This is my blog. It was made by me. And I am logged in. Guess I can’t edit anything until the issue is resolved (it might be a cookie thing on my end, but that’s a once in a blue moon thing compared to Tumblr’s constant SNAFU).
Experience on incognito mode is the same. This is not a cookie issue.
Sometimes the corner toolbar loads as it should and other times it loads the [Follow thisblog] [tumblr] in the corner and the “Sign up for Tumblr" pop-up at the bottom. This absolutely is a Completely Functional Site moment. Perhaps i should fill the queue and take a shortbreak from this hellsite.
This is my blog. It was made by me. And I am logged in. Guess I can’t edit anything until the issue is resolved (it might be a cookie thing on my end, but that’s a once in a blue moon thing compared to Tumblr’s constant SNAFU).
Experience on incognito mode is the same. This is not a cookie issue.
Sometimes the corner toolbar loads as it should and other times it loads the [Follow thisblog] [tumblr] in the corner and the “Sign up for Tumblr" pop-up at the bottom. This absolutely is a Completely Functional Site moment. Perhaps i should fill the queue and take a shortbreak from this hellsite.
faint bruises, odd pale colors from being mostly healed. scrapes from catching themself when knocked down. dirt smudged on the knees of their pants and the ends of their sleeves. eye contact avoided, answers muttered, usual passions and tasks left forgotten because recent violence is on their mind.
LOVE the trope of a captive finally getting ransomed back to their own side and they’re brought out in front of their friends for the first time in weeks, maybe months, squinting in the bright light, pale and bruised and limping, and they’re practically dragged towards their friends before being dropped unceremoniously at their feet, they try to tell everyone they’re okay or even make a joke, but start to sway and then pass out before they can finish speaking.
Everyone wants to rush forward and help them but Whumper is still in the room and Whumpee is still in danger until the trade is complete. The team watches an uninjured Whumpee helplessly, even though they’re only feet away.
here’s a helpful tip: whatever you do, don’t imagine whumpee with whumper’s hand clamped hard over their mouth, short, sharp breaths coming in and out of their nose in rapid succession, their whole body tense and heaving against their captor uselessly. don’t imagine weak, throaty whimpers escaping with each breath. don’t imagine their muffled, keening cries of panic, tears gleaming as they gather in the pools of their eyes when a knife is pressed in slowly, or a wound is roughly reopened by cruel fingers, or a bone is twisted further out of place. don’t imagine their features twisting in anguish, their fingers curling and splaying involuntarily as their body tries its best to cope with the pain. I said don’t! you’re gonna get too distracted. trust me.
I’ve always been a fan of a different kind of aftermath: that aesthetic of the calm right after the storm when that proverbial camera pans over a room that is empty, except for hints of what happened in it only moments before. The blood soaked bandages littering the floor, spatter dotting the tiles, haphazardly discarded gauze, bloody footprints leading out, the energy from the whumpee’s screams still lingering in the air. Wires swinging slightly from where they have just been detached. Just… yes
Whumpee getting shoved back against a wall so hard it knocks the air out of them <333333
Whumpee getting shoved against a wall and smacking their head hard and everything goes black for a moment, and then when they come to moments later they’re on the ground, everything is weird and blurry and loud and they’re left clutching their head and curling up and whimpering from the pain and everything else and they don’t even know what’s going at that moment but their hand feels weird and sticky and warm, and they feel sick but they also feel tired, so so tired and they want Caretaker, where the hell is Caretaker, they need help pleaseand hmmgmmfggfmgnfm <3333333333333333333333333333
