#I'll probably read this back and hate it

[whumpanini]

Tables Turned

Request:

"Hello, I see you want whump asks so I was wondering do you could do something like- team captures whumper after whumpees rescue for interrogation or something, and whumpee insists on being there, but whumper keeps making comments towards whumpee which makes them increasingly uncomfortable/scared until caretaker steps in?? Idk do with that what you will"

Absolutely!

Content warning(s): creepy/intimate whumper, PTSD-type reactions, military inspiration and inaccuracies, lady whumpee

"No, I want to be there, sir," insisted Ali. Her face was set into a determined frown but all Costa could see was the silvery still-pink scars peeking out from her collar.

Costa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know as well as I do why that's a bad idea, Turing. You're still recovering. If he-"

"I suffered at his hands for long enough. I think I deserve some answers," Ali interrupted. She took a deep and steadying breath, trying to keep her frayed nerves under control.

"I would like to be there, sir," she repeated firmly.

Costa sighed again and felt his shoulders slump as he placed his hands on his hips. "Fine. But you're not going in the room, alright? You'll stay behind the glass at all times. That's an order."

Ali's expression brightened as she nodded resolutely. "I can manage with that. Thank you, sir."

Costa had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Ali move toward the heavy metal door where their teammates had Reese in custody. He shook his head and entered the interrogation room, joining one of his lieutenants who had already begun.

The room almost felt sterile: all cold steel and no color. A single overhead fluorescent light flickered ever so slightly, casting harsh shadows into the empty corners.

Reese sat handcuffed to the thin metal table, his hands folded politely as he waited. Costa's lieutenant stood with his arms crossed, glaring silently all the while. Reese had an easy smile that made Costa want to hit it off his face.

"You seem pretty fuckin' pleased with yourself," he practically growled as he entered the room.

Ali watched from behind the two-way mirror as Reese's smile widened. He didn't even flinch as his cheeks stretched his black eye.

"What's not to be pleased about, Captain? Hm?" came his voice through the monitoring speaker installed in the observation room. Ali crossed her arms and frowned. Bastard. She had a laundry list of things to not be pleased about written on her skin and here he was, cool as a cucumber while in enemy hands.

Costa pulled out the chair across from Reese and spun it around, plopping himself in it backwards. He rested his forearms against the backrest and leaned forward.

"I think you know very well why you should be concerned." The captain's voice was low and gruff. Ali could tell he was angry.

Reese's smile widened – if that was even possible – as his eyes lit up in recognition. "Ah, so this is about little Ali, then. The team pet? How is she? I hope I didn't break her in too much. I know half the fun is when they have a little fight le-"

His words were cut off as Costa gripped the front of his shirt and lifted the smug man to his feet, his metal chair skittering across the floor, forgotten.

"Listen here, you little shit... You'll speak when spoken to. Answer questions and keep your mouth shut otherwise. Understood?"

Reese laughed with delight. "Did I strike a nerve? So sorry. I thought we could bond over a shared interest."

Ali swore she could hear the grinding of Costa's teeth through the speaker as he tried to keep from throttling the man in his grip.

"Is she watching us? Behind that mirror over there maybe?" The smooth, slimy voice slipped its way into Ali's ears and a shiver went through her body involuntarily. She knew that tone well. Too well. Her stomach soured as Reese's eyes left her captain and instead stared at her as if he knew she was there.

Ali's blood ran cold and suddenly she wasn't aware of anything coming through the speaker as both her captain and lieutenant's mouths moved. Her eyes were locked on Reese and his on her, or where he thought she was.

Everything felt cold and hot at the same time. Sweat broke out everywhere and her ears rang. Ali didn't even realize her breath had sped up until she felt her vision tunneling from hyperventilation.

"I hope you're recovering well, Ali~" his sing-song tone echoed through the wall of her panic. "You'll get better soon so we can play again, right? Maybe you'll share with your teammates this time. Do you think they'd like that?"

"All right that's enough!" Costa shouted as he shook Reese hard enough to capture his attention again. The man was like a shark who smelled blood in the water and he needed to reign it in.

Reese opened his mouth to speak again before Costa slammed his head down on the cold, hard table. The resounding bang! echoed through the room as Reese blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep his focus. Hot blood ran down from a freshly broken nose and tears pricked at his blue eyes.

"Take him to a holding cell for now. I'm not done yet," promised Costa as he shoved Reese toward the lieutenant and swiftly left the room.

Ali didn't even hear the door to the observation balcony open. She jumped at the sudden hand on her arm, but a warm and calming voice kept abated the storm of emotions flooding her mind.

"Hey, kid," Costa crooned gently, pulling Ali's trembling form into a tight hug. " 'Salright. I'm here. He can't hurt you."

Ali wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. He smelled like smoke and fabric softener, a far cry from Reese's strong cologne. Safe. She was safe.

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

here's some benreys for y'all!!! it's meal time little ones!!!! nobody starves today. i provide

also random gordo he's here too i guess-

[ro-bee]

I need to stop reading the comments under videos about the referendum because it's making me evil, is making me want to kill people

[gothmikewheeler]

girl i have fanfics in my head u wouldnt even dream

[outlying-hyppocrate]

coming back here feels like paying a visit to the fucking dead.

[nyxypoo]

ahahaha. get him out of my head.

[luckydicekirby]

man what ARE they going to do with marius in the show. like genuinely fascinated with this as an adaptational question. anne loved that guy so much somehow and kept making him integral to the plot

[indiegame]

okkk ok

[ayakashibackstreet]

I sure hope this is a cold I'm having, what the hell is up with those random aches that come and go.

[miraclesnail]

you guys know how certain fandoms just drains you mentally and seeps any kind of enjoyment you get from the media? I thought I got over it but it's still there for pj0 and honestly, I was much happier just not seeing any kind of content.

[snowthornes]

@yuuugay tagged me to do a Thing 🦖 thank you for the tag, it was fun!!! As usual, I spent way too much time on this shdgjsd

Tagging @hampsdesu @amyreads and @snail-of-fire — I'm curious about your trope preferences, but no need to do it if you'd prefer not to 🥰💐

[jewishcissiekj]

May's locg stats because it's gay month here already (last month's stats on the left)

[justamathgay]

I don't feel great

[lost-muses]

\\ life outside of tumblr has been eating all my time lately, but like...

Someone has to take the Grim Effigy Reaper skin from me before I make a whole verse- //

[wp100]

my problem with the original zul'gurub mounts is that anyone who buys it off the BMAH (which is, sadly, the only way you can get those mounts now) also get the Feat of Strength achievement.

Kind of bothers me tbh. Achieve says 'obtained the mount from *boss name* when in reality they just paid gold for it. That's not really fair tbh. But I guess the year they got the achievement proves how they got it (unless they bring it back as a rare drop again, which is unlikely, but I want it to happen, lol)

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Ok so I’ve had this question for a while and I feel like you’ll be able to give me a good answer. I understand that we’re absolutely not supposed to support anything JKR does monetarily and I never intend to do so. However is engaging with Harry Potter media *at all* also something I should not do or is it only things that give her money?

Like, would there be anything wrong with me playing Hogwarts Legacy if I pirated it? Is fanfiction and fan art ok to consume? Or is engaging with the IP at all going to be harmful in a way that I don’t see atm?

Thank you for your time!

I don't really think a cis person is the right person to ask about this, but I also know that trans people are sick to death of having to field these questions so I'll do my best to answer this, if everyone who reads my answer will promise me that you will NOT use anything I say in this post as an annoying argument against a trans person who has a different opinion on the matter. Remember whose opinions are actually important here.

And look, number one, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Nobody can stop you. If you, in yourself, in your soul, feel morally comfortable consuming Harry Potter by some convoluted method of Ethical Consumption™, then go and do that, and own it, and have the strength to be judged for your decisions.

Trans people might not trust you - hell, I'll probably not trust you either. They might get angry at you, and criticize you, or roll their eyes and call you a fucking loser. If you have the moral conviction that what you are doing is right, and that you are acting in accordance with your beliefs and you are not doing harm, then stand by that conviction and face the consequences. Have that strength of character.

But if you feel the need to go around posting and arguing that it's unfair, that you shouldn't be judged, that you should get to be a special exception and people are unreasonable when they get mad at you... then that is evidence, proof positive, that you are a fucking loser. That you are cowardly, and you don't actually believe that what you are doing is right, you just want the world to affirm your fragile ego while you enjoy your little treats.

To be clear, I am not accusing you of doing this (you seem to just earnestly be asking for guidance), but there's a hell of a lot of people who do do this, and you don't want to be one of them.

So that's number one. Do whatever the fuck you want, and face the consequences with a spine.

Number two is... just fucking drop it. That is my earnest advice to you. Just fucking drop Harry Potter. They are children's books from the early 2000s, they just are not that fucking good or important. The Hogwarts Legacy game is live service slop; the movies are passable at best and their quality comes from the actors being better than the source material. Just drop it. Harry Potter has nothing to offer that you can't get elsewhere from better media with better authors, or problematic authors who have good grace to at least be dead.

Don't waste your life thinking about complicated ways to circumvent the moral problem of JK Rowling's rancid transphobic hate-aura at the center of the franchise, don't waste your finite time on Earth trying to thread that stupid needle. Harry Potter isn't worth this. Rowling is old, and shriveling from hate and mold fumes, at the very least just wait for her to fucking die, and for her political project to fail, before you pick that world back up again.

I speak as someone who read the first book at age 11, hyperfixated on relating to Harry, and whose entire cultural life was consumed by the franchise for over a decade. It is not worth it. You don't need it, you don't need the stress of trying to navigate how or whether to engage with it ethically. You almost certainly have an enormous backlog of other books, games, movies and TV shows you've been meaning to get around to, so just go do that instead. I promise you it will be infinitely more rewarding, and infinitely less compromised by stress and guilt and cognitive dissonance.

And while you're at it, send some money to a trans charity and go scream invectives at a transphobic politician some time.