the anon that said gwash has "that problem where your pants always rip where your thighs are" is actually partially right, gwash sent an angry letter to his tailor basically saying the pants were not big enough for his thighs ahaha
You sat in the darkness of your room, your eyes swollen shut from crying. There was nothing left, not with him, your best friend. You were there for him through everything, the good and the bad, always by his side no matter the choice he made.
He’s more sensitive than you may ever realize. Be cautious what you say to him. If you insult him, he will never forget that and it will eat away at him. He needs constant reassurance. He needs to be told everyday how much you love him and how much he means to you. And when you think you’ve said it enough for one day, say it again. There are two polar opposite sides to him. One he puts on when he is in a social setting, that’s the boy who is influenced and wild, the poor representation of his true self. The other one he’ll put on when you’re alone. That’s the real him, stripped down and raw. Vulnerable. He’s so afraid to show that side to the world, but I’m still not sure why. If he starts to drift, let him. Sometimes he needs to wander to see what else is out there, but don’t worry he’ll come back to you, he always does. He gets sensitive when he drinks, the alcohol brings out all the feelings his tough guy side is afraid to let go. He might sob in your arms, he might throw a punch at the wall, or he might spill all of his secrets. No matter what happens, just hug him. Wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can and don’t let him go until morning. Let him know your there for him, there with him, that he’s never alone. He is insecure about his appearance and the way he presents himself. Girls drool over him and even though he knows that, he doesn’t always see what everyone else does. So compliment him. Everyday. And if he asks for advice on his outfit, which he will everytime you go out, give your opinion. He will treasure your honesty, most people don’t give that to him. He is afraid of the future, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. He sees his friends have plans and goals and it terrifies him because he doesn’t have a clue, but has too much pride to admit it. So help him, tell him he’s going to do great things over and over until he believes it. Hell, believe it yourself because he will, he already does. When he drunk dials you at 2 in the morning and can’t get home, go pick him up. No matter how mad he made you or how tired you are, go pick him up. He needs you or he’ll drive himself home because he doesn’t think he has anyone else who cares enough. He will always be a child and you’ll have to let him be. And when others criticize him, which I promise you they will, stick up for him. Tell them to shove it because they don’t know the half of him. Tell them they’re wrong because he is worth it. He is going to make mistakes, a lot of them, but he will own up to them everytime. Not always right away, sometimes he’ll run back months later and cry in your arms cause he didn’t say sorry sooner. Know he means it. And last, love him. Open your heart to him and just love him with all you have. He deserves that much.
Wildcat has a tendency to have very heated altercations with Moo about loyalty and jealously- Which is why the two tend to split up often during heists or in HQ- But Our sweet Tyler is smooth and will mend those boo boo’s fairly well.
The reason these fights happen is because Moo is a little too friendly to strangers and certain people in the BBS- Makes wildcat hella Jealous and when he asks Brock about it, the sweet man just brushes it off while with a smile. But they both know that they are meant for eachother.
Brock, during the fight, usually gets extremely upset and hot in the face and tries not to breakdown and cry- Acting as tough as he can until he finally snaps and sobs. Wildcat is a little mad himself to lend a helping hand, so Brock usually lets himself out or runs off.
In the past two weeks, we’ve lost six patients. Unplanned. What I mean from that, I mean deaths with no impetus from hospice.
I was in the room twice when we had code blues. One with a 22 year old, another with a heart failure patient who went into a fib w/ rvr in the 200s.
The 21 year old died. It was the longest code I’ve ever been in. We coded for an hour. He was a sick boy. This kid came in with a blood sugar in the 1000s, his pH was 7.08, his liver was failing, he had an upper GI bleed, his kidneys were shot (pre-renal), and he was in severe sepsis.
We intubated when he came up, and then we placed lines (art and central) and put him on flo-track to get numbers–cardiac numbers like SVR and PAs. So we got them and of course couldn’t get reliable numbers bc one, the central line was through a femoral central line, and two, we all know that femoral central lines won’t read CVPs accurately.
So this was around 3am. Fast forward to 7pm when I get to my unit after a restful four hours of rest. I look at his monitor, his HR was in the 170s, on three pressors (Levo, neo, vaso), his central got replaced for a dialysis cath, CRRT ready to be started, and five family and friends at the bedside with ~30 others in the small 20 by 15 ft waiting room.
I clock in early with my orientee and we go into the room to introduce ourselves. We didn’t get report yet, and we were just assessing everything, looking at his chart in the room. I see his art line waveform start to dampen. I press the BP button, throw some gloves on and feel for a pulse.
NO PULSE, CODE BLUE I yell. My orientee grabs the crash cart, the bed flattens down and I start compressions.
We go for an hour.
One hour, compressions, pulse checks, multiple rounds of epi, multiple rounds of bicarb, three shocks, sore muscles, limited number of compressors, crying family members, 50 people on our floor, family standing from afar, sitting everywhere.
time of death, 2016.
There were at least 100-150 people who came to see this kid that night. It was a parade of them. All very nice people. People of the south Asian Christian community. A text message had went out to the whole Chicago Indian community about this kid. It was beautiful. But it was tragic. Feeling that warmth and closeness of the community tore at my heart. I felt for those people. His mother. His brother. His elders. I sobbed in the stairwell. It was a tough…
But life goes on. Not for this kid. He’s probably dancing in paradise somewhere. Probably drinking a beer with some other kids that were taken too soon. No more suffering for him.
The team work on that floor was amazing. All of us new nurses. But with more experience. Me, 4 years. My charge 3 years, two just right out of orientation. It felt cohesive. It felt right, and we did our best.
Nursing. What a brutal profession. But we came to this profession for a reason.
He’s more sensitive than you may ever realize. Be cautious what you say to him. If you insult him, he will never forget that and it will eat away at him.
He needs constant reassurance. He needs to be told everyday how much you love him and how much he means to you. And when you think you’ve said it enough for one day, say it again.
There are two polar opposite sides to him. One he puts on when he is in a social setting, that’s the boy who is influenced and wild, the poor representation of his true self. The other one he’ll put on when you’re alone. That’s the real him, stripped down and raw. Vulnerable. He’s so afraid to show that side to the world, but I’m still not sure why.
If he starts to drift, let him. Sometimes he needs to wander to see what else is out there, but don’t worry he’ll come back to you, he always does.
He gets sensitive when he drinks, the alcohol brings out all the feelings his tough guy side is afraid to let go. He might sob in your arms, he might throw a punch at the wall, or he might spill all of his secrets. No matter what happens, just hug him. Wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can and don’t let him go until morning. Let him know your there for him, there with him, that he’s never alone.
He is insecure about his appearance and the way he presents himself. Girls drool over him and even though he knows that, he doesn’t always see what everyone else does. So compliment him. Everyday. And if he asks for advice on his outfit, which he will everytime you go out, give your opinion. He will treasure your honesty, most people don’t give that to him.
He is afraid of the future, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. He sees his friends have plans and goals and it terrifies him because he doesn’t have a clue, but has too much pride to admit it. So help him, tell him he’s going to do great things over and over until he believes it. Hell, believe it yourself because he will, he already does.
When he drunk dials you at 2 in the morning and can’t get home, go pick him up. No matter how mad he made you or how tired you are, go pick him up. He needs you or he’ll drive himself home because he doesn’t think he has anyone else who cares enough.
He will always be a child and you’ll have to let him be. And when others criticize him, which I promise you they will, stick up for him. Tell them to shove it because they don’t know the half of him. Tell them they’re wrong because he is worth it.
He is going to make mistakes, a lot of them, but he will own up to them everytime. Not always right away, sometimes he’ll run back months later and cry in your arms cause he didn’t say sorry sooner. Know he means it.
And last, love him. Open your heart to him and just love him with all you have. He deserves that much.
“Y’know, folks, if someday, someone had told me I’d be standing here proposing a toast at my great nephew’s wedding, I would’ve said, “Wait? Dipper? Somebody actually wants to MARRY him? Who’d he manage to sucker into that? And I thought I was a con artist!” AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Er… But I’m kidding. Mostly.”
“The thing is my great nephew has grown into a great man and certainly a better man than I ever was. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and I don’t think he’s ever really lost sight of what’s important in life. Through it all, through all of his many accomplishments and his many, many, oh so many failures - Ha ha, I’m kidding again, Dipper, quit giving me that look - he’s proven time after time that nothing matters more than the people he cares about. So, y’know, maybe I don’t think Dipper’s lucky to have found someone to settle down with. Maybe, y’know, it’s natural and expected. I’m really glad Dipper’s a part of my family, and I know anyone else would be glad to have him be a part of their family, too.”
Stan took a gulp from his wine glass. “Heh, I’m not really used to being sappy for this long, especially at a wedding. Y’know, I STILL think marriage is terrible. But I think Dipper can make it work. I think really all I want to say is… Dipper, I’m proud of you, and I hope that as you start this new chapter in your life, you’ll find all the happiness this world can possibly give you. I, uh, mean that. From the bottom of my heart.”
“I’m, uh, not crying. You’re all crying. That’s just how good I am at making these toasts. I, uh, I’m gonna need some of that cake now. And more alcohol!”
Imagine: Freaking out when you lose Cato in the arena.
asleep next to Cato, trying to enjoy the little time you had left together.
Your hand are pressed to his rock hard chest and his muscular arms are wrapped
around tightly, even though your death is just around the corner, you feel at
peace as you drift off.
You look around, before pushing past a few trees,
that’s when you see him, Cato, and the huge boy from District 11 is holding a
machete to his throat.
You call out, turning both of their attention towards you.
“You’re gonna enjoy this sweetheart,” The boy whispers. As
soon as he says this, he slashes the machete across Cato’s throat.
You scream. Louder than you’ve ever screamed before.
You jolt awake, calling out for Cato. You feel yourself relax
as you realize that it was just a dream. The sun is just rising and you turn wake
Cato up. Shit, he’s gone.
quickly get to your feet, “Cato! Cato?”
rush up to your remaining allies, Clove and Marvel, shaking them awake, your
voice trembling, “Guys C-Cato is…”
What are you trying to say Y/N?” Clove asks, her voice groggy.
“He’s gone! Cato’s gone!” You heart begins to
sink, you’ve been in the arena for a week and he hasn’t disappeared like this, ever, the dream you had doesn’t help
do you mean he’s gone? Where would he go?” Marvel asks.
I knew, do you think I’d be freaking out?!”
Y/N, he probably just heard something and went to go check it out, he’ll come
back soon,” Clove says, trying to calm you down.
think we should go look for him,” You say assertively.
think she’s right,” Marvel agrees.
three of you push past the trees trying to figure out where Cato could have
gone. You suddenly hear a manly groan, the three of you all exchange a worried
glance, that sound was all too familiar. Cato.
Your stomach drops and you feel like you’re going to be sick as you run towards
the sound of the groan. You are stopped by the sound of a cannon going off, you
fall to your knees. No way, no fucking
way, Cato can’t be dead, he can’t. You try to convince yourself that
everything is okay as tears stream down your face, Clove shakes you out of your
trance and you grip her arm as a sob escapes your mouth. You’ve acted so damn
tough ever since the reaping, you’ve acted like nothing affected you, as if you
didn’t care whether you live or die; but now, Cato was dead, and every bit of
emotion that you had been holding back poured out.
Snap out of it, it may not have been him!” Marvel says.
go!” You say angrily through sobs, “Leave me alone! J-just leave.”
sigh before backing off, you lean up against a tree, holding your knees against
your body, feeling empty. You shut your eyes, soon enough you hear footsteps, and
you feel the person stop in front of you. You sigh without looking up, “Just
kill me. I’m done fighting back, kill me. Make it fast and make it easy please.”
not going to kill you Y/N.”
shoot your head up, “Cato?! What the fuck?! How the fuck are you alive?”
never died sweetheart, I heard sounds around our camp in the morning, so I went
to check it out, and I ended up killing the guy, that’s why you heard the
cannon go off. Marvel and Clove caught up to me and told me what happened.” You
look up to him, feeling relieved and angry at the same time, “I’m so sorry
babe, I didn’t really think it through before I went after the guy.”
of responding you just wrap your arms around him and let yourself melt into
him, “I’m scared to lose you Cato.”
know, Y/N, but let’s not think of that right now,” He says before pulling you
in for a passionate kiss.
Harry and Y/N have been flirting every time they run into each other at the farmers market. She’s the girl who delivers the flowers and he’s the one who enjoys fresh produce. It isnt until she gets stuck in the mud during a delivery that they finally tell each othe how they feel.
Y/N walks into the flower shop with an irritable mood due to tossing and turning all night, thinking about that stupid Styles. Not to mention those flower pots she broke. She has no time to adjust. Her sister is looking at her with a disgusting sweet look and it tips her off, “What? What do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver these little bushes and stuff to the east end after you drop these off at Tilly’s. Someone ordered them but doesn’t have a car.”
Y/N groans and looks at the clock, “But I don’t have a car, I have a bike with a cart.”
IT’S 7AM AND I JUST WOKE UP AND THE FIRS TTHING I THOUGHT OF WERE SOME MORE TANANOYA HEADCANONS:
OKAY LISTEN UP Y’ALL HEADCANONS FOR THEM AS CHILDREN OKAY fuckiitty fukc:
Tanaka is playing in the sandpit or something while Saeko plays on the playground nearby, watching her baby brother
suddenly out of nowhere a tuft of hair and a tiny smol child attached to said hair rolls onto the sand and somersaults over tanaka’s sandcastle, spraying sand everywhere and taanka is LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MY SANDCASTLE IS RUINED YOU DIPSHIT
and the smol boy’s eyes widen in fear but then he cracks into a grin and says “THAT WAS MY ROLLLING THUNDER WHAT DO YOU THINK OF IT?!?!?!” and he looks up hopefully at Tanaka’s face with the biggest, sweetest, most hopeful eyes and Tanaka can’t help but smile back and he’s like “yYOoooOOO THAT WASSO COOL DUDE, I’M RYUU BY THE WAY”
Saeko comes running over bc she’s worried that Ryuu is gonna beat up this tiny child but then she sees them laughing and having fun together, building sandcastles and burying each other in the sand and she smiles to herself because her baby bro has a new friend
They go on playdates together, and Saeko makes them PB&J sandwiches
They end up going to the same primary school, and have been glued to the hip since then, and Saeko now supervises them at scary movies and allows them to play her MA15+ video games
but they had to go to different middle schools/junior high because Nishinoya’s parents moved to a different city -sobs-
Junior high was tough for both of them; they both picked up volleyball, and they both talked about it, but it wasn’t quite the same, and they both kinda became busy with their own lives as teenagers do, you know, but every time Tanaka would log on Skype and hope that Noya’s name would come up, Noya would either be having dinner or “doing homework” or at volley practice, and every time Noya tried to Skype, Tanaka would either be helping Saeko clean up or at volley practice and they just constantly missed each other
AND THEN ONE FATEFUL DAY AT THE OPEN DAY AT KARASUNO HIGH
Tanaka is walking around the school with Saeko, saying how awesome he thinks it is, he hopes to make new friends, etc,eetc, and he goes and checks out the volleyball club, and as soon as he steps into the gymnasium he hears a very familiar yell of “RYUUUUUUU!!” AND someone who’s like a whole foot shorter than him comes and tackles him furiously to the ground
“NOYA-SAAAAN~!!” tanaka screams and the whole gymnasium just stops and stares at them and Saeko ain’t even stopping them bc she’s wrapped a friendly arm around Noya and planted a huge kiss on his forehead because she’s so happy to see him again and she’s all “YUU-CHAN!!!” and Noya’s all “SAEKO-NEEEEESAN!!!” and it’s just very LOUD and the principal has to come over and ask them to leave the gymnasium
Request: Hey darling can you do a happy imagine where you are pregnant and get kidnapped and lose the baby
You were getting ready to go to the dinner at Gemma’s to so you and Happy could announce your pregnancy. You’ve been pregnant for about a month and a half. Happy was a private man and you were surprised that he agreed to let you and Gemma plan a dinner to announce it. He knew how excited you were and though he didn’t show it you knew he was excited too so this dinner was important to the both of you.
You had just finished putting on your dress after getting out of the shower when you heard the door open.
“You’re home early, Hap.” You smiled and walked out of your room. No one answered so you walked toward your living room. “Happy?”
You gasped, seeing the unfamiliar men in your living room. You tried to run to your room to get to your gun but you were grabbed from behind. You managed to fight and kick enough to turn around and try to push him off. You clawed him pretty bad in the chest and it pulled his shirt apart revealing a swastika tattoo.
Shit. Nords. You thought. You kneed him in the crotch as hard as you could and saw him crumble to the ground. You started running again but didn’t get too far after one of the other nords grabbed you. You fought but were thrown against the wall and you blacked out.
It was dark by the time Happy pulled up to your house. He was late because of club business so the dinner had been pushed back later. He tried to call you to tell you but you didn’t pick up. He figured that you were still getting ready so he just headed over to your house when he was finished with the club.
When he parked his bike he noticed your door was open. His heart stopped and he ran inside your house.
“Y/n!” Happy shouted searching the house. “Y/n!” You weren’t in the house but pictures on the wall had been knocked off. There had obviously been a struggle. He panicked, his heart racing, and ran back out to his bike. He was about to call Jax when his phone rang.
Chuckie had seen a van pull up as he was closing up TM. He was about to walk over to ask them what they wanted when they drove away. After they drove off he noticed something on the ground that wasn’t there before. As he got closer he noticed it was a person. He ran up and recognized it was you. You groaned and looked up at Chuckie.
Usually, Chuckie would have known better to call an ambulance when the club was involved but you looked really bad, so he did anyway. Then immediately after he called Happy, hoping that he wouldn’t kill the messenger.
You had woken up somewhere dark to men beating you. They kicked and hit you while you screamed and cried. You tried to fight back but there were too many of them. Eventually, another hit landed on your head, knocking you out again.
You woke up again in extreme pain in the back of a van. You felt the van stop and one of the nords leaned down next to your ear.
“Hey,” He shoved you and you winced sharply. “Good you’re awake. I’ve got a message for you to deliver to your boy. Don’t mess with the nords.” Then he pushed you out of the van.
You had never thought you’d be so happy to see Chuckie when you looked up once the van had driven away. You passed back out as he called Happy.
“What?!” Happy snapped after Chuckie had told him that you had been dumped in the TM parking lot.
“You should meet her at St. Thomas. It’s bad. I called an ambulance and-” Chuckie stopped when he realized Happy had hung up on him. He called Jax to catch him up, knowing that Happy would go immediately to the hospital to see you.
Happy walked into your hospital room not only to find you badly beaten, bruised, and weeping. He quickly walked up to you.
“Hey, hey, baby girl. It’s alright.” He pulled you to his chest and held you. “I’m here now, you’re safe. It’s going to be okay.”
“No, Happy, it’s not going to be okay.” You said bitterly. He looked at you confused and you continued. “They killed our baby, Hap. The nords fucking killed our baby.”
Suddenly, you were sobbing even harder. Happy was a tough man, it took a lot to hit him this hard. At first he was shocked, it was so early in your pregnancy he hadn’t realized how much his child had really meant to him yet. He should have been more watchful over the two of you once he had found out. He felt like this was his fault. His shock was soon replaced with anger. He was livid and he held you tighter to him as you broke down.
He was going to find the nords and hurt them. Happy wasn’t going to give them luxury of a quick death, no, he was going to make them really suffer. By the time he was going to be done with them they would be beyond wanting death, they would be wishing they’d never been born. But he wasn’t going to do that now. Right now you needed him and, honestly, he needed you too.
Luke knew that parenthood was never going to be easy when his girlfriend left him standing in the delivery ward with their baby clasped in his hands. his 5 year old daughter striking up a feud with the son of a coldly beautiful single mum was not a complication he had anticipated though. nor was falling in love with her.
You can’t be late. You can’t be late. You can’t be late. The three words repeated over and over in Luke’s head like a mantra. He was driving to watch Luna perform in the school orchestra and he had exactly 6 minutes and 21 seconds to get there.
‘Shit!’ he swore, resting his head on the wheel as he came to a stop at yet another red light. There were a lot of benefits to being a freelance photographer but clear set working hours was not one of them. And when the bride you were meant to be photographing had a breakdown on her big day because she had a fight with her maid of honour, you couldn’t really tell her to pull herself together because you needed to go and watch your daughter play the recorder. Or was it the violin?
'Shit.’ Luke groaned again. 'I’m a terrible dad.’ he said to himself, noting he now had 5 minutes and 43 seconds to get to school. Luckily the light changed green and he was on his way again. He didn’t even bother with trying to find a space this time, driving past the full parking lot and leaving his car on the edge of the playing field instead.
'Mr Hemmings! Mr Hemmings you can’t park there!’ he heard a voice call out behind him.
'Sorry, I have a concert to get to!’ he called back to the unfortunate parking attendant as he jogged towards the doors. The sound of instruments being inexpertly tuned filled his ears as he found his way to the auditorium, taking one of only two seats left in the back row.
'Thank you all very much for coming today to the annual Rydell Elementary School concert.’ Headmistress Turner addressed the assembled parents. 'First we have Mr Ellis’ kindergarten class performing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’
Luke settled back in his seat with a sigh of relief as he waited for Luna’s class to come on stage, applauding with maybe a little bit more enthusiasm than necessary when the kindergarteners finished their out of tune rendition.
'Wasn’t that lovely?’ Mrs Turner beamed with only a slight wince in her voice. 'Now we have Miss Adams first grade class performing Amazing Grace.’
Luckily Luke was able to see above the heads of the other parents to watch Luna walk on stage with her violin clasped in her hands. He watched her scan the room in search of him and then her face light up with delight when she noticed him waving at her. She waved back, turning to stick her tongue out at the boy behind her. The boy Luke suddenly realised, was Sampson. Luke then watched in horror as the boy shoved Luna, causing her to trip backwards and knock down the girl walking in front of her.
'Ow!’ the girl wailed, kicking out at Luna who also fell to the floor.
'Children!’ Miss Adams called as Luna sprang back up to hit Sampson with her violin. 'Children please!’ she called again as all around her tiny bodies were pushed into chairs or fell down onto violins and the room filled with the sound of crying.
'Holy fuck.’ Luke heard behind him, looking round to see Y/N standing in the doorway with a hand clasped to her mouth.