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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@but-make-it-whumpy
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
Thanks to whoever tried, but I knew they'd never allow it.
Let's do it the old fashioned way. Spread it far and wide.
This is going to sound so incredibly specific, but I love the aesthetic of curled-up hands.
Like. The way the fingers naturally fold over the palm as if protecting itself. Maybe an unconscious whumpee making a weak little fist like a baby, signalling ongoing pain or defiance (bonus points if that fist holds on to caretaker’s finger). The way a hand might lie palm-up on the pillow next to the whumpee, inviting a caretaker to unfurl that defensiveness and interlace their own fingers with whumpee’s. The surrounding injuries—raw wrists, bruised knuckles, broken fingernails etc—that make that hand seem so small and vulnerable in spite of the facade.
It’s one of my absolute favourite things about dozing / sleeping / unconscious characters.
A Match Goes Out.
Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3
Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.
Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.
How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?
His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-
Oh God.
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wHY DOES THIS HAVE JUST 308 NOTES???? THE ENTIRE WORLD SHOULD BE SHARING THIS. CHINA IS LITERALLY COMMITTING THE HOLOCAUST, ONLY THIS TIME ON MUSLIMS AND Y’ALL ARE SILENT?
i have 495 people following me right now, including several mutuals. i better see y’all reblogging.
This is the link for the Change.org petition. I have nothing against Chinese people, but I have endless issues with their government. We need to make a stand, in this day and age we shouldn’t be allowing this kind of horror while still martyring the Holocaust.
To clarify - there is nothing different between these two situations except that today we should know better. If you ignore this while preaching about the events in 1945 then you are a hypocrite. And don’t ever speak to me.
http://chng.it/6wK2hts5Y8
TW Don’t kill yourself today
Don’t kill yourself today
Because your Netflix trial still has a week left
Don’t kill yourself today
Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge
Don’t kill yourself today
Because I know for a fact that Starbucks is releasing a new Frappuccino sometime next month
Yes, your mother will miss you
Yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about how what a a wonderful person you were
And yes
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem
You know that
You’ve known that
Everyone and anyone has been shoving that down your throat since they first learned what the word suicide meant
So don’t kill yourself
Until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time
Don’t kill yourself
Until Doctor Who is finally cancelled
Don’t kill yourself
Until you tell someone your best pasta recipe
Don’t kill yourself
Because I will keep coming up with reasons for you not to
And I need you
To hear all of them
Don’t kill yourself
I love you
You’re important
It’s a bad day
Not a bad life
There is more to this
The world will keep spinning on its axis without you
But
Think of all the sunrises you’d miss
I know this sounds pointless
But when you’re sitting in front of everything deadly you own
Revising your goodbyes
There will be too much darkness
To see anything else
But this is not about seeing anything else
This is about turning off the lights
This is about finding the bed instead of the noose
This is about giving yourself one more day
Even if it takes ten thousand of those
One more morning’s
Until
“I can’t wait for tomorrow”
This is about staying alive
Because there’s gonna be a new Marvel movie
No one should miss that
This is about staying alive
Because the future is coming
And it’s ready for you
I don’ t need you to see it
I just need you to believe you can make it
Until then
- Hannah Dains
Everyone needs to see this. I dont care what kind of blog you run or what kind of person you are. You can take the few seconds to reblog this. I know some of my followers will need to see this, and so i will reblog for them. Even if its just one or two, they deserve to see this, and to be happy. Always reblog. Always.
A Match Goes Out.
Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3
Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.
Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.
How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?
His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-
Oh God.
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Whump prompt/idea 6
Telepathic whumpee gets shoved off a building/cliff and they're falling before they frantically use their ability to get things to hit and roll off of to slow their fall.
By the bottom of the building/cliff, the whumpee just weakly tumbles off of the last "slower", covered in bruises, and aches, and pains, and absolutely exhausted from using their power that much, but at least they're alive.
For now.
hey all, I think everyone knows I'm not the type to make these posts but my friend's friend's cat has a kidney stone that will cost $1700 to fix. the vet said if he doesn't get the surgery he will die. right now my friend said he's leaking urine because he isn't able to use the bathroom. please consider donating here and/or reblogging.
been stuck at 1420/1700 for a while now
got to 1440. come on y'all, she's 85% of the way there, please keep this going around
the fundraiser has been stuck at 1440 for several days, PLEASE reblog if you can't donate
i know that we, as writers, all feel very inclined to think of writing as being a miserable little creature by a keyboard, but! what makes the little creature so miserable!
what’s so miserable about crafting a world of your own creation, taking the universe in your head and sharing it with the world, if only in a document? what’s so miserable about making real living people out of concepts in your head? what’s so miserable about finding others who do the exact same thing as you?
The actual writing it part
Everything with art is a mix between beauty and pain tbh. The beauty part is the fact you're creating something physical from a mere thought, being able to share it with people and the world, and the outcome.
The painful part is the severe lows that comes with most creatives, the comparison not only society does, but you do too, and the share amount of motivation and effort it takes.
whumpees who have to be their own caretakers. whumpees gritting their teeth and scrubbing away the blood that's caked under their nails before anyone sees. whumpees giving themselves stitches. whumpees who have to wrap themselves up in a blanket and pretend it's somebody else's warmth because they're completely and utterly alone.
not to be fluff on main, but I’m really weak for when one character isn’t totally cognizant (drunk, sleepy, spellbound, unconscious, ect.) and they act super vulnerable/trusting towards another character who they probably shouldn’t be acting that way towards??? but their natural instincts just decide “nah I trust this person”
and of course the other character has no idea how to react to this because “you absolutely shouldn’t trust me, I could hurt you right now” but also they’re lying to themselves and end up taking care of the dazed character anyway
(I saw this as Hero/Villain, don’t mind me)
YESSSSSS because of course I am POSITIVE that Villain is only soft-hearted for Hero, and it’s bc they’re the only person who’s ever fully trusted them like this before… and Villain holds trust and loyalty very highly (I sense a background of betrayal?).
And so when Villain wakes up to find the other gone, they panic until they see a note, and they don’t notice they’re blushing as they read.
Thanks for taking care of me <3 See you next week, usual time?
that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’
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My OC Universe: Rowan 91
Chapter 91 Summary: No one told Peter and Cordelia about Rowan’s aversion to alcohol. (Tags: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)
Trigger Warnings: Alcohol, PTSD whumpee
“Hey, Rowan!” The boy looked up to meet Peter’s eyes, the remnants of his smile still on his lips. “It’s getting cold, come inside.” Rowan looked down to Olivia’s grinning muzzle and hesitated.
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If there was a Gordan Ramsey of writing, they would approve
yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows
Hey now.
tag the oc that barely sleeps in their own bed
A Match Goes Out.
Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3
Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.
Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.
How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?
His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-
Oh God.
Keep reading
