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rei-the-head-shaker · 7 months
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Good night to you all, amazing souls! 🖤🌙
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wanderlustvenus · 2 years
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fairydustfromhell · 3 months
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do you ever think obsessively about how in the original, pre-editing version of succession season four, roman freaks out at the sight of gerri in 4.10 not just because he fired her and let her down but because he fired her and let her down and then she still comforted him in front of the whole world in the lowest moment of his life and he couldn't bear it and now he's seeing her again after she did that, or are you normal
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friendlylocalwhumper · 3 months
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Hey there whump-fellow! I was wondering if you might help me out a bit. I'm writing an original superhero story for Camp NaNo this year and I want the main character's superpower to come with whumpy side-effects, but I am having a hard time coming up with anything even slightly original in that regard. Do you have any suggestions or examples I might play off of? Also, I am going to ask around to a few whump blogs to cast a wider net! Any suggestions as to whom I should ask?
Telekinesis/mind reading with a side effect of migraines. Agony, sensitivity to light/noise. Days-long pain after just using their powers once, which causes the pavlovian response of an awful headache starting up just at the thought of using their powers.
Fire powers that leave burns, thick scars that hurt less and less the more the powers are used but the nerves die more and more, meaning that the whumpee loses feeling in their fingers, then hands, then arms. They will miss out on feeling gentle breezes, soft blankets, holding hands with a friend.
Ice powers that cause frostbite. They can put out a fire, stop an enemy instantly, catch someone who is falling before they die… but the pain afterward is intense, and they always have to weigh the benefits of saving lives versus potentially losing a part of their own body. Or their powers give frostbite to anyone that the ice touches!
Invincibility that lasts for as long as it’s being used, but after the battle is over, in safety, all the damage hits at once. Bruises bloom in purples and blues, cuts spring forth and leave the whumpee scrambling to apply pressure and soak up too much blood before they pass out.
Invisibility/phasing that is strategically useful because the whumpee can sneak or pass through obstacles, but it makes their body have too loose a grasp on reality and their loved ones lose memories of them. They may be able to sneak into a dangerous place and get out unharmed, but their mother or partner will now struggle to recall their name.
A superpower that was desperately wished for in an hour of need, but now every time that it’s used, something precious has to be sacrificed. For the power to be used, an hierloom has to be chosen to disappear from existence, or a limb has to be chosen to never work without pain again, or a comforting memory has to be forgotten. Eventually this would leave the whumpee tougher, less sensitive to loss, but they would also have so much less comfort to come home to. This power would work great as a “gift” from a deity, fae, supernatural creature, or a naively summoned ghost.
Villain-turned-hero who used to use their powers for evil, but now that they are fighting for good, their powers keep trying to turn on them. They used to melt guards’ weapons and locks off vaults, but now that they try to melt doors shut to keep out storms or villains, the molten metal sputters and hits their skin. Or they used to make their nemesis’ armor, tools, or on their most evil day, that nemesis’ most cherished friend disappear; but now after a long hard day of protecting people, when they come home, they find that their partner is missing. They find that their car keys are gone, their fridge, their shoes. Sometimes it is a small thing they won’t even miss, and sometimes it is something so devastating to lose that they fall to their knees and sob.
The superpower of being able to compel that the truth be given after they ask a question. Very useful for a detective, a hero in a corrupt society littered with propaganda, a spy trying to work their way up in an evil organization. But if they ask a question that someone doesn’t know the answer to, it can drive that person mad. If they ask a question someone would rather die than answer, they will give the truth but then be emotionally broken from admitting that aloud. If that person would rather kill than answer…
Any power which has no direct side effects immediately after use, but which is forbidden or horrifying for some reason. Maybe it is the power to bring the dead back to life for just long enough to answer questions, which is morally complicated. Maybe it’s the power to cause intense agony without leaving physical marks. Maybe it’s the ability to travel through time, which causes alternate universes to sprout up and can cause mass deaths, confusion, or chaos in the future. Whatever the power is, it has to be used for some reason, and hiding its use and its consequences leaves the hero afraid, unable to trust anyone, and devastatingly ashamed. This could lead to angsty confessions, betrayal, abandonment, a public execution, banishment, etc.
A very subtle, pleasant power that is embarassingly weak in a time when more power is needed. the ability to numb pain, which feels useless during war when people are bleeding out and losing friends. the ability to see the future in a time when everyone knows what the horrifying outcome will be and no one can stop it. the ability to stop time, but not to move or change what is happening, which just leaves the hero stuck to think, to rely on their own mind to try to solve a terrible problem while seeing everyone frozen in a moment of pain or fear.
I’m not sure about other whump blogs you could ask, but anyone who sees this post is totally welcome to add ideas! The side effects of the superpower don’t have to be direct or ironic, so any random idea could be perfect for the story! No idea is bad!
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unopenablebox · 27 days
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only two things are beasts. animals and my girlfriend
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janeaustenlover · 4 months
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hello! i don't wanna be rude because i love everything you said about thg and tbosas already but i wonder... what do you dislike about movie snowbaird so much?? i feel like tom and rachel had perfect chemistry and tried hard to give love story justice
you're not being rude, don't you worry <3
the only issue i've with movie!snowbaird is the opposite of what netflix did to 'lady chatterley’s lover' adaptation? i mean, they reduced this tale of class conflict to a simple love story, whereas lionsgate has decreased the romantic aspect of the coriolanus x lucy gray dynamic as much as possible.
the themes the both novels address are so rich?? LCL and TBOSAS examine the sources of class enmity and imagine how it might be overcome through tenderness, passion and intimacy. however, those film versions strip out either the social context and class detail of the book, leaving simply a love story with a happy ending, or the worst flattening of the novel happens in the film’s depiction of the romance/romantic elements. and choosing one side over showing the coexistence of those characteristics in an interpersonal relationship takes away most of the psychological complexity of the characters (to me)!
please, don't get me wrong: there are things to enjoy! the music is magically atmospheric, it hints at emotional depths and nuances that the script skates over. the scene in which they're holding hands in the dark of the arena has a joyous sensual quality and i'm beyond grateful for an opportunity to see such a tiny but meaningful book moment on screen.
but overall the love story feels so dull… that those who have read the novel will be disappointed (one way or another) and those who haven’t will wonder what all the fuss was about.
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earthandsunandmoon · 2 months
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best day ever when the library has a great lakes documentary narrated by gord downie that I'd never even heard of :D
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azumasoroshi · 1 year
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oh of course izaya is an oscar wilde fan. he would definitely use this as his bio for his private discord/twitter account
pulls out the importance of being earnest and the picture of dorian gray. time to analyze these from the psychological/literary perspective of izaya lets go baby (he has his own category)
edit check tags and rbs for some actual analysis stuff lmAOo
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pancakehouse · 1 year
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hello bab!! absolutely obsessed with this prompt game idea xx im giving you a choice between 12 and 19--take your pick xox
send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini fic inspired by it
hi omg HELLO ridi!! isn't it insane! prob the worst idea anyone's ever had im so excited about it!!!!!
ahhh god okay i went with:
19. i take off my hands and i give them to you. (oh also, vaguely nsfw? like not at all but also sorta, to be safe!)
“Did you know I’m left-handed?” 
The question startles Remus. At first, he’s sure he’s misheard, muffled as the words are, spoken into the small dip of skin where his collarbone meets the bony juncture of his shoulder. It was never a spot Remus thought was particularly notable or interesting, at least not until the day Sirius Black decided to attach his lips there, and make it so. 
Remus' breath hitches. “Hm?” he murmurs. His hand tightens in Sirius’ hair, fingers scraping scalp, and he tugs lightly until Sirius lifts his head. “What?” 
Night sky leaks through the curtains, and Sirius’ eyes are shining, lips parted and cherry red. There’s always something that sits heavy in Remus’ stomach on the nights they do this, like holding your breath underwater, or the slow tick of a broken clock. Something that’s over, inevitably, just as soon as they're brave enough to admit it. 
“I said-” And Sirius is grinning, because surely he’s only thinking of the bulge in Remus’ trousers, and how they can be as loud as they want now, here, in their flat, and is not - like Remus - thinking of all the ways he’d break himself apart, limb from limb from limb, if it might drag this thing out a little bit longer. “I said…” Sirius leans in, presses a kiss under Remus’ jaw, “-did you know-” another kiss to his throat, one to his chest, “that I-” cold fingers, skirting under his waistband, “...am left handed.” Sirius finishes with a poke and a loud, wet smack just above his belly-button. He snickers into it, warm breath tickling the hairs there. 
“Yes, Pads,” Remus huffs, stomach trembling, his voice horribly shaky. “Seeing as I shared a dorm with you for seven years, and classes for just as long…yes, Sirius, I had noticed sometime in there that you were left-handed.” 
There’s a moment, still and quiet. The sheets are warm, and balmy summer air drifts through the open window. A bird perches on the sill, claws scratching into chipped white paint and grass that’s sprung up between the cracks. They look at each other - him and Sirius, not him and bird - and the heavy feeling in Remus’ stomach feels sort of nice. Like a weighted blanket.
Eventually, Sirius nods. Slowly. “Well, good,” he says. His mouth quirks in the corner. “Good, because I’ve noticed things about you, too.” 
Remus’ hands find themselves back in Sirius’ hair.
Have you? he wants to ask. What kinds of things?
And then: because there are so many things i’ve noticed about you. i noticed that you went for a run in the rain yesterday and your legs were hurting after and your hair looks lovely when it’s damp. and last week at the park your hands smelled like orange slices and sometimes you smile when i walk into the room and also sometimes you don’t. 
…have you noticed how i always smile? when i see you. but maybe it’s not obvious. maybe you don’t think it’s obvious, just like you don’t think i know you write with your left hand and have a scar across the middle knuckle from Prongs and maybe you don’t realise i kiss it every time i have the chance and maybe you don't notice how the smell of oranges in summer always makes me sneeze. have you noticed that? what else is there to see?
“Alright,” he says instead. Because it’s their flat and it’s his bedroom and Sirius’ knees are around his hips, and maybe he doesn’t feel like being brave enough to acknowledge anything else right now. 
“Alright?” Sirius laughs. “You’ll allow it?” 
“Sure.” Remus cups his cheek, grins slowly, hesitantly, into their next kiss. Do you feel this? he wants to ask. My hands, these hands, these lips…they’re all yours. Do you have any use for them? “Yeah, alright, I’ll allow it.”
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probayern · 11 months
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trying to process that i got that ken ending and taylor sang clean at my show. in the same night. contact me in 1-3 business days
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cyanastrologist · 10 months
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I get billionaires aren't great people by any stretch of the imagination but I think it's tasteless to be celebrating like school children at the passing of human life during the Titan sub implosion
A 19-year old lost his life. I don't care what his background is
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stackslip · 1 year
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fucking love how togata found this old gay couple fleeing persecution and was like "these bitches gay! good for me" and made them his personal lackeys
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pokimoko · 2 years
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in memory of - Moon Knight Fic
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By pokimoko
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 23K
Fandom: Moon Knight (2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Marc Spector & Randall Spector, Steven Grant & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector, Jean-Paul DuChamp & Jake Lockley, Steven Grant & Randall Spector
Characters: Marc Spector, Randall Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Jean-Paul DuChamp
Tags: Guilt, Ghosts, Character Study, Canonical Character Death, Extended Metaphors, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Marc Spector Needs A Hug, Protective Jake Lockley, Introspection, Steven Grant is the Best, Self-Hatred, Grief/Mourning, Suicidal Thoughts, Brotherly Love, Randall Spector? More Like Randall Spectre! (sobs), Internalised ableism, Canon Jewish Character, Canon Autistic Character, Ableism, Brotherhood, Survivor Guilt
Summary: Marc is haunted by the ghost of his brother. Steven finds comfort in the company of an imaginary friend. And Jake? Well, he's just trying to do the best he can with the cards he's been dealt.
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birlwrites · 1 year
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to prove that sometimes i DO think about things other than regulus/evan/rosewater, i was looking in my warmups doc and discovered a snippet of a fic in which regulus had a will they/won't they thing going on with blaise zabini's mother
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midnightthvnder · 10 months
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TAG DUMP 5 ;;
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jackal, etykraks, and iiksiiks
JACKAL:
jackal tag ;; the hunt is not the thrill i’m after
jackal hc ;; dim the lights and lock the door and never set me free
jackal ic ;; i am your power and your pain
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ETYKRAKS:
etykraks tag ;; you know our love would be tragic
etykraks hc ;; my whole existence is flawed
etykraks ic ;; take me to bed and rip me apart
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IIKSIIKS:
iiksiiks tag ;; i’ll come crawling back for more
iiksiiks hc ;; i’ve already got you right where i want you
iiksiiks ic ;; make me believe there’s only us
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