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Exploring themes of ; addiction & recovery, (found) family, loss & grief, finding one’s purpose, and love.
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#F1RSTRESPONDER ; an independent rp blog for
𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗
Exploring themes of ; addiction & recovery, (found) family, loss & grief, finding one’s purpose, and love.
Written by Shar, she / her. GMT+1.
crédits : murdock
Gentle reminder that often creativity decides to hibernate for a bit.
It’s okay. You’re not broken, you’re resting, and much like spring, creativity comes back.
In Art Therapy we call this incubating.
You’re incubating ideas. Like an egg. There’s stuff growing inside. Your ideas are collecting and culminating and melding, merging into something.
Don’t crack it open before it’s ready. Wait until you hear it tap tap tapping with its egg tooth. Then slowly help it from its shell bit by bit.
Be kind. Be gentle. We are all growing things tender and soft but capable of great power if given the time to grow and change.
TK + AFD t-shirts & hoodies
Imagine Person A is waiting at the bar of a very trendy restaurant for a dinner with friends when they see a distressed Person B sitting alone at a nearby table and begging the manager for just five more minutes please my date must be running late. As the manager is about to ask Person B to vacate the table, Person A feels bad and walks up over pretending to be Person B’s missing date. What happens next and whether Person B plays along or not is up to you.
stories stained so deep they won't wash off. all these scars have turned my colors to the darkest shades of black.
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ANONYMOUS: 📌 ― a staple on the dash
i'd go say everyone i follow , because a lot of these peoples i see , even though we're not interacting much , are a treasure and i'll forever & always love. but i think due to some thing i'm very biased and there are a few my babes can't live without anymore , because they're so & probably too attached. opsie.
@f1rstresponder ; like if you do not follow shar , you miss out on a lot. fun ooc talk. screaming. loving. she's a delight and i don't want to miss her in the world. she's truly the best <3 <3 <3 <3 and yes , go follow her now!!!
@biosurvive: dj will always be one of my faves around here. not only because piers is so ridiculously attached to chris , but the way dj writes ??? chefs kiss. don't want to miss out on this either. ever. like never.
@manufactoredxbyxdesign: oh man , i don't even know where to start , but it's such a bliss to see wesker coming to life and you miss out if you don't follow , i swear. i'm so super excited all the time TT
fun at the pumpkin farm
Brock huffed out a small laugh at TK's encouragement for him to continue talking. This guy was even more cagey about opening up than some others he had met in here. "Fine. Before this, I used to be military, did a few different tours and got discharged. Without the structure, I started to get restless, lost my way. I'd go to bars and get drunk just to look for a fight. I fell on hard times and turned to some underground fightin', they only had a few rules and if ya won, the pay out was okay. I suppose they had people from here that were watching and they offered me what I thought would be somethin' better. Now, I'm not really sure if I made the right choice." He explained. "I don't really have much of a choice now, though."
Without the gauze there to staunch the flow of blood, the gash on his forehead kept steadily dripping, the warm, sticky trail of blood settling just above his eyebrow before sliding down the side of his face. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the trail of blood, watching it stain the tattered hand wraps when he pulled it away.
TK's not surprised. More than half of the fighters here have past military experience and TK's sure it's not a coincidence. These so-called scouts or recruiters know exactly what they're looking for. TK's own recruitment, though, now that was a coincidence. Or just an unfortunate turn of events that kept getting more and more unfortunate until TK had no choice but to accept the offer they gave him. Even though it wasn't so much an offer as it was them demanding that TK pay off his debt. In the end, he knows, it was his own damn fault, which is exactly why he can't help but snort a little at Brock's words.
"Yeah, I don’t think I made the right choice either," TK says as he puts down the materials to clean the cut on the other's forehead once again. "Hold this for me, will you?" He presses a few sterile gauze pads to the wound and waits until Brock takes over from him.
"Might be best if you lie down for this." TK nods towards the metal examination table behind Brock. "I'll be with you in a minute."
i’m not gone, i promise! it’s just that i’ve been struggling a little when it comes to my mental health :/ sometimes tumblr helps to get me out of my head, while other times it only fuels my anxiety... so i'm kinda trying to find a balance here.. i'm going to work fewer hours (starting next week) so i'm sure that's definitely going to take away some stress! anyway, i'm a hypocrite, because even though i keep telling everyone that personal life and mental health is more important than tumblr, i do feel like i've been the worst rp partner and i feel really, really bad for not being as active as i used to be or even disappearing for weeks at a time i appreciate every single one of you, and i just wanted to let you guys know i'm still here and haven't forgotten any of you ❤️
Concept: we’re laying in bed and the world is soft and quiet. You have your arm around my waist and I listen to you breathe as we fall asleep. No one can take this moment from us.
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Head wound. Overdose. Moderate traumatic brain injury. Swelling and increase in intracranial pressure. Medically induced coma. A woman in a white jacket said these things on the first day, as if all her years of study and practice gave her the right to look at TK like that – with such pity – and speak those words as if he didn't realize already how bad things are.
It's been nearly a week now, TK thinks, but it's hard to keep track of time. Most of the days were spent at Carlos' bedside, with TK refusing to leave the room for the first two days, and then finally agreeing to leave the hospital for a whole 5 minutes on the third day to get some fresh air. Which he didn't need. He needs his fiancé to wake up and get better and just– survive.
Logically, TK knows that the drug-induced coma, even after the overdose, was necessary. It would reduce the energy requirements of the brain, which in turn reduces blood flow and pressure, and allows the brain to rest. To heal. Emotionally, though.. TK's a mess.
They've slowly started to wean Carlos off the sedatives yesterday and he may begin to slowly regain consciousness soon. Could even take a few days, the doctor warned, so there's no need to constantly hover, but Carlos has been getting a little more restless and TK just has to be there when he wakes up.
He forgoes the sofa-bed tonight, instead deciding to spend the night at Carlos' bedside in the chair he's grown way too accustomed to over the last week. Andrea brought pillows and blankets, so the chair isn't too uncomfortable, but still.. TK's back is anything but happy when he leans forward to rest his head on the bed, his fingers gently curled around Carlos' arm. He's been careful to avoid the damaged skin of Carlos' wrists that's still raw and chafed from struggling against the damn zip ties.
"Goodnight, baby," he whispers quietly, just like he does every night before he falls asleep to the beeping noises of the monitors and the mechanical whir of the ventilator.
paul, carlos & marjan | 3.17 “spring cleaning”