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@crashingallthemodes
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iiiiif you feel like a disposable burden clap ur hands
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❝ if i trust you with a SECRET can you promise not to be a big mouth for once in your life ?? ❞
“me?? bigmouthed???? never !! tell me ! ”
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Hurt rp Starters
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don’t want to get even more hurt, do you?”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“Whoa, that’s purple… It looks like your shoulder is dislocated.”
“Oh my god. Are you okay?”
“You’re bleeding… You’re bleeding bad…”
“This is gonna hurt…”
“Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don’t bend that way!”
“It’s all swollen up…”
“You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?”
“Okay… Okay, hospital. Hospital, now.”
“I think you have a concussion.”
“Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?”
“Here, lean on me.”
“I’m gonna need more bandaids…”
“What the hell happened to you!?”
“Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit…”
“We need to get the bullet out…”
“Oh my god, you’ve been shot!”
“Did… did you get beat up!?”
“Just hold on. You’re gonna be fine…”
“Look out for that car!”
“Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!”
“You’re alive! Oh, thank god!”
“I’m no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It’s bleeding a lot…”
“What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?”
“Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?”
“You must have hit the back of your head really hard.”
“Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?”
rb this with how long you’ve been on tumblr and what ur blog was initally about vs what’s it about now
people who made blogs before 2012 are the Ancient Gods talked about in fantasy
My first post was in March 2010 and it was some gay mermaid art. Seems pretty consistent with me now, lol.
anyway, bart allen is a trans boy,
there is a little box on his bed, wrapped with a pink bow, a kiss mark on the corner. when he opens it, it is full of therapy pamphlets, cute cartoon doodles and motivational quotes, links to self help books. a handwritten note in sparkly pink script-- "hey !! i was thinking, and maybe there's like, lots of better ways of coping with whatever you've got going on than having me almost kill you ! maybe get a buddy !! talk to your hot cousin !!! go on walks ! i dunno. hang in there. --bonbon <3"
“…”
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Running his hand through Bart’s hair Wally gave him a small smile before leaning down and pressing a small kiss on his forehead, “goodnight Bart. Sweet dreams.”
a little scrunch of his freckled nose when wally’s lips press against his forehead. his fingers still cling to his cousin’s shirt sleeve, tight, like he’s afraid he’ll leave, but his body language has softened since he’s been placed in bed. he’s sleepy.
the bandage around his shoulder is still spotted with blood, but it looks better, he looks better. he’s less pale. his lips and his cheeks have color, and his eyes as their lashes are closed against his freckled cheek are closed with half-sleep rather than unconsciousness. he’ll be all but good as new in the morning.
“m’not sleepy... love you...”
his grip on his cousin’s sleeve releases, and he falls asleep safe there. he’s okay.
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
“ you gotta tell me about the future of vine , hermano. do we ever get vine back ? you know before the alien invasion destroys life as we knew it. ” @crashingallthemodes
“uh... i mean, i kinda....... was born after the............... aliens part... so i don’t actually know? i mean, i did also change the course of the entire timestream, so the cool thing is the time i lived in isn’t our future !! so vine might come back !!!”
Send "🌀" to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up
but i was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out. i was not made with a lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow. i was made heavy. half blade and half silk. difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow.

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his eyes look gold behind the goggles, his freckled nose scrunched as his gaze flickers over the scene. a leather-gloved hand rests on his hip, splattered with blood, the same blood that seems to cover every inch of this alley, belonging to the person he stands above.
‘if you’re more careful about being seen on these missions, you won’t have to kill so much’. that’s what the scientist is always saying, but there is never any heat behind her words. the boy has to have his fun, after all.
he startles at the sound behind him, whipping around to face whoever made it. as his gaze flickers over them, registering who it is, he visibly eases, a relaxed smile finding its way across his features.
“oh, hi. come here often?”
“just come here.”
“.....”
green eyes flicker to the window, visibly contemplating bolting. he knew he had a pretty solid chance of getting away-- he’s faster than his cousin-- but a pretty solid chance of getting caught-- wally knows how to catch him, after so many years.
finally his shoulders fall in a sort of defeated way and he does slowly cross the room to meet wally. the injury in question, a bullet wound in his shoulder, is rapidly healing under the tear in his jacket, as are the cuts across his face.
“i already got it out. it’s fine. ididn’tdoitonpurpose. i just wasn’t paying attention.”
obvious lies. bart hardly tries with wally anymore.
“i thought you’d be asleep.”