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Silly drunk dialogue

Can also be under the influence of other stuff.

"Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major… so beautiful!" "We're inside. Those are just ceiling lights."

"Please don't leave me!" "I'm just going to the toilette." "Can I come with you?"

"My arm is floppy. I'm like a puppet."

"Can you be my girlfriend?" "I already am." "Oh, lucky me!"

"Let’s go play baseball!" "Your shoulder is dislocated, maybe not right now."

"You look almost as pretty as this moon." "That's a street lamp." "And you're almost as pretty."

"Have you ever thought about penguins? I think we should think more about penguins."

"You have a stupid face and it's my favourite one to stare at."

"I will definitely remember this tomorrow! How could I ever forget?" *doesn't remember anything in the morning*

"Oh, I think we haven't met before." "We have been in a relationship for five years now."

"You should go, otherwise I'm doing something stupid. Like kissing you or falling asleep on the bathroom floor."

"Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours." "Oh, wow!"

"I'm totally, absolutely, not at all drunk at all. Like... at all."

"Why are you all laughing? That is not very nice. I haven't even told my joke yet."

"How many drinks did you have?" "Yes, yes I am."

"You are too beautiful for me." *starts crying*

"Why are you undressing?" "Because it's hot! And I'm hot!"

*starts singing a remix of all their favourite songs*

*then starts crying, because their own voice is too beautiful*

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Your whump word(s) of the day

"You're not 'fine', you're bleeding. A lot."

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The idea of a character being gently shushed in a comforting manner while being hurt by the person shushing them is lowkey good whump material

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Whumpees who looks sad when captured.

Not scared, not angry. But just sad. Defeated. The 'I'm sorry'. The game is up. No more fighting. No more running.

It's over.

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Arin.

he is my baby and i love him. they’ve messed him up real bad (“they” being me) 😔💕🥰🫶🥺💗😌✨

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Every time I read your username I read it to the tune of Belgian techno anthem Pump Up The Jam and I feel a bit like I’m living an episode of Cunk on Earth

Anon, I couldn’t be happier to hear that, because that is exactly what I hope happens in everyone’s head when they read my username

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"it's like a dream, having you all to myself."

"do i make you uncomfortable? that's too bad."

"don't mind me. i just enjoy watching you."

"you're pretty when you cry."

"i promise to be gentle."

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so, what if she finds him hiding in the hayloft and he’s horrifically injured (and also poisoned) and she has to heal him, but she’s not super great at it yet and it’s excruciating for him and he has to be quiet because if anyone else finds him he’ll be taken back to the people who tortured him and want him to be a weapon of mass destruction for them and he’s really scared and just wants to be free and he also thinks she’s really pretty but tries to hide it bc it confuses him and she feels like he’s a lost cat she needs to nurse back to health. what then?

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Superman Returns (2006)

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God I love shower scenes

Not the sexy kind, not the kind that's there for fan service

The kind that shows someone at their lowest, beaten, broken down, and absolutely emotionally wrecked

Maybe they're physically hurt and blood is slowly running down the drain but they don't have to be

Just their forehead resting against the tile, maybe propped up with an arm, the thousand yard stare as they process something so far away from themselves

Sitting on the ground, curled up into a tight ball just wanting the water to wash away everything that has happened

It's so emotionally raw and relatable, where someone feels their safest to just break down, to be vulnerable, and I think they're vastly underutilized or just done plain wrong because people can't get nakey = sexy out of their heads

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ding dong hello just popped in to say:

that moment when character has been traveling by horseback for days while severely injured/seriously ill/utterly exhausted and they can hardly keep themself upright in the saddle, their skin ashen and dull, their eyes unfocused. a layer of sweat coats their skin and their hair hangs in damp strands about their face. they force their burning eyes up and the last thing they see is the watery shape of a town or outpost up ahead before their body finally gives out and they’re helpless to stop themself as they tip sideways from the saddle, landing heavily—painfully—on the ground.

*bites knuckles* I mean, am I right or wrong? (i’m right)

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sooo how about that dune part 2 paul & feyd fight scene!! who else got flustered listening to paul's whines and moans after getting stabbed,,,

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the Dune scene in question because I just think everyone should see it once and see it again and also I want it on my page forever okay goodbye 💋💋💋

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So friends. I finally got around to Dune. Were none of you whores going to tell me about this scene????

"The test is simple. Remove your hand from the box, and you die." "What's in the box?" "Pain."

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ben barnes in the punisher | 1.13 ‘memento mori’

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"Kind Restraints"

Masterpost:

"M-master?" 

She placed a bookmark on the book she was reading and looked up, trying to stifle her surprise. This was the first time her poor guest had ever gathered the courage to approach her so directly. She didn't want to scare him off. 

"What is it?" She asked gently. "What can I help you with?" 

The man peeked out from behind the partly opened door. With a shuddering sigh, he shoved it open and stumbled into her room, falling to his knees. "Master, p-please…" 

 "I'm listening." She assured. 

"Master, this slave, this pet…" His hands dug into the carpet, as he fought to keep his voice steady. "This pet w-w-would like…" 

    A pause. His shoulders were trembling. "...this p-pet would…." The final words were so soft she couldn't catch them. 

  "Please." She didn't like using orders, but it was the fastest way of soothing his nerves during tricky situations. "Speak up. I'll try my best to get you what you need." 

 Another pause this time accompanied by a gulp. "This pet… would like to beg, Master." 

  "Beg?" The question was out of her lips before she could stop it. "What for?" 

  "For…for a privilege, my master. A privilege this pet m-might not have yet earned." 

"I've told you, you don't have to earn anything in this house." When her guest flinched, she softened her tone. "You don't have to worry about that. What do you need?" 

  In response, the man raised his wrists to her. 

"Please. A-allow this pet the privilege of being restrained." 

  She shouldn't have been surprised. She'd been around her guest long enough to both understand and expect the cruel ways in which his mind had been twisted and conditioned. And yet…

 "You want me to tie you up?" 

She couldn't hide the shock in her voice. The man flinched and cowered back. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, th-th-this pet should have never–" 

   "Wait!" She called just before he could vanish back into the shadows. The man froze, one hand on the door knob, regarding her like a rabbit watching a swooping hawk. 

 "I-I'm not mad or anything, just…why?" 

"B-because…" The man croaked. "It tried, Master, please! It really tried! B-but this pet needs to sleep, t-t-to best serve you." 

    "You can't sleep?" She asked stupidly, noticing as if for the first time his sickly pallor, the bags under his eyes. 

  "U-unless this pet is under proper restraint. It is…hard, Master." 

And it wasn't for lack of trying, that she knew. She could hear him toss and turn every night, only to cheerfully announce that he was well rested the next morning. 

In a way, hearing him confess was almost relieving. 

But, then…what was she to do? 

She didn't want to tie him up, first things first. Her poor guest already had enough trouble associating himself as a pet and not as a human, and the last thing she wanted was to enforce any of that conditioning. It should have been as simple as that.

And yet…

This was the first time he had ever asked for anything. Clearly this was important to him. And if she said no? There was a very real chance he'd never do something like this again. She wanted him to feel like his voice mattered here, that his requests would be listened to. And if it would help him sleep…

No. No! What was she thinking? How could she even consider something like that? 

The man sniffled, and his quiet sobs brought her back to the present. "The pet is sorry to be a bother." He whispered, slowly moving to close the door.

 "Wait!" 

It was more of a reflex than anything. She didn't know exactly what she was going to say next. But the way her guest looked to her, the absolute hope in his eyes… it made her heart ache. 

With a single, smooth motion, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up. "Follow me," she said, and her guest was only too happy to comply. 

She'd noticed that she tended to carry herself rather oddly around her guest. Every move was slow and exaggerated, clearly telegraphed so that he would know exactly what she was going to do and where she was going to step next. It probably just made her look ridiculous, but if there was the slightest chance of it putting him at ease…

The two of them paused in front of the sewing room, or rather, her guest hesitated and she followed suit, mentally kicking herself for leaving her scissors and pincushions splayed about for the world to see. She already knew her guest had a fear of sharp objects; his scars were clear evidence of that. How hard was it for her to clean up?! 

With a sigh, she turned to face him, only to find him pale and shivering. His eyes were trained on the floor, hands clenched into fists. 

Stand tall, firm voice. 

“You are not in trouble.” She told him. His posture didn’t relax, so she tried again. 

“You’re not being punished. I’m just here to pick out a suitable binding, like you asked. You don’t even have to come in if you don’t want to. Is that alright?” 

No response. Wherever his mind was, it was a million miles away from here. She hated to leave him, but if it helped…

“I’ll be right back.” She promised. In three seconds, any potential weapons were tucked into drawers or hidden behind the sewing machine, and she was lugging back an overstuffed plastic container packed with fabric scraps to present to her terrified houseguest. 

“Could you open this for me, please?” She asked as she set the bin in front of him. 

In seconds, his eyes had cleared and focused. Giving in order was a handy trick to getting him to calm down, sure, but asking a request? That was like pure magic. No matter how small, it was an opportunity to prove himself useful, and her guest jumped at every chance he got. In two clicks, the lid was open, and he was awaiting her approval, which she was always happy to give. 

“Thank you.” She tapped at a spot on the floor next to her. “Could you put that lid down here, please?” Another request, easy to follow, easy to obey, just like her guest liked it. When the lid was safely placed, he was practically glowing. 

“Thank you again. Now, let’s see…” 

Her guest watched as she rummaged through the container. She kept one eye on him, one eye on the fabrics as she searched for something that would do. He didn’t seem particularly anxious, especially once he’d realized everything in the box was soft to the touch, but there was that ever-present tinge of apprehension that had to be treated carefully. She gave him an encouraging smile, and then, her fingers felt it. 

There. 

It was only a spare length of ribbon, a scrap left over from a dress she’d sewn one of her nieces, but it was soft, it unknotted easily, and it was long enough to easily bind his wrists with plenty of room to spare. She presented it with a smile, only to have her pet look at it, confused. 

What is it? He seemed to want to say, though it appeared his earlier confrontation with her had sucked any remaining courage from his tongue. She didn’t push it. 

“Will this work for what you want?” She asked. It was an easy yes-or-no question, should he wish to nod or shake his head. Her guest did neither, only offering his wrists in the same motion she had seen when he was at the door to her room. 

All right, then… 

It was trickier than she anticipated, tying in such a way that was tight enough to not slip off right away, while loose enough that he could wriggle free if he wished. Even trickier was to find a way in which it did not irritate any of his previous scars, particularly the chafed wrists that were only now starting to heal over. When she was done, she showed it to her guest, who nodded appreciatively. 

“Th-thank you.” He whispered, a tear running down his cheek. “Y-y-you have given this pet a great gift, Master.” 

“Don’t mention it.” She said, looking away uncomfortably. She didn’t want to be thanked for this. She didn’t even know if this had been the right thing to do. Yes, it made her guest happy, but only because this was the treatment he was used to. He didn’t yet know that he deserved so much more. 

And was she helping in that regard? Or only hurting him worse? 

She packed the bin back up with a sigh. What was done was done. 

She could only hope this helped him sleep well tonight. 

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” She asked worriedly, casting one more critical eye over the bindings. 

“No.” Her guest breathed. His eyes glanced up to hers in a flash of anxiety. “Is it m-m-meant to?” 

“No!” Her answer was so forceful it caused her guest to jump back and nearly lose his balance. “Sorry. But no, it’s…it’s not. I just did it to make you feel safe.” 

“Th-then this pet feels very safe.” Her guest remarked, staring up in an adoration so complete it twisted her stomach. “Thank you again. Y-you do not know how much this means to it.”

“You don’t have to keep it on though, you know? You can take it off at any time if it's uncomfortable.” 

To her surprise, her guest laughed, a ghost of a chuckle that vanished before she could be truly sure what the sound was. “M-master, you took such care with it.” He said. “ How could it ever be uncomfortable?”