“Jumps were “made” and standardized the way they’re in the rule book for a reason. According to specialists, a PR/UR, a blade assistance or a bad toe pick not only affect the axis, it also makes impact harder and it makes a skater vulnerable to serious injuries in hips, spine, ankles, legs, muscles. ISU should re-think the things they are doing with judge system.”
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A/N: As a note I am not a doctor so I apologize for any medical inaccuracies but please keep in mind that this is set in space, so not everything will be done accurately! Also as a forewarning there is talk of blood and injury treatment in the form of cauterization.
“Put him on the bed.”
Having no clue on what to do, Kon follows Cassie’s order and places Tim onto the bed. With Bart’s help they get him situated so he’s lying on his front with his face pressed into the pillow at the end of the bed.
Pairing: Loki/Reader (Maybe specifically female or AFAB? Check the A/N if you’re worried.)
Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.
Summary: The fact that your father wasn’t around didn’t make you any less badass. Hell, maybe it did the opposite.
Warnings/Notes: This was a request from a lovely anonymous reader! The reader in this story is not the same as the reader from Nowhere Else to Turn, thought they do both have crappy home lives. I think also, because the world tends to make a bigger deal out of “daddy issues” when dealing with a woman (or someone who looks like a woman), this reader was probably at least assigned female at birth. I don’t think I get into their pronouns, so they could easily be a trans man or NB or anything like that. Please let me know if you read this and discover that I was strikingly strikingly wrong, and I’ll do what I can to fix that and do better about it
Daddy issues. The word got thrown around. It was kind of a meme at this point in time, shorthand to disparage women who’d grown up without a father figure in their life. Like it was their fault that some loser sperm donor had left them when they were still in diapers. It was a funny little insult to toss at women who did what they could to make their way in the world. You hated the phrase. It seemed like yet another way to blame women for things that were, ultimately, the fault of men.
Medical science is incredibly advanced, but there are still so many problems. For example, we can know replace
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Next on no one’s favorite game show: How many injuries can I get using a glue gun? The prize? A no-expenses paid trip to the burn ward.
request: i think you said you were taking requests so, oikawa with an s/o who also has a bad knee? if you don’t want to/ can’t just ignore this 😌✋🏾🥰. i don’t remember if i said but it be hcs, sorry 😅. - @mybbysugawara
title: it takes two to not tango since neither of can dance because we’re injured
pairing: oikawa x reader
type: fluff, a little crack, but my whole account is constantly on a little crack
warnings: injuries, cursing, Oikawa whining like a lITTLE BITCH (i’ll stop)
notes: don’t worry about it, sis/bro, my inbox is emptier than my soul, so feel free to give me some juicy shit (nsfw or not, either works for me)!
Burn from firework colorant.
lmao just got back from urgent care bc i sprained my ankle
but it gave me a lot of inspo for a possible grayson dolan fic so be on the lookout!
Fire ant bites.
Hello, @invader-zim-week … How about some fluff? And by fluff, I mean angst…
The frantic pounding on Gaz’s door was pretty standard for 11 P.M. on a weeknight. In fact, Gaz had learned how to predict the nature of Dib’s impromptu visits based on knock quality alone. She knew the loud, regular set of knocks that meant Dib intended to rant about whatever dastardly scheme his dumb cat had most recently attempted. She also recognized the faster, lighter pattern that signaled Dib was about to try to rope her into a countermeasure against one of those plans.
Tonight’s door-shaking knocking was in a league of its own. Gaz went so far as to pause her platformer to deal with it.
As soon as the door unlatched, Dib threw it open, nearly falling into the apartment with his momentum.
“GAZ!” Dib’s voiced cracked. “Where’s Gretchen?”
Before now, Gaz wasn’t sure Dib even knew she had a roommate, much less that roommate’s name. Before she could make a snide comment about it, she noticed the wadded coat in the crook of Dib’s arm, and the limp, unmistakably green tail that drooped from it.
She stood aside and gestured for Dib to enter.
Having a high pain tolerance and underreacting to injuries because you’re used to life being unpleasant is abused kid culture.
Me: *Gets 2nd degree burns in kindergarten, doesn’t cry just gets ice* This doesn’t seem like something worth reporting to an adult.
Me: *Gets a fishing hook stuck through my finger at age seven and has to get it removed with pliers, doesn’t flinch*
Me: *Gets hit in the face hard enough to get a massive nosebleed at age 11* *Gets mad*
Me: *Jumps off of a wall and lands barefoot on a broken bottle I didn’t see* Lol sick.
Me: *Cuts my leg open in high school, blood pooling in my shoe while I can see exposed muscle through my torn jeans* This is fine.
Me: *Tears the ligaments in my knee which ends up requiring three months of rehab* *Walks home*
Me: *Gets bitten by an animal* Does anyone have like, a rag or something, I’m getting blood on your floor.
Me: *Almost dies of an ear infection because I didn’t think I needed a doctor until someone else dragged me to the ER*
Me: *Doesn’t go to a professional for piercings or tattoos* (Jk don’t do this).
Ladder is one of the most important tool humans have ever invented. This seemingly simple and cheap device