Hope for the 'Verse

I hate it when I talk wistfully about the ancient world and then people are like “you wouldn’t survive back then” yeah obviously I would die immediately but do you think achilles would be able to survive in the modern world if he had to send one polite email? no

congrats to these people on being funnier than me on my own fucking post

fucker! we wanted to trek those

hi, found family trope has cured me.

ohhh zoe and wash are so cute what the fuck

Jack + Being Raised in a Barn Bunker

we expected nothing less… {x}

Okay mock executions are fucking terrifying I have not seen nearly enough of them in the whump community.

Whumpee who knows they’re going to die the next week/day/few hours and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. The panic and desperation with no outlet. They claw at their restraints and throw themself at the door to their cell, uncaring as bruises bloom across their skin, or as blood begins to build up underneath their nails. They’re willing to sacrifice everything for the futile, fleeting hope of escape. They scream and beg until their voice goes hoarse even though there’s no one nearby to listen. Eventually, they crumple in on themself to the awful realization that their future is set and cut. They can’t even sleep without their dreams being plagued with this lingering terror. Maybe they’ve seen Whumper kill someone in the manner they’ve told Whumpee they are to be executed, so Whumpee can’t even pretend to think that maybe Whumper is bluffing.

When the day comes, they still haven’t settled into their fate. They’re absolutely hysterical, doing everything they can to stay away from Whumper and [insert place where they were planned to be executed]. Of course, this does nothing. If they won’t walk, Whumper’s men will simply drag them. At one point maybe Whumpee manages to break free for a short moment of hope, managing to throw their elbow against Henchman’s stomach and twist away, actions fueled only by the adrenaline flooding their mind. They take a single desperate lunge towards the door, before something hard catches them upside the head and knocks them down. Their vision is fuzzy and fleeting, hearing nothing but a faint ringing. Maybe they’re unconscious altogether as Henchman picks them up and continues to drag them towards their final destination.

Whumper plays out everything the way it was intended. They tie the blindfold over Whumpee’s eyes, exchange their chains for softer restraints. Whatever. Then when it comes time for the strike, for the blade to pierce through their chest or slit across their neck, all that Whumpee feels is a small prick against their neck, something cold flood through their body before their thoughts collapse under the intensify of the stress and their mind gives out.

Wherever they wake the following day, let it be somewhere much worse than death’s doorstep or a place so peaceful Whumpee couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Whumpee will be terrified. Panicked and confused. Their thoughts will have no answer as they realized there is no one else around to answer their cries. They wonder if this is death, the afterlife or whatever it was called.

That hope is crushed, replaced by even more of a helpless confusion as Whumper strolls through the door moments later, grinning as they ran their fingers across the sharp of a blade.

i think there should be an episode of tng where data is like "i am experimenting with adding occasional expletives to my sentences in order to more closely imitate human speech patterns" and he's just swearing like a sailor the entire fucking episode

The Witcher + Text Posts [12/?] (geraskier edition vol. 3)

"Tie them up."

Whumper pointed their weapon at Caretaker, before throwing some rope to Whumpee's feet. Whumpee froze, looking back at Caretaker with wide and fearful eyes. Caretaker was on their knees, their hands up in surrender. They looked back at their friend, eyes filled with guilt. Guilt that they let Whumper catch them both.

"B-but--" Whumpee tried to protest, but Whumper pointed their weapon at Caretaker.

"Tie them up or they die!"

"N-no, I can't--"

"NOW." Whumpee closed in on Caretaker, their weapon close to them.

Whumpee did as they were told. They bent down to grab the rope before forcing Caretaker's hands behind their back, being gentle as possible. As they bound their hands together, they mumbled apologies to their friend before they tightened the knot.

Caretaker said nothing, only glaring at Whumper. How did they find them? What would happen to Whumpee now that Whumper found them both?

"Good," Whumper chuckled, lowering their weapon. They approached Whumpee, who whimpered, tears threatening to fall. No no no. Not again. I can't go back to that again!

"You're coming with me," Whumper growled at Whumpee.

Whumpee's heart skipped a beat, tears now falling. Oh God. It's really happening again.

When Whumpee didn't move, Whumper growled before grabbing Caretaker by the hair. They pointed their weapon at Caretaker, ready to kill them if necessary. "Come with me, or your precious Caretaker dies!"

"I-I--" Whumpee protested, but was cut off when a cry of pain filled the air. Caretaker fell to the ground from the blow Whumper gave them, their lip split and bleeding. Whumpee froze, eyes widened and tears continuing to fall.

"Come. With. Me." Whumper repeated, gritting their teeth.

Caretaker tugged against their bonds, glaring up at Whumper. "Don't you fucking touch them."

"Shut up!" Whumper yelled, kicking Caretaker in the stomach. Caretaker gasped and coughed, the blood from their lip dripping down their chin, leaving behind a small pool of red on the ground.

"Okay, okay!" Whumpee cried, finally moving to Whumper's side. "I'll come! Just stop hurting them!"

"Whumpee, wait!" Caretaker tried to protest. But they knew it was no use, especially with Caretaker's life on the line. Whumpee cared deeply for Caretaker, and they knew that they wouldn't risk them getting killed.

Whumper chuckled, a grin forming on their face. Grabbing Whumpee by the arm, they whispered in their ear, "You made the right choice, darling."

As Whumper dragged Whumpee away, Caretaker struggled fiercely against their bonds. Their eyes never left the two leaving them behind until they were out of sight. And even then, their eyes remained on where they left. They had to break free. They had to get Whumpee away from Whumper. However, the ropes held tight, and all they could do was scream protests to Whumper.

"No! Let them go! I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU HURT THEM, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

sediment guy

reminiscing and thinking about how one of the reasons rogue one fucks so hard for me is bc the force is. like. just barely implied. to be there. jyn takes out her kyber necklace and prays for the imperials to let them pass. was that the force? was that just a happy coincidence? chirrut walks across a battlefield unscathed to reach the master switch. was that the force? just dumb luck? the rebels manage to escape vader by the absolute skin of their teeth. the force? sheer panic and willpower? like, hell yes. the force is in all living creatures, but how much of what happens in star wars is The Force, and how much of it is singular actions and sentient self-determination

I’m a huge sucker for characters that chose to be heroic. Like, no big profecy, no great chosen one moment, just someone who consciously decided to do the right thing because someone fucking had to.

My favorite banned terms on this site are “suicide prevention” and “safe sex”

Fuck nasty and kill yourself inmediately after

Romeo and Juliet