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barcaatthemoon · 1 month

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be like water || fridlona rolfo x reader ||

you try to pull away from frido when your feelings become too much to handle.

you didn't think it was possible for you to be so stupid. there had never been a doubt in your mind about following frido and ingrid from wolfsburg to barcelona. they were your best friends, and it made ingrid feel a lot better if she was close enough to really look out for you. what you couldn't believe was how quickly you managed to fall for frido once mapi came into the picture.

in all actuality, you had always had feelings for frido. she was kind, caring, and gorgeous. however, she had always ever spoken about boyfriends. you knew that didn't mean your crush was completely hopeless, but you also had trouble imagining a reality where frido liked you back.

you could think of a million reasons why frido wouldn't have felt the same way about you. there would always be so many things standing in the way of your happy ending. you were fairly certain that frido was straight since she had never shown an interest in any of your other teammates before. if it wasn't that, then the age gap was sure to get you. you had been barely 18 whenever the two of you had met, and it didn't help that ingrid had introduced you as "the baby" of the norweigan team.

'baby norway' was what they had been calling you since your call up to the national team at the tender age of 15. you had been a super sub back then, but it had only taken you a year and a half to become a consistent starter. you'd been blessed with practically no injuries, none that required rehab or surgeries at the very least. however, all of that came crashing down around you at barcelona.

it had started with a little tweak of your ankle during practice. frido cursed herself for not noticing it earlier whenever you went down at the next game. you knew that it wasn't her fault, you had already begun to pull away from her. still, she sat with you in the trainer's room while it got checked out.

"frido, you don't have to stay here," you told her. ingrid was out on the pitch and mapi was sitting in the stands with the rest of the injured players. you had hoped that frido would have stayed on the pitch, but instead, she had been insistent on coming with you. it was hard for you to avoid your feelings whenever frido openly showed how much she cared for you.

"jona has already subbed me off. am i just supposed to leave you here all by yourself?" frido asked you. you opened your mouth to tell her that was exactly what she should do, but she cut you off first. "don't be ridiculous. you and ingrid were there for me whenever i got hurt. i want to be here for you too."

"frido, please. this is the last thing that i need right now. just, go take a shower and calm down," you said. frido couldn't come up with a reason to argue with you, so she reluctantly left you in the trainer's room. once she was gone, you laid back and took a deep breath. it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest once she was gone, only to be replaced by guilt clawing its way through your throat. frido just wanted to be there for you, but you couldn't get over your stupid feelings for her long enough to let her.

…

"so, tell me again why i'm the one picking you up from the hospital when i know for a fact that frido asked to do this?" ingrid asked you. she had been around countless times when frido offered to take care of you or escort you from appointment to appointment.

"we haven't gotten to spend much time together lately, and i missed you, that's all." it wasn't a complete lie, but ingrid knew that it wasn't the whole truth either. she pulled down a side street and turned her car off. you couldn't get out on your own, so the two of you were trapped there until ingrid got the truth out of you.

"did something happen between the two of you?" ingrid asked. you shook your head as you pulled your good leg up into the seat in front of you. you rested your head against your knee to keep it turned away from ingrid. "you still love her, don't you?"

"of course i love her, she's my best friend. i came all the way from germany for her, ingrid. i just didn't know that i couldn't be around her alone," you confessed. ingrid paused as she took in your words. you had always been adamant that you came for both of your friends, even if ingrid knew otherwise. she knew all about the secret feelings you kept for frido, just like she knew how conflicted frido felt about you.

"mapi is going to kill me for this, but i want you to stay with me for the next week or so, okay? neither frido nor i want you to be alone, but i won't force you to stay with her if you can't handle it," ingrid told you. you thanked her quietly as she started the car up again and drove off towards her apartment.

she didn't tell you about frido already being at your place. ingrid didn't tell you a lot of things, just like she didn't tell frido anything either. she kept both of your secrets until one of you were ready to come out with it. she wanted to help you desperately, but knew that it wasn't her place to put it all out in the open.

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"i don't get it. did i do something?" frido was practically tearing her hair out as she sat on the couch next to ingrid and aitana. your stay with mapi and ingrid had ended over a week ago, but you were still dodging all of frido's texts and calls.

"it's not you, i promise," ingrid reassured the older woman. "the baby just has some things to work out, that's all. this is a difficult time for her, she's going through a lot."

"but why is she pushing me away? i could help her, but she won't let me." tears sprung to frido's eyes. you had always seemed closer with ingrid because of your shared nationality, but it had never been an issue for frido before. "i need a minute."

"frido, wait!" ingrid shouted. frido was standing, but she didn't make a move to leave her place. "let me drive you to (y/n)'s. i think you two realy need to talk."

"she doesn't want anything to do with me. i'm not you, it's okay," frido said. ingrid sighed and pulled frido outside. the drive from your place was pretty short, usually just a ten minute walk.

ingrid felt bad about blindsiding you, but this conversation couldn't wait any longer. both you and frido were tearing yourselves apart trying to navigate feelings and your friendship. ingrid knew how easy it could be for both of you, and that was all she wanted. she just wanted her friends to be happy, even if the thought of making a move terrified the both of them.

you hadn't expected any visitors, so ingrid and frido's arrival had taken you by surprise. ingrid shoving frido through your front door and closing it for you was an even bigger one. ingrid knew practically everything, and yet, here she was forcing you to be alone with the person who had been giving you so much grief for the past few months.

"i think we need to talk, but i don't know what to say to you," you told frido. you hobbled over to your couch and sat down. frido just stood in front of you and paced around your living room. "fridolina, calm down."

"no, i can't. i am sick and tired of being calm about this. you've got me worried sick. i care about you so much, and i want to help you through whatever this is, but you won't let me. i know that i'm not ingrid, and i'm sorry, but fuck! let me help you." frido's voice grew as she spoke, but she never really got close to shouting at you. "talk to me, please. i miss the way things were in germany, it felt so much easier back then."

"trust me, it was never any easier. we just weren't alone back then like we are now," you told her. frido glanced down at you, a look of confusion on her face. "i don't want you to be ingrid, frido. i love you for you, and that's the problem."

"your problem is that you love me?" frido asked you. you nodded, unable to look up and meet her gaze. you kept your eyes down as you felt her approach you. the couch dipped down as frido sat down next to you. you shuddered when her arm wrapped around you, even though you had been craving her affection since you started to distance yourself. "look at me, (y/n), please."

"i can't," you whispered. frido sighed as she pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead. "i can't do this. i have to talk to jona. i have to go back to wolfsburg or just somewhere else."

"don't run away from your feelings. just look at me, please," frido pleaded with you. she was on the verge of getting on her knees and begging you to look at her. you didn't know why, but something in her voice compelled you to go against your instincts.

your eyes met tearful blue ones, and you nearly broke because of it. frido gently caressed your cheek, rubbing her thumb along your cheekbone as she stared at you. there was no disgust or pity in frido's eyes, which caught you by surprise. all you could see was relief. your friendship didn't implode on the spot because of your admission, which filled you with a relief that you couldn't even begin to describe.

"i love you too," frido told you. she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against yours. her eyes flicked down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes again. "can i kiss you?"

frido barely managed to finish her sentence before you were lurching forward. she caught your body in her arms, allowing for you to practically lay on top of her as the two of your lips met in a passionate kiss. frido began to push you back a bit to catch her breath. you let out a whine as her lips moved off of yours.

"i've wanted this for so long that i don't ever want to stop," you said quietly. frido smiled as she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "i thought you'd hate me if i told you how i felt. i had tried for so long to be cool and casual, but i couldn't. the more time we spent here without ingrid, the harder it became."

"i wish that you had told me how you felt, but i am not sure that i would have accepted it at first. i think we were both going through something, but that's over now. we have each other, and if you're willing to give me a chance, i'd like to see where this goes." frido's words made your heart swell a little with happiness. it was an odd feeling, finally having your feelings reciprocated. you didn't know what to do with yourself. you didn't know where things were going, but you hoped that they flowed as easily and naturally as your friendship with her had.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #frido rolfo imagine #frido rolfo x reader #fridolina rolfo imagine #fridolina rolfo x reader

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beatrixstonehill2 · 6 months

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Alice confidently took the pad her father handed her. "Go on, you're due for a new upgrade, sweetie."

"Again already?" You could hear her getting tired of constant enhancements. "These options are all so gigantic!"

"I know, pumpkin, your insurance switched to that new company, remember I texted you? They focus on more experimental surgeries."

"Daddy, my boobs are going to pop if you put these things in me! Look at these things, they're bigger than beach balls. 'Rupture Max Saline Expanders, designed with thrill in mind. Treat your wife or daughter or best employee to our biggest implant yet, designed to look as heavy and round and fake as possible, telling everyone who sees them that the special girl in your life doesn't have breasts, she has luxury play-things to maximize male pleasure. Rupture Max Implants are easy to replace and designed to burst at the height of pleasure and pressure, whether during bondage or just a stern groping, your special someone will know any time, anywhere, her new gifts might burst, whether from being a bit too close on a crowded subway, or being crammed into a busy elevator. You'll get to see her sweat, knowing her new play things are as massive as they are fragile."

"Well, er.... that could be fun, right?"

"Daddy, I'm a yoga instructor, I have to lie on my chest constantly."

"Oh well, it sounds like it'll just be an exciting quirk of your new tits. Like I told you, these upgrade programs are the cheapest way for girls to afford big breasts. I think it's mostly been a plus, don't you?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "I was a B-Cup, and just wanted to go to a full D. Not I'm a LL."

"And soon you'll be a SS-Cup or bigger! What's the harm? Massive breasts suit you."

"You think so, Daddy? I do kind of like the attention, even if getting groped in public constantly does get old.... You really think I'll look good with these? I'm kind of nervous about them bursting."

Her dad took the tablet, scrolling down. "Oh, look, this is what happens when they burst."

He handed her the tablet back, showing a video of a gorgeous young blonde with the giant Rupture Max implants in. She smiled big, putting up two peace signs as a couple muscular guys with baseball bats gave her tits a few good whacks. A loud popping sound happening, and her left breast went from big and full and round, to saggy, drooping to her knee, full of saline. She spun, smiling, flaunting her saggy udder, placing her hands on her hips, pouting at the men with the bats. They took the hint and gave her other implant a couple more whacks. It burst, drooping like her other breast. She jumped up and down, causing them to swing and smack together, looking like a pair of extremely saggy natural breasts.

Alice's eyes widened. She blushed, scrolling back up. "You, um, wouldn't mind if I selected the biggest option, right daddy?"

"Not at all, pumpkin."

"Replacements are free..... I think we're going to have a lot of fun together with these.... if you don't mind popping your daughter's boobs in public for fun."

"Sounds like the best gift a dad could ask for."

#fake breasts #enormous breasts #be #breast expansion

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yukitonz · 10 months

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Michael Afton designs. Cause- I can ✌️ also apologies on any mess-ups to the games. I don't really care about the new stuff tbh, haven't been in this Fandom for years, am relying on theory videos- and headcannons. So yeah, cool Afton designs is what I mean.

1st design- Teenage design. I don't have a very inparticular age? But around 14-16. Also- he's very mature for his age, and is one of those guys that are like "wtf? How are you not an adult?" But, I headcannon he was actually the one who you play as in FNAF 4. I heard it from my sibling- and loved the damn idea that it was his own nightmares because of what happened to his brother- especially given the context of the game. William basically left him since he hated him, and was forced into a hell like FNAF 4. Also in the bottom image- he's supposed to look ghost like. Never goes outside, stays in his room an anxious mess.

Design 2- (I meant Fredbear in the art lol.) Anyway, this design is supposed to look like William around the time of the bite of 83' but ofc ofc still Michael. Michael is okay. But, this is the extra night of FNAF 2 when the main security guard leaves to be the next victim of the biting season. This is where he starts to get extremely guilty again, and where he builds his obsession to the opening FNAF restaurants to try and fix his past, to fix what his father did, and to try and redeem himself. In this era he also begins frequently writing letters to his brother, as if he could see them. Because he sincerely wants to make things right.

Designs 3- Fnaf 1 and sister location era. All before the scoop. For FNAF 1, he wears a simular outfit to FNAF 2- Just a more purplish- shade of blue. He's also growing his hair out- trying to look less like his father, due to his pure resentment. He is succeeding a little more now. Though, in sister location he wears a purple uniform, and ends up in a simular look that his father was so generously killing kids in (other than suit. Michael doesn't look like a bunny thing, sorry guys.) Also fun little fact, he joins these jobs to redeem himself- but is scared shitless of animatronics.

DISTURBING IMAGERY AHEAD. BODY HORROR!!

Design 4- Basic idea of half a year or so of recovery. After lots of surgeries and medical attention, he looks a little better. He still has some wire in his body, mainly in parts that were very attached to his body (just ripped off of Ennard) and was left behind in places that keep his body together. (Wire runs along his stomach/chest and skin attaches there to keep him closed. Wire replaces his knee so he can still walk, and other wire was just pulled. Lots of scar tissue is present where any stitches are, or any places Ennard poked out from/entered from. His eyes were popped out by Ennard, leaving him blind and more or less with no "pupil." He is also able to grow very thin hair, but it falls out and is rather short.

Design 5- You can steal Michael's hair. He wears a wig that was the same colour as his past hair, and wears that whenever he is out/working. He wears a lot of looser clothes to avoid skin irritation- considering his skin falls off easily (also wears a ton of bandages around his body to prevent this.) In public he adds a mask to his look, some of his face being ripped up. Due to his look and practically dead body, he is unable to age normally. He'll have a simular appearance the rest of his life, maybe with a few more wrinkles and a load of weakness. Now, he is starting to move on. He's still extremely sorry, but he writes letters to Evan everyday. He also visits his grave, bringing the fredbear plush Evan had. Ofc he still wants revenge, but is more at peace about his brother. (He still hates his father. Badly.)

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#fnaf #fnaf 1 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 4 #fnaf sister location #sister location #fnaf 5 #michael afton #afton family #art #yukitonz art #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddysfanart

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abarbaricyalp · 8 months

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Written for the @samsseptember prompt Amnesia // CW: Amnesia and all that goes along with it. I did it again guys. I wrote another heavy one. I swear the rest are better // Full Story on AO3

When the Light Gets Into Your Heart

When Sam finally convinced his eyes to open, everything was blurry and fuzzy and far too bright. His ears were fuzzy too. Like he was under water or had a pillow wrapped around his head. He'd woken up in hospitals a handful of times in his life. Once, after he'd been clocked in the face during a baseball game. They said he'd been conscious off and on beforehand, but he didn't remember any of that. Once, just a little while ago when he and Riley had first tried on the wings and Sam had promptly fallen out of the sky. And once when he was younger and had had to have surgery on his appendix, though that was hardly as exciting.

So what the hell had happened this time?

He tried to move his head, which felt like the most difficult task in the world, and a voice said, "Do you know you sleep with your eyes half open?"

Sam tried to blink away the fuzziness in his vision but only succeeded in smearing it more. "Being unconscious and being asleep are different things," he said. His throat hurt like hell. When he pawed at the edges of his bed, he didn't find a glass of water.

The unknown man in the room grunted and it sounded like an agreement. "That's true. I'd have noticed sooner if it was every time you slept."

It wasn't Riley's voice and Sam couldn't fathom who else would have seen him sleep. Sarah's new beau maybe? Still, Sam had a knee jerk reaction to say 'like you ever stay up later than me or wake up first,' though he didn't. That was the kind of thing he saved for Riley.

His body ached like he'd been asleep for ages or had just been in a fight, but he didn't feel like anything was broken-broken. The inside out bruise pressure of bleeding wasn't pronounced. He didn't feel like he was numbed out of any body part. Why was he in the hospital?

"What happened?" he finally asked. "Where's Riley?" Because if something had happened to him out had either happened to Riley too or he needed to be told about it.

His vision was finally starting to clear, though it just made his eyes burn and his head ache flare, and he could see the man at the end of the bed was a stranger. Sam had a knee jerk reaction that he was military. There was just something to the breadth of his body, the way he held himself, the tilt of his jaw. But his hair was long and where his arms were crossed over his impressive chest, he had a prosthesis. Sam blinked at it a little bit, willing his eyes to accept it. It was far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen the VA pay for.

The man's handsome, severe face was pinched in along the midline, eyebrows drawn in, nose scrunched, mouth puckered. "Riley?" he asked.

"Yeah, Riley. Don't play games. If you know who I am, you know who Riley is," Sam snapped. He tired to sit up. Failed. Made it seem like he was just shifting on the bed. "They're supposed to call him when I get hurt. Shit, I get called enough about him."

"I know who Riley is," the man assured tightly. He dropped his arms and then crossed them again without otherwise moving. "Where do you think you are?"

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn't really feel like he could keep enough air in his lungs to do that, but it was necessary. "I don't know. A hospital somewhere near base. I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I'm here. But Riley should be here to check me out at least."

"Sam," the man said. There was a pleading tone in his voice. The desperation made him seem much younger. "Do you know who I am?"

Sam tried to puzzle it out. He was pretty sure he'd remember an engineer or commander who was missing an arm. He was decidedly not Sarah's new beau. Was he supposed to remember someone from basics? Or, God, high school? "No, man. I've never seen you before."

The half-constipated look fell from the man's face, replaced by slack horror and dejection. “I’m going to go get your doctor,” he said and then disappeared before Sam could really fathom that he was leaving.

The room was like no hospital room Sam had ever seen. It felt more like a retirement home room or something. Outside the window, through a crack in the curtains where the AC kept letting them drift apart, he could see a sprawling campus of some kind. Sleek, modern metal and glass buildings in weird shapes dotted the landscape of rolling green hills. Everything was as clean and manicured as the room he was in.

Even with its beige walls and dark curtains, the room was too bright for his pounding head. Was he in the hospital with a concussion? That felt like as good a guess as any. But how would he have knocked his brains loose without Riley around to point and laugh afterwards? It wasn’t like him not to sit vigilant beside Sam’s bed when he was worried. Had he been hurt too? Is that why the stranger was being so cagey about where he was?

Without anyone else around to see him, Sam tried to sit up. His right wrist was lightly wrapped in bandages. It twinged when he put too much pressure on it, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t work with. The rest of him seemed to be in one piece. He pulled the loose t-shirt he was wearing up and examined his ribs and belly for any signs of internal damage, but came up clear. There weren’t bandages around his head, despite how much it hurt. All of his teeth seemed to be in place.

What the hell was going on?

He was just yanking a pillow from under his ass when the stranger and another man walked through the door. If this was his doctor then Sam had fully fallen into a dream world. Firstly, he was weirdly handsome. Like an old 1920s painting come to life. Or a Magic The Gathering card. And his hair was so pointy for a doctor. Even the distinguished grey stripes at his temple didn’t make up for the electro-shock hair. And what kind of doctor–

“Why are you wearing a cape?” Sam asked.

“Hospitals get cold,” the man answered blandly without looking up from the notes in his hands. “I’m a surgeon, Barnes. Not a neurologist. I don’t know what you want me to assess.”

“I’m not concerned about the literal application of medicine here, Strange,” the stranger snapped. Barnes. A last name, Sam assumed. “You know what those things were capable of. Distorting time and shit. They did something to him.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam asked.

“It’s probably just a classic case of retrograde amnesia. He likely took damage to the temporal lobe. I am sure it will work itself out.”

“He didn’t get hit,” Barnes snapped. “I was on his six the whole time. He wasn’t injured.”

On his six? Why would this man be fighting with him instead of Riley? Where were they? What had the mission been?

He asked all of these things before Barnes and the doctor could escalate their own argument.

“Captain,” the doctor began.

Sam snorted. “Not a pilot.”

The doctor’s mouth curled just a little, eyes alighting for a split second. “Mr. Wilson,” he amended. “You seem to be suffering from a form of amnesia. It appears you have forgotten a substantial length of time. Now that you’re awake, we can begin to monitor–”

“How much time?” Sam interrupted.

“Well, I’m not sure neurologists would want to affect your own cognition by telling you–”

“Over a decade,” Barnes answered. His arms were crossed over his chest again. Tight. Like he was trying to hold himself in one piece. “A whole second life for you, actually.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Sam asked. Had he died before? Could amnesia catapult him back to before some other traumatic event, even if it meant going back a whole decade?

“I don’t know,” Barnes said. “But something happened and it wasn’t an injury.”

“What else could it be?” Sam asked.

“Barnes,” the doctor said lowly. A warning.

“Where the hell is Riley? Where am I?” he asked again. He could feel anger boiling below his skin. As if this wasn’t all confusing and terrifying enough, he couldn’t even get a straight answer about where he was and who these people were and where the hell his partner was. “Riley will know what happened. Where is he?”

Barnes turned away then, scrubbing his hands over his face and letting out a frustrated noise. The doctor kept his cool eyes on Sam. “You’re in Washington DC. Well, just north, actually. You’re on the Central Campus. You were part of a battle against an enemy I suppose you may not be able to believe right now. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

But Sam shook his head. “I’m not answering any questions until you tell me where Riley is.”

The doctor almost glanced to Barnes, but aborted the movement before his eyes got all the way off of Sam’s bed. “Mr. Wilson, it’s been over a decade,” he said. It wasn’t soft and comforting. Just a fact. “You are no longer in the Air Force. Riley Wiatrek is no longer your wingman. You have been working for SHIELD, and its iterations, for much of the time you’ve forgotten.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “There is no way Riley and I would leave each other. Or the Force. He’s the last thing I remember. I need to talk to him.”

“Riley died,” Barnes said without turning around. Still, the words were like an arrow aimed right at Sam’s heart, landing true, and ripping out the back of his ribcage.

“You’re lying,” he said and hated how quiet his voice had gotten. “You’re lying to keep me away from him.”

“Barnes,” the doctor repeated warningly.

Barnes turned then. He looked almost as distraught as Sam felt, though there was a hard foundation to his expression where Sam had no foundation at all and was currently free falling through several stages of grief at once. “Your way isn’t working,” he snapped at the doctor. “He deserves to know. It’s his damn life.” Then he turned those steely, wet eyes on Sam. “He died before I met you. During a night mission. It grounded the EXO-Falcon program and you were living here, in DC, when you met Steve Rogers.”

“What?” Sam asked. He felt entirely hollowed out. Barnes’ words were entering his ears and then banging around in his skull without sticking to anything. There was an all-consuming terror and grief that was snaking around every muscle and nerve and fiber and bone in his body, constricting him inwards until he was sure he was going to crumble into nothing.

“Then you met me. I was worse then. You saved the world. You trained to become an Avenger. You kept looking for me. Eventually, you found me, though it was more complicated than that. You became a wanted fugitive for breaking a UN declaration about superheroes. You were on the run for a few years. We saved the world again, after different kinds of complications. You and I eventually reconnected, stopped a terroristic threat, moved in together, and have been running the Central Campus since. Oh, and you became Captain America.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Sam breathed. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me? What the fuck is happening?!”

“Sam, I swear to God, I’m not lying to you. You’re a superhero. You were best friends with Steve Rogers for years. You stole the wings back and were a hero called the Falcon. You’re Captain America now. Steve gave you the shield. We’ve been training new heroes. Saving the day over and over again. We were just fighting these things that distort time. I think they fucked with your head.”

The doctor was looking at Barnes with a wildly unimpressed look on his face. “Though said completely without tact, Sergeant Barnes is correct. I would like to help you, though,” he added quickly. “I think I can find a spell to reverse the effects of the time distortion.”

“It’s not distortion,” Barnes snapped. “They stole it from him.”

And then, all of a sudden, the doctor’s expression almost seemed to soften, like a realization dawning over him. Whatever it was, he didn’t vocalize it. “I will need to examine you more thoroughly to assess the full extent of the damage,” he told Sam. “And then I can begin to create a solution.”

“How can you possibly find a solution for this? This is insane. You are both insane. Let me out. I want to go home.” He tried to swing his legs free from the bed, but his head swam so heavily he almost pitched backwards. Barnes was there faster than anyone should be able to move. His hands were like hot coals through Sam’s shirt as he held Sam steady.

“You were affected by magic,” the doctor said. “I happen to know my fair share of it too. I do think returning home may be beneficial. If familiar surroundings should jog your memory, it may go a long way to breaking the spell.”

This wasn’t a fairytale. Spells and magic and lost memories, lost loves. This was impossible. He didn’t want any of this.

“Sergeant Barnes, I assume you will be alright with Mr. Wilson at home?” the doctor said.

“Could use a lift,” Barnes answered drily. His arms were still around Sam, rubbing at his ribs mindlessly. Sam shrugged them off.

The doctor ticked his head to the side and then flicked his wrist. A tear in the world opened up right in the middle of the hospital room. Sam leapt to his feet and Barnes stayed right beside him to hold him up. Which was good because Sam’s knees were clacking together with exertion and disbelief.

“What the hell?” he asked, staring at the room in the middle of the room. It was somewhere in Louisiana. Sam would know that in his bones. The color of the sky outside the windows, the way the paint on the railing peeled, the swaying grasses and mosses. He could practically smell the salt air. It was home.

“Magic,” Barnes said. “Come on. Help me through.”

Somehow, Sam found himself walking towards the glowing circle and then stepping through. Well, lurching through maybe, like all the distance that should’ve been between them and home was whipping by him all at once. And suddenly he was home.

It wasn’t the Wilson house, but it couldn’t have been very far from it. Without thinking, Sam stepped away from Barnes and stumbled to the window. He wrenched it open and let the early fall air breeze into the house. He took his first deep breath of the afternoon.

“How long has it been?” he asked as the sea air calmed him down.

“If you think you’re still in the Air Force? At least fourteen years.”

“And Riley’s really dead?”

“I would never lie to you about that,” Barnes said with a sharp, protective edge to his voice. “If I could bring him back to you, I would.”

Sam nodded like a bobblehead. He kind of forgot he was doing it eventually. “And who are you?”

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#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #samtember2023

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loaflovesdoodling · 9 months

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Part Three:

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"Sir, please calm down. Her condition seems to have stabilized, for now. However..."

Ades rushed into the hospital, before being stopped by a medic right in front of her room:

"WHAT??! WHAT'S WRONG?!!"

"After running a few tests, we have concluded she has contracted some sort of disease..."

"SO?! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!! She'll get better, right..?"

"I'm afraid to announce,"

"It's terminal."

Ades felt his heart drop; he stared blankly at the floor, eyes so wide they felt like they were going to fall out. He clenched his fists, shaking. Suddenly, every noise in that room was muffled, instead being replaced by an unsteady and loud heartbeat. It was as if the universe had slowed down.

"Sir!!"

"It must have been something of genetical origin, given the time of passing of the girl's legal guardians, and.... sir. Sir, are you okay?"

He snapped back to reality, trying so hard to push words out of his throat. Instead, muttering. You couldn't make out anything he said if you were there, either.

Eventually, he spat out:

"how long... does she have...?"

"About two years, if we keep her under constant surgery. The chances of survival are extremely low, but at least we can keep her alive for as long as possible."

"will she have to be bedridden for all this time...?"

"For the most part, yes, but we'll make sure she'll be able to have some days out of the structure."

"can I see her... please....?"

"You may."

He gently opened the door, and, surely enough, Dulciana was there, waiting, with a sad expression plastered on her face; her eyes slightly lit up upon seeing Pleiades:

"hiya, honey..."

"..."

He silently walked closer and closer, slowly lifting his mask over to his hair before falling to his knees right in front of her bed, trying hard not to sob or let out a single tear.

"hey, it's okay... I'm sorry for not knowing... maybe, if I did, I wouldn't have bothered to meet you that day, and now you didn't have to suffer so much..." she claimed, regretful.

Ades struggled to get up, but those words broke him. He couldn't hold back anymore.

He sat on the bed, right in front of her, tears now streaming down his face. He held his chest with his hands and used his paws, with claws now sticking out to grab her hands, and so he pulled her closer, before shouting:

please.... don't... leave me...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING??!! I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU, SO WHY??!! WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT??!!! MAY I BE FUCKING DAMNED, YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO THIS MESS OF A MAN!!! SO, PLEASE...!!

not yet...."

his voice broke down, and he shook his head, turning to the ground, as he grasped for air, before exhaling out a painful cry, so desperate it would've shattered even the dullest heart in a million pieces.

"...it's going to be okay, Ades, I'll be here..."

#yeah they're cute and all #but what if I killed her #<3 #tw terminal illness #tw hospital #tw angst #tw death mention #tw disease #kirby ocs #sir pleiades #miss dulciana #dulciades

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macgyvermedical · 2 years

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Hi! Quick question for you: If someone experienced severe hypovolemic shock (in this case a leg wound that bled profusely) but was treated promptly, barring any complications what would their recovery timeline look like/in what order would the shock symptoms resolve? I tried to look this up in a number of places but haven't had much luck, and while I have theories about it I would like to be close to accurate if at all possible. Thank you!!

When hypovolemic shock is caused by blood loss, the first aid is to stop the bleeding. This is done either with direct pressure or by applying a tourniquet at least 2 inches above the bleeding part.

In the leg, the most deadly artery to cut would be the femoral artery, but there are several others. The femoral runs along the inner thigh near the bone. The popliteal artery runs behind the knee, and the tibial artery runs along the back of the tibia in the lower leg. Either of these could cause also life threatening bleeding, just slightly slower than the femoral would. Severing or tearing any of the mentioned arteries would cause bright red, spurting blood. Severing a vein would cause a steady stream of darker blood and is much easier to stop and substantially less dangerous.

Pressure would be directly over the wound, perhaps after packing the wound with gauze or cloth to increase the pressure specifically on the bleediest part. A tourniquet, as mentioned above, would be placed either two inches above the part that was bleeding, or somewhere on the upper leg (if a lower-leg injury). It would be tightened until the bleeding stopped.

But that's just the first aid- tourniquets and direct pressure stop bleeding, but they don't do anything to solve the hypovolemic shock or treat the injury itself.

Hypovolemic shock occurs when the circulatory system doesn't have enough liquid in the blood vessels to maintain blood pressure. When blood pressure drops, the heart rate increases to try to compensate by moving what blood there still is faster. This helps get oxygen to the tissues that need it, but is very energy intensive and cannot be sustained for long. Eventually, the heart rate can no longer compensate, the blood pressure drops further, and certain organs (usually the digestive system and kidneys first) begin to starve for oxygen and die.

Replacing the lost blood cells and volume is a top priority, and assuming the bleeding has stopped completely, is really all that's needed. If it happens quickly, there may not be any long-term repercussions.

The blood is replaced by IV fluids and either whole blood or a combination of different specific blood components like albumin, platelets, and packed red blood cells. The albumin helps maintain the blood pressure by keeping fluids in the blood vessles, the platlets help control bleeding, and the red blood cells replace the cells that were lost to bleeding and maintain the blood's ability to carry oxygen.

Prompt administration of IV fluids and blood will very, very quickly resolve symptoms of shock. Essentially as soon as those blood cells get in there and start doing their job, the patient's color comes back, their heart rate and blood pressure go back to normal, they begin to think clearly again, and can sit up and move around again with less dizziness.

Now, the leg is a different story. The leg needs surgery to repair the artery. If that doesn't happen, the leg will die and need to be amputated. There is essentially a 48 hour window from tourniquet application to completed surgery where it can be expected that the leg will be useful again. Even within 48 hours, the leg is dying and the dead muscle bits are falling into the blood. When circulation is restored, those muscle bits (along with waste products and electrolytes from inside damaged and dead cells) return to circulation, and can clog up the kidneys and other organs. A minor version of this can be mitigated by giving a lot of IV fluids. A more severe version might need dialysis to help the kidneys get rid of the waste products before they are damaged by them.

This is at least a several-day hospital stay and at most a week or more hospital stay even without serious complications. After surgery, the patient would be taken to a floor with the ability to monitor their heart function due to the probable electrolyte problems- either an ICU or a tele floor depending on severity of electrolyte abnormalities and bed availability. There he would be assessed to make sure the leg was re-gaining motion and sensation appropriately, provided pain and nausea medication as needed, have physical and occupational therapy assessments, and electrolytes and blood counts would be monitored to ensure there was no continuing bleeding (you can hide up to a liter of blood in a thigh until the pressure gets to much and it essentially self-tourniquets).

#whump reference #writing reference #blood loss #hypovolemic shock #tourniquets #leg injuries

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On a scale of one to ten, how fucked up is that I want to slap Mum when she whinges and moans in pain?

It's just. That maternity body pillow I bought her that gave her instant relief because it supported her head and elbows? Discarded because "I need to sleep without being trapped in that thing in the night." Bitch, the entire fucking point of it is so you won't roll over in your sleep, rotate your hip and damage it more. Then I ordered a memory foam wedge to keep her hips straight, and made her keep a cushion between her knees until it arrived next week. She moaned and groaned while I helped her and then didn't even try to keep it in place.

She asked me to buy a new blood sugar monitor while I was out. I realized as I was paying for it that I don't know how long it hasn't been working, where the warranty was and if the problem could just be incompatible batteries. I also had to buy a new blood pressure monitor because she had never gotten that replaced either. Came home and checked her BP to see it was high– because she had forgotten her after-breakfast meds. Grumbled that she didn't know what she was supposed to take, she can't read the prescription, no one will read it to her. This is unlikely, but my sister is in charge of her meds, and she might have elected not to because Mum is a retired surgeon and prone to taking prescribed meds and dosages as suggestions she can switch around at will. Healthcare professionals are the absolute worst patients in the world, but my mother is in a class of her own. But even if she didn't know her own prescription, all her medicine has been sorted into the pill organizer I bought her.

For fuck's sake, I bought her an easy-to-open water bottle to keep on her bed so she won't forget to hydrate as much as possible, and she never keeps the thing nearby. Then she complains her pain pills make her constipated.

She just needs to fucking get a grip and do the bare minimum to help herself. Granted, she's never done that in her life (hence the current situation), but this is beyond ridiculous. Bitch, you are in pain because you are doing fucking nothing to not be in pain. I've spent so much money on stuff to make her life easier and it keeps feeling like a waste. She's hellbent on getting the hip surgery done ASAP no matter what, but won't actually do anything to heal enough so she can get cleared for it. Not even the six weeks of bedrest she's determined not to complete will be enough if her BP and sugar won't go down, and the stress from lack of pain management keeps spiking both of those.

The most galling fucking thing is that I pretty much outlined this exact sequence of events. Over and over. I told her she can't keep overworking herself and then eating junk out of stress and not checking her sugar. She kept saying, "Then I'll drop dead! And you'll be rid of me! Then you need not be bothered by me any longer!" I was like, "You're not going to conveniently drop dead. Your stroke or heart attack will just leave you weak and nerve damaged. You'll go blind. And even if the first one won't leave you paralyzed, the second one will, or you'll inevitably fall and crack your head or break something important. You'll be disoriented and in agony for weeks or months, pissing and shitting yourself, and then you'll labour for weeks on a ventilator in the ICU before slipping away." Because that is how her own mother died. How my friend's mother died, how so many older people die. And she fucking knew that, but between her toddler brain that can't connect cause-and-effect, her Jesus fixation and her god complex, she never let herself think it would happen to her.

My friends want me to just tune her out, let her go to hell how she wants and focus only on keeping the house afloat. But the same hyperempathy that drove me to a mental breakdown when she let my brother's teeth rot in his head, is now going haywire around her pain. I wanted this fucking witch to suffer for what she put my brother through. I cursed her out to her face repeatedly, telling her she would endure tenfold what she subjected him to before she died. Now that's actually coming true, and all it does it make me hurt as well, for the same damn reason. Fuck my life.

#knee of huss #toxic parents #emotional abuse #parental abuse #weaponized incompetence #cw pain

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changeling-of-the-fae · 6 months

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T-10 Pre-Op And The Weird Things You Do Before Surgery

Caveat for anyone who doesn't want to see these (there are probably a lot more coming): I'm tagging them all as 'recovery blog' if you want to block it!

I've been trying to maintain a certain nonchalance - sure, surgery is going to suck, but I've already done everything that comes after.

I know I can do it again, and at least this time I can plan for it.

When I got home from Montana, brace and crutches in tow, I hadn't even finished unpacking from my move. There were boxes everywhere places, clothes that needed a home, and crutch-friendly pathways were non-existent. I didn't have estim, or ice packs, or a wedge pillow.

This time I have all that and more! Possibly too much more.

I suspect my mother and aunt have been looking at knee replacement surgeries for ideas of what I might need, but we are on very different pages.

I love them dearly, but I will NOT be using a bedside commode. I will be getting my nerve-blocked butt the ten feet it takes to get me to the bathroom. The surgeon has already made i clear that it's better to get up and moving sooner rather than later, anyway.

I do, however, think they're starting to get to me. Because, and not to be too dramatic, it feels a little like I'm dying.

It's not because I'm suffering or in total agony. But there's this odd background checklist of 'things I can do now' and 'things I won't be able to do for a while'. And it feels weirdly like I'm putting my affairs in order. Which, really, I am - recovery from surgery, to the level I'm at now (but hopefully better!) is at least six months.

I went grocery shopping, picked up the requisite stool softener (hardcore painkillers), and finished a few of the tasks I promised my mother I'd do weeks ago.

I called my dad's sister and asked her out for coffee, since we only get together at the family Christmas party and I'm not planning to go (it's three days post-op.)

And I have been cleaning; in suspicious new ways.

My parents' house is a visual representation of the marriage of ADHD (my mother, myself, my younger brother - we care but the doing is herculanean) and autism (my dad and older brother - they don't care and don't know why they should.)

So believe me when I say the three hours I spent washing windows, scrubbing switch plates, and dusting baseboards is seriously out of place.

It's just...the little things, y'know?

My bedroom windows haven't been cleaned since before we moved in 15 years ago.

It wouldn't normally register on my radar as a worthy task (they're windows, dirt happens!) but dammit I want to be blinded by sunlight after my surgery.

I want to wake up to snow and wish I had my sunglasses.

(much clean, very shiny!)

I know no one else at home cares. I don't expect them to even notice, really. Hell, I barely care. But there's some weird mental-physical link that's compelled me to make a three (3!!) page to-do list of odds and end tasks like this.

Maybe I'm just looking for ways to stay busy. I'll never admit to it.

#mpfl recovery #knee surgery #recovery blog #patellar dislocation #mpfl tear #personal

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please like this post if you read the rant because im literally just screaming into rhe void and i need literally anyone to listen to me right now

the family member i was closest to for most of my life and who basically guided me through being a teenager and coming out just verbally degraded me for 10 minutes using the exact same trigger words that my abusive dad always did.

i typed out what happeneed 3 times in 3 different ways and it only makes me feel worse. there was a point in my life where she was my safe person. she was the person that i could go to whenever i didn't have anyone else to talk to or i felt like no one would listen to me. she has always gone out of her way to offer her home as a safe space for me no matter what has been going on in my life.

very very long story short, my grandma's health is declining because she has heart failure. my aunt does not take care of her own health and has had to undergo emergency surgery 3 times in the past year (2022). she is getting a knee replacement on Monday.

i don't want to give out too much information because of privacy reasons but basically my grandma is in heart failure. she's 79 years old and has a lot of other medical problems that generally make her very high risk in general.

basically my grandma has convinced herself that she absolutely needs to accompany my aunt to her knee surgery. and my aunt is just, letting it happen? even though my aunt has told me multiple times that having grandma in a car for long periods of time is very dangerous for her health. it's the reason i take an 8 hour fucking road trip to see her as often as i can.

all i said was "i gotta say that i'm really worried about grandma coming along with you when you have used the words 'very dangerous' to describe car trips for her."

these are the exact words that i used.

immediately it's like a flip switched. i didn't even have time to breathe before she started shrieking like a banshee telling me that i'm disrespecting her by saying that she can't take care of my grandma and disrespecting my grandma by saying that she can't do what she wants. she kept saying "well i'm sorry that you feel that way" a lot more shit that i'm not going to sit here and upset myself by typing out.

i've been crying on and off for almost 6 hours now. i don't know what i did wrong. i don't know what to do. i want my grandma to be a part of my life but my access to her is entirely through my aunt. i want to talk to my grandma about all of this but my aunt won't let me talk to her. i'm so fucking scared for her and i feel really helpless and triggered about things that happened with my dad.

i dont want to get into it fully but basically my dad lied to my face for years about the status of his health and instructed his doctors to reiterate those lies so i wouldn't find out. two days after my 18th birthday he signed me up as his new medical proxy and continued to lie to me about his health despite forcing me to sign legal documents that would give me power of attorney if he were to go unconscious and i had to make choices for him. i only found out that he was dying when he screamed "you need to do [whatever he was yelling about] because i'm dying!" in my face. he was.

cut to a few years later and i have now developed crippling anxiety when people tell me they're having issues with their health. there will always be a part of me that feels like i'm being lied to, or that someone is either overexaggerating or underexaggerating how bad their illness is to manipulate me. most of the time when i feel like this i can recognize it as anxiety. i really do feel like i've made a lot of progress regarding that, because i know that nobody besides my dad would lie to me like that.

she understood how i felt like the choices that my father made took that relationship away from both of us. everyone else tried to convince me to show my dad sympathy, but my aunt made a point to validate my feelings in that his "out of sight out of mind" mindset was extremely damaging and traumatic for me and my brother.

except for my aunt, now, apparently??? which really fucks me up because she knows how much it damaged me emotionally. our relationship began to deteriorate when i hit my early 20s and it became clear to me that she doesn't even try to take care of HERSELF. she knew her knees were bad but she didn't go to the doctor until she couldn't walk. she knew she had kidney and gall bladder problems but she didn't go to the doctor or attempt to change her diet until she literally went into organ failure and almost died from sepsis. sinks, bathtubs, countertops, lights, the oven. all have broken and she just, did not fix it! she and my grandma washed their hands in the bathtub for months until my brother came to visit and fixed it for her. instead of saying thank you she yelled at him that she didnt need help . just including this to help paint the picture of how bad at managing literally everything is. oh, and there was a week in the Louisiana summer heat where the AC broke and she waited a week before calling someone to fix it. A WEEK. IN THE LOUISIANA SUMMER TIME. A 79 YEAR OLD WOMAN.

now i just feel like. well who the hell is this cunt and what did she do with my aunt? why the fuck is she talking to me like this???? i haven't felt like this since i was a teenager. i'm angry that she feels comfortable putting my grandma's health at risk. i'm horrified by the way that she spoke to me. i'm disgusted that i ever thought it could emotionally connect with someone who is related to my dad.

there are more reasons that we have grown apart (including a recent interest in alt-right conspiracy theories) but overall it was important to me to have a relationship with the people in that house because they're the only one left on that side of the family. so i would bite my tongue because i knew she wasn't actually going to change. she would just brush it off. but it's different when you're letting my grandma put herself at risk. and why? "because grandma wants to come"

well personally i would rather grandma be mad than dead. but apparently expressing this is extremely rude and i am a "nasty little girl that needs to learn her place"

if it wasn't for grandma i would have already gone no contact. it would hurt me a lot to cut them off but i feel the red flags popping up more than ever. aunt won't let my grandma talk to me for more than a minute or two and when i see her in person she won't let me back into her bedroom. i have caught aunt in multiple lies concerning covid safety, hanging around meth users, and an abusive ex-husband of the woman who lives with her (don't even get me started).

it doesn't seem like a possibility for me to stay in my grandma's life when i've gone no contact with her caretaker. all i want to do is talk to her. i don't know what to do. i don't want her to die. she's the only grandparent i have left and i already rarely see her because she lives so far away. all my other family is dead.

it genuinely shocks me how well people can hide their true colors. if this bitch kills my grandma i will never let her forget about it until the day she dies.

#tw death #tw health issues #ugh this is all over the place and barely conherent. theres also missing info that i just do not have the energy to go into detail about #ive been crying on and off for like 6 hours now and the worst part of all of this is that MARS IS AT WORK #so ive been having a mental breakdown all day by myself

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hi love, do you have any advice or reassurance when feeling sad & underappreciated? thank you in advance

hi, anon 😊😊

this is such a difficult thing for me to tackle. I too often at times feel extremely sad and alone. And maybe it's just the depression making me feel that way, but one thing I'd appreciate having in my life were those types of friends that reassure you me that everything would be fine and that I'm also a good part of their lives. Believe it or not, that actually fuels me. I need to know every now and then that I'm appreciated. Last time that happened was this year when my ex friend did that. I was feeling so overwhelmed being held in charge of my mom after her total knee replacement surgery and then having to stop looking for work and I just felt like a total loser. I still do, but that's not the point. I asked them for advice and encouragement and they gave it to me and it honestly gave me a boost to staying committed and hopeful about my future.

It's not easy to ask for reassurance because everyone is dealing with their own personal issues, etc. however, just last week or so I sort of had a panic attack and I wished someone would have been soft with me and reassured me that I would have been okay, etc.

That being said —

Sometimes you just have to let yourself feel sad and unappreciated, anon.

It hurts a lot, but you have to feel it but don't allow it to control you.

Cry if you have to, and don't care about where on when. Even if you do it quietly like I did a couple weeks ago.

Despite that, I'm here to root for you and remind you to keep going. Life is worth it.

If you're feeling unappreciated by someone or people, take a step back. No matter how quiet and lonelier it feels without them. No matter how much you miss their presence. You shouldn't feel that way.

Try not to be bitter about it though. Sometimes friendships just fade away; it freaking sucks and hurts but you gotta appreciate what was and just root for them to be and stay happy 😊😊

You'll find your people. Those who actively want you in their lives.

As for your sadness:

Everyone deals with it differently. What makes you feel happier that doesn't include dependency of others? Try that.

More importantly, be kind to yourself. Remind yourself of your worth and importance in this world.

Give yourself a reason.

BREATH

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I have to cut this short. I need to head into this new school early to learn it's layout, my area, and get everything ready.

I'm really anxious about it, but SIGH. I got this. Hopefully.

Best of luck, anon. ❤️❤️❤️

#rooting for you #anon #asks #personal

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@chronal-anomaly asked: When Jesse was relearning how to work with his prosthetic arm, did he have any sensory difficulties? Did he ever struggle with gripping things too delicately and having them slip from his grasp, or accidentally denting or cracking something from holding it too tightly? Did he ever lack the temperature sensory input and accidentally hand his flesh hand something scalding or freezing without realizing it was like that? 👀

thank you for feeding me spacy, as always.

i've talked about jesse's arm before, but i've been meaning to elaborate on that hc post so i might as well do that here — answering your questions along the way, probably focusing more on how he handles the thing as opposed to how it works.

so, for starters,

i hc that jesse lost his arm during his blackwatch days. we see that he clearly still has his flesh arm in, not only his blackwatch skin, but also the UPRISING comic — which takes place in london, towards the end of his overwatch career. this would probably lead most to believe it was an incident that happened during his vigilante years — i, however, beg to differ.

losing an arm is HARD. and replacing it with a prosthetic isn't cheap. i personally don't believe jesse would have the resources or support needed for either of those things outside of overwatch. i believe the amputation took place during his tussle in london ( on his little " vacation ", during blackwatch's suspension ), further decommissioning blackwatch as a whole.

now, the reason i'm telling you this, is because i need you to understand that this was what's called a TRAUMATIC AMPUTATION, meaning the arm wasn't surgically removed in a controlled environment. because of this, there was pretty significant damage to certain things like his nervous system, the pending port rejection not helping his case. this would make certain things like controlling the prosthetic and reading the incoming sensory input difficult at times.

in case you don't feel like reading that other hc post: the prosthetic jesse receives from overwatch DOES allow for sensory input, meaning he can register things like, temperature and pressure. and it's pretty good at doing so. HOWEVER, because of the damage caused by the amputation and infections following surgery, the accuracy and reliability varies, typically triggered by things like stress and temperature. but overall, on a good day, he's retained somewhere around 90% of his normal movement abilities and input registration. the most noticeable for him being a slight numbness in his thumb, which gets incredibly worse in the cold, sometimes making it difficult for him to grip things.

he's right handed, so it's not too often he'll use the prosthetic for primary movements, but he's dropped a glass or two over the years because of it. he's also done things like pulled open doors and drawers with incredible force, unable to tell how much power is being used. having more power and force available to him is another thing he had to get used to. in a quick knee-jerk response, it may be difficult for him to judge how much force he's putting into his grip or throw if his focus is not on the arm itself.

but, for the most part, he is typically aware of his abilities.

he's used his unmatched grip strength to crush things like phones and other electronic devices. and, with the added bonus of a prosthetic elbow and bicep, he's definitely thrown overly hefty punches and won quite a few arm wrestling matches.

he also uses his prosthetic to hold his cigars and ash his cigarettes, purposefully to avoid burns and tar left behind by the smoke.

now, because he can still register temperature, it's not often he'll do things like, use the prosthetic to grab a hot plate out of the microwave. it was built like this to not only help AVOID situations like forgetting that his other hand is not metal, but also to help aid in PROTECTING it. the thing's not indestructible, and they didn't want him treating it as such. while it's not necessarily fragile, it still has it's limits, like any machine. but, in more pressing situations, he has used it's higher melting point and stress resistance to his advantage.

but, speaking of damage: because of the way the arm is docked, it's typically all or nothing when it comes to both input and output. if he's not getting any sensory response, his arm is also going to be either limp or locked up, unable to control it ( which one depends on how the arm was disabled — it will go limp when properly disconnected from the base, but it will seize up if it's damaged beyond use while connected ). so he hasn't had the exact scenario occur that you stated above, in passing something hot or cold between hands.

BUT, i will say because of this, there was one time a short in a wire caused jesse to be latched onto the handle of the communal fridge for an hour before someone realized he was missing.

#✯ — [ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶜᵉ ] ⨯ ask #✯ — [ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᵉᵃʳᶰ ] ⨯ headcanon #chronal-anomaly #it is past my bedtime i did not proofread this

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I'm sorry for coming here with my doubts but I just can't help it. I was trying to ignore this whole scenario but now I'm leaning more and more towards it. So the thing is, that we prefectly know that Louis is still bitter about the whole hiatus situation. He just didn't wanted hiatus and he was not ready for it plus he genuinely thought that they all will reunite shortly. So I was thinking that how could Larry be real when Louis actually had no certain idea about hiatus till 2015 and Harry was ready to go solo since 2013?? We know that Harry became super close with Azoffs in 2013 and by 2014 Jeff became his unofficial manager. We can see him every pap walk with Harry in 2014. And in 2015 there was clear solo Harry push. Jeff even introduced his team for Harry even befor he went solo. Many people started working for exclusively Harry when he was in 1D in 2015. Harry Lambert and Xander being two of them. And Harry himself said that he was the first one to suggest hiatus in 2014 because he didn't wanted to exhaust his fanbase. So it's very very clear that Harry was super ready for hiatus since Azoffs made him their mission in 2013. So if Harry had such a clear idea of hiatus and his future for this long now, then why Louis was entirely lost even in 2015. Louis said he was furious when hiatus was brought up in 2015. Louis still kind of holds a grudge with how hiatus happened and it was clear in the documentary. And i don't think Louis is lying about his feelings. He said that he was lost and had no idea what to do after hiatus and it's understandable because Harry had azoffs to rely on. He had no such problem.

So if they were actually together and they were a couple then how is it possible that they were standing on polar opposite sides of this situation? How is it possible that Louis had a misleading idea of hiatus even in 2015 when Harry was damn clear about it since 2013? If they were in love then how is it possible that Louis was screaming about not being ready for hiatus and as he said he was furious about it in 2015 and Harry walked on his pre laid path by azoffs?? Did Louis even had any idea about what Harry was planning for his solo career since 2013? Were they actually even together? Or was it just my dilution till now?

I love a good harry the bad guy who broke up 1D and threw everyone under the bus story arc. Liam has quite literally said that if he had stayed in 1d, he would be dead now. Think about that for a second. If they all didn't stop he'd be dead. Niall was forced to perform after knee surgery which fucked up his knee so bad he already has a knee replacement. You don't do that to young people unless it's absolutely necessary. You can only revise it 2 or 3 more times and they only last 15 years. So long story short, he's fucked. Louis was forced to have a fake baby which i cant even imagine what kind of nonsense went behind the scenes to make that happen. And if you believe that Freddie is not his son, then right off the bat you know he's lying which means what he's sharing publicly isn't going to be the complete truth. But this still doesn't mean he's lying about being blindsided. Feelings are complicated and is possible that he both knew the hiatus was coming but still been shocked by it. And let's not kid ourselves that zayn leaving didn't open up the discussion for their break. So no, Louis wasn't blindsided by harry and the azoffs. And if anything, they should be thanked for helping harry from getting out from under Simon's thumb. Jeff is not a bad guy.

Here's one of my favorite tiktoks and none of it has anything to do with this ask except one bit where James asks them to rethink the hiatus and Louis says it was time. Does that sound like someone who's upset and surprised by it. He was done too. And your doubting they were together because of what supposedly harry did to Louis. But why can't it be that he sacrificed himself FOR harry when he resigned with syco after the hiatus. That was probably some sort of a sacrifice he did to allow them all to take a break and for harry to start his career.

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opinated-user · 2 years

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Wait Aliana is disabled?? I only read Two loving mothers fic and don't remember it was even mentioned! We had several paragraphs mentioning Aliana getting better, by taking care of her hair but we never told how she lives after losing her leg???? She has a prostetic right? Where did she get it from if she's kinda poor? How did she have a rehabilitation in such a short time? Does she has troubles fixing it if she's so bad at mechanics? Does she takes it off? Has any difficulties? Phantom pains? Pffft. Fck that. We don't need a proper representation i guess let's talk about hair. I don't know maybe it's somewhere in tsr, but from what I've heard, it isn't. Freaking how to train your dragon did better job, Lily

this is the post where LO explains exactly what happened. https://lily-orchard.tumblr.com/post/612186308769628160/okay-so-alianas-near-fatal-injury-on-the LO answers:

Okay here goes

Aliana’s right leg was severed below the knee, requiring a cybernetic prosthetic. The prosthetic was initially a stock robotic leg fitted in place by 2V-R8, but Rey took it upon herself to build one for Aliana herself before she woke from her coma.

The injuries from being impaled through the stomach were far more severe. Most of her internal organs located in her abdomen were severely damaged in some way, either by the blade itself, the heat, or blood loss from the arteries being cauterized. When operating, 2V-R8 prioritized repairing vital organs such as her intestines and kidneys, while removing both non-vital and vestigial organs entirely.

Most of the repairs were made with bacta pumps.

The sole exception was her spinal cord. Kylo Ren’s lightsaber severed it at the base, paralyzing Aliana from the waist-down. By the time 2V-R8 had gotten Aliana’s condition stable, much of the nerve tissue was unsalvagable. So 2V opted to replace Aliana’s entire spine with a cybernetic replacement.

After all of this was done, Aliana was put into an induced coma to heal and recover from surgery. She remained there for two months, and had another two months of recovery even while she was on her feet.

Once she had fully recovered, 2V announced that there would be no permanent damage from the incident. Aside from some stiffness and soreness which would wear off, and getting accustomed to her new leg, Aliana was as good as new. i forgot completely the part about the entire spine of alaina having to be replaced and she needing only 2 months to recover completely with barely any inconvenience at all. this is science fiction so we can give it leeway of course. it just feels a little arbitrary. i think it was Morals the first made notice that the alaina losing her leg seemed more for the sake of the melodrama in the moment and didn't had any everlasting consequences, not on the story and not on the fanart that MO still draws about her. only after Moral made their post there was one piece of art of alain with her prosthetic leg but that was about it. there was also this post about how alaina manges phantom pain and rey takes care of working on the leg while alaina is sleeping... because rey doesn't care about sleeping herlself, i assume.

i don't blame you at all for not knowing this anon because, like i said, LO herself barely brings it out herself and is not something that has any real impact during alaina's every day life.

#lily orchard

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okay, so i just finished rereading oouin and omg i need to rant about the ending. like the book is really good and everything but the ending is ??????

like first of all: the bomb?? why is there a bomb it seriously came out of nowhere? and that jared jackson guy was rly random character imo, like he came out of nowhere basically, set off a bomb, then we never hear anything about him again?

then second of all nate, i dont even really know why nate was the one to get hurt by the bomb bc he wasn't really a major character? like it would have made sm more sense if it was maeve or knox??

then somehow, after getting hit by a bomb, nate is well enough to go to a wedding the NEXT DAY even though maeve literally says that the arboretum closes at 6 - so presumably the explosion took place much later than 6, so nate had surgery that night and then is just fine and let out of the hospital at what can only be a few hours later??

and then BRONWYN IN THE WEDDING SCENE. why was she so pissy when nate didn't want to dance?? like babes, your boyfriend literally got severely injured last night (protecting her as well) maybe he wants to rest?? seriously the whole book bronwyn was completely out of character and she really annoyed me.

oh my god hi i love this so much.

the bomb was so out of the blue?? like i completely forgot about all the threats bc they weren't touched on? like it was treated as something that just happens to eli and therefore not something to knox to worry about (as sad as it sounds). and jared is so random?? i just feel like this entire plot point came out of left field ngl.

nate did not need to be injured. knox getting his hero arc would have been better. maeve nearly dying after literally telling her sister a couple hours earlier that she was convinced that she wouldn't live past high school so she didn't get close to anyone would be so interesting.

again: when you get literal pieces of bomb shrapnel taken out of you, you are not well enough to go to a wedding the next morning. i wasn't even allowed out of the er when i dislocated my knee for at least twelve hours and that was not a surgery.

bronwyn was the worst at the wedding. if the guy doesn't want to dance then don't dance. go dance with your sister, or your friends, or heck go dance with your parents. i've danced with my dad at tens of weddings when i didn't have anyone else to dance with. and bron has great relationships with her parents that's totally plausible for her to do.

i've said this before and i'll keep saying it bc i'm mad: bronwyn did not need to be in the book at all. cooper was literally just in a different city and he didn't have major scenes. bronwyn was on a different coast. this book was maeve's book. the main couple was maeve and luis. not bronwyn and nate. it made sense for nate to have scenes, he's like maeve's brother. and he works for knox's dad. it made sense for addy to have scenes, her sister was getting married and she lives across the hall from phoebe. it made sense for kris to have a scene because he was watching his boyfriend's baseball game.

also bronwyn was kind of the worst to everyone. she kept telling maeve to apply to college even though maeve clearly has not had a normal high school experience and it might be hard for her to think about that right now. she judged addy for not being organized when the literal wedding planner was stuck in the hospital with her daughter (who had alcohol poisoning). she got mad at nate when he was kissed by jules even though he didn't willingly do that (he was assaulted!!) and bronwyn did willingly hang out with her ex boyfriend. and then she made maeve's cancer scare all about her. there was no reason for her to be upset with maeve for not telling her because maeve was scared out of her mind and she didn't want to hurt bronwyn.

i'm just so upset with the way bronwyn was written in oouin i wish her scenes were replaced with cooper.

#knox myers #phoebe lawton #maeve rojas #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #cooper clay #addy prentiss #luis santos #kris (oou)#one of us is next #oouin

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to that prior anon: what makes something a disability is how it impacts the life of the person who has it. for example, you use arthritis as an example of smth being "just a medical condition" but without medication that would cost more than $12k/month if I didn't have insurance, I am in constant pain and literally cannot walk or use my hands. my arthritis is disabling, while for others it's just constant low level pain and they may not consider it a disability.

please remember it's up to the person with the medical condition to determine if it disables them, and it varies person to person even with the same condition.

In their defense i think they were just asking a question because it is definitely like, a weird gray area? It honestly brings up a good discussion about, when do you you start calling something a disability, and how, I think, the broken health care system really, uh, falsely categorizes a lot of people based on what insurance is up to. Also different countries apparently have different guidelines, like for example my Canadian friend gets disability benefits literally just for being autistic despite being very "high functioning", putting that in quotes just because I know that can be kind of a controversial term.

But also, I'm so sorry you deal with that, I dont quite have arthritis but I can totally empathize wirh chronic physical pain 🥺 its actually horrifying reading the prices of some of these treatments sometimes and im really glad you have your medicine taken csre of. I often think about what would've happened to me if I hadn't been on state insurance when I was diagnosed with my equinus, I think it was literally like at least 5k per leg (i actually barely remember tbh, it couldve been higher or lower), which, I guess ultimately isn't a lot, but on my income and my moms income would have been so significant I would've felt actual guilt seeking treatment. Like, there was a legitimate possibility that the mere price could have kept me from... walking normally? And like my mom is 58 and she's been told she qualifies for knee replacements but she's literally scared of even getting them because of how long the recovery period can be and the financial loss and also just the price? So my mom could end up in legitimately worse health, although I guess that also has to do with like, America not having good workers rights where she could've taken off laid leave for surgery or something

It's that whole expression about "disability is defined by the environment" or something like that. Sort of like that whole controversy with Mr Beast where he paid for a bunch of people to get their sight or hearing back. Those people had treatable conditions and were stuck living in a way that negatively impacted their lives simply because they couldn't afford it? Like I can't even imagine not being able to use one of my five senses just because I couldn't afford it, but I know that's um already a reality for like, people who can't afford hearing aids and stuff like that

I think I'm starting to ramble here but like, I wish people had more sympathy for the disabled (and im talking about like society, not the last ask just to be clear, I feel like they were legitimately just curious). Like sometimes when you see people like violently hating the homeless, sometimes those people are literally people who got into horrible accidents or had some sort of injury and they wound up addicted to painkillers and had to turn to drugs when they can't afford prescription pain meds or those prescriptions get them addicted. I had a manager who was in a car accident and the painkillers made her eventually switch to straight up heroin. Even our disabled vets don't get good healthcare half the time

But yeah, as for me, I guess consider myself kind of straddling the line between disabled and able bodied, leaning more towards able bodied, but I can still have issues, like my knees are still kinda jacked up and even though i can stand and walk great now, stairs can be really tough sometimes, especially when I'm coming home from work and my body aches. and I still get pains in my back sometimes when I'm bending and leaning to the point I use a menthol roll-on gel for pain relief. Part of me kind of likes that I, I dunno, overcame the challenge and all that, but like, I think I would've preferred a body that didn't hurt lol 😅

#im kinda rambling lol im so like half awake rn #but yeah i hops you keep youe chin up despife the inconveniences of life

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