Severitus Thingy

We’ve all done it.

Pet whump tropes!

Whenever whumpee is freaking out because of something, the only way to calm them down is by saying they're a good pet and patting their head.

Caretaker desperately trying to tell them that they're not a pet, that they don't need to be good, but Whumpee just isn't having it.

Definitely had a breakdown about how they think they're a bad pet, they're clawing, sobbing, on their knees, begging to be told they're a good pet, maybe even lifting caretakers hand to pet their own head, trying to convince them that they're a good pet.

Ties their hoodies super tight because they need the feeling of a collar, even though they have scars from their last one, they need it because they don't know what else to do.

Whenever they mess up, they bash their head against their fist, or scratch at their skin till blood draws, etc.

Whumpee running into Whimper and is told they're a bad pet, and Whumpee spirals.

Caretaker snapping at them one time, and saying they're a bad pet, even though they're desperately trying to break that mentality, and Whumpee just goes silent, stone cold. They drop to their knees, begging for forgiveness, maybe they're even rolling around, gripping, pulling their hair.

🚨THE ONES FOLLOWING THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE, THE PROMPTS BELOW HINT AT SA, STARVATION TACTICS, AND INCLUDE DISORDERED BODY IMAGES!!!🚨

Whumpee gaining weight or something about them is off, maybe they have a pimple or their nails aren't clean, something minuscule, but they rush out of the room, dropping to their knees and sobbing, begging for forgiveness, saying they'll fix it, and caretaker is just confused.

Whumpee scarfing down whatever food they get because they're worried about being a bad pet and not getting food.

Caretaker (romantic) thought Whumpee was better, or pretty much better, so they take it a step further, making out, stuff like that, and Whumpee hates every second, but they're terrified of saying no, but halfway through they just start sobbing, apologizing and begging caretaker to stop, who does, immediately.

Backtracking off of the last one, maybe Whumpee has some serious scarring in those areas because of Whumper, so when they get to that point, Whumpee has to warn Caretaker, but when they see it all, they just kinda cry and hold onto Whumpee.

Whumpee spending hours in front of the mirror, searching for pimples, weight gain, body hair, literally any imperfections and getting rid of it because they need to be the perfect pet.

Whumpee is having a hard day and is currently sobbing or something, so caretaker is carrying them to bed, or maybe they just grab their shoulder, but Whumpee freaks out, hysterical, rolling on the floor, begging not to make Whumpee do that stuff again.

Caretaker having a bit of a rough day, so Whumpee thinks it's their job to make them feel better, so they take off their clothes, silently crying, and caretaker has never been more confused in their life.

Peter Parker totally has hyper mobility after the spider bite since spiders don't really have like, bones? So he'll just randomly fall to the floor.

Peter: *faceplants* I'm okay!

Tony: TF was that??

Peter: Slippery bones, help me up.

Tip for trans men or really anyone AFAB buying male boxers.

You need to get them a size bigger. Female body shapes are different then men, meaning you will carry more fat or muscle in the thighs, which also means that they will probs roll up and it's uncomfortable. You can try your normal size if they're too big, but if they are rolling up, getting a bigger size is okay and it's nothing to do with your weight, it's just the difference in body shapes (which doesn't make you less of a man.)

Maybe the meaning of life is simple, something in front of us and basic. Like reproduction. We're here to grow our species and that's it, but then again, there are people who can't reproduce, does that make them meaningless? If so, why would they be here.

Maybe it's something more naive, like leaving the world better than you found it, but what if someone makes a massive mistake. If they regret it, does it even matter anymore? Are they officially meaningless?

Maybe it's to just live for ourselves, but then why do we have empathy? Why do we feel sad for others if it benefits us?

Okay, so maybe it's to help others and ourselves? But then there are people who cannot feel emotions, people who don't need help, people who cannot help themselves or others, are they meaningless?

Maybe it's more religious, to spread the word of God. To be honest, that makes the most sense to me. We're so uniquely designed, everything is ordered in such a way that it's hard to believe there is nothing in charge of us, maybe there is a God and maybe there isn't, but I'm leaning towards Yes. But then, isn't that what the Bible does? The Q'uaran?

Or perhaps there's no meaning. We're here and now, and nothing matters. That's terrifying, but freeing. At the end of all of this, our souls, which are trapped in our flesh, claw their way out of us, leaving this puppet to be reclaimed by nature, something that will absorb us completely, like a mother to a child. Our souls, minds, our energy and atoms will always be here, even though it doesn't matter. Maybe that's it. We learn, we love, we live, or maybe we don't. We do whatever and eyeball everything because it's everyone's first time living and we don't get second chances.

So go out there. So you chose a bad job, find a new one. Go back to school, explore, travel, play games, get drunk, do whatever, be whatever, because at the end of your life, as your soul rips from your body and bones like a prisoner from a cell, it won't worry about anything here, embarrassed, ashamed, mistakes, it'll look back and wonder why you never changed your job? Had a family if you wanted one? It wants experience, not safety and comfort.

Controversial opinion, but

I hate it when people say "Ao3 doesn't need an algorithm, you're just lazy!" Because, like, yeah? I'm lazy because it's a HOBBY. And I'm not saying a built in algorithm, but an on and off option would be nice! Either way, if you're going to judge me for saying that, than for the love of all that is good, stop judging me for reading on different sites that have some sort of algorithm.

I love fanfic.net, but everyone in the reviews is SO critical. "Great story! However, you used the wrong your, so, I have to report you, call the cops, alert the HOA, and upload this onto twitter."

When someone interrupts me while I'm writing an intense scene.

Everyone always talks about imagining scenes and not being able to write them, but have you ever had the opposite happen? Cause it's literally me 24/7.

I'll be in the mood to write, having a general idea of what I want, and I can't stop writing, but I also can't keep thinking of things. The last time this happened, I didn't stop for 2 whole days, didn't sleep. Wrote while writing, wrote while crying, literally all day, but I just kept rewriting cause I physically couldn't think of other scenes.