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hungerpunch · 1 year

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actually no. ykw. i want to go off about this. this post has been weighing on my mind all fucking day. look i know that 99% of the work that needs to be done in order to not view myself as a tool for people to use, as a thing that is only worthy of love if i am a tool or a weapon, is internal. okay? i get it. i take my ass to therapy weekly. i do the therapy homework. i'm so fucking aware.

but also. consider that for people like me, everyone in our lives gets comfortable using us like a tool, too. i'm just a thing for people to pour their troubles into. and you know what's hard? setting a boundary. saying "no wait i'm a person, please love me like a person and not like a tool that you use." that's really fucking hard. do you know what's harder? doing that--and then getting ghosted instead of loved like a person. when you set a boundary with your friends and family and they decide that actually if they can't use you like a tool anymore, you're not worth the effort.

this shit fucking sucks. it fucking sucks to have the people you love--that you love so much you turned yourself into a tool or a weapon for them--decide that you're not worth the fucking effort to be loved as you've asked to be loved. which, btw, isn't even anything high-maintenance, it's just asking to be treated like a fucking person!

and yeah i know. get new friends. substitute found family for blood. that doesn't mean it's not fucking heartbreaking & deserving of its own mourning process to realize you have to let the current ones go.

so what i wanna say to everyone, everyone who is a close friend or family member to someone else, are you using them like a tool? like a weapon? like an empty vessel? do you care? do you know anything about them? have you checked? can you do any fucking better than that?

#you know what it does rly it makes u appreciate the few that actually give a fuck a REAL fuck about you #anyway yeah i've been fucked up and sad as shit for MONTHS about this thanks and goodnight #wiring my jaw shut and taping all my fingers together and binding myself into a tiny ball so that i can never be used as a tool again #no more being a fool.#text post #the kvetching department #heartspace

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definitely-not-a-wasp · 2 years

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The more I read, the more I realize that the problem with MR’s narration/dialogue isn’t necessarily the sass. There’s an over saturation of it, sure, but it could still be made to work, especially in the context of middle grade fiction. The problem is that it genuinely flusters the antagonists, and then said antagonists don’t do anything about it.

Look, I love the sassy bird kids as much as the next person, I like that Max is barbed and sarcastic in the face of danger, but it undercuts antagonists that should be scary by having them get effected by what is essentially petty teenage bravado. Even antagonists that should be considered threatening like Ter Borsht (wants to terminate the flock and has the power to do so) and the Director of ITEX (who wants to cut the population in half and also sell the flock to the highest bidder) get caught off balance and are reduced to grasping at straws to remain in the verbal offensive. How much more formidable would MR’s antagonists feel if they never reacted to the flock’s sass? If it bounced off them harmlessly? Or, if they did get flustered, and responded with the force necessary to make Max and co. rethink their words?

I just. I know that sassy protagonists are a staple of this particular genre of middle grade fiction, and that’s fine, but that doesn’t mean it has to turn the antagonists into laughing stock. This series deserved better.

#Maximum Ride on Main #Maximum Ride #I know this is coming from the person who wired Fang's jaw shut #and started yanking off fingernails #but JP wouldn't even have to go hard to get the point across #just have the director duct tape Max's mouth shut mid-conversation and tell her that her opinion isn't necessary #It would have been that easy

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lemonofthevalley · 4 months

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FALLEN OFF A WATERFALL IS INSANE???!?

HSGHDGSDH YEAH..... its very important mae lore to know

#asks #my best friend's family was there (their dad pulled my dad out from the bottom) but we joke that he pushed him off #and that also me and my best friend are gonna recreate it this year (20 yr anniversary) LOL #my dad still has the screws in his jaw from his jaw shattering/getting wired shut #the waterfall is 53 feet tall and splash mountain is 52 iirc and theres a sign like 'oh no people fell off SM and died so sad'#and my dad took a picture next to it like 'losers cant even survive a 52 foot drop' LMAO #my mom hates it when we make jokes about it but my dad thinks its funny

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brutal-nemesis · 2 years

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Silence Day 2022: Hitting the Nail on the Head

Many people over the centuries have tried their own unique ways of Shut The Fuck Up, Castys. Here is one of the many such instances, set in an AU for Personal Reasons ❤

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: hammering nails into a guy, mouth whump (not teeth, but tooth whump mentioned), some tongue whump, choking (on a liquid), burns

Everything about this was, in Castys’s opinion, incredibly generic. Cold metal table, check. Tight ropes around his wrists and ankles, check. A handful of dudes smirking down at him, one brandishing a hammer, check. The rope over his forehead was new, he supposed. Ooh, another twist, they were taking the fucking gag off.

“Afternoon, everyone. What fun game are we gonna play today, huh?”

The one holding the hammer waved it in the air a little. “We’re gonna finally shut you up for good, Black.”

“Aw, you gonna knock all my teeth out instead of pulling them to use as your stupid gambling chips? You know people don’t need teeth to talk, right?” Castys was sure that wasn’t it, but, what, were they gonna break his jaw or something? They said for good, but that shit would heal so he didn’t-wait was that a fucking-

“You’ll see, so just hold still, you fucking cockroach. Wouldn’t want to mess it up and make us start over, would you? You can’t be that stupid.” Hands descended on his face, pulling his upper lip back, holding his mouth closed, pressing the point of a fucking nail to his gums. Castys couldn’t make remarks at them anymore, just stuck breathing heavily through his nose as the person holding the hammer got it lined up, shifting their grip on the nail, raising the hammer, smirking, saying something he couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in his ears, and then, finally, dreadfully, swinging the hammer down.

Castys jerked against the restraints as the bright little point of pain in his upper jaw tore open into a scorching sun, blinding and so intense and definitely nowhere near done getting worse. He barely had time to take a breath before the hammer fell again, and now he was definitely screaming, and he couldn’t even feel the hands on his face anymore because all that existed was pain, that and the sound of the slightly rusted metal scraping its way through his jawbone. A third swing and the nail punched through completely, the sharp point digging into his tongue where it had been resting on the roof of his mouth, just his fucking luck. Each successive hit of the hammer drove the nail further in, scraping against the roof of his mouth, more and more blood gushing out, pooling in his throat, choking him, each pointless cough making him jerk uselessly against the hands holding his head still, driving the pain gripping his face further and further beyond the plateau he’d thought it reached.

And then it stopped. The pain didn’t stop, no, not in the slightest, but the hammer stopped coming down, the nail stopped digging further in, the hands stopped holding his jaw shut. He tried to turn to the side and cough out some of the damn blood, but the rope across his forehead made that very super difficult so he gave up and just coughed it up into the air, which went about as well as he expected, which was not well at all. Before he could say anything cool and funny, which would have taken a while because he could not think of anything cool and funny to say at the moment, his jaw got slammed shut again, momentarily pinching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, because he needed more blood in his fucking mouth. On the bright side, he didn’t really feel it because Wow The Nail In His Face Hurt A Whole Lot. And judging by that prick on the gums of his lower jaw, he was about to get another one!

He kind of had a guess as to where this was going. Like, the whole thing in general, since he was very certain where the next nail was going to go, because it was-fuck yup yup there it was making its merry little way through his mandible bit by large bit and he was so smart this time and kept his tongue well away from the bottom of his mouth which was about the only conscious movement he could make at the moment because the rest of him was far to squirm-around-in-pain but it paid off it did the nail didn’t poke his tongue until it did because now it was burrowing into the base of his tongue which he couldn’t really help wasn’t that delightful this was all so delightful and fun and didn’t hurt like he was being injected with acid that was also on fire they were just nails why did they hurt so much maybe it was the fact that they were around his tooth-nerves it sort of felt like tooth pain now that he thought about it but it was hard to think about anything well not hard to think exactly just hard to focus he kept jumping around from one thing to the next in his head trying to think about something that wasn’t the nails or the pain or the screams trapped in his throat or the ropes tying him down or the hands holding his jaw closed or the fact that he was alone here now and might never see-

Hey, pay attention, they were saying something, holding up a thin metal wire, bringing it towards his mouth, wrapping it around the nails, pulling tight, tight, so tight that his teeth were pressed together uncomfortably hard, and then there was some device he didn’t recognize, sort of like a gun, pressed against the wire, against his teeth, and it was hot, burning, scorching, he couldn’t breathe in and out fast enough, eyes squeezed shut as tears leaked out, fists clenched, stomach twisting, he was stuck, trapped here in this awful, agonizing moment, fire piercing his every nerve, and maybe the hands left his face, or maybe they just weren’t gripping him as tightly, and the fire might be calming down, quieting, growing more dull, more tolerable, his breathing slowing…

Castys pried open his eyes and glared up at the people surrounding him, who all looked way too fucking pleased with themselves. One of them patted his cheek. “Well, Black, how’s it feel? Got anything to say?” Castys tried to open his mouth, but even attempting to move his jaw shot infinitely more awful pain needles into his entire face, so he just ended up wincing as they all laughed at him.

“Now you’ll be all quiet and well-behaved like your late buddy Red, won’t you?” another one jeered.

“Best of both worlds, even if he’s not as pretty.”

“Hey, he’s a lot prettier with his stupid annoying mouth shut!”

Castys wanted nothing more in the world than to bite all of these fuckers like a rabid bat but instead he got to lie there and be quiet as they made all their dumb comments and pulled on his stupid long hair and poked at his face, which definitely did not hurt like hell. Eventually they got bored, thank fuck, and Castys didn’t resist much as they dragged him back to the cell and shoved him inside, hard enough that he fell to his knees. Sighing, he forced himself to his feet and walked a few steps, plopping down on the edge of the bed. He was glad that shit was over, but now he was…

Reluctantly, Castys reached up to tug at the wire tying the nails together. He knew it wasn’t gonna come off, but he still had to try. Yup, stuck, all melted together by a dot of metal that was still pretty warm to the touch and tangled around the nails stuck in his fucking skull. Maybe he could-ouch no no nope, not gonna be able to pull those out. At least, not without some pliers or something, if he would even be able to do it to himself. Giving up for now, he sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, curling up against the wall on the corner of their…his bed.

The sounds of the jungle outside were the same as ever, but the cell was so…quiet. It had been ever since…and now he couldn’t even talk to himself or sing badly or say weird things to the guards outside he just had to be…silent. He supposed he could bang on the walls or something, but he wasn’t really in the mood. All he really felt like doing right now was being quiet, just like his fucking captors wanted, so hooray for them, they fucking won, whatever, but it wasn’t because of the nails, he just…

There was only one person he wanted to fill this silence, and he wasn’t here anymore. Might never come back.

So, for now, and maybe forever, it was quiet.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch @suspicious-whumping-egg @pumpkin-spice-whump @painsandconfusion @i-can-even-burn-salad @befuddled-calico-whump @whumpinggrounds @whump-queen

#i wrote something #castys #silence day #silence day 2022 #mouth whump #jaw wired shut #tongue whump #there is a 247 word sentence and i am sorry #misuse of a soldering gun #if you dont know what that is it's like a hot glue gun but full of molten metal it's used in circuits and shit #this isnt how they wire people's jaws shut for like live people but #on dead people they sometimes use this thing called a needle injector to stick needles into the upper and lower jaws #and tie them together with a wire!#and i thought that would be fun to do to castys and yup it was :)#they call castys ''black'' because of his eyes #they're technically brown but it's a dark enough brown #and his buddy has blue eyes so they were black and blue in the beginning <3 #but then blue's nickname got changed to red for fun malicious reasons 🤧#anyway yes they made castys grow his hair out and he *hates* it #it annoys him so much he wants to cut it all off #long-haired castys is very cursed though 😔#so i dont inflict it on him too often cuz short hair just suits him a lot better #but if anyone wants to see a picrew of it lmk i have a couple lying around

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flatstarcarcosa · 7 months

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my lack of note taking in any way that matters is biting me in the ass bc i gotta either scour my posts and see if i actually posted about it, and if not, i gotta do research again on how long au ozai is fucked up post-beating bc. i forgor.

#txt.txt #reezai au: third street firebenders #all i remember for sure is that he has to technically get his jaw wired shut twice #bc he ends up with a post surgery complication infection and they end up having to redo dental work #'it's just post nasal drip' [incorrect buzzer noise] it's almost sepsis is what it is!

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Gil is always the patient sweet teddybear we all love dearly!

What if he loses his patient towards someone who won’t stop flirting to Thena? Who won’t listen to Gil’s 2 warnings? Him being so bold to even touch her and press her to his body? This would be the final straw where Gil finally loses his patient and just gives him a clean hard punch! (You can do a little fight or you can make him unconscious after the first punch. However you like!)

You choose the AU! I’m looking forward to read it :)

Thanks for your work!

Gil had told him--he had told Eros multiple times at this point that he needed to back up when talking to Thena.

Not that the little whelp seemed to really excel in listening to people and behaving respectfully. And he already had a history of not listening to Thena when she was trying to be clear that he was in her space.

But this was different.

Gil was on the outskirts of the after-party, as were plenty of other personal security guards. They could enter and mingle if they liked, but most of them weren't willing to risk lowering their awareness of the environment. Gil in particular was keeping a very close eye on Eros and how close he was getting to being in Thena's space.

These sort of after-events were just as crucial to mingling in the business as the awards themselves. It was at Kingo's insistence that she was here at all, all things considered. Although it did put her in the position of not being able to refuse any unwanted conversations.

"Do you've any idea?" Eros squeezed his eyes shut as he slurred out his words, "how good we'd be t'gether?"

Thena - who hadn't drank a drop and was really feeling the gap between her sobriety and Eros' intoxication - squirmed. "I suppose I don't."

"Thena, Thena, Thena," the young pop star shook his head, his perfectly coiffed hair swaying and bouncing after the long night it had endured. "We were made for each other, I just know it!"

Thena turned her head away from him as the stench of his breath puffed into her face.

"Aw, don't be shy, dearheart," Eros purred, leaning closer and wrapping his hands around her lithe little arms.

"Believe me, that's not what is happening," Thena grumbled, trying to pull away from him without making a big deal of it. She pulled, but it only ended up pulling Eros with her. "Let go."

She could have screamed the words or she could have whispered them, but Gil heard them loud and clear, turning around with a look of fury on his face.

"C'mon," Eros attempted to sway her again, leaning his head closer to hers as she squirmed in his grips. He moved closer, his knee now pressing into the inside of her thigh. "I'm called the God of Love for a reason, you minx."

"Get off me!" Thena hissed at him, fingers pressing into his skin as he tried to lean in for a kiss.

It was all Gil needed to hear. He had been on his way over to them already, and hearing it even more loud and clear from Thena made him break into a jog. "Hey!"

Eros barely turned around before the crack of Gil's fist meeting his cheek caused half the room to turn and look at them. Eros stumbled before falling flat on his back. He looked just as drunk as he did before, although he was remarkably more sober after a hit like that.

"Oh my god, someone call an ambulance!"

That seemed like a bit of an overreaction, Thena rolled her eyes. She looked up at Gil, who was already leaning over her closely, making sure she was okay. She leaned into him and the safety he offered her just by existing.

"Sorry," he whispered to her as he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. He held her hand in his as he moved them out of the way of people rushing to Eros' side. He was of a certain fame of his own, being Thena's bodyguard. She was rarely seen without him, after all. But at an event like this, he could offer Thena the distinct protection of anonymity. "Let's get you outta here."

Thena just nodded, happily huddling close to Gil as he led her out of the eye of the storm. "I don't think anyone's ever seen him like that before."

"He's lucky I didn't break his jaw," Gil growled out, and really he only resisted it because he really couldn't afford to be sued for it by Eros or his agency.

Kingo appeared beside them, although he didn't stop them in their rush to get Thena outside and - hopefully - in a car and on the way home. "You wanna tell me what that was before I start getting DMs asking if Thena beat the shit out of Eros?"

"He was harassing her, Kingo."

The usually chattery manager/stylist went deadly serious. He looked at Thena, who was opting for silence, holding onto Gil's arm. "Thena?"

She sighed, as if every word she had to speak was a chore. "Kid was drunk, tried to kiss me--even grabbed onto me."

"We'll find footage of it, or we'll come out with a statement," Gil mumbled for Kingo's sake, although his focus was getting Thena away from people so she could try and relax. "But that little bastard does not get to play the victim about this."

"I'll get on it," Kingo answered readily, already with a phone in each hand. "You take her home."

Gil was way, way ahead of him on that one. He led Thena straight to the car, which he always had waiting in case she wanted to leave at any given moment. It wasn't very standard practice, but Gil always told their rental services that he always wanted to be ready.

"At least this gets me out of that party," Thena sighed as soon as Gil closed her door for her and was in the backseat with her. She ran a hand through her hair, "even if I do need a shower after that."

Gil moved over on the seat, letting her know he was there for her in not so many words.

Thena already knew, moving over eagerly and setting her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for coming to my rescue--again."

"It's my job," he settled on saying, although it was so much more than just a contract he signed. He rolled up the divider between the backseat and the driver escorting them, offering Thena true and genuine privacy. He turned his head against her hair, "you okay?"

"Hm," she sighed heavily, letting go of herself against his shoulder. "I was getting ready to claw his eyes out, but I should have known you were already on your way to save me."

"Every time, Thena," Gil promised, letting her lean all her weight on him as they drove him. She would probably be asleep by the time they got to her building, but the staff knew who he was by now.

And he still had a key to her place.

#Thenamesh Bodyguard AU #Gil means fucking business #when he says not to get in Thena's face #because Thena is what?#talented and antisocial and anxious #all of the above #I don't think private security would really be needed at something like that #like they would be like we're all industry people here it's fine #and Thena is like no #I don't go anywhere without Gil #he's my emotional support malewife #and Kingo is like fine you can take Gil #please be good for the love of god please be good #Eros knows he's lucky his jaw isn't shattered #although his cheek has definitely seen better days #but he should be grateful his mouth didn't have to be wired shut #Kingo is out for blood #also the people in Thena's building are so used to him by now #they're just like *tip of the hat* evenin' Gil what did you and the missus get up to tonight?#Gil carrying a sleeping Thena in his arms: I don't wanna talk about it

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