the wind at his back

UGH. whumpee high on meds, begging to sleep because they feel soo tired and strange. But they don’t understand that’s what’s supposed to happen. So they fight it and fight it until Caretaker sits on the edge of the bed and strokes their forehead oh so gently, softly telling Whumpee they can sleep, that it’s safe here and they’ll stay. You’re meant to sleep.

While we’re on the subject, let’s please also remember that historically disenfranchised communities who had to worry about frequently being run out of town often bought expensive jewelry with their limited funds not because they were greedy or tacky or classless, but rather because you can’t sew a real estate investment into the lining of your coat, and the powers that be can’t freeze a diamond necklace the way that they can freeze a bank account.

Mitch McConnell will die two weeks from today (8/31/23)

there is no need to charge or cast i just be Knowing

everytime i see this it makes me want to buy from them exclusively

having many trinkets and books is so cool and fun until you realize you have to dust them

of course, the best part of any character's corruption arc is their cool new outfit

genuinely i don’t think it’s possible to easily explain the explicit part of online friendships to people who don’t Understand. i don’t mean like, explicit in the sense of “oh you’re sexting” or whatever. no. i mean when you and your friend start gleefully making up explicit sexual scenarios for your shared blorbos and you get giddier and giddier as you add more detail and you’ll be grinning at your screen as you type away at mach speeds. and it’s entirely nonsexual in an interpersonal sense, you’re not really getting Into it, but ohhhhh it’s soooooo fun and satisfying. and you can NEVER tell someone who doesn’t also do this that your mood is actively improved like fivefold because you and your friend played Sexual Tuoys together because they’ll go “what the FUCK.”

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

Whumpee who finally can let go. They’ve been in so much pain; physical and emotional, and Caretaker finally allows them to let go. They’re sick with stress, fever leaving them bedridden for now, lowering inhibitions. When Caretaker treads carefully into the room, they see Whumpee glance up at them, shuffling to sit up and look a little more presentable. But Caretaker gently shakes their head, pushing them down with a softly spoken reassurance. And that does it. The simple act of someone taking Whumpee as who they are, of loving them as who they are, breaks them. They bury their face in the pillows and sob, their whole body shivering and trembling with emotion and exhaustion. Caretaker just gently traces patterns on their arm, letting them know they’re here, they’re safe now. It’s okay and it will continue to be okay.