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What actions or things give you immediate whumperflies?

There are just—so many. Too many. Here are a few:

Whumpee’s instinct to block a blow kicking in when Caretaker moves too fast

Whumper watching a captive Whumpee’s tantrum or breakdown with unwavering amusement

Whumper covering Whumpee’s mouth with a firm hand, either to keep them from shouting for help or to make sure they hear the threat that comes next

Whumper using an insecurity or a phobia against Whumpee

A thumb digging into a bullet wound, Whumper repeating their question calmly as Whumpee screams

The first time a stoic/defiant Whumpee cries

Whumper casually ordering Whumpee to do something humiliating

Whumpee curled up in the corner of a cell with their arms wrapped tightly around their knees, shivering too violently to sleep

A captive Whumpee in public for the first time about to ask a stranger for help, but then meeting Whumper’s gaze over the stranger’s shoulder and freezing

Any silent indication of anger from Whumper: a warning tilt of the head, a muscle twitching in their jaw, their usually agreeable expression wiping itself blank

Additionally, any silent indication of anger from Caretaker: fists balled at their sides until their palms bleed beneath their nails, eyes flashing dangerously at a threat against Whumpee, then speaking softly as they deliver their own

The shudder that rolls through Whumpee when Whumper touches them, because they can’t pull away

Whumper giving Whumpee a choice between a humiliating punishment and a painful one

Caretaker accidentally triggering Whumpee and panicking as they try to undo it

A medic who works for Whumper giving Whumpee advice as they treat their wounds, distracting Whumpee from the pain by getting them to talk

A guard who works for Whumper sneaking in necessities for Whumpee—a scrap of food, clean water, maybe even pain meds

Soooo where's the Zutara "You've Got Mail" (1998 film) au???

Like the way so many details would fit together! It's slow burn rivals-to-lovers but they have been friends via pen pal method the whole time under aliases perfection!!! Also the book shop aesthetic!!!!!

Does no one see the vision??? 😭

Randomly remembered my theory that one of Winter's allusions is Persephone and started laughing. Because her name is Winter. She's the winter maiden. And she's also Persephone goddess of springtime

Every time I see someone infantilising or demonising Martin I lose another year off my lifespan. Guys. Guys the whole point is that his actions in later seasons are easy to justify given the predicament he's in yet still unfair to those around him, particularly jon. GUYS HAVE YOU EVER MET SOMEONE WITH UNRESOLVED TRAUMA BEFORE

in case you wanted to know i sobbed 6 times watching catching fire, i think i need to go to bed (but also i can't believe 13 yrs old me disliked this franchise bc it was "too popular" girl stfu and go learn about anti-fascism)

I really want Lizzie to become a Grim Reaper

like, I don't /want/ her to commit suicide, but I think it would be a /fascinating/ direction for her arc to go in

junko x chiaki is so crazy more people rlly need to get on this honestly.

what if we were thematic opposites, one of us a force of destruction and misery subtly influencing people to give in to their worst fears as an inevitability, the other only existing as a solitary computer program whose function is to encourage people to bond and be happy even though those experiences are so distant from them.

what if we were both dead/never really alive, and only exist now as AIs on a digital deserted island. what if we were the only people there. what if we had both suffered through a self-imposed loneliness for the safety of our loved ones because something makes us too dangerous or inconvenient to love.

what if, now that everything is over, we could love each other? what if we balanced the gentle construction with the harsh destruction and learned from each other and grew? what if, in this artificial simulated world, we felt like human beings for the first time in our lives? is it possible? why shouldn’t it be?

also they did this yuri thing in the anime. which I dont care about the anime but like what did they mean by this and why am i the only one who brings it up.

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

It's about who.

Personally, it's always a bit wild to me to see commentators interact with the Hunger Games franchise as if Collins were writing science fiction stories instead of essays with faces. She's just not that interested in fleshing out side characters or digging into the details of the worldbuilding. These characters are concepts and symbols before they're people. There's an almost mathematical precision to who and what she explores and how deeply she does it. This is a step or two away from pure allegory. If she were writing a couple of centuries ago, she'd have named her characters things like Innocence and Anger and Watch-Carefully-Your-Soul-Lest-Ye-Be-Damned, but since she's writing for modern audiences, she has to settle for puns and allusions. If she has another essay to write, she'll assign some faces to it; she's not going to look into backstories or other eras just for the sake of storytelling, and it's not a failing as a writer that she doesn't.

I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.

‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.

‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.

‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.

So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

"Oh fuck," you whimper out. "I think I feel you in my guts."

"Fuckin hell bonnie, I can see him in your guts," Johnny says, a finger tracing the outline of Simon's cock over your abdomen.

You shudder at the feeling, clenching down harder which makes Simon grunt in response.

They each share a glance, an unspoken agreement made before Simon picks up his pace.

At the same time, Johnny turns to pressing his hand down on the imprint, making you cry out as you throw an arm over your face.

Simon lets out a disgruntled 'tsk' before prying your arm away.

"Let me see you love."

kids who werent raised christian being like "lol baptising children is whack if they tried to do that to me i would start doing things to make it look like i was possessed" no you would not. you would bask in the pride and approval coming from the adults around you and you would quietly wait your turn because you were told from birth that sinning sends you to hell and baptism is The Promise that youre dedicating your life to jesus that youve had hyped up for years and watched other people be fawned over as they cry happy tears about it and you do NOT want to fuck up your One Big True Promise To Love Jesus Forever So You Don't Get Tortured For Eternity when you are literally 8 years old. im begging yall to remember its a thousand times easier to see the church's bullshit for what it is when you're not actively in the church. eight year old you is not thinking about trying to fight back against an oppressive religious group indoctrinating children because You Are The Children Being Indoctrinated. stop acting like you would've magically known better if it were you.