#27 june 2024

[northgazaupdates]

27 June 2024

Journalist Hamza Hammad shares an update from colleague Ali Abu Shahab in Shuja’iyya. Ali reports absolute chaos and horror in the eastern Gaza City neighborhood. Occupation military vehicles advance while drones and warplanes bomb civilian homes. Civilians are attempting to flee, but have nowhere to go. No “evacuation” corridor has been established by the IOF, and terrified displaced civilians are running frantically through the streets. People are panicking, and the dead and dying remain where they fell in the roads.

[sunshineandlyrics]

🌱 Louis being one with nature, Glastonbury, 27 June 2024.

[louiswearbook]

Louis Tomlinson taking pictures with fans at Glastonbury | 27 June 2024

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[theneonpier]

Press rewind and start again I wanna play that scene when we first met Slow down time to watch you walking over, over, over

Silver screen perfection, golden earrings, and hazel eyes You were staring back at me; glowing in the night Calling all attention, I was overtaken by surprise Now your face is all I see, when I turn out the light

Lay awake till the sun comes up thinking through every word that you said I could wait forever just to hear your voice in my head

Press rewind and start again I wanna play that scene when we first met Slow down time to watch you walking over, over, over Cast myself the leading role before it fades out to a life alone Don't wait magic hour's almost over, over, over

I can hear myself, stumbling over those lousy lines You were waiting patiently, laughing as I tried On the day you left I told you I would look for the signs Now your face is all I see, in darkness and in light

Lay awake till the sun comes up thinking through every word that you said I could wait forever just to hear your voice again, voice again My mistake, I was caught up wishing that you would be here but instead I'll wait forever just to hear your voice in my head

Press rewind and start again, I wanna Play that scene when we first met Slow down time to watch you walking over, over, over Cast myself the leading role before it fades out to a life alone Don't wait magic hour's almost over, over, over

Press rewind and start again, I wanna Play that scene when we first met Slow down time to watch you walking over, over, over Cast myself the leading role before it fades out to a life alone Don't wait magic hour's almost over, over, over

[tactician]

if any of you are interested: the steam versions of the dragon age games are all on sale up until june 27!

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY, OLIVER STARK!!!

[thelifeofniy]

[wiiildflowerrr]

27 June 2024

[ldshadowdoodles]

[218] Off to the next adventure!

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[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Herigast, Erupting Nullkite

[serickswrites]

Or What?

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, defiant whumpee

"You are going to do exactly as I say, when I say it. You are going to give me exactly what I want, Whumpee," Whumper sneered as they stared up into Whumpee's eyes.

They had Whumpee suspended from the rafters, the cuffs tight around Whumpee's wrists. Whumpee stood on tiptoe to keep the weight off their shoulders and wrists as much as possible. Whumpee bled freely from their nose, a few cuts on their arms and chest, and they had lost their footing more than once.

Whumpee spat a gob of blood at Whumper's feet. "Or what?"

Whumper's eyes narrowed. "Or this will pale in comparison to the pain that is in store for you."

Whumpee considered a moment. They grinned, though it was more of a baring of their bloody teeth. "I don't think I will."

Whumper backhanded Whumpee, sending Whumpee swinging through the air. Whumpee shrieked before quickly regaining their feet. "You will. They always do."

"Well, I'm not most people. And I will never, ever give you what you want."

With a roar, Whumper reached for the closest torture implement they could use to hurt Whumpee. "You will regret this, Whumpee! You will give me what I want and then you will beg me to end it all!" And they swung out at Whumpee with the long, sharp blade they gripped tightly.

[northgazaupdates]

27 June 2024

Journalist Sa’ed Al-Zaneen reports that Kamal Adwan Hospital is once again completely out of service after fuel for the power generators ran out, further jeopardizing the lives of thousands of sick and injured patients

[sunshineandlyrics]

Which is Louis? Which is Tommy?

Glastonbury, 27 June 2024.

[yandere-wishes]

NEW CRUSH UNLOCK!!! OMG GUYS GO WHAT BOY KILLS WORLD!!! It is so good, I'm obsessed!! Bill Skarsgård HAS MY HEART!! I can't wait to see him in Crow and Nosferatu!!

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Days 6, 8, 18, 27, 28, alt prompt

“They don’t care about you.” | Abandoned | Chair | Headache | “Or what?” | Defiance | Gag | “You poor thing.”

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Contains: bound, gagged, blindfold, threats, betrayal

WC: 1080

A curse that needs breaking

The food taster was submerged in darkness.

He knew, in reality, he was bound, gagged, and blindfolded . . . but with the dregs of the sedative poison still coursing through him, he felt like he’d fallen into a pool of nothingness.

Perhaps a pool of nothingness would have been preferable.

He recoiled when the black cloth was ripped away, groaning as a sudden onslaught of light burned his eyes. The headache which had already been pounding away at his skull before he was arrested—and then drugged and abducted—magnified tenfold.

“Poor thing,” said a woman’s voice. It was calm, serpentine, and imbued with a sense of of unspeakable cruelty. “He looks terribly confused.”

Confused was one way to describe it. The food taster stared at the two figures in front of him, who he’d only seen from afar during the royal ball: the queen and the crown prince.

“What’s going on?” he demanded. A thick knot of fabric pressed against his tongue, muffling his words. “Let me go!”

The prince’s eyes glittered. “Let you go? Or what?” He snorted. “What will you do to me, cursebreaker?”

The food taster jerked furiously against the rope binding him to a stiff wooden chair, more questions trying to spill out, each one garbled and fruitless.

“I’ll take that out,” said the prince calmly, watching him struggle with amusement, “if you promise to behave. I know it might be difficult for a peasant to act civilized, but I’ll ask that you at least try.”

The food taster’s muscles stilled.

How did the prince know where he had come from? Where could he possibly have learned?

The ghost of gold links brushed his skin; the phantom of blood-red lips grazed his.

Oh.

“You look distressed, boy,” said the queen. “Trust me, things are only going to get worse if you don’t cooperate.”

Cooperate with what, exactly?

“I can take it from here, Mother,” the prince said, his voice stiff. “No need to . . . subject yourself to what comes next.”

“Do you think I’m squeamish, my son?” Her eyes, silvery-grey, snapped. “Weak?”

The prince bowed. “Not at all . . . Your Majesty.”

Appeased, the queen slipped away. The prince sauntered forward to tug the gag from the food taster’s mouth. “You’re fully awake, yes?”

The food taster eyed him warily. “Unfortunately.” He tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the rope. “Are you going to tell me why I’m here?”

The prince’s eyes narrowed. “How easy it is to tell you’re nothing more than a farmer. No one’s ever taught you how to speak to royalty.”

Bristling, the food taster suppressed a reminder that the man in front of him had once been as common as he was. “What was the point of arresting me if it wasn’t even real?”

“Oh, it was real enough.” The prince shrugged. “You stole my charm, after all. And . . .” His smile grew more feral. “And broke right through the magic on the south gate. Didn’t you?”

Cursebreaker  . . .

“That wasn’t me,” he tried, and the prince burst into a dark laugh.

“Don’t try any of that. I know what you can do.” He dangled something from his fingers—a gold chain. The food taster flinched as he realized what it was . . . and who it had come from.

“She . . . she works for you?” he asked dully.

Another sinister chuckle. “We’ll call it that.”

Again, he felt the fairylike brush of her kiss. “She . . .”

Hadn’t danced with him and listened to him ramble on because she wanted to, hadn’t cared about a damn thing he said. And that strange, sudden kiss? It had meant nothing.

She’d spooled him in, waiting for the information the prince wanted—knowing all the while her betrayal was nigh.

“Ah,” said the prince, eyeing him. “She told me, you know. The dance, the kiss. I’m almost sorry for sending the little slut after you. But  . . .” He smirked. “It seems to have worked.”

The food taster looked away, his face burning.

“Now. Let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me.”

“For you?” the food taster repeated. “I don’t think so.” The burn of torn skin chafing against rough rope seared through his wrists as he twisted them again.

The prince sighed. “Are you sure? If you do as I say, you might live another day. That power of yours is remarkably useful.”

“So I’ve heard,” he ground out. “Why would I help someone who does . . .” He tried to wrench himself free. The chair tipped slightly before settling back on the floor. “This?”

“It’s not much,” said the prince. “Merely a curse that needs breaking.”

The food taster blinked. “What?”

The curse-maker, needing a curse destroyed?

Holding up his hand, the prince said, “Family relationships can be so . . . fraught. You’re rather lucky your parents sold you off when they did.”

The food taster caught it then: the heavily disguised scent of an old curse, drifting from a ring on the prince’s finger.

“You see, I come by my gifts honestly,” said the prince tightly. “So. You’ll break this miserable piece of metal right off me. Then, you’ll prepare a poison. A lethal one.”

The food taster couldn’t breathe. “For . . . ?”

“For my mother.” The prince’s eyes gleamed. “And then I’ll take the throne, at long last.” He took a step toward the food taster. “But I can’t do any of that until this curse is gone.”

“No.” There was no thought, no question. “I won’t.” Using his gifts to orchestrate a murder?

He couldn’t.

“Perhaps you need time to consider your options,” said the prince. The food taster grunted as the gag was shoved back into his mouth. “I’ll leave you a while. I’m confident you’ll see sense—make the choice that’s best for you. And your friend, if he doesn’t simply abandon you here. Your poor peasant parents, even. I’m sure they miss their son. Perhaps they’d like a reunion?”

The veiled threat forced out a cry of horror, making the food taster choke on the cloth as it was tightly retied behind his head.

“I wonder. Would they be proud of the kind, selfless man you’ve become?”

Terror washing over him with a ferocity like he’d never felt before, he could only roar a garbled, “Hey!”

But the door was already closing.

The prince and his curse were gone.

He was alone, utterly at the mercy of his captor, and—if he wanted to survive the night, as it was rapidly becoming clear he very well might not—without much of a choice in his fate at all.

June of Doom Masterlist

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Dublin, Ireland, 27 June 2024