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Dragged down, darker yet darker as you lose which way is up. Will you ever find it? The snare around your leg dragging you down yet the unbound lifeline is still tangled around your wrist. It leaks into every fiber of you, is this the end? Will I die here? You can’t breathe. Hands free you from the snare and bring you up, light flooding everything yet where is the air? You still can’t breathe, not when it’s still everywhere, all over, in every crevasse, within you. Even as you are pulled out and to saftey, back to the shore you should’ve never left. You still find yourself yearning, even as acid from its rejection still burns your throat. You had fun didn’t you?
oh my god that fucking bitch of a smiley shit did it again. another walk. at least it was thirty minutes instead of an hour this time but holy shit he took the long, hard route. Im going to beat that little shit i swear to god
He felt it the most when he had to speak. Every time he opened his mouth, he had a feeling the water would pour in gallons into his mouth and throat and finally finish what it began. But it didn’t. And he had to push past the salt on his toungue and answer whatever well meaning question he was asked. It clung to him. Weighed on his shoulders like the drenched uniform, the weight of which he could never get rid of. So he straightened his back more until he was taut like a rope about to snap. And sometimes he felt like he would. Like the pull into the depths would finally win and he’d disappear under the cold folds that no one else seemed to notice. It must’ve been that just like water, see through. There were days when he couldn’t believe it. Surely, others must see it too? Sense it at least? That it surrounds him, makes it difficult to even move. To make a single step forward. It was like water in the way that it was everywhere. A part of him. And like with water, he knows he won’t be able to live without it.
Glide (2494 words) by Fushiguro_Tsumiki (Yellow_Faerie) [AO3]
Chapters : 1/1 Fandom : 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga) Rating : Teen And Up Audiences Warnings : No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships : Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru Characters: Fushiguro Tsumiki, Gojo Satoru Additional Tags : Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, POV Fushiguro Tsumiki, Child Fushiguro Tsumiki, Drowning, Winter, Ice Skating, Frostbite, First Aid, Movie Night, Hurt/Comfort, Parental Gojo Satoru, Protective Gojo Satoru, Near Death Experiences Series : Part 2 of June of Doom 2026 , Part 1 of The Christmas Eve Curse Summary : Satoru takes Megumi and Tsumiki on holiday over Christmas, and while trying to prove herself, Tsumiki makes an almost fatal decision. For @juneofdoom day 2 (prompt: drowning) - this is my first JJK fic for the event (the first of MANY lol) and it was a lot of fun to write…I’m a big fan of parental Gojo and Tsumiki’s terrible self-worth issues lol
24 घंटे बाद स्वर्णरेखा नदी से मिला युवक का शव, एनडीआरएफ ने चलाया सर्च अभियान चांडिल: चौका थाना क्षेत्र स्थित जायदा मंदिर के समीप स्वर्णरेखा नदी में डूबे सोनारी निवासी युवक का शव करीब 24 घंटे बाद मंगलवार को बरामद कर लिया गया। एनडीआरएफ की टीम ने घंटों तक सर्च अभियान चलाने के बाद नदी से शव निकाला। मृतक की पहचान जमशेदपुर के सोनारी स्थित आदर्श कॉलोनी निवासी 23 वर्षीय प्रेम कुमार के रूप में हुई है। वह विक्रम कुमार का पुत्र था।… https://townpost.net/2026/06/09/24-hours-after-the-body-of-a-youth-was-found-in-the-swarnarekha-river-ndrf-launched-a-search-operation/ https://townpost.net/2026/06/09/24-hours-after-the-body-of-a-youth-was-found-in-the-swarnarekha-river-ndrf-launched-a-search-operation/?utm_source=tumblr&utm_medium=jetpack_social
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I’m having a very flashbacks time Which sucks for a lot of reasons Getting sucked wholly into the past Being the only time I can think visually It sucks trying to be okay with Seemingly mundane things Ejecting me from the present Much less try to explain it to others Shouldn’t use my ways to make it stop Drown the demons by any means Apparently my future self would suffer If I make it go away just for tonight
WEST SINGHBHUM : मनोहरपुर में नहाने के दौरान किशोर का पैर फिसला, कुएं में डूबने से मौत मनोहरपुर : पश्चिमी सिंहभूम जिले के जराईकेला थाना क्षेत्र अंतर्गत सागजोड़ी गांव में एक दर्दनाक हादसे में 14 वर्षीय किशोर की कुएं में डूबने से मौत हो गई। घटना के बाद पूरे गांव में शोक का माहौल है, जबकि मृतक के परिजनों का रो-रोकर बुरा हाल है।… https://townpost.net/2026/06/07/a-teenager-slipped-while-bathing-in-manoharpur-and-died-after-drowning-in-a-well/ https://townpost.net/2026/06/07/a-teenager-slipped-while-bathing-in-manoharpur-and-died-after-drowning-in-a-well/?utm_source=tumblr&utm_medium=jetpack_social
Ive been reflecting some verses in Romans chapter 7, and that John was one relatable fella. 7:18 - “For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not so the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do - this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging a war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.” I find myself constantly kicking myself for the way I let evil consume me, but while knowing with my whole heart that I need to surrender myself to the Lord and start living how he wants me to, I keep forcing myself into this pit of darkness. I feel like I need to live with my head in the ground and a mouthful of pills. “Oh what a wretched man I am”
June of Doom 2026 - Day 5 Masterlist | Ao3 Series Title: “another day (another systematic nightmare)” Prompts: “Why are you looking at me like this?” (24) Lost at Sea | Drowning (2) | Flood (15) | Near-death experience (30) Fandom: Star Wars - The Clone Wars Characters: Delta-62 | Scorch & Delta-07 | Sev, Delta-40 | Fixer & Delta-07 | Sev Add. Tags: Near Drowning, Near Death Experience, Hurt/Comfort, CPR, Cuddling & Snuggling, Blood & Injury, Angst Note: Delta Squad!! Yay!! For the Mando'a translations, come find this work on Ao3 :) @juneofdoom During a mission, a dam breaks right in front of Sev and pulls him under. When the water swallows him, he soon realizes that he might have to say goodbye to his life. Luckily, he still has his brothers with him, who are not willing to let him go yet. Noticeably, the sound is lacking when Sev sorts through his memories later. He is just taking cover behind a large boulder, on comms with Boss and Fixer. Sev doesn’t hear the explosion nor the continuing salvos of fire from the battle droids. There is no cracking, no soft hissing of pressure doors opening, only silence. The water is fast when it is freed from the dam and Sev remembers knowing it is coming but he can’t pinpoint his reaction anymore. The wave crashes over him before he can fully turn his head towards the water, drags him under, off the plateau they were located on. This was supposed to be a relatively easy mission. Easy as in, as easy as the missions that Delta Squad are tasked with go. Boss and Fixer are somewhere up inside the base, attempting to take over the control rooms of the droid base. Sev hears them over his comms, shouting as he falls. They must have seen the dam break, too. At the bottom left of his HUD, he sees two little icons pop up, indicating that his vode have accessed the vital signs monitor and location tracker of his suit. For a moment he feels safe. The pleasant feeling fades away fast when his body hits the surface of a wide river that is located under the plateau. His body breaks through the surface tension of the river and crashes hard onto the bottom. His suit shields go down by half the bar in an instant, and they weren’t in good condition to begin with, after the exchange of fire with the guard droids. Sev most definitely does not want to know the height he just fell. Slowly, the water slithers into the cracks of his suit and drains the undersuit, cold-wet. Instinctively, he finds the suit control on his lower arm and switches to internal air regulation, sealing the suit completely. Kamino is wet. Always. On Kamino, where it is raining 22 hours per day, Sev learned to hate water. Towards the end of their training as special forces, most of the exercises had taken place outside in the wet and cold. Upon leaving their birth planet, Sev fell in love with the sunlight. A shake goes through his armour, and his suit systems warn him about low oxygen atmosphere and high pressure. Osik. Sev tries to kick up to the surface through the dazed feeling, but he is blind down here. The wave of water has stirred up all the debris from the river ground, black sand mixes with the water and clouds his vision. Small pebbles and rocks hit his helmet and make metallic knocks ring through his head. He stretches his arms out again and tries to find leverage against the ground with his feet. The waves drag him back under and twist his arms back painfully. He’s flailing against the stream but there is no place he can find that allows him to grip or tuck himself into until the wave passes or until he can get a clear view. There is talking over the comms, and he sees his brother’s icons light up on his HUD but over the thunderous crashing of waves, he can’t make out any words. He gets a glance at the map of his HUD and sees the sudden bend the river makes just a second before his body hits hard stone. His back slams into it first and knocks the wind out of his lungs. Sev attempts to get a grip on the stone but before he can brace himself, he is already dragged on by the wave. Pressed deeper under the water, his head hits the riverbed. At first, he can’t place the soft hissing noise correctly, but when the water hits his chin, he realizes that the soft hissing noise was the unsealing of his suit systems. A second later, the red, pulsing warnings pop up on his HUD. Fear only grips him when he swallows the first mouthful of water. The water has drained into his suit by now, dragging him down and Sev is strong, but he has little to hold up against a force of nature like this. From here on, everything happens in lightning speed but simultaneously, he remembers every snapshot of memory, every picture, every desperate attempts to get his head above the surface. With intact suit systems, he could survive under the water for up for 30 minutes, if he were pushing it. That way, he would just submit his body to the stream and wait till it spits him out somewhere onto a sliver of shore. With the current condition of his suit systems, he estimates the time he has left before losing consciousness to be about 30 seconds. He tilts his head up in an attempt to breath but swallows another mouthful of murky water. The heaviness of his suit pulls him farther away from the light. He tries to get rid of his helmet, but he can’t quite get his arms to his neck, so he cruelly has to wait until the water rises too high for him to open his eyes anymore. His lungs are screaming at this point. He lets the darkness swallow him and hopes for a quick death. When Sev gains back his consciousness, he almost immediately shoots up into a seated position, violently coughing up his lungs. His chest compresses harshly in an attempt to get rid of all the water he swallowed while trapped under the waves. Someone is hitting his back plate roughly, making him jerk forward and spitting more water onto the ground. His body is still longing for air, but he only manages a few weak gasps. His shoulders jerk until he finally manages a breath with enough volume that it makes his body melt back into a laying position. His head hits the pebbled ground and now he also notices the soft streaming noise of the river in the background. Oh. It is still there. “Sev, come on.” A hand pats his cheek a few times. He tries to turn his face away sluggishly. He isn’t dead and he would like to enjoy that knowledge in peace for a few moments. Well, he isn’t dead, yet . He wouldn’t be surprised if things only get more osik’la from here on. Aside from not being dead, he feels pain when he breathes in. His ribs aren’t extending with his lungs, compressing his chest painfully. If he is being entirely honest with himself, everything from his pounding head to his burning throat and constricting stomach muscles feels like it is actively trying to kill him. “Sev!” Oh. That voice sounds like Scorch’s, actually. He tries to pry open his eyes when he suddenly gets turned onto his side. His face scratches over the gravel and a hand is being pushed under his neck, gently tilting his face up. “Mhh,” he hums sleepily, a little annoyed. This position isn’t actually that bad, at least it makes breathing a less painful act. “Sev! Maker…” Scorch sighs audibly. “ K'oyacyi . Fixer is on his way.” He huffs grumpily. It’s not that he hates his brothers, but he also needs and values his alone time, and this is most definitely an alone-time-moment. Scorch chuckles softly in response. He sounds so close… Sev manages to open his eyes halfway and looks directly into the face of his brother who is crouched down and bend over by his side. “Sev. Hi, vod . Gar jate ?” He hums affirmative. He isn’t well, per se, but he is so high on actually being alive that he doesn’t mind too much. What surprisingly is actually bothering him is the tiredness. “ Jor’lek ,” he mutters, before letting his eyes fall shut again. The next time he wakes, he is on his back again, and it is darker than it was before. He is no longer stranded on the shore, that he knows for sure, since his armour is missing completely now. He feels lighter, aside from a heavy weight on his legs, and when he rubs his fingers over the surface, he feels sheets under the tips. His upper body is slightly elevated which makes breathing much easier but there is also something fixed over his face that he does not like at all. He lifts his arm, lethargic, and tries to brush whatever is sitting on his face away. “No,” a firm voice by his side states. “Leave it, vod’ika .” He grunts in annoyance and ignores the voice until someone grabs his hand and holds it firmly, away from his face. Slowly, he opens his eyes. The grey walls of the shuttle great him and he attempts to glare at the person next to him. This time it is Fixer who is standing by his side. Sev would expect him to look unimpressed or raise his eyebrow at him, the way he does most of the time when he is the one who has to treat his di’kut brothers again for some stupid injuries. Instead, Fixer looks worried, glances at his datapad and the monitors anxiously, before catching his gaze again. He continues holding Sev’s hand, not pulling it away from his face, but simply pressing it every now and then. “Why are you looking at me like this?” Sev mutters. Fixer’s eyes widen for a moment, his lips disappearing into a thin, concentrated line. He turns away for a moment and rests his hands on top of his head in a helpless gesture before he turns back to Sev. “Fix?” He repeats quietly. “I am looking at you like that” —oh no, not that tone— “because you, Sev’ika , almost drowned earlier. Not just dipped into the water, you were dead for a solid minute. Kyrayc .” Fixer is slowly getting louder and Sev has rarely seen him get frustrated. Fixer is level-headed, seeing him like this is very much out of the ordinary. “Boss and I watched you flatline. Scorch had to break seven of your ribs in order to do effective chest compressions.” Oh. That explains the pain. He manages to lift his hand and rest it against his chest, finding a layer of thick bandages. Now he also registers the cleansing smell of bacta. Fixer exhales slowly and ruffles Sev’s hair. Eww. “Leave the oxygen mask in place. And rest. You’ll be okay. Just… just stay there and don’t move. Tayli'bac?” “ Rusuvari ,” he answers, dutifully. “Let Scorch sleep. You owe him.” Only at Fixer’s gesture does he look down his body and learns that his heavy legs aren’t actually his minding playing tricks on him. It is their vod’ika , sleeping quite literally on top of him with his body tucked between Sev’s and the wall and his head resting besides Sev’s thigh. “You scared the living hell out of him,” Fixer notes before handing Sev a blanket. Then he leaves, making his way into the cockpit of the shuttle. Things like this always make Scorch clingy, Sev thinks. He grumbles to himself but the prospect of arguing with a more-than-usual-emotional Fixer isn’t really an attractive thought so he complies. He opens the blanket slowly, moving his body only as much as necessary, to spread it out over their bodies. When he leans forward a little bit to throw the edge over Scorch’s legs, his brother wraps his fingers around his wrist and blinks up at him sleepily. He runs his hand through Scorch’s too-long, half-bleached hair once. “Sleep, vod ,” he mutters so Boss or Fixer won’t hear him. “ Ori'vor'e.”
Ocean’s Depth - ADGAEA - EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums) [Archive of Our Own] June of Doom Day Two Tw drowning and death Dying Alone | Drowning Fandom: Epic (the Musical) Desc: Telemachus never thought things would end this way. Telemachus hadn’t expected any sort of greeting upon his arrival to the docks of his home, much less this hostile one. He’d been ambushed by the suitors that had taunted him for so very long. And taunted once again, not even Athena had heeded his call. So now, here he was, sinking deeper and deeper after the suitors captured him and took him further back out into the sea where there would be no hope for him to even wash up on land after he drowned. He was so alone. Unable to call out for Athena any longer. He’d never see his mother again nor ever meet his father even in the underworld as he was sure the damn cowards hadn’t prepared any funerary rights for him. His mother was strong, but as the water finally filled the last expanse of his lungs, his eyes went dark and his mind grew slow with the final thought that he hadn’t been able to protect his mother.
Helen and Reta Murphy 1939 Drowning Balderson The Toronto Telegram Toronto, Ontario, Canada • Mon, Jul 10, 1939Page 2 The local history records and regional geneology registries confirm that Helen and Rena Murphy were two young sisters who tragically drowned in the Mississippi River near the community of Balderson (located in Lanark County, Ontario, Canada) in 1939. There is a well-known local fishing spot, deep pool, and geographic… Helen and Reta Murphy 1939 Drowning Balderson
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