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Issue no 43:
Red blood on white
Who doesn't love the trope of red blood staining a white shirt. But for this prompt it could also be drops of blood on white snow or blood coughed into a white handkerchief or... I'm sure you'll come up with some more ideas. As long as it's red blood on something white.
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Please add the name of the whumpee and the movie or show your content is from.
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i know it's been said time and time again but nothing hits quite like a character who's stifled their pain and trauma for so long finally receiving some kind of validation or comfort from someone who cares for them and just utterly shattering. crying so hard it sounds like they're dying, body so wrecked by it that the other person is worried they're going to make themself sick. able to withstand all of it by pushing those feelings away until someone said 'i see this, and it's not right, it's not okay, i'm so sorry'
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Now that I think of it, my blog being "whump-side" is a funny coincidence.
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possible replies to:
"Are you going to kill me?"
"That depends. Are you going to cooperate?"
"Not for a long while."
"What do you think? Is the gun pointed at your head not fucking obvious enough?"
"Would be a shame to waste you like that."
"That's up to your friend over there. Better tell them to do as I say."
"Are you hoping I am?"
"I am not giving you that kind of mercy."
"Yes. Now stay still."
"Why would I do that when I could do so. much. worse.
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TATIANA MASLANY as SARAH MANNING Orphan Black, 'Instinct'
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"I'm sorry....this was never supposed to happen. I never wanted you to get caught up in any of this.”
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you notice how these things always happen on "a night like any other". maybe if you want to be safe you should go out on a weird and fucked up night
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"There. Now don't say I never do anything for you."
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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak
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i love being a whump enjoyer it makes painful experiences so much more tolerable.
my joints have been hurting for the last two weeks? sucks, but useful for writing my OCs that have chronic pain.
had to go to hospital? double sucks, but i now know what an ambulance ride is like and what it's like to have an iv!!!! invaluable experiences for medical whump fics.
got nerve damage during said visit to hospital? triple sucks, but i've now unlocked a new way to hurt a blorbo.
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THE PASSENGER | Behind The Passenger — 1/? 2023 | dir. Carter Smith
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I've been thinking lately of Benson driving in circles around his town. About wanting to leave a small town.
Benson says everyone in the diner is pathetic, Marsha's not doing anything that matters, Lisa's not worth the fuss, he even tells the school secretary they're leaving for the city. It's clear he doesn't think this town's a good place to be.
Typically you leave a small town because you feel like you don't belong there, you wanna leave and find a place where you DO belong. But the thing is, you don't just belong in places because you think they're good, or because you're happy there. Tragedy ties you to places too. And I think Benson's feeling those ties pulling him in.
Driving around there his whole life up until now he's probably constantly thinking this is where it happened, this is the store I passed on my way there, this is where I was the day after, this is where I went when a year went by, this is the one place where I've cried about it, this is where I first felt the weight of it, this is where I realized what it meant, this is where I am, this is where I was, this is where I will always come back to now.
And he may hate that town sometimes. Or maybe all the time. But he can't deny that he belongs there. He can't erase it all, he can't help it.
So how do you leave the one place where you know you already belong? Even if that belonging hurts, is it better than not having a place at all?
I don't think Benson wanted to find out.
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Writing Prompt #3847
"Do you want me to just kill him?"
"That's...a joke, right?"
"...that depends on how you feel about it, I think."
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Anyone want to have surface level social interactions with barely suppressed psychosexual intent
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