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tumbly-s · 2 months

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Trigun body horror week day 3 — LUNGS

#trigun #trigun maximum #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigunbodyhorrorweek #trigun stampede #tumblysart #your lungs so full - with no joy or laughter #but full of smoke billowing inside #a broken cigarette your loyal companion #infecting your body with addictive parasite #idk i started writing rhyming commentary here and here we are now with captions in the tags #im no poet nor a writer but every so often WRITING IS MY PASSION 3D logo graphic starts turning in my head like a lightbulb and we get this

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shihlun · 2 months

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Aki Kaurismäki

- Fallen Leaves

2023

#Aki Kaurismäki #Aki Kaurismaki #fallen leaves #Kuolleet lehdet #mirror #broken mirror #cigarette butt #l'argent #robert bresson #finnish film #2023

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #12

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, broken bones, begging, burns, torture, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumpers

@whumptober Day 12: Red / “I’m up, I’m up!”

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Kane’s breaths came ragged and worn, his arms trembling as he tried to push himself back to his feet. His legs were both broken by now, red pooling beneath him.

The blood-slick floor only made it that much harder. What with his trembling, his body screaming at him to rest as if that was a viable option, the heel of his hand slipped and he came crashing down to the concrete once again.

“Oh?” the hunter on his left piped up, interest piqued. “That all you got in you? Come on, aren’t you supposed to be some fearsome thing? You’re a vampire!”

“No!” Kane cried, terror seizing his heart. “I just– I just need a minute! A minute, that’s all, sir! Please!”

“Go ahead.” The hunter waved him on graciously, and Kane reignited his efforts to stand. If he could just get himself leaning upright against the wall, if that could be good enough–

His partner took a drag from his cigarette, a human invention Kane had come to despise since learning of it. He had no doubt that it would kiss his skin when the hunter had finished it, though at least the burn would be mild compared to silver. Hardly the least of his worries.

“It’s done,” this one argued, gesturing at Kane’s pathetic form as he desperately pushed through the pain that coursed through his whole body, chest heaving. “C’mon. You owe me ten.”

“Give it a minute! Jeez!” The first hunter crouched down, level with Kane, still struggling to lift himself off the floor. “What’d I say? You wanna go out there, vampy?”

Kane sobbed, managing a shaky nod. “No, sir,” he forced out, “I’m trying, I’m trying, please, it hurts!”

“No one gives a fuck. Get up.” The hunter stood back to full height effortlessly.

“I’m giving it five minutes,” his partner announced.

Five minutes or he’s forced outside to burn. It was a low-stakes bet to the humans, but everything to him. He tried again and again, making no attempt to hold back his cries of pain.

His legs wailed in protest as he forced them up, bent at awkward angles as he tried to balance himself against the wall. Blood painted it as he clawed at the rough surface, but it wasn’t rough enough for him to hold himself up, and his legs just couldn’t support him in their state.

“Two.”

Kane choked on horror, his time dwindling. He couldn’t go out there, he’d do anything to avoid the sun, anything–

He dragged himself, his starved body just light enough for his weakened arms to pull along until he reached the bars. Something he could grab, something he could pull.

Kane grit his teeth and grabbed the bars, the silver instantly searing into the sensitive flesh of his palms and the undersides of his fingers. He shrieked, pulling his hands back with a fitful sob.

“Clock’s ticking!” the hunter betting on him shouted.

Three quick breaths, as deep as he could make them. One, two, three.

He grabbed the bars again, the familiar smell of burning flesh returning as he attempted to hoist himself up. He couldn’t get himself quite standing, his hands weeping out and his legs only becoming more deformed by the second as he tried to force them into functioning, but he was close. He could be called ‘upright’, given a generous-enough interpretation.

“I’m up, I’m up!” he cried, tears blurring his vision as the skin on his hands turned angry and red to match the useless blood covering the floor.

“Is it, though?” the hunter with the cigarette asked.

“Please!” Kane sobbed. He couldn’t do better than this, he couldn’t. He just needed to stay out of the sun.

“It totally counts!” the other hunter agreed, and for a man who had smashed his legs to smithereens minutes earlier, Kane had never felt more grateful to him.

“Fine, fine. You win.”

Kane released the bars, torched hands falling on top of the rest of his broken body as he collapsed to the floor. It seemed as though every part of him ached with agony, but he knew exactly how much worse it could get.

He didn’t even flinch at the cigarette pressed to the side of his neck.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #red #i'm up i'm up #oc #fic #torture #burns #cigarettes #broken bones #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #whump #my writing #begging #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #multiple whumpers #sadistic whumper

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oatbugs · 2 months

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my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

#he keeps falling asleep almost on my shoulder and waking up and readjusting but i want to tell him its ok weve seen a lot #of each other ive seen your brainwaves you called me crying a few nights ago. research partner right now is a potentiality #friend is a certainty. i met a banker passionate about finance. he said his advice made the lives of others better and he likes the numbers #more than he likes anything else. on a high rise near canary wharf the view was wonderful and the people even moreso #he said i loved her but i spent 33 grand on her and i cant do this anymore. his voice cracked talking about her. he did love her.#and she talked softly she grabbed my hand she bought me a pack of Marlborough gold she told me to snap #the russian menthol cigarettes of the tortured polish man near us with my teeth i kept staring at her teeth #bright white and sharp. i couldnt find her heartbeat but i did find warmth and i did find her lips and i did feel #how she felt pressed against a wall. a pretty boy held my hand and i gave him my number. i couldnt stop smiling about her no matter #how many runways youve walked on how many collections youve designed how many students youve taught. senior lecturer teaches me how to do #very unethical things ethically over a double shot of vodka made by the half-persian with broken farsi. she talks softly #and she says her eyes are hazel but they appear a shade of red. pure gold on her hands and leather on her back and her fingers on my lips #(she talks softly sees through me she says something i cant hear but i wont forget the way she flies) she talked to my research partner #about the possibility of moving to sunny dubai with the rest of her family and my heart felt pierced. on her arm i traces a tattoo of a #knife passing through a rose. she told me she thought there was romance in severing so i kissed her some more.#he sat me down and asked me what i loved and i told him and he said no romance no person no tragedy will take that from you.#the room was filled with a collection of people in love with something that wasnt a person and i kept looking at her.#red eyes bitten jawline beautiful hands. it is 3 degrees Celsius my head is on his shoulder i miss my friends #we walked out the lecture hall with arms linked a photo of two years ago and we both said #jesus christ. i miss you all. and i miss logic metatheory lectures. im glad i get to stare at the depth of your eyes #i wish i had met you years ago.#crushposting

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roughridingrednecks · 10 months

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Broken

#broken #b&w #wifebeater #belt buckle #redneck #tats #smoker #cap #goatee #cigarette

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mamangasick · 10 months

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My Broken Mariko

Waka Hirako

#My Broken Mariko #Waka Hirako #manga #mangacap #seinen #drama #psychological #tragedy #cigarette #smoke #grief #monochrome

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bewby · 4 months

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got my heart broken for the first time ever and almost killed myself 9 times but i'm trying to live ❤️ how's everyone else

#i think i can just post this here cause nobody checks on me on here anywaydjjdhsgggf omg.#anyways i need a cigarette #genuine question how do i Not Self Sacrfice in a relationship #like I'M TIREDDDDHHSHDFDGF i know it takes like. building confidence or a stable sense of self but damn that'll. take a while huh #can i not be in love despite tjat I NEEEEDD PILLLSLLSLS #i mean i didn't get my heart broken because of that i'm just saying like in General #IT WASNT EVEN A EELATIONSHIP YET #i gotta kill myself fr #anyways.

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favorite-films · 1 year

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BETTER CALL SAUL - Uno 1x1 // Saul Gone 6x13

“Couldn’t you just..”

“but with good behavior… who knows”

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ef-1 · 11 months

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I'M BROKEN, BUT I'M TRYING | MAY'23

#im broken but im trying indeed ‼️#back by unpopular demand etc #ik i havent been as active but mommy is sick again 😍#so ive just been avoiding social media bc im fatigued and it brings me no joy when im unwell #its unhealthy but everytime i have an ms relapse it feels like grieving. like im mourning the life i could have had if i was healthy #and im v good at snapping out of it but still. it leave a bad taste in its wake lol #anyway i cant really see any colours rn and i was going to be miserable about it but im just going 2 keep taking photos #amd praying they look okay lmao #index: rows #1. relatable fridge/pumps #2. two different dates with two different friends. one who dragged me out of bed and one who fell into bed with me.#apparently friends dont let friends be miserable. i love them alot.#3. flower growing by cigarette / da sky #photography series #oh + this is only partially may and partially chronological

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poopydroopt · 1 month

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r my asks on? idk how to check but if they r put random shit in there abt like the triplets, music, girls stuff, books, or wtv cuz im soo bored and i just wanna talk tbh

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craycraybluejay · 7 months

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I am normal and can be trusted to enjoy or relate to things without obsessing and feel feelings without just completely losing it if I experience (1) emotion not numbed enough

#(lying)#everything is so PROFOUND #the BEDSHEETS want to TELL ME SOMETHING #that one falling leaf wants to TALK TO ME #my brain is in a constant state of psychedelic arousal brought on by what can only be described as a condition without a name or a cure #that is simply being me #schizotypal is the closest thing but its a small word that doesnt understand me quite #i try my best #to ground myself with cigarettes and casual sex #and even that is too beautiful not to linger and spiral #everything is so intense #i am living in a world so vibrant it is like a fever dream and makes me want to throw up #no medicine will fix me because I AM NOT BROKEN #i am simply different #my world is one that is so large i cannot look at it without losing myself #so colourful i must be dreaming even awake #everything makes sense to me everything confuses me #everything is so everything #and i think about everything all the time #the only things that significantly fix it for a short moment are high dose narcotic depressants #eg opiates and benzos #its never quiet here #just like in childhood i cannot sleep because my mind is too loud #shhhh #reality itself is delicate i have seen it rip apart and come back together different #not just mine but everyones too #i get so obsessed staring into the abyss it paralyzes me i dont know what to do with myself #all this to say #my sickness and myself are everything my complete quiet is nothing and in either direction is oblivion #how to live with everything so loud

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fl0wri · 6 months

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#mine #aesthetic #cigarette #pills #alprazolam #xanax #Broken #mess #fucked up #depressed

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milkweedman · 9 months

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ah, the ever-more-frequent Urge To Explode My Brain from unending migraines. a migraine that just lasts the day already sucks so bad. whole day is gone in a blur of pain and misery, right ? a migraine that lasts multiple days is sort of like if hell was real and you were in it. time has no meaning, only pain, etc.

months of migraines... with no break or end or effective treatment and also you still have to work and behave like a normal person because you cannot lie in bed for months not paying rent. well id describe it you but ive fucking lost the plot. its gone on so long and its so bad that when the migraine ISN'T at its peaking on the pain scale and making me feel like if i was hit by a truck that would be an improvement, i start to feel like my head is a vestigial organ that has been removed. cant access sensation in my head and it feels literally disconnected from my body. meanwhile the pain is still there (along with the brain fog, vertigo, nausea, etc) but it feels like its happening to somebody else.