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“men aren’t pretty” wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong bad incorrect stop talking

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Yes, sometimes it's the blood curdling screams and the broken bones and tearing muscles, but other times it's the gentle touch and the hand holding while silent tears fall down dirt stained cheeks

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u know seeing regulars on my notifs makes me happy it's like i run a cafe and there's regular customers who stop by 😭

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sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

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Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

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Whumpees who won't open their eyes

Whumpees who can't open their eyes

Whumpees whose eyes have been glued or sewn shut

Whumpees who are so used to being in the dark or in a blindfold that hospital lights, let alone sunlight, are too painful

Whumpees who close their eyes during a flash back

Whumpees who have missing or mutilated eyes

Whumpees who are blind or who have been blinded, and having to navigate freedom without being able to ground themselves visually

Whumpees who can no longer engage in their favorite hobbies because they required sight

Whumpees with night vision who can't see in broad daylight

Monster Whumpees with several eyes that are slowly being picked off by Whumper as if they were treating themselves to dessert

Whumpees with infected or swollen eyes or cataracts

Whumpees with chemical burns and scars over their eyes

Whumpees who have lost the ability to see.

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just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe

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Sometimes, all you need is one full-grown man, backing another full-grown man against a wall...

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Five sentence fic starter: It couldn't be that simple

It couldn't be that simple.

Whumper wasn't known for simple — as far as Whumpee knew them, there was a hidden meaning behind every one of their words, small print in every letter they sent.

But it wasn't like they could disregard a ransom note. Caretaker was gone, and the only chance they got at bringing them back home was to play Whumper's game, even if they knew the rules would likely change along the way. They read the letter one last time, stalling a bit.

Meet me behind the church for the exchange — your life for theirs.

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hand-shaped bruises. bracelets of finger imprints on wrists, branded on shoulders or throats or hips. the lack of plausible deniability. the way anyone seeing it can tell something Happened. someone who cares sees it and there’s no hiding the ongoing whump anymore. the photographs memorializing it. the moment a sleeve slips and a friend or coworker or roommate asks “whoa, what happened?”

just. the obviousness of it. the distinctness of it. hand-shaped bruises my beloved.

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Driving instructor told me I did a good job with my manual driving lessons :D

Now all that’s left to do is to drive on the Autobahn next week, and then I’ll be gearshift certified (which doesn’t mean I have my license yet, it only means that once I get my license, I’ll be allowed to drive manual cars) so YAY only a couple lessons on the automatic left to go!

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Honestly, I feel like this gifted kid thing has fucked me up in so many ways. I was denied an Autism and ADHD diagnosis because I had good grades in elementary school and a high IQ in a second grade test. I could read at the age of three, and was put in school a year early because they didn’t feel like an extra year of daycare was necessary for my Mature Adult Brain™️.

I went on to fail school spectacularly and be forced to drop out four times. My parents, my teachers made me try again, over and over. There were people on the outside repeating how this was not a good course for me, that I would thrive in a field that didn’t require extensive or university education, but because I was smart as a little child, that must mean that I’m destined to save the world or something. I’m not allowed to feel stressed because this stuff once came to me so easily.

And honestly, the worst part? Eventually, your grades no longer matter. Not to the people they once mattered to. You’re grown now, you’re doing this for yourself. It’s your responsibility. And suddenly, you lose your entire sense of being, because all your life you’ve been taught to chase this arbitrary high that’s then just ripped away from you just like that.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

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Presumed Dead

This might be a niche interest but personally I love when a kidnapped character has been mia for months, maybe even a few years, to the point when everyone else in their life has basically run out of gas trying to find them. They've tried everything. No leads. The authorities have stopped searching, everyone has called it quits. They've all mourned and grieved and cried, but basically they've all started trying to pick up the pieces and move on with their lives.

Only for the bad guy who captured the kidnapped character to whip them out as the ace up their sleeve in a negotiation when their own back is up against the wall. And not even prefacing it with a "Would you like your friend back?" or a "What would you do if I told you X was still alive?" Just showing up to the negotiation with X in tow, bound and gagged and in what is clearly an agonizing amount of pain, but somehow they're still breathing, after all this time...

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Just got my grades that I’ll get registered with in the finals (basically, my current grades from the school year count one part, and my grades in the final exams count two parts towards my final grades) and I kinda butchered everything EXCEPT for photography where I got a straight A! I can also still pull most of my subjects up by at least one grade, since most of my shortcomings were due to not handing shit in, and the stuff I did hand in got good grades…hehe, maybe I’ll actually have a chance to go into photography lateron, which would be fucking amazing tbh??

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Even if it takes months or years, you'll come back to it when you're truly ready to. You may feel like you're ready and like you're done with being on break, but clearly you're not done or ready. Let your body do what it needs to in order to fully rest and revitalize.

You'll write again. Go do other things, find new joys in life. Go find new beauties in your world around you. Don't obsess over what you can't do, but rather find new things or old things you forgot you loved.

Writing will be here when you come back. 💖

Don't waste your life away wishing you could do something that'll mentally and/or emotionally drain you.

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i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways