#curin

[malefashiontrends]

(vía Théo Curin, máxima estrella de la paranatación es un héroe para la portada de GQ Francia - Male Fashion Trends)

#Théo Curin

[blinkaholik1]

#shannon curin #jonathan aguilar

[picturesandopinions]

#rosendal #sailboat #curine

[chvoswxtch]

Could I request something for Frank with a s/o who is having mental health struggles? I’m not doing to well as of late and I would love nothing more then Frank taking care of me 💕

Take you’re time, no rush :)

Ps. I love your writing

hi my darling! so sorry this is coming to you so late. I myself have been struggling a bit mentally lately. I hope that you're doing well, and that today is a good day for you angel. ❤️

thank you so much for the request. it was actually super therapeutic for me and kinda helped get me out of the funk I was in, so thank you!!

there's not really any warnings for this except swearing & lots of fluff. also i'm not sure if the glitch with dark mode has been fixed or not but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance! word count: 2.3k

let me help.

Frank Castle had always been good at reading people. During his time in the marines, he perfected this skill and learned to pick up on certain cues and read body language to anticipate what someone might be thinking or feeling, which gave him a huge advantage when it came to combat. It also helped him out quite a bit when he became a father since he was usually able to figure out what kind of shenanigans his kids were about to get into before they had a chance to actually get into trouble. But lately, it helped him out the most when it came to you. 

You and Frank were total opposites when it came to emotions. While he hid everything until you could coax it out of him, you were a lot more open about yours, even if you weren’t trying to be. Your face gave you away, every single time. Not only that, but Frank knew you like the back of his hand. He could always read you, even when you were trying to hide and put on a brave face. A few months into your relationship, Frank had finally gotten you to confess about your mental health struggles to him. He had been picking up on little things; small changes in your demeanor, subtle shifts in your moods, and even the tone of your voice when it was off. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t comfortable, but it also killed him to know something was bothering you and you were afraid to let him help. 

Ever since then, Frank was extra vigilant when it came to you. He had learned what helped when you got into a bad headspace, and what he could do to make it better. He figured out what you needed from him, even if you were having trouble communicating it. He discovered that sometimes you wanted a distraction, and sometimes you just wanted to be held and comforted. Sometimes you tried to put the noise in your head into comprehensible sentences, and sometimes you preferred the soothing timber of his voice as he read to you or told you a story from his previous life. Sometimes Frank could convince you to go for a walk on a pretty trail he’d found, and you’d walk side by side silently as he held your hand gently.

“Somethin’ about sunshine “curin” the blues. Some shit Curt told me, I don’t know. Said it might help.”

Frank had actually reached out to Curt on several occasions about you, since his experience with his group made him the closest thing to a professional he could find. Through learning how to care for you, Frank actually started to figure out how to care for himself. He started to figure out what worked for him when things got heavy, and how to process his own struggles. After a while, Frank even got comfortable letting you care for him like he did for you when things got bad. It was a learning curve the two of you were navigating together, with the occasional help from Curtis, and it only made your relationship that much stronger. There was an immense comfort in the peace you two found in each other. Anytime that peace was disrupted, Frank picked up on it immediately, sometimes before you even did.

He knew today was an off day the second he walked through the door. Your voice was quieter as you greeted him, sounding almost exhausted, and you hugged onto his large frame tighter than you normally did. Frank let you linger in his embrace, cradling the back of your head as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He studied you quietly when you took a step back, trying to figure out what it was you needed from him right now. He could tell by the tight smile on your lips you weren’t going to bring it up. Maybe you hadn’t even noticed it yet. Or maybe you were trying to avoid it. Whatever the reason, he didn’t want to push you if you didn’t feel like talking.

“Think I need a hot shower. Wanna join me?”

The eager nod of your head caused a tiny smile to spread on Frank’s mouth as he held his hand out for yours.

“Alright then, pretty girl. C’mon.”

Steam filled the bathroom as Frank turned the knob as far to the side as it would go. Your reflections were indiscernible as the mirrors fogged up, only able to catch the briefest glimpse of your own silhouettes. Frank was quiet as he undressed you, keeping his touch gentle and soft. A flush had already started to spread over your face from the heat. Frank carefully helped you into the shower, giving your hand a light squeeze and offering a smile when he noticed the confusion on your features.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Be there in a minute.”

Once Frank had rid himself of his own clothes, he stepped in behind you silently. Your eyes were closed as you tipped your head back underneath the showerhead, allowing the warmth of the water to wash over you completely. It echoed off the tiles like a steady summer rain, and even he found the sound soothing. Frank gave you a moment to try and let the water wash away whatever it was you were trying to rid yourself of, only joining you under the stream when you opened your eyes and reached for him.

An aroma of lavender and vanilla filled his senses as he poured your body wash into his hands, beginning to massage it over your shoulders first and then down each of your arms. He took his time as he cleansed you, kneeling down as the suds traveled down your thighs and over your feet. He made sure every inch of your skin had been caressed by his fingertips before rinsing you off. Frank gently grabbed your wrist to halt your movements when you reached for his body wash, giving a light shake of his head and a timid smile.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me.”

“Frank-”

“Just let me help, baby.”

Frank silenced any further protest as his lips descended on yours. He wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you against his chest as his free hand lightly massaged your green apple scented shampoo into your hair. He gently scratched at your scalp with his blunt nails, smiling as your eyes fell shut and a satisfied hum vibrated from your lips against his skin. The longer he worked his fingers in your hair, the more you melted into his embrace. Frank carefully grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger to tip your head back, turning your head to the sides ever so slightly to make sure all the shampoo got washed out fully. After repeating the same process with your conditioner, he reached behind you to shut the water off and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel.

“Let’s get you comfy, shortcake. You want shorts or somethin’? Or just a shirt?”

“Just a shirt, please. Can I wear one of yours?”

Frank chuckled lightly as he wrapped a towel around his waist, holding onto your hand as he helped you out of the shower and led you back to the bedroom.

“Course you can. Don’t gotta ask, baby.”

Frank grabbed your favorite lavender scented body lotion from the cabinet, knowing how much it bothered you that your skin felt too dry after a scalding hot shower. He helped you dry off and slipped on a pair of briefs before motioning towards the bed and pouring some lotion into his hands.

“Lay back for me.”

Your eyes followed Frank’s hands as he moved them over every part of your body while he massaged the lotion deep into your skin. There was a slight furrow of his brows, as there always was when he was concentrating on something. But everytime he caught your gaze, his permanent broody features morphed into a tender smile, and it made you weak. After slipping one of his large shirts over your head and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks onto your feet, Frank scooped you up into his arms and sat back against the headboard with you in his lap. He rested his chin on top of your head as you snuggled into his chest, running his fingers through your wet hair slowly.

The two of you stayed like that silently for a few minutes before Frank heard your deep exhale.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t gotta thank me. You know that.”

“And you know that I’m going to.”

Frank couldn’t help but grin, shaking his head slowly as he held you even tighter to his chest.

“How you feelin’? Better?”

“Much.”

“This one hit fast, huh? Seemed like you were in higher spirits when I left earlier.”

“Yeah, it did.”

Frank glanced down at you, cupping your face in his large hand to get you to look at him. He studied you for a moment, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone softly.

“Somethin’ happen?”

“No…nothing happened. I-I don’t know. I felt okay this morning and then I just…didn’t.”

“S’alright, honey. Just checkin’.”

Another defeated exhale caused your shoulders to shrink. Frank leaned in to brush his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, it ain’t your fault. You know that.”

“I know-”

“And there’s nothin’ wrong with you. So don’t go thinkin’ that shit. It happens to everyone, baby.”

“Not like this. Not everyone deals with this.”

“I know, but it’s outta your control.”

“And that’s what I hate. I hate not feeling in control of my own body, my own head. I know what’s happening, and I can’t do anything about it. I just…have to wait for it to pass.”

“You don’t gotta do it alone.”

Frank sighed quietly as he sat up a little straighter, turning your body so that you were straddling his waist as he held your face in both of his large hands.

“Baby, I love you. Alright? I’m here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, no matter what. When this happens, we get through it together, yeah? We always get through it, don’t we?”

You leaned into Frank’s touch, wrapping your hands delicately around his wrists as you stared deeply into his eyes and nodded. 

“Yeah, we do.”

“I’d say we’re doin’ pretty fuckin’ good, all things considered.”

A small giggle escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but mirror the smile that spread over Frank’s mouth.

“Who knew Frank Castle would make such a good therapist?”

“Easy now, don’t go broadcastin’. I ain’t acceptin’ any new patients. I got my hands full.”

“Oh, do you?”

Frank’s lips split even further as a toothy grin took over his mouth, reaching behind you to grab your ass with both of his large hands, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Yeah, see?”

Your eyes widened as your mouth fell open, lightly slapping at his chest as you burst into a fit of giggles at his actions.

“Frank!”

“What? Made ya laugh, didn’t it?”

“Is this what Curtis is teaching you?”

“Nah, I decided to improvise on that one.”

All you could do was shake your head as you giggled loudly. It was nearly impossible not to smile when you were around Frank, but it was even harder when he was smiling. Frank had such a beautiful smile, and it always caused one to appear on your lips. It could light up the midnight sky, and oftentimes it chased the darkness away within you. His laughter bellowed from deep within his chest, and it spread a warmth throughout you as it enveloped you like a security blanket. Frank tilted his head to the side slightly as he gazed at you lovingly, bringing one of your hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Hey, you and me. Yeah?”

You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“Yeah. You and me.”

“Atta girl. Now, how ‘bout I order some Lombardi’s and you pick us a movie.”

“You’re letting me pick? Anything I want? Like…anything?”

Frank’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the excitement in your eyes and the grin on your mouth.

“Do I need to reiterate that I’m gettin’ you the best goddamn pizza in all of New York so you don’t torture me?”

“Now Frank, when have I ever tortured you?”

Frank arched one of his dark brows in question as a smirk curled at the side of your mouth.

“You want me to answer that honestly?”

“If anyone tortures anyone around here, it’s you.”

“Me? What the hell-”

You giggled as you pressed a finger to Frank’s mouth, leaning in to kiss his nose gently.

“Relax. I won’t torture you, I promise.”

Frank glared at you insincerely as your grin spread across your cheeks, letting out a deep exhale as he let his head fall back against the headboard.

“It’s gonna be a fuckin’ musical, ain’t it.”

“It’s not…technically a musical.”

“For fucks sake.”

“You promised you’d watch Moana with me months ago!”

“Alright, alright. Fine. Go put the damn thing on.”

As you queued up the movie and waited for Frank on the couch, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling when you heard him grumbling to himself in the kitchen. His fingers aggressively tapped on his phone’s screen as he dialed the number to Lombardi’s, muttering a few swears and an exasperated fuckin’ Disney before placing your order. As he took his seat beside you on the couch, you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, pulling away slowly with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Frankie. I love you.”

“I love you, shortcake. Always.”

#frank castle #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle fic #frank castle request #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher request

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Roxy: putting a webpfile thru a converter to turn it in2 a png is like curin a zombie villager n minecraft

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #roxy lalonde #mod terezi #free them from these accursed shackles my lord roxy

[justlucygraybaird]

Romeo and I are visitin’ @s-plinth at the hospital 🫶 Good for you my baby’s kisses are better than any curin’ medicine, so you’ll be well in two days or such. I think they are best friends now :)

#lucy gray baird rp #tbosas rp

[revenant-coining]

Medical-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles

[pt: Medical-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles /end pt]

requested by 🧹 anon

Names: Gauzem, Nurse, Doc/Doctor, Medi, Cure, Telu/Specula, Patiente, Infirmum, Aeger, Sana, Medeor, Remedium, and Cura

Honorifics: Aid, Gze, Nrs, Doc, Dctr, Ptnt, Med, Pll, Sck, Ill, Hl, Cre, 🦠, 🩺, 🩻, 💉, 🩸, 🩹, 🩼, and 💊

1stpp: (i/me/my/mine/myself)

ba/band/bandage/bandageine/bandageself

ga/gau(z)/gauze/gauzine or gauzeine/gauzeself

nu/nur(s)/nurse/nursine or nurseine/nurseself

do/doc/doctor/doctorine/doctorself

di/do/doc/docine/docself

pa/pati/patient/patientine/patienself

medi/me/medic/medicine/medicself or medicineself

pi/pil/pill/pilline/pillself

si/sic/sick/sickine/sickself

i/il/ill/illine/illself

he/hea/hea;/healine/healself

cu/cur/cure/cureine or curine/cureself

🦠/🦠e/🦠y/🦠ine/🦠yself

🩺/🩺e/🩺y/🩺ine/🩺yself

🩻/🩻e/🩻y/🩻ine/🩻yself

💉/💉e/💉y/💉ine/💉yself

🩸/🩸e/🩸y/🩸ine/🩸yself

🩹/🩹e/🩹y/🩹ine/🩹yself

💊/💊e/💊y/💊ine/💊yself

3rdpp: (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

band/aid/bands/aids/bandaidself

bandage/bandage/bandages/bandages/bandageself

gauze/gauze/gauzes/gauzes/gauzeself

nurse/nurse/nurses/nurses/nurseself

doctor/doctor/doctors/doctors/doctorself

doc/doc/docs/docs/docself

patient/patient/patients/patients/patientself

medicine/medicine/medicines/medicines/medicineself

pill/pill/pills/pills/pillself

sick/sick/sicks/sicks/sickself

ill/ill/ills/ills/illself

heal/heal/heals/heals/healself

cure/cure/cures/cures/cureself

🦠/🦠/🦠s/🦠s/🦠self

🩺/🩺/🩺s/🩺s/🩺self

🩻/🩻/🩻s/🩻s/🩻self

💉/💉/💉s/💉s/💉self

🩸/🩸/🩸s/🩸s/🩸self

🩹/🩹/🩹s/🩹s/🩹self

💊/💊/💊s/💊s/💊self

Titles:

the one who treats patients

the medical professional

the nurse

the doctor

the patient

the one covered in band-aids

the one covered in bandages

the sick one

the ill one

the one who needs medicine

the one who needs to be healed

the one who needs to be cured

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@pronoun-arc , @solarpupz , @reveningcontent

#1stpp #3rdpp #long post #requested #medical mention #🪼 creations #category: lists #category: honorific lists #category: name lists #category: pronoun lists #category: title lists

[tabeojacafe]

Story mode artwork for Curine.

#tabe-o-ja #tabeoja #タベオウジャ #tabegami #タベガミ #curry

[shy-girl04]

Like a sentence of Death

I've got no options left

I've got nothing to show now

I'm down on the ground, I've got seconds to live

And you can't go now

'Cause love, like an invisible bullet,

Shot me down and I'm bleeding

Yeah I'm bleeding

And if you go furious angels will bring you back to me

Will bring you back to me

You're a dirty needle

You're in my blood and there's no curin' me

Yeah

And I want to run, like the blood from a wound

To place you can't see me

'Cause love, like a blow to the head,

Has left me stunned and I'm bleeding

Yeah, I'm bleeding

And if you go furious angels will bring you back to me

Yeah,

You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs

And there's no saving me

Yeah

And I can't get up

From this wet crimson bed that you made for me

That you made for me

'Cause love, like a knife in the back

Cut me down and I'm bleeding

Yeah I'm bleeding

And if you go, Angels will run to defend me

To defend me

'Cause I can't get up

I'm as cold as a stone, I can feel the life fade from me

Yeah

I'm down on the ground, I've got seconds to live

And what's there that waits for me?

Oh, that waits for me

'Cause love, like a sentence of death's left me stunned

And I'm reeling, yeah I'm reeling

And if you go furious angels will bring you back to me

Rob Dougan

#lyrics #words #furious angels #rob dougan #alternative / indie #music #Youtube #Spotify

[chocolatepot]

Tagged by @emi--rose! Rules: Share the first lines of your ten most recent fics and tag ten people.

It had all been a dreadful mistake. (From We're Lost Out Here In The Stars, Good Omens, WIP.)

As a little boy, Stede is entranced by his soulmark: a vivid bird-of-paradise flower splashed across his ribcage, orange as flame and shades of iridescent blue. (From Bird of Paradise, OFMD.)

Muriel had never expected to go to Earth. (From The Crow Road, Good Omens.)

It had been a lovely day. (From with the dust of the stars in her eyes, OFMD.)

Crowley did not like picnics, as a rule. (From One Date, Good Omens.)

“Anyway,” said Stede briskly, handing the invitation back to Frenchie, “it says ‘Sir Godfrey Thornrose,’ and neither of us is a sir, so …” (From Fiftieth Ficlets (A Miscellany), OFMD.)

It had certainly been an ordeal. (From An Officer and a Gentleman, or, All Kinds of Situations, OFMD.)

There was something in Marial that could never be still. (From Fiercely, The Great.)

Stede returns much more quickly than Ed could ever expect. (From Momentum, OFMD.)

It hadn’t been a big ship, but Ed had been able to see even at a distance that it would have rich pickings. (From it's a good day for curin' your ills, OFMD.)

Tagging (and apologies for retagging if that happens): @oatmilktruther, @wistfulcynic, @nostalgia-tblr, @chaotic-neutral-knitter, @amuseoffyre, @menaceanon, @appleteeth, @mia-ugly, @downstarr, @bizarrelittlemew!

#my fic #ofmd #good omens #the great #writing meme

[thecolorsfucked]

I DIDNT KNO WHAT I WAS INNN FORRRRRRR WHEN I SIGNED UP FOR THAT RUNNNNNN THERES NO WAY IM CURIN CAAANNNCER BUT ILL SWEAT IT OUTTTT

i feel so proud now

for all the good ive done 🥲

[the-time-lord-oracle]

Cros-ny-Curin station in the RWS and TV series, and it's real life inspirations. The RWS incarnation of the station is based on Rhydyronen station on the Talyllyn Railway, while the TV series incarnation is based on Welshpool Raven Square station on the Welshpool & Llanfair Light Railway.

#thomas the tank engine #the railway series #skarloey railway #TTTE series 4 #talyllyn railway #welshpool & llanfair light railway

[picturesandopinions]

#rosendal #Curine #sailboat #Hardangerjakt

[sheriff-t-money]

"...wait wait wait caleb me and kaylee used my blood to cure them with Laura's help " the white haired boy got on his knees "please don't h-hurt me I'm afraid I'm scared ...and I'm tired..... i i just want to be treat like a normal kid!"

@silas-dogboy

@silas-dogboy

The beam from the flashlight hovered between the boy's face and left shoulder . . . near the heart. And where the beam touched . . . the bullets would follow. His aim was steady, only wavering slightly when he exhaled.

Six years. Six fucking years and then some. His finger rested near the trigger but never touched it. First lesson in the Police Academy. Don't touch the fuckin' trigger unless you're ready to shoot.

Travis was the picture of calm. His body was rigid, alert, expression in its usual stoic, statuesque, brood. But his mind was running a thousand miles a minute. What the fuck did he mean the kids and Laura had used his blood to cure them?

"You ain't a normal kid," Travis told him. He took a step back to widen the spread should he fire. "Now, explain. Fast. What the fuck do you mean they're cured? Your blood ain't for curin'. Only destroying."

#travis hackett [a good boy] #asks answered [this is an interrogation] #silas-dogboy

[auntbibby]

extremely rare character design of a woman who is fat But Somehow Does Not Have Extremely Wide Hips

if u draw a character like this u r curin my dysphoria

#transisbeautiful #trans pride #body positive #body positivity #all women are beautiful #all women everything #character design #illustration #chubby #fat #fat belly #art #soft belly #transgirls #transbians #transformation #tf #realistic #realism #design #furry art #fursonas #ocs #original character #transfem #trans women #non passing #real women have curves #thicc hips #curvy hips

[hollowait]

Recently got into FL Studio trying to make music that feels like the first major location within my story that I call Lisid Fell. It is pretty short and barren only about 8 bars, but I'm still learning :D

Dev Plata is a deindustrializing mining and manufacturing city in the far north of Kapiline. The story initially focuses on a family within the city as they grow up amidst a series of tragedies. Meli, the families oldest daughter, watches how her family shifts after her mother disappears and her father becomes unable to preach due to inner conflicts within the city. Meli stares at the curin, her father's place of worship, and sees an orpiment paint spread across its walls.

I wanted this song to be longer but I didn't really know how to fill it in, but I also wanted the instrumentation to be a bit moodier to fit the cold atmosphere, but with some hope in the instrumentals because of what the city once represented. Kinda like a ghost track for a city.

#urban fantasy #wizard #my music #work in progress