FUCKKKKKK IM SO HAPPY
FUCKKKKKK IM SO HAPPY
Fractures, Chapter one
Tw: trauma, burn wounds, swearing, smoking, fighting, blood, Shepherd
Discription: It happened all so fast, they had gotten to Roach and Ghost in time...before it could be any worst
"The kid, not the kid!" Nov's mind screamed to as he carries Roach much like a father carrying a tired kid. Gaz had Ghost who was somewhat awake not really sure what was going but he mumbles something in Gaz's ear prompting him to say "Nate's got him, its going to be okay. I promise" he gently set Ghost on a stretcher. Nov held Roach he was terrified about what was going on but he hated to think how right Harv was about how bad Shepherd truly was. He didn't want to let go of Roach because the moment he put Roach down was the moment everything went out of his control, but he man up and put Roach down taking a step back watching the paramedics take his friends. He felt Gaz touch his forearm then took his hand squeezing his hand "Everything is going to be okay" Gaz pulled Nov into a hug as both let tears pour out because they didn't know what was going to happen. Heading to the hospital Gaz drove it was silent the passing landscape, Nov was smoking a cigarette nervous, Roach is his boy he wanted to protect Roach as if he was his son. The fear of this job truly sat in, he almost lost Gaz five years earlier, he almost lost his one life when he was buried alive...now these two being shot and lit on fire. The thought of being lit on fire scared Nov even more then being buried alive, being buried alive he had Ghost who could talk to him but being burned alive. Nov shutters in his seat he was thinking too hard about this he needed to focus the now, making sure that his friends were okay.
As they arrived at the hospital Gaz turned the car off squeezing Nov's hand gently. "Their okay, I promise" Gaz nods as they headed into the hospital flashing some badges then being shown to the I.C.U it seemed that Roach wasn't as hurt as Ghost who was still in surgery. They stood silent the sight before them it wasn't the burned down flesh or the nurses wrapping the wounds it was the fact that Roach was conscious and crying in pain. Nov pulled a chair close to the bed trying not to cry but it was very hard this was the man he fully claimed as his son, this was the guy who dragged him to the kitchen at the ass crack of dawn on father's day to give him a present. "Hey, kiddo... everything is okay. They can't give you any meds yet because they wanna make sure you won't bleed out" Nov explains taking Roach's hand in his "I...I.... understand" Roach mumbles closing his eyes focused on his breathing "Making sure all your holes are plugged" Nov chuckles softly seeing a faint smile appear on Roach's face "Need some help out here" a familiar voice could be heard shouting Gaz bolted out of the room it was John and he had Soap in his arms "What happened?" Gaz was quick to question as Soap was wheeled away from them "Shepherd happened, don't worry he's dead now" John took his hat off and ran a hand though his hair Gaz nods slowly listening "How's the guys? You got to them in time right?" "Yes, we did, they are wrapping Roach's burns his weren't as bad as Ghost.... who's still in surgery" Gaz looks down shaking his head.
"look at me, hey hey, look at me boy-o" Nov says softly "Look at me not them, everything will be okay, Son I promise" he gently ran his fingers through Roach's hair "I swear on my life they'll finish this up and put some meds in ya. Then you'll have a road of recovery and we will be here for you" Nov nods, the words that came out of Roach's mouth made Nov confused he wasn't sure if Roach even knew what he said "Thanks dad..." "Nov, come here" "I'll be right back" Nov got up and walked into the hallway choking down some tears straightening up. "Soap is in the hospital" "That bastard" Nov went to leave and John caught him "he's dead, Shepherd is dead" John told him as Nov shoves his brother away walking outside. Gaz went to follow and John grabbed his arm shaking his head.
Nov lights a cigarette leaning against the wall closing his eyes. He could have sworn he aged thirty years just in this week. Harv had aged quite a bit too given what happened when he left helping Shepherd. His eye was covered so it could heal, he has a pair of sunglasses on. Gently touching Nov's shoulder he looks down "I heard about the boys...I came as fast as I could....it should been me" Harv took his hand off Nov's shoulder "Don't say that, it shouldn't have been anyone" Nov shakes his head "Shepherd was as crooked as they come. He scarred your face and burned our boys" He opens his eyes "Harv, we don't see eye to eye a lot but I'm glad your not dead" he crumbles his cigarette up and burns his hand sighing content with what just happened. "Hey, they gave Roach some medicine so he could sleep. Ghost is out of surgery and should recover. Soap is a still in the woods for the time being" Gaz had came out and told Nov and Harv "Maybe you should get you eye check Harv make sure it's not infected" Nov says softly looking at Harv with an expression that said go away have I gotta talk to Gaz. "Tell me everything's going to be okay, lie to me if you have to. I don't care just tell me everything is going to be okay" Nov's voice cracks as tears came flooding from his eyes
finally, a facebook meme that accurately depicts who i am as a person
how would everyone react if i added more canon muse that I'd actually use on here?
Those pages are heavy.
Every time when I start feeling that I am going to crush down again into the darkness of overwhelming pain, I feel like somebody holding hand on my heart.
I know it's you. It's you and your grandma, my mum.
Chapel. You were there for 7 days. We rushed to you every day, maybe still hoping that you will come back.
I could not cry till I saw you for the first time laying in white coffin. Funeral director made you so beautiful. There was no blood, no signs of tubes, only tiny one. You had your curls, your yellow sweatshirt.... It was you. But you wasn't here. I started crying, almost falling down on my knees.
Your dad, your brother... Pain.
While I was looking at you, I could constantly hear lullaby that I sang almost every night for you and your brother.
When we went out from the chapel your dad said to me about that lullaby constantly playing in his head while he was looking at you.
We gathered all the flowers from the garden and placed them on the coffin. Butterflies and bees were sitting on them. Your bees, I know it. It was them. Sun was shining. Red balloon, your favourite red balloon flew into the sky.
Your music teacher played Eric Clapton's Tears in heaven.
Every word, every single word of that song told what we felt and hoped for.
I held to my dream about you, to the song, to the words from other parents that lost a child. Just like they knew a secret. They found the way through pain. I could do it to.
I asked one mom if I just could hold to her story and follow her. And she kindly said yes. I thought if that woman did it for 28 years, I can do it to. I can, I have to. I held to her story...
It will take what it will take. I can get to you.
I will hold you again.
I started writing down all those words, phrases, repeating them in my mind.
They became kind of life saver that I could hold on to. I could give them to your dad and brother that they had something to hold on too.
Can you see love? Can you touch it? Can you measure it? No. You just feel it. You just know it is here. It exists. It never dies.
The same about you. You are here. You are not gone.
Love never dies.
on a random note, fanart once again leaves me with thoughts on a most random combo of characters
the favorite thing abt my blogs to me is that somehow at least once a couple days a stranger will reply to my posts
Thinking about this one "arcticle" I read once. It was written by some conservative about why it's bad that those damned millenials!!!! have pets. Apparently the birth rates are going down bc of that (there was something about people "channelling their maternal instincts wrong"). The writer also used Jack London's Call of The Wild as a source on how a person should care for a dog. It was certainly an experience.
Look, I do love the amount of neurodivergent rep in the Percy Jackson books (amongst other forms of representation!) as much as the next person
... But the fact that after reading ALL of pjo and hoo as a teenager I never once resonated with its portrayal enough to consider that ADHD could even be a possibility for me, somewhat suggests that there lacked much exploration of presentations beyond the stereotypes :/
Super interested to hear other adhd folks’ thoughts on Rick Riordan’s writing of ADHD? Also any other recs for good ADHD rep?
Hey what if I did that music playlist drawing request thing again but I used Autoheart music instead? haha jk unless...? 👀
The Kiss by Gaetan Henrioux (b&w) || Hannibal 3x06, 'Dolce' || Hans Bellmer
new shadow bringers can i get a HELL yeah
"... That was quick-thinking of you, stranger. I thank you, on behalf of my father too - would you not have said anything, he would surely have kept me there, no telling what would've befallen our village then."
Lucien followed silently behind her before steering off to Shadowmere, picking a few more items and mysterious pouches from the horse's packs, fastening them to his belt. "Don't thank me so soon, my lady, lest we run into trouble in the wood. I won't be returning should this go south for you."
Olivia's brows furrowed, her smile fading and becoming a scowl. "For me? For you, maybe, unless you got big woods in those cities of yours. I've seen the Imperial City, nary a tree save for your cemetaries, and even them pitiful to look at."
a little excerpt from my fanfic which I don’t share openly, obsessed with the accents from peasants in The Witcher 3 so guess who gets to have it 😂 I love writing it
got a bunch of stuff done and put in a very short queue, so it’ll just post gradually over the new few hours.
woahhh hold up brain >:| you don’t get to be ableist in this here parts *baps brain* >:((
i wish i had some kind of fünny or insightful OC post to make after all of that decidedly non-OC dithering but i truly do not. my head feels like there’s roughly a pound of wet floral foam in it today. instead, i CAN alert you to the fact that i’ve linked to my OC pinterests. i think it’s helpful for the unfamiliar or the uninitiated, and for those who are familiar with my goons, there will be some new ones popping up...hopefully soon.