excited delirium

BS Medical Tropes that Need to Die, 2/? : Making People Unconscious

For Part 1 of the BS Medical Tropes series, click here!

So I got an ask the other night about a character choosing not to kill people, but knocks them out with blows to the head instead. And it’s not an unreasonable thing for writers to think is legitimate. In fact, in fiction, there are dozens of ways to produce unconsciousness! A sharp hit to the head; a sedative drug injected right into the neck, bro!, or even Darkly Dreaming Dexter with his special horse paralytic.

Hell, on Person of Interest the main characters routinely produce unconscious enemy combatants by shooting them in the @$#RY)G!@#% knees

Here’s the thing: Every single one of those is complete bullshit.

Poppycock. Nincompoopery. Asscrap. And you’d realize that it’s a crock of crap if you thought about it this way for even half a minute:

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imperialhyuck  asked:

Hellooooo! My name is Kimi^^. I love~ your scenario fics! I would like to suggest an angsty fic where Tao and I have gotten into a fight. Then he goes to the club and well.. cheats. But make an ending thats fluffy.. Thank you~

Don’t Leave Me ~Tao~ 

This scenario has been my personal favorite (: I spent a pretty long time on this one to make it as good as possible, so even if it may not seem super long, I hope the quality makes up for it. I never thought I’d like writing angst so much haha (: Enjoy! (and wow Kimi is such a cute name omg hello) ~Admin C

“Tao, stop lying to me.” You voice was thin with icy anger as you glared up at the tall, lean boy in front of you.

Tao narrowed his eyes, which had a much greater effect than your glare because his dark eye bags made him look ten times more menacing than he actually was.

But you’ve seen him cry enough times to not be impressed by his seething expression. You crossed your arms and stuck out your chin.

“You’re a cheater, and a liar, and an asshole—”

“I didn’t cheat, you idiot!” He shouted, balling his fists against his sides. “What is your freaking problem?”

My problem? My problem?! It was my fault that you were having so much skinship with another girl?!” You screamed, stomping your feet in frustration and rage. “I don’t care if she was a good friend of yours or best friend or buddies for life or whatever, that doesn’t explain the things you two did! You went out on a freaking date with her and just happened to have forgotten to tell me, huh? You even held her hand when you walked down the street together! No—” you pointed a finger threateningly at him when it looked like he wanted to intervene, “—don’t even TRY. People saw you two, so don’t even try to deny the things you did. Good thing I have my friends who actually tell me the truth.”

Tao’s mouth opened and closed, then opened again, but no words came out. You were torn between the satisfaction of rendering him speechless and the throbbing ache in your heart from thinking about him with another girl, so in the end your lips settled into a sour half-smile, half-frown.

“I didn’t cheat,” Tao hissed through his teeth, clenching his jaws in anger. “And it wasn’t a freaking date. Yes, I did hold her hand, but that didn’t mean anything. She said she was having trouble walking in her high heels, so I was just making sure she didn’t trip over anything.”

“How can you be so blind?! She’s obviously—you stupid bastard—you—her—damn it, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, HUANG ZITAO! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” You swung your arm madly towards the front door and gestured for him to leave, screeching out words that you knew you’d regret later. But at this moment, your vision was so blackened with rage and your mind so clouded with confusion and hurt that you didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Your outburst echoed throughout the house, ringing your ears.

Tao stared at you for a moment, his face twisted with anger for being blamed for something he didn’t do. Then he turned on his heels and snatched his black leather jacket off the couch, tossing it over one shoulder as he strode across the living room towards the door.

“Fine,” he spat out coldly and yanked the front door open without sparing a backward glance. It slammed shut with a loud bang that shook the entire house, and he was gone.

The music blasted against his eardrums the moment he stepped in and almost instantly he felt the vibration of the bass tremble through his bones, tingling his skin and jarring his senses.

There were too many colors and too many lights and too many noises and too many people, but he relished the dizzying sensation, letting the familiar, hazy excitement rush through his veins.

Tao knew every nook and cranny of this stuffy old nightclub, because he used to visit this place like his second home; coming here almost every single night. Getting drunk. Dancing until he was lightheaded and disoriented. Kissing different girls until his lips were numb. Losing himself in the disco lights and deafening music. Returning home with the smell of sweat, beer, nicotine, and perfume on his clothes.

That had been his shitty college life, until he met you.

Tao pushed the thoughts away—specifically thoughts of you—and leaned his elbows on the granite counter of the bar. He ordered a glass of some random liquor from the menu, then buried his head in his arms.

He didn’t know why he was so angry.

Perhaps it was because the two of you haven’t fought like this in a very long time. Perhaps it was because he was accused of something he didn’t do. Perhaps it was because you had never kicked him out of the house before. Whatever it was, it had angered him enough to revisit this filthy, indecent place.

He ruffled his hair in irritation, groaning as he tried to clear his mind of you. He came here to forget all these vexing thoughts, but your image was flashing constantly behind his eyes, and your voice kept resounding in his ears.

When the vodka arrived, Tao snatched it off the counter and took a big swig, chugging it down before slamming it back onto the granite surface.

“Another one,” he demanded roughly, glaring at the bartender.

Soon, he was surrounded by empty wine glasses and his insides felt like it was on fire, in a way that made him want to go out and run down the blocks, or climb onto the rooftop and scream his lungs out.

He hopped off the high stool and landed smoothly on the marble floor tiles, which were tainted every color under the rainbow strobe lights and disco balls. He was surprised that he felt so steady after so many drinks. It was a strange kind of steadiness, though, strung taut with underlying excitement and feverish, imminent delirium.

A hand tapped his shoulder out of nowhere, then dragged down his back slowly. Tao felt a sudden weight lean in from his right, and looked down to see a girl clinging tightly onto his arm. She tilted her up and parted her glossy pink lips suggestively, pushing into him.

“Hey there, hot mess.” Her voice was extremely thin and high pitched, and as much as Tao wanted to plug his ears from the unpleasant sound, the alcohol was starting to get into his head and he couldn’t think straight.

The girl pouted when he didn’t respond, and shook his arm slightly. “Why are you standing here alone? Come dance with me.”

He allowed her to drag him into the hot, sweaty mass of bodies on the dance floor and soon lost himself to the wild music and movements and flickering lights.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but somewhere in between him tripping over a completely wasted man and him taking another pub glass from one of the passing waitresses, Tao found the girl who had dragged him out earlier suddenly in his arms, pressing against his chest.

“Kiss me,” she demanded sluggishly, standing on her tiptoes and forcing his head down. Her blurry features swam in front of his unfocused eyes and her beer-tainted breath swirled up his nose, and Tao suddenly wanted to resist her.

“You’re a cheater, and a liar, and an asshole.”

Your voice, full of contempt and resentment, rang in his ears, and a sudden jolt of anger shot through him, clouding his mind even more than the vodka had.

“A cheater?” He spoke out loud to himself, sneering at the empty air in front of him. “Well, _______, if you so vehemently believe that I am one, then maybe I’ll be one for real.”

Tao lowered his head and pulled in the nameless, faceless girl, clashing his lips with hers as the beat of the music throbbed to his pulsing blood.

The soft beeping of his phone woke him up, and Tao opened his eyes to an unfamiliar gray room that smelled faintly of dust mites and cheap perfume.

For a while he lied there on the bed, letting his senses flow back into him and trying to figure out where he was.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and squinted against the bright light from the screen.

4:30 a.m., and a text from you.

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please come back. I can’t believe I said all those nasty things. Tao, I’m sorry. Can we talk? Where are you?

His fingers hovered above the screen, not knowing how to reply. Indeed, where was he?

Tao slid the phone back in his pocket and sat up slowly, groaning as his headache started to settle in. The blankets were ruffled and the bed sheets beneath him were stiff and scratchy, and he twisted around to grab his shirt, which had somehow ended up on the bedpost, before he froze at the sight before him.

There was a girl sleeping next to him, and it wasn’t you.

As if the sight of her had triggered something in the back of his hazy mind, the memories of last night flooded in and a sickening feeling swirled in his stomach.

Tao turned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He dug his elbows into his thighs as he slouched there on the edge and looked down at the wrinkled shirt in his hands.

He remembered going to the nightclub. He remembered drinking. He remembered dancing with some random girl, then taking her back to her shabby apartment. His memory became fuzzy from that point on, and Tao couldn’t remember what had happened no matter how hard he tried.

The small room was suddenly airless and unbearably warm. He didn’t dare to look back at the sleeping girl behind him, who was still tangled up in the blankets that he had shared with her last night.

The phone vibrated in his pocket again, indicating another text from you, but he felt as if everything had been sucked out of his body and he was merely an empty shell made of everything horrible and disgusting and obscene.

His hands clenched around the crumpled shirt and started to shake uncontrollably. Guilt and revulsion slowly seeped into his stomach like lead, heavy and searing and unbearable. His hands were clenched so tight around the cloth that his knuckles were turning a sickening shade of white.

“What have I done?”

The empty question echoed in the dark room, and the silence drowned him like a tide.

You texted Tao over and over again, but he never responded. You called him numerous times, too, but they always went to his voicemail.

You felt like crying.

Regret of all the horrible things you had said to him washed over you, and you cringed at the memory. You couldn’t forget the look in his eyes when you told him leave the house. No matter how furious he had been, you had still seen the sadness and hurt behind his angry façade.

You had completely overreacted. You knew that for a fact because your friend had called later to reassure you that nothing had really happened, that—just as Tao had been trying to tell you—he was only making sure she didn’t fall on her face in her seven-inch heels.

If anyone were to blame—if there was anything to blame, because at the moment you were seriously doubting your judgments—then it would probably be the girl, and not Tao.

No, not even the girl. It was just you. All you.

You were the one who was blind, not him. He would never do something as atrocious as cheating.

You punched in his number again, praying for him to pick up. The couch you were currently curled up on had lost its usual comfort and warmth, because he wasn’t there next to you, holding you in his arms.

The monotonous beeping sounded in your ear again as the call went to voicemail, and you started to sob uncontrollably.

“Tao, come back, p-please,” your voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I take it all back. I’m the asshole. Come back, Zitao, come back. I’m so, so sorry.”

Tao threw his phone against the wall and flopped onto his bed, bringing up his forearm across his eyes as he tried to erase the sound of your voice from his ears.

“Come back, Zitao, come back. I’m so, so sorry.”

He gasped for air, trying to rid his chest of the suffocating guilt. Never in his life had he hated himself as much he did now.

It had been two days. Two whole days since the night he got drunk and slept with another girl.

On that disastrous morning, he had quietly sneaked out of her apartment after making sure he hadn’t left any of his contact info with her. He had tried his best to push the events to the back of his mind; but everytime you called him, everytime you apologized, everytime you cried, he would once again be consumed by shame and self-reproach.

He didn’t know what to do.

What could he possibly do that would make you forgive him?

No, his fingers clenched into fists. No. I don’t want to be forgiven so easily.

He wanted you to punch him. Slap him, kick him, hit him, claw at him, anything.

But it was all just thoughts. He didn’t have the guts to face you. Not after what he did.

When the doorbell rang, you almost tripped over your own feet as you scrambled off the couch and raced toward the front door, abandoning the phone you had been clutching in your hand for the past two days.

When the door opened up to the very boy you had been waiting for, you jumped into his arms, not caring that you were only wearing your thin pajamas outside in the cold morning air.

“Tao!” You cried, your voice sounding hoarse and tired but filled with happiness and relief. “Oh my god, Tao. Tao. Tao. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have—I can’t believe I said all those things. I’m terrible. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”

Tao stiffened in your embrace, then suddenly pushed you away.

“S-stop apologizing,” he muttered in a strained voice, avoiding your eyes. His voice sounded even more tired than yours and his eye bags had darkened, and your heart squeezed painfully when you imagined how terrible his past two days must have been. You must have angered him so much with your false accusations that he couldn’t even sleep properly.

“Please stop apologizing,” he repeated in a voice so soft that you had to strain your ears to discern his words.

“Tao?” You stepped forward hesitantly and reached out, puzzled.

He recoiled from your outstretched hand, stumbling back.

“I’m sorry.” You saw his lips form the words, but no sound came out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Tao, what’s wrong?” You asked in alarm. He looked like he was about to faint, swaying back and forth unsteadily. He still wouldn’t look at you.


“I cheated.” The words tumbled out of his mouth like rocks.

It took a full minute for your mind to register what he had just said. You blinked.


Tao closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath.

“I cheated,” he repeated.

“No, no, you didn’t!” You said frantically. “I was wrong, I overreacted, everything is fine, it was all me—”

“No, ______, I cheated.” He raised his head, and looked you straight in the eye.

You always knew when he was lying or pulling your leg, and this time, you could tell that he wasn’t. Shocked, dejected tears started to stream down your face as you ascertained that he was telling the truth.

“No,” you said hollowly.

“I’m sorry, ______,” Tao said, bringing a hand up to his face. “I’m so sorry.”

The sadness suddenly turned into rage and burst inside you like a flame. “N-no. Shut up. Don’t say another word,” you said, your voice scarily cool.

“_________, please, I’m sorry. Can we just…talk about this?” Tao asked, his voice cracking with despair.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I told myself that I would trust you from now on, but I guess I was wrong. Get…get out of my sight. Now.” A sob rose out of your throat, but you pressed your lips together and stepped back into the house.

He made as if to move forward and looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off.

Get out of my sight, Tao,“ you snarled.

He stared at you, his dark eyes flitting over your expression, and seeming to understand that this time, it was really over.

He stepped back slowly.

“I’m so sorry, _________,” he said again. He looked like he was going to repeat the sentiment but you closed the door in his face, locking it and then bursting into tears behind the cold barrier.

You slid down the door, unable to keep your composure any longer.

For a long while you allowed sobs to wrack your body as you leaned against the door.

“Th-that asshole. I’m n-never going to be with that ch-cheating bastard again.” The heartbroken promise echoed in the empty house, and you buried your tear-stained face in your arms.

~ 2 years later ~

You walked into the party an hour late.

Your parents had been too enthusiastic in their celebration of your graduation from college that they dragged on the congratulatory dinner for far longer than you thought was necessary, so now you were late to the party that you had actually wanted to go to.

You entered the college party to see that it was in full swing. Music was playing and people were dancing happily, celebrating the end of their school career.

After greeting your friend who was hosting the party and apologizing profoundly, you went to retrieve a drink from the kitchen.

Upon entering the room, you froze in the doorway uncomfortably, surveying the scene in front of you.

Tao was standing at the counter with his back facing you, making himself a drink.

He looked a bit taller, a bit leaner, and a bit more muscular from the last time you had seen him.

You cleared your throat and he spun around.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly, shoving your hands in your pockets.

He looked surprised at your attempt to converse with him. After all, you two haven’t talked for almost two years.

"Hey,” he finally answered lamely.

You hadn’t seen Tao since you had slammed the door in his face that fateful night. You had heard from your friends a year ago that he had started seeing someone else, but hadn’t given it much thought as you were seeing someone at the time as well.

“How have you been?” You asked, trying to keep your nerves out of your voice.

“I’ve been okay,” he answered. “What about you?”

“Fine,” you said simply.

He offered to make you a drink, which you gladly accepted because it meant that his eyes wouldn’t be on you for a while. No matter how uncomfortable they made you feel at the moment, you still loved his beautiful dark eyes, and the way they always seemed to know everything you were thinking.

Tao handed you the drink, and his fingers brushed against yours. You didn’t pull your hand back.

You could feel his gaze on you, but you stared at the drink in your hand and didn’t look up.

For a moment the two of you just stood there in silence, listening to the steady breathing of each other. Your skin tingled from his proximity. It was all too familiar. His appearance. His voice. His scent. Him.

You finally looked up, finding that you had to tilt your head back a little further than before to meet his eyes. He did grow taller.

“You got taller,” you observed, voicing your thoughts as you toyed with the cup in your hands.

“And you’re still so short,” he teased back, bringing a smile to both of your faces.

He was still so easy to talk to, even after the separation of two long years.

“_______, let’s stop this stupid small talk.” he said suddenly, putting down his cup. “Look…I-I still love you. You know that, right? I’ve always loved you, and there will never come a day when I won’t. I was stupid and reckless and a total idiot and I probably still am, but…I need you in my life. Not a day has passed in the last two years where I didn’t think about you. I want you _______. Only you. I miss you so much, ________. Please,” Tao’s voice lowered, and he stepped closer to you, lifting a hand to your face. His touch sent a familiar spark of electricity dancing over your skin, and it almost felt like you were falling in love with him all over again. Except that during the past two years, you had already realized that you were always in love with him. That there was no one else for you, no one else you wanted. Except for him.

“Please,” Tao repeated softly, holding your face in both his hands. “Please, _______, give me another chance. Let me make you mine again. And this time, I won’t let go. Ever.”

You stared at him for a moment, letting the familiar feel of his palm against your skin settle in, before you replied.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Tao,” you finally admitted.

He broke into a grin at your words, his beautiful face ecstatic. You suddenly found his lips against yours, his hands tangled in your hair, and the two of you pressed against each other. You felt your drink slosh against the both of you as he kissed you, but instead of ending the kiss, you simply dropped the cup onto the table at your side and let your hands move to his back.

Through the kiss and his sincere words, you realized just how much you had missed him, and just how glad you were to finally have him back again.

This was a night likely to wear out the exclamation mark key on every phone. A night where all things were expressed in capital letters. EXCITEMENT!! DELIRIUM!! O.M.G!!!
—  The Sydney Morning Herald, talking about 1989 Sydney


This has all happened so fast, but I’m SO FREAKIN’ excited that the unaired Delirium Pilot is going to stream on Hulu for JUST 30 DAYS starting JUNE 20TH!

Here’s the thing guys… I haven’t seen it yet! I don’t want to see it until all the rest of you do, so here’s what I suggest:


Date: Friday, June 20th

Time: 6:30pm EST

Attire: Fancy - Pajamas

Hastag: #DeliriumPilot


Here we go.

The Boys are comin to Europe again…another month of delirium, of applauses and fans excitement.

But most of all…we are waitin for them for 2 amazing shows, 2 unforgettable nights. For someone will be the first time, for others not…but the emotions will be the same for all!

We wanna tell the backstreetboys a big good​ luck, may this be another incredible part of BSB history!


This is me with one of my 16 yr old twin nieces. As a “just because I love you and want you to see Taylor with me” gift, I’m taking the girls and my sister (their Mom) with me to the RALEIGH SHOW!!! It’s a check off my bucket list, TAYLOR, and we are all so BEYOND EXCITED and bordering on delirium. Like me, they love you so much. COUNTDOWN IS ON!!!! 😘😘 JUNE 9 = PARADISE.

the sylph and I

they stand on cliffs
pierced by the moon’s glow - sylphs -

looking down
stretching wings
to advance across
the age of rationalism

daughters of the Persian Peri
licking the analgesic sap of the tree

Sephiroth …

a calculus of levitation - pythagorean -
zodiacal instruments
of the poet

mirthful powers
they manipulate the
emanations of Aquarius .. they come to me

as elemental nomads

in Dreams
of Orchids … fayes and fairies -

dancing to woodland flutes
in the signature of the Larvae …

as tombs
tremens … excite my passion
of herbal
clairvoyance - astral vapours and enchantments -

i behold Her - my pagan muse -
in the tarot cards of the Templars - a mirror -
a secret arcanum;

we are
a swelling
of comradeship
lying in the breadth
of our Vision - the sylph & I -

noumenon and phenomenon

bondage and freedom

at the heart of the thresholds of
Dark Mysteries … at the throne
of epochal events
of self-creation …