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worldofhurt · 7 months
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Jan-Michael Vincent in Gunsmoke (1971).
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hurtcomfortguaranteed · 6 months
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On the run from their attackers, Pacer chooses to sacrifice himself to save wounded big brother Clint, in 1960's Flaming Star.
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whump-they-it-is · 1 year
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Innerspace (1987)
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generic-whumperz · 6 months
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Whumpy Art History, Part 2: Saint Sebastian Tended by Saint Irene
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Artist: Hendrick ter Brugghen Year: 1625 Medium: Oil on canvas Dimensions: 149 cm × 119.4 cm (49 in × 16 in) Location: Allen Memorial Art Museum, Oberlin Style: Dutch Baroque
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sowhumpful · 9 months
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You better follow cause I won’t stop.
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classicwhump · 2 years
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I give you, the whump community.
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In League — Dead Ringer, part I
Masterlist
Summary: August's first day with the new holder of his indenture —his new master— is not a resounding success. (Takes place two years before August meets Wyatt.) Beta-read by @alittlewhump!
CW: Late-19th century, explicit language, indentured servitude, classism, dehumanization/degradation, intimate/creepy whumper, burn.
A beam of sunlight slanted through the break in the curtains to fall squarely across his eyes. He tried not to squint to see his new employer or, rather, the new holder of his indenture. Why the drapes were drawn in the middle of the day was beyond him. Unless the intention was to make the study feel suffocating and shadowed. 
“Say that one more time.” 
August recognised the dare within the order. He swallowed, heart hammering in his chest in spite of himself. “I’m sorry, master. I don’t have it.” 
Master Keats hummed in mock sympathy. “And after all that rigamarole about your capabilities.” His silhouette plucked a cigar from the shadow of a desktop and took a few puffs until smoke further enshrouded his face. “How utterly useless literacy is when unaccompanied by intelligence. As is typical for servants.” 
“Please, sir,” he struggled to keep his voice level, frustration crashing through him in waves. “I only—
“I trust they disciplined mistakes at Elmwood?”
He clenched his teeth. “Yessir.” August couldn’t be certain if his master was watching him or simply sitting there smoking. His first day was getting worse by the second. From the ill-fitting uniform to his ill-fated first errand, he wasn’t sure if he’d have an ass left to land on by the time he was thrown out on it. 
By the time Master Keats rose out of his chair, August’s palms had really begun to sweat. He didn’t risk even a flutter of his fingers at his sides as he stood at attention. Keats sauntered around the desk, low-hanging smoke cloud trailing with him. When he reached the other side, a few paces in front of August, he leaned back against it, crossing his ankles and straightening his waistcoat. “What was it then?”
“Bed without supper, sir.”
“And for something such as this? For losing a priceless family heirloom worth more than your life twice over?” August wondered what was on the other end of the pocket watch chain crossing his master’s waist if it wasn’t the item in question. 
He cleared his throat. “Probably the cane, sir.” 
Master Keats twisted around to ash his cigar. “Probably? Are you implying that your service record was so clean? Or were you shown favour by that knotty old butler?” 
“The former, sir.” The latter was also true though he did not wish to give Keats any further ammunition.
“Well, unfortunately, it seems your luck hasn’t followed you here.” August could hear the amusement in the statement though he still couldn’t read the accompanying expression. The light shone in from just above Keats’ head, casting his face entirely in shadow behind the looming cloud of smoke.
He swallowed his defense. His shame and frustration were rising to a steady boil. It wasn’t exactly his fault that the watchmaker had apparently surrendered the watch to someone else claiming to represent Keats. August had only been a quarter an hour late anyway, despite following the written directions to the letter. It wasn’t like he’d lost the watch personally. In fact, August’s questioning had been surprisingly short-lived. Though perhaps someone was already going to corroborate his story with the jeweler to make sure he hadn’t indeed picked up the watch and simply stashed it for later. 
“I won’t pretend this isn’t a disappointment,” Keats said, finally stepping forward enough so that he blocked the light.
Not much of a relief for August’s clarity of sight. He couldn’t see jack all in the shade after staring into the sun. He blinked quickly, trying to get his eyes to adjust faster.
Keats took another step forward, close enough that August had to keep himself from taking a step back to maintain civilized personal space. His master reeked of the cigar, earthy and sweet, and his spicy cologne, all overlaying the smell of sweat. August took advantage of the closeness for the chance to curl his fingers into fists. This was all a game, meant to shame and intimidate him, and he’d be damned if he’d rise to the bait.
His master reached out to straighten August’s bowtie, thumbing the fabric. “You seemed so promising…”
“Sir, please. I do beg your pardon. It won’t happen again.” 
“Well, now—” Keats hooked his forefinger over August’s bowtie, not pulling him anywhere but letting August feel the weight of his hand on the fabric circling his neck. “How do you suggest we make certain of it.” 
It went against his every instinct not to twist away. “Sir?”
“I could have them give you the cane.” 
August swallowed, his Adam’s apple running into Keats’ knuckle. “You’ll know best, sir.” 
“I should fucking think so.” Keats eyes raked over his face. They were beady and dark and August already despised having them on him. He hadn’t been naive enough to hold out hope that his new master might be some shade of kind but he had tried to be optimistic. Clearly, even that had been a folly. “Growing up in the workhouse, I’m sure you know how to take it well.” 
His fists trembled at his sides. More from anger than fear, he told himself. “Yessir.”
Keats held him a moment longer before releasing him with a little push so he had to catch himself on his back foot. “Something more novel might suit you better.”
“I—” 
“Perhaps some time to think.” August didn’t like the look of the glint in his eyes one bit. He was practically twirling his mustache, though August would have wagered it didn’t move much with so much wax in it. “I’ll think on it, you can think on it. A week in the attic ought to be sufficient, even for you.” 
August’s heart stuttered in his chest. He hadn’t been shown the whole house yet, had no idea what ‘a week in the attic’ would entail. “Sir—”
“Now, show me your gratitude for sparing you the cane by saving me having to cross the room to the ashtray.” Keats took a final pull from the cigar, enshrouding them both with its heavy smoke before holding it between them. 
“Yessir.” August reached to take it. 
He pulled the cigar back, tutting his tongue. August met his eyes and knew instantly what Keats meant to do. He hesitated, just long enough to regret giving Keats the satisfaction of asking, “Something the matter?”
“No, sir,” he said through clenched teeth, holding out his right hand. He didn’t dare try to abscond by putting forth his left.  
 Keats took another drag from the cigar so the end bloomed orange before he planted it in the centre of August’s palm. August lifted his chin a fraction, keeping his hand steady. He raised his hand in equal force to Keats bearing down on it. He wanted Keats to feel his efforts, though they didn’t stand for much. Not with tears pooling in his eyes until they spilled over, ruining the effect and bringing a smirk to his master’s face. 
His palm kept burning even after he was sure the cigar was out. Keats gave it one final twist before releasing his grasp and letting it fall into August’s hand. “Give me your thanks then.” August wanted to give him something all right but he knew he would never get that far. Keats was above him on all accounts. “Thank you ever so much, sir.”
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whumpofalltime · 8 months
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What stands out as the Whump Of All Time? Only you can decide!
While you're welcome to vote for your favorite, your mutual's favorite, or on vibes alone, we encourage you to check out the propaganda and links below the cut - it's a great way to discover new content.
Karppi / Deadwind:
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"The whole episode starts with Karppi and Nurmi right after a helicopter crash into the sea from the previous episode, Nurmi gets stuck underwater and then they have to wait for someone to find them while they're wet and very cold, so there's some very nice comfort between them and huddling for warmth. Then, later in the episode, Nurmi gets shot with a tranquilizer dart, collapses and is held captive, being chained upside down and lowered into the water, followed by a nice rescue. It's such a good episode!"
Bonanza:
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"An entire episode of all sorts of whump: Adam, trying to shoot a wolf, accidentally shoots his little brother Joe. The wolf also attacks Joe, Adam has to get him home (riding double on his horse), and is forced to perform surgery on Joe himself because the doctor is unavailable. Joe writhes in pain and makes the most heartbreaking cries and whimpers, Adam feels incredibly guilty over injuring his brother then having to cause further pain with painful wound-tending. Joe develops an infection/fever and the third brother Hoss has to ride to fetch medicine- meanwhile, Joe is crying and struggling in the grips of nightmares and delirium as Adam struggles to calm him. Eventually, Hoss makes it back with the medicine and their father returns as well. Joe's fever breaks and everyone is greatly relieved, stroking his hair as he lies, still weak from his ordeal, in bed."
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whumpookies · 1 year
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Single gif but oh so worth it from the classic Robin hood episode 1 (1983) guy-of-Gibson strikes our newly hooded hero!
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ye-olde-whump · 3 months
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It’s a tie between Magnum P.I. and the Man from U.N.C.L.E. ! I’ll make a gif set for both as soon as I can. I like the voting format, so I’ll probably post another poll with another selection of shows once I get these next two posted
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arjolewhump · 1 year
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Hello whumpy folks!
My name is Josephine (@arjolewhump) and I have decided to ✨finally✨ start my blog! It will mostly consist on me re-blogging whump GIFS and whump lists, at first, before adding original content!
If you are a visual creature like me and mostly enjoy GIFS of our 💜lovely💜 characters in pain you are welcoooome! I particularly enjoy vintage stuff but do not worry that anything whumpy old or new will be re-blogged here.
As for original content I am committed to becoming a pro’ at creating GIF sets and making actor-based whump lists (right now? I’m on you Matthew McConaughey).
No fic’ tropes or writing content in here! 🤪 (But I do love them still).
I look forward to talking with you on my bloooooog!
VIVE LE WHUMP 🎉🎉
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worldofhurt · 10 months
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The Great Escape (1963).
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bebs-art-gallery · 4 months
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Datail — Ecce Homo, c. 1674 by Pedro de Mena † Agnus Dei (Lamb of God), circa 1635 - 1640 by Francisco de Zurbaran
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whump-they-it-is · 2 years
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Marlon Brando - The men 1950
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Dedicated to my ole pal @99point9percentwhump for getting me on the classic whump train 😘
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generic-whumperz · 7 months
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Hellraiser (1987)
Frank’s death scene
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sowhumpful · 9 months
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