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Hunter doodle (crying sobbing emoji)

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Reblog to boop your whumpees

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bad day need hug

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Bonus:

You can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch -  Trista Mateer

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here in the storm, i found peace in you

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6?

from this ask game !!

6— Touch Starvation

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Whumpee always kept their arms crossed over their chest. Protectively, Caretaker had assumed. A barrier between them and the rest of the world that had hurt them so very much. Caretaker wanted more than anything to help them feel safe again, and it seemed for a time like all they could do was act as another barrier. To block all of the bad things from reaching them.

Whumpee was doing better today, up and moving as much as Caretaker would let them while they healed. They were silent in their movements, simply standing and staring out the window at the garden with a warm drink cupped in their hands.

Caretaker kept an eye on them as they put dishes away. They smiled a little sadly to see their poor Whumpee so captivated, soaking in the simple peace around them. The last dish they had to put away went in a cabinet right behind Whumpee. Caretaker approached carefully so they wouldn’t startle them.

“Hey, Whumpee, could I get right there?” They asked gently, placing a hand on Whumpee’s arm with the intention of maneuvering them a little. Without guidance sometimes they didn’t know what was wanted from them, and Caretaker never wanted to see them panic again.

Whumpee went stiff under their hand. Caretaker froze too, slightly confused—they had always been a very hands-on person. Why was Whumpee so surprised….?

They jolted away when they remembered. They hadn’t touched Whumpee since getting them back. They hadn’t dared to. They had no idea what all Whumper did to them, but if Whumpee shied away from any attention at all at first, they hadn’t wanted to risk it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Whumpee was staring at them openly, eyes wide as saucers. Their hands were shaking around their mug, now clutched tightly so the liquid wouldn’t spill.

Caretaker took a deep, deep breath, trying to calm them both. “Here, why don’t we set that mug down,” they started carefully. If Whumpee accidentally broke it they would surely spiral into a meltdown, and Caretaker couldn’t blame them at all. Holding the top of the mug, they guided it to the countertop and set it carefully down. As soon as it was steady there, Whumpee’s hands slid off of it and crossed back over their chest.

But this time Caretaker looked closer. Through their wide, now glassy eyes and growing hyperventilating breaths, Whumpee wasn’t crossing their arms. They were doing their very best to hug themself.

Caretaker’s heart shattered so suddenly they could almost hear it. Almost like the mug still resting on the countertop.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker breathed, slowly reaching towards them so they would have plenty of time to duck away if they needed to. They didn’t. Caretaker brushed a lock of hair out of their face, just barely touching the tip of their ear. Whumpee’s breath caught. Released all at once. Started up again.

Their eyes were so trustfully trained on Caretaker, so open and hurting and needy. Caretaker placed their hands on Whumpee’s shoulders. Whumpee stiffened, hiccuping.

Then Caretaker pursed their lips and tugged Whumpee forward into a hug. Their arms wrapped firmly around their thin, bony frame. So fragile. They were scared that Whumpee would just break apart in their hold.

Instead, the dear thing melted.

Whumpee molded themself against Caretaker’s chest, getting as close as possible. A small, probably involuntary whimper escaped their throat as they nuzzled their face into Caretaker’s neck. Small hands balled fists around Caretaker’s shirt, clinging on like a child afraid to be left alone.

Caretaker felt something wet trail down their face. They pressed a kiss to Whumpee’s forehead right before the poor thing’s knees buckled.

They barely scooped Whumpee up before they hit the floor.

“Oh, Whumpee,” they murmured as they carried Whumpee over to lay them on the couch. They gently detangled themself from clinging hands and hanging limbs, kissing Whumpee’s forehead again and kneeling down in front of them. “Let me get you your drink, love, and I’ll come right back, okay?” They reached up and wiped a tear from Whumpee’s pale cheek, feeling so much tenderness when Whumpee leaned in, chasing after even the lightest touch.

Caretaker swallowed back a sob, making themself stand up and go put the last dish in the cabinet. They brought Whumpee’s drink to the coffee table, trying not to think back to how tightly they’d been clutching the warm mug against them earlier.

Whumpee had fully curled into themself, arms wrapped around their knees. Caretaker grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around their shaking form, pulling them into their lap.

“Is this okay?” They asked softly, making eye contact with Whumpee where they laid across their legs. Whumpee nodded, eyes fluttering as Caretaker started running fingers through their hair, scratching softly at their scalp.

After a moment of peaceful silence layering between them, Whumpee’s lips cracked apart.

“You’re kin–inder than them,” they whispered, eyes still shut. Caretaker’s heart jolted, and they froze for just a moment before they resumed the gentle petting at their hair. “Sometimes I forget.”

The small confession felt like it held the weight of the world. Caretaker wanted to hug Whumpee tight, but instead they just sought out Whumpee’s hand and squeezed it in their own.

“That’s okay,” they whispered before forcing their voice to come out a bit stronger. This wasn’t about them. “Because I’ll always be here to remind you, yeah?”

Whumpee eyes opened for just a moment, the barest smile flickering across their lips. “Okay.”

Their fingers twitched, and Caretaker liked to think Whumpee was squeezing their hand back.

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As A Crew

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richard siken (crush.)

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WHAT?? [x] clip from 2x01

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something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something

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if I was a stray dog would you coax me into your car and bring me home and be patient with me as I learn to trust you and love me even as I snap and growl at you out of fear would you do that for me. would you still love me if our bond strengthened over time but I have a bad day and growl at you and get scared again and it sets back our progress a little. if I was a stray dog would you help me heal and show me you love me no matter what and tell me I’m good

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ultimately i think we all want someone who will tenderly wipe the blood off our face

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Tired: Enjolras sleeps in spine-wrecking positions because he’s a cat.

Wired: Enjolras sleeps in spine-wrecking positions because when he was shot out the window in 1832 that’s how he landed.

Anyway, happy Barricade Day.

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THE LAST OF US (2023) — 1.08 “When We Are In Need”

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The Recruit s01e01: “Okay. Get some sleep.”

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Whumpee is normally much more reserved. They bite their tongue and straighten their back, take a deep breath and keep going, going, going, but…

God, what they wouldn’t give for just one night.

A long hot bath with someone to wash their hair when their arms ached too much to do it properly. Fingernails gently scratching over their scalp, working the shampoo through as opposed to just dumping it on and smearing it around like they usually did. Rinsed clean and wrapped in towels.

Not having to decide what clothes to wear, not having to fight the urge to just climb back into their dirty pajamas. Being handed a set of clean comfortable clothes without the thought having to cross their mind.

Curled up against someone under a blanket, letting the tension leech out of their body, letting themselves rest… Knowing that someone was there to stand guard, in a way.

But they don’t have that luxury, they have to be strong, and keep themselves together. So with all their strength, then force themselves to lay out clean clothes and get in the shower.

Their bed is cold when they climb into it, and though they thought the comfort would come from less labor, now they realize. They just wanted someone there. Someone that would want to care for them.