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gruntsandpoetry

All this time, and this is what You send me?

#;i can judge a cover 'cause i wrote the book (aiden fc)

ladyhawke

Sam Reid as Father Ignatius in LAMBS OF GOD 1.01 “The Devil into Paradise”

#;give a little love bring me back a dog in the next life (elliot fc)

ijaazat

i don't suffer from i could fix him disease because i like my men evil

#;i put a spell on you and now you're mine (ladybird aesthetic)#;in the darkest night there's a guiding star (ladybird thoughts)

kthrynhahn

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA - Season 3, Episode 6

#;swear to god i ain't ever gonna repent (ladybird fc)#[ i have to go to work soon so humor me with the loving ladybird spam so early ]

caossource

DECADENCE

#;swear to god i ain't ever gonna repent (ladybird fc)#;how fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes (ladybird canon)#;i put a spell on you and now you're mine (ladybird aesthetic)#body image tw

crestfallen-infatuation

#;i put a spell on you and now you're mine (ladybird aesthetic)#;you're a broke ass bitch go cry to your mom (ladybird music)

smacksmash

#;knew when you was born you'd end up snakebit like me (nate fc)

pittmngrmoved

@chcsingdrecms sent [ ice pack ] sender wraps an ice pack in a towel and presses it gently where it hurts - from ladybird on chcsingdrecms

Robby hisses as the ice pack makes a connection with his cheek. Oh, that's going to bruise. Combatitive patients are nothing new but some of them are more of a struggle to deal with than others.

It is only after they get him sedated and handled does Robby actually take the time to deal with his own wound. Though, it's the woman before him that manages to convince him to slow down for a minute.

He can't have his student doctors worried about him.

"I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been punched." He takes over holding the ice pack, pressing it to his throbbing cheek and trying not to wince as moving his lips pulls at the split lip there.

"This happens sometimes. Hazards of the job. We deal with it."

chcsingdrecms

Oh, she definitely can't hide the sympathy wince that darts across her face. Shows like a neon sign frankly, concern even if Ladybird reasonably knows it's a hazard of the field. Heard enough horror stories from her mom over the years-- perks of having a doctor in the family, she had always supposed.

But knowing and seeing first hand are two different beasts.

Shaking the condensation off her hand, she lingers for a moment-- still too fresh from classes to get used to seeing her attending get socked in the jaw. There's that sympathy wince again, "I know tensions can run high here, but shit."

Yeah, not a badge of honor to look forward too. Even if it's inevitable. Ladybird chewed her lower lip for a moment in thought- could probably throw a rock and be hard pressed to not hit a staff member who'd be assaulted on the job. "At least there isn't, like, a MMA fight in town this week."

Not her best joke, but could be worse, right?

#ic;ladybird #pittmngr #v; undetermined #[ pls humor me im on mobile ]

paradoxnexus

UNLUCKY FLANNEL.

#;well they gave me some beans for my last meal with twenty three minutes to go (sonny canon)

chcsingdrecms

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#ic;izzy #ic;sonny #;drabble time #;well they gave me some beans for my last meal with twenty three minutes to go (sonny canon)#[ you know how i mentioned that hc post of there being a tape of sonny's death floating around? :) ]#[ had the urge to write it ]#[ from the view of like; one of izzy's friends who thinks it's a shitty homemade horror movie ]#[ and not what it really is ]#[ and just sends izzy a copy of it like hey bro that dude you're living with looks like the dude in this how weird ]

thedgeofsleep

THE EDGE OF SLEEP (2024) dir. Corey Adams 1.02 — The Elephant.

#;well they gave me some beans for my last meal with twenty three minutes to go (sonny canon)

chcsingdrecms

sonny has times were they remember everything that happened. death. the pain. the fear. the not understanding what was going on or why. it's usually haunting his dreams, visions of woodland, of thick trees and lush greenery. it hangs like a memory just out of fingertip reach.

the memories of friends-- or at least what they thought were friends-- drinking by the campfire, the smell of smoke thick on his tongue. fleeting feelings of joy. of companionship.

just for those memories to slip away when he fully wakes up, just leaving a tightness to his muscles as if he'd been trying to run.

#;well they gave me some beans for my last meal with twenty three minutes to go (sonny canon)

chcsingdrecms

something something how sonny had to deal with coming back to life-- not even intentionally, not even completely at first-- after being dead for well over thirty years. thirty years for fucks sake. and having to deal with just how much the world had changed during his death. that nothing was the same. that there was almost nothing familiar for sonny to hold onto to try and get some kind of solid footing.

everyone who had known sonny in life had moved on for the most part, their parents grieved the loss for years, never knowing what happened. even they moved on with their lives, they had too.

that the story spun was just that sonny ran away. despite that not being something he would have done. that was just the easier answer than the truth.

#;well they gave me some beans for my last meal with twenty three minutes to go (sonny canon)