#SUFFERRRRRRRRRR

[fluffypotatey]

i wanna put Jayce in a time loop so bad

[dteamain]

i'm actually so sick today lmao but now i can't call out of work like originally planned bc of this new position that i already have six meetings today for 😭 maybe they will feel bad when they see my pathetic sick face on the teams call

[newbornwhumperfly]

no one will feed you anymore...

oh, y’all know what time it is by now, don’t you? 😈🥺😈 i stretched the definition of this delightful prompt - @whumpmasinjuly day 12: caught - and it really stirred my creativity! so it's time for morja to sufferrrrrrrrrr...😭😭😭

(sidenote: this training scenario was heavily insp. by this incredible art by @elgrajaz cause it gives such whumperflies 😍)

title insp. by this concept art quote by jenny holzer - "if you're considered useless, no on will feed you anymore."

~

Your job today is to run. 

Until, anotèros?

There’s a blister on his ankle already. The friction of the shoe against skin, the rub-rub-rub, burn, burn, heat, sore, heat, foot falling flat against the ground, push off, spring forward, burn. 

Until you catch up.

Morja blinks wet into his eyes and it stings, blurs, his feet pound their rhythm still. Can’t wipe it away. Keep going. He knows where he’s going and he doesn’t need to see. Just run. 

Chase the buggy. The small white cart and the whine of the wheels as it speeds ahead, the anotèros driving, the anotèros with the stopwatch in his hand, the black glasses, don’t watch his face, just run.  

He has caught the buggy before. Dog with rabbit in his teeth. Grab the bar, swing himself into the backseat, stopwatch clicking stop. 

But it is so hot.

What is this track made of, anotèros? 

His trainer’s eyes had squinted, slitted sideways down at Morja, and the skin of his palms itched. 

The burn is all over. Heat. Heat in the legs, the thighs, the feet, the pulse of fire through each foot. 

Raw, sharp, prick of fire, as the blister peels. Heat. Blood. Blood in the sock. Bad. Wash later. Run. 

Keep going. 

Keep going.

The heat is inescapable. It’s the worst part, really, of anything. He’s lived in heat. Used to heat. Born in it, raised in it, put in it day after day and still, it is the most inescapable. 

Polyurethane, mostly. Does that answer your question, diathèsimòs?

Morja’s palms itched harder and he squeezed them into balls behind his back.  

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. 

Good. Now get out there and run. 

Fire jars through his chest with each breath, breath dragging sharp across his lungs, filling up with knives, throat a razor trap, chest a dozen blade tips. Breathing out is an ache but better, better than swallowing the fire of air. 

Back straight. Drag air through the nose. Thick, rubber-scented, hot. It’s so hot in the building, foggy, every window had fog on it when he walked in today. 

Polly-your-a-thane. Rubber. That’s the smell. Mixed with latex. The stuff that sticks to skin. Poured over asphalt. Bouncy over solid. 

Knowing why your shoes stick to the track in the rain, in the heat, in the cold, doesn’t make you faster. It doesn’t help. 

Morja sees sweat gleam on his trainer’s head, wrist swiping it away, the stopwatch gleaming bright, pinpoint-sharp, and the lights are bright. Big bulbs in the ceiling that hum against his skin they’re so blue-bright-sharp. 

Keep up. 

His sides pulse. The pulse has started now and the stabbing will only get stronger. Stitch. A needle pulling air through his body on a barbed thread. Poke. Drag. Poke. Drag. 

They haven’t told you to stop.

Morja always has to remind himself his throat isn’t bleeding. It feels like it is. It isn’t. Not like his feet. Those are bleeding. 

He can��t even hear the clink of his cuffs, thick leather slick and sticking to his flesh in an itching snick-snick-snick at every jostle. The piston of his elbows at his sides is short and doesn’t yank the chains trailing behind the buggy. 

The slow whir of wheels-on-rubber is just a buzz now. Everything is a buzz, ears full of static, only the thudthudthud of blood rushing, water, past his ears, like his head is under the water, don’t think just run. 

He won’t catch up to the buggy if he doesn’t run.

(It will outrun him anyway. That’s the point. It has to. Of course it will. It’s a buggy and Morja is on foot. There is no point.)

No. He can catch the buggy. He was told to and he can. 

Keep the pace. This track doesn’t end. Run. 

Inescapable.

Run.

He is a diathèsimòs and he must keep running. 

The thud of his shoes against the track, the springing-then-solid, the reaching out with one hand, no, not close enough to reach and sweat blinds him again. Fuck. 

He should have caught them already. 

He must catch them. 

Every step burns. Every breath burns. The lights burn. The track is a circle and he rounds a corner into a corner into a corner in pursuit. 

The length of chain yanks, every step jolts his ribs against the inside of his skin, like every step jolts cuff against wrist, the chain growing tauter, the breaths shorter, harsher, dragging, razorwire, like the lungs being whipped. 

The shredded grunt of each breath can’t be coming from him, he doesn’t think, but it must be. It’s so loud in his ears, like his heartbeat, as knife of breathing stabs, stabs, stabs. 

The buggy is getting further away, inch by inch, and there is no way his lungs can bleed, like a horse. He is a diathèsimòs and his lungs don’t bleed. 

Breathing and seeing are fire. 

Hot rubber and hot copper and the itch of sweat is all he can think about. The sting of it in his open blisters. The crawl of it down the waistband of the pants, into the neck of the shirt, in his dry mouth like spit, in his dry eyes like tears. 

The track is designed to help you not slip. That’s how running tracks are made. That’s why the rubber smells so strong. 

But a stab, too-sharp, too-blinding, doubles him. He jerks against the cuffs and it’s done. The buggy keeps going and Morja doesn’t and his shoes fly out from under him and he hits the track. 

Rubber. Asphalt. Body. 

All the ragged breath is slammed from his lungs as his chest hits the ground, chin tucked against the fall, and the track burns across every inch, shoulders sharp and shocking at the jarring pull, pull, pull, dragged behind the buggy-

“Stop! Time.”

The burning stops and Morja lays there, heaving, light pulsing with every sharp heartbeat behind his eyelids, and he’s curled up on the ground, arms stretching out with their chains behind the buggy. 

Get up. 

He can’t.

Then kneel. 

Rolling, belly first, then dragging one leg, burning, stabbing, shaking, up beneath him. Another. He does kneel up and his lids, bleary, blink open as the shape of his anotèros floats from the buggy. The squeak of leather as the shape bends to crouch in front of him, a rolling smell as sharp and bright and cold as the overhead bulbs swallows him up, clean scent and sharp corners, holding up a gleaming pinpoint in Morja’s face. 

The stopwatch. 

The only cold Morja’s felt today stabs into the hollow of his stomach as numbers, bright electric lines, become clear. 

Slow. 

Fuck. 

I was slow.

“Gonna have to work on your speed, diathèsimòs. Guess you didn’t manage to catch up. You know the drill - don’t stop running until we’re caught.” 

Morja tastes blood in his mouth. Not from his lungs. Of course not. He takes his teeth out of his cheek and the smell of rubber fills his nose as he bows his head to the ground. 

Polyurethane, soft against his skin. 

“…Yes, anotèros.”

~ oooh, a little glimpse into morja's training regimen, which is very fair and achievable!! 🥺🥺🥺

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[neko-naruto]

sasuke and sousuke

so for sousuke theres not like, a whole lot to go off rn, but he is my specialist boy, who i love very much and who i will hurt very badly. need to put him in crossovers and make him sufferrrrrrrrrr, the suffering sufferer. also fluff he can have fluff too ig.

for sasuke, well, first of all thats a bingo across, and maybe im just allergic to amanormativity and monogamy culture but vast majority of monogamous ships with sasuke kinda suck, but hey theyre whats fresh and hot and being made so its a situation where you gotta take what you can get so sure i'll bite the bullet and read that s/n/s and the sasu/saku because its what i can get my mitts on. and OH BOY i need to study him so fucking bad but im an idiot whose not very good at writing analysis, so, you know how it is. also: pretty.

[silviakundera]

Watching ML get repeatedly dissed & ditched in the latest episodes The Last Immortal and it's not enough gimme moooorreeee 👏👏👏

MDL crowd has predictably come around on Jin but not me SUFFERRRRRRRRRR 😈😈

no but fr Yin/Fengyin deserves her grudge. This isn't just a misunderstanding! oh poor True God, what was he to do??? 🤔 hmm idk how about NOT hide things from Yin, cause you think her emotional torment is an ok price to pay if it's "for the best"? How about NOT just cave to the crowd? if everyone starts a moral panic & begins to lynch someone then you can...not join in...? and if you are a person with power, you can use that position and privilege to refuse to co-sign punishing or convicting anyone until a full investigation is done properly, when emotions aren't running high. so that real justice is served.

yes blah blah he is young and weak and so made mistakes. Ok sure. I'm not saying to try him for murder! But as those lapses in judgment and backbone lead to FL being gaslighted about him ever caring about her (being repeatedly told she is a lesser being!), then her horrifying torture, extreme emotional trauma that made her no longer care to live.... like, I think she has a justified reason to be a hater. Is the flop king in Nirvana in Fire just misunderstood because he was pressured by the court when jumping to conclusions & allowing The Good Prince and Mei Changsu's family and army to get scapegoated? Is the cowardly Wu emperor in AJTL just misunderstood? It's like shitty leader 101 in palace dramas - allowing yourself to be impulsive & reactionary and steered by how loud the officials are and what they think they're owed, instead of standing your ground & taking time to find the best answer to a dilemma.

Extenuating circumstances, He Tried™. Dude, I know I know I know. He's not evil. Maybe the answer is he realizes he's really crap at being a leader and not cut out for it, so he leaves that to Fengyin and other more qualified parties. I'm just saying - at several places in the Yin storyline, Jin did have multiple options and he made choices that hurt Yin terribly. Including that nonsense with the affection bond, which he didn't have to resolve via borderline emotional abuse. And after her death, he still didn't take any action against Peacock and HongCho who are living just fine & happy for a 1,000 years. He knew very well how little power and privilege she had in that environment, how vulnerable she was to be victimized and he knew some parties had an agenda/bias against her. And he let her down.

So on a personal level, I don't see it as being unfair for her to judge him and avoid his presence. She can decide to forgive him, that's fine. But she's not obligated to and there is no escape clause imo where he suddenly is discovered to blameless all along. He wasn't. She can simply decide to forgive him anyway. (We all know she will.)(And I even want her to! I want my happy ending. Just not by completely absolving Jin, so Fengyin is the unfair party and Jin is the victim.)

[grox]

SUFFERRRRRRRRRR

[kerakeriza]

✨- oh NOOOO (lighthearted) I'm shipping Alfred and ra's now bc of that one ask

That means I need to find fics. There's probably no fics and I'm going to sufferrrrrrrrrr

GOOD LUCK.........

ra's and alfred is so so fun though. i knew it ever since i read bride of the demon...

[lee1504]

DO ITTTTTT

SUFFERRRRRRRRRR (respectfully)

Chat, should I watch Alien Stage...?

[zandriina]

My dad made hamburgers the night before and put so many spices and I also had a half melted sundae from McDonald's and now my GI system is suffering. 😭 I wish my dad wasn't so damn extra with his spices in every dish. >_>

[badbeeffarts]

Person: *tells me problem*

Me: *offers solution*

Person: *rejects it*

Me: *offers alternative solution*

Person: *rejects it*

Me: Then fucking suffer.

[izunara]

being bi is literally soo hard because like. girls. but on the other hand guys BUT. on the other hand.

[astraystayrec]

everyday i come on this app to SUFFERRRRRRRRRR

and u are so right!!! i feel like hyunjin is someone who touches your soul just by existing and once you love him you can't ever forget about him, so to actually experience being loved by him? yeah no way you can ever move on from a love that pure and nurturing and RAW like just love in its purest essence,, also i love the memories metaphor 🥺 so well thought and beautifully written

I feel like the one thing with falling in love with Minho or Hyunjin is that, they are impossible to forget. It's like falling in love with a memory. They are like the people who would take you to the tops of hills and middle of meadows, and kiss you so well, that you cannot kiss any other person, without tasting their blood in your mouth. Memories can be damaged and forgotten but with people like them? They can never be forgotten.

Minho and Hyunjin are both artists, each succeeding in their own art. While Minho hypnotizes people with the movement of his body, Hyunjin does with movement of his brush, each stroke creating a new memory in the eyes of the viewer. People like Minho can take your figure and imprint it in their memory forever, making sure you do the same. People like Hyunjin, remember your details in physical art like paints and colours, making sure you remember how every single stroke mattered. That's why its both dangerous and beautiful to fall in love with people like Minho and Hyunjin. If you break their heart, they will leave colours in your heart that you can never replace, and memories in your mind that you cannot erase. And if they fall more and more in love with you, consider yourself the luckiest person in the world.

This is why I think both of them are popular subjects for the trope of strangers into lovers and exes into lovers. Because, again, memories of them can never be forgotten.

I'm not really the Hyunjin expert (I'm Minho's wife all the way) so @astraystayyh am I right about Hyunjin?

[malliya]

auuughhh ohhhhhhh to be a terrible recluse forced to leave the house for medicine and milk ahhhhhhhhhh alas i sufferrrrrrrrrr

[of-elitiism]

send me ✧ and i’ll draw your muse [accepting]

@thewanderingchika​ asked: I mean… like lol ✧

take this and sufferrrrrrrrrr

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Noo dont let The Piss rabbit Cry >=(

AHAHHAHAA WILLY GO SUFFERRRRRRRRRR

[the-geek-librarian]

DO IT DO IT DO IT

Ofc I wanna join any time spent kicking Spinel is a good time, make him sufferrrrrrrrrr

Whats your least fav Eevee evolution?

I like them all. It can not be Sylveon, Glaceon or Jolteon since they are my favourite to use. Umbreon is pretty cool, but I do not like using it. Espeon has a neat design. Vaporeon... I hate you 4Chan. Leafeon has a sick design so by proxy it is Flareon.

Sorry fire puppy.