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lawfulgoodsir · 29 days

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the screw tourniquet, the HICKEY knife, and 19th-century women in trades

I'll be adding to this post as I find more details.

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The same maker's mark decorates several recovered Franklin Expedition artifacts - including this tourniquet clamp recovered by Schwatka's 1879 expedition near Victory Point. (In this Petit-type model, a band would be threaded through the slots; the "screw" could turn, tightening the band around a limb, to stop circulation.)

("A Petit's-type wooden tourniquet screw clamp", Royal Museums Greenwich)

During the 2019 season, Parks Canada archaeologists observed another tourniquet clamp in the hold of the Erebus.

(I was slightly intoxicated when I first came across this image and thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.)

("This Petit-type tourniquet was documented during remotely-operated vehicle exploration of the main hold, below the lower deck. It almost certainly fell into the hold from above." - Parks Canada)

Because the artifact hasn't been recovered, I don't know the maker - I'd love to have a different angle on this photograph to see whether there are differences between the Schwatka tourniquet and the one currently in situ on the ship. (The thread seems longer on this one & I'm having difficulty visualizing the upper platform.) If this one also contains a Millikin maker's mark, that might indicate that expedition surgeons purchased multiples from the same company. If it's a different maker, that's exciting too - it could mean new leads on business records that might link certain surgeons to certain companies.

Astute observers and fans of the show may notice that another key artifact bears the same mark - the HICKEY knife introduced through John Rae's 1854 expedition. ("MILLIKIN 301 STRAND LONDON" is stamped on the blade.)

("Knife", Royal Museums Greenwich. Several other knives associated with the Franklin expedition are also labeled with Millikin's mark; they have been conveniently grouped in the museums' online database.)

So who was supplying these tools?

In most of the interpretive texts accompanying these artifacts, the authors identify John Millikin, surgeon's-instrument-maker, as the manufacturer. According to Dr. Brian Stevenson's biography entry, Millikin operated a business at 301 Strand from 1815 to 1833.

(William Battersby made a claim in 2009 based on this info that the HICKEY knife was a repurposed surgical blade - I disagree, as Millikin also advertised himself as a cutler at several points in his career. I'm intrigued by the fact that there are multiple different types of instrument sourced from the same manufacturer, though. I'm currently scouring the internet for more information on who was doing the buying.)

Dr. Stevenson's biography also reveals a potentially fascinating detail: that John Millikin died in 1833, leaving his business to his wife Martha. "...that my said Trustees shall permit my said Wife she remaining my Widow to carry on my Trade or Business of a Surgical Instrument Maker and to use and employ for that purpose such parts of my personal Estate and Effects as shall be then used or employed as capital therein..."

(John Millikin's will, sourced by Dr. Stevenson through ancestry.com. Highlights mine.)

Stevenson notes that Martha would move the business to 161 Strand "between 1844 and 1847" and would ultimately still operate it under her husband's name until her death around 1854. Obviously, things can be obtained secondhand - but if these artifact instruments were purchased new in that 1833-1844 window, there might be a chance that these naval officers interacted at 301 Strand not with John but with Martha Millikin, surgeon's-instrument-maker.

The world of nineteenth-century trades in London is a large one, and something in which I have absolutely no expertise, but I'm always curious as to the involvement of women in medical- and surgical-related businesses. At any rate, I think it might add yet another layer of complexity to the Franklin artifacts. :)

#the terror #histmed #cornelius hickey #i'm putting together some details that haven't been united quite yet - lots of information out there but existing in separate spheres #tourniquet #archaeology #woooo business history

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witchofthesouls · 3 months

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I'm curious about Tourniquet the Camien Nurse's Mentor/Parent. Cause there's at least some similarly to Tarn.

The level of professional wrath the Nurse and Nickel inflicted upon Overlord was just chef's kiss. I have to wonder what Tarn's response to the incident was.

The Pit was the Phase Sixer trying to even do, or was he just fucking around to find out? He certainly found out and not from a mech he expected.

Overlord is a giant, over-sized, weapon-packed cat that wants to toy with his Master's newest "focus." Megatron is focused on... whatever Tarn and nurse got going, so Overlord has to naturally insert himself into the mess.

The Phase Sixer didn't expect the little bird to have such a delightful bite.

So, Tourniquet has a warm and kind persona, inviting as a campfire or a temple's ever-burning oil lamps, but don't let that fool you. There's a sadistic, cruel streak beneath it.

And it's an absolute necessity as a Camien Healer.

Omph, I would have to really delve into my own lore of Camien society (and I will in another ask/post), but short list-wise between Tarn and Tourniquet: extremely capable hunters, well experienced in causing immense pain in their targets, highly committed sparks, deep-seated loyalty to their mission, and, in the Nurse's point of view, musically-inclined.

They share a similarity to use music to decompress and relax. Tarn with a variety of classical compositions and propaganda pieces in his office and musicals, lower-caste folk songs, and Underground Independents in his habsuite, while Tourniquet finds a way to a nearby choir or a bar with live bands.

Tourniquet had taught a small, not-yet-nurse of a traumatized sparkling, very simple hymns and canticles: Gloria and Embers of the Forge.

Tarn does enjoy the rendition of Camini Fair.

And Tarn was extremely unhappy in the aftermath.

There were three hysterical newsparks that couldn't be soothed for anything, and he had to cut (non-Megatron) meetings short. Tarn and Kaon are frazzled from the multiple tries to calm their neverending anxiety, nor any attempts to reach half of his unit was working.

Not only had Overlord prepare a communication blocker on the medbay unit, the Nurse immediately blocked their sparkbonds to negate any emotional transference. Sure, the newsparks didn't feel the pain of their carrier's arm getting twisted and ripped, but the gaping silence of a lively song had pushed them into a hysteria of fear and terror.

And seeing the damage on Nurse and the report on how they got one over the Phase Sixer? Tarn is absolutely furious and most definitely issues a Challenge after Overlord starts lingering outside the Peaceful Tyranny.

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tourniquet-turtlez · 3 months

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☆ introducing all the turtles for my tourniquet au! it came out a bit more colorful than expected butttt im happy to finally post it lolz (^_^)

✧ will post more info soon! so far here are the main boyz/turtz . . . if u have any questions feel free to ask or comment :P

♡ read more for da setting n plot!

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in the underground cities of southwest america, where yokai and fairies run amuck unbeknownst to the humans above, a family of mutants hide away in shame.

the family is seen as disgraceful either from previous mistakes or simply existing, depending on who you ask. the four siblings are set on finding out about their past, aiding their fathers condition, and stopping the source of mutations around the globe.

takes place around 20XX.

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thanks 4 reading!! (^_^)

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtle au #raphael tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt donnie #donatello tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #leonardo tmnt #tmnt raph #tourniquet

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m0ney · 1 year

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TOURNIQUET 2022FW*°:⋆ₓₒ

#tourniquet #fashion

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3m0n3rd · 3 months

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@tourniquet-turtlez

finished with Leo!!! I love lace smm 💙💙💙💙

#tourniquet #tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt au #tmnt leo #tmnt leo au #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo fanart #leonardo tmnt #leo tmnt #leonardo

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elisabeta-darling · 1 month

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Byyyyyeeeeeeeee

#tourniquet #mysuicide

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Maybe Not Always - Diluc

Author's Notes: This is such an old fic. This is quite literally one of the first Genshin fics I wrote. It's just been sitting, gathering dust in my to-post document since then. I'd almost forgotten it existed until I stumbled across it today. I do, however, remember doing research for this fic. Due to it's age, I have absolutely no clue about what I might have been listening to when I wrote this, if I was listening to anything at all. Anyway, reader is gender-neutral, as per usual, in this pic. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/platonic or romantic (whichever you prefer)/implied angst (kind of halfway, don't worry it's not bad)

Word count: 1879

Warnings: Injury/tourniquet

I huffed, stumbling forward slightly under the weight of the man I currently supported. As if in response, Diluc sighed as he pushed away from me to lean against a wall and rest, “You need to get home. I can make it the rest of the way on my own.”

I shook my head, straightening to better look him in the eye, “You won’t be making it anywhere very fast at all with your leg like that.” I gestured to his bloodied leg pointedly and he glanced down at it with a grimace.

I didn’t know exactly what had happened, only that the Abyss Order had been involved. The fact that he’d gotten hurt was alarming enough as it was, but the fact he’d been completely oblivious to my presence till I’d run over was even more so.

“How did they hurt you? You’ve never gotten hurt in the past,” Worry crept into my voice as I looked at his injured leg and he raised his head to look at me.

He frowned at my concern before shaking his head, “I just hadn’t expected that many. It looks far worse than it actually is.”

I all but scowled at him from where I now leaned against the wall opposite him. It was frustrating how hard he tried to keep people from helping him.

A part of me understood. Diluc did some dangerous things as the ‘Darknight Hero,’ but he couldn’t keep this up. He was going to have to hide his injury and do his work with no one noticing.

After all, an injury like that was bound to be questioned by numerous individuals. Especially since when he’d last been in the city as ‘Diluc’ he hadn’t been injured.

I rolled my shoulders as I pushed myself off the wall before extending a beckoning arm, “Come on, Angel’s Share isn’t far now. I should be able to help you get sort of patched up there.”

Diluc frowned, but didn’t object as he hobbled over to where I offered support. He did stubbornly hold up more of his weight than he should be trying to though.

I almost sighed at his efforts to keep from burdening me, but didn’t say anything. It was a miracle he was letting me help this much anyway. He’d tried to turn me away when I’d found him earlier.

I’d been on my way home from closing up the shop when I’d found him kneeling on the ground, hands pressed to his bloody thigh that had a make-shift knife sticking out of it.

I hadn’t asked for specifics, instead rushing over to help him. I’d been met with thanks and reassurances that he could handle it on his own. To his obvious displeasure I’d refused and assisted him to the best of my ability.

Perhaps the worst part of this trek through the streets was getting him to Angel’s Share without being seen. We had to take back alleys in order to avoid the patrolling Knight’s of Favonius who he refused to ask for assistance.

His argument was that they’d connect the dots or that Kaeya would out him to the rest of the knights. In reality, I think he just really did not want help, much less theirs. After all, he’d already tried to send me home three times.

He stumbled and let out a hissing sound, causing me to look over at him with unconcealed worry. His red eyes met mine, holding my gaze for just a few brief seconds before they darted away as if nothing was wrong, “It’s fine.”

I suppressed the now familiar need to sigh and instead looked forwards. The path that led towards Angel’s Share was welcoming as my eyes found the very building we’d been headed towards, “Look, we’re almost there.”

I watched through my peripheral, hardly able to keep the smile off my face as he looked forward and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

I carefully led him over to one of the tall stone walls that encircled Mondstadt and let him prop himself up. Soon I was listening to his calm directions that led me to the hidden key for the back door.

“Okay, come on,” I looped his arm over my shoulder and maneuvered him into the darkened room. Pushing the door shut with my foot as he released me to instead support himself against the wall as he eased himself onto a stool.

I flicked on the light before looking down at him, “Where are the bandages?”

His eyes slowly shifted up to meet mine before he glanced off to the side and pointed, “Top shelf, over there.”

My eyes followed his pointed finger and I fought back a grimace as I beheld an impressively sized cabinet.

Stool it was then.

As soon as I could reach it I nabbed the box marked with the red cross on it and walked over to where he sat. Ignoring the way his eyes followed my every movement, but never betrayed his thoughts.

“I’m going to have to pull the knife out, so this is gonna hurt.” My eyes flicked up to meet his as I braced myself, “As soon as it’s out I’ll have to apply pressure which will hurt even more. Ready?”

He inhaled slightly but nodded, his eyes not leaving mine until I broke eye contact by looking down.

I would have far preferred to leave the knife in to block bleeding and get Barbara’s help but he’d already shot that idea down. Twice.

I was surprised by how quickly it all happened once I got started though.

One second the knife was in his leg with me gripping the hilt and then the next it was out, laying on the floor where I’d dropped it. I applied pressure to the wound that blood was now flowing freely out of, gritting my teeth as I did everything I could to slow the gushing.

He let out a pained grunt and my eyes flicked up to his face before zipping back down to his leg. I hurriedly grabbed cloth from the box and started stuffing the wound while also trying to keep pressure on it.

I grimaced in sympathy as I quickly finished my work. Applying a tourniquet so we could get him home where more skilled hands, like Adelaide’s, could handle the rest.

“Are you…?” I stopped myself before I finished the question.

He was not alright. He was in incredible pain and had somehow kept himself from screaming bloody murder through all that.

He inhaled harshly but nodded, somehow still feigning calm, “Thank you…” I almost grimaced again at his pained sounding words that gave away exactly how much that had hurt.

“Do you need to rest, or-”

I was cut off with a firm shake of the head, his red eyes now gleaming with determination as he at last succeeded in drawing a sigh out of me.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t rest. Diluc was one of the people who would keep pushing himself to the very moment he shattered into a million pieces.

That was why I stayed with him no matter how many times he tried to distance himself. At the very least I could work at keeping all of the tiny pieces in place and prevent him breaking.

“Come on then. We need to get you home anyway.” I glanced down, looking at my hasty work with a frown, “That won’t be enough, but it’ll last for the trip. Adelaide should be able to handle the rest.”

He nodded in stiff agreement, but I was already puzzling about how to get him back to his manor. Limping there wasn’t an option, we’d never make it before dawn and he definitely needed rest.

“Do you have a wagon or something we can use?” His eyes met mine with a unique exhaustion and that was answer enough.

“I’ll ask the knights-”

“No.” His answer was swift, but hardly well thought out.

I stood, crossing my arms and glaring down at him, “We have to get you home and you said Kaeya already knew about your ‘secret identity.’ We might as well ask the knights for help so that you won’t get an infection and will actually be able to walk in the future.”

He almost scowled at me but I let out a huff, more annoyed than impressed by his irritation.

“I know you don’t like the knights, but you’re just going to have to deal.” I turned, getting ready to head out into the street and flag down a patrolling knight only to get stopped by Diluc’s attempt to stand that had me turning and sitting him back down.

One of his hands grasped my arm, holding me in place with ease as he firmly held my gaze, “Fine. But… But make sure you get Kaeya…. Anyone else might-”

I nodded, wishing that I could find it in me to be soothing, but finding it difficult to actually do so as I responded. “Yes, yes I know. Anyone else might figure out your secret. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get Kaeya.”

He nodded at my reassurance, noticeably relaxing and at last allowing me to slip outside and onto the street so that I could glance around.

I spotted one of the armored men in the distance and raised my arm, “Sir!”

He whirled like he’d been shot as soon as I shouted but came trotting over immediately, “Yes, what do you need Ma’am?”

I almost grinned as I recognized the man. Miles. He would be perfect for the job.

“Miles, can you go get Kaeya? He is needed at Angel’s Share.” I watched the determined look leave the man’s eyes as he sighed.

“I see, a bill to be settled. Very well, he will be here shortly.” I watched as he turned and trotted off, letting out a sigh of relief as he disappeared.

Saved by Kaeya’s alcohol habits and bad reputation. Who would have thought?

I went back into the tavern and Diluc immediately looked up as I entered. “Miles is getting Kaeya now. He assumed that our beloved cavalry captain had a bill to settle. Your secret is safe.”

Diluc managed an amused grin and nodded at me, “Good.” He fell silent, looking off towards the door, faking patience as we waited for the knight to come.

He shifted on his stool, wincing with motion but looking back towards me, “Again, thank you. This could have been much worse if you hadn’t found me.”

I nodded, a grin making its way onto my face, “Not a problem, can’t have Mondstadt’s one and only Darknight Hero out of commission, now can we? If nothing else Donna would be crushed.”

She wouldn’t be the only one, but I kept that thought to myself. No need to guilt trip the poor man when he was taking the time to thank me for my assistance.

Diluc’s frown was almost immediate and I snickered as he deadpanned, “Don’t call me that.”

I smiled at him warmly, despite what a pain he’d been I was been relieved that Diluc was okay, “I guess the Darknight Hero doesn’t always work alone?”

I was met with a wry grin, “Maybe not always.”

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how-much-for-a-whump · 1 year

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In aller Freundschaft - Die jungen Ärzte Folge 84 (1 | 2)

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impala-dreamer · 4 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter One

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

Please see MASTERLIST for full info/warnings/chapter links.

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All The Damage That This Dark World Does

It had been raining on and off for days and the ground was little more than a muddy expanse that swallowed up the soles of their boots like quicksand.

The forest was dark and the air rang loud with the requiem of nature. Birds sang low and sad; branches crackled underfoot. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled and the hunters froze. Each set of ears turned towards the sound and eyes darted about while tired minds calculated distances.

Bobby’s gruff whisper broke through the rain’s symphony. “‘Bout a half a mile east.”

Dean nodded and Y/N squared her shoulders.

“And where’s the rest of them?” she asked, tone a little harsher than it needed to be as she glared at the old man.

Dean shot her a look but she didn’t flinch. Mary shifted uncomfortably between them, not wanting to get involved.

Bobby adjusted his cap and shrugged. “Gotta be close. They’re hunting us as sure as we’re hunting them.”

She sighed. “So which way do we go? I’d rather not run right into the pack.”

Dean cleared his throat and cocked a brow her way. She wasn’t going to let up and he knew it.

“Why don’t we split up,” he suggested, looking at Bobby and his mother. “You guys go south, we’ll keep heading west.”

Mary nodded. “OK. Just stay safe.” She smiled and Y/N half returned it.

Bobby huffed. “You two be careful and holler if you get in trouble.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and set off before Dean could spin around.

“Why are you such a bitch to him?” he asked, easily catching up to her with his long stride.

“You know why.” She swatted at a low hanging branch and groaned. “That’s not Bobby and it’s fucking creepy.”

Dean laughed at her. “It is Bobby-”

“Not my Bobby.”

He sighed. “You get used to it.”

“No thanks.”

Another howl, this time closer and followed by another.

Y/N stood still and tall, listening with her entire being. Dean came up behind her and she held a finger to her lips, ordering him to be silent.

The earth was damp. The fallen autumn leaves were too wet to make a sound, but she heard the squelch of mud as a creature ran through it. The being gained speed, and the wind picked up, chilling their faces as sure as the adrenaline prickled their skin.

She nodded towards his right and Dean raised his pistol, gripping it tight and following the line of sight into the dank woods. He squinted and a mess of black, matted fur moved behind the trees.

“Shit.”

Y/N flipped off the safety on her gun and steadied herself. She took a breath, gave him a wink and set off to the left.

He knew her well enough to understand the plan without conversing, and Dean moved off to the right. They’d wrap around in a circle and meet behind the beast, hopefully catching it off guard and raining silver down upon it.

It was a good plan. Solid. Proven.

Y/N moved swiftly through the trees, careful to tread lightly through the muck and avoid the fallen soldiers of the wood. The rain picked up and with the distance now between them, she lost sight of Dean, but she wasn’t too worried. They were professionals, after all.

Another few yards and the tree line gave way to a clearing. Y/N wondered for a moment if she’d gotten turned around in the forest, but her internal compass told her she was going the right way.

A wolf’s cry made her sure.

The grass was tall and free, untouched by blades or trampled by tires. She pushed through the weeds and a flash of memory struck her.

The sweet smell of spring; the tickle of grass against her cheek. Rusted metal and chrome gleaming in the sun. The smell of burgers burning on charcoal. Perfect green eyes.

Y/N shivered at the sensory overload and blinked into the clearing. She was taller than the grass now and so much older than her days in the junkyard.

She took a deep breath and heard her name.

From across the field, Dean emerged from the trees and shouted her name. He spun his hand in the air and she cocked her head, staring at him, confused but smiling. He was just as beautiful as the first time she’d seen him, though a bit more broken down and tired.

Again, he yelled for her, and the slow motion world around her cranked back up to full speed.

“Y/N!”

She heard it then- the horrid, hungry growl. She smelled the dirt, the wetness. Felt the fear as her body tensed.

Y/N turned and the wolf attacked. She pulled the trigger but it only made the beast more aggressive.

Powerful jaws clamped down on her defending arm; razor claws ripped through her flesh. The wet ground accepted her body as they fell, the mud curled up around her as the grass gave way.

Two shots rang out and the wolf was hit. It reared back and leapt over her, gunning for Dean.

Y/N flipped over in the mud and tried to get up to help him, but her arms gave out and she sank down, her face cradled by the soft grass.

One more blast from the gun and she heard the monster fall. Boots splashed through the mud and she felt Dean’s warmth as he fell to his knees beside her.

Big hands turned her carefully and Dean scanned her face. Her eyes were rolling, her lips curled into the sweetest smile.

“No. No. No.” His bottom lip trembled as he peeled back her jacket and saw the damage. Her chest was torn, her stomach ripped open and gushing blood. He pressed his hand into her middle and she cried out.

Pain spread through her at his touch and then subsided.

She grabbed at his arm, wrapping her fingers around the canvas sleeve.

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.”

Her voice was quaking as badly as his hand and he closed his eyes, shook his head.

“No.”

She smiled, laughed a little. “Yeah.”

Again, he shook his head, refusing to let her go. “No.” He sat up a bit, craned his neck over the tall grass. “Bobby! Somebody! Help!”

Weakly, she lifted a hand to his face and guided his gaze back down to her.

“Hey. It’s OK.”

He raged inside. Grit his teeth. “It’s not OK!”

Blood rushed beneath his hand like a dam had burst on a river. Her skin paled, her eyelids fluttered.

His heart raced, breath quickened. “Please don’t. Don’t leave. Please.”

Her shoulders twitched inward and the pain returned. She cringed but kept her smile, unwilling to go out like some terrified victim, some damsel in distress.

“Dean…” She pet his cheek, wiped away a hot tear.

“Please.”

“Do you remember when we met?”

He chewed his lip, closed his eyes, and took a breath.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. Of course I do.”

Her fingers tensed on his cheek. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. You still are.”

“Don’t say goodbye to me, Y/N/N. You can’t.” He turned his face and kissed her palm, grabbed her wrist with both bloody hands and kissed her fingertips, kissed her knuckles, kissed every inch. “You can’t leave me.”

With her free hand, she tugged at the chain around her neck and pulled the necklace free.

“Here. Take this back,” she whispered, hardly able to spare the breath to speak any longer.

Dean gasped and dropped her hand, ran his fingertips over the old lug nut pendant. “You… you still have this? After all this time?”

She laughed painfully. “Of course I do, you idiot. I never take it off.”

He closed a fist around it and shut his eyes, trying to erase the tears and be strong for her. It was all ending and he knew it. She had just moments left and he couldn’t let her go without letting her know the truth.

“It’s my good luck charm,” she said under a harsh breath. She coughed and the taste of iron flooded her mouth. She swallowed it down and held on.

“Didn’t do you much good today.”

She smiled and closed her hand around his.

“I’ve always loved you, ya know. You… you were always it for me, Dean. Always. I’ve… I’ve loved you since that first day by the stream. I’ve never not loved you. I just need you to know that.”

He shuddered, sucked in an uneasy breath. “I knew, Y/N/N,” he confessed. “I always knew. I… I love you, too. So fucking much.”

Her eyes lit up for a second and she shook her head sadly. The tears broke free and refused to leave.

“Then why? Why didn’t-”

She couldn’t finish the words, but he understood.

He pressed his hand lightly to her forehead and smiled. “Come on. I’ve told you a thousand times, Y/N/N. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

He leaned down, held her cheek, kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips.

Y/N closed her eyes, safe in his arms, and felt the sweet pull of sleep yank at her limbs.

“Shut up, Dean,” she whispered.

He laughed gently.

She smiled.

He would be OK.

Dean stared into the fire, watching through bloodshot eyes as the flames licked at her silhouette.

Her necklace gleamed in the pyre’s glow and he closed his fist around it, holding it tight. Despite the heat of the fire, the metal was cold against his palm.

She was really gone.

She’d been there almost his entire life, always at his side when he called, always there to stitch him back together. But now she was gone.

He’d watched a hundred bodies burn over the years, said goodbye to every friend he’d ever had, but this was too much. There was a piece of him gone, a wound had been carved out of his chest that would never heal.

So many things he should have told her, so many times he’d taken her for granted. Guilt pulled at him and grief chewed at his veins. So many years wasted. So many nights he could have been alone with her, happy and loved.

The blaze burned hot, the wood crackled.

Dean stared silently, drowning in his pain. Forever the man she loved. Still the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

The boy with the green eyes.

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erggggggggg · 8 months

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absolutely obsessed with this song

#what i’m listening to #tourniquet #zach bryan #Spotify

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yourbrat · 8 months

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#music #tourniquet #zach bryan #shut up zach #brb #gon cry lol #Spotify

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witchofthesouls · 2 months

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Witch please tell us that tarn meets his father in law!?

The poor nurse is operating on the idea that you and Tarn will separate. Eventually. Sometimes, when the bitlets are mechlings (adolescents) and once they untangle the legal confusion of their marriage.

(Tarn is in a similar level of deep denial.)

Camiens have a lot of cultural roots from Seekerkin societies, so bringing the partner that shares coding with resulting bitties and/or claiming marks has deep familial connotations to extend/overlap the flocks. It doesn't help that you and Tarn are Resonants, which explains how the hell he was able to spark you up almost immediately after the first trio's emergence. People will be highly interested in that, especially when the union produces a clutch of femmes.

(Resonants are mecha parties with very deep spark compatibility, aka Camien version of soul mates. It's also a highly venerated trope in Camien media.)

Nurse was very unhappy and needed private garrotting and dissection time with Deadzone's head when you figured out Tarn has weird Daddy Issues with Megatron. You can't tell if it's a deep infatuation, he wants to be fucked, if it's a bitlet howling for a scrap of attention from an emotionally distant/neglectful creator, or some bizarrely godawful combination that could be a medical thesis.

You didn't just meet Tarn's boss. You met his father. It's a fact that keeps you awake at night as Tarn snoozes away with the bitties curled up between you and him.

Should a meeting happen, then Tourniquet would absolutely adore Nurse's little embers.

The spouse, though? Not so much.

Tarn and Tourniquet have mutual poor personal opinions but do have high professional respect for each other. They have a new game of digging into tender or festering spots under each other's plating. They would need buffers. Otherwise, they'll get competitively heated, and the verbal evisceration will escalate to full-blown brawl and property destruction.

Tourniquet's colleagues/friends will get a rant over "darling balefire's terrible taste in mechs!"

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