#( say something )

[can-we-be-kind]

I genuinely wonder if this is going to start something

Will more people start killing CEOs?

Are there more people willing to potentially give up their freedom for the ‘greater good’?

How many people are in the position to actually access a weapon and be within proximity to a billionaire?

Will there actually be a revolution?

Are people too scared to actually start something?

Are the people who want to, too young, too weak, too ill, ect. to actually be able to do something?

Are you able to actively do something?

Are you able to go outside right now and kill a CEO?

Are the charities working? Are the protests working? Are the movements working?

Is it really getting better?

Maybe if you don’t like something, you should do something.

I dunno man, maybe 1700s France was onto something

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’

robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend

steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.

robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.

he still wears the vest.

[reality-detective]

* * * News Interruption * * *

[dreamingincolorrr]

[galfromearth-22191]

The way these two were in the SAME room yet didn’t say not one word to each other is diabolical

Cause what do you mean, the guy that can create his own take on a super advanced piece of futuristic tech (while being a 70’s dude) would not be down to hang out with the girl whose spider abilities revolve around her tech savviness?

What do you mean Hobie wouldn’t be down to learn how the tech in her world operates cause it’s a whole 180 from the things he calls technology in his world?

What do you mean these two didn’t share a ‘More black spiders!’ moment when they first met? These two look out for each other through the good, bad, and ugly hello??

Y’all cannot tell the these two didn’t at least talk once cause Margo was one of the first people enlisted for the society, therefore they’ve had to cross paths at some point in time when Hobie was there for some time. They’ve seen each other before. And they’ve spoken, end of discussion

[hellohaters]

Barbara Kruger / Untitled (questions), 1991

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

"oh do y'all remember all the amvs set to 'monster' by skillet" "lmao do you remember the edgy amvs of 'animal i have become'" ok where is the love for all those goddamn "say something" vids

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

the fact that they haven’t come out with a statement yet makes me wonder if they’re following the Try Guys’ tactics of buckling down to manage the crisis. The problem with that strategy is that the Try Guys had sympathy from their audience for what occurred. They had a “bad guy” that the internet could pin blame on (and rightly so), even in the short term before all the details came out. The Try Guys could afford to take a few days to collect themselves before really rolling out official statements and crisis management because the internet was already mostly on their side by the time the Ned story really went mainstream.

Watcher doesn’t have any of that. They don’t have time, and they definitely don’t have our sympathy for what’s transpired. Their window for a response is getting smaller and smaller, and even if they dropped a statement right this second, I still don’t know if it would be enough to sway people back to their cause. They can’t follow the Try Guys’ blueprint for PR crisis management even if they want to.

They need to say something. Soon.

[glasses-drunk]

oh we're boppy gaming now

[selin-n]

Sen mutlu ol diye__💙🧚

Kaybettim sandıkların kurtulduklarındır belki__

Unutma__

Kimi gittiği yeri mutlu eder__

Kimi terk ettiği yeri__//

Sevgiyle 💙

[pancakes-phancakes]

guys I'm seriously not imagining it rn

[kick-a-long]

“New York is now a city where antisemitism is open and apparently tolerated. Earlier this year when there was a commemoration of the young people murdered and kidnapped at the Nova festival — like Hersh — a gang of Hamas supporters protested outside.

Did Ronen and Orna (Omer’s parents) ever imagine this would happen in their city? The city in which they live?

With a look of the deepest sadness Orna says, “The city has changed so much. I think it’s been building up. I think antisemitism has been on the rise. I think people have been crying out for a few years now”

Omer was the captain of his Long Island high school volleyball team, one of 12 American still hostage (of the additional 45 Americans killed by Hamas on Oct 7 in the terror attacks.)

He’s number nine, joking on the floor. Why are we humoring anti Jewish (((anti Israel))) protesters. Why aren’t we chasing them off school campuses instead of letting them chase Jews off?

His mother walked home, pregnant with Omer, from 9/11. How can anyone stand to be in the same state as a Hamas supporter let alone stay silent in the same class room?

[satanprayerprimo666]

Day something im giving up on you.

Moriss x peirre

[laurfilijames]

I didn't write 18,000+ words for you to leave me zero.

COMMENT ON FICS PLEASE.

[isamajor]

June of Doom : day 26 to 30

I'm really late for the end of @juneofdoom (so many IRL impediments "^^). So, here are the last batch of whump drabbles for June of Doom ! :D

26 . “Don’t lie to me.”

Taliesin stumbled backward, gasping for air as Nebarra's gloved hands tightened around his throat. His rage was palpable, his eyes were blazing through the narrow slits of his helmet.

"Don't lie to me!", Nebarra growled, his voice raw with fury.

Taliesin struggled, his hands clawing at the moonstone grip that cut off his breath. He tried to speak, but only strangled sounds escaped his lips. Nebarra's armor-clad body pinned Taliesin against the cold stone wall, threatening to crush his windpipe.

With a desperate effort, Taliesin managed to gasp "I'm... not...", before his legs gave out. (100)

•

27 . “Or what?” 

Kaidan hung from the damp wall of the abandoned prison, wrists chafed raw by the iron shackles.

"Tell us what you know.", the Justiciar demanded, sparks crackling at the tips of his gloved fingers.

Kaidan's eyes moved from the Thalmor's hands to his face. His gaze hardened with hatred and disgust. Despite the pain that ran through his body, despite his streaked and bloody back, he did not want to give them the pleasure of capitulating.

"Or what?" Kaidan spat, his voice hoarse. "You'll kill me? Do your worst."

Cyrelian's smile widened. "Oh, we will. But you'll talk first." (104)

•

28 . “Say something.”

Lucifer's eyes were vacant, his hands moving mechanically as he placed stones in the construction of the Temple of Miraak on Solstheim. His usual character was replaced by a hollow shell, enthralled by the voice of the First Dragonborn. The group watched in horror, their hearts aching as they saw Lucifer become a mindless worker. Xelzaz rushed forward, grabbing Lucifer's arm, trying to break through the trance. "Lucifer, say something!", he pleaded, concerned. "Please, snap out of it!"

The Argonian continued his work, but from his lips only comes out "...hands once were idle, now through them do I speak..." (102)

•

29 . “I’m so cold.”

Lucien's fever raged, his skin burning hot to the touch even as he shivered uncontrollably. Kaidan had managed to set up a makeshift camp in a cave, to try to bring his temperature down. The others undressed him, dabbing his burning skin with cold water, but Lucien's delirium made him fight against their efforts.

"No, no!" Lucien mumbled, his voice weak but frantic. "I'm so cold... please... so cold..."

Inigo's heart clenched as he held Lucien's shoulders, trying to keep him still. "Lucien, you're burning up. We need to cool you down, or the fever will kill you." (104)

•

30 . “Breathe, damn you!”

The Dragonborn's body lay still on the icy shore, washed up by the waves after they had fallen from the cliff above. Their skin was pale and bluish, all the heat having left their body after having stayed in the freezing sea. Spotting their leader, the group sprinted towards him, their hearts pounding with fear. The Dragonborn was unresponsive, their chest still, no longer breathing.

"Breathe, damn you!", shouted Kaidan, shaking them. Taliesin tore off his gloves, unceremoniously pushed Kaidan away and began performing chest compressions. The chance of saving them was slim, the thermal shock in the icy water may have been fatal. (105)

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And if you want I expand one of all my drabbles into a longer fic, let me know !

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