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linusbenjamin · 28 days

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You keep telling yourself you have to do whatever it takes just until this is all over. But it isn't over. This is it. This is who you are and what this place is until the end.

#the walking dead #twdedit #twdgif #horroredit #maggie rhee #beth greene #rick grimes #daryl dixon #nikolatexla #gun tw #blood tw #death tw #beth's death was surely very sad but maggie's situation was even sadder than that...

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 10 months

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okay (cr. @/kth1)

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nahal0v · 1 year

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kissing batteries/killing kings

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cdyssey · 1 year

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It's that tiny, baby goat named Bruce being brown and furry, like the pelt Shauna Shipman wrapped her dead baby in.

It's the fact that it's a boy goat too.

It's her immediate and irrational fear—upon even hearing the word sacrifice—that she's going to have to kill the kid. The goat. The baby. This precious, innocent life in her care. Because everything she loves gets taken away from her, doesn't it?

All her fault.

Every last bit of it.

She can't have anything that she doesn't eventually hurt.

(And yes, it's about Jackie. It's always about Jackie, even when she swears that it's not. Jackie, her first victim. Jackie, her first love.)

(She's wearing her shirt in this episode. She's wearing her life in this whole damn series.)

It's her sitting alone in the woods, disassociating, triggered by a goddamn goat, and it's her utter panic when she realizes that he's missing.

It's Misty telling her, “Well, you’re not that innocent either.”

And it's her so bitterly replying, “Do you think I don’t know that?” as she frantically searches for Bruce, yet another living creature that she thinks she’s failed.

It's the tenderness with which she holds him when she finds him again, mothering him so gently. She tells him—this goat—that he's delusional and dumb if he thinks she's gonna hold him all day, but then she fucking does it! She holds him! She cradles him to her chest like a baby, and it's so lovely.

But it's so, so sad too.

Because it's her pleading with the barn worker to make sure that the goat is okay; she doesn't trust her ability to take care of him; she'll fucking lose it if he gets hurt in her care.

And it's this guy robotically replying, "The kid’s care is entwined with your own." And it’s the way that Shauna's pupils immediately blow, and we intimately understand—well before she tells Lottie—that she's thinking about that baby in the woods.

And she's thinking about Callie.

And she's thinking that if this much is true—if her ability to care for herself is the metric by which she can care for a kid—then, of course, her children are so totally fucked.

With her as a mother, they were doomed from the very start.

(Relatedly, it’s Melanie Lynskey saying in an interview: “I don’t think Shauna’s really disappointed in people. I think she’s disappointed in herself. She takes things out on herself, and she just feels kind of fundamentally unlovable.”)

It’s her confrontation with Lottie, which is charged with their fraught and bloody past, by Lottie's obsession with the wilderness baby, by the dream where the baby is cannibalized, by Lottie's willingness to become both Shauna's punching bag and martyr.

It's the tears that run down her face as she says, as she confesses:

"I’m not crying about the goat. I don’t really know, um, what’s happening right now. Um, I think it’s just that I’ve always kept my daughter, you know, Callie, like, at arm’s length. I think just out of fear that she would… die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. I don’t know. I try to tell myself it’s okay. That I’m safe to… to think of her as-as mine, you know, and to just be her mom. But I think something is broken, Lottie. I just can’t do it.

God, it’s how every line of this monologue is so fucking broken and raw. She told that bastard cop that she's just not very good at loving her daughter, and here is both the reason why and the brutal extent. In the woods, her baby died, but for just a brief moment, in the tantalizing spaces of that dream turned hellish nightmare, he lived. But then he died again; he was consumed; or was he?

No.

Abso-fucking-lutely-yes, but not in the way that Shauna could have ever conceived.

Because this is the idea that she can't think of Callie as her own when that first baby was never hers either.

Not really.

Our baby, Lottie had called him. He was their communal savior, their shining hope, their personal Jesus who didn’t live.

And Shauna's singular moment alone with him had been a cruel fantasy too.

It's her murderous rage at his death, the violence that such grief engenders in her, which in and of itself is an echo of Misty's Steel Magnolias monologue—the way she wants to hit someone until they feel as bad as they do.

It’s how she can't allow herself to love Callie completely because of her fundamental incapacity to discern reality from the nightmare. In the cabin, she accuses them all of killing her baby. Every goddamn day she fears that her daughter will die, if she even exists at all.

It's the panic in her eyes when she clutches the phone and asks Jeff if Callie is okay all the same.

Because that's her first instinct, her immediate assumption.

That something with her daughter is horribly wrong.

And that's the crux in the end, the horrible conclusion to all these frayed and tangled threads.

Something going wrong is the only reality that Shauna Shipman can ever reliably count upon. The entirety of her life is an open, gushing wound.

#shauna shipman #callie sadecki #s: yellowjackets #Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets spoilers #I am genuinely gutted by this entire episode #cannibalism tw #baby death tw #maggie blogs

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breezypunk · 1 month

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blood red visions.

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escapefromrealitysm · 1 year

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Survive

Alex Karev x Sister!Reader

Summary: After many years, Alex meets his little sister again under unexpected circumstances

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, accident, injuries, medically innacurate

Note: English isn’t my firs language, so I’m sorry if (when) you found mistakes.

It was hard to figure out Alex. If someone, she knew that the best from all. She was the closest to him, until they were separated to different foster family. That event unutterably shattered them. They were each other’s last promise of safety. That was ripped away from them, and there was nothing they could've done in order to stop that. Neither of them wanted a normal family if that meant that they have to go separate ways. But they had no voice in the matter. Was life ever fair though?

She wanted to be there for him, help him through his first heartbreak, celebrate his graduation with him. She wanted to cry on movies to have Alex laugh at her and maybe sometimes make him waffles.

At first they tried to keep in close touch, but the new forced family didn’t like their continous communication. So it was cut shortly. The only thing that helped them stay a bit connected was their last name.

Alex didn’t talk about his sister. Not in his personal life, nor in the hospital. Although these two sometimes interwined. His sister was ripped away from him and that was something he couldn’t really process since then. And even if he wanted to talk about her to his friends and collegues, even then he couldn’t because he hadn’t heard about her since. Above that it was many years ago so he thought she wouldn’t even want to hear from him. They both believed this crap. So life went on and neither of them tried to find the other.

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The ambulance just rolled in with another case for the Grey- Sloan Memorial Hospital. The paramedics opened the door and immidiately started talking and informing the medical team about the patient and her injuries. Car accident. Fast tachycardia. Internal bleeding. Head and chest injuries. Severe fractures. Collapsed lung. Based on the shared informations it was clear to Owen, Meredith and Pierce that the female on the gurney, in her mid 20s was deep in the woods. They found out that her identity is yet unknown but the scene investigators were going to inform them based on the ID found in the wreck as soon as possible.

The team of three wheeled the patient into the ER and their number was increasing with other nurses and doctors. They were in need of more hands.

„Somebody page Shepherd!” was heard the instruction.

„Okay honey, what’s your name? Can you hear me?”- asked Price while focusing on the stetoscope’s sound. She never got an answer. The girl was out again by the end of the question. The entire room was in a rush, trying to work against time and minimalise the damage what the woman’s body’s suffered.

„We need a chest tube, now!”- and with that Owen got to it.

A nurse suddenly rushed into the room with Amelia who already started to assess the injured person’s condition.

„We have a name, age, blood type…”

As soon as the nurse took in the reaction to her past sentence she realised it would’ve been better if she doesn’t share the information before the surgery. Everyone froze when they heard what was the name. Meredith looked up, and locked her eyes with Owen’s, frowning. Y/N Karev. Karev. That couldn’t be. It must be accidental.

The medical team had to recover, she didn’t have much time. They did the urgent examinations, and headed to the OR, quickly. Even though they didn’t know for sure that Y/N was indeed a relative of Alex or not, they felt some sort of extra pressure, what they had to shut out as the OR door closed.

Some time later in the OR there was so much blood and there was still so much to do. They started doubt if they could stop the bleeding and get to the next task in time. Pierce was worried about Y/N’s heart. Didn’t know if it could take such a pressure for too long. They have to get back if she stabilised a bit. Although Amelia’s stopped the bleeding in the brain, she wanted another scan just to be sure. After some argument between the doctors they decided to close her up and let her rest a bit in the ICU.

Let her rest. But who is she? Meredith although was tired, but had to find Alex. She'd hoped that it’s some kind of misunderstanding. She walked on the long hallway of the hospital, her eyes were scanning the area, she wanted to find Karev. Since it was dark outside, maybe he has finished with his shift and took off with Jo already. No, that wouldn’t be great.

Suddenly at one of the corners they bumped into each other, she'd found Alex.

„What?” - He instantly knew something'd bothered Mer. By how she carried herself, and the look on her face.

„You look like you just saw a ghost.” He meant this as a joke, but his friend didn’t reacted to it like that.

She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway, hell, she didn't want to have this conversation at all, but she couldn’t hold the question in anymore.

„You don’t have a sister who I don’t know about, right?”- she asked desperately.

Alex was staring at his friend. He was expecting almost everything just not this. Why would she ask something like this?

„Wha– what are you talking about?” he was now panicking. Why would she asked something like this in the middle of her shift. It didn’t make sence.

„We just had a surgery on a girl. Her name’s Y/N. With your last name. She isn’t…”

And that was the moment when she knew she didn’t need Karev to answer her question anymore. He already did with his reaction.

He couldn’t think for a moment. He felt like the entire hospital started spinning, while his stomach was growing smaller.

„Where is she?” He felt like his heart was beating almost against his skin tissues while displacing his lungs and ribs out of the way.

„She is in the ICU for now, but Alex…” – he didn’t hear what she said after, because he started sprinting to the stairs leading to the named place. No, this couldn’t be. Sometimes he played with the thought what’d it be like to see her again, to talk to her for the first time in years. He was sure he would be nervous, yes. But he was confident to say that he wouldn’t have thought in his worst nightmare that their reunion would be something like this.

At the nurse station he got the direction to the asked patient’s room. He stepped through the sliding door, and there was no doubt anymore. He was in his sister’s hospital room.

Inside the room there were still nurses adjusting the machines and take her last vitals, but slowly they’d finished for now.

He couldn’t believe what he'd seen. She was so broken. At the first sight he noticed her head was shaved and bandaged. She was attached to a ventilator, covered in bruises and scratches. In his deep thoughts he didn’t even realise that the nurses’d left as well as Meredith was already by his side.

He had to sit down, or else his legs were going to give out.

He didn’t have to ask. He could see that Y/N’s situation was pretty bad. But he wanted to know the details. All of them. Whats up with her brain, how are her organs and limbs and how was and is their oxygen supply? How bad was the bleeding, how many more surgery will be necessary? How many bones were fractured? And who the fuck did this to her? He couldn’t decide which one to ask first if he was going to find his voice.

The doctor and friend standing beside him knew that he would want answers to his unasked questions. So she started to listing out loud what had happened before and during the life saving surgery. Told him who are his sister’s doctors, in case he wanted to get some more info. He had found out that one of the most concerning injuries affected her brain heavily.

Meredith knew exactly how does it feel to watch somebody you love on life support. Hear the ventilator do its job. And even if it’s part of their everyday life as a doctor, it doesn’t prepare them for the case when its not a person whom they know nothing about. She knew there was nothing she could say or do that’d make this easier for him. So she just stroked Alex’s shoulder to let him know that she was there for him, whatever was going to happen and assured him that later she’d send Amelia in, to inform him with the specific details. With that, she left the room.

Alex didn’t know what’d happened to her since he wasn’t a part of her life anymore. He didn’t know why she was in Seattle, hell he didn’t even know if she was going to make it. But he knew for sure that he was going to stay by her side and there isn’t anyone who could debar that this time.

He wouldn’t admit but he was afraid all along that there would be silence after everyone left him alone with his sister. But there wasn’t. He heard the late night traffic of the city, the sirens from the surrounding streets, the machines in the room, and his sobs as well. Even if he only wanted to hear his little sister’s voice.

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #x reader #greys anatomy x reader #alex karev #alex karev x reader #meredith grey #amelia shepherd #maggie pierce #owen hunt #sister reader #car accident tw #fanfic #imagine

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sunongsas · 8 months

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You mean like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath a canopy? They look into each other's eyes and realize they were made for each other?

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cinemagal · 1 year

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21 FILMS OF THE 21ST CENTURY The Dark Knight (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan

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darleyothers · 1 month

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maggie lindemann in deprecating.

#maggie lindemann #maggie lindemann gifs #tw smoking #smoking tw

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sisididis · 10 months

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“Je me souviens / Que né sous le lys / Je croîs sous la rose.”

[I remember / That born under the lily / I grow under the rose.]

- Official motto of Quebec

Inspired by @historia-vitae-magistras' beautiful and heart-wrenching stories about Matt and his two fathers.

The first panel shows Francis holding baby Mathieu, who remained under his tutelage until 1763, the end of the Seven Years War. Canada grew under the “English rose” until the 20th century, when it relinquished most of its dependence on the British Empire.

The second panel shows Arthur kneeling before a young Matt and offering him a rose. In the next panels, Matt pricks his finger on the rose’s thorns. The thorns can be a metaphor for all the wars Canada had fought in for the empire.

Eventually, the droplets of blood morph into the red maple leaves, Canada’s national symbol, suggesting that Canada has grown into his own.

References: (1) Turquoise suit (2) Simplified red coat uniform

#my fanart #hws canada #aph canada #hws france #aph france #hws england #aph england #*sigh of relief* I finished it! I finished it!#some time ago Maggie and I talked about how doting Francis would have been as a new father in the 16th century #(until the French realized that Canada was not profitable enough and the novelty of fatherhood wore off)#still! those images of domestic happiness never left my mind #I hope you don't mind me tagging you Maggie #blood #(I completely forgot about the tw I'm so sorry)#blood tw #my hetalia content

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linusbenjamin · 2 months

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The Walking Dead 4.16 — A

#the walking dead #twdedit #twdgif #horroredit #gun tw #rick grimes #glenn rhee #maggie rhee #nikolatexla #there are no words to describe twd #i'm enjoying every character every plot twist and every episode #in the end it always makes me say 'what tf did i just watch??!!'#it's been a month since i watched this episode and things that happened afterwards in the next season #which made me go like 'what kind of cult we're fucking innnn??'

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itsguysnightitsironic · 25 days

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"And the devil is but a ram and I am only hunger."

The only difference between an innocent hand and a guilty one is which points first.

So the witches are linked with the rams... Because they are scapegoats? Put Goya in the phone right now, HE NEEDS TO KNOW-

(REFERENTS UNDER THE CUT)

As always, my dear Goya is here. Because this man's work is in the back of my mind like a second peer of eyes. (Get him out)

Brujas sábado (1789) de Francisco de Goya

And the only painting ever that it's The Descent from the Cross by Van der Weyden, which it's a monster of a painting, this painting will kill god and become one.

The Descent from the Cross (1435) by Rogier van der Weyden

And my dear Romanic paintings that will always be the most entertaining art ever, we will never surpass their madness, love them dearly.

Particular judgment of the soul and Saint Peter and Saint Paul (late 13th century) in the MEV, Museum of Medieval Art

#legends of avantris #edge of midnight #tw religious themes #tw body horror #tw blood #tw dead body #marius renathyr #lethica nightborne #yorgrim #jericho sticks #virgil (raum)#farryn of the hartsblight #briggsy “the kutlass” kratch #tw dead animal #tw violence #tw christianity reference #colette mirabel #zepherine mirabel #matron maggie macduff

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peanutty · 3 months

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the ballantine's have experienced some ups and downs lately. our beloved maggie may had her visit w/ grim reaper, dixie is now an elderly dog, and willa has been having trouble getting pregnant again ☹️

Get the “Green Thumb” reward trait ☑️

master the gardening skill (9/10)

#death tw #pet death tw #pregnancy tw #infertility tw #ballantine 1 #postcard legacy #postcard legacy challenge #the farmer #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #willa ballantine #andy anderson #bunny ballantine #rip maggie :(

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jdmorganz · 1 year

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