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oldmemoria · 7 months

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

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coraxtheclown · 5 months

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explaining my Affocream stuff(?)

keep in mind i’m not done with Oddessy so once i am it may likely change but keep the same main points

firstly, on the topic of how Affogato got there in the first place, he appeared during the council in the vanilla kingdom. as pissed off as everyone was, Pure Vanilla preached some shit about second chances and blah blah blah redemption arcs, and they agreed to let him say *some* stuff. he was very limited in words, which was fine with him since his mission was to gain information about what their plans were and ways on how to stop their advances. he was also useful to the council by giving inside knowledge about where the CoD were that may or may not have been fake :^ on the other hand, there were definitely some interesting faces in his opinion, like the consul. in other words he thought clotted cream was cute and putting on a persona that he wanted to break. after odessy (again, i have 0 idea how odessy ends so don’t @ me) he kinda said something like this (assuming it ended in the republic)

affogato: *sigh* well, i guess i’ll go be a nomad…

clotted cream: wdym

affo: *sighhhhhh* i don’t have anywhere to go now that this is over and i’m not with the CoS

clotted: wow that sucks

affo: *SIGHHHHH* yeah, but i’ll be alright… i guess…

clotted: good to hear, gbye

affo: hey you have an extra room right?

clotted: oh yeahhhh… i did ig

clotted’s inner dialogue: nah i’m bouta ruin my chances at being liked by dark cacao even more… that’s crazy.

affo: great!! i’ll go get my stuff

clotted: huh????

affo: you’re letting me stay with you right? you won’t turn me away to nowhere… will you?

clotted: no you’re right. sure. fine. no worries

affo: yippee ><

affogato still lives with clotted a year after oddessy’s end but don’t get me wrong, he works. he’ll fill out papers for clotted cream and then clotted looks over them and will either be like “head pats for you” or “wtf were you even thinking here” and that’s usually when he’s making a small attempt to give himself some sort of power since he has none lmao. also there’s this thing about Affogato going out of his way in disrespecting the consul’s privacy. so naturally he’ll appear in clotted’s bed at night, or randomly appear holding his hand or something. clotted doesn’t mind it anymore, he’s pretty used to it. he’ll never get over Affogato appearing like a phantom in his bed at night. affogato is always there for the consul and vice versa, they’ve established that they love each other but for appearances haven’t made anything official. clotted tends to still get really flustered when Affogato will kiss him or something and Affogato literally lives for it. while Clotted is much more private with his feelings and in all honesty, could be much more affectionate, Affogato is very open about his feelings for the consul. it’s just a fact everyone knows atp and it bothers nobody. why? cuz they don’t even know Clotted feels the same. i’ll leave this rant on that note for now, this is, again, subject to change cuz for the 99th time, odessy isn’t done for me. that’s all bye bye :3

#mlm #affogato x clotted cream #affocream #crk affogato #affogato cookie #clotted cream crk #clotted cream cookie

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josiebelladonna · 5 days

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what happened this month.

april is supposed to be my birth-month.

my mom and i were under the threat of losing our house. her blood clots prevented us from going to monterey for my birthday. 10 people gave me birthday wishes (literally, i counted. of all the people on my list on fb, who follow me here and on ig and threads, 10). i figured out my brother is verbally and emotionally abusive and unstable. i saw nothing but snotty-ass, patronizing vegans on earth day: i’m just now seeing art for it. i got exponentially angry at an anti-israel person (i won’t apologize for that, like all bullies they need to be yelled at if they’re going to keep being like this). my blackberries, my gooseberries, and my flowers are just now blooming because the cold just has to keep diarrheaing all over us like it’s still january. my dad had to go to work on his birthday. tumblr singlehandedly ruined april fool’s day being so goddamn infantile and stupid and inane. no good movies came out this month except for maybe the wicked letter movie (give me some cute springtime movies already).

“you release one emotion, they all come flooding out.”

if anything good came out of this, my mom and i are considering moving up to susanville. it’s an hour from my dad’s place in reno, another two hours from oregon, tucked back in the mountains and within range of mount lassen, there’s a couple of lakes and rivers, and places up there are cheap-o (plus, it’s still in california so she can keep her job and health coverage). and they have clear cut seasons up there, too, one of the few places in california that are like that, no less.

the wildflowers are in full swing right now. i want to see them outside my window when i wake up in the morning, not the same hillside covered in sagebrush that’s going to be ugly and brown in a few weeks. i was wanting to do some plein air stuff this month but between the shit weather and the fact there’s nothing interesting to look at anymore, it’s not going to happen.

i want my flowers. i want water. i want springtime. i want jokes and pranks—REAL jokes and pranks, none of this obnoxious boop boop boop boop boop boop boop bullshit. i want art, toad in the hole, and sweetness. i want my birthday and also my dad’s birthday. at this point, my brother could drive off a cliff for all i care. i want april back.

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kellykadesperate · 11 months

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hey!! the 911 anon back here :D

oof oof oof, your thoughts give me so many new thoughts again AAAA i love it but by GOD i hope i can keep this a reasonable length this time (i type this before anything else so it'll be a surprise for both of us how this will end <3 lmao)

(<3333 i lied again. well, i did say "by god" while i'm atheist so ig maybe this was doomed from the start <3333)

I feel like everyone piqued in terms of their characterisations about 3 seasons ago. this. never has anyone said anything that is truer. the tea is piping hot that i burn my mouth but i'll still drink it because it's so delicious. i do not want to disregard how they did continue to develop slightly in later seasons but most of that is just not really graspable to me except for them being happier/more stable. which is great! but that development was neither invested in something that feels productive nor does it actually drive new, exciting plotlines that would actually get us to a place that is different from the one we've been stuck in for the past few seasons. as you said, it simply does not make good TV because people will eventually notice that 911 is just giving us... nothing at this point. nothing that the show hasn't already told us, at least. yes, it's got silliness and some action and whump but there is no goal to it all. not for the characters nor for the show. you can tell your audience that "family is important", yes, but it's simply redundant to do that season after season after season. we get it, message received. with the tight found-family corset is still on, these characters have nowhere to go, and they already achieved everything that there is to achieve: they love their job, they got family/meaningful relationships, they got romantic love, they have already reached a good/hopeful point with formerly estranged family members, and all of them have addressed or worked through/are still working on their big past trauma. which is nice!! but like, that's usually the point where you end the show. i mean, in all honesty, what did 911 set up in earlier seasons that has not been solved or addressed yet? as i said in my other message, the characters do not even have any life goals outside of staying in the same job they've had since their introductions and having family, two goals that they all can check off on their to-do lists. that's literally it. with nothing else to focus on. all that is left is the inevitable repetition of the same motifs and new pointless drama that just exists for the sake of milking this show until it stops making money.

The show tends to tease with changes but never fully commits to them … It feels like the writers are scared of rocking the boat and changing up dynamics but I think that's exactly what the show would benefit from. eeeexactly. i liked the idea of eddie going a different path, i liked the idea of hen being a doctor! it would have been so cool to see the family spread out into different directions, all of them showing us different perspectives and things that are necessary to save people's lives, all while still supporting one another! it would have opened everybody up to more changes (career, social life, hobbies etc) if only the show weren't too scared to actually go there. i know changes like that can make or break a show, but i think 911 has reached that point a long time ago. i am sure they can pull off a few more seasons of stagnation, but that won't keep things exciting and interesting to the audience in the long run. even the whump, which is one reason why people typically like such shows, has zero risk to it. yes, there is the possibility of some consequences, we have seen that, but ultimately, all of those were short-lived with no bigger impact on the future. chim's rebar, buck's crushed leg and blood clots, eddie getting shot? the recovery and struggles post-accident are almost nonexistent on screen and there are never any real physical repercussions for any of them (limping, chronic pain, less mobility, not even visible scars, etc). buck's tsunami experience? no bigger consequences for his (work) life. hen's car accident? no bigger consequences for her (work) life. death by lighting strike and so many other things? insert shrug emoji here. part of the reason why whump/action is so good is because of the chance that maybe somebody's life will be actually irrevocably changed forever. no take-backs, no miraculous recovery, but real tangible consequences that affect the character's entire life. the lack of that makes the main characters feel untouchable, so why should i care if somebody gets impaled or hit by a car or thrown out of a plane for the billionth time when i already know that the show won't go through with it anyway?

re romantic relationships, yes yes yes. it's so redundant lol. i acknowledge that dating different partners makes you realize what you actually want irl, but it's just boring on TV when the love interests are (mostly) never set up to be multifaceted and impactful for the narrative. if they dated characters that would remain as part of the reoccurring ensemble, it might be different, what with buck and eddie actually being held accountable for once and having to address their mistakes and contributions to the failed relationships. the rinse-and-repeat method, however, same as with the whump, just feels like it's stuck in the same old loop again where they will return to square one anyway, so why even get excited for them finding a new partner? esp because those partners are often written so half-heartedly, and the breakups' aftermaths are often disregarded quickly. perhaps buck and eddie are meant to represent a younger demographic who is dating and not at the point in life that bathena, madney, and henren represent – fair enough! but then AT LEAST give them friends and hobbies outside of the firefam and stop condemning the experience of being single, i fucking beg.

this is the issue with this family unit. You're at work. It's work. if i would drink a shot every time i think that while watching the show LMAOOO. yes!! like when i turn off my brain, i get what the show is trying to do with that, but i'm not a 14yo. i'm an adult, and i just cannot pretend like the work ethic and the work relationships the show represents don't squick me tf out. in the earlier seasons, i really liked this topic because a lot of it was driven by buck, who was only clinging sm to his "work family" because of his abandonment issues, his childhood, and the fact that he virtually had no other family left. it made sense, why he was so emotionally attached to his job and colleagues! then they proceeded to write, what i personally consider, a found family story that just makes things worse the more they try to force that trope upon the characters. quick tangent here, but i actually thought that, after buck asked the others if they will lose touch when they do not work together anymore, the show would gradually make some of them leave to pursue other careers so that the show could eventually say "see! they do not work together anymore but they love each other sm that they will stay in each other's lives forever!!". all of them learning that no matter where they are or what they do, they have people in their corner? i wanted that. especially because when thinking about it realistically, this team as it is rn cannot exist like this forever. someday someone is either gonna retire or get hurt badly that their career will end/change. going with that route would have also allowed the characters to (a) have normal work relationships with their colleagues again and (b) show each other that their love and closeness is truly unconditional. and more importantly, it would have given the show a clear end goal: as soon as every single one of them realizes that they will always be family to each other, the show would have reached its natural end. btw i understand people who'd rather see them work together forever! however, it's one thing to enjoy your own headcanon of their future, and it's a totally different thing to actually get that reality played out on screen for the next 10 years. monotony being the killer of joy, and all that.

It makes it almost silly to love any side character more than the firefam characters. 100000% agreed djdjdjdjd. tbf to us, the show treats its side characters very carelessly, so i don't think we're being mean by simply taking cues from the show! i cannot bring myself to care about Stranger Number 34291 who will not matter in about two minutes, sorry. & the montages omg... like, it's too kitschy. sometimes i just have to skip parts or avert my eyes because i cringe too much i'm so sorry dskjdsjflks;; i am sure some people enjoy those but not me.

re buck's progress and role in the narrative: i completely agree with you there. buck being captain someday is genuinely just me having a pipe dream. my emotional support pipe dream of a future that we'll never see on screen <3 which, i think, is probably for the best tbh. they could not pull this off in a satisfying way imo, especially with what you pointed out, re buck being stuck in his narrative role. he matured in some ways, just like the other characters, but 911 just needs new drama every episode and seasons, and that has some grave downsides. the biggest downside being that the characters inevitably accumulate tons of bad decisions, weird OOC moments, and points of regression/story inconsistency for the sake of keeping the drama alive until i simply do not even like them anymore. my enjoyment and love for characters does not completely recover after such moments unless the "redemption" is written incredibly well, which is never is with 911 djdjdjdj. hen cheating, chim punching, buck cheating, and other stuff where i'm just... urgh. they take away my enjoyment piece by piece, unfortunately, so i know to watch out for the signs so i can jump off the 911 wagon before my faves become completely unrecognizable to me.

i did stop watching 911 LS after season 2, i think? i was too busy back then to keep up with shows, and now i feel like i've forgotten sm about what was going on in it lmaooo. how do you like it? would you say it does some things better than the og 911?

hey! so many thoughts lol, putting it under the cut again!!

you can tell your audience that "family is important", yes, but it's simply redundant to do that season after season after season. we get it, message received: LMAO Yes! it's giving me fast and furious vibes of we're a family! Family is everything and yet ... they are all pretty set in their OWN families. Like that connection they have/feel isn't actually going above and beyond their own family so it makes it seem a little silly to keep going on about.

Your point about them all achieving everything they wanted to achieve is also obviously 100% true. It made me think of Chimney's brother and how I laughed my head off when randomly we saw him training as a firefighter at the end of one of the seasons without any indication that he's interested in becoming one. I literally died. But I really liked how this season, he was like meh it's not for me! What was :/ was Chimney's reaction of like come onnnnnnnn stick it out, this is the best job ever. I'd have loved to see that explored a little more next season. And also Ravi! They keep introducing loads of new mini characters but it's so clear that they're secondary, not as important, and ultimately used through the main characters. Chimney going back to the academy was such an interesting idea but it was like Oh there's Ravi again, oh he had a scene about a traumatic thing that happened, he doesn't feel adequate ... HEY BACK HE COMES!!! Like everything appears heightened but ultimately is so so low stakes and so easily solvable.

the lack of that makes the main characters feel untouchable, so why should i care if somebody gets impaled or hit by a car or thrown out of a plane for the billionth time when i already know that the show won't go through with it anyway?: YES this this this. I feel like the show would genuinely benefit from a shock death or something that would change everything completely. I really expected Bobby to be in mortal danger, become paralysed and was like oooo they've been foreshadowing who would take over from him for the whole season! Then it just didn't happen. Bobby leaving the firefam and having him take more of a Athena's husband, AA meetings role would feel like the show is somewhat changing at least. It would throw the whole firefam off completely. Idk I just feel like sometimes the very slightest change is seen as devastating to the group lmao. Like when Chimney was away looking for Maddie or when Eddie was gone, the response from the crew spoke straight from the writers idea of like: it's all or them or none of them. Even the additions on the team seem ... calculating? They're quite one dimensional, or basically outside of the crew or just straight up harmful to the crew. Lucy kisses/pursues Buck and Buck cheats on his gf and then she just ... goes? Ravi only talks about property lmao and then there was the serial killer paramedic. They don't want characters to be as charming/charismatic/interesting as the main ones. But you're right, the whole idea is that they've all get skin in the game, they could all die at any minute on the job, I should feel scared for them but I am not whatsoever because I'm 99.9 per cent sure they'll be all good in 20 mins.

stop condemning the experience of being single, i fucking beg: It's definitely like a choice. If they are meant to be the young ones who don't have it all together, pls make their relationship trials and tribulations funny at least? Don't make it heavy. Don't make Buck randomly cheat or Eddie seemingly stay in a relationship for his son. It makes both characters really unlikable and I know there's a bigger narrative at play in both characters but that's not explored enough or when it is, it's done really 'My Life Is A Mess' like and it's like THEN DON'T DATE PEOPLE. BE SINGLE. GIVE THEM FRIENDS.

going with that route would have also allowed the characters to (a) have normal work relationships with their colleagues again: LOOL and also they don't actually show loads of them like hanging out outside of work. And like I've said before, they all have strong family ties outside work so the idea that they are like a family that cannot be broken up, need each other more than anything just doesn't work and hasn't work. Side note: I watch 911 ls too and this trope works WAY better considering a) We actually saw the team become assembled in the first episode and b) They came from all over America/left their families so YEAH they were each other's only families in Texas. But with 911 it started with the fam already in existence and their families already ... there. So yeah it's just a weird, Disney sort of trope they clearly want to run with.

Re 911 ls: It's a totally different feel. It's worse in some ways because the narrative is heavily about Owen being the captain but I personally enjoy the actual characters more. The show is better imo at building that dynamic between the crew and make genuine effort to show that they are more really good/close friends that enjoy each other's company rather than A Family because they are in the same crew. Like the have 'hang outs' at people's houses/game nights and we see that. They also have nice sub friendships within the crew too. I like how they have the paramedics and the firefighters separately too. The budget is clearly higher on 911 by the way! Clearly lol. I like the relationships they clearly care about. It shows. Same with 911. 911ls I would say does the opposite of 911 in terms of story telling lol, they are bold with their decisions, they've split the crew up/destroyed the firehouse/killed off multiple high profile side characters - and all of that has genuinely let the show move forward. It's made things actually feel like choices genuinely matter. They did a really good job of showing that when TK became a paramedic. It was a change. But it worked. Idk I just admire the balls of the writers, although the writing can be bad and they tend to dedicate less time to aftermath, to actually make big decisions. It genuinely makes me think oh no something big/something that's going to change this dynamic is going to happen. Even with the season that's just gone on: I won't spoil it! But they've had characters go 'find themselves' in meaningful ways, explored characters in interesting ways so yeah it can be done and they do that well.

#answered asks

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fanfoolishness · 3 years

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A Warrior’s Death (The Mandalorian)

Set immediately following the events of Chapter 8: The Redemption.

Din Djarin was alive. The child was safe. The Imps were vanquished. He and the child were now a clan of two. ...So then why was it so hard to breathe?

Angst, PTSD, blood/injury trigger warning, found family. ~1700 words.

Now with art for extra feels!

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The rocks and lava fields of Nevarro fell away beneath them as the Razor Crest ascended. The child sat in his lap, curled against his cuirass, exhausted by the ordeal they had both survived. Far below, Din could just barely make out the small cairn he had left behind. A little higher and clouds surrounded them, vanishing the land.

They cleared the atmosphere and Din set the ship on autopilot in a high orbit. He knew the Imperial presence had been destroyed, but he still felt uneasy keeping the ship planetside after such a narrow escape. Especially with what had happened in the covert --

He abruptly got to his feet, cradling the child. He needed to tend to him, needed to make sure he was all right after everything. Carefully he carried the drowsy child down the ladder and to the cramped sleeping area. He set the little one down on his own bed, bunching up the thin blanket to pad the area.

Din knelt beside him, ignoring the dull pain in his head and body. His head still pounded. Bacta had saved his life, but he knew how close it had been. It would be at least a week before his body could forget an injury that severe.

The child blinked up at him. “How are you, kid?” Din asked into the silence.

The kid tilted his head, ears quivering faintly. He let out a soft sound, then slowly outstretched his hands, reaching up to Din. There were a few small burns on those tiny green fingers, little areas where the skin was slightly reddened. To his relief Din saw no blisters or deeper wounds. Still, though, the way the baby grimaced slightly when Din touched them tore at him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Din murmured. “Here.” He reached to the medikit stored beneath the bunk, pulling out a vial of bacta cream. He slipped off one glove and dipped a calloused fingertip in the ointment. “Can I see?”

The baby regarded him with those large, intelligent eyes, and reached toward him. Din dabbed a small amount of the cream between the child’s palms, then rubbed them together. The baby cooed, the sound sweet and bright.

“See? Feels better, right?”

The kid stared at him, mouth falling open in a small smile, then clapped his hands together without a flinch.

Din let out a long sigh, putting his glove back on. “Good job. You were very brave.”

He rummaged in the crate beside the bed, coming out with a kit of freeze-dried krill, some of the last from Sorgan. “Want a snack?”

He opened the packet, setting it in the child’s lap. “Remember the nice people in Sorgan? All those kids you made friends with?” If only we --

Little fingers reached to the food, and the child ate the lot ravenously, getting krill crumbs all over his face.

“Here. Let me just --” Din wiped the crumbs off with his fingertips. The child leaned into his touch, large eyes falling closed as Din cradled his cheek. “Sleepy? Get some rest, buddy. I’ll be back soon. Just need to clean up a little.” The kid snuggled into Din’s blanket, already fast asleep.

“Night, kid,” he said softly.

The door to the bunk closed behind him, the locking lights flashing. His shoulders slumped, exhaustion settling in.

He shuffled to the wall beside the vacc tube, hitting his closed fist against the small panel that hid a shallow sink, faucet, and cupboard. He glanced back. The door to the bunk was still locked. He didn’t think the kid would try to follow him, tired as he was, but he dared not leave it to chance. Not after earlier --

He sank onto the narrow seat of the vacc, and leaned heavily against the wall.

He forced himself to reach up and lift his helmet, hissing as the inner lining, sticky with dried blood, tugged at his hair. He sniffed, wincing, catching the scent of stale sweat and iron in his sodden shirt collar. He set the helmet down beside him on a weapons rack and methodically pulled off his gloves for what came next.

Childhood training burned deep in his bones. You must tend to your armor after each battle as you tend to your body. Without your armor, your body is vulnerable. The two are one and the same.

Normally his skills, his training, and his beskar kept the ritual of maintenance brief and automatic. Then again, normally he didn’t come back from a job with bacta mending a skull fracture.

A blinding flash, the air ripped from his lungs as he flew backwards --

A horrific crunching, a hot flood slick down the back of his head, soaking his collar and cloak --

He stared at his helmet, IG-11’s words echoing. I am not a living thing.

He shivered. It was true that no droid lived. No living thing had seen him unmasked since childhood. He had sworn the Creed.

But would the Armorer have granted him his signet, had she known what he’d done?

What he’d allowed?

A wave of pain throbbing, overwhelming, clouding thoughts and vision, black blooming at the edges of everything --

Feet limp and nerveless, legs dragging in the dust, Cara hauling him from the fray like a dead thing --

He snatched the helmet from the shelf in a quick, controlled movement, breathing hard, and turned on the water in the shallow sink. He reached for his cleaning kit and thrust his hand inside the helmet, methodically scouring the detritus away from the delicate machinery lining its inner surface.

A frisson of revulsion passed through him as the water flowed red. Broken strands of hair, clumped with clotted blood, gathered at the drain. He scrubbed until the water poured into the helmet flowed clear, until the outside shone, until his head and his hands ached with the effort.

The certain knowledge that this, then, was a warrior’s death --

Gasping for air, chest heaving, the raised blaster in his trembling hand --

The air, soft on his face --

Stiffly he set his helmet down to dry, and raised his head. His face, distorted, stared back at him from the dimly reflective wall surface. The colors were all wrong: reds and purples where he remembered brown and tan. He brought handfuls of water to his cheeks, grunting when he found undeclared bruises, a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, blood dried hard enough in his mustache that he had to scrub to lift it.

Helmets stacked like trophies, beskar bones of his people in the dark —

He gingerly touched the back of his head, his hand coming away still moist with blood and sweat. The hair had matted, mired in hopeless tangles. He’d cut it tomorrow. For now he settled with more soap and water, enough to thin some of the mats at least somewhat. He brushed through some of the damp hair with his fingers, and he wondered if the foundlings had fought back.

He stilled, his hands falling slack into his lap. He stared at the wall. He breathed in. Breathed out.

He stared until his eyes burned.

***

The door to the bunk hissed open. The child still slept soundly, though the blanket had fallen to expose his small shoulders.

Din knelt beside the child, his armor finally cleaned and restored. The kid was sleeping so peacefully that for a moment he considered sleeping up in the cockpit, letting the kid take the bed rather than move him to the makeshift hammock Din had made. Either way he’d be sleeping in full armor, as he had ever since the kid had come aboard, so it made little difference to him. But as he adjusted the blanket, tucking it in around the little one’s neck, a small hand brushed against his vambrace.

The child blinked owlishly up at him, stifling a tiny yawn. Then he reached up, hands striving --

“C’mere,” said Din. He gathered the child into his arms and sat on the cot, letting himself stretch out. He meant to reach over and help situate the child in the hammock, but he did not. Instead the child curled up against him in the soft spot between his fresh-cleaned cloak and his pauldron.

Din laid a hand over the child’s back, watching it rise and fall with every small, rapid breath. “It was a hard day,” he murmured. “No wonder you’re tired.”

He closed his eyes. Tried to drift off to sleep, the familiar weight of the child resting against him. But he stared through the slit in his helmet up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused.

Burrowing his face into the shoulder of the Mandalorian, the wind in his hair --

He was alive.

The foundlings playing games beneath the city --

The child was safe.

Kuiil’s small body, scored by blaster fire --

The Imps were vanquished.

A mechanized voice beseeching him not to be sad --

He and the child were now a clan of two.

Beskar desouled, defiled, desolate --

So then why was it so hard to breathe?

The child whimpered suddenly against him, his hands twitching, perhaps in a dream. Did his species dream? The whimper grew louder, sounding almost frightened. The little hands jerked.

His stomach clenched, the flashes in his mind receding, his focus turning sharply to the child resting on him. “It’s okay,” Din whispered, caressing the baby’s cheek, thumb drawing small circles against delicate skin. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

Please believe me, kid --

The baby murmured half inaudibly, then shifted and wrapped his arms around Din’s hand. Through the kid’s robe Din could feel a fierce heartbeat, tapping a rapid tattoo. Close to the heart, his gloved fingertips brushed against something hard and metallic. The mythosaur, memory, might, Mandalore.

The child, the heartbeat, the mythosaur. They anchored him. They were enough.

This is the Way.

The child rested peacefully against him, comfortably asleep once more. Din’s eyes fell closed, his mind quieting, the ache of his wounds fading. He breathed in. Breathed out.

He slipped into a dreamless sleep, and he held his foundling closer.

-fin

(Maybe Grogu’s mind wanders in the Force while he sleeps. Maybe Din’s trauma isn’t as hidden as he thinks it is. Yes, my heart breaks for both of them.)

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #the mandalorian fanfiction #noromo Mando #mandalorian #star wars #my Mando fic #and yes if you were wondering I deal with blood a lot #sometimes cleaning up after a trauma case is a secondary trauma #even when you’re used to it #so... this story happened #blood #blood tw #blood cw #tw blood

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theancientwonder · 3 years

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As some of you may be aware, my account, whilst it is a bit of a multi-fandom blog, is predominately based around one fandom. Now in a fandom, today is a pretty big day and it would make sense for me to post about it, so I thought I'd write something about two special individuals who's birthday it is today!

So first up of course, we have...

Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

Now as we all know, Alexei was the son of the last Tsar, Nikolai II. He was indeed the infamous son that the Tsarina (Alexandra Feodorovna) sought out Rasputin to use his 'mystic powers' to cure. Alexei had haemophilia, which is blood clotting disorder that Alexandra also had. The guilt she felt that it was her fault her son had this disease is what led her to be fooled by Rasputin, as after 'curing' Alexei, he led her to believe that he was the only one keeping her son alive. Haha but that's enough about his mother and Rasputin! Let's get back to talking about Alexei! He was one of the first boy scouts in Russia. Allegedly, he was an affectionate child, so good for him I guess! In 1914, when his father became Commander-in-Chief in World War I, he joined his father in Stavka, which was the headquarters for military affairs. He socialised with the soldiers and often ate with them, as the meals he was offered as a Tsarevich were "not what soldiers eat". He was a commendable kid, but unfortunately he was assassinated along with the rest of his family by the Bolshevik when he was just shy of his fourteenth birthday.

As both a historical nerd and a Rasputin enthusiast, Alexei is an interesting individual, who was fascinating to research, and a very happy 117th birthday to him!

Next up we have...

Erwin Schrödinger

Haha it's the cat guy! Wait no that doesn't sound right... Schrödinger was born in Austria in 1887 and probably did some things with his life that I'm too lazy to research. Anyway, in 1938 he ran into some trouble because he was like "oh nazis are bad" (decent statement) and due to the annexation of Austria ('Anschluss'), the nazis in Austria weren't that happy with him. He fled to Italy and visited England and Belgium. However, as he moved from place to place, bossman Éamon De Valera, prime minister of Ireland ('Taoiseach'), personally invited him to live in Ireland and help establish the Dublin Institute for Advanced Studies. Schrödinger developed a bunch of fundamental results in Quantum Theory and his equation, the 'Schrödinger equation', created a way to calculate the wave function of a system. Whatever that means, I don't speak German.

From my general understanding, he was a bit of a dick to women and especially a huge dick to cats, so I probably shouldn't be saying this but happy 133rd birthday, Erwin.

So yeah! Big day for History fandom!

oh yh and happy birthday to slimecicle and dream ig

#slimecicle #dream #mcyt #trust me they're there #this is a massive shitpost that took too much effort-#yeah my history teachers loved me why do you ask?#shitpost #my source is wikipedia because im sexy <3 #fyi i researched this post for 2 HOURS because you gotta commit to the shit post

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hajimesh · 3 years

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thousand island

+ pairing. matsukawa i. / fem reader

+ genre. smut, hurt-comfort ig ?

+ word c. 1,600 ish

+ warnings. soft dom mattsun, blood, period sex, oral (fem), creampie

+ author n. i think i was hungry when i wrote this

periods suck.

and not only because of the pain that comes with them but because of how incredibly horny you get during those days. which isn’t fair because where’s the logic in wanting to be stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick while blood is pouring out of you?

right. issei, your boyfriend, always so patient and willing to help you get off during a shower—but it’s just not enough. you want him inside you, his tongue between your folds lapping up at you as he’d usually do on a normal day. as much as you love his fingers, nothing compares to the rest of him.

the feelings overwhelm you, tears streaming down your cheeks because god, you need him. it’s as if you’re being clouded by lust and the only way for you to let it all out is by crying.

issei grows concerned when he comes home and finds his girlfriend crying her heart out on their bed. he immediately runs to your side, trying to coax an answer out of you as he rubs comforting circles on your back.

it takes you around a minute to control your tears, a faint ‘not fair’ coming from your lips as you hide your face in his neck, his familiar scent already comforting your hurting heart.

“i’m– i want you,” you mutter against his skin, placing a soft kiss on it before sighing, “and it’s unfair because i’d make a mess.”

“what about a shower? those seem to–”

“no,” you cut him off, annoyed at the thought of another round in the bathroom. shower sex is not what you want right now, “i want normal, bed sex. but it’d be gross and—”

“let’s do it.”

you finally pull away from him, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes, “issei…”

“i don’t mind a bit of a mess. i was hoping you’d let me do it someday,” he shrugs while brushing your hair away from your face.

“really? are you not... grossed out?”

he chuckles and shakes his head, “why don’t you let me show you, huh? how does that sound?”

with a hesitant nod, you give him the green light and he wastes no time.

he places you down on the mattress, your back resting against the pillows while he fetches a towel from the bathroom. once he’s back, he places it on top of the bed, making you lift your hips so he can cover the spot underneath you. his form hovers over you, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that only has you wanting more.

your hands run through his hair, you lift your hips slightly to get the tiniest bit of friction between you two but his hand on your waist stops you from moving.

“be a good girl for me, okay?”

the lustful look in his eyes is enough to have your pussy gushing, and it only worsens when he starts tugging your pants off of you—panties included. his hands push your legs apart, allowing him to see you in full display, and you feel both turned on and embarrassed at the fact that he can see your bloody pussy.

“will you let me have a taste?”

you lift your head from the pillow to get a better look at him. he has the same look as when he’s about to give you the best head of your life, no traces of disgust or hesitance.

”please,” your tone is soft, but it’s enough to have him grinning at you.

his finger explores the zone between your folds, coating in with the mix of blood and slick coming from your sopping cunt. he rubs it between his fingers, testing the consistency before giving it a teasing lick with his eyes fixed on yours.

“such a luscious taste,” he smirks, finally placing his face closer to your throbbing pussy and taking a long lick from your slit to your clit, encircling it with his tongue before giving it a harsh suck, “i’m going to devour you.”

his mouth latches onto you, his tongue immediately prodding between your lips and flicking it in a way that has you gripping the bedsheets.

“ahh, more,” the soft whimpers leave your mouth, your head rolling to the side as the sensation overwhelms you.

“greedy, aren’t we?” he gives a tender kiss to your clit, massaging it with his tongue as he smiles up at you, “don’t worry your pretty little head, princess. i’m going to make you cum over and over again until all the blood pours out of your pussy.”

he adds a finger, pushing it in slowly and curving it upwards to tease your spongy walls. as soon as he starts pumping it in and out of you, he notices a thicker pulling it out of you, he smirks at his discovery.

“do you mind if i try this?”

a small blood clot rests between his fingers, and before you can form an answer he’s already placing it on his tongue, making a show out of it.

“it’s different,” he says as if he’s trying a new dish, his eyebrows scrunching up as he seems to be in deep thought, “but still good.”

the next time he pushes his fingers inside, he looks for more clots, pulling them out and smearing them all over your pussy only to lick them off afterwards. he keeps lapping up at you, drinking your slick while he adds another finger to stretch you open.

“mmh, you’re doing so good.”

the vibrations have you clenching around his digits, the pleasure building up and threatening to snap at any moment, “i-issei, please.”

he speeds up his pace, the two fingers inside of you plus his mouth producing the lewdest noises you’ve ever heard, “since you’ve been good, i’ll let you cum.”

your pussy flutters around his fingers as you finally reach your peak, coating them with even more slick and blood.

when he removes his head from between your legs, he looks absolutely feral with his face covered in blood —your blood— and a pleased smile.

“are you ready?”

you nod, watching him climb on top of you, and shuddering when he rubs the head of his cock on your sensitive clit, “please, i need you.”

he slowly eases in, knowing you always need a moment to get used to his girth, no matter how much he has prepped you beforehand. your already swollen canal feels so full, struggling to take him in within its snug walls.

“you’ve been so good, baby,” he kisses your forehead once he has finally sheathed his full length inside, “my good girl, always needy for my cock. is this what you wanted?” he rolls his hips, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit.

“y-yes, wanted your– hah, your cock.”

he starts a steady pace, grinding against you while he admires the way his cock disappears inside your pussy, “look at you, bleeding all over me. you’re only making it easier for me to fuck you.”

he accelerates his thrusts, your hands going to his forearms as you desperately try to hold onto something. his pace slows down again, teasing your already sensitive pussy but as you’re about to protest, he wraps a hand around your throat, making your head spin.

“fuck, m-more,” you manage to choke out, your eyes rolling back in bliss.

he pulls out, and you instantly frown at the loss. he must’ve seen your grimace because he has a mocking smile as he forces you to your side, lifting your leg until it rests on his shoulder.

“don’t get sad, baby. i’m just adjusting you.”

the new position allows him to reach deeper, the head of his cock ramming against your swollen cervix.

“issei!” a scream rips out from your throat. “s-so deep– ahh.”

“shit, i can feel you spasming around me,” he groans, eyes closing as he lets his hips snap faster, his balls hitting your ass, “keep that up and you’re going to make me cum.”

your mind is a foggy mess at this point, your teeth biting down on your lower lip as your boyfriend fucks your brains out. it doesn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm, ecstasy running through your veins as you choke out a sob.

he flips you until you’re lying on top of him, your back against his chest and his hands keeping your legs spread open. you dig your nails on his sides once he enters you again.

“one more, baby. give me one more, yes?”

he’s thrusting up now, doing all the job since there’s no way your legs could work after the two orgasms you’ve had. he can feel his high getting closer, the slap of skin and your cries overpowering his grunts as he rubs circles on your clit.

“cum with me, be a g-good girl and cum.”

the coil snaps and you feel the familiar warmth, cumming around his cock as it twitches inside of you, filling you with his thick cum. he gives two more sloppy thrusts before finally stopping his movements.

once he has caught his breath, he lifts you up from him and places you down on the mattress. you’re still riding the aftermaths of your orgasm when he decides to take a good look at you.

your thighs and groin are all bloody —just as his— and the way you’re sprawled out gives him a clear view of your abused pussy. he has a shit-eating grin, observing the blob of milky white cum mixed with blood ooze out of you.

he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, a dreamy look taking over his features.

“if i didn’t know better, i’d think it’s thousand island dressing.”

#matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #matsukawa issei #mattsun x reader #tw:blood #unholy.eve

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karasunology · 4 years

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ig don't do the 'put your head backwards' thingy so the blood won't clot?? IDK AHSNSJASH I'M A DUMBASS WHO BELIEVES THAT SO IDK IF IT EVEN HELPS 😭 -🍁

people sometimes tend to tell me that when i get nosebleeds alot and i just???sometimes keep forgetting it?? but people also used to tell me to do the exact opposites lmao 😭💆 it's ok baby im a dumbass too😔

#🍁 anon

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fog6v7a4m8p5i8r3i8s1m0 · 5 years

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tagged by @wasteofmortality ty!

Nicknames: cec or dark, one friend calls me sea salt or see saw

Zodiac sign: sag sun aq moon so you know it gets wild

Height: 5′ 5″? 5′4″?

Hogwarts house: Usually ravenclaw but i took a quiz on pulse that said im slytherin

Last thing I googled: the new black hole picture (through the google doodle)

Favorite musicians: i dont remember musicians tbh just bands so Buck-Tick is cool, Tool and APC are cool, so is Kidneythieves, Hozier, Seether, etc

Song stuck in my head: assume tik tok is always stuck in my head, that or a random dark ambient song

Following: 564

Followers: 829 (dont be fooled i bet lots of these are bots)

Do I get asks: sometimes when im suicidal and whiny :)

What am I wearing: jeans tshirt my favorite shawl thing a bracelet for the old lord or anxiety

Dream job: to die is the dream but uhhh ig some kind of stable art job

Dream trip: korea, cool african places (have yet to decide on The cool african places), old cathedrals or mosques or churches or really. any ancient holy building

Favorite food: bulgolgi or sweet potatoes

Languages: mostly english, the tiniest bit of russian

Favorite song: tik tok is good, gessekai by buck-tick, aenima by tool.... theres too many for just one

Random fact: the enzyme that vampire bats have in their saliva that keeps blood from clotting when they feed is called Draculin

Aesthetic: edgy dramatic things but Also edgy ruined decrepit hermit sort of things

I tag @osmosisjones @ghastly-thrall @opiate-priest @turtle-tunes @scabsith @kremblorn @kimahri @204 and whoever else wants!! lov u all

#tag games

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h1ghtechl0wlife · 2 years

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man after my last surgery they had to give me so much pain medicine when i woke up they had to keep me in the cardiac ward overnight to make sure i like kept breathing bc my oxygen was hitting 84 or some shit.

anyway that's not what's important, they put my legs in these squeezy cuffs to keep me from getting a blood clot ig and it's the last time my legs ever felt comfortable. i always thought those would hurt but it literally felt so good. i hope that happens after my back surgery if i need to stay

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kudzucraft · 3 years

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Personal stuff below the cut; sorry, just need to rant into the void ig

I’ve been feeling like utter trash for months (physically speaking) and I can’t get a doctor’s appointment until the end of this month, but every day I worry that waiting will just make things worse. Already it’s so, so hard just to do things like go shopping. The house is a mess, but I can’t bring myself to do anything about it. And the worst thing is, every time I have an okay/low-pain day my piece of shit brain insists that really there’s nothing wrong with me at all, and I’ve been faking it for attention this whole time.

It’s fucking maddening. My mental and physical health are both deteriorating and I have no idea what’s wrong. And that’s scary, too, because (I’m no doctor but) all my symptoms point to some, like. Genuine physical problem in my brain, a clot or tumor or something. I happen to value my brain very much, considering I do all my thinking with it.

Urgh. I’m so tired of just sitting around indoors all the time, clutching my head and swooning of dizziness like a fucking 19th century heroine with a tragic illness. I’m trying to avoid pain killers to keep from overdoing them/developing a reliance—which is all right most of the time, the pain is annoying and debilitating but not unbearable. But even when I do take them, pain killers don’t get rid of the dizziness, or the endless fatigue, or the fucking. Mental toll of feeling like a useless sack of shit.

And not five minutes go by where I don’t suspect that I’m lying to myself, or faking it, or else hating myself for being so useless. Worst thing is, my solution for dealing with depression/mental illness when it flares up is to do productive things in an act of self care (like cleaning, cooking, etc.) but I can’t do those things half the time because I can barely walk straight!! It’s this ugly cycle and I am confident that my mental health is not helping my physical health, because I tend to self-sabotage (like not eating), and that makes me feel worse physically......

If you’ve actually read this, thank you for taking the time. ❤️ Sorry for just chucking my personal issues at the wall, but I felt the need to get it out there somehow. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, and that you’re faring well in the midst of all this...everything.

#personal #alora rambles #love you ❤️ stay well

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womenofcolor15 · 4 years

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Chrissy Teigen & John Legend Lose Baby After Pregnancy Complications + Social Media Criticizes Her For Sharing Intimate Pictures

In absolutely heartbreaking news, Chrissy Teigen and John Legend reveal they lost their baby, Jack, after Chrissy was recently admitted to the hospital for pregnancy complications. She shared pictures of herself, John & Jack on social media and now folks are shaming her over it. More inside…

TRIGGER WARNING! This content may be sensitive to some.

In very devastating news, Chrissy Teigen and John Legend are grieving the loss of their son.

The model mom shared a heartbreaking post on Instagram to announce she and her husband lost their baby. The unfortunate news came after Chrissy was admitted to the hospital due to excessive bleeding.

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We are shocked and in the kind of deep pain you only hear about, the kind of pain we’ve never felt before. We were never able to stop the bleeding and give our baby the fluids he needed, despite bags and bags of blood transfusions. It just wasn’t enough. . . We never decide on our babies’ names until the last possible moment after they’re born, just before we leave the hospital. But we, for some reason, had started to call this little guy in my belly Jack. So he will always be Jack to us. Jack worked so hard to be a part of our little family, and he will be, forever. . . To our Jack - I’m so sorry that the first few moments of your life were met with so many complications, that we couldn’t give you the home you needed to survive. We will always love you. . . Thank you to everyone who has been sending us positive energy, thoughts and prayers. We feel all of your love and truly appreciate you. . . We are so grateful for the life we have, for our wonderful babies Luna and Miles, for all the amazing things we’ve been able to experience. But everyday can’t be full of sunshine. On this darkest of days, we will grieve, we will cry our eyes out. But we will hug and love each other harder and get through it.

A post shared by chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) on Sep 30, 2020 at 8:58pm PDT

"We are shocked and in the kind of deep pain you only hear about, the kind of pain we’ve never felt before," she wrote on Instagram. "We were never able to stop the bleeding and give our baby the fluids he needed, despite bags and bags of blood transfusions. It just wasn’t enough."

Chrissy revealed they named their baby boy Jack and how unconventional it was for them to give their a child a name so early.

"We never decide on our babies' names until the last possible moment after they're born, just before we leave the hospital. But we, for some reason, had started to call this little guy in my belly Jack. So he will always be Jack to us. Jack worked so hard to be a part of our little family, and he will be, forever. To our Jack—I'm so sorry that the first few moments of your life were met with so many complications, that we couldn't give you the home you needed to survive. We will always love you."

Baby Jack would have been Chrissy & John's third child together. The couple - who tied the knot in 2013 - announced they were expecting back In August via John's music video for "Wild."

We love you, Jack https://t.co/ySFzJB5e6k

— John Legend (@johnlegend) October 1, 2020

"We love you, Jack," John tweeted.

Driving home from the hospital with no baby. How can this be real.

— chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) October 1, 2020

"Driving home from the hospital with no baby. How can this be real," Chrissy tweeted in disbelief.

In early September, the cookbook author was put on bed rest and later admitted to the hospital. While hospitalized, Chrissy kept her fans updated on her and Jack's condition:

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hello from hospital. about to have my second blood transfusion which truly truly truly sounds more dramatic than it is. It’s an IV, but instead of fluids, the blood of some kind human being out there. Baby and I are completely fine, just missing the little things like walking...cooking...playing with the other buttbutts. came across this little gem from ringing in 2020. It all makes sense now!

A post shared by chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) on Sep 28, 2020 at 6:34pm PDT

Just had a really scary morning huge clot, almost save-worthy. The scramble to hear the heartbeat seemed like hours. I never thought I’d relief sigh so much in my liiiiife

— chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) September 29, 2020

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— chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) September 28, 2020

I just shared as much as you need to know about what’s goin on, on insta stories - medical Twitter I beg you to please not diagnose me as there are so many factors that make me different from your patients

— chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) September 28, 2020

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— chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) September 27, 2020

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The guys from the incredible @sando.itchi just taught john to make me their famous Japanese egg sandwich - delivered to my bed thank you so much Elie @foodbeast for helping set this up! I slid into the DM’s hard when they posted about them and it all worked out! Can’t wait to show you guys on @cravingsbychrissyteigen

A post shared by chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) on Sep 17, 2020 at 3:26pm PDT

Little Miles and big sister Luna were right by their mother's side as well.

During one of her videos, she mistakenly revealed the sex of the baby by calling the baby "he":

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explaining what’s going on with my poopy placenta on my stories if you’re interested. Apologies for all the missed commitments in the next few weeks.

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People have been showering Chrissy and John with love, but trolls have been shaming the celebrity mom for oversharing.

Jaime Andrews, don't lie on us. We did not publicly shame Chrissy Teigen; she put her pictures out on Social Media for all to see. We didn't judge her; we asked a question. We have a blood relative who has had six miscarriage's and the way she handled her grief was private! https://t.co/L9lM3P1zrJ

— Diamond and Silk (@DiamondandSilk) October 1, 2020

And I will take it a step further. Chrissy Teigen is so distraught over her miscarriage that she took the time to pose for a photo of herself crying, in black and white for dramatic effect, then shared that photo with the world along with her words. Stop it.

— Carmine Sabia (@CarmineSabia) October 1, 2020

Seriously, people are vile and evil. Let this woman grieve how she sees fit. Many argued that they were glad she shared the pictures to show other women and men who have gone through the same thing that they are not alone.

If you see the photo of Chrissy Teigen grieving the loss of her child, and your first thoughts are:

“Why did she photograph herself grieving?”

and not

“Oh no. That’s terrible. She lost her child.”

You have serious psychological problems.

— Mac Lethal (@MacLethal) October 1, 2020

Dear @chrissyteigen and @johnlegend, thank you for sharing your lives -the laughter and the tears, the highs, lows and this devastating heart-break, with the rest of us.

I hope it helps you a little to see the love, prayers and positive energy from your friends and followers. https://t.co/IM2k7ZdHEj

— Ana Navarro-Cárdenas (@ananavarro) October 1, 2020

the tweets under Chrissy Teigen’s update are so vile. The internet clearly isn’t a place for you neanderthals. 1 in 4 women suffer from miscarriage and we barely speak about it, let her share if she wants to. Fuck you pic.twitter.com/PsxFv3oKsm

— mims (@magicloudx) October 1, 2020

A reminder grief doesn’t have to happen behind closed doors. It’s fine and healthy that Chrissy Teigen shared her sorrow openly— if it makes you uncomfortable you should probably re-examine your relationship with grief and difficult emotions.

— ines helene (@inihelene) October 1, 2020

Fuck every single person telling Chrissy Teigen she needs to keep this private, not post pictures and not share any details with the world. Stop stigmatizing pregnancy and infant loss. This needs to be talked about, women need to know they aren’t alone.

— Caprisha (@xxxprisha) October 1, 2020

God. People even criticize how a woman grieves the loss of her baby. I think Chrissy Teigen is brave. I’ve been there, and to have the courage to speak about it is amazing. I feel seen & acknowledged by her sharing her experience. This is why people love her so much. https://t.co/mCXIErYefC

— Elizabeth Goodyear-Grant (@eplusgg) October 1, 2020

We are definitely praying for John & Chrissy during this unfortunate and terribly devestating time.

Photo: Chrissy's IG

[Read More ...] source http://theybf.com/2020/10/01/chrissy-teigen-john-legend-lose-baby-after-pregnancy-complications-social-media-criticize

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chrishurstabs · 5 years

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10 Minute AB WORKOUT At Home: LIVE on INSTAGRAM April 14, 2018

Let’s get ready for summer! Let’s workout together!

This is a LIVE Instagram Workout from April 14, 2018.

I’m doing weekly LIVE WORKOUTS on INSTAGRAM and YOUTUBE.

Let’s become friends: IG: @evadivafit YouTube: Eva Diva Fit Twitter: Eva Goetze

Workout Details: Complete each of the following for the allotted time, depending on fitness level. Beginner 30 seconds (or 10-12 reps) Advance 45+ seconds (20+ reps)

1. Bird dog 2. Repeat bird dog for opposite side 3. Plank Around The World (Tap each side front, front, back, back) 4. Plank Around The World (Change direction) 5. Straight Knee 6. Star Toe Touch 7. Side Plank + Knee Crunch (Knee to Elbow) 8. Side Plank + Knee Crunch (Opposite side) 9. Toe Touch Crunch w/ Straight Leg (Choice: use a weight) 10. Russian Twists (Choice: use a weight, keep feet down if beginner) = If this strains your lower back, I highly recommend just doing crunches here. 11. Ushers (Keep those feet low)

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