this lovely human was high af on wisdom teeth meds and forgot to hit anon 😂😂 so i am keeping their identity a secret (per their request haha) but i hope this is kind of what you’re looking for, my friend!! rest up and take care! 💜💜
At Coors Field during a 9-7 Colorado victory over the Braves, Troy Tulowitzki turns the 13th unassisted triple play in big league history. With the base runners on first and second on the move in the top of the seventh, Rockies shortstop Tulowitzki catches Chipper Jones’ line drive (1), steps on second to retire Kelly Johnson (2), and then tags Edgar Renteria (3), who stops short of second.
For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.
I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could
fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none
of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where
they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword
drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same
moment I hit the ground.
Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he
collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still
hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the
rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is
torn in a few places.
I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and
cautiously step closer.
There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving.
I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible
through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my
distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.
There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be
struggling to breathe.
Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s
unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back
towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to
figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact
possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I
try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back
on the bed.
I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his
shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts
and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks
pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead.
There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t
know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death,
and realising how close you are to losing him.)
I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over
and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his
voice actor: *says something the fanbase doesnt agree with* fanbase: well nothing the voice actors say is canon and we should disregard it completely because i dont like it voice actor: *says something the fanbase does agree with* fanbase: SEE NOW ITS COMPLETELY 100% CANON AND IF YOU DISAGREE YOURE A DEMON AND I HATE YOU
It’s that perfect time of the year when the snow still lays thick but the sun comes out in the day and the skies are clear blue. The ice on the lakes is still thick and the layer of snow is hardened enough for long walks across the surface. It doesn’t get fully dark at midnight and the stars are still out and you can hear the ice sing as the temperature changes and makes it shift and split, slowly. You see the last beautiful displays of northern lights before the summer months of midnight sun. The white swans arrive with songs and dancing, patiently waiting for the thaw and making due with what food they can find in the small open pockets of rivers and creaks. It’s such a peaceful time.