#!gsw | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nerdpoe · 3 months

Text

For an Op, Jason goes undercover at a college. He goes all out, actually signing up for classes and getting a dorm with a (shudder) roommate. Then he proceeds to have a nightmare during a thunderstorm and shoots the poor roommate.

He stares at Fenton.

Fenton stares back at him, wide eyed and shocked. Blood is starting to stain the front of his shirt.

"It's okay," Fenton says, voice strained as he clearly tries to stay calm. "It's okay, this isn't the worst thing I've had. I have a med kit in the closet, and I can do my own stitches; no one has to know."

Jason can't say anything. He's too busy staring at the blood.

It's red, until the lightning starts to fade and the glowing green flecks make themselves known.

He looks up into Fenton's eyes, and vibrant Lazarus green stares back at him.

He may have just found a bigger problem than pinning down the supplier of a new drug.

#writing a prompt to combat my rampant imposter syndrome #dpxdc #dcxdp #phanfic #story prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #gsw tw #gun shot wound tw #blood tw #stitches tw

5K notes · View notes

nyaagolor · 8 months

Text

Good morning I’m thinking about the von Karmas and gunshot wounds. Contrary to popular belief, in most cases you don’t really want to take out a bullet unless you absolutely have to, since digging around in there causes more soft tissue damage and opens more possibilities for infection. One of the few places that bullets are almost always taken out, ironically, is the shoulder. Shoulders have a lot of important junk in them, and over time, the bullet crushes, tears, and destroys what’s around it, leading to nerve damage, loss of function in the arm, chronic pain, etc etc. It's kinda like shoving a rock in a really delicate machine and leaving it rattling around in there. Even if the wound itself was minor, the act of leaving the bullet in just steadily makes things worse If a bullet is removed from a non-complex gunshot wound to the shoulder, it’s not uncommon to get all your function back with minimal pain within months. If you don’t, the bullet just quite literally tears you up inside for the rest of your life And ain’t That a fun metaphor

#franziska von karma #manfred von karma #ace attorney #unrelated but based on dialogue I think both of their GSWs were low velocity from a .22 handgun. Just based on their injury presentation #intra-articular and with no vascular / nerve damage i would think. Prolly no fracture #manfred might have had complications he's hiding well bc that man should NOT have good arm function. but idk #mod vex #I have so many thoughts about the von karmas and those GSWs. Too many

1K notes · View notes

anigst · 8 months

Text

Detective Conan - Ep 118

#detective conan #dcmk #heiji hattori #long time no heiji whump #anime whump #whump #whump gif #shot #gun shot #concern #honestly sad that we dont see much of the gsw #but its okay #heiji heavily breating #and heiji's beautiful face are enough for me #whumpedit #My posts

527 notes · View notes

just-here-for-the-whump · 6 months

Text

Leverage 5x9 The Rundown Job

#leverage #eliot spencer #christian kane #alec hardison #parker #whump #injury #shot #gsw #sheer epicness

240 notes · View notes

saintmichale · 6 months

Text

My Whump-o-ween gift for @theartistswings 🖤 sorry for shooting our boy at point blank range

#varian and the seven kingdoms #vat7k #modern au #varian #hugo the human #varigo #gun violence #gsw #blood tw #tangled the series #varian tangled #digital art #my art #illustration #comics

257 notes · View notes

unmanageably · 2 months

Text

@warriors: Art in The Garden

#steph curry #golden state warriors #nba #stephen curry #gsw

77 notes · View notes

quisters · 3 months

Text

Now that I work in a shock trauma unit, Malevolent is starting feel more and more like this scene:

#malevolent #medical inaccuracies #*slaps arthur* this bad boy can fit so much blood #can we just talk about infections #let’s talk about infections #my GSW patients when Arthur just walks it off: 👁️👄👁️#arthur lester

108 notes · View notes

theflyindutchwoman · 8 months

Text

Can you spot the difference? 👀

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #1.01 #5.05 #5.19 #The way he shows off his scar on that last scene always cracks me up #We're talking about the man who acted like his GSW was no big deal #Who was more pissed at getting shot than anything else #Who didn't want to fuss about it #And now look at him...#I guess he doesn't mind when it's Lucy doing the caring!#She really is different

93 notes · View notes

sunlightandsuffering · 19 days

Text

Feminist and The Fratboy AU

THEORETICALLY, I COULD WRITE MORE BUT AS OF RN I KIND OF LIKE HOW IT'S ENDED AND STUFF?? it's not as smutty as i wanted but y'all i really think this is the essence of them, feminist mikasa and fratboy eren WE DO LOVE

She’s sitting in his room, lazily turning herself in loops on his desk chair, spinning around over and over again. And isn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

And yet here she fucking is, in the bedroom of one Eren Yeager, expecting it to play out differently than it has the hundred or so other times she’s been in this exact position.

Her socked foot taps against the edge of his desk once more, giving her the momentum she needs for one more spin– but she’s stopped.

Eren is glaring at her, his own foot wedged harshly between her and the desk, “No more.” She winces, definition of fucking insanity.

“I should go,” Mikasa tells him, sitting up from the comfort of her swivel chair, she should at least pretend she wants to leave, that she has some dignity. “No, we have to work on our gender women’s studies assignment, I need a good mark if I don’t want to worry about the final.” Mikasa glares at him miserably, slumping back into the comfort of the plush high-backed swivel chair, the one she is sure is used for all too much video gaming, “You could, you know apply yourself, that might help.” Eren shoots her an unimpressed look, “Why would I do that when I have an angry little feminist at my beck and call.”

This time she stands up, fully intending to leave, but Eren shoves her back, his foot on her thigh, dumping her right back into her chair, “Relax, Miki, I didn’t mean it.” Debatable.

She quirks an eyebrow at him, irritated, and a smirk tugs at Eren’s lips, those smug, full lips that she loves to kiss way too much, he’s so fucking irritating.

“Don’t be so sensitive.” She could murder him right now, in cold blood, and ruin his mother’s perfectly beige carpet.

For a moment she considers it, her eyes flickering toward the butter knife, lying innocently on the dirty plate on his desk. It’s probably from before she got here, when Mama’s boy eating his dinner at his desk, like a fucking king.

Her face twists into a scowl and Eren’s smirk blooms into a full-on grin, but he must sense her rage because he puts his hands up in surrender, just before she can make a grab for the dull silver of the blade.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” he kicks her affectionately, and she comes back to herself, stops contemplating murder, just three words from him and it’s over, her brain a puddle of mush, “You know I love my angry little feminist.” “Fuck off.” He’s practically beaming now, man spreading wide from his seat on the bed and Mikasa turns to glance over at her notebook, the list of prompts for an essay they need to write.

“What do you think chivalry is?” Mikasa reads aloud, picking up her pen to tap against the desk, she looks up at Eren curiously, awaiting an answer from the very antithesis of feminism himself.

“Get on your knees.”

He says it with such authority, such confidence that she’s already moving to obey before she stops herself, hands clutching the armrests of her chair.

“What?” He doesn’t elaborate, simply jerks with his chin, repeating himself, “Get on your knees.” Mikasa hates herself for following his directions, feels like a fever dream as she drops to her knees, only to find herself looking up at him now from between his legs, that dark feral smile on his lips.

For a moment, it’s quiet, and she simply sits there, her breathing quick as she tries to figure out his angle, and looks up at him through long dark lashes, coated in the most carefully applied mascara, a layer so thin it doesn’t look like she’s wearing it at all.

Because despite her rabid dislike of him, she’d wanted to be pretty, to affect him in the same way he does her, for his heart to skip a beat, his breath to come a little faster. Her heart is galloping in her chest as she looks up at him, the tense set of his shoulders, the complete and total fucking power he has over her, on her knees between his legs, looking up at him, awaiting her fate, her pretty face inches from his cock.

His hand moves and she flinches, expecting what, she doesn’t know, but his touch is soft, his smile still dark, eyes glazed over with something she can’t name, lust, desire, power?

Carefully, he traces a hand over her face, his thumb brushing over the hollow of her cheek, before slipping up to catch her bangs. He gathers her hair back, tucking it from her face with soft reverence, his other coming up to catch any stray strands.

He tangles his right hand through the silky strands of her, knotting it at the base of her skull so he has a firm hold, his other hand tipping her chin up roughly. His voice is gravelly as he speaks, evergreen eyes hooded, “Chivalry is holding your hair back while you suck my cock, Miki.”

Her mouth parts, from shock, or an unconscious desire, she doesn’t know, and the wicked smirk on his lips grows. He drops her chin to tug his sweatpants down, his dick jerking up as he’s released from his confines, no boxers because of course he’s not wearing any. He slaps against her cheek lewdly, a drop of pre brushing against her mouth as he lines himself up, resting comfortably against her cheek.

She’s entranced, watching as he gives himself an experimental stroke, even his own hands not enough to grip his cock completely, an inch or so left out, the thick length of him daunting against the delicate lines of her face.

He’s an imposing figure as he jerks himself off, and Mikasa is caught, silver eyes enraptured. She takes her lower lip between her teeth, tasting the saltiness of his pre, her breath coming faster now, her head foggy with desire.

“To me Miki,” Eren continues, his voice a low rumble that has her staving off a moan as it settles over her, “Chivalry is keeping your hair out of your eyes so you don’t have to worry.” Eren yanks at her long raven locks, a slow almost painful pull, reminding her of the hold he has on her, the literal and metaphorical grasp he has, how she couldn’t shake him off even if she wanted to.

“So you can be a good girl and focus on sucking me off.”

He gives her hair another experimental tug, pulling her just a touch closer, just enough so that plump lips kiss against the hard length of his cock, saliva coating the obscene length of him, a sweet massage that she has no doubt he doesn’t deserve.

“That’s what I think chivalry is,” He looks down at her, smiling dark with mirth, almost gleeful as her lips part, the weeping head of his cock slipping into her mouth, unbidden, a movement all her own, “Wouldn’t you agree, Miki?” Definition of insanity, huh? Call her insane, then.

#lys's drabbles #GSWS EM #fratboy and feminist AU #eremika

35 notes · View notes

whenweallvote · 2 months

Photo

On par! ⛳🏌🏽‍♂️

Get a hole in one on YOUR voter registration by visiting weall.vote/register.

#steph curry #basketball #golf #warriors #golden state warriors #gsw #vote #voter registration #voting #register to vote

34 notes · View notes

nbasource · 8 months

Text

"Sometimes people make it seem like you have to have certain prerequisites or a crazy life story in order to be successful in this world. But the truth is you really don't." -Steph Curry

happy birthday nico! @captainson (in/sp)