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imthegayone · 7 months
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A Broken Rib (drabble)
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Summary: You broke a rib during a stunt, earning yourself a scolding by your girlfriend.
Warrnings: mention of bruising? and some errors (reread this maybe twice)
Author's Note: A small little drabble cause I wanted to get something out for you all but these wips are kicking my ass rn. Also this is inspired by an interview where Britney Snow (i think) broke a rib during a stunt where she had to ram against a car to break it's widow and a fic I read a bit ago were Jenna sprains her ankle at work when she's distracted by a video of reader. (sadly I can't find it or I'd link it) Hope you enjoy 🩵
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“You’re never doing that again.” Jenna reprimands a look in her eyes that says there’s no room for negotiation. However, it was an accident, you knew that and she knew that. The stunt was easy, even your manager agreed that you could ram yourself into the car for the scene. It didn’t stop Jenna from worrying though, the second she was told about your hospital visit a nervous pit settled deep in her stomach. 
“Jen.” You groan, you’re in need of sleep and just want to be held in the shorter girl's arms while you watch your favorite comfort movie. “Don’t Jen, me I’m not the one in trouble, you are.” Crossing her arms, you finally notice just how high her anxiety was. Understanding exactly how much stress someone could put themselves under when not knowing the condition of their loved one. You had experienced the same mounting fear when she sprained her ankle on set a year ago.
You sigh, never wanting to make her sick with worry especially when you were fine. “Baby, I’m okay. It’s one broken rib, plenty of people get broken ribs and survive.” 
“I’m just a little sore.” You add, prodding at the growing colors splayed across your abdomen. “And bruised.” Jenna mumbles knowing she’s not gonna get anywhere with you. You grab her hand placing it above your heart. “I’m fine. We got the shot, neither I nor Naomi need to redo it.” 
“She’s doing all your stunts from now on and I mean it.” Jenna gives you her best stern eyes but she knows you, you’re just like her when it comes to things like this. If you can do it yourself then why not? 
“You know I can’t promise that.” Jenna sighs knowing you’re right. She gently wraps you up in a hug, careful not to hurt you further. She’ll have plenty of time to scold you but for now she’d rather get you into bed to rest. “Just take it easy next time, okay? If you need a break, take one.” 
“I will. I promise.” Promising sincerely, your y/e/c eyes boring into her soft brown ones. “Too bad there’s not gonna be a scar though, I heard women love scars.” You tease, breaking the tension.
“Oh my god, please shut up.” Jenna says hiding her face in your neck at your embarrassing statement. Unable to contain her chuckle at your silly excuse for flirting. “I love you, even though you’re a reckless idiot.” 
“Yeah but I’m your reckless idiot.” 
Squeezing her tighter in your hold. “I love you too.”
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spaciebabie · 2 years
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Part 2
Start / Part 2 (you're here!) / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Aftermath
yeah sun you totally,,,,had absolutely nowhere else you could hide,,,,almost like,,,,you did this on purpose,,,,,,
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one-berzerker · 7 days
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You ever seen a crossover fanfic between two games you've never played, but you know enough about the source material(s) for the fic's premise to fascinate you?
I was browsing the Dead Space tag one day and stumbled across a fic that @constant-mason24 posted, where Connor from Detroit Become Human joins Isaac Clarke and the Kellion crew, for their repair mission aboard the USG Ishimura. It only has one chapter so far, but the brainworm infestation is strong.
What can I say? I like imagining Connor in a steampunk spacesuit. And him being newly deviated on the Ishimura, figuring out what it means to be alive as monsters try to tear him and his crewmates to shreds.
Also thank you to the lovely @prismatic-cannon for taking my commissions, and creating these pieces for me! I adored their DBH fanart back when I was lurking in that fandom, and I enjoyed working with them for this~
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space-battle-royal · 1 year
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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You lose the plot when discussing and fighting for minorities when you buy into the specific brand of (specifically christianity) "suffering is Divine, and the more you Suffer, the More Divine you are."
Suffering is suffering is suffering - when you choose to ignore a marginalized group's suffering because they are not suffering enough or are not "good victims," you have lost the plot.
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human-encounters-diary · 11 months
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Day 10
The Vitrichl has made the decision to have routine patrols guard the most vital parts of the ship. It is not entirely surprising that I was assigned to guard Sector 3 with the human.
The human was - surprisingly - quiet. It caused slight concern within me, as the human was never as silent as during this cycle. She kept rubbing the protective skin over her visual organ, as if something was irritating her.
After a silence that lasted too long, she finally opened her mouth, minimizing my concerns slightly. Firstly, she let out air harder than necessary, possibly a signal of distaste. Then, she asked: "Wanna play a game?", while raising the corners of her mouth slightly. "We are not allowed. We are in a high emergency situation and need to be on guard at all times."
"It‘ll be really quick, I promise!", she continued. As I did not want to anger the human, I decided on compromising: "I accept. I suppose one game will not lead to the immediate demise of the ship and its entire crew. As long as it is quick."
She bared her teeth at me for a moment, before scurrying over hastily.
"Alright, so, the rules are really simple", she said, taking what seemed to be a writing tool of sorts out of a non-visible crease in her clothing. She started drawing a simple register on the floor, and it resembled this:
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"Where I come from, we call this game 'Tic Tac Toe' ", Quinn continued. "So basically, each one of us gets a shape: I get a cross and you get a circle. The goal of the game is to get a row full of your sign. It can be horizontally, vertically or diagonally, but it cannot be broken by another shape, because then it won‘t count. The game stops when one of us wins or when all the squares are full without a winner."
"That is quite simple", I agreed. "Alright, you start.", she decided, handing me the writing tool.
I placed a circle perfectly in the middle of the board. Quinn sucked in air sharply while clenching her teeth, but otherwise did not seem visibly upset. She drew a cross in the down right corner. I drew a circle in the up right corner. She drew a cross below my original circle. I drew a circle in the down left corner.
"Boom. Congratulations, you won.", she informed me, and she seemed to be…happy. Her tone was light and her stance casual, her legs folded across each other in a seemingly painfully twisted way. Why would she be happy that I, her opponent, had beat her at her own game?
She took the writing tool, judging by density and appearance a piece of charcoal (a widespread substance, which is quite easy to find in most galaxies), and drew a line through my three circles. I was rather confused by this gesture. Was she denying my win? Was it simply to show that I had won this particular game? Was it a truce agreement? These questions stayed unanswered.
We both raised and Quinn seemingly tried to wipe away the drawings with her foot, but her efforts did not pay off. Eventually, she capitulated and we retook our positions. As we continued to patrol for the next few hours, no further conversations occurred, as the task at hand was of utmost importance. Although I did notice, that while the human did not speak anymore, her body seemed to be speaking for her. She was almost constantly shifting on her feet, walking a few steps before stopping again, and her hands seemed to have a mind of its own, touching everything near them, for example her fingers, nearby equipment and her clothing. What could be the reason behind this behaviour? Was she, perhaps, suffering from an illness? Was she bored again? 
I realized I would have to ask her to receive answers, but I decided to do that at an…more appropriate time.
Soon, the exchange team for the next shift arrived, and the human and I parted ways.
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cissa-calls · 1 year
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there is something inherently special about horror linked to spaces - and the haunting within them. How actions and creations within a space hold onto them, long after the people are gone and time has supposedly healed wounds. Something is never truly resolved because what happened can never be undone
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socksandbuttons · 7 months
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Bean Eclipse actually being SCARED of Sun's cats?
I dont imagine he would be. He's like one himself dbnjkd
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youcancallmenoob · 2 months
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Congrats! You have adopted a Klown baby from your work places trash!
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its-scoots · 11 days
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Orville Peck and Chappell Roan releasing a song while I’m crying in the club (my bed) is truly a blessing. Guess I’ll exist another day so I can enjoy these fucking bops.
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greyias · 4 months
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A run of weeklies or two to grab a bunch of gray items to throw at unsuspecting party guests? Check. The last known stacks in the galaxy of non-legacy bound snacks for sharing? Check. Inventory stupidly full? Check. Me and companion decked to the nines? Check.
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Aw yis. Ready to party. (On Saturday.)
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arewedoneyet · 4 months
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via jeffsatur @ instagram | 06122023
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uselessalexis165 · 9 months
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love that he still has no concept of personal space 💜
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doctorslippery · 2 months
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and comic books…and rpg stuff…and star trek…and star wars…etc, etc
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thenothlng · 8 months
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i finally did this oc meme.... SMILES it was SO much fun...thank u so much 2 oomfie who suggested doing this AUUUE bea bea bea love u forever
a color: outer space; a flower: baby's breath + forget-me-nots; an animal: crows; a scent: cherries; a song: "spellbound" by siouxsie and the banshees; a feeling: yearning.
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we-used-to-dream · 2 years
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So many alarms and sticky notes
Adhd is knowing that your brain may take notes on an Etch A Sketch, or carve them stone, without your knowing. 
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