exsanguine

Normal ask meme

Nothing odd here, just some normal asks.

1. Where did you hide the body?

2. Favorite rock?

3. Worst dream you ever had?

4. Answer this with a lyric from the first song that comes to your mind

5. Does blood make you uncomfortable?

6. Even numbers or Odd numbers?

7. Something you hate that you love?

8. The first initial of someone you hate?

9. Make up an Acrostic for the word “Exsanguinate”

10. Do you enjoy corndogs?

11. Favorite movie from the year 2005?

12. Least favorite music genre?

13. Have any terrible restaurant experiences?

14. Three things that you would never want to come near you?

15. What is the worst way for you to die? (In your opinion)

16. any unsual habits?

17. One emoji that you probably have never used?

18. Write a three sentence horror story about a gatorade bottle.

19. Do you know what old bay is?

20. Can you dance?

21. What first comes to mind when you see rope?

22. Make an obscure reference

23. What is your favorite color for a balloon?

24. If you were ever to got court, would you most likely be innocent or guilty?

25. Are you hungry?

26. Do you have an unlucky number?

27. What does “JMD” stand for?

28. Random Inside joke?

29. What sends chills up your spine?

30. How many questions are currently in your inbox?

31. Someone (real) who scares you? 

32. Run or Hide?

33. Who is the last person who made you angry?

34. What’s going on in your head?

35. One little thing that makes you smile?

36. Are you a decisive person?

37. Would people describe you as a paranoid person?

38. What store would you be the least likely to be found in?

39. Do you like hats? If so, what’s your favorite type?

40. Bowties or Ties?

41. Who?

42. What?

43. Where?

44. When?

45. Why?

46. How?

47. Do you collect anything?

48. What time is it?

49. Favorite mode of transportation?

50. Would you ever kill someone to save someone else?

51. Make a joke

52. .eserver ni gnihtemos etirW

53. Would your dash be considered SFW?

54. Do you like to cuddle?

55. What makes you angry?

56. How many voices are in your head?

57. Do you consider yourself mentally stable?

58. Are you easily offended?

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets?

60. Any questions you want people to ask you?

Multiple bite marks on the neck of an 85-year-old woman in a fatal pit bull attack. The daughter of the victim indicated that the dog was provoked previously by the victim. Death was attributed to exsanguination due to the neck blood vessels’ laceration subsequent to the dog bite. 

Note the “V”-shaped holes with irregular and wrinkled borders.

Free to Be You and Me - Part 1

Word Count: 3411

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN Typical Violence 

A/N: Sorry this took forever. I hope to get back into it more regularly soon. I can’t really make any promises. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated

Series Rewrite Masterlist


The vibrating of your phone on the bedside table pulled you from a deep sleep and you gently detangled Dean’s limbs from around you to reach it. Squinting against the light from the screen, you saw it was Sam and slipped out of bed, going outside to answer. “Sam? It’s late, are you ok?”

“Hey, yeah. I’m sorry. You were asleep.” Sam chuckled. “I forgot we might not be in the same time zone.”

“I was awake, Sam. It’s fine.”

“You weren’t. I can tell. You got that…sleep voice of yours going on.”

“Sleep voice?” You giggled. “What does that even mean, Samuel?”

“It’s kinda gravely, like you’ve been chain smoking for about 60 years.” He joked.

“Shut up.” You snapped. “Yes. I was asleep, alright? We’re hunting vamps. And I’ve been having lots and lots of sex with your brother so I’m exhausted. What’s up? Why are you calling so late?”

“TMI, Y/N/N. Way TMI.” Sam groaned. “Anyway, I called because…have you…are you having weird dreams again?”

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devotion

the way you touch me is historically inaccurate
exsanguine battles on the neutral ground of shared doctrine

[there is safety in numbers]

but modern warfare has drones & cctv
even you want your fifteen seconds of fame

media doesn’t bleed—it prepares the way
for the brittleness of old bones and memories

are the trenches too deep
[yes]

withdrawal was not an option—back then
and armistice never breached the barrow
occupied by forlorn hope

EDH Deck Tech: Gisa & Geralf

[you can see every deck tech here]

Hello & welcome to this weekly deck tech! This week we’re shambling into EDH for a very spooky deck: Gisa & Geralf.

Since I talked about Merfolk, Goblins, Humans & Elves already, the only major tribe missing was Zombies; while there is some zombie decks floating around in Modern & Standard, they are often subpar and so different from each other that doing a deck tech about them would feel weird. EDH on the other hand is where zombies thrive, where they can roam free and use their full potential. The new addition of Gisa & Geralf with Eldritch Moon just gave zombies the commander they needed & deserved. Let’s jump right into it.

Oh Lord!

Let’s start big and cut straight to the chase: Lords. Zombies have access to plenty of good lords to pump them up & give them really nice utility. Cards like Metallic Mimic, Cemetery Reaper, Undead Warchief, Lord of the Undead, Zombie Master, Death Baron, Mikaeus the Unhallowed, Risen Executioner, Door of Destinies, Coat of Arms, Urza’s Incubator, Obelisk of Urd & Graf Harvest. With those cards your zombies will be bigger, badder & meaner.

Zombie Harvesting

Now that you’ve got some Lords to pump up your nice little decaying buddies, you need more ways to generate as many zombies as possible, as quickly as possible. Zombies are extremely good at overwhelming a board via tokens. You’ve got plenty to choose from, with cards like Diregraf Colossus, Army of the Damned, Ghoulcaller Gisa, Grave Titan, Stitcher Geralf, Noosegraf Mob, Rite of Replication, Undead Alchemist, Liliana’s Reaver, Havengul Runebinder, Kalitas Traitor of Ghet, Empty the Pits, Dark Salvation, Dread Summons, From Under the Floorboards & Moan of the Unhallowed. Just try to swarm your opponent with some 2/2s (that tend to be bigger, but whatever) and unless they have board wipes, there’s not much they can do about it.

Cycling Zombies

A good thing with Black decks is that most of the time if you don’t need something on the spot you can just discard it to get something else & just bring it back later if needed. You have a few nice cards that play with a discard synergy like Crypt Breaker, Forgotten Creation (which I always forget exists…), Ancient Excavation, Geralf’s Masterpiece, Advanced Stitchwing, & Grimoire of the Dead (which can be an amazing game ender); or cards that feed your graveyard straight from the library like Corpse Connoisseur, Entomb, Buried Alive, Geralf’s Mindcrusher, Epiphany at the Drownyard, Fact or Fiction & Forbidden Alchemy. Just fuel your graveyard while getting some card advantage.

Recycling Zombies

Since you’re already fueling your graveyard with zombies from your hand library, why not use the ones on the field as well? Keep the tokens & the lords, get rid of the rest! Or you can also get rid of your tokens, it’s all up to you. You have some great cards that benefit from sacrificing cards; stuff like Grimgrin Corpse-Born, Sidisi Undead Vizier, Corpse Harvester, Corpse Augur, Scourge of Nel Toth, Stronghold Assassin, Nantuko Husk, Carrion Feeder, Eliminate the Competition, Grave Pact & Dictate of Erebos. Just sacrifice those zombies and be rewarded by great value and a lot of pain in your opponent’s eyes.

Bring Out Your Dead

So now that your graveyard is filled with goodies and the board filled with more goodies, what are you going to do? Just bring back the sleeping zombies from your graveyard to join the party! You have so many options (we’ve seen Grimoire of the Dead just a second ago) with cards like Gravecrawler, Prized Amalgam, Relentless Dead, Havengul Lich, Magus of the Will, Yawgmoth’s Will, Geth Lord of the Vault, Gravespawn Sovereign, Phyrexian Delver, Possessed Scaab, Fatestitcher, Sheoldread Whispering One, Gravedigger, Ghoulraiser, Cruel Revival, Victimize, Living Death, Living End, Ever After, Dread Return, Rise from the Dark Realms, Ghoulcaller’s Chant, Dread Slaver, Rise from the Grave, Cemetery Recruitment, Patriarch’s Bidding, Reanimate, Beacon of the Unrest, Nim Deathmantle, Whip of Erebos & Animate Dead. Use your graveyard as another resource! Oh, and try getting some huge zombies while the graveyards are full, like Soulless One, Unbreathing Horde, Liliana’s Elite & Wight of Precinct Six.

Zombie Food

There is no way around it, you need to deal with cards. Every deck needs some removal and this one is no different. Here are some good options to consider: Fleshbag Marauder, Yahenni’s Expertise, Fatal Push, Noxious Ghoul, Custodi Lich, Skinrender, Vengeful Pharaoh, Cyclonic Rift, Sudden Spoiling, Doom Blade, Hero’s Downfall, Decree of Pain, Tragic Slip, Life’s Finale, Damnation, Call to the Grave & Black Sun’s Zenith. To be honest you have access to way more but it’s really up to personal preferences.

Slow Zombies, Fast Mana

Little know fact, black has access to quite a bit of mana acceleration; you just have to know where to look! You can play stuff like any mana rocks, Ashnod’s Altar, Phyrexian Altar, Sol Ring, Cabal Coffers, Nykthos Shrine to Nyx, Phyrexian Tower, Magus of the Coffers, Crypt Ghast & Songs of the Damned. Ramp up and swarm your opponents with zombies!

Vampire Zombies

Weirdly enough, zombies have a tendency to drain life out of your opponents. Odd, yet very reliable win condition! Cards like Lich Lord of Unx, Vengeful Dead, Shepherd of Rot, Geralf’s Messenger, Gempalm Polluter, Raging Dead (not really draining, but it deals quite a chunk of damage), Exsanguinate & Foul-Tongue Shriek. It’s not a lot, but just with a few of these cards you can finish off a game quite easily.

Dawn of the Dead

Now that we’ve seen the pillars of the deck, let’s see how to take this overboard & really make sure that the zombies take control of everything. Obviously Rooftop Storm is pretty much a game ender, but other cards like Liliana the Last Hope, Liliana of the Dark Realms, Liliana Vess & Liliana Heretical Healer are all amazing cards that will help close the game. You have also access to amazing card advantage to really take the game away from people like Phyrexian Arena, Necropotence & Graveborn Muse.

Wrap-Up

That’s it for this week! I hope you guys enjoyed this deck tech as much as I did. If I missed anything let me know. I’ll see you guys next week for a Standard deck tech.

anonymous asked:

What scenarios constitute an absolute emergency to you? The other day we had an owner call saying their dog was lethargic and had vomited that morning. They could only come in that afternoon so we waited. When the dog arrived it's gums were grey and it's abdomen was tight as a drum. Radiograph revealed a bloat and we had the dog in surgery in a matter of minutes. Luckily it survived but I think we all wished we had pressed for more information on the dog earlier. Other emergencies to me (1/2)

(2/2) include a male animal straining to urinate that may be blocked (we mainly see cats with this issue), any obvious ingestion of a toxin, any issues with dystocia, profuse bloody vomiting/diarrhea, sudden onset of multiple seizures or uncontrollable seizures, extreme fever, labored or troubled breathing. I know in the typical hectic day at a clinic it’s hard to get all the info we need but I feel that some scenarios warrant an immediate visit! Any others that you would include? Thanks!

It can be really difficult to triage appropriately over the phone, because owners don’t always know what they’re looking at, and may inadvertently give you the wrong information. For example, I’ve recently had a German Shepherd patient who was ‘lethargic this morning’ at 9am when they called, but exsanguinating due to a bleeding tumor in her abdomen at lunchtime when they arrived. Another common one is owners mistaking their male cats for being constipated, when really they have a urethral blockage and can’t urinate.

So I can give you a very broad list, but as a general rule if the owner really has a feeling that something is wrong, they’re better off coming into the clinic and being triaged than over the phone. Also, if the condition changes in any way, if the pet seems worse, bring them in sooner rather than later.

Reasons to come in ASAP

  • Male animal straining to urinate or attempting to toilet frequently
  • Attempting to vomit with nothing coming out
  • Active bleeding
  • Seizure lasting more than 2 minutes (if in doubt, just come in)
  • Multiple shorter seizures within last 24 hour period
  • Known or suspected toxin ingestion
  • Foreign object (eg string, corn cob) ingestion within last hour
  • Blood from anywhere
  • Bloated abdomen
  • Rapid respiratory rate
  • abnormal breathing pattern
  • cats that are open mouth panting
  • Collapse
  • Inability to walk
  • Coughing up fluid, different to vomiting
  • Acute distress
  • Found tick or known contact with venomous animal
  • Known trauma, eg hit by car

Reasons to come in the next few hours

  • Eye trauma or pain
  • Female animal straining to urinate or attempting to toilet frequently
  • Dried blood, no active bleeding
  • Vomiting food or fluid
  • Single leg lameness
  • More than one episode of diarrhea
  • The owner is unsure but thinks something is ‘not quite right’.

That list will expand the more time you spend in practice and the more cases you see. I’m sure I’ve left things off, because I don’t really work off lists in this situation. I just hear the symptom or concern explained, and go “yeah, that sounds bad. Come here now.”

You’re never wrong to come to a vet clinic sooner rather than later, so I always err on the side of caution.

As I often say, I’d rather deal with paranoia than regret any day.

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Favorite world-building elements: Realistic depiction of trauma

One of the things that makes Fury Road so immersive is the way it presents the result of violence. Unlike movies in which characters shrug off what in the real world would be horrific injuries*, the inhabitants of the Wasteland experience the full effect of the bad things that happen to them.

Some examples:

  • Angharad’s graze wound. When Max shoots The Splendid Angharad in the leg, we see a close-up of the injury. When Furiosa asks her how it feels, she says, “It hurts,” and it apparently is a factor in her subsequently slipping from the war rig and being crushed. In the world of Fury Road, even a relatively minor injury can have severe consequences.
  • Avoidance of gratuitous on-screen gore. At the same time, the film avoids depicting injuries just to be shocking. When Angharad is dying and Immortan Joe orders her cut open to try to save the fetus, we see the scene unfold – but we don’t see the actual procedure. The movie only shows enough for us to understand what’s happening. That restraint reflects a maturity in how the film approaches trauma that contrasts with the adolescent gross-out porn of other action movies.
  • Realistic emotional responses. The inhabitants of the Wasteland carry both literal and figurative scars of past experiences. Angharad has a history of self-harm. Max exhibits a degree of PTSD that leaves him unable to speak. I ship Max/Furiosa, and there’s a side of me that wants to believe there were sexy fun times in the back of the war rig during that one chance Nux and Capable had, but I appreciate that the film respects its characters and what they’ve been through enough not to force them into emotionally false situations.
  • Furiosa’s chest wound. When Furiosa is stabbed with the gear-shift dagger, we see the pain of it in her face. Especially given how stoic she’s been up to this point, the increasingly desperate look in her eyes during subsequent events shows the effect it is having on her. Unlike less-realistic movies, where such an injury might lead to a) a quick clichéd death scene with a few coughs of blood, an exhortation or two, and boom, dead, or conversely b) lots of ass-kicking followed by a wince and some light-hearted banter in the denouement, Furiosa’s injury follows a steady and clinically realistic progression through increasing distress and eventual loss of breath function due to tension pneumothorax. That the true emotional climax of the movie centers on an act of healing, as Max decompresses her chest and then treats her subsequent exsanguination with a transfusion of his own blood, is a beautiful inversion of action-movie tropes.

George Miller financed the original Mad Max with his earnings as an ER doctor, and made the movie in part to explore the effects of trauma on people who encounter lots of it. Although he hasn’t worked as a physician in many years, his experience and willingness to hold the movie to a high standard adds greatly to the believability of Fury Road.

*No disrespect to Holy Grail. That shit’s hilarious.

What if Hannah's alive? (Theory for Season 2)

So everyone has been talking about Netflix’s new original series Thirteen Reasons Why based off of Jay Asher’s bestselling book of the same name. Now a lot of people are coming out with their own theories on how the series could continue since we are left with an open ending with Clay and Tony driving off after skipping class with Skye and Tony’s boyfriend, Brad. 

There have been several theories circulating around like how the lawsuit will play out, Jessica’s rape going to trial, etc. But questions still remain like: who got shot, why does Justin need all that money AND a gun? Is Tyler going to become outcast turned school shooter? This show basically covers a lot of social conversations that need to be addressed, from bullying to mental illness, domestic violence, rape, gun control, gun violence, the list goes on people. 

Something I feel some people may have missed: since we’re preoccupied with the ending cause holy shit there’s a lot of guns suddenly in this show and someone got shot! I feel this distracts us from something that may lead to a great storyline for a (possible) season 2. 

Now for those of you familiar with the original novel, you know that at the end of 2016 going into 2017 Jay Asher released the Special Edition: 10th Anniversary version of Thirteen Reasons Why. Not just some marketing ploy but at the end of the book it includes the original ending Asher thought. 2017 version begins where we left off: Clay at school the day after sending the tapes. As seen throughout the series, Clay stares at Hannah’s locker. In this case,Clay is  standing in front of Hannah’s memoriam of a locker when he’s told Hannah actually survived and is recovering in the hospital in a psychiatric unit where she’s getting the help she needs.

Now the major difference in the book vs. the series (besides a more intense and in depth storyline between Hannah and Clay) they changed how Hannah would die. Hannah instead of OD-ing on pills (which since her parents own a pharmacy I feel that would’ve worked the same but whatever), she slits her wrist. 

Okay so I’m a nursing/pre-med student so I’m like a stickler for medical accuracy. Generally it takes a person to bleed out from a major artery (e.g. carotid artery in your neck). Hannah having slit her wrists (i.e. the radial artery) it actually takes longer when you factor in certain details, like blood pressure, depth of cut, temperature of her environment. Now you see Hannah later slumped over in the tub presumably dead and the water has overflowed the tub that the water spills into the hall. Standard bath tubs hold 30-50 gallons of water and takes about 10-15 to reach maximum capacity to which it begins overflowing. Because of the chemical structure of water, water tends to retain it’s surface area so let’s estimate Hannah was in the bathtub approx. 30-60 minutes. Now here’s the catch: unless you bleed out from a major artery, your body is amazing since it’s goal is to maintain homeostasis (balance of internal mechanisms like body temperature and heart rate), it literally does anything to keep you alive. Before the body gives up (i.e. brain death), your body will keep you alive for as long as possible as it goes into what I’d call “panic mode”: your body goes into shock and you become unconscious to ensure the body doesn’t exert all it’s energy. Think of it as your natural survival mechanism is acting on energy saver mode. And even in the event of brain death or complete exsanguination, there have been cases of medical miracles where people are revived and survive. These cases range from major car accidents to suicide.

How this ties in: Hannah’s mom, Olivia finds Hannah slumped over in the tub, this could mean either: (a) Hannah is dead or (b) Hannah is just unconscious barely holding onto life. The lawsuit the Bakers are filing (since you can make a lawsuit for literally anything these days–note: reasons why we can’t have nice things) could be neglect and extreme emotional distressed caused by Hannah’s (attempted(?)) suicide; if Hannah is alive, this means they could sue the school to cover medical expenses for Hannah’s hospital stay. Since the series doesn’t give us a definitive answer of whether or not Hannah is dead, it’s just hinted (i.e. there’s no funeral service for Hannah); which means Hannah may or may not be dead. Hannah is basically Schrödinger’s cat: she could be alive, she could be dead, this is all dependent on how the producers plan on making season 2, so stay tuned!

Why it’s important: I love this book, this series, and I’m just a sucker for happy endings. Now in the new revised 2017 edition with the original ending, no one knows until last minute that Hannah is still alive– not even Tony. The Bakers kept it a big secret, and if you incorporate this into the series plot line, it would make sense why: to build a better case. The only reason Clay finds out is through news from Courtney Crimsen tells him (*this could be edited to Jessica tells him in the beginning of season 2). Many people like the original ending, it creates conversation about teenage suicide and noticing the warning signs and how bullying often contributes to a person’s suicide. But I think having Hannah survive sends an even bigger message. It shows recovery, redemption, renewal, rebirth. Hannah would get a second chance, Clay can love Hannah. Season 2 (and/or 3) could follow how Hannah is adjusting to surviving her suicide and how she can help others with her story.

Fix You - Chapter Four

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together.~

Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel

2,266 Words

Warnings: Ouchies, Angst, Crying, the same

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five

Chapter Four- Coming Around:


Deciding to remember was one thing. Actually doing it was another.

You spent your days running through the Bunker, touching everything, picking up random objects, turning doorknobs, doing anything you could think of to trigger another memory. Sure, a few things came back, but it was stupid stuff that you didn’t think you needed. Trips to the grocery store, every cold you’d suffered for the last three years, nights lying awake staring at various ceilings, gallons of beer and whiskey complete with their accompanying hangovers.

One morning while brushing your teeth, you sparked back to every motel bathroom you’d ever stayed in. The thought grossed you out so much you spent an extra half hour in the shower trying to scrub away the memory of filthy sheets and stained towels.

While helping Dean check the oil on the Impala, you got hit with every turn you’d ever had at the wheel, which amazingly was quite a few, and you opened your eyes to find yourself crouched on the floor of the garage, cradled in Dean’s strong arms. It seemed the more memory got crammed into your head, the harder it got; the pain grew worse with each remembrance and you found yourself almost scared after a while to touch or do anything. But you had to press on, you had to figure things out; you had to get Dean back.

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animalia paradoxa

Prompt: Admiration
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 4569
Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Hunter Husbands, Case Fic, Minor Instance of Body Horror, Mild Sexual Content

SummaryDean has a long and complicated history with the concept of Cas and hunting. It freaks him out and turns him on in equal measure. Cas is tactical and quick, no doubt one of the best hunters Dean’s ever seen. It’s no surprise; once upon time Cas ruled over heaven and commanded garrisons. But now he’s wearing second-hand flannel and holey socks like the rest of them. And while Dean admires his hunting skills, that doesn’t stop him worrying. (Read on AO3)

Dean can hardly keep his focus on the drive back, eyes darting from the road to the passenger seat. Anxious for the touch of Cas’ skin against his.

He and Cas have been doing this thing for a couple months, ever since their little prison break. Turns out 6 weeks of isolation really makes you take stock of all the shit you never said to certain trench-coat toting angels. Go figure. It was difficult at first, knowing that Cas had traded in his wings in return for their release. God knows Dean’s fit to bursting with guilt over that one. But if he ever needed a sign to let him know that Cas felt the same way, him giving up Heaven for them was the neon billboard Dean had been looking for. It was the easiest thing in the world to finally tell Cas he wanted more.

Things between them haven’t been all smooth sailing, but with the Men of Letters off their backs, Sam a free man, and Cas by his side every night, the past couple of months probably constitute the best of Dean’s life.

 The only trouble is - hunting? Not exactly easy-going on new relationships. Not a lot of time for pizza dates and movie nights. The most romantic thing Dean and Cas have done so far is take a fishing trip. One that was interrupted by a splash in the water that turned out to be a Kelpie. The kiss Dean was leaning in for was swiftly halted by Cas running to the car to grab a handful of silver bullets and his .44 Mag.

Watching Cas gun down a giant water spirit with his precision shot may have been hot as hell, but the resulting blue-hued blood spatter was something of a mood-killer.

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Imagine fainting after testifying in court for Barba

Imagine fainting after testifying in court for Barba

You were embarrassed to tell anyone.

You were too embarrassed and too stubborn to admit it to anyone.

It was a normal night. You took that that walk every single day. The only outlier was that you were tired. It had been a long day at the precinct and you weren’t as alert as usual. It was outside your apartment. You lived in a nice area and maybe you took that for granted.

They pulled you into an ally. Their were three of them. Probably teenagers. They shoved you against the wall. Demanding your wallet and pulling out a knife. You were slightly winded but when you saw the flash of the knife you snapped. You suddenly became alert and actually realised what was going on but by that time you were too late to stop what was coming.

You flashed your gun and attempted to tackle the knife out of the boys hand. You struggled with him while the other two ran off. In a final shove he got you on the right side of your torso before running off screaming something about cops being pigs.

Steadying yourself against the wall you examined the damage. Blood was gushing out of the wound. Clutching your side you hurried into your apartment being careful to hide your discomfort and the blood so not to arouse suspicion from your neighbours. Throwing yourself into your apartment and taking off your shirt. You applied pressure and then cleaned it off in the shower. Examining it you decided that it wasn’t that deep and stitched it up yourself. Which in hindsight wasn’t the smartest decision you’d ever made. You made the decision based on the emergency medical training course you did when you were in high school but you were stubborn. You wrapped it up and took an Advil slightly hoping that the pain would subside before work.

At work the next day you wore a loose fitting shirt so no one would see the bandage you had on. The pain in your side was sharp and relentless but you’d be damned if you didn’t act if everything was fine. You fooled everyone but the pain had made you forget that you were due in court that afternoon as a witness for a case you had closed a few weeks ago. Liv had to remind you

“Y/L/N, what are you still doing here?” Liv asked walking out of her office and spotting you.

“Working?” you replied unsure turning your chair as slow as possible.

“Don’t you have you have court in an hour?” she asked.

You sighed heavily, “I completely forgot.”

You gathered up your things as quick and unsuccessfully as painlessly as possible. You hurried to the courthouse in your car the sting of the pain getting more and more unbearable.

When you finally got the courthouse, you were sweating, breathing heavily and slightly cursing the courthouse for having so many steps. Barba had come to greet you and unlike your other colleges who you had easily fooled you suspected that he might notice something was off especially in your current state.

“What happened to you? You look like hell.” he asked looking up from his phone and raising an eyebrow as you walked up to him.

“What do you expect? I live there.” you attempted to joke.

You and Barba had that sort of relationship. You made jokes at each others expense but worked well together. You talked about yourselves but nothing too serious. You had your moments together. You liked him a lot but you’s never say anything in fear you’d be shot down because he most likely only saw you as friend.

“And was the long trip the reason why you’re late?” he probed as you two began walking to court.

“Mmm.” you winced taking a heavy step in an attempt to keep of with him.

You chatted complacently to him as you walked to the witness area of the courthouse. When you arrived you went to say goodbye and turned away from him when he grabbed your hand.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked examining your face and staring directly into your eyes.

“Yeah.” you answered trying to be as convincing as possible,flashing a smile.

“Y/N. You can’t fool me. I know you too well and not to mention I spot lies for a living.” he said clearly not believing you.

“Barba, I’m fine.I’ll admit I’m not feeling too great. I think I’m coming down with something.” you offered hoping he would buy it.

“We’ll talk about this later.” he said still not taking your word for it but he had to leave as the trial was starting.

You watched him go and then sat down heavily. The pain in your side was growing and you started to see double. Time seemed to speed up as you were called to the stand in what felt like almost instantaneously. You dragged yourself to the door before taking a large breath and straightening up for the best performance of your life.

You don’t remember walking in or sitting down. All you remember is seeing everyone stare at you,watching you. You remember Barba asking you question which you answered just like you practiced a few days earlier. You remember answering but you couldn’t see anything. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to focus but in was just blurry. The cross was the worst. You had to formulate answers and try to be convincing but all you wanted to do was shut your eyes and sleep. When the judge told you to step down his voice seemed louder than usual, you went to stand up and something snapped. You became unsteady and your eyes shut. You heard someone shouting your name and felt your head smacking against the floor.

When you woke up you heard a loud beeping in your ear which made you wince audibly. You opened your eyes to an excruciatingly bland room. A room that you’d never seen before. You went to sit up alarmed.

“You shouldn’t move. You’ll tear your stitches…again.” A voice rang out from beside you.

You leaned yourself back down and turned to see Barba sitting beside you reading the paper.

“Where are we?” you asked stupidly.

“The hospital, obviously.” he answered rolling his eyes.

“Why?” you asked not remembering at that point what had happened.

“Well to put it bluntly your stupid decision came back and bit you in the ass. Though the damage to anyone or anything besides yourself was minimal. I still won the case so you shouldn’t feel too bad.” he replied bluntly.

“Huh?” you questioned still not gaging what he was saying.

“Do you not remember getting stabbed on Monday night?” he asked finally putting his paper down to look at you.

“Rafael…” you began.

“No. No. Don’t you remember getting stabbed in the ally by your building after an attempted robbery? Don’t you remember making the idiotic decision to not go the hospital? Stitching yourself up. Going to work, to court, testifying while you were bleeding internally. Don’t you remember?” he accused fiercely.

“I…” you attempted to answer.

“No. You probably don’t remember. Most likely because you got a concussion after you smacked your head against the courtroom floor.” he answered for you.
You shook your head slowly before looking back up again.

“Why are you so angry?” you spat out.

“Why am I angry?” he repeated, “Maybe because you almost died because you were too stubborn to ask help. The doctors said if we hadn’t gotten you to the hospital when we did you would have died within twenty-four hours. Exsanguination.”

“I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t think it was that bad. I thought I would be okay.” you admitted.

“Of course you did. That botched stitching was evidence of that.” he scowled.

“How do you know all this? How did you know what happened” you questioned.

“Well after you were rushed here and the doctors actually told us what had happened. Your colleagues, remember them, did their jobs, and saw what happened to you on a security camera. They found the boys loitering nearby. Apparently they had been doing it for months all over the area. The only differences is that you were the only one of their victims who didn’t report it.” he explained still angry.

“I was going to investigate after I felt better. I wasn’t planning on just letting it go.” you informed.

“Oh a detective work from beyond the grave. What a pioneer. Sounds like a movie. Maybe you can act in it from the beyond the grave too.” he joked spitefully.

“What do you want from me?” you asked starting to get angry yourself.

“I want you to understand what you did. You almost died. What would have happened if you had? What would have happened to your brother? Your nephew? Did you think of them at all?” He ranted standing up in frustration.

“I told you. I didn’t think it was that bad. What’s really wrong with you, Barba? I’ve never seen this angry and you get angry a lot!“you badgered trying to defuse the situation.

“You don’t understand.” he said beginning to pace the bed at the foot of the hospital bed.

“Then explain it to me.” you pleaded.

“I wasn’t fast enough. I knew something was wrong with when you didn’t say how ugly my tie was like you always do. I wanted to believe that you were okay like you were saying but I knew you weren’t. Even on the stand you weren’t looking at me like you usually do. Pulling faces so you can make me smile when things aren’t going well. You were just staring blankly asking questions like a robot. And then you stood up and you fell.I was too slow to catch you or help you or anything. You were bleeding because your stitches broke but I din’t know that then. You were just laying their and you weren’t waking up. And then you stopped breathing…I thought that I…had lost you. And I don’t know what I would have done if that had happened.” he admitted leaning against the railing at the foot of your bed staring right into your eyes.

You looked into his eyes. They were filled with pain and sadness. You hated seeing him so upset especially because you were the reason.

“I’m so sorry. I promise to try and not get stabbed again but if I do or I’m in any other sort of trouble, I’ll call you but obviously not past eleven because I know you get cranky when you don’t get your sleep.” you apologised.

He chuckled at you, shaking his head.

“Come here Barba. You look like a sad puppy and I love puppies. Can’t bear to see them upset.” You said raising your arms gesturing for a hug.

He circled the bed and held you getting tangled in your hair. He held on murmuring something into your ear. You heard exactly what he said.

“Me too.” you smiled as you clung on tighter.

Nobody (Part 6)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Mentions of torture, detailed injuries, cursing

Words: 2709

A/N: Photos/gifs aren’t mine.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky didn’t know for how long he’d let the scalding water pelt his head and back but it didn’t matter; he didn’t feel any better.  Every time he closed his eyes he saw a broken creature crying out for him with tear stained cheeks.  And he had just let her be taken away.  Of course he knew that Dr Cho and her team were only going to help her, but she didn’t know that.  She had fought tooth and nail to get away from them, to get to him, and he just stood there.  

Bucky’s metal fist collided with the tile wall, leaving a large crater, and sending broken tile and bits of plaster into the tub.  “Fuck,” he groaned turning off the shower.  Explaining that to Tony would be fun.  He trudged angrily back into his room and threw on a clean t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans.  As he stuffed his feet into a pair of old work boots a knock sounded at the door. “Yeah?”

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March 16th, or the day on which Bella nearly dies

In which book, you ask? Two of them!

In 2005, in Twilight, Bella is tricked by James into meeting him at her old dance studio.

In an effort to torment Edward, he videotapes himself torturing Bella. (Because he’s just a swell guy like that.) Then as he goes in for the kill, Bella feebly raises a hand to ward him off.

And he somehow is warded off, despite his vampire speed and strength, and bites her wrist instead? By accident?? Because surely he didn’t intend to bite her there, did he? Wouldn’t it take a really long time to exsanguinate someone through the wrist?

I don’t know. Maybe he just likes to savor his food as opposed to gorging himself. I would have thought the latter would be more his style.

Fortunately, Edward comes and saves her. Twice, really, since he stops James from killing her and then sucks his nasty venom out before she starts transforming into a vampire.

Bella would have preferred to be saved from James and not from vampirism, but Edward is firmly in the HUMAN BELLA 4EVAH!! camp. ;)

Then in 2006 on this same date, Bella goes cliff diving. Victoria is also in the water, perhaps hoping to save Bella from drowning so she can kill her personally, but much to her dismay her prey is rescued by one of the stinky wolves.

Oh well, she always has her back-up plan. Out of control newborn army, here she comes!

Also on this day in 2006: Leah transforms into a wolf, the horror of which is magnified 1000-fold when the shock causes her father, Harry, to have a heart attack (and her little brother to also transform). Jake and Bella almost kiss later that day (boo hiss). And Alice, thinking that Bella is dead, returns to Forks to help Charlie through it. (That’s one thing I really wish was in the movies– Alice and Charlie’s relationship.)

(And ha! I’ve caught up!)

 

The Chupacabra has been variously described as a dog-like creature with long canine teeth. It was first spotted in Puerto Rico in the 1990’s, and has since been sighted in the Americas and Mexico. Sometimes witnesses report that the animal has a kangaroo like gait. Its name is derived from the Spanish words for “goat sucker”. This refers to its horrifying ability to creep into livestock farms at night, and literally suck the blood of animals until they die. Obviously the similarity to vampire lore and the possibility of the animal attacking humans, lead to panic in communities. What is this weird cryptid? Is it really a new animal or, as has been suggested, some kind of starved mutated coyote. Alleged Chupacabra carcasses have been found and examined, with no real conclusions arrived at. Reports of exsanguinated livestock corpses, however, appear to have increased in recent times. Many farmers have adopted armed night time watches hoping to kill this weird predator, before it eventually becomes bolder.

Who shot who?

Cassie Bernall was shot once in the right side of the head - the shot also hit one of her fingers. She was shot with pump shotgun pellets by Eric Harris. The head injury was fatal. She died in the library.

Steven Curnow was shot once through the right shoulder and neck with a pump slug by Eric. He died in the library.

Corey Depooter was shot once in the left shoulder with a 9mm bullet from the TEC-9 by Dylan.
Corey Depooter was shot three times in the neck, back, and arm with 9mm bullets from the Hi-Point by Eric. The wounds Eric inflicted were fatal. He died in the library.

Kelly Fleming was shot once in the lower back with pump shotgun pellets by Eric. She died in the library.

Matt Kechter was shot once in the left shoulder with a double barrel slug that went through his neck, lung, and right arm by Dylan. He died in the library.

Daniel Mauser was grazed behind the ear, and shot in the nose with a 9mm bullet that went through his neck, from the Hi-Point fired by Eric. He died in the library.

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anonymous asked:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh absolutely no pressure but please write a part 2!!!!!!! The priest AU is killing meeeeee I love it

HELLO ANON, turns out this got WAY longer than I meant, and there is now a part 3,which is going to be the NSFW part. uh, pretty much a lot. sorry in advance, again. So, here is: The Gang Gets Exorcised, Part 2

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max vs. tropes for men in action

This is the third in a series of posts about Mad Max: Fury Road. All contain spoilers.

Read Part 1, a general review of the movie, here.

Read part 2, about Furiosa, here.

My last post, about Furiosa and how she’s different from so many women in action films, is kinda blowing up right now–which I think just proves my point about how hungry people are for a diversity of female characters.

But Mad Max: Fury Road is not just filled with awesome women. It treats its male characters in ways that I think can only be seen as deliberate attempts to undermine what we expect a male hero in an action movie to be and do.

Talking about tropes is a little different when you’re talking about the overrepresented group. The most basic trope for men in any genre of film is universality. Men–in the US, specifically white men–are the default protagonist. Men can be and do pretty much anything on film. Female characters, because there are fewer of them, are much more likely to be carrying the impossible weight of trying to represent everything about their gender, instead of just being characters with one of many possible stories.

Of course, within the action genre, there are certain expectations for the male hero. On the surface, Max seems to meet all of them. He’s buff and gruff–he barely says two words for the first thirty minutes or so of the movie. Physically, he’s the textbook picture of scruffy action masculinity.

I’ve got a cheekbone scrape to show I’ve been in a fight and also draw your attention to my eyes. Is it working?

But here’s where things get interesting. Because while Max may look like your typical action hero, most of what he does in the plot of the film is anything but.

The first sequence of an action movie is often a piece of action that may be only marginally related to the main plot, but shows the hero’s competence, skill and bravery, and primes the audience for the kind of action that’s going to come.

Think of the beginning of any James Bond movie ever. Or this:

Max definitely gets a propulsive action sequence at the beginning of Fury Road. But it’s the exact opposite of Indy sliding under the stone slab with a second left to grab his whip. Before the opening credits even roll, Max is chased down, crashes his car, is taken prisoner, tries to escape and fails.

Opening shot. I’m so alone.

The whole sequence that serves as Max’s character introduction is about how isolated, traumatized, vulnerable and trapped he is. He’s mute and feral, tormented by hallucinations of dead loved ones he couldn’t save, and outnumbered in the tunnels of the Citadel by manic War Boys. He immediately fails at the basic measures of competence in this world–escape from danger by fighting and driving–and is captured and enslaved.

He’s an animal in a cage, bound, muzzled, leashed and hung upside down (Max spends some key moments upside down in this movie) to be slowly exsanguinated. It’s the most un-heroic character introduction you can imagine taking place in this world.

Okay, this is definitely worse than being alone.

In the early parts of the movie, George Miller makes sure that some of the iconic symbols of Max’s power and identity from earlier films get taken away or fail him. His Interceptor winds up in the War Boys’ chop shop in the first ten minutes. When Max happens across a sawed-off shotgun very much like the one you might remember from earlier installments of the franchise…

…it doesn’t work. Max is even stripped of his signature leather jacket, although he eventually gets it back.

Worst day ever.

Furiosa gets a much more classical hero’s introduction. In a fantastically economical sequence, the film introduces her–mysterious but clearly respected and powerful, first fully seen behind the wheel–along with her antagonist Immortan Joe, and the War Rig itself, the truck that functions as both a character and a key location in the movie. We also learn important information about the ideology and physical layout of the Citadel; this is basically all the time the movie spends on exposition.

Structurally, Furiosa’s actions do the lion’s share of the work of driving the plot forward. A screenplay is built around a character pursuing a goal despite obstacles. Furiosa’s goal is obvious–escape to the Green Place with the Five Wives. She is the reason we’re watching this moment as a movie, as opposed to all the other days when she went on normal, non-movie-worthy supply runs to Gas Town and back. On this day, she makes a choice that sets in motion the action of the film.

Max enters Furiosa’s story not as a savior, but as an antagonist. He’s an obstacle in her path, stealing her truck and shooting at the people she’s trying to protect, waving a gun around, reacting not out of confidence or power but because he is scared and hurt and desperate, capable of thinking only of his own survival.

Furiosa–who’s as smart and strategic as she is skilled and brave–realizes that she can turn Max into an ally if she calms him down and helps him, and that having him as a member of her team is more useful than simply waiting to shank him when his guard is down. She offers him concrete aid (a tool to remove the muzzle from his face) and a powerful measure of trust (the secret code to start the War Rig) when he’s done nothing to deserve it. It works, and she essentially wins him to her side through de-escalation. And so Max becomes not the initiator of the main action, but an antecedent to Furiosa’s plan, already in motion.

And it turns out that they fight incredibly well together, as we see during the Rock Riders’ attack. Max drives, but Furiosa knows to use the truck’s plow to put out an engine fire with sand. Max reloads weapons for her and hands them up while she picks off attackers through the retractable roof of the truck. At one moment, he fires a pistol between her legs as she’s balanced on the seat and the dashboard, and neither one of them misses a beat. It’s Max’s first action sequence that feels classically heroic, and if we’re still unsure, the soaring music cue tells us so. We finally see Max’s full fighting potential–not as a lone warrior, but as part of a team.

Throughout most of the rest of the movie, Max and Furiosa share the main action beats equally. They’re pursued by three warlords: the Bullet Farmer, the People Eater, and Immortan Joe. They take down the Bullet Farmer together. Furiosa blinds him with an expert long shot steadied on Max’s shoulder, and Max skulks off into the darkness to blow up his car, in what would presumably be a major action sequence in most movies but doesn’t even merit screen time in Fury Road.

I’ve already talked about this moment. A lot.

In the final, monster chase-battle that takes up most of the third act, Max goes after a secondary henchman, the People Eater, while Furiosa–gravely wounded at this point–attacks and kills Joe. We know this is the only way it can happen if she is to have a satisfying character arc, defending her team of warriors and getting the revenge she has wanted since childhood. Meanwhile Nux, who’s grown up wanting nothing more than martyrdom in battle, gets exactly that, but for the cause of revolution instead of tyranny. For his self-sacrifice he earns the privilege of driving the War Rig, the film’s hero vehicle, into a kamikaze crash that will ensure the safe passage of the rest of the team.

If the action is being driven by Furiosa’s choices, it’s worth asking why Max is there at all. And here is where Fury Road does us one better than just replacing a lone male hero with a lone female one.

Fury Road is a dual protagonist narrative. Max isn’t there just as a supporting character. But because Furiosa’s storyline does so much of the heavy lifting in terms of moving the plot along, Max is freed up to have a story that’s mostly about his feelings.

Of course, he does plenty of fighting–everyone fights in this world. But the main change his character undergoes from the beginning of the movie to the end is emotional. For Max, the movie is about re-learning trust and solidarity and the value of human connection, even if all those things carry the risk of grief.

In a world full of violent death, Max has shut himself off from caring about anyone and anything but his own survival, because that seems less painful. But it’s not. He’s plagued by trauma and guilt, which manifests itself in hallucinations of people he’s seen die. In the first act of the movie, these visions are a constant presence. They impede his progress at critical moments, punishing him for past failures he can’t undo.

Over the course of the second act, when Max is around people he learns he can trust, his flashbacks mostly disappear. He still has nightmares–this isn’t trauma that’s going to be healed overnight. But he has someone to tell him it’s okay when he jolts awake, someone we know is just as capable of protecting him as he is of protecting anyone. For the first time in a long time, he’s not alone, and that starts to matter to him.

As soon as Max separates from Furiosa and the other women, the visions reappear. But this time, they urge him forward, back into an alliance with Furiosa. They even save his life in battle. They serve a different purpose when he has something worth staying alive for.

In this context, Max riding up with a plan to capture the Citadel feels much less like a stereotypical action-hero-to-the-rescue moment, and much more like someone who’s realized they’d rather die fighting alongside people they care about than survive alone. He’s not doing it out of a chivalrous, self-sacrificing desire to help them. He’s doing it to heal himself.

This is also why the scenes of Max trying to save Furiosa’s life at the end of the film are so powerful. Healing and caretaking are often the provenance of women in the action realm, where taking care of wounds is a substitute for, or a prelude to, other forms of intimacy.

Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese, The Terminator

Matt Murdock and Claire Temple, Marvel’s Daredevil

The scenes of Max taking care of Furiosa are not just impactful because they’re a reversal of this trope. They are the culmination of Max’s entire journey over the course of the film. He cares enough not just to pump his own blood into Furiosa’s body, but to invest new levels of trust into their relationship (finally telling her his name) even thought he knows she might die. He’s decided the connection is worth the risk.

It’s not totally clear where Max is headed as we fade out on the movie’s final scene. But the last time we see him, he’s not alone.