kai ignored the groaning heap of a man and instead stepped forward to rap against the window of your car.

With shaking fingers you rolled down the window, looking up at your savior as the fear that had once been in your system began to ebb away.  He sighed softly, opening the door and leaning heavily against the side of your car.  “Move over.  I’ll drive.  We’ll get you out of here.  I’ll keep you safe.”