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this one is a niche one but : bilingual caretaker trying to comfort whumpee and whispering in their mother tongue because they associate it with safety/warmth/home. hushed foreign words and gentle touches

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you mean to tell me that Eddie doesn't remember looking at Buck like this... a hate crime.

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Spam follows 2.0

Huh, now I don't get followed by tons of empty tumblrs anymore, I get followed by tons of random tumblrs that have exactly one random reblog on their blog. Anyone else noticed this?

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loved the fluid in lungs whumpy scenario, what about whumpy arrhythmia ideas?

I have one in mind, as I've recently found a new arrhythmia, or more so condition that caused arrhythmias, that I've taken quite a liking to (its called sick sinus syndrome)

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I want a resusee with a weak little heart, one that just barely flutters about, that wants to fade away into nothingness. I want them to just barely keep conscious, their faded eyes peeking through their lashes, watching me as I struggle to keep their heart going. I want to have to put my weight behind my sternum rubs as their eyes flutter shut, almost succumbing to their heart's continued struggle, earning small mewls and whines, the sight of a bared throat as they throw their head back in agony.

the rapid switches of their heart rate will blare alarms on the monitor, and I'll feel it as I hold my finger to their pulse point; their heart just barely lagging through bradycardia before stopping completely, throwing out a couple PVCS, before switching to tachycardia. I'll watch as their eyes shine with fear as they feel their heart struggle within their chest, their lip quivering softly, one hand weakly reaching for me while the other reaches for their aching chest.

I'll try and assure them that everything will be ok as they go through harsh flutter after flutter, as they cry out, as they beg for me to make it stop, but it'll be completely useless as the fear and pain gets to them, no sweet words or gentle kisses getting past it all, leaving them a wreck. their hands starting to scrabble at their chest as their heart throws more and more PVCS, risking disconnecting a lead or adding stress to their heart's already heavy load, so I'll have to bind their wrists to the gurney.

I want them to eventually lose consciousness as their blood pressure becomes unstable and their heart spends more time skipping than beating. I'll start beating it for them, ignoring the short, ineffective windows that it does beat on its own, and carrying on with compressions, relishing in their breathy cries as they float between hazy consciousness and complete unconsciousness.

as they get weaker and weaker, they'll stop trying to pull their own breaths even when I pause compressions to reassess their heart rhythm, and I'll have to lean over them, pressing my lips over theirs, filling their broken chest with my air over and over again until their lungs kickstart enough to pull in broken gasps.

I'll spend hours resuscitating someone whose body refuses to truly die, only taunting them with the agony of it. I'll fight their heart with drugs and shocks and compressions, trying to ease them through moments of tachycardia with hushed words, and urging them on with shallow compressions and sternum rubs when they get stuck in an unsteady bradycardia episode, until I finally win it over, getting it to at least stay in at least a stable bradycardia so I can pace it, filling my resusee with pain meds so they can finally rest after hours of going in and out, not knowing if they were truly alive or dead.

when they finally open their eyes, now free from a good portion of the pain and fear that once filled them, promising that its over, that they're safe now, that I was gonna keep my promise, I wouldn't let them go, pressing kisses to cold, sweaty skin and holding hands scratched raw from their hours spent in pain all the while.

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amazing.

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State Secrets Episode 1

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Pirate Islands ep 07

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Argh, so many people tried to follow me in the last days that have only ever liked stuff, never posted or reblogged anything. No profile picture, nothing. How about no? What do I get out of it? The number of followers anyone has here is totally irrelevant, nobody will be impressed by anyone else's number of followers because it's hidden. Reblog the good stuff! So if you don't, I treat you the same a a porn bot: Block. Bye.

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Re-Animator (1985)

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Daniel Jackson + Cam Mitchell 

Stargate SG-1 9.04 “The Ties that Bind”