#cw shaming

[whump-in-the-closet]

Hi! I love your stuff!

And I don't know if this is a thing but I would love to see a sinerio where a whumper is about to torture whumpee but then finds out that whumpee is a sadist (someone who enjoys pain.)

I'm my twisted mind it's just funny that Whumpee is like:"Yes, that's the good stuff" while being attacked with a knife or a crowbar, etc.

And Whumper is just like:"Wtf just my luck, of course I chose a defective one."

LMAOOO yeah great vision anon I love this. Pretty sure someone who enjoys pain is a masochist so that's why it's tagged like that but nw I know what you meant :D

cw: masochistic whumpee with a whumper who's a dick about it and mocks them, kidnapping, ransom, beating, imprisonment, shaming, walks a fine line between crack whump and actual whump :/

The last thing Whumpee remembered was the flash of a crowbar in the corner of their vision.

Whumpee blinked groggily. They tried to rub their eyes but their hands were tied behind their back and all they could manage was a twitch. Their limbs spasmed beneath them.

They had been thrown with little ceremony into a small, dark room. It smelled of rot and faintly of iron. A light fixture hung from the ceiling and swang lazily back and forth, scattering Whumpee's thoughts with it.

Whumpee caught a glimpse of metal on the walls surrounding them. They swallowed, something tightening inside them.

Their eyes darted back and forth, assessing the vast array of knives and-- oh fuck was that a whip?--

Above them, a door creaked open. The sound of heavy boots on the stairs echoed against the stones.

Whumpee stiffened as their captor entered.

A tall man, with bright eyes and broad shoulders, paused on the final step-- probably for some fucking dramatic entrance, thought Whumpee-- and smiled.

He wore a red and black flannel, which gave him a distinctive lumberjack-esque appearance. As if he ate eggs and bacon every morning and liked it.

Whumpee was far more interested in the crowbar Whumper dexterously swung with a calloused hand.

Whumpee watched the dull metal flick back and forth with a fascinated expression. Oh.

Whumper approached them. He spoke in a confident stride. "I'll make this simple. I'd like twenty-thousand dollars delivered by the end of the week and you get to keep your teeth." He towered over Whumpee and smiled. "Most of them."

Whumpee glanced up, open-mouthed. The fluorescent lighting threw a halo around Whumper's face, making his features angular and disjointed. They were momentarily crushed by the reality they were facing. "Twenty-thousand? I- I don't have that kind of money. I work at a-- at a coffee shop."

Whumper hefted the crowbar, weighing it in his hands. "But your brother does."

Whumpee felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over them. "We don't talk," they shot back.

"Okay, okay, right," said Whumper in a conversational tone. "No worries."

Whumpee exhaled. This didn't seem so bad.

"But maybe this," Whumper raised the crowbar, "Will convince you otherwise."

Too soon.

Whumper hit low, the metal slamming into Whumpee's ribcage. There was a visceral thud and a rush of air.

Whumpee saw stars.

Oh.

Fuck.

They closed their eyes against the roaring in the back of their head. Bright, rapid colors flashed behind their eyes. They inhaled slowly, enjoying the heated rush of throbbing pain. "Oh-"

Whumper hesitated.

Whumpee tilted their head back to look up at Whumper. "Don't stop," they managed-- almost pleading-- "That was so good."

Whumper stepped back, looking at Whumpee with a realization that quickly turned into frustration. "You...you're sick."

"Sorry-- sorry," said Whumpee. "Just-- c'mon, hit me again."

Whumper threw the crowbar away. It rattled against the tiles. "No fucking way." He looked genuinely upset. "Of course, you're into this shit."

Whumpee scooched back into the wall, arms and ankles still tied together, and leaned against it. Their face was bright red. "Sorry about that." Effortlessly polite in a way customer service had forced them to be.

Whumper scowled. "Just my luck in choosing the defective one," he muttered. He pointed at Whumpee with a chipped finger. "Don't think you're getting out of the ransom because of this."

Whumpee sighed. "Shame."

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[newttxt]

happy bday law. u cant say i never give u anything…

[zalcolm]

reblog if you either eat at least one of the following:

toilet paper

drywall

pineapple on pizza

human skin

pussy

but no one is able to guess which

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

if time was a religion i would be its most devoted follower 🕰️ 🙏🧎

;3 extras +

full design sorta + original sketches with CW's hadonkabadonks that i sadly had to cover with his clockface 😔

also here is the inspiration - Doha the priest from 'I thought my time was up' on webtoon 😳😰😰

[ultimateempath]

This thought isn't going to leave me alone until I write it down so I'm just gonna say it

STANLEY PINES HAS SEXUAL TRAUMA.

The wheel of shame on the website straight up acknowledges that Stan has done sex work and in general engaged in sexual activies, willingly or otherwise, to survive.

Not only this, but you also have to remember that he's been to prison an unknown number of times in three different countries.

The kinds of horrible things known to go on within prison walls already provide some pretty rough implications, but this combined with the fact that, at least at first, Stan didn't seem to know the language(s) of those countries well enough to understand his fellow inmates and was likely more heavily targeted for being a foreigner to begin with....it paints a pretty upsetting picture to say the least.

I don't think any of us really thought about this aspect of his past back when the show was still going because like...he was a character in an animated Disney show and we were like 12, characters with this kind of dark complexity to them were a fresh & new concept to us and a lot of Stans past was toned down and/or put in a comedic light since it was meant to be a kids show.

But now that we're adults and Alex has acted accordingly by targeting older audiences with the new book and website, we've gotten a much clearer and more serious look into just how horrifically bad Stans time on the street really was...and honestly? I think more people should be talking about it.

[theangryman]

One person was banned almost immediately.

The other person was not banned until they made another post revealing that they were posting videos of their partner.

One person was harassed and bullied and told that they were lying.

One person was given advice, told about how they could improve their situation.

This is why kink is not safe. There is more compassion and kindness for someone who admits to wanting to kick their partner in the face than there is for someone who has received that treatment.

[trashyshrew]

[moiraupdates]

Leyendecker redraw featuring moira (ofc) and my hcs for her body

[tinypixl]

Some people here seem to be completely forgetting what the concept of a yandere even stands for. It is not a synonym for someone who is toxic or abusive in a romantic relationship.

Sure, the definition has broadened in fanfiction over time and I'm not saying yanderes shouldn't be toxic or abusive. But the obsession with their victim is the most crucial aspect.

Yanderes are always, in a way, infatuated with a specific person for a relatively long amount of time.

If your "yandere" only sees their darling as a replaceable plaything, changes their obsessions pretty quickly or just acts toxic without any obsession involved then that's just an abuser, not a yandere.

[mistercrowbar]

Various modern AU sketches based on @satanicspinosaurus' WIP fic feat Bubbles the argus monitor

[neccturtle]

The Gaslight District

is pretty cool :3

here’s the link

[stinkrat-aleks]

Bruce x Brandon from Filth/Shame because @andr33yy reminded me how much I love this fassavoy duo

[sualne]

bugs, blood & more blood

[hyperlexichypatia]

At some point I have to unpack and describe the specific intersection of factors that led to my specific experiences with food shaming (and all related topics like sizeism, ableism, neurobigotry, healthism, ageism, etc).

As a a fat, autistic, ARFID-ite who's consistently been treated as younger than I am, and with scandalously non-abusive parents (how dare they vaguely accept me as I am without beating me into submission!), a lot of the food shaming I've experienced in my life was based on treating me more as a "spoiled child" than as a "fat woman," even after I was clearly the latter.

Food with my extended family or parents' friends or anyone older than myself was always a site of shaming how spoiled I was, how overly permissive my parents were, how rude I was for not eating what I was served (specifically for that -- I wasn't actually doing any "rude things" like commenting negatively on the food, demanding alternate food, or anything like that! But simply not eating what I was served, as a Young Person, was "rude".)

I was also heavily desexualized and somewhat degendered, so it wasn't "You're an unsexy woman because you're fat and ugly, not thin and sexy like a woman should be," it was "You're a spoiled brat picky eater who needs a spanking." Up through age. Like. 24.

And I realize, please believe me, I am very well aware of what an incredibly privileged problem this is. I was stigmatized because my parents weren't abusive? What kind of problem is that? Everyone else was dealing with actual problems, like actual abusive parents!

So my point isn't to complain about my problems, it's to say that food-shaming takes many forms. I was reminded of that when I saw an otherwise good, innocuous post about getting along with family at Thanksgiving, that included something about "Don't ask teens if they have a boyfriend/girlfriend, ask them about their hobbies, or what they're most looking forward to on their plate!" and I was suddenly filled with anxiety, because, no, don't do that. If you had asked Teenage Me what I was most looking forward to on my plate, I would have assumed that you were admonishing me for only having two foods on it, lecture me about how I can't have dessert if I don't eat my vegetables, nagging me to "Just try it," and possibly throwing in some remark about "Back in my day, if we didn't eat what we were told, we got a whipping!" Questions about my nonexistent love life would have been comparatively less fraught.

Don't comment on people's food choices. Don't comment on kids' food choices. Don't comment on teens' food choices. Don't comment on adults' food choices. Don't comment on people's food choices.

Don't ask teens if they have a boyfriend/girlfriend either, although, if that tradition must continue, I'd at least like to add age balance to it. If you ask a 15 year old if she has a boyfriend, she should legally be allowed to ask you how your divorce is coming.

[wotterotter]