I want to be very clear: I did not schedule this to post on Easter weekend.

I want to be very clear: I did schedule this to post on Easter weekend

ever wondered what happened to john's body in jigsaw (2017)

the bifrost incident (by the mechanisms)

dude are we talking horses

Prop

Warnings: threats of death, violence, physical violence

Hero lay on the ground, unable to move. They had overused their powers and drained themself. Normally, they wouldn't be too concerned, just a few days in bed and they were recovered. But today was a day they couldn't drain themself.

Not as their impending death stalked towards them in combat boots. Supervillain cracked a wicked grin as they saw Hero struggle to lift their head. "Let me help you," they said as they propped up Hero's chin with their boot. "Now, where were we?"

"I won't ever join you," Hero hissed weakly, their eyes rolling up to look at Supervillain.

Supervillain shook their head. "You say that now. Just means you haven't really thought about my offer. We'll see how you feel after this." And Supervillain kicked out at Hero, their boot connecting with Hero's ribs.

As Hero curled in around themself, they weren't so certain they could hold out much longer. That they could wait for help to arrive. That they could stand for Sidekick to find their broken corpse. But they couldn't give in to Supervillain.

Yet.

requested by @fangirltofangod

withered chica yippie

At least there’s one thing I can count on in this crazy mixed up world

oh there he is

happy Thursday the 20th

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

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“Johann Scheff, trans lady SW arrested in 1932 for nicking women’s clothes from a department store in Berlin.” We’ve always been here. Not even book burnings can truly erase it.

we’ve always been here. committing misdemeanors

I’m glad they let her wear her gay little hat for one pic

This is truly one of the greatest photosets on earth

EVERY YEAR

CW: Caretaker-turned-Whumper, Carewhumper basically, Caretaker calls Whumpee little one, inhuman Caretaker, murder (not descriptive but there), just overall violence, briefly mentioned pet whump, male Caretaker

…

Whumpee runs as fast as they can, falling multiple times onto the ground and getting mud all over them, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is getting away from Whumper. They don’t even know where they’re running to, they just hope they get somewhere, anywhere where Whumper can’t find them.

They grow tired and look behind them after what feels like hours of running. There’s no sign of Whumper anywhere, but they don’t let themself grow comfortable yet. They hear what sounds like a waterfall, and stagger towards it, relieved when they find water.

Crouching down, they put their hands into a bowl shape and put it in the running water, sipping from their hands. It feels soothing to their raw throat, aching from breathing so hard. They drink the whole thing, then splash some water on themselves to clean off the dirt and sweat.

Something catches their eye, what looks to be the opening of something underneath the flowing waterfall. They stand and squint, to see it looks almost like an entrance of something, light coming from the opening, reflecting off the water gently.

Curiosity takes hold of them and they make their way under the waterfall’s cave entrance, careful not to slip and trying to avoid getting wet.

Whumpee blinks in surprise when they see it looks actually nice inside, not just like a normal cave. There’s definitely someone living here, because there’s two torches on each side of the wall, there’s a bunch of blankets of what looks like animal furs, and a small collection of shiny crystals and rocks in the left corner of the cave, a boiling large pot next to it. For a cave, it’s shockingly lively.

They want to stay so badly, because they doubt Whumper would find a way in here, but the thought of someone worse living here and not taking so kindly to their intrusion sounds almost just as scary.

As they back up, they bump into someone. Their first thought is of Whumper, so they bolt to the other side of the cave, hiding their face.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t–”

“Why on earth are you sorry, little one?”

Whumpee immediately lifts their head at the smooth voice to see what definitely is not a human. They have black antlers and large black wings to match. Whumpee is sure they bumped their head or something, eyes going wide. 

The person in front of them seems confused as well, tilting their head slightly to one side.

Nervously, Whumpee looks back down. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude, just taking a breather. Bye–”

“Hold on,” the strange being interrupts. “You’re hurt.” He extends his hand out, and Whumpee flinches back until they bump against the wall again. “No need to fear me. I don’t have any ill intention towards you. I just want to help.”

Whumpee once again meets his gaze. He seems genuinely worried, but Whumpee is still more focused on the fact he has wings and antlers, not to mention the strange green aura around him. He also has long black hair, it looks strangely majestic. They let the stranger look over their injuries, watching in awe as he quietly clicks his tongue, shaking his head at each injury across their skin.

“Did someone hurt you?” he asks. His voice sounds somewhat angry.

“I– I think you already know the answer,” Whumpee responds. 

Nodding, he says to himself quietly, “Well, that won’t do…” He extends a hand, smiling gently. “My name is Caretaker. What’s your name, little one?”

Whumpee feels somewhat comforted by the nickname, Whumper having called them nothing but insults. “Whumpee.” They eye his wings and antlers, but don’t have the courage to ask about it. It’s so strange, this all feels like a fever dream.

Caretaker stands and gathers some herbs from the satchel he has over his shoulder. “I’ll get to work, you just sleep, Whumpee. You look exhausted.”

“But–”

“Hush, now. I won’t let any harm come to you. Just rest, I’ve got you.”

Though Whumpee doesn’t know whether or not to trust him, they decide they have no choice. They don’t want to continue aimlessly wandering around, especially when their body aches as much as it does right now. 

Whumpee takes their chances and decides to trust Caretaker, even if they still have not a single clue what is happening right now.

…

“Good news, you’re healing!” 

The excited voice makes Whumpee jump, still thinking they’re back at Whumper’s. They blink a few times at Caretaker, still in shock to see he’s real. They look down at their wounds to see each cut and even their old scars fading into their natural skin color.

“How?” they mutter disbelievingly.

“It was quite simple, once you’ve been alive as long as me, it gets easy as–”

“No, I mean… just how? How are you real? What are you?”

“Oh.” Caretaker chuckles. “My species doesn’t have a name, we never really came up with one. Humans called us monsters, but I don’t know if I like being called that. I think that’s a better term for awful people, like whoever in their right mind did this to you.”

A shaky sigh comes from Whumpee’s mouth. “So, what are you? Like, immortal?”

Caretaker looks like he’s pondering that. “Well, not immortal. I guess my kind just lives for a long time. I’ll be honest with you, little one, I don’t know much more about my species than you do. The only thing I’m certain of is if I were to show myself to humans, I’d be done for.”

“So why’d you trust me?” Whumpee asks next.

“Trust is a strong word. I just couldn’t ignore you while you’re clearly injured and alone in the woods, looking exhausted and scared. Besides, I get lonely here. I’ve been here for a very long time.”

Though this is all nonsense to Whumpee, they start to come with terms this is real. “Thank you for your kindness. I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“You apologize frequently, don’t you? Well, there’s no need. I want to help and take care of you. Whoever did this to you will no longer be a threat. I promise.”

Whumpee relaxes and slumps against the cave wall. They still feel exhausted from running, and soon Caretaker has a wooden bowl of water he likely carved himself, and some fur blankets being draped around them.

“Whumpee! Whumpee, where are you?!”

That voice makes Whumpee jolt. They look at Caretaker, horrified, and that’s all Caretaker needs to know. He doesn’t look scared in the slightest, but rather angry. That’s the first hint of anger Whumpee’s seen on his face ever since they arrived.

“Whumpee, come out! I’ll give you five seconds. You aren’t fooling me.”

A quiet sob cracks from Whumpee’s throat. Do they have a tracker on them, or something? That must be the only reasonable explanation.

“Stay right there. I’ll take care of this.” Caretaker gives them a smile, then exits the cave.

Whumpee doesn’t know what he’s going to do. Scare them? Hurt them? Kill them? They feel bad for not really caring too much, as long as Whumper leaves them alone.

When they hear Whumper scream, they cover their ears and squeeze their eyes shut. They try to block out the screams, but Whumper always had a naturally loud voice. Even with their hands against both ears, it feels like Whumper’s voice is bursting their eardrums.

After about a minute, the screaming abruptly comes to a halt.

“Are you alright, little one?”

Whumpee lifts their gaze like they’ve done so many times before in the past couple of hours, and sees Caretaker covered in blood. They avert their gaze, not wanting to look at it. Part of them feels scared of Caretaker, even if they know by now he wouldn’t hurt them.

“Oh, do humans feel ill at the sight of blood? My apologies. I’ll go wash up.” 

Whumpee doesn’t move an inch and waits for Caretaker to come back. They feel relieved to see Caretaker come back a few minutes later with a new change of clothes, and the old ones probably sitting outside to dry.

Caretaker frowns and kneels down in front of them. “Why are you crying, Whumpee?” His face is pinched with concern.

“I just…” Whumpee cuts themselves off, shaking their head. “It’s nothing.”

“Alright.” Caretaker changes the subject and puts on a smile. “That aside, what would you like to eat? I don’t believe I’m familiar with any human foods, but I can make a shocking amount of things with my limited sources.”

Deciding to drop it as well, Whumpee says, “Whatever you want.”

…

A week passes, and Whumpee’s wounds have healed completely, the cuts and bruises invisible, and their old scars so faded you’d have to squint to even notice them. They’re very grateful to Caretaker, but in the past three days, they’ve noticed there’s something… off about Caretaker.

When they wanted to leave to go get a drink themselves, Caretaker almost got angry and insisted he’d do it for them.

Another time, they mentioned their friends, and Caretaker told them, “But I’m your friend now, aren’t I?” 

Earlier today, they tried standing to which Caretaker panicked and sat them back down, demanding them to stay down, that they’re still too fragile.

Whumpee feels like they’re with Whumper again. Just a strangely more affectionate, gentle Whumper, but still Whumper.

“I think I’m ready to leave,” Whumpee tells Caretaker that night. “All my injuries have practically healed all the way, and since Whumper is gone–”

“Leaving?” Caretaker repeats incredulously. “Little one, must I remind you Whumper isn’t the only threat out there? What if someone else hurts you? Not only that, but you’re still in the middle of the forest. You’re vulnerable, injured or not.”

Even though his words are a direct contrast to Whumper’s, it still feels like them. Whumpee doesn’t like it at all.

“I already made it this far, and I can’t just stay here forever.” They stand and before Caretaker can push them down, they put their hands on his chest, which is almost above their head due to just how tall he is. “I’m fine. I can walk fine, I’m perfectly healed now.”

Caretaker’s eyes become empty. “Thanks to me.”

“Yes, thanks to you. Thank you for healing me, but I’m really fine, so–”

“You owe me.”

Anxiously, Whumpee chuckles. “Uh, what?”

Before they have a chance to react, Caretaker kicks them to the ground. Not only are his legs longer, but he’s stronger than even Whumper. Whumpee cries out in pain and looks up in total horror, unlike the other times they looked up at Caretaker.

Caretaker steps on their chest, not putting his total weight down because that’d kill them with no doubt, but enough to make it a struggle to breathe.

“You aren’t leaving,” Caretaker mumbles. “Say you won’t leave. I took care of you, I nursed you, I healed you. You owe me this. Don’t humans value thankfulness?”

Whumpee claws at Caretaker’s pant leg, wheezing, “I won’t leave, just please– stop–!”

Seemingly satisfied, Caretaker lifts his boot from their chest and smiles. “Good little one. See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He pets their hair, like he views them… like a pet. Just like Whumper did.

“You’re just as bad as Whumper,” Whumpee cries. They clutch their chest, which hurts from how hard Caretaker was pressing down on them.

Caretaker grows an angry expression. Though they’ve never mentioned Whumper’s name, Caretaker doesn’t need an explanation. “No, I am not. They hurt you. I healed you.”

“Before hurting me!”

“And I’ll heal you again.” Caretaker’s wings spread, bringing Whumpee into a tight embrace, unable to escape. “And I’ll continue if you try to leave me. Humans are weak, I’ve heard. Easily breakable. From the looks of it, you’re more delicate than the average human.”

Though Whumpee wants to curse him out, they still feel too much emotion mixed with pain to do anything more than cry.

“Please don’t cry,” Caretaker coos, wiping their tears with his clawed hand. “I’m not really hurting you if I’m healing you completely afterwards, right? It’s only a temporary pain, only temporary wounds.”

They try to claw away from their embrace, but Caretaker’s arms and wings only tighten around them in response.

“I understand you’re scared, but there’s no need to be. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. Not a single thing in this world will stop me.”

"Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn to this tiny hamlet in Western Pennsylvania to watch a master at work. The master? Punxsutawney Phil, the world's most famous weatherman, the groundhog."

what do you mean this was never happened

This post goes around Tumblr every year, and it’s always true. There’s never been an uneventful or boring January.

mutuals stop putting this on my dash challenge

Every Friday. Every Friday i either see this post or live in fear of seeing it. I can’t wake up and say ‘it’s friday’ anymore without thinking of this post. I am living a nightmare and it’s your fault