#lawd i never make my own posts HOW do you tag things

[lattesqueeze]

…yeah

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.  

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.  

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.  

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.  

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.  

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.  

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?  

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

The End of the Year Tag

Rules: Find your fav  pics  of your story, your cc, or your blog in general and post in a collage!  It can be 1 picture or 100– whatever you want! Just reflect on your fav  moments on your blog. It can be cute moments, milestones, edits, or cc  you’re just really proud of. I was tagged by wonderful @obscurus-noctem, thank you so much Personal blabbering: Lawd knows I always have too many words, or too many pics, so this time, I settled on one. This year has been difficult for most of us, for me, personally, beside the madness of the world, it has also been a struggle with internal madness. 2019 was a roller coaster to say the least, I lost my soulmate, and went through thousand thorn bushes, just to get kicked in the crotch every time I made it out of one. I barely got to land in 2020, then the train wreck hit. To say I have been numb most of the year, would be an understatement. But I did find some moments of something else, in between all the fear and hopelessness of the world. I started writing again, not only my story, but also a notebook, full of scribbles about... well... life... It’s been... a decade perhaps more, since I last walked down that path. And so the more rust I scribbled off my pens, the more it started to melt into my “virtual” world as well. Melting into Sims... Malou and Dalton became a sort of way to channel some of my writings, and things I found inspiration in, so I picked one of my favorite pics of them. I could pick a thousand more, better, but this one is very personal to me, like most of the pics I do of them. You see, I’m very much in between paths at the moment. In between light and darkness. It’s been the most lonely year of my life, and I have had to learn, in the end, I’m all I got, no one is coming to hold my hand through it all, I gotta hold my own. So I’ve been working a lot on myself, my writing, finding new ways to channel all the emotions no one else listens to. I’ve found ways to channel my ever growing loneliness, and some of it ends up on pictures, of Dalton and Malou, a way to find a little comfort, and speak words through pictures when I run empty for ways to put them together, in a way that would make sense to other than myself. Yah, I’m doing it again, blabbering. For now, this is the most, and only comfort I have. So I choose, one pic. Truth is, this year, I think most of us are grasping for straws to hold onto. This is mine. Please don’t break it. You never know how far down people has fallen, and what could be their last safety net. Whether you disagree or not, be kind, and as long as no one is directly harming someone, maybe once in a while turn your back on things you disagree with, and ask if it’s really that important to always fight and spread negativity? What are you really winning from it? Are you really winning if you end up being the last push towards someone standing at the edge of a cliff? You can hate on people’s way of coping all you want. But if you want to be allowed to cope in your own way, don’t shit on mine. Let it be.

Do not reblog this! It’s personal shit! You don’t want that on your blog anyway!

[whumpgalore]

thank you so much for the tag, @thatsgonnaleaveamark!! <3 this looks like fun xD

1. why did you choose your url?

I made this blog the same night I finally discovered the term "whump", and it was literally the first thing that came to mind. Whump, and lots of it. Thus, WhumpGalore. Lol. Very original, I know.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

This is a side-blog! More than once, I've wished it was my primary blog, but, ah, well. You've probably seen my main blog following/liking posts around the whumpiverse as @mikailahautumn. haha. (Pls don't stalk me. ;)) That was my first tumblr blog, created for the sole purpose of reblogging/posting pretty photos & words. I also have a "fandom" side blog where I obsess over non-whump-related things. @cryingoverastory

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I honestly have no idea. (And I'm too lazy to find out. Lol.) I started this blog on February 18th, 2014, however. Still can't believe I was 17 when all this happened. haha.

4. do you have a queue tag?

No... I rarely queue posts. And when I do, I don't tag them. haha.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

@fyeahvulnerablemen and @whumpersunited were the first whump blogs I ever discovered, and once I made the connection between the terms whump and hurt/comfort, I just had to make my own blog to save/document my favorite whump scenes. ;) I like things organized, so I decided to tag everything by episode and injury type for easy access. And the rest was history!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because Steve McGarrett in H50 2x10 was the first thing I watched after discovering the term "whump", and he remains one of my favorite whumpees. It was the first icon I chose when I made this blog, and I just never changed it. xD

7. why did you choose your header?

Uhh... *double checks header* I don't actually have one right now. Lol. Going for the minimalist look at the moment. But, before that, pretty sure it was also Steve McGarrett. And the reason? See my response to the previous question. ;)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I think it's THIS one... followed by THIS one. Probably.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea??? Not even sure how you check that -- especially on a side-blog. :/

10. how many followers do you have?

3275 (Still blows my mind, you guys.)

11. how many people do you follow?

1079

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

To be quite honest, I had to google the definition of "shitpost"... lmao. I really don't think I have... maybe once or twice? Idk, man. It's not usually my style. Haha.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

I rarely check it every day, tbh... more like a few times a week. I'm too busy right now to devote as much time to this blog as I'd like to, so hopefully I can get back to that in the future. ;)

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Noooope. I did have a minor misunderstanding with an anon at one time, but we talked it out and the original person actually came back and apologized. :') That was the first time I really saw the incredible foundation the whump community is built on -- the quality and the genuine kindness of the people in it. Still one of our proudest moments, in my opinion.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I'm a rebel. Sooo, if somebody tells me I "have" to do something, that's a guaranteed way to make sure I don't do it. Lmao. That being said, if it's something that genuinely interests me, I'll reblog it like I would anything else. [shrugs] Pretty simple. ;)

16. do you like tag games?

Yessss! I love them! I'm actually the worst at participating in them, but I do love to when I get a chance.

17. do you like ask games?

Again, I'm the worst at participating and following through, but I do enjoy them when I have time to join in.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Oh, lawd. I don't know. I'm sure there are more than I could count in the whump community, tbh. xD

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nooope. Don't know anyone well enough to have an actual crush, but there are definitely many I greatly admire and look up to! :)

20. tags?

Anyone who wants to do it!! ;) Seriously. You see this and feel like participating? BOOM. You're tagged. And feel free to tag me if you decide to play! I'd love to see the answers. :) xx