“Caretaker, I think you should go home and get some rest,” Teammate One said as they pulled a chair up next to the one Caretaker had been camped out in since Whumpee had been brought back from surgery.
“Can’t.” Caretaker croaked, their red-rimmed eyes never shifting from Whumpee.
Whumpee lay on the bed, completely unmoving except for the machines that here helping them breathe. The silence in the room, save for the rhythmic beeping of the hear monitor and whooshing of air from the ventilator, was unbearable. Teammate One could barely stand it. They could only imagine how it made Caretaker feel. “You need rest. Whumpee would want you to rest.”
“Don’t tell me what they want,” Caretaker growled. “You have no idea what they want.”
“And neither do you.”
Caretaker finally looked up, mouth open in a snarl, but Teammate One cut them off. “Whumpee gave themself over to Whumper so Whumper wouldn’t hurt you. Whumpee wanted you to live and thrive. They wouldn’t want you taking yourself to the brink just to be with them.”
Caretaker closed their mouth, tears shining on their face once more.
“Go home. Shower. Eat. Sleep. I’ll be here with Whumpee until you come back. And if anything happens,” Teammate One said as Caretaker opened their mouth to protest, “I’ll call you. Now go.”
Caretaker slowly, reluctantly left. They continued to glance back over their shoulder at Whumpee. It was only after Caretaker left did Teammate One let their own feelings consume them. They took Whumpee’s cold hand in both of theirs. “I am so sorry it took us so long to get to you. Don’t worry, Whumpee, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
"Is that like what cats do? It reminded me of El Gato."
"El Gato! Hey, that's my new stage name!"
"'Cause you lick your own fucking genitals. Like cats do. You shit in sand—"
"I shit in sand and I lick my own butthole."
"El Gato!"
"El Gato!"
Shawn Mendes twitter account retweets Ed Sheeran’s tweet of the video clip, from when Shawn performed onstage with him in Toronto, Canada this past week
Woke up from a dream where I lived in some park like community. Everyone had orange trucks or cars and worked for some entertainment shopping complex sort of like disney walmart target had merged together and had copycat style of popular memes. People would drive to work but roads and vehills were so poorly manufactured or maintained. Death was a daily ritual so the children would turn sideways to do a corporate solute. Oh and there was a lovely background music to some sell out band.
Even worse though. I couldn't find a way out of this community. Nobody knew how.
Juneteenth2023 To all Wypipo that have an issue with this day being a holiday, take your asses to work if you don’t like it. I mean that day you all get weepy about in July? Yeah my ancestors were still working on July 4th 1776. But Y’all not ready for that conversation.