a gentle sort of ruthlessness

Please have a variety of Dani’s, courtesy of the talented @anguishmacgyver of designed-my-icon fame

And of course what bouquet would be complete without some tulips in full bloom?

Everybody say thank you @anguishmacgyver !

We need to embrace the fact that the tumblr userbase is aging. What’s everybody’s favorite kitchen appliance?

Challenge: take the last text/message you sent and integrate it into a whump snippet

The previously dark screen of his phone illuminates after Mac digs it from his pocket. He winces. Rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose and breathing out a slow, low hum until the rush of nausea settles.

The time burned into his retinas.

He cracks open one eye. The one that doesn't have a shooting pain lancing through his eyebrow. The one he doesn't want to press as hard as he can against the cool, hard top of the lab table. Or make him want to reach for a small bore awl on his knife.

Fumbling his phone and nearly dropping it, he manages to open his text messages and through blurry vision finds the on-going conversation he needs.

Cold sweat prickles on the back of his neck from the effort.

Tapping out a new message "leaving now" takes him three tries before he gives up and sends it with a typo.

Dark gray encloses his vision on all sides, until only the phone in his hand is visible. It doesn't feel like his hand. It tingles. Shakes.

His hand doesn't shake. Can't shake. If it shakes people die. If his hand is numb he'll kill people.

He's hot despite the cold sweat dampening the collar of his shirt.

Really warm. His face and ears flush.

Folding his lips other his teeth he bites down. He breathes carefully. Not too fast or too slow. Not too deep. A careful rate and depth that he recognizes on instinct. Nothing that will cause the pulse of pain in his head to change.

The gray recedes by inches until it's a few dark speckles in the periphery of his vision. The flash of heat cools. His hand is steady as he pushes his phone into his pocket in one motion.

There's a small swell of relief when his legs support him as he stands.

He just needs to get home.

Fun character dynamic: The one everyone thinks is the trouble + the trouble

Ex:

The Recruit s02e01: “Hey. Relax. You’re safe.”

+bonus:

it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

Whumpee who was mind controlled refusing a sedative because they can't give up control again.