#can’tbreath

[uncrownedwords]

If my head could pound any louder I would swear it was a door, baring an intruder on the other side. Calling themselves temptation while hiding the knife of intrusive thoughts behind their back with a convincing smile.

07|28|2023|00:50

[anonyippee]

i thought it was over : (

is my nose bleeding or am i just crying

[alburnusgecko]

Ok, I think it’s as done as it’s going to get for now, so here’s gecko’s first journal entry! They’re really going through it in this one tbh (there will be worse in the future, but this one is fairly graphic) sorry if any of the writing’s weird, it’s not something I do often at all!

tw: blood, vomit, pain, choking/asphyxiation, a bit of swearing, some suicidal ideation (vaguely), and please tell me if there’s anything else you think should be mentioned here!

November 9, 2024

Entry written on a small notepad, once long forgotten in somebody’s vest pocket, now in an undisclosed hiding spot in one of the esc basements

—

I don’t know how I’m alive right now. I don’t think I’m supposed to be. Everything feels so, so wrong, I don’t think they should have saved me 

But they did. They saved me so I must be alive for a reason, I hope there’s a reason

I need to write down what happened, I think. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, my head hurts like it’s going to split open and there’s so much blood, I can’tbreathe

[the writing cuts off sharply and there are specks of blood on the paper, smeared like somebody tried to wipe them off. When the writing resumes, it is in a much clearer hand than the first few lines]

Everything felt so slow, at first. Then everything hurt. My skin, muscles, nerves and bones all felt like they were being stabbed by hundreds of needles, like they were being injected with acid. It felt like I was being crushed, like I had no real form, it was all just pain, I couldn’t breathe at all

There was something in me, in my throat, lungs, even in my sinuses. I know they were helping, they were saving me but I didn’t know it then, all I knew was panic and pain and the mud that made me slip and writhe like a crushed worm and I couldn’t move, breathe and it burned and I was dead, I was going to die -

After what felt like forever, I was able to roll onto my side. It felt like my insides were being flushed with bleach as I coughed them up, my whole body heaving until I spat them out in a mess of bile and blood. It felt like an almost unbearable amount of time until I could finally stop choking and just lay there, letting my body take its first rough and bloody breaths.

I eventually could feel my body through the burning, scalpel sharp pain. It was.. wrong. My heart was too slow. The limbs were in the wrong places, I was too small, too thin. Shaped wrong. My teeth didn’t sit right in my jaw. It felt like my body had been twisted and reshaped into something it shouldn’t be - cold, weak and unnatural.

I moved wrong, so fucking wrong as I scrambled out of the mud. Eventually I opened my eyes.

It was bright out. Everything looked fake, somehow. Or maybe too real. I could see the blood and vomit glistening in the mud beneath where I was sprawled, the light catching it in a way I don’t think I was ever supposed to see.

 I could see them, too. The thing that had been choking me. Small, dark, pulsing like a muscle. Sick and wet and disgusting. I reached for them though, so fast that I almost fell back in. I don’t know why. I think they reached for me too.

I’m here now. I found this notepad in my pocket, It’s not the best but it still works for what I need it for. Thought it might be good to have some sort of record that I exist, even if it probably won’t be for long.

They’re still with me, clinging to my hand as I write. They seem a lot smaller when they aren’t strangling me from the inside, and they’re warm and they can move. They’re disgusting. I wonder if they’re a part of me. I don’t think they are but I really don’t know anything, do I? I don’t know why I’m here, why I’m alive, what I am.

I found a path a bit ago, I think if I follow it I might find something. I have to find something, before I change my mind and go back.

[gilderoylockhart]

Yk its a good ad when i watched it 3 times for the cuties

OH I CAN’TBREATHE OHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭 I’M GONA CRY UEUEUEUE THE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[confuzzled-symphony]

feelnauseous can’tbreathe badperson

[gilderoylockhart]

OH MY GOD I CAN’TBREATHE OMGGOGMOGHGG GRGRGAHHH

@apocalyptourism … teheh … :3

[hollywoodsargeant]

literally who runs the official duracell social media bc they are liking my logan sargeant tiktok edits

[asklittlesnot]

I'm so sorry, little angel, but my patience is reaching it's limit...

Those little friends of yours are making this task much more harder than it's supposed to be, so i have no option than to take some risks and quick, drastic measures...

I hope you already packed your things and said goodbye to your so called "friends", because you're coming with me to a place where you can be safe from all the danger and bad influences.

But don't you worry, little one! Because your friends won't miss you a bit, i will make sure of it.

The "phoenix powers" can wait, in the meantime, i will help you remember me, and love me as much as you loved me before~

Now, let's go.

Drastic measures?

he’s gonna kill them all

DON’T PLEASE!

I’ll… I-

breathebreathestrugglebreathe

Please don’t hurt them. I’ll do whatever just promise you won’t hurt them.

please…

can’tbreathe

i just want to keep them safe.

i love you all so much

i love you David Shaw

[jamiemackenziefraser]

All That Was Fair 

Chapter 36: Mr. and Mrs

Summary: As promised… newlywed fluff

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Chapter 36: Mr. and Mrs.

***

Claire was insatiable. The wee thing was on him every second of every day. She would do everything from pouncing on him when he unsuspectingly rounded a corner to jumping into the shower with him. Jamie was obsessed with it, certainly. He was completely besotted and happy to be under her enchantment. Still, he wasn’t always sure he could keep up with her. 

It wasn’t even just the usual or expected touches either. Just when Jamie would begin to forget how strange his lass was— arrogantly thinking he knew her inside and out— she would go on being her quirky self in ways that took him by surprise. 

One such example was the strange but endearing behavior that took place one cozy Saturday…

Jamie was sat on the couch while Claire was tried to wedge her way in directly behind him. Yes, indeed, she was trying to fit her body in the miniscule space between Jamie’s back and the back of the couch while the rest of the couch and numerous chairs— even Jamie’s lap, for crying out loud— were perfectly unoccupied. 

“Claire, mo ghraidh...” Jamie chuckled as he was pushed forward by her body as she worked on wedging herself behind him, “what are ye doin’?” 

“I’m trying to cuddle you, if you’d be so kind as to move forward a bit,” she huffed, struggling in her endeavor. 

“Ye’re half my size and ye want me sittin’ in yer lap?” he laughed. 

“Not in my lap. I don’t have a wish for my legs to be crushed, thank you very much. I just wanted to sit behind you so I could hold you for a bit.” Her voice was strained with the effort of her trying, and failing, to push him forward to give herself enough space to fit. 

But Jamie was having too much fun to simply end it and scooch himself up like she wanted. 

“Any particular reason why ye’re tryin’ so hard tae cuddle me, wee one?” he asked. 

He could feel Claire shooting daggers at the back of his neck as she pushed against his uncooperating shoulders. 

“Well, I like it so much when you come up behind me and hold me that I was trying to be nice, but if you’re going to be stubborn about it...” 

Jamie laughed again and decided he’d better give her the space she needed to fit behind him before she gave up and left him alone altogether. He couldn’t have that. 

Claire gave out a sigh of satisfaction as he moved forward enough for her to slide behind him. As she began to settle in, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms came around his shoulders, and the front of her body pressed flush down the length of his back. 

The cherry on top was when she began pressing kisses to the sensitive spot just behind his ear. 

“Well…” he said, trying not to let on how much her kisses were affecting him, but his voice still came out breathless, “is it everythin’ ye imagined?” 

She hummed against him, nuzzling her nose against the shell of his ear in a way that made his stomach tie itself into knots. 

“It’s nice enough. A little cramped perhaps, but I like having you in my arms.” 

“It was verra thoughtful of ye to offer to be the big spoon, sweet one,” Jamie chuckled, “but I think there are a few flaws in this plan of yers.” 

He could tell he was riling her up. Her body went tense at his words, preparing for a battle. Jamie was torn between tenderness and playfulness— because truly it was terribly adorable that she wanted to do this for him— but he couldn’t resist the temptation to play with her. Now the die had been cast, and his words had alerted her to his feistiness… or maybe it was that she could sense his plotting. Damn empath. 

“What might those be?” she asked warily. 

“Well,” he began, keeping his voice very matter-of-fact, “there’s a few logistical issues. The first being that I’m twice yer size and it would be so easy for me to accidentally crush ye like a wee bug.” 

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he let his body sag back against her as a dead weight. He crushed her down against the couch, and she let out a squeal. 

“Jamie!” she yelped, her voice muffled where her mouth was pressed against his back as a result of her predicament, “ge’off!”

“The second issue is that the couch isna exactly the ideal spot. This kind of cuddling requires space, ye ken.” Even though she couldn’t see him, Jamie tapped his finger against his chin as if thinking hard, enjoying himself immensely. “Perhaps if ye cared to try the bed instead?” 

Her hands— which had previously been wrapped around his shoulders in a loving embrace— were smacking at his chest now, no hint of soft affection from a moment before. 

“Lemmeup,” came her smothered cry, “can’tbreathe!” 

Smirking to himself, he leaned forward, releasing her. 

“What was that?” he asked cheekily over his shoulder. 

“Ye bloody bastard,” Claire was cursing as she struggled out from behind him. Her knees jabbed him in the ribs as she tried to unwrap her legs from his waist to get them back underneath herself enough to escape. 

When she’d finally wrigged out from behind him, she popped out by his side and gave him a death glare. 

“You’re a brute,” she pouted, glaring over at him with dark eyes.

“And ye married me. Ye canna take it back now,” Jamie said cheerily, answering her glower with a beam. 

She crossed her arms, looking very much like a toddler who hadn’t gotten her way. Her lower lip was pushed out in a pout, and Jamie could barely smother the rising urge to kiss it. 

“Just because I’m stuck with you doesn’t mean I don’t regret it.” 

Jamie gave a playfully gesture of being shot in the heart. “Ah, mo nighean donn, ye wound me so.” 

“And you crush me when I’m trying to hold you,” she shot back. 

“Aww, I’m sorry, lass. Come ‘ere, I’ll make it up to ye.” Jamie opened his arms to her, his voice dripping with played up regret. 

Claire stood abruptly, shooting him a smirk over her shoulder. 

“I think I’ll go cuddle with Adso, thank you very much. Maybe then you’ll learn to appreciate what you have.” 

“That’s yer choice…” Jamie dropped his voice to sound serious, “oh, and Claire? One other thing?” 

She stopped in her tracks, turning back to him with a suspicion written clear over her face. 

“What?” 

Jamie stood, looking down at his fingers where he was playing with them in feigned innocence, “there was one more flaw in your plan.” 

“What’s that?” 

She took a step back, already suspecting his misbehavior. 

“I like bein’ the one to hold you far too much.” 

He lunged forward, grabbed her around the waist with both hands and tugging her body against him all in one smooth movement. She was giggling as he did, struggling playfully as he wrestled her to him and held her captive at his front. He walked them both backward until the back of his knees hit the couch and he was able to sit down, bringing Claire down along with him. 

In order to secure her in his lap as she tried to wriggle free, he tightened his arms around her middle, trapping hers underneath. He grinned into her hair, squeezing her. 

“Much better,” he said. 

He pressed kisses down the side of her neck, letting out little hums into the skin until her struggling stopped and Claire went still. Curious to see what she would do, Jamie loosened his arms around her. Not enough to let her get up, but enough so she could maneuver a bit. 

It turned out that what she wanted to do was turn and face him. She shifted within his hold so she straddled him, and the moment they were face-to-face, Jamie would see that her expression had grown soft and her eyes had that far away look in them that they got when she was particularly infatuated. 

“This is rather nice,” she admitted in a murmur as she leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. Then another. 

Jamie nearly laughed out loud. 

His wee faerie. So predictable. She couldn’t resist him holding her any more than Adso could resist the smell of tuna. 

Her kisses were growing more insistent now, beginning to turn heated in a way that was sure to scramble Jamie’s wits at any second. 

“So ye dinna regret marryin’ this brute after all?” Jamie asked, trying to keep up the show and keep his voice steady in the face of the magic of her lips. 

She pulled back, making Jamie’s skin tingle in her absence. “Maybe not so much…” she relented, “I suppose you win this one, Mr. Fraser.” 

“Victory is sweet, Mrs. Fraser.” 

***

Next

[crimsonsheadache]

📱adam and evie

what was my muse’s 5 last sent texts to yours ?

[ evie ]: yo what the fuck was prof peterson even TALKING about today[ evie ]: newt and i are going to the diner. that’s an invite. so don’t act like a fomo bitch if i post something on my ig stories 🙄[ evie ]: you paid that much for something that ugly ? 😷[ evie ]: party at kappa[ evie ]: i may not show it 💯 but you rly be giving me brain damage tho 😶

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts to yours ?

[ evie ]: can u pick me up too fuckinf drunk rn[ evie ]: can’t. calling my mom tonight.[ evie ]: come over[ evie ]: i feel like i can’tbreathe and idk wehre i am[ evie ]: ykw??? nvm. go fuck yourself.

what was my muses last snapchat to yours ?

[ snapchat to adam 💀 ]: newt literally just ate 4 sandwiches, where are u

what my muse saved your number as ?

ugh 🙄

what contact photo my muse has set for yours ?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours ?

idfwy by big sean

how many times my muse has called yours this week ?

one.

how many calls has my muse missed from yours ?

none.

[stargate365]

[SG-1] 7.17: Heroes (1/2)

??? What is happening...?

Why is there a cameraman in the Briefing Room?

Hoo boy. He’s gonna be a pain, isn’t he. Oh no, Don’t bring the President into this. Not when George has his Red Phone.

Jack doesn’t have time for this shit. Sam is not happy with being mic’d. Sam doesn’t want a pedestal, you idiot.

Daniel is busy... and his pager is going off. Run Daniel, Run!! Run run run as fast as you can! Hehehe.

“Why were we running?” “Oh! Well... I just wanted to see if you’d chase me.” Lol. Daniel I love you, you little shit.

Hi Bill!! Oh dear... Sargeant are you going to be okay...?

Teal’c and his safety goggles.

The fire extinguisher! “It’s fine... see, he does that all the time.” :D

Oh... it’s Adam Baldwin... I love him. :D 

“Bosworth is disqualified for being a smart ass”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the little buggers to death.”

Lol. He got his ruins after all!! “I win!”

Daniel is just as confused with this line of questioning as I am.

Ohmygod. Teal’c’s pokerface. #Can’tBreathe

“Oh, Dr. Jackson is gonna die when he sees this. “What? Again?”

Colonel Dixon’s “I wouldn’t paint the room blue just yet” is telling. :D

Nerd running for his life, oh shit, what did you do bro?

Oh joy... why are we letting Kinsey on the show? He’s an asshat. Jack... Jack, I love you. It’s only slander if it isn’t true Kinsey. Jack isn’t going to vote for you...

*jack starts swearing* “UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION”

Oh, you did not just go there!!!

Jack is e s c a p i n g

Sam... Sam... you’re babbling... STAPH!

WALTER!! :D YOU ARE DOING AN AMAZING JOB!!

Ugh. Go away. Daniel is busy packing...

Ey! Sam is brilliant!! :D

“Uh-oh.” That’s never good....

Oh. Oh dear. EVACUATE! NOW!

Oh hell. I think Wells is dead... Belinski, get your ass gone. 

Janet is not happy to be discussing Jack’s medical record... there’s no way Jack said yes to this.

Oh, okay, Wells is currently alive. That’s good. Bellinski looks beyond freaked out.

‘Grace Under Pressure’ is actually a very apt descriptior for Janet.

Janet very slyly bringing up how Cassie is an alien. :D

Daniel and Sam are blaming themselves... 

To be continued...

[pcrfide]

His days are no longer regular things.

Hours no longer regulated by the quick-flash of cameras and the hop-skip of public relations nightmares that creeped into his brain as he tried to route circles around them and shove them under rugs and around walls to keep Overwatch (and Blackwatch) breathing for just one more day.

Instead, now- they’re filled with the scent of plasma munitions again, and pulse fire. The sound of his own breath as he sprints down crumbling alleyways and over the edges of dead-ends. It’s the scent of blood- both his own and others’. The feeling of pain in his joints from overwork and overuse, in his knuckles and up his arm. 

The back of his neck and in his head from clawing and fighting out of nightmares and he can’t breathecan’tbreatheCAN’TBREATHE—

It’s the feeling of the sun trying to creep through the afternoon smog of whatever city he finds himself in- he usually forgets by the end of the day, coughing through either dust or pollution as it tears tiny claws into the frayed edges of his lungs. Sometimes he lucks up, and he winds up in smaller towns and hamlets where he can still see skies as blue as the ones in his childhood.

His days are no longer regular things, scheduled to the teeth with no room for variety- but he’d trade it all back, for just one more day.

And an apology. 

[ironsguilt]

@rebelpuff​ replied to your post “   i’m fucking cry laughign because i’m filling my queue w replies rn...”

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I CAN’TBREATH E HJDAGHSKJDKGLJDVHLHK

[prisoner-no-34]

A Poem from a prisoner...

#heartbreak #Can’tbreathe

[achieveintegrativehealth]

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[fightingevilhard]

I can’tbreathe