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finniestoncrane · 2 years
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oh good! my dog has found his golf ball which i hid from him! my dog likes to throw his toys around! he can make his toys reach great heights! i fear for my life!
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hello-mrpresident · 1 year
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Miss Mercy just uppercut someone. They had a weapon, so it was just action.
But also oh... their teeth...
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itsnothappening · 2 years
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prejudice | jasonette
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summary: on one hand, she could simply deny it and walk away. but, marinette had never been one to avoid a confrontation especially on the prejudice against her blood status.
a/n: not very graphic depictions of violence, dw.
tw: blood; violence
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Marinette liked to think of herself as a very positive person, who got along with everyone in Hogwarts, despite their differences in houses. Of course, there were some prejudiced arses who judged her on her blood status — muggleborn — but generally, Marinette steered clear of them.
Having just finished writing her potion's essay — couldn't Snape give them a break for once? — Marinette was heading back to the Hufflepuff common room, her arms laden with heavy textbooks on the potions in the OWLs syllabus this year. 
Sighing at the fact that fifth year was going to be tonight every night, Marinette didn't notice the seventh-years until they were crowding around her, whispering and snickering. 
"Oi!" One of the boys yelled, "Aren't you the muggleborn fifth year?"
Marinette stopped walking — not that she could anyway — and exhaled through her nose slowly. On one hand, she could simply deny it and walk away. But, Marinette had never been one to avoid a confrontation especially on the prejudice against her blood status. 
"Yes," Marinette said calmly, eyes sharp and icy as she took in stock of the 'men' around her. "Can I help you?"
One of the more unappealing boys stepped up to her, his foul breath attacking Marinette's nose with fervour. 
"I bet you can," he sneered, looking down at her. "By leaving Hogwarts, that is. We don't need your filthy blood polluting our pure blood."
Marinette grit her teeth as her blood boiled, trying to remember who he was. 
Realising they were all waiting for a pathetic, sniveling answer from herself, Marinette shot him an icy glare. "You're hardly one to talk. After all, the only reason your blood is pure is because it's the result of varying levels of incest."
Smirking as she felt the tension in the seventh-year build, Marinette added, "Probably explains why your face looks like a flat potato."
Letting out a roar of anger, the boy snarled at her, swinging his fist her way. 
Raising her eyebrows at him, Marinette ducked slightly, wondering if she was an adrenaline junkie. It would explain why she didn't immediately shy away from these situations as most did. 
The boy's — his name Marinette did not care to know, she could easily pick him out — fist missed her head by a good few inches. 
Feeling the others around her beginning to move, Marinette clutched her wand, hidden in her robes, ready to start shooting as soon as things became unfair. 
Sure enough, the other two boys advanced on her, wands out and ready. 
One of them began to yell out, "Petrificus Tota—"
Well. Marinette couldn't let that happen, could she?
Immediately, her wand pointing at him, Marinette whispered, "Silencio."
Voice gone, Marinette smirked as she saw him clutch his throat and panic at the sudden loss of his voice. He didn't seem very bright. 
But she became too arrogant, forgetting about the other seventh-year behind her. 
A fist bludgeoned itself into Marinette's cheek, sending her body flying a few paces backwards. Marinette had the sense to cover her head from the stone floor as she fell, otherwise she'd probably be suffering from a severe concusssion. 
The impact of landing on the floor was jarring, and left Marinette disoriented for a few moments, long enough for the three boys to advance on her, predatory grins pasted across their faces. 
Marinette swore under her breath at her stupidity — why did she think she could do this again? — and looked for a way out. Spying the heavy textbooks, she had dropped earlier on the sides, Marinette scrambled to get up, ignoring the ache in her body as she heaved a textbook up and threw it at the boy she had silenced. 
It hit his head with a resounding thud! but Marinette couldn't bring herself to feel bad about it. He deserved it. 
Assuming he was unconscious, Marinette dug her hand into her pocked, looking for her wand. That was, until she realised it was on the other side of the seventh-years, essentially out of reach and leaving Marinette defenseless. 
Dear god, she was so screwed. 
Marinette stumbled again as her vision tunneled threateningly, and realised she had to act quick. Either she could let herself become a victim of these bullies or she could take a chance. 
Trying to stay conscious, Marinette readied herself to run between the two boys, gritting her teeth against the pain. 
The one who had accosted her in the beginning was coming closer — too close for Marinette's liking. He was saying something she couldn't hear over the pounding of her heart, but she did notice him laugh.
"Incarcerous," a distinctly male voice said from behind him, and within seconds, the boy was silenced, rolling on the ground furiously making muffled noises. 
Marinette's mouth dropped open, watching as yet another boy walked in (a sixth-year maybe?) but this time, on her side. She watched soundlessly as the boy snarled at the last standing bully, who, she noticed, left in quite a hurry after talking to the newcomer.
Marinette didn't realise she was staring at him until he walked in front of her, looking down at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, cringing slightly as he took her into consideration.
Wordlessly, Marinette nodded, her gaze finally tearing away from the handomse boy in front of her to her wand, lying innocently on the floor. 
"My wand," she croaked, her throat sore and voice hoarse for some reason. 
Offering her a kind smile, the boy walked to it languidly, picking it up and inspecting it for damages.
In the mean time, Marinette had the sense to gather her things, picking up her satchel and textbooks, ignoring the blackening edges of her vision and static running through her ears. 
"Here," said the boy, his voice sounding funnily tinny. "Do you want some help?"
Marinette nodded again, but as she did so, a red drop of something fell onto the floor below them. 
The last thing she saw the boy's worried face as the blackness overcame her vision, until she knew no more. 
When she woke up later, Marinette would realise that the boy who helped her? Well, he was part of the famous — or infamous, really — Wayne family. 
Jason Todd. 
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Imtherealak did it again
It's not often as a 34 years old father that you get to have your whole ideologies shook by...a kid essentially.
For those reading this(hi mom xxx)@imtherealak is a young uprising hip-hop artist, who grew a legit fan base (Subscribers & Followers)on his YouTube channel by remixing mainstream instrumental such as Kodak Yellow, Saints, Gucci Gang(god i hat the orignal and evryone who helped release that crap)& more importantly ; 🐼 Panda.
At only 16 years old , this kid took over the world , for what we can only assume, was an Highschool beef with some Jersey pricks lol. He dessssstrrooyyeddd that beat with meaningful and raw lyrics. He kept on coming with more and more remix who instantly became virals and related to evryone. Even me, a god damn 34 years old single father , felt like this kid ripped my saoul in half. My personal favorite to this day, is his Lights Out Remix.
So I followed, like and subscribed the shit out of That kid, because I felt his hungrinest for perfection and willingness for growth. I loved those simple , clean and humble videos with his white stained bedroom wall. I loved it. It was authentic and the dude was ripping his demons out. Bbeeeaaauuutttiiiiffuuulll work.
Then he got headhunted and went to L.A....and it changed his flow , his authenticity and I'm genuinely worried that my favorite artist is listening to the wrong people.
Meaning by that, is that we got his newest release 2 days ago and I'm still not over it. What was once a poor kid from Jersey rapping out of his room ,with shit taped to his egg shell washed up painted shitty wall , is now a clean cut jumble rap artist. He change the receipt and even change the location of where he is filming from.
Bro the people you are listening too are wrong bro. People felt in love with the content and the realnest of you words. Now you making fun of broke people?? And changed ur flow? But for who? Not for ur fans who got you from 10 to 950k+ Subscribers. Remember how blessed you were to get those 100k subs? We still here bro, but now you are doing the equivalent of buying a MacDonalds Franchise and changing the big mac Combo. I don't feel like this
I think a lot more can be done from the original spot, dude sell the wall to sponsors with the commitment and the response you have from your fan you'd have what sponsors wants...traffic from targeted demography.
And before I forget , you mentioned LA a lot. We get it's a step forward for you but with all do respect , please keep in mind that beeing in LA doesn't make you the best(im talking about producers not you, ur the shit bro)it just means you went to L.A to pursue your financial and social dreams. Lotsssss of unique talented producers are living in small town because theu chose a family life style and rather focus on local artist and shit. Be careful bro and don't buy a bag of fairy dust.
But let's talk about me for a sec, i love that shit. What you did to me with your last video is that you had me rethink my whole vision on changes. I hated that you changed your style(yes you did bro lets be real ok) and you venue. I hated it. Still don't like it. But then I got upset with how much this upseted me and get even more enoyed.
Was your video a reflection on my own weaknesses? I always praised myself on being adaptable and quick to adjust. I can move from a house, end a relationship and change job 3 times a year and move within hours notice from places or jobs & sleep like a baby. So why this that god damn video affected me that much and why did I watched it 7 times at 2am??
Because as adaptable as I am , I realized thay there is levels of change in a man's life and that for someone like me, who relate so much to music and artist, this baisycly represented betrayal, a important part of my taste pallets changed and I wasn't asked about it
I felt like a my GF was telling me(or ex) that she is getting a new hair cut new jens new look but not to worry about it. That nothing is changing and that new guy Mark at work is a friend. Those peoples im LA are not just friends bro and have an agenda(btw the whole story about my gf new look is fictional to prove my point.
So yes , imtherealak made me once again realized that a 18 year old kid can at any moment, put out a mirror to your face and expose yourself. He exposed my weaknesses to translate change into progress when it come to my taste and core habits. Thanks bro. You did it again 🙏🙏🎩🎩
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crykea · 2 years
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Oh my god wow
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official-milf · 3 years
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What is UP the vibes are TERRIBLE
I have a moderate concussion from work and that has left me feeling god damn Terrible 24/7. I’ve woken up every morning for the past several days being just. Unimaginably nauseous. I’m going back to the ER today in hopes they can get me more intense medication. I’m!! Hoping!! All!! The time!! I’m taking off!! Is payed!! Because I am. Not okay.
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so many hot takes i love it
fshdhdjdhd thanks
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taylorselenaswift · 4 years
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gOOod morning!! i hope u all have a good day!!
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saprophetic · 5 years
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lhachlhass is a real bro bc he’s bringing guillotine a rib, meaning that the only thing that he missed out on by flying over instead of getting wet is a battle
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hollowed-dreams-rp · 6 years
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i feel like garbage i do apologise 
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radiopotato · 3 years
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After stubbing my toe and having a curtain rod fall on my head first thing this morning, I was INSPIRED TO ROCK🤘 No, it’s not a #roky song. Sorry. I needed to blame someone for the abundance of obscenity and complete lack of thoughtful composition. It was the curtain rod’s fault. #parentaladvisory #stupidsong #everfeellikethis #concusssed #guitaristsofinstagram #imgoingtoregretthis (at Concussion Central) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPBH9VhpyTr/?utm_medium=tumblr
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popewearsprada · 3 years
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Ma’s war on sports and gambling continues.  And not concussions, cruelty, COVID, nor herpes will stop the insanity.
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sals-cat-gizmo · 2 years
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there needs to be some sort of security breach prequel or something because i’m desperate to know what happened to glamrock bonnie.
as funny as the monty gator killing him memes are, if that happened surely he could just get repaired? which means he would’ve had to have done something himself that got him decommissioned, so what did he do?? did he help a child like freddy did with gregory? did he concusss someone with a bowling ball?
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christopher-bryant · 2 years
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Bruce: Your grudges against the women I choose, need to stop.
Dick: Oh...oh hohohoho! Never gonna happen, B!
Bruce: Why not?
Dick: Lets start with Talia. When you two first got together, she was toxic and leading you down a bad path. So I, your son and partner in crime fighting, told you that. I also told you to choose between her or myself. YOU CHOSE HER OVER YOUR OWN CHILD! I WAS LIKE 15! AND YOU CHOSE THAT HUSSIE OVER YOUR KID!
Bruce: Ok and that was wrong. I admit-
Dick: Shut up! Number two....Selina Kyle. For all your self righteous beliefs and black and white take on our world, you let her do whatever she wanted.
Bruce: Thats simply not true.
Dick: Oh you liar. Every time we would catch her stealing something, a rooftop chase would enseue. How would this end?
Bruce: Fine I see your points-
Dick: We would have her in cuffs and then you'd say "Good work, Robin. Head back to the Cave. I'll escort Ms. Kyle to GCPD myself."
Bruce: Ok, keep your grudges. Just stop talking about it-
Dick: And every time without fail, I would skip off like a good litte Robin and the next thing I know, Selina would be off committing more crime the next night! Why is that? Because you sent me off so you two could screw on the rooftop and then let her go! You are weak!
Bruce: How about Diana?
Dick: That was going well until you messed that up. Somehow. Not really sure but I know its your fault.
Bruce: Theres a lot more to it. Its complicated.
Dick: Thats code for "I'm an emotionally stunted jackass who can't hold onto something good in my life."
Bruce: Thats not fair.
Dick: Tell me about it.
Bruce: Ah! Silver. She wasn't a criminal. She accepted both sides of me and was a very peaceful part of my life.
Dick: I never got to meet her. I think I might've been off with the Titans or having some identity crisis. But I do know that she was tragically killed by my now arch enemy who declared me much more worthy than you.
Bruce: Well without Talia, we wouldn't have the little blessing that is Damian.
Dick: I love that kid more than anything but I think we both know he's far from a blessing.
Bruce: No comment. And now without Selina, you wouldn't have a soon to be little sister.
Dick: I do though. Already. Your daughter, Cassandra. Very much a little sister I already have. Congrats but also how do you forget about your own daughter?
Bruce: You're right. Sorry, old chum. I am going through a whirlwind of emotions. I'm all over the place.
Jim: Think your excitment might be overshadowed by the fact you have a giant gaping knife wound in your shoulder?
Bruce: Oh right.
Riddler: For the love of god can someone take me to the hospital? We have been on this rooftop for hours and Bats here broke my leg in several places and I think I have a severe concusssion. Also congratulations.
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Since the UFC is ACTIVELY Searching for a New Sensation ; May I remind you that Brian Ortega is it?
UFC 220 : Ngannou was sold to us as the new god of all worlds and rule over the UFC as the new story to tell. Grew up out of Africa and have by far one of the most cinematographic story and with such a stature , he represent a marketing golden boy. Francis Ngannou , the child who grew up with nothing and became a phenomenon within his first 5 years. The table was set for him to sit at the King's seat and feast with the royalty on Dana's harm. Just beautiful. But , Miocic Knew how to fight, like fight fight, not just one punch people, he knew what ge had to do and how to do it. So it physically took his belt back from Dana's hand and took his seat back in the driver seat to remind the showbizz world than : a good story sells tickets , but it doesn't win fights.
So now UFC 222 comes along and we get to have our real inteoduction to who Brian Ortega really his. Not only does he have a story to tell , he is a legend in the octagon. Was always respected for his WorldClass BJJ but now has established the fact that he can bang too. But again , he has the most humble presence and the most graceful attitude towards his raise to the title shot.
So please Mr. UFC , let us have Ortega next for your next Hollywood script bout. Please.
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sparkles-and-trash · 2 years
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I just got woken up to make sure I am not concusssed to death and I am not!
but I also have thoughts!!!!!
I jusy think Hawks and Dabi really need
sweaters
big knitted sweaters actually
Dabi with a turtleneck maybe even
actually everyone shiuld have sweaters
knitted ones
always because it’s so pretty
Momo and Shoto knows it look at them
everyone else should learn like
Iida in a big knitted sweater????!
Tsu? Izuku? Omg Ochako please she deserves it so mucj she DOES
Her sleeves would be Long yanno like in that cute way I think ah
I think also Tokoyami actually he would look very dark academia and that i perfect for he actually!
SERO? SSERO IN A KNITTED WARM SWEATER !!!! WOLFCUT AND KNITTED EMERALD GREEN SWEATER
Sero but he looks like Ezra Miller as Patrick in in in fuck
Patric? Patrik? No Patrick ?
Wallflower!!!!!!!!
Oh ny god i am so genious when concussed i should bo k my head every now and the. Maybe
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^ me earlier hahahahh bOnk it said and gone i was
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