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Trauma Tuesday

This week in Trauma Tuesday I figured why not give Jason some dissection trauma for a change. So warning for that.

DP x DC, dead on main

Next to his parents a man’s body laid on a steel table, chest cut open, ribs broken and sticking up. Everything was glistening red.

“His heart’s not beating,” Nightwing said faintly in horror as they all realized they were too late.

“What have you done!” Danny exclaimed in despair. “Why? He’s human!”

There were lines. Lines he’d hoped his parents wouldn’t cross. Liminal or not, somehow Danny hadn’t expected they’d kill him. Experiment yes, but cut him open so he bled out?

“He’s no more human than you!” His mother snarled.

And that had Danny’s head snapping to the body. Could it be?

He zipped over and pushed his parents away with a shield, instantly they started shooting at him and his shield. He willed it to hold against the ectopowered blasts. Then focused on the body.

If he was no more human than Danny, that would mean- a tiny wisp of cold air escaped his lips as he found it, his core. Small and malnourished and somehow running on the worst ectoplasmic slough-off he’d ever seen; it was fucking beautiful.

“Hey,” he whispered reaching in intangibly cradling his hands around it where it was inside the heart itself. A consciousness shifted inside and Danny felt a wave of relief and he choked on a laugh or a sob, he wasn’t sure.

“He’s alive,” he shouted over the blasts against his shield.

“His heart’s not beating! Even if you could start it-“ Nightwing didn’t have to continue; they could all see what had been done.

But they didn’t understand.

“He’s not gone,” Danny snarled, “Deal with them.” He tossed his head towards his parents. “And I will deal with this.”

He had a core. He wasn’t just liminal. He was like Danny; that was why they’d cut him open.

-

Jason felt floaty, cradled safely in a way that was hard to explain. Distantly in his chest there was pain. It made no sense what was going on?

There was a flash of relief and then a soothing hum met the question, and an echoey voice spoke:

“Try to relax, you’re very bad off.”

Bad off? What had happened?

A shudder of grief ran over him, was the voice crying?

“I’m so, so sorry, they hurt you because you’re like me.”

There was more to the story, a complicated knot of feelings: grief and disappointment, loss, betrayal.

“But look at you, you’re so amazing.” There was a wave of pride and love, large and encompassing and Jason had no clue what to do with it. He felt- he didn’t know how to describe it: Full? Bursting? Like he was about to cry. What had he done to warrant that?

Why? Why would you?

“You are of mine, and that in itself is enough. But you are even like me.” There was a sense of wonder and longing, tickling at the edges of his awareness.

“You are so resilient, somehow you’ve managed to survive even crippled by poisoned ectoplasm.”

He got the distinct impression of a feral smile.

“Let’s see what your core can do with the good stuff.”

It felt like a shock to his chest. A jumpstart and suddenly he felt it. The ball of energy that was him, his essence, his core, and the steady stream of energy being poured in. He was more his core than he was his body.

His body, which he knew wasn’t supposed to be like this, cut open, bleeding, dying. But his body was human and human bodies required so much more than just energy to heal, how was he-

“Don’t worry. Trust, Jason. I’m giving you the energy, just trust your core to know what’s right.”

A frisson of worry shot through him.

What about you?

He felt another smile, and beneath that more affection. Somehow, despite not quite feeling the pain from his gaping chest he could feel fingers tenderly running through his hair.

“It won’t hurt me, I’m also quite resilient.”

-

So as implied here there’s a reveal gone bad in the past between Danny and his parents. They now work for the GIW.

The rest of the story you’ll find out later, there’s probably some other bits here and there that would be good for Trauma Tuesday.

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

also please stop traumadumping in the notes/tags, that's not the point of this post. it's really upsetting to see on my feed, so i'm muting the notifs for this post. if you have a question about this post, dm me, but i don't want a constant influx of traumatic stories. xox

Bar Soap vs. Liquid Soap – The Shocking Truth About Your Daily Wash

Bar Soap is Back – Here’s Why You Should Ditch the Pump

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1. Handmade Bar Soaps Are Gentler on Your Skin

Most commercial liquid soaps contain harsh detergents, synthetic fragrances, and preservatives that can strip your skin of its natural oils. This can lead to dryness, irritation, and even exacerbate conditions like eczema.

Handmade bar soaps, especially those made with natural oils and butters, provide deep hydration and nourishment. A study published in the Journal of Dermatological Treatment found that soaps containing plant-based oils like olive oil and shea butter help improve skin barrier function and retain moisture (Sator et al., 2003).

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Many liquid soaps contain sodium lauryl sulfate (SLS) and parabens, which have been linked to skin irritation and hormone disruption (Darbre et al., 2004). Handmade bar soaps, on the other hand, are typically crafted with pure, natural ingredients—no harsh additives, no unnecessary chemicals, just wholesome goodness.

3. Better for the Environment

Liquid soaps come in plastic bottles, contributing to the massive problem of plastic waste. According to a 2018 report by the United Nations, over 300 million tons of plastic waste are produced each year, and a significant portion ends up in landfills or oceans (United Nations Environment Programme, 2018).

Bar soaps, especially handmade ones, usually come in minimal or biodegradable packaging, making them a much more eco-friendly choice. Plus, they require less water and energy to produce compared to liquid soaps (Bakker et al., 2009).

4. Bar Soaps Last Longer & Save You Money

Did you know that bar soaps last up to six times longer than liquid soap? A study from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology found that bar soap usage is more efficient, with significantly lower product waste compared to liquid soap pumps (Götz et al., 2017).

Liquid soap often gets over-pumped or wasted due to its watery consistency, while a solid bar allows for controlled usage, ensuring you get the most out of every lather.

5. Handmade Soaps Contain Glycerin – A Skin Superhero

Glycerin is a natural humectant, meaning it attracts moisture to your skin. Unfortunately, many commercial liquid soaps have their glycerin removed to be used in other cosmetic products.

Handmade bar soaps retain their natural glycerin, making them deeply moisturizing and perfect for sensitive or dry skin (Morris et al., 2010).

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Source: Bar Soap vs. Liquid Soap – The Shocking Truth About Your Daily Wash

I think it fits

Everyone pick up your government-assigned fursona, grab your two colors then combine it with this random animal picker. Tell us what you get and no rerolls, I don't make the rules.

Heh, time for the angst. Later on, when another match was planned and she texted him about it he didn't respond. So she asked again the next day and yet, still no response. At first she had though he had forgotten his phone in another room while reading, but not checking it 2 days in a row made her concerned. Getting her Er-ge to bring her over to his apartment was not even the hardest part, it was the fact that Yuan-ge was ignorant for another day that spiked her worry.

When Er-ge knocked, there was no response. It wasn't open, so no one had broken in. He unlocked the door and the smell hit her. It was terrible, like the dumpsters in the city all in one space.

"YUAN-GE?!" she cried in question, waiting for a response, praying for something. She had read enough novels to know that horrid smell, but never imagined she would know it for herself.

Running through the hallways to the room where her brother resided.

"Why do you not love me anymore Yuan-ge~?" She whined as he lougned next to her. She dramatically fell into his lap, earning a wince for her efforts.

He had always been somewhat sickly, as their rather common hospital visits showed throughout their childhood. Strength always avoided him, from his bones to his immune system, he was nye skin and bones at all times. But, he made up for it in brain and wit. A wind may blow him over, but not before he finds every flaw of its existence and made it's own mother disapointed in it.

"It's not that I don't love you, I just can't get out that often Sui-mei. I wish I could go but I still have to finish this chapter, and it's pollen season."

She crashed into the room, something that Yuan-ge would never have allowed finding what she had prayed not to.

The source of the smell-

her brothers corpse.

Airplanes death actually wasn't an accident. Shen Yuan's little sister went to her school's sports match to cheer for her friends and the guys asked "your brother didn't come with you this time...?" And she answered he was busy bingereading some novel and the team members all wished death on the authour so hard the universe had to kill Shang Qinghua

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!

Abolish Tesla.

Happy dannypocalypse guys! I don't know how to edit, and I'm really just a one trick pony, so here you go :)

And a bonus Danno on a Stick!

My GF and I have discutions about this crap all the time, it makes no sense to us, like WHY are you so invested in this woman that is not your wife?!?!? Oh, you like her ok vs Because she has more sex appeal? Why is that more important than the woman who, I don't know, is willing to spend the rest of her life with you and will support you no matter what!?!?!

IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!

y'know, one thing i don't see get talked about much in regards to asexuality is how it feels to never be 'sexually motivated' by anything

and not just when it comes to advertisements using 'sexy' models to try and sell you stuff, but like. in general

sex as a favor, sex as a bribe, sex in exchange for whatever

casual sex, 'friends with benefits' situations, even simple flirting

it all looks a whole lot different from the perspective of someone who's immune to manipulation via sex appeal, who has virtually no understanding as to why sex would motivate someone to cheat on their partner, etc. etc.

sex is worthless to me

i mean, it's useful as a story element in fiction, but it genuinely perplexes me that sex is such a driving force behind so many aspects of irl society & of people's individual lives, for better or for worse

and that it's so deeply ingrained into how the average person views the world & various situations, because the average person feels sexual attraction, whereas i do not

i think the barrier between aces & allos is actually even deeper than it seems on the surface at times, because it's more than just the grating expectation that everyone must want to 'settle down' and have kids, it's also the fact that the majority of the world is sort of 'in' on a joke that aces will never truly be a part of