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serickswrites · 11 months

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Does That Hurt?

Warnings: broken bones, blood, possible shock, wounds, hurt/aftermath

Sidekick’s mouth went dry as they saw Villain’s leg. Not only was Villain’s leg very broken--the bent angle made that much very clear--but the bone had pierced the skin, blood flowing from the wound.

And Villain sat there calmly. “I think I need your help with stabilization,” they said flatly to Sidekick. “I don’t have enough hands.”

“Does...does that hurt?” Sidekick felt woozy staring at the wound. They looked up at Villain’s face, unclear why their mentor wasn’t screaming and crying, or even why they were still conscious.

Villain guided Sidekick’s hand to hold their leg in place while they tore strips of cloth from their shirt. “Of course it hurts,” they stared at Sidekick with eyes so empty, Sidekick felt even more perturbed. “But I don’t have time to melt down right now. This leg needs stabilization and we need to get out of here.”

“Sidekick, stay conscious, stay with me. Don’t pass out!” Villain’s voice came from far away. Sidekick wasn’t aware they had let go of Villain’s leg. Wasn’t aware that they had stopped listening.

“Sidekick! I need your help. Now!” Villain’s voice held an edge to it that Sidekick hadn’t heard before: desperation.

Sidekick snapped back to themself. “I’m awake. I’m here. Helping.”

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rizzoto-whump · 11 months

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@juneofdoom day 4 - “Does that hurt?”

@whumpers-monthly - Pet Comfort

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James loved drifting off to sleep alongside Arnold, a Kintamani dog with a coat as dark as the night, whom he had adopted during a vacation in Bali. They would share tender moments while James recounted tales from his past, stories he had been desperately trying to erase. Arnold may not have fully comprehended the depth of those narratives, but he would remain quietly attentive, a faithful companion.

However, for the past two days, Arnold had persistently barked towards the basement. James would investigate, checking every nook and cranny, but to no avail. The space was devoid of any disturbances, except for a stack of unused items gathering dust and rotting timber devoured by termites. James sighed with relief, reaching out to stroke Arnold's head, and they would peacefully doze off in each other's company.

Yet, as the evening sky kissed the horizon and James slipped off his shoes, something felt awry. Arnold was nowhere to be found.

"Arnold? Hey! Co--come here!"

No response. Only an unsettling silence hung in the air, causing James' heart to race. Panic surged through him as he mindlessly traversed the room, meticulously searching every corner, except for one area that remained untouched—the basement. The door remained closed, just as it had been when James left for work.

"A-Arnold?"

A deep darkness emanated from below, causing James to gulp nervously. Summoning his courage, he took a step forward, only to slip on the slippery surface and tumble down with a cry of pain. Agony coursed through his body as he lay there, tears welling in his eyes.

Then, suddenly, a flood of light inundated his vision. To his right, a familiar voice resonated, momentarily halting his racing heart.

"Does that hurt?"

#whump #whump prompt #creepy whumper #whump OC #recovering whumpee #juneofdoom #does that hurt #pet comfort #pet caretaker #fear whump #whumper x whumpee #yandere #basement whump #injured whumpee #crying whumpee

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hummingbird-of-light · 11 months

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June of Doom Day 4

4. “Does that hurt?”

| Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization |

TW: major character death, freezing to death, not canon compliant

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He hated this planet. He hated it like hell!

Just why had Starfleet exiled him to Delta Vega - the end of the whole damn universe?!

Montgomery Scott was supposed to work on a starship. He was supposed to change the world, working on his transwarp beaming theory.

But just one wee mistake and he had been punished for a lifetime. And there was no hope that he'd be relieved anytime soon.

"What the- Aw man!"

The Scotsman groaned in annoyance, when he took a look at the screen. A broken radio tower, not too far from the outpost.

"Oi, wee man! We have a problem!"

Scotty wasn't alone on the planet. There was a little green alien called Keenser. He wasn't the most talkative lad, but he still was good company.

Scotty looked around, but Keenser was nowhere to be seen. He was probably taking a nap. The lad rarely got sleep.

"Fine, I can take a look myself."

He didn't need a companion to check on the tower. And if he needed help, he could still come back and get Keenser.

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It was just so cold. Scotty shivered heavily and wrapped his jacket even tighter around him.

This place was hell! And he wanted to get back to Earth where the sun was warm and bright.

But that would have to wait.

"There ye are, ye stupid radio tower," he muttered angrily, when the broken thing came into view.

Just what could have damaged it so badly?

The closer Scott got, the better he saw that something was lying on the ground.

It looked like...

"An escape pod?"

Scotty started to run as soon as he noticed just what had crashed onto the planet's surface.

It really was an escape pod! What was it doing here? And, more importantly, who was in it?

The Scotsman opened the pod and a pale human was revealed to him. Strains of raven-black hair fell into the man's unconcious face. There was a bruise on his forehead.

Scotty gently placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it.

"Hey, laddie. Ye okay there?"

The man groaned, face distorted in pain, and suddenly blue eyes snapped open and he grabbed Scott's wrist, glaring at him. His face was stern.

"Woah, careful now, I'm not yer enemy!"

Scotty winced. How could one man have such a strong grip? Who was this guy?!

"Who are you?"

The dark haired man's voice was deep and it sent a chill down Scott's spine. Still, he chose to answer the question.

"Uhm... the name's Montgomery Scott. I work on an outpost not too far away from here. And... who would ye be?"

The man's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"An outpost?" he asked and the engineer nodded.

"Aye, I'm a member of Starfleet."

Immediately, the expression on his counterpart's face darkened. His grip around Scotty's wrist tightened to the point where it hurt.

"Do you know a man called Admiral Marcus?"

The Scotsman blinked in confusion. That... was a pretty straightforward question, wasn't it?

"Aye, I do. Man helped me get into the Academy. Grumpy lad, but... a good admiral. Now... who are ye again?"

The piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right through him. Scotty shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.

And finally he got an answer.

"My name is Khan. And that admiral you admire so much... has kidnapped and betrayed me."

Once again, Scott blinked rapidly. What the heck was this lad talking about? That was just crazy!

"Ye... hit yer head pretty hard, didn't ye? Does that hurt?"

He reached out with his free hand to touch the forehead, however, the man - Khan - reacted instantly. He grabbed Scotty's throat and pulled him close to his face.

"Do not touch me, Mr. Scott. I am far more superior than you."

The Scotsman shivered under the threatening gaze and swallowed. This man wasn't joking.

"A-alright, laddie. No need to get violent."

Scotty raised his hands in a soothing manner. He didn't want to risk his skin by provoking Khan any further.

"Where is that outpost?"

Scott glanced to his left. He really shouldn't tell this guy anything, but he had a feeling that he couldn't lie to him either. So he nodded his head toward where he had come from.

"A few miles in that direction."

Khan eyed him closely, before a smile crossed his face. However, it wasn't a friendly one. It was cold and smug.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

And before Scotty knew what was happening to him, he was pushed into the escape pod.

"Wha-"

He heard the door being locked from outside and only now did he notice that Khan had taken his communicator from him, too.

"Oi! Let me out!"

But the raven-haired man was already heading off to the outpost. Apparently he had no use for the Scotsman.

"Let me out!"

He banged his fists against the glass again and again, but couldn't break free. He was trapped in this escape pod!

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He didn't know how many hours had passed, but eventually hypothermia was winning the fight they fought. When his eyes closed, his only hope was that Keenser had made it out alive. If only they had gone outside together...

#juneofdoom #june of doom #day 04 #whump #whump challenge #does that hurt #hypothermia #star trek #fanfiction #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #keenser #freezing #major character death #not canon compliant

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isamajor · 11 months

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June Of Doom - Day 1 to 5

I wanted to do MORE whump drabbles so I’m participating to @juneofdoom :D (always with Skyrim’s Custom Voiced Followers, of course :DDD)

1 - « You don't want to do that »

The Ebony Blade was in their hands. After being lured by the Whispering Lady, the Dragonborn had this deadric artifact in their possession. Imbued of the power of Mephala, prince deadra of lies, secrets and murder, the blade asked for more blood to reach the peak of its powers. It needed the blood of friends. The blood of people who may view the Dragonborn as their Hero.

Kaidan asked the trembling Dragonborn to drop the black sword in a bottomless pit, or in the deepest of the sea.

"You don't want to do that. It's Mephala who wants that power, not you." (104)

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2 - Salve

Auri felt bad about living in a part of the world where everything would be made from wood, but salved her conscience by thinking how she would follow and defend the Green Pact until her death. After this accident in Valenwood years ago, she swore to herself she would try everything she could to be worthy of Y'ffre. No salve would appease her heart of the terror of being consigned back to the primordial Ooze after her death, so she can only be as zealous as possible and hope Y'ffre would forgive her for breaking the Pact. (99)

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3 - Struggle

Although he did not feel comfortable at sea, Taliesin had no choice but to obey his superiors and embark on this ship bound for the city of Solitude. The fainting light of the lighthouse had pushed the ship against rocks and already the hold was filling with water. Taliesin's long Thalmor robe was quickly waterlogged, and he began to wade with difficulty. The water was rising rapidly, and the Mer couldn't swim. He struggled, tangled up in his wet clothes and began to panic, hoping to reach the nearest ladder and not end up drowning. (97)

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4 - « Does that hurt ? » / Stabilization

They had been attacked by an entire troop of conjurers while passing near a fort in Eastmarch. The fight was long, difficult, and in the end, victory tasted bitterly of blood. Lucien had been able to preserve himself by fighting the mages from a distance and now acted as a healer for his crippled friends, stabilizing their wounds with his healing spells, so much so that in the end, his arms were shaking.

"Does that hurt?" asked Inigo, concerned.

Lucien bit his lip. Using to the last of his Magicka's resources was painful, yes. But that was the price for saving the others. (104)

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5 - « It's not as bad as it looks »

He'd gotten a nice gash on his forehead, from the sharp claws of a sabre cat. Blood had streaked down Kaidan's face, adorning it with a sticky crimson mask, drowning out his tattoo and blending with the color of his eyes. When Lucien saw him like this, he squealed in horror, both at his friend's bloody appearance and at the presumption of the seriousness of his wound.

"Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. The wound isn't deep, the forehead is just a place where the bleeding is profuse.", he explained to the Imperial. (102)

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leyswhumpdump · 2 years

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Does That Hurt?

Day 8 of @themerrywhumpofmay

Tropes and CWs: Hero / villain stuff, swearing, passing out, needle reference.

Bricks trembled around Hero as they slammed against the alley wall. Third time that evening, and the impact sent shockwaves down their back as well as stealing their breath. It was a coin flip what would give out first; their spinal column, or the faltering masonry. Their chiropractor was going to kill them.

“You may as well give up.” Under the full-face mask, Villain’s breathing sounded laboured. Hero kicked out and lost balance. They had to grab a nearby dumpster to avoid littered needles and broken bottles. “Supervillain will be putting the final pieces into place. And you’re fighting me in this dungheap. Even if you win this—”

Hero swung a punch. Villain batted them aside, sending them sprawling. Shattered glass pressed sharp edges into the reinforced fabric of their suit. “You heroes don’t know when to call it quits.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong.” Frantically Hero wondered if they’d bought enough time. Supervillain would have had the same plans when they’d sent Villain to this alley… “I was only ever the distraction.”

“The distraction, huh?” Villain was clutching their side. Some of those earlier punches had landed. “Is that what Superhero has reduced you to?”

“It’s no different from what Supervillain is doing…” Hero trailed off, spitting blood from their mouth.

“I thought Superhero was supposed to be better than us.” Villain looked skywards, to where Supervillain had opened the swirling vortex. “Don’t you ever want to go rogue? There’s a whole universe to explore. Wouldn’t you like to see what’s on the other side of that maelstrom up there?”

“Superhero will…” A wheezing sound, almost a sob. “They don’t tolerate failure.”

“So we’re working for the same kind of person. Only they’re at war with each other, and taking this city down with them.” Villain offered a gloved hand to Hero. “By the way, my suit’s telling me your vital signs are not looking good.”

Hero knew that. They’d known from the moment they’d hit the wall. “Superhero will heal me.”

“Even if you fail to stop me?” Villain flipped up their visor. Their eyes were blue-almost-green. Hero had never known that. “I know how to keep people alive and you know that. The way I’m seeing this, you have one choice.”

“I… Superhero can’t know… please… please don’t…” The alley began to slide, something that had nothing to do with structural damage. Hero’s voice faded out. Their hand, which had stretched weakly towards Villain, dropped onto the scattered glass. Fresh blood leaked across the alley.

Villain lifted Hero into their arms, muttering to themselves.

“Fuck, I hate having a moral compass.”

#whump #whump writing #the merry whump of may #does that hurt #day 8 #original post

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egg-writes-whump · 2 years

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The Merry Whump of May Day 8 - “Does that hurt?”

Broken Glass | Alleyway | Begging

OCs used: None, I couldn’t think of any that fit, so just have some Villain Whumpee

TW: Being thrown out a window, villain whumpee, hero whumper, defiant whumpee, broken glass, a whumper who can fly, swearing, chin grabbing

Another really short piece because I realised 5 minutes ago I forgot to do yesterday’s prompt aa-

A loud smash could be heard as Villain was thrown from the window and landed with a thud and a groan on the ground by the alleyway. Hero flew down and landed casually in front of them. Villain looked up, glaring despite the pain from the shards of broken glass stuck in their torso at odd angles.

“What’s the matter, Villain? Does that hurt?” “Go to hell, you bastard.” Villain spat. Hero chuckled, grabbing Villain by the chin and pulling them up.

“Of course. As long as you join me there.”

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@themerrywhumpofmay

#Egg writes whump #villain whumpee #whump #hero whumper #the merry whump of may #does that hurt #tw broken glass #tw swearing #chin grab #defiant whumpee

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years

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Part One

You flinched every time the shadows shifted. You couldn’t help yourself and you couldn’t stop. After everything that went down on your last mission — the loss of your Master and the attack by the Sith Lord chief among them — the shadows weren’t your friends anymore.

Now you knew that you weren’t the only being to hide themselves within them.

It had gone reasonably well when you first got back to the Temple. You had been confined to the Healing Halls for the first few months: your body a wreck, your Padawan Bond ripped from you leading to your mind on the edge of shattering, and your soul hurt. It had taken quite a few Healers to help you get back to where you were now.

Recently released back into the Senior Padawan dorms, you had awoken in the night to an almost completely dark room and were terrified into inactivity. The small window let in enough of the Coruscant light that every object in the room had the ability to become the being that still haunts your nightmares.

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t blink, and you were certain, in a corner of your mind that still had rational thoughts, that you must have been blaring your terror into the Force for the whole Temple to feel.

It felt like an eternity for anything to change but the chime of your door opening and the lights automatically coming on eventually broke the spell that was seemingly on you. Healer Che and Mind Healer Verin stood in your bedroom doorway, sabers drawn and lit, an impenetrable wall between you and the shades of darkness that still stalked you through the nightmares.

When they saw that nothing was physically wrong both deactivated their sabers and Healer Verin slowly made her way to you. You were still petrified in place but you watched her approach slowly. You could feel the Healers’ light touch in the Force, both trying to calm you down, and knew the minute that you felt threatened by them they’d immediately stop.

It was that certainty that finally allowed you to unclench your muscles and ooze back into your bed, a dark puddle of misery and sadness. When you settled back, both Verin and Che followed you into your bed, bracketing you within a cocoon of safety and Healing.

It was their slow crooning voices that sent you back to sleep, hopefully this time without the shadows in your nightmares.

@themerrywhumpofmay

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em-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Whump of May day 8

+bthb “get it over with.”

prompts used: “does that hurt?” broken glass, alleyway

characters: whumpee, caretaker

warnings: cursing, semi-graphic descriptions of injuries (broken arm and glass in flesh)

words: 562

@badthingshappenbingo @themerrywhumpofmay

Caretaker had just finished a long day at work and was on his way home. The moon hung in the sky, dimly lighting where he was walking.

He looked straight forward, avoiding catching anyone’s eye and keeping an ear out for any footsteps behind him.

He passed an alleyway near his house and heard muffled crying. It was a terrible idea to check it out, he knew that, but he just couldn’t pass by without doing anything.

“Bad idea, Caretaker, you know that. Don’t fucking do it. Just go home, you don’t have to help. It’s probably a ploy, don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. He could see a candle lit in the window of his house, nearly melted away. “Ma’s gonna be pissed if you take any longer. Leave it alone.”

There was another muffled sob, louder than before and he sighed, “You fucking idiot. If you get stabbed, it’s your fault.”

He turned around and walked down the alley, tightening the strap on his bag until it felt secure.

“Hello?” He called out quietly, “Is anyone there?”

Praying no one would answer, he waited for a response.

“I’m fine.”

Shit. He took a deep breath and walked forward, “Are you sure? I can try to help if you need.”

Clouds moved and the alley lit up, allowing Caretaker to see who was there. There was a girl, a few years older than him by the looks of it, leaning against the wall. Broken glass was surrounding her and her arm was bent in a weird position. “Yeah, you’re not fine. Let me help.”

“Just leave me alone. I’ll figure something out.” She groaned.

Caretaker set his bag down and shifted some glass away with his shoe. He bent down in front of her and took her arm, “Oof, this is broken. I’ll have to set it now so it doesn’t start healing wrong. Do you want something to bite down on or will you be ok?”

She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Just get it over with.”

“How’d you end up here?” he asked.

She chuckled dryly, “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Oh, I don’t. Just trying to distract you a little.”

“Not really necessary but tha- OW!” she screamed. She clamped her jaw shut and panted through her teeth, tears falling onto the dirty ground.

Caretaker rifled through his bag and finally found a cloth he could use to hold the bone in place.

“Does that hurt?”

She shook her head, “What do you think?”

“Mm, well, I’m just about done here, I’m just gonna have to pull some of this glass out so the fabric doesn’t push it in. That ok?”

She nodded and shut her eyes. He looked through his bag again and set to work on getting the smaller pieces of glass out of her arm.

He finished fast and stood up, extending an arm to help her up.

“You can stay at my place overnight. My ma won’t mind.” He said. He pulled her up and walked a few feet ahead before realizing she wasn’t following. “Are you coming?”

“You don’t even know my name and you’re gonna let me stay with you?” She asked. “Why?”

“No reason really, I just feel like you’re someone who won’t try to kill me or steal from my family.” He shrugged.

“Fair enough. Name’s Whumpee.”

“Caretaker.”

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#the merry whump of may #whump #does that hurt #broken glass #alleyway #whumpee #caretaker #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #bthb #bad things happen bingo #get it over with

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midnight-coffee94 · 9 months

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No single line has ever wrecked me as hard as this one from the Good Place and I think about it constantly

#the good place #i'm binge watching it again and it just takes me out so hard #i get lost in the sauce thinking about this quote #the idea that those who hurt you are capable of being better people and then seeing them change and grow just hits me right between the rib #who am i kidding it stabs me like the senators stabbed Caesar #anyway #icy does a tag ramble

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candaru · 6 months

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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

#angst #whump #writeblr #hurt/comfort #does anybody hear me. hello #it's about forcibly stripping a character of the pride that keeps them from letting themselves be human

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inkskinned · 7 months

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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

#warm up #writeblr #this one has bothered me for a bit #any time a woman does something even passingly annoying we treat it like a fucking crime #hey man. women are allowed to be annoying. everyone forever is allowed to be passingly annoying #as long as they aren't hurting anyone/thing #like u wanna know something? i find it super annoying that men don't wear seatbelts #why arent there thousands of comments on driving videos thats just like : men try not to die in a car crash challenge #''this briefly annoyed me''. okay??????? AND????????????????? go get ur self a cookie and calm down about it #ur not entitled to control other ppl's experiences and emotions just so u can maintain ur own peace #if being briefly annoyed ruins ur whole day! you! need! therapy!!!!#men try not to become immediately angry about nothing challenge: level impossible #ps author is nonbinary. we didn't even get into the gender presentation thing #the fact men think it's SEXY that my voice is on the lower end....

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mindonmymoneyandmoneyonmymind · 1 month

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