#Truth and lies

[icy-watch]

[Woman vocalizing]

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1327

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

I’ve been thinking about a whumpee who in the eyes of everyone around them (or even society) is the bad guy. Like, their whumper paints them to be this villian in order to isolate them from society and keep them under their grasp. To add insult to injury, at the beginning the potential caretaker believes all the rumors and whumper’s narrative to the point that they contribute to whumpee’s isolation. They’re just so against whumpee, they’ll disagree with them, overthink whumpee’s intentions, etc. But they’re not that harsh with Whumpee compared to others so in whumpee’s eyes they’re the kindest person to ever exits, that maybe they’re worthy of an ounce of kindness.

And when Caretaker finally finds out the truth (either through them just slowly realizing the true relationship of whumpee and whumper or like an event that triggers whumpee) they have no idea how to care for whumpee knowing that they contributed to whumpee’s suffering and that they barely scratched the surface. So they just try their best instead of resulting to inaction.

But like here’s the catch, so far in whumpee’s eyes caretaker has been the kindest to them, so now whumpee worries about caretaker’s sudden change in actions. (Because they’re not use to comfort)

(Bonus points if their whumper was possesive and often result to physical action and soft words laced with malice. And that’s how caretaker normally comforts people, so they try the same with whumpee only for whumpee to slip into the thinking that they were wrong about caretaker and that they don’t deserve such decency.)

[eldestdaughterdeans]

a lot of significance is placed (rightfully) on what the shapeshifter says as/about dean in 1x06 skin—the implied jealousy and resentment, but especially "sooner or later, everybody's going to leave me." oof.

but also relevant i think is some of what the shapeshifter says as dean/about himself to becky. particularly "maybe this thing was born human but was different. hideous and hated. until he learned to become someone else."

and what is dean winchester if not a consummate performer. a people pleaser. a shapeshifter of sorts. papering over the tender parts of himself that he considers hideous and fundamentally unlovable. the parallels go both ways.

[richelle-goodrich]

"Lying is wrong. When you tell a lie for the sake of sparing someone’s feelings it is not suddenly right, but it is compassionate. And is not compassion a form of love? Love—the greatest of all virtues! Therefore, my darling, I do wrong for you. I lie so you might feel loved."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

[themenendezbrothers]

Menendez Homes - New Jersey, Calabasas, and Beverly HIlls.

source: Truth and Lies: The Menéndez Brothers — American Sons, American Murderers

[rottenelusive]

Cause when he lied it meant he loved me

And when he lied it meant he cared

And when he lied it meant he loved me

Cause when he lied it meant that he was there

I am never going back I don't care what he said

I wish he could see the hate in my head

[theunknownsource01]

The Lie

It never asked to be believed, but only to feel better than the truth.

I live behind that soft, sweet whisper

that makes you believe you’ll be okay.

I don’t promise truth—

I promise what you crave.

A picture-perfect dream

where no one’s ever hurt,

especially not by you.

I won’t give you what The Truth does—

no clarity, no pain.

Just the things you want to keep.

The things you think you’ve earned.

The things you’ll destroy yourself to hold onto.

I show up in a drink.

Or in that little cocktail of pills.

I sit behind your decisions

and call myself escape.

But I won’t stop you.

I’ll let you fall

just far enough

to make sure you never blame me.

I feed the parts of you

you swore you buried.

The ones that want to burn it all.

And when you slip?

When you fuck it all up?

I’ll be there—arms open—

soft as a whisper,

ready to disappear again

before you know I was even real.

I’m what you run to

when the weight gets too heavy.

The warm place you hide in

like a cowarded child.

But I’m not your safety.

I’m your silence.

Your denial.

Your maybe.

Maybe if you’d stopped believing me,

you’d still have your power.

But you didn’t.

You gave that up

the second you wore a mask

that was never yours.

I didn’t steal from you.

You handed it over.

I led you here.

You followed every step.

And now I get to laugh

because you thought this was love.

You thought this was hope.

You thought I was you.

I'm the shadow you chase.

Bigfoot to your logic.

You’ll never catch me—

but I’ll leave just enough footprints

to keep you looking.

I don’t force you.

I don’t fight you.

I fill you.

I speak louder than your instincts

because you’ve been taught

that soft words mean safety.

And that’s how I win.

Because hope lost

is a lie that won.

I never cared about you.

I only needed you

to keep myself alive—

to keep wearing me like comfort,

long after I’d already broken you.

And time?

Time remembers everything.

Everything you did under my name.

And one day,

when it all runs out,

I’ll still be here—

waiting for the next fool

who wants to believe

they’re untouchable.

[maespri]

congratulations kokichi ouma for winning The most misunderstood character award, even by people who like him

[ibiskos]

Ψεύτικος κόσμος

Ζούμε σε έναν κόσμο γεμάτο ψέματα.

Οι ζωές μας βασίζονται σε ψέματα.

Τι γίνεται όμως όταν μαθαίνουμε την αλήθεια;

Ο ψεύτικος κόσμος μας καταρρέει.

Σαν ένα κάστρο από γυαλί.

Και μαζί καταρρέουμε κι εμείς...

Δεν μπορούν οι άνθρωποι να λένε απλά την αλήθεια;

Κουράστηκα.

[icy-watch]

And of course he would go to Cole.

[notclevr]

Muskrat meddling in UK politics too

[laurachouettepoetry]

Shattered mirrors

on the living room floor,

a place where mirrors —

in any form —

should not be.

Lying and laying —

up and down the room

they reflect each whole thing,

its completeness,

as if the very sight

could harm us —

so perfect, so unreal

from their perspective.

I drown on the floorboards,

you waste my tears

by drying them.

All the lies,

the lies you told,

up and down the room

like mirrors, broken ones.

Truth reflects nothing

unless it’s broken.

Outside this room,

you roam the hallways,

searching for feelings within.

Dating a lie,

dangerous and monstrous

like your mind and soul.

Survival is a matter of time

and a dance on balanced sheets.

The shattered pieces still lie there —

waiting for completeness to end,

chaos ensuring perfection.

The lies fall still

in the afternoon light

that rests on the floorboards.

Breathing easily now,

vanishing glimpses —

truth fades slowly,

holding no place

between you and me

and all the lies you told.

- Laura Chouette

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

* * * *

The storytelling mind is allergic to uncertainty, randomness, and coincidence. It is addicted to meaning. If the storytelling mind cannot find meaningful patterns in the world, it will try to impose them. In short, the storytelling mind is a factory that churns out true stories when it can, but will manufacture lies when it can’t. -Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via exhaled-spirals)

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There is a pattern to the universe and everything in it, and there are knowledge systems and traditions that follow this pattern to maintain balance, to keep the temptations of narcissism in check. But recent traditions have emerged that break down creation systems like a virus, infecting complex patterns with artificial simplicity, exercising a civilizing control over what some see as chaos. The Sumerians started it. The Romans perfected it. The Anglosphere inherited it. The world is now mired in it. The war between good and evil is in reality an imposition of stupidity and simplicity over wisdom and complexity.

Sand Talk: How Indigenous Thinking Can Save the World by Tyson Yunkaporta

[richelle-goodrich]

"No matter how many lies you use to disguise it or how many excuses you bury it beneath, the truth will never cease to be true."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

[duelfeather]

Truth and Lies, in the mind it resides: Detriment.

[How I'm currently feeling below]

My mental health isn't the best. In fact... it's been getting worse. To top it off, it feels like my mind is very abusive to myself. That I'm... abusive towards myself.

I've tried to get help. It worsened. Only time when I was getting REAL Professional help is when money was involved... which hindered things. Doesn't help that, at that point, my belief that it would work... that it'd help... I didn't have Hope.

Struggle to do what Needs to be done. Struggle to be kind to myself. Struggle to believe Talking to others about stuff will be Positive... or yield some manner of results.

...

"In the end, only you can help yourself."

But if you despise yourself... how can you Help Youself?

...

There is a word that I feel attached to recently. It is not a positive word. I do not like how I feel it describes me... as I currently am.

...

"Detriment"