Anxious and Tired ™️

Like. The way the fingers naturally fold over the palm as if protecting itself. Maybe an unconscious whumpee making a weak little fist like a baby, signalling ongoing pain or defiance (bonus points if that fist holds on to caretaker’s finger). The way a hand might lie palm-up on the pillow next to the whumpee, inviting a caretaker to unfurl that defensiveness and interlace their own fingers with whumpee’s. The surrounding injuries—raw wrists, bruised knuckles, broken fingernails etc—that make that hand seem so small and vulnerable in spite of the facade.

Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3

Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.

Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.

How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?

His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-

Oh God.

To clarify - there is nothing different between these two situations except that today we should know better. If you ignore this while preaching about the events in 1945 then you are a hypocrite. And don’t ever speak to me.

Don’t kill yourself today

Because your Netflix trial still has a week left

Don’t kill yourself today

Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge

Don’t kill yourself today

Because I know for a fact that Starbucks is releasing a new Frappuccino sometime next month

Yes, your mother will miss you

Yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about how what a a wonderful person you were

And yes

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem

You know that

You’ve known that

Everyone and anyone has been shoving that down your throat since they first learned what the word suicide meant

So don’t kill yourself

Until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time

Don’t kill yourself

Until Doctor Who is finally cancelled

Don’t kill yourself

Until you tell someone your best pasta recipe 

Don’t kill yourself 

Because I will keep coming up with reasons for you not to

And I need you

To hear all of them

Don’t kill yourself

I love you

You’re important

It’s a bad day

Not a bad life

There is more to this

The world will keep spinning on its axis without you

But

Think of all the sunrises you’d miss

I know this sounds pointless

But when you’re sitting in front of everything deadly you own

Revising your goodbyes

There will be too much darkness 

To see anything else

But this is not about seeing anything else

This is about turning off the lights

This is about finding the bed instead of the noose

This is about giving yourself one more day

Even if it takes ten thousand of those

One more morning’s

Until

“I can’t wait for tomorrow”

This is about staying alive

Because there’s gonna be a new Marvel movie

No one should miss that

This is about staying alive

Because the future is coming 

And it’s ready for you

I don’ t need you to see it

I just need you to believe you can make it 

Until then

Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3

Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.

Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.

How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?

His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-

Oh God.

Telepathic whumpee gets shoved off a building/cliff and they're falling before they frantically use their ability to get things to hit and roll off of to slow their fall.

By the bottom of the building/cliff, the whumpee just weakly tumbles off of the last "slower", covered in bruises, and aches, and pains, and absolutely exhausted from using their power that much, but at least they're alive.

YESSSSSS because of course I am POSITIVE that Villain is only soft-hearted for Hero, and it’s bc they’re the only person who’s ever fully trusted them like this before… and Villain holds trust and loyalty very highly (I sense a background of betrayal?).

And so when Villain wakes up to find the other gone, they panic until they see a note, and they don’t notice they’re blushing as they read.

Chapter 91 Summary: No one told Peter and Cordelia about Rowan’s aversion to alcohol. (Tags: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol, PTSD whumpee

“Hey, Rowan!” The boy looked up to meet Peter’s eyes, the remnants of his smile still on his lips. “It’s getting cold, come inside.” Rowan looked down to Olivia’s grinning muzzle and hesitated.

Tw: Blood, character death, kidnapped, gore. If there’s anymore I should add, please tell me. <3

Otto’s eyes fluttered open, immediately going wide with the feeling of his hands restrained behind his back. The cold metal seeped into his bones. Only challenged with the fear causing his stomach to sink as he realized the seemingly impossible situation he was in. It was a nearly empty room, concrete made up the walls and floor, making it grey and as dull as the forth day of plain rain that comes during every Spring.

Otto always liked that period. He’d sit at his window and record the rain patterns. The water cycle was simple enough to relieve stress, but complicated enough to stimulate the mind. Though, this had his mind running.

How’d he get there? Why was he there? Who are these people?

His gaze flickered from each faceless person. Two beside him, and-

Oh God.