#hostage deaths

[briteredoctober]

For everyone who keeps saying “wHaT aBoUt ThE hOsTaGeS?!?! ReLeAsE tHe HoStAgEs!!1!”

[hussyknee]

Not surprised but also

TWENTY THOUSAND PEOPLE WERE MURDERED FOR THIS.

"We made an oopsie while shooting at all the other unarmed people trying to run away."

[destielmemenews]

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[pandadrake]

Just a couple of dudes cursed with really broad shoulders.

This is Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[mylittlecrow]

i will never shut up about jon promising to protect sansa in 6x09 and then the parallel of lyanna begging ned to promise to protect jon IN THE NEXT EPISODE. something something “if the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to chose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other what would he do?” and we KNOW ned picked love. ned loved his sister so much he lied to his king and bff to protect jon. ned loved his daughter so much he sacrificed his honor and duty to the realm and lied to protect sansa.

the writers intentionally put sansa at the center of jon and dany’s conflict. sansa’s not in king’s landing during the battle in 8x05 or 8x06 but she still haunts the narrative, her name is brought up by FOUR different characters. jon was ready to die if dany saw him as a threat to the throne. “i'm tired of fighting it’s all i've done since i left home.” and the only way to get through to him and to get him to fight again and to kill dany is to mention sansa and how she’ll never be safe with dany around. “if we don’t take back the north we’ll never be safe i want you to help me but i'll do it myself if i have to.”

and sansa is so used to being alone. she spent months waiting for robb to rescue her from king's landing, and it never happened. robb chose the north, his duty, over her. and she's beaten for the north's independence and then sold to two different families who stole the north from her. and then she finally finds help in theon and brienne and podrick but she doesn't feel completely safe again until she's in jon's arms. but even then she's still ready for more disappointment, to be separated from her family again because “life is not a song” and “there are no heroes.” but jon isn’t robb. “jon isn’t tormund. jon isn’t davos, or the red woman, or stannis for that matter. jon is jon.”

“where will you go? where will we go. i won’t ever let him touch you again. we need to trust each other. until i return the north is yours. touch my sister and i’ll kill you myself. what you did for her is the only reason i’m not killing you. i’m her family too. what about everyone else? what about the other people who think they know what’s good? i’ll protect you, i promise. no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.” but jon proves her wrong, he can protect her. he will keep her safe. because when his day comes and he has to chose between love and duty, he chooses her. there still are heroes in her story and their story isn't over yet.

[keferon]

Isn’t Vortex a fucking torture freak tho? 👀👀👀

Yep. He is. He is a lot of things actually. The more you learn about him the more fucked up it gets

[st4rking]

tfw you, as a mind reader, have to team up with a man who thinks too much

Slight spoilers in tags

[chaiaurchaandni]

news on the hostage situation:

palestinian islamic jihad's spokesman says they are willing to release two israeli hostages (a woman and a boy) on humanitarian grounds. he suggested that the woman needs medical help that cannot be currently provided in Gaza and the boy will be released on account of his young age - despite the fact that hundreds of Palestinian women and children are not only held hostage, but tortured and denied basic human rights (lack medical help, denied access to lawyers/family members, held without charge, tried in military courts) in israeli occupation prisons.

reminder that resistance factions have previously released 4 israeli/foreign hostages on purely humanitarian grounds, despite israel's continuous bombing of Gaza. simultaneously, israeli bombing has killed several israeli hostages in Gaza. israel refused to accept the freed hostages and when one of them gave a statement that seemed to contain a few words of appreciation for the resistance, the israelis also tried intimidating the hospital that the freed hostage was treated at for allowing her to hold a press conference without being briefed by israeli govt first

before anyone says some idiotic bs like 'all hostages should be released': afaik, only civilian hostages will be released on humanitarian grounds. hostages who are iof pigs will only be released through a prisoner exchange that frees Palestinian hostages in israel. remember that israel once released 1000+ Palestinian hostages in return for 1 iof pig (look up gilad shalit). the best course of action to free israeli hostages is an ALL FOR ALL prisoner exchange - which has been suggested by palestinian resistance as well as protested for by families of israeli hostages. netanyahu rejected this proposal.

[tutterypuff]

also, everyone is talking about how Simon has this huge capacity for empathy this this and that about how empathy is so integral to his character as if this guy didn't just spend the first two episodes of this show torturing a goose to death

[gaycragula]

Hello there

Please could i request a child male reader (around 9-12, maybe younger idk you can choose) x 141. Platonic obv. Reader is being held hostage for reasons and they have to go on a rescue mission. When reader is saved he’s scared of them all except ghost who he just clings onto LMAO

cheers mate 🙏

Lost and Found

Pairing: 141 x Child Male Reader (Platonic!!!!) Warning(s): Heavy implication of parent death, politician family, child reader, locked in a basement, he gets fed i promise, i have no idea how the military works, angst? Word Count: 2069 Masterlist

The walls were an ugly, cracks running along them, and you’re sure there was mold growing in one of the corners. The only light in the room was a small lightbulb in the center of the room that was rarely left on. The only door leading out of the room was locked from the outside. You’re not sure you exactly wanted to leave the room. Not with the heavy thumps of feet that stomped through the first floor of the home.

It was a nice summer day when it happened. You’d just finished a nice dinner with your parents when the sirens began to blare. The sound cut your ears and you covered your ears, trying to block out the noise. You were whisked out of your chair by your dad before  you could get up yourself.

Hushed words were shared between your parents as they rushed through the home to the basement. Your father’s grip was tight on you as he toted you down the stairs, your mother right on his heels. 

Dad set you down in a corner, trying to keep you out of direct sight of the stairs. He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, your mother doing the same. 

“Be good and stay here,” your mom whispers, giving you a pained smile. Her lip quivered as she pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Mom and Dad love you. We always will.”

. Then, they left you, footsteps receding back up the stairs into the home. You heard the door shut and a silent darkness covered you. The silence only lasted for a moment. 

Something crashed upstairs and loud bangs made you cover your ears again. You curled further into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. More crashing and something heavy hitting the ground sounded before it fell silent again. It was over… right?

The basement door slammed open and you gave a full body flinch. A flurry of steps rocketed down the stairs. Way too many to be just your parents. 

Five or six men came into your sightline. Each of them looked like they were armed to the teeth and it sent a jolt of fear through you. These men just ran through your house. Where your parents were. Where were your parents? 

They scoured the basement, flashlights leading their guns as they searched. For what? You weren’t quite sure but you hoped they would just look over you. The fear surging through your body was almost unbearable. It was hard to breathe, each breath fighting to force its way out silently. You tried to stay hidden for as long as possible but their flashlights soon exposed you.

They said something you couldn’t understand before moving on and returning upstairs when they finished. You heard the faint click of the lock to the basement and you were left in the basement by yourself again. You tried to fight the tears that began falling down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself. It wasn’t a very long fight and your face soon became wet with your tears. It hit you then that you’d probably never see your parents again.

It had been a week since it had happened. The men would leave food for you at the top of the stairs. You spent the majority of your days sitting under the light in the room, playing whatever you could find. Trying to distract your mind. You were suddenly happy your parents kept a chunk of toys down in the basement for storage.

Totes of toy cars that you pretended to race with, some toy dinosaurs you’d gotten years ago, left forgotten in the basement until now. There were planks of wood you’d dragged over that you drew on with some chalk your parents kept down there. The chalk worked well on the walls as well.

Drawings littered the small walls of the basement. Cars and dinosaurs littered the floor. Your house.. Your home, your family. Where did it all go?

You’ve tried to talk to the men on multiple occasions but they only either looked at you with disdain or spoke in a language you couldn’t understand. 

On the eighth day of the occupation, you heard those loud bangs and the shouts of men again. You started crying again, you didn’t even have a chance to try to stop it as you scrambled  back into a corner in the room again, hopefully out of sight. Out of mind.

It felt like ages before the house fell silent again. You heard the doorknob wiggle, muffled voices coming from the otherside. Light filtered into the basement as the door creaked open. “After you, Sergeant,” a gruff voice huffs, a hint of teasing to the tone.

A short laugh followed the words before steps were coming down the stairs again, flashlights dancing over the walls as they descended. “Ohhhh hell, look at this, LT,” a second voice whispers, a light lingering on the drawings on the wall. Silence fell again as the sound of more boots started down the stairs, flashlights whipping around the room before one fell on your form. 

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Clearing the home was easy. The bastards inside weren’t expecting an attack for a while. A home far outside any city line would surely work as a temporary base, right?

They thought so at least. So when the Scotsman barged through the door followed by six others, the occupants weren’t prepared. The firefight was short. The men inside scrambling to get to their weapons as fast as possible. 

It was Roach who’d noticed the door to the basement, calling over the rest of the team. “What d’ya thinks down there?” Soap chuckles as Ghost takes a hand at picking the lock. “More guys? Prisoners they been keepin’?”

“If I had to take a guess, probably prisoners. Family who lived here was big in the political field here. Probably kept them as hostages for ransom,” Price says, gesturing for two of the guys to stand guard at the front and back doors. 

The door clicked open and slowly swung open with a nasty creak. “After you, Sergeant,” Ghost huffs, nudging the Scotsman forward. Soap let out a short laugh before starting into the dimly lit basement. Ghost close behind him. Soap’s flashlight scanned the floors and walls. He noticed dinosaurs and cars littering the floor around the bottom of the stairs. He initially thought nothing of it. They knew a young kid lived here. 

He was almost to the bottom as his light scanned over a big drawing of a home and a family of three drawn in chalk. 

He felt his heart drop at the image. Soap was no master in chalk or anything, but the drawing looked pretty new. “Ohhh hell, look at this LT,” he says, nudging the other. Ghost went rigid for a second before gesturing back up the stairs for the other three to come down quickly. 

Flashlights scoured the basement, Soap wandering towards the darkest part of the basement. His light danced over the stone floor before the body of a little boy was illuminated.

“Over here,” Soap calls out, almost missing the way the kid jerked in response to his words. Soap handed Price his gun before crouching down next to the boy. Your eyes were locked onto him, tear stains evident on your cheeks and fear clouding your eyes. “We’re here to help ya,” Soap says, trying to offer his hand to you.

“Back off the kid, Soap,” Ghost mutters. “He’s scared shitless.”

Soap let out a quiet, barely audible sigh as he stood back up and stepped back to join the rest of his team. 

Your eyes shot from man to man. Your breath was heavy in your chest and you could hear yourself wheezing because of it. “Where are my parents?” You almost sobbed. Your voice was hoarse, throat tight as you waited for an answer.

The men felt their hearts drop at the pure pain in your voice. This kid, no older than 11 or 12 had his life turned upside down in a matter of fifteen minutes just a week ago. 

It was Ghost who made the first, well technically second, advance towards you, much to the surprise of the rest of the team. Just as surprising was the way you sat up to be face to face with him as he crouched down. 

He pulled a small picture out of pocket and handed it to you. It was a picture of your parents and yourself that you’d never seen before. “I don’t know where your parents are, but I do know that if you remain here, you’ll never find them,” Ghost spoke lowly. Just loud enough for you to hear. 

You nodded in understanding, shoving the picture in your pocket as Ghost stood up. He went to turn back to the team but paused when your hand grabbed his. You avoided his gaze when he looked back at you but didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he picked you up and maneuvered you onto his back. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, laying your head down on his back.

Ghost turned towards his team who were all gawking at the scene before them. “Get goin’ and quit starin’ at me like that,” he huffs, nodding towards the stairs before turning to speak to Roach, Gaz, and Soap. “Get the kid some clothes and we’re gettin’ out of here.”

“Aye, L.T,” Soap almost stutters, pushing Roach and Gaz towards the stairs. Price chuckled to himself before heading up the stairs after the three, rounding up the other two that he’d stationed up there. 

“What’s your name?” Ghost hears you ask quietly.

“They call me Ghost,” the man answers as he heads up the stairs. He felt you nod against his back and you fell silent for a moment. “What’s your name?”

You tell him your name, which he already knew but he wasn’t going to tell you that. That started a short and quiet conversation between the two of you. You asked how long he’d been in the military, where he was from, what his family was like and Ghost answered you and asked you the same questions in return. 

It was a stark contrast to what the 141 was used to. Ghost was generally quiet on these kinds of missions. “It’s gotta be the kid,” Gaz whispers to Soap who nods in agreement. 

“Yeah but what about this kid is different from others we’ve found?” Soap whispers back, rubbing his jaw as he watched you and Ghost interact. Gaz shrugged in response before Roach chimed in.

“Maybe he reminds him of a family member? Younger brother or nephew?” Roach suggests and it was like a lightbulb went off in the other two’s heads.

“That’s gotta be it,” Soap nods. “Does anyone know anythin’ ‘bout his family?” 

Gaz and Roach shake their heads and Soap sighs. He opened his mouth to say something else, stopping when he saw Ghost shoot a look over his shoulder at him.

“Quit chattin’. Be on guard. We’re still in hostile territory,” Price mutters, ignoring the noise of complaint the three made before begrudgingly doing what they were told.

It was your first time on an aircraft. You were glued to Ghost’s side, eyes locked on the floor in front of you. Soap had tried to get your attention a couple times to no avail. If you did make eye contact with him, you were quick to look away as quick as possible. 

The others didn’t have much luck either. Roach had tried to speak to you while Ghost was carrying you and all you’d done was bury your face into the fabric of Ghost’s shirt. 

Price had been the most outward about it, asking to actually carry you so give Ghost a break. That was the only time you’d spoken to anyone besides Ghost. “No,” was all that came from your mouth as you shook your head. Ghost had chuckled and told Price he was good to carry you the whole way.

Ghost had given you his hand to basically ‘play’ with. You braided his fingers, bending them and whatever else you could do to keep your mind calm. The rest of the team couldn’t keep the smiles off their faces at the sight.

Who would’ve guessed. The big bad Ghost had actually a big softie.

[dol--blathanna]

I've already spoke in length about Orym's self-sacrificial tendencies in my 'Orym is a rabbit' post, but don't think I've forgotten about Miss Horse Girl giving Iphigenia vibes over here I just have some concerns about Imogen, whether willingly or forced, becoming a vessel for Predathos (you know, the same entity that Orym tried to comprehend for a single heartbeat and began screaming uncontrollably, had to be cradled like an infant by the Wildmother while he sobbed, and now something inside of him is irreversibly broken). Like I just think that letting an eldritch monster of hunger and oblivion possess you is maybe not a great idea?

One is a rabbit pushing his head willingly into the snare, the other is an ancient Greek princess about to be sacrificed on the altar so the war may continue, and I am asking them both very nicely to Please Stop That and Not Die 🙏💕

[serickswrites]

would you do an alternate ending to “whumpee, the hostage”? where whumpee survives and caretaker gets to apologise to and comfort whumpee? pleaseeee

Hello, Anon! I think you are wanting a sequel to this piece? (At least I hope you are). Please enjoy!

Part 1

Warnings: hostage situation, gunshot, blood, wounds, bleeding out, temporary character death, cpr, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

"WHUMPEE!" Caretaker screamed again as their knees gave out. "NOOOO!" They cried as the two uniformed officers held them. Caretaker clutched at their sleeves. "NO!" They were too late. They were right there. Whumpee was right there. They had failed.

Chaos erupted around Caretaker. Multiple shouts and gunshots rang out. People ran around Caretaker and into the bank. But it didn't matter. Caretaker had failed. Caretaker had failed when it had counted the most.

"GET EMS!" Someone shouted. "WE HAVE AN OFFICER DOWN!"

Officer down? Caretaker's head jerked up, their heart pounding. Did that mean?

"EMS STAT! OFFICER DOWN!" The voice repeated.

Caretaker didn't hesitate. They got up on wobbly legs and surged forward. No one stopped them from running into the bank, everyone was too distracted with managing the hostages and bank robbers. They froze as they saw several medics crouched around a prone figure. Whumpee.

"Pressure's dropping," one medic called out.

"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Another replied.

"We're losing them!"

Caretaker stumbled forward. Whumpee. This wasn't happening. Whumpee hadn't died. Whumpee couldn't die. "Whumpee," they said softly as they could finally see Whumpee's face.

Whumpee's features were slack, their face pale. They lay in a pool of their blood, surrounded by medics and other officers. Caretaker could see the bullet wound in their chest. Had the wound been any further to the left, Whumpee would have died instantly when they were shot. As it was, Caretaker wasn't sure how Whumpee was still alive.

"Starting compressions," the first medic said as they began to pump Whumpee's chest.

"Please, Whumpee," Caretaker whispered. "Please don't leave me."

"Give them space," someone said, grabbing Caretaker's arm.

"This is Whumpee's partner. Let them through," someone else said.

Caretaker suddenly found themself just outside the circle of medics, staring down at Whumpee's body. "Please, Whumpee, please don't leave me," they repeated.

"Gotcha!" The first medic said triumphantly. "Let's get them to the hospital before they crash again."

Caretaker was pulled along by one of the medics as the others raced Whumpee out the door. "You're their partner, right? Come with us. You can fill the hospital in on all the information they'll need."

The world felt like it had tilted on its axis and it was all Caretaker could do to keep upright. Some part of them distantly recognized that they were probably in shock, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Whumpee stay alive.

Somehow, Caretaker found themself sitting at Whumpee's bedside hours later. Whumpee was alive. And would live. The sounds of the heart monitor was a comfort to Caretaker. Whumpee had died. And had nearly stayed dead. And would have died with the last thing Caretaker said to them being horrible.

"I'm sorry I said all those things to you, Whumpee," Caretaker whispered as they took Whumpee's hand in theirs. "I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. You're not incompetent. You're brilliant. You're amazing. You're the most wonderful person I have ever met. And I was terrified to lose you. I am terrified to lose you.

"I'm terrified to lose you, Whumpee, because I love you. I love you so much. I love you so much and I haven't said anything in case you don't feel the same way. In case you don't love me. But," Caretaker's voice broke, "seeing you lying there on the floor, I realized I never said anything. And I couldn't stand the thought of you dying without knowing how loved you are. So, even if you don't feel the same way, Whumpee. I love you. With every fiber of my being."

Caretaker brushed Whumpee's bangs off their forehead. "And I realize that it's easy to say this while you're unconscious. But, I'll never stop saying this to you. I'll never stop telling you how precious to me you are. How much I need you. Because I love you.

"And so, love, I'll wait here as long as it takes for you to wake. Because I don't want to spend a moment away from you. Not when you were nearly ripped from me before I could tell you how much I love you."

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@edutainer2022

[knight-in-heels]

It's possible to mourn characters, cry about them, miss them, and not spew hate at the authors just because you don't agree with the way they told their story.

That seems childish, that is the way toddlers react when you don't do exactly what they want. Please look at what you're doing. Please look at what you're destroying. And whose hands you're playing into.

Not agreeing with how a story went down doesn't mean it's bad and worth hating.

Is this what you want THIS show's legacy to be? Is this the reaction you want the studios to see? Talking about boycotting because you don't agree with an author's decision? Because you're sad? We're all sad. That's the point.

But is this the message you want us, as a fandom, to send the studios out there? "Don't bother making any more of this"? Because they will GLEEFULLY take you up on it.

And for what?

[raayllum]

what's that you say? rayla's going to get injured? and callum is going to hand the cube over to aaravos in order to save her? he's going to do dark magic, knowing it'll corrupt him forever? and let aaravos possess him? and put her over the greater good while being willing to likewise virtually kill himself? because he 'promised' he'd make a sacrifice, but didn't promise what he'd sacrifice? because saving rayla will always be 'the right thing to do' to him? only for rayla to stop at nothing to get him back, because if he broke his promise she can break hers? aka CHET and mutual salvation theory with the highest stakes and most direct handovers? yeah. yeah <3

[lgbtlunaverse]

While rereading mdzs I am once again shocked by how talked about the "you were the only mistake he ever made" line from Lan Xichen to Wei Wuxian is and how heated it gets some people because honestly... I don't think he actually even believes that.

Stay with me. Look at the actual line. (I Included 2 translations for comparison's sake)

Firstly, yes he is mad at Wei Wuxian in this scene. But his biggest moment of anger was actually before this. By this point he's realized that Wei Wuxian forgot what happened after nightless city (and therefore ISN'T stringing along his baby brother on purpose) so he has in fact calmed down a bit.

Secondly, notice that he starts by talking about how his uncle felt. This is not Lan Xichen making a value statement about what he thinks. When he says Lan Wangji was proper and righteous he is talking about him being a model lan, he's talking about their family and clan's perspective of Wangji. Indeed, in their eyes, Wei Wuxian is the only time Lan Wangji was ever not the textbook perfect Lan.

Thirdly, what is Lan Xichen trying to say here? What is he mad at Wei Wuxian for? It's that he doesn't know Lan Wangji is in love with him. His anger is eased by realizing Wei Wuxian doesn't remember the very blatant confessions lwj made in the cave after nightless city, or Lan Wangji fighting his own clan elders for Wei Wuxian, and so had no way of knowing the whipmarks on Lan Wangji's back were related to him. But he is still mad, he still thinks Wei Wuxian should have been able to figure it out. So what does he highlight?

The fact that the only thing Lan Wangji, perfect model-Lan righteous Lan Wangji, ever defies his clan for is Wei Wuxian.

And Wei Wuxian has seen him do this! Even if he doesn't remember this one instance. Because Lan Wangji has been doing that the whole story through. Wei Wuxian has watched Lan Wangji blatantly stand against the entire cultivation world for him, and here Lan Xichen is highlighting just how unusual that is, how much Wei Wuxian must mean to Lan Wangji that he's willing to do that. The important part of the sentence here is not "mistake" it's "only."

Lan Xichen here isn't trying to say that he disapproves of Wei Wuxian, or telling him to stay away from his brother. Remember, the thing that made him mad in the first place was Wei Wuxian saying that he and Lan Wangji slept in seperate rooms. He thought they were together! He's mad because they're not!

At no point does Lan Xichen say he individually considers Lan Wangji's feelings for Wei Wuxian a mistake. If he ever did, it's clear he accepted them regardless long ago. Mistake or not, what he wants is for his little brother to be happy.