nothing is sexier than nosebleeds come ON
just got your mind probed by magic unfamiliar to you, mental shields and defenses torn down and all your worst memories resurfacing? pair that unfeeling glazed over eyes staring at the wall with a nosebleed.
got into a fistfight, consensually, for a little bit of fun? wrist wraps on, leaning against the wall you got thrown against, wiping the blood dripping down your chin onto your knuckles. take a breath, taste the copper, grin. go in for another round.
had a migraine all day, for reasons unknown? just splash cold water on your face, lean heavily against the sink, and stare into your own eyes as a river of blood starts to pour down your lips.
you can fight me on it but I'll win, and sexily, cause I'll have a NOSEBLEED.
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Shit.
He hates this. He hates everything about it. What a mess.
There is not much more annoying than this. Well, he can think of a few things for sure, his dad and his brother for example. They are more annoying than this but this is no less unnecessary, just for the record.
Shoto enters the dorm building, frantically grasping at his nose to keep the blood from dripping everywhere with only mediocre success. It#s just so much, it’s sticky and soaking into his sleeves and his collar, no matter how angrily he’s wiping at it, it just won’t stop.
Why did he get so angry about this? Why didn’t it just stop. Shit. He struggles to kick off his shoes, secretly hoping the common room to be empty. He doesn’t want to explain it. It’s embarrassing and stupid. He shouldn’t have let it come to this. Well.
With each step he drags the mess along, a couple droplets spilled here and there so his way through the living room, over to the kitchen sink is easily traceable like that. Great.
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Hi so I’m WILDLY fucking sick right now, my luck as it is. If anyone wants to come to my inbox to hang out it would really make my night. I love all of you <3
ALSO IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME ABOUT THE SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN NIGHT SANDMAN AU IVE BEN ROTATING IN MY BRAIN FOR THE PAST DAY ILL LITERALLY FUCKING KISS YOU (well maybe not dont wanna get anyone sick lol but like) PLEASE I AM DOWN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES ITHIS IS THE ONLY THING I WANNA TALK ABOUT RN
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I got a nosebleed for the first time in my life yesterday. I was playing around with my dog and then he accidentally headbutted me and hit my nose.
I just froze. One hand shooting out to grab and stop him mid-play while the other one hovered under my face, feeling how almost in slow motion big thick drops started to fall onto my palm. It felt like a surreal experience, the pain in my nose not bad but scary. Instantly thoughts of whether my nose was broken or not flooded into my head.
As humans, our bodies are somehow both really tought and very fragile. I don’t quite understand what dictates if it’s one or the other. It seems to be pure luck. I’ve seen people walk away from serious accidents without any serious injuries and people have been crippled or died from what you’d think was just a minor accident.
I called out to my dad who was in the kitchen cooking dinner, ass up putting something into the dishwasher. Dad, I called out with a shaky and surprised voice. He didn’t register that I wasn’t just still play-talking to my dog. Dad, I repeated, voice growing increasingly scared and frustrated as I felt more blood leave my nose in a way I haven’t experienced again. The third Dad I cut off myself, instead raising my voice and saying his full name as loud as I could manage. It finally got him moving and then he moved fast.
Tissue paper, checking the bridge of my nose to confirm it didn’t hurt and therefore likely wasn’t broken, ice wrapped in a dishtowel to numb the swelling and pain. He did also shout a bit at our dog, which I promptly scolded him for, blood and all, while I protectively wrapped an arm around the poor pup. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, we’d just been playing and the next second I was acting strange. But I also knew my dad hadn’t meant to raise his voice, it’s just his standard reaction to anyone getting hurt, and it has been since I was a little kid.
Then I sat there, on the floor in the middle of the living room, with ice in a dishtowel pressed to the top of my nose and tissue held under it, while my too-big dog climbed into my lap to try and comfort me while my dad rushed out to get the pan off the heat. I feel like I was rooted in that moment, the weight of my dog, the pain of my nose and the sounds of dinner. My first instinct upon being hurt was to call out for help, I’m sure that says something about me too.
I had a friend in school who got nosebleeds almost every other week. It didn’t take much to get his nose sprouting blood and I remember thinking it was odd I never got it, since we played a lot together. Climbing trees, running around, playing games, and yet never a push hard enough to my nose ever. Out in the stables with my horse, she’d give me more than a few nods that have occasionally caught my nose and nothing happened then either.
I was beginning to think that I was mostly immune. I had heard that once you got your first nosebleed, it would be easier to get it again. I’m not sure if that’s true. My dad said something about the blood vessels in the nose sitting so closely and close to the surface that the nose being smushed together is enough to make it bleed. I don’t know if that’s true either.
What I do know to be true is that bleeding is weird. Other than having dealt with a period for far too many years, most of my injuries have been small cuts or bruises. Nothing that caused blood to escape my body so quickly. It’s not an experience that I want to repeat any time soon, but still I can’t help but reflect on it. I am me, after all.
It’s kind of neat that even as we grow older and new experiences become rarer, you can still be hit (quite literally) with one when you least expect it. Life continues to be a path of growth and learning, and if it should happen again, I’m prepared this time.
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