Flaming Well

heyo! Someone asked for more prompts, and who am I to say no? Here's some whump!! This is a mix of whumper/caretaker/whumpee prompts.

1) "No, no, no! You can't close your eyes- open your eyes!"

2) "Just stay still, please. You're making it worse."

3) "I just need to tell you-" "No! Tell me later! Just, shut up right now and let me help you!"

4) "You look so pale."

5) "Is that blood? Oh God, you're bleeding."

6) "You make the prettiest faces when I hurt you."

7) "For someone so scared, you're awfully quiet. I want to hear you scream."

8) "Don't say that, you're going to be fine. Everything's fine."

9) "I can't hear anything..."

10) "Just breathe, okay? Focus on me, and breathe."

11) "When was the last time you actually slept?"

12) "This is going to hurt like a bitch, okay? Just hold on."

13) "You need to stay awake, you hear me? Stay awake. Keep talking to me, keep talking."

14) "If all it took was a blade to your throat to shut you up, I would have done it sooner."

15) "Are those bruises? When did you get hurt? What happened?"

16) "You could have died! And I had to watch it happen!"

17) "Don't forget me-" "No, no, none of that. You're not dying today."

18) "Just listen to my voice. Help is on the way, alright? Just focus on me."

19) "Oh lord you're burning up."

20) "That looks infected-" "I noticed."

21) "I don't think I'll ever forget your screams."

22) "I thought I lost you- I was so broken."

23) "You don't remember me...? You don't remember anything?"

24) "Squeeze my hand when it hurts-- oh fuck not that hard."

25) "You will scream for mercy, and I will not deliver."

26) "I love watching the light of hope fade from your eyes. They aren't coming, and you just realized that, huh?"

27) "Thank God you're still alive!"

28) "I-I can't breathe-"

29) "They're delirious from blood loss (or fever). They think I'm the one who hurt them."

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

My dad has 4 half siblings and two step siblings. They're all a decent bit younger than him. When I was a teenager, we went to a family reunion, and I realized something—my dad did not respect his siblings. He looked down on all of them. He saw them as fuck-ups and overgrown children. My dad had the American dream: well paying management job, suburban house, wife, and three kids. My aunt and uncles did not. Excluding my aunt, none of them were married or in serious relationships. They hadn't really settled into long term careers. Several of them were working the kind of jobs that get called "Unskilled labor." So he looked down on them because the youngest one was in his thirties (and several were much older), and yet none of them had "settled down" into what he saw as lifelong, permanent careers and relationships and lives. He was polite to their faces, sure, but I heard how he talked about them behind their backs, to my mother.

And then a few years ago, we visited his brothers again for Thanksgiving. And I realized something again--he respected them now. He saw them as equals. Why? Well. All of a sudden, every single one of them had serious, committed romantic partners. They didn't even need to still be with those partners—one of my uncle's fiance passed away from cancer before they could marry—just having had one showed that they matured into a real adult participating in society. In fact, at one point, my aunt was telling my mom about how one of my uncles was no longer living in an apartment she owned, but instead, after having a steady girlfriend for about a year, he moved in with her. And my mom literally said to my aunt, "wow. Look at that. He finally grew up."

One of the lines that frequently gets repeated about anti-aspec sentiment is "why would anyone hate asexuals/aromantics/etc? They aren't even doing anything." And that's exactly it. In the eyes of amatonormative culture, we aren't doing anything. Adults are supposed to do things. That's how you become a member of society.

Peter Pan edited by Anne Hiebert Alton (2011)

(sorry to interrupt joke post but) this is true!

Children not clapping did happen too, (and some were even expected to have hissed, which was later written into the 1928 playscript and 1911 novel). But my all time favourite anecdote about it is from Pauline Chase (who played Peter)'s intro to Peter Pan's Post Bag 1909:

Children love to clap their hands at the play because then they feel that they are really part of it, and you can see them holding their hands poised ready to seize an opportunity. Their great chance is when I ask them to clap their hands if they believe in fairies, and so save Tink's life. But they are very wrathful if any one claps who has the reputation of being a cynic, and once there was quite an uproar in the front row of the dress circle because of a girl who clapped. Those about her pulled down her arms angrily. "How dare you clap," they cried, "when you know you don't believe in fairies!" There was one dreadfully hard-hearted little boy who came to the theatre not to clap. That was his object for coming, and he came round "behind" to tell me so in the middle of the play. His teeth were firm set. "I won't clap," he said doggedly; "I'm not going to clap." And when the time came he didn't clap; above the clapping of all the others I could hear him shouting from a box, "Peter, I'm not clapping."

and another species called the splendid fairywren

...and one called the lovely fairywren

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

I love how it doesn't matter what expedition it is.

They all turn into excited kids when they meet penguins.

As in, do any of your memories take place during the 90s (yes, a single memory from 1999 counts).