ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ʳᵉˡᶤᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗᶤ?

"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."

⌆ for a story about their family/home life  

                  ❝ what? ❞

        there’s no good way to break it to a 13 year-old boy         that his father is DEAD. they tell him that it was an         accident at work, and ask him if he knows of any other        close family members that can take him and his sister in.        becca’s still sleeping upstairs, quietly submerged in the        peaceful world where they had at least on parent. 

        he’s too old to cry. he wants to, though, cry and scream        and throw a tantrum like he’s five again and his father        won’t buy him candy from the store on the corner. that’s        not an option. his throat feels tight, words come out weak        as he tries to desperately formulate coherent thoughts after        being told terrible news. 

                  ❝ ida. aunt ida. we used to go over there at christmas. ❞

        shaky breath in, shaky breath out. the door is still in the same position        as when they arrived, bucky’s hand still on the door holding it        open. 

                 ❝      what’s gonna happen to us? ❞

        his voice cracks, clenches his jaw ( he CAN’T cry. )           the answer comes back after a momenet of silence.          he’s told they’ll have to contact this aunt ( unless, of          course james can first ) and see if she’s willing to take          them in. 

                ❝ and if she won’t?❞

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

★: A blog you'd love to roleplay with

✖: A plot you would never do/can't do with your character

♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect

☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying

☠: Something you dislike about your fandom

➸: Something you like about your fandom

✉: Someone you're afraid to approach/unsure of approaching

☄: A doubt you have about your writing

☮: Something you're confident about with your writing

✿: Three of your favourite followers

❂: Three of your favourite blogs that you follow

❢: Your favourite icon of your muse's FC

♘: Your favourite icon of your Mun FC

☎: A picture of yourself

♫: An argument that you're sick of hearing

                                                                ❝ where’re we going? ❞