finally drew ahab !

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finally drew ahab !
its so funny how you barely bat an eye at literal torture but are affected by a haircut lmaooo
Torture isn't personal though, is it? You're hurting me, sure, leaving wounds that may scar, sure, but it's about you, not me. It's about trying to exert control, or force submission/compliance physically, that's fine.
You know what's personal? Attacking someone's identity, like... especially because the Whumpee in question is Trans, and he says in it that his appearance is the greatest manifestation of the self (or something to that effect), so it really like... it was more than a gut punch, it was actually, like I was on the verge of tears, like it- can you imagine? Do you understand how long it takes to grow out hair? How personal it is?
And I commented on the fic (This is Hasan and Declan by @b0amagination for anyone intrigued, part 8 I think? I think it is called inalienable rights, don't think I reblogged cause I was traumatised) and the author said that the Whumper knows that they can only cut them once, they can scar them sure, but like only once in the same spot, but hair grows back, over and over, and Whumper will keep cutting Whumpee's hair back, over and over, cutting it into what Whumper likes/wants, not what Whumpee wants/likes/prefers.
Do you... like, does that, am I weird that this makes me catch in the chest? I can handle torture, I can handle pain, I can handle whatever you throw at me, but if you cut my hair into a hairstyle YOU want, not me, then - It just... ugh, it makes my skin writhe, like my veins twist and tie themselves in knots, I can't and... ugh, no, nope, don't touch my hair - and it is such a good way to attack someone's defiance, someone's autonomy and agency and identity and fucking hell, the Whumper really is a fucked up creep and I despise them, but I need to read, even just thinking about it gives me whumperflies, but I swear I'm like whumping myself reading it (well, binge-reading hopefully I don't need a break today ahahahahhaha)
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back on tumblr dot com to announce that I have perfected the art of eating a sunny side up egg in less than five seconds
When a t-shirt comes along, you must chew it Whether old or new, you must chew it Chew it! Out of shape! Chew it up It’s not too late. Chew it!
Stop chewing so loud
wait no it's all good i found some chicken