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selfshippingquotes · 5 months
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F/O: S/I, calm down, I'm completely fine.
S/I: No you're not, F/O, we gotta get you to a hospital!
F/O: No, no, not the hospital! Injections are scary and painful!
S/I: And getting run over wasn't?!
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comic-art-showcase · 1 year
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Nightwing,Batgirl and Batman by Carson Thorn
Batober prompt: Pulse
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last-lorekeeper · 6 months
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[A picture. Mare (@aura-acolyte) is at the doctor's office, about to get a flu vaccine. Her eyes are shut tight and she looks like she's trying very hard not to think about the impending needle.]
She's being very brave.
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dutyworn · 5 months
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@parameddic said: 🤤 or ’paralyze’ // sender paralyzes receiver for torture. / uuuuuuh maybe not for torture but wren ft. being injected with paralytic/something and left to burn to death in a fire bc she’s been investigating too hard or. annoyed someone. idk. paralysed wren and tk going "where’s wren?" and marjan insISTIng on going back in to look for her and several of the team getting injured in an extraction effort and probably it’s overall owen’s fault somehow that this transpired (aggravating arsonists at random, dating murderers, etc). i have not thought very hard
VIOLENT RP PROMPTS    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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It jolts her system with adrenaline, first (the pinprick of the dart, her body instantly reacting with the readiness to fight), but by the time Wren presses her hand to her neck, fumbling to pull the needle out, her body’s already harder to coordinate.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Someone shooting sedative darts at her? In no world does that mean anything good for her wellbeing.
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She stumbles, hands shaking as she tries to get her phone out of her pocket. Can’t get a grip of it. Ends up on her hands and knees on the concrete floor. But her mind is alert. She... It’s not a sedative, it’s a fucking paralytic. That somehow scares her more. This isn’t like being caught in a stasis field, where she could still feel her muscles trying to fight against it, if she wanted to, even if movement was impossible. No, it’s rendering her helpless beyond that, where she can’t... can’t even feel like she’s struggling. Trying to will her body to move, to instinctively crawl towards the exit, a few feet is all she manages before she’s helpless, useless, on the floor, on her belly, head turned to the side, one arm positioned ahead in a still image of her desperate attempt to crawl out.
She should’ve been more careful. Shouldn’t have gone to investigate alone. But the arsons... Someone had to do something, people had died, and the lack of evidence... Fuck, what is this, a kidnapping? She did mention to Marjan she was thinking about poking around on her day off, but in a vague enough way as to not cause concern. Maybe, still... She’s not working today, but she hangs out on the station so often on her free days, maybe... maybe they’ll note that it’s odd she’s not around? And then realise where she must’ve gone. Fuck, if she could move. Do something. Leave something of hers behind, if she’s about to get grabbed. Leave them a lead.
There’s footsteps, after what feels like way too long a time. Gods, she hates not being able to defend herself. Can’t even turn her head to look...
But the footsteps... they stop briefly near her (every cell in her body screams for her to fight), then... walk by.
What the shit?
Why are they leaving her here? Is the paralytic supposed to kill her? She can breathe fine, though, for... for now, at least.
Then, the fast noise gasoline makes when it catches fire.
Now she panics; tries to cry out on instinct, but barely any sound comes out. The heat doesn’t reach her instantly, but the smoke quickly does, watering her eyes, yet she can’t even cough, can’t try to cover her airways.
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whimsyprinx · 1 year
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so a friend of mine starts hrt on the ides of march
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fullmusicbardsquared · 7 months
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my two cents on that last post is that i love flu shots. i like the feeling of the injection. dont like throwing up though i always think like i'm about to die
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whatdatheseguys · 1 year
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some doodles
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nexus-nebulae · 2 years
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bruh ok so when i went to get my T the office was so so nice and everyone there was very cool but like- one of the things i had to do was a blood test to make sure I'm not at risk for blood clotting (all clear so far) and the nurse offered either some juice or crackers before they do the blood draw. so i had some apple juice and they did the test and i went home. but i think bc the nurse was just really nice and comforting about anything i might be nervous about that like. now anytime I'm nervous to do Medicine Things i grab some apple juice and i feel better
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dochaes · 2 years
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@theresastargirl​ said: “What have they done to you?”
My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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It could be a trick. It could be a hallucination. The Doctor doesn’t know what they’ve been injecting her with and thus cannot rule out the possibility that it’s her own mind, messing with her  ⸺  or a deliberate manipulation. Regardless...
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❝ Nevermind that, ❞    she responds, her voice weaker, more hoarse than she’d like (it’s been days since she’s spoken, having fallen into a defiant silence to plot her escape when talking hadn’t worked).    ❝ Can you get me out of here? How did you get in here? ❞    There’s a hesitant plea in her voice; she doesn’t know who this woman is, and most of the options are grim. Even if someone really is here to rescue her, these people... these people are nasty, and the Doctor would rather avoid getting civilians hurt on her behalf.
She tilts her head up towards her chained wrists in a gesture.    ❝ Need... need a little help, is all. Please. ❞
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comic-art-showcase · 2 years
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Man-Bat by Mathieu Perreira
Batober prompt: Desperate
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righteousfag · 2 years
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it's been over 3½ years since i started testosterone, but i feel really, really connected to my body today.
this body of mine is beautiful and strong, and it has been through so much in the past 25 years, but it still keeps on. strting testosterone 3½ years ago was the first love letter i'd ever given this body, and 3½ years later, i grow more and more in love with this body every single day, with every single weekly injection, with every new hair i grow on my body.
i love my trans, fat, queer, hairy body with my whole heart. that's why i started testosterone in the first place — to love myself.
💛(he/him)💛
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brassandblue · 1 year
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The assassin’s first mistake was going after Mycroft at close range.
Their second mistake was believing a hypodermic tranquilizer to the neck was enough to incapacitate something like Arthur James William Kirkland.
(It was not.)
Arthur could feel the hot chemical wave creeping through his veins as the tingling sensation spread out from his neck. It didn’t matter—a normal dosage for the average person would metabolize far too quickly in his system, and centuries of addiction to a variety of soporific substances had taught him how to fight that sweet, dreamy, poisonous feeling if it came in small amounts.
Arthur had been relaxing in Mycroft’s sitting room, enjoying a bit of nighttime peace and quiet and a good glass of wine. Such bliss had come to an abrupt end the moment he’d felt a prick in his neck however, and his instincts kicked on and he’d seized his assailant by the shoulders, then hurled them end over end onto a side table with a terrible crash.
The assassin, masked and in black, rolled to the side off the glass and shards of wood and broken lamp, jumped to her feet. Arthur jumped for her, but she was quick—a pistol with a silencer told him all he needed to know, but before she could fire on him, Arthur disarmed her, turned the pistol on her, and without hesitation double tapped two rounds between her eyes.
“Messy,” was his critique as her body fell, and he himself sunk into the nearest chair and placed the pistol carefully on the coffee table.
A hand strayed to his neck and he closed his eyes, knowing he would be in for a troubling few days as the familiar old urges began to cloud his mind.
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pensarecool2 · 1 year
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I'm so fucking sick of the fucking blood techs or whenever they're called at Planned Parenthood. Every fucking time I have to get my blood drawn for my testosterone refill, they insist they can get my blood the first try. They say they will not try if they aren't sure that they can get my blood. And every fucking time, I have to get stabbed a minimum of two times by two different fucking nurses, and then given a referral for LabCorp. At least I only had two attempts done today. Worst was this time when there was like 4 or 5 attempts and they still didn't fucking get it. Today it was just pissing me off. The second guy who tried to draw blood was agreeing that he wouldn't try if he wasn't sure, so of course he fucking stabs my fucking vein and is like yeah I'll write you a script for LabCorp. My arm hurts so fucking bad. I'm sick of this shit. I fucking swear to god, I'm just gonna tell them to write a script for LabCorp cause the people at Planned Parenthood can never get my goddamn blood.
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stil-lindigo · 5 months
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I can't properly put into words the amount of disgust that I feel seeing someone who looks like she could be my cousin fight for a genocidal occupational force like Israel but I will say this.
If you are Chinese, Korean, Japanese or any one of these Asian ethnicities that the West deem "acceptable" and you align yourselves with western-backed racial supremacy, you are making fools of yourselves. You have fallen prey to the myth of the "model minority" and you are suckers for it.
The premise of racial supremacy is based on exclusivity. And here's a dose of reality - the myth of the "model minority" is nothing but a tactic to placate you. To sow divide in the ranks of people of colour. To artificially manufacture another realm of racial supremacy in minorities so that you're distracted from how we all suffer under colonialism.
Did we all forget about the skyrocketing of sinophobia in the wake of the first COVID outbreak? The transformation of Chinese people into fiends with barbaric eating customs, poor hygiene, and mass conspiracy to infect the world with biological weapons?
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What about the hate-crimes? The attacks in the street against anyone visibly asian? The rampant discrimination and ostracisation from society?
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In 2020, Donald Trump referred to COVID-19 as "The Chinese Virus", "Kung-flu" at a campaign rally to raucous applause, a chilling echo of the times where fears of the "Yellow Peril" had the western world in a stranglehold.
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For all that Chinese people have been lauded as "prodigies" and "well-mannered workers", the moment our existence was incovenient, were were nothing more than another target. And although Chinese suffering then wasn't close to the scale of suffering that Palestinians now endure, we all received a reminder on what it was like to be in the world's crosshairs.
Now, in 2023, Biden dismisses death tolls as unreliable and remains proudly Zionist even after Netanyahu described the genocide Israel is inflicting upon Palestine as the "struggle between the children of light and the children of darkness, between humanity and the law of the jungle." At the same time, Palestinians are being compared to fleeing rats in a gesture of dehumanisation that mirrors how the Nazis portrayed Jews during the Holocaust.
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And let's not think Abigail's Jewishness will save her, not when it's been proven that Israel has administered contraceptives to Ethiopian Jewish immigrants without their consent. Racial supremacy is an exclusive club that never stops getting smaller, and there is nothing that you, as a minority, will ever be able to do to fit in. One day, you too will be a target and there'll be nothing you can do but blame yourself. After all - it's already happened.
So shame on Abigail. Truly. With the memory of knowing what it's like to be targeted for factors out of your control fresh in her mind, she happily fights to do the same to others. And that says more about her than I ever will be able to.
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muckyschmuck · 9 months
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it’s all ok! <3
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hyolks · 2 months
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oh turtle neck half sleeves tactical gear. you are my weakness .
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