Sith!reader x Obiwan, Ahsoka, Kix, Grievous (NON romantic for all of them) gn!reader
Blood and Marrow 🔪😢
Warnings: Needles, improper conditions for prisoners, bone marrow stealing, surgery without anesthetic, torture essentially, kidnapping, in-world curse word, parental death, iv’s
Gn!reader, teen!reader, Rex x reader, Kix x reader (both platonic)
To Be Held 🔪😢
Warnings: Angst, blood, and wounds
Gn!reader, Tech x reader (romantic [ig it could be read as platonic?])
Marvel
Rats 😢🔪 Part 2 😢☁️
Warnings: dehumanization, torture, electrocution, unethical experiments, Hydra trash party
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guys im feeling quite vulnerable now and i need u to be honest with me. If an evil palette swapped clone of myself started wreaking general mayhem with villainous intent you'd be able to differentiate him from me right. You wouldnt get us totally mixed up and accuse me of committing all the evil deeds he did
i'm in Ireland and the search for that bastards name is still blocked and hidden... the legnths the british go to defend and protect their instruments of colonialism and violence is beyond belief. no justice for the victims and yet every measure taken to protect David James Cleary and his fellow murderers.
“You know, several years ago, I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, “Are you Martin Luther King?” And I was looking down writing, and I said, “Yes.” And the next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that’s punctured, you drowned in your own blood — that’s the end of you. It came out in the New York Times the next morning, that if I had merely sneezed, I would have died. Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheel chair in the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states and the world, kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the President and the Vice-President. I’ve forgotten what those telegrams said. I’d received a visit and a letter from the Governor of New York, but I’ve forgotten what that letter said. But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter, and I’ll never forget it. It said simply, “Dear Dr. King, I am a ninth-grade student at the White Plains High School.” And she said, "While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I’m a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I’m simply writing you to say that I’m so happy that you didn’t sneeze.” And I want to say tonight — I want to say tonight that I too am happy that I didn’t sneeze. Because if I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1960, when students all over the South started sitting-in at lunch counters. And I knew that as they were sitting in, they were really standing up for the best in the American dream, and taking the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1961, when we decided to take a ride for freedom and ended segregation in inter-state travel. If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1962, when Negroes in Albany, Georgia, decided to straighten their backs up. And whenever men and women straighten their backs up, they are going somewhere, because a man can’t ride your back unless it is bent. If I had sneezed — If I had sneezed I wouldn’t have been here in 1963, when the black people of Birmingham, Alabama, aroused the conscience of this nation, and brought into being the Civil Rights Bill. If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have had a chance later that year, in August, to try to tell America about a dream that I had had. If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been down in Selma, Alabama, to see the great Movement there. If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been in Memphis to see a community rally around those brothers and sisters who are suffering. I’m so happy that I didn’t sneeze.”
— Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. “I Have Been to the Mountaintop.” Speech. 1968. (via unquotedmlk)
Martin Luther King Jr. stands in front of a bus at the end of the Montgomery bus boycott. Montgomery, Alabama December 26, 1956. (Photo Credit: Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
Martin Luther King Jr is arrested by two white police officers in Montgomery Alabama on September 4, 1958. (Photo Credit: Bettman/Corbis)
Civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. sits in a jail cell at the Jefferson County Courthouse in Birmingham, Alabama. October 1967. (Photo Credit: Bettman/Corbis)
Dr. King (left) and Stokely Carmichael (right) walk together during the March Against Fear in Mississippi June, 1966. (Photo Credit: Flip Schulke/Corbis )
Martin Luther King, Jr. and his wife, Coretta, lead a five-day march to the Alabama State Capitol in Montgomery in 1965. (Photo Credit: Bettman/Corbis)
Martin Luther King leading march from Selma to Montgomery to protest lack of voting rights for African Americans. Beside King is John Lewis, Reverend Jesse Douglas, James Forman and Ralph Abernathy. March 1965. (Steve Schapiro/Corbis)
Rev. King waves to the crowd at the March on Washington, August 28,1963. (Photo Credit: Bettman/Corbis)
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Zuko was your baby, no matter how much he protested against your affection and constant babying. You doted on him endlessly—and for good reason.
He had a troubled past, spending years suffering and groveling for his father’s approval. Years stuck between good and evil, right and wrong. Every time he thought he had finally made the right choice, it seemed to blow up in his face. He felt empty, like his soul wandered endlessly looking for something—someone to cling to.
His mother disappeared for most of his life, his father hated him, and his sister was angry, hurt, and confused. He was fortunate enough to have his uncle’s love and guidance because without it? He would’ve been just as lost as Azula.
Zuko had an incredibly difficult time learning how to communicate with you. When you first met, he was this awkward, shy boy with anger issues who constantly tried to act tough, but you knew it was all a front.
You’d seen Zuko when he thought no one was watching. He was a big softie with an even bigger heart. He cared deeply about his friends, his family, and especially you.
That’s why it saddened you so deeply when you thought too hard about the way he’d been treated.
You two could be doing the most mundane things and the damage would still show itself. You’d speak to him from his left side, only for him to turn fully toward you because he couldn’t hear well on that side anymore. Or you’d excitedly show him something, and he’d have to squint to see it because his left eye had been permanently damaged from the accident. He also suffered from constant headaches because of it.
Zuko didn’t know that you knew the truth behind his scar. He told you it was a training accident, but Uncle Iroh eventually told you what really happened—how Ozai burned his own son for speaking out of turn without a shred of remorse.
The story made you cry for days. After learning the truth, you could barely look Zuko in the eye without tearing up.
He claimed he’d healed from it all, but every now and then the nightmares still came. In his sleep, he’d whisper his father’s name so quietly it almost didn’t sound real. He didn’t know these things happened because you made sure he didn’t. It would devastate him if he realized how often you stayed awake just to comfort him through it.
Just like tonight.
He tossed and turned beside you, mumbling incoherent words while sweat dampened his skin.
You quickly sat up, pulling the blankets off his overheated body before gathering him into your arms.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby. It’s just me. I got you. Go back to sleep.” You brushed his damp hair away from his forehead and pressed a kiss there.
He shifted restlessly for a few more seconds before finally calming in your arms. Slowly, he nudged his face against your chest and fell back asleep.
Tears prickled your eyes as you held him tighter, silently praying to anyone who would listen. You wished you could take all of his pain away.
The next morning, your hand drifted across the bed only to find Zuko’s side empty. You sat up, squinting sleepily around the room until you spotted his silhouette behind the privacy wall.
“Zuko?”
“Hm?” he peeked around the corner, slight concern written across his face.
“You alright?” You slipped out of bed and crossed the room, the warm floor brushing beneath your feet. The second you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his bare torso.
Zuko immediately melted into the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you, Zuko. I hope you know that.”
He chuckled softly into your hair.
“You tell me every day, baby. How could I forget?” You could hear the teasing hidden in his voice.
You let out a small huff. “Good.”
He laughed quietly then wrapped his arms around you tighter.
“I’m just teasing,” he murmured. “I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know.”
happy disability pride month and once again, FUCK lazy subtitles. fuck the [speaks foreign language] instead of actually transcribing the words, fuck shortening sentences and changing whats been said for no reason, fuck censoring swearing in captions but not in audio and fuck anyone who says youre being 'too sensitive' for being upset about a lack of accessibility
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
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Two things absolutely changed my life as a writer. You ready?
One- Your characters can be bad people, they can do bad things. There doesn't have to be a reason or a moral. You can make them bad if you want to. No other reason needed.
Two- it doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be written. On my last book i literally wrote the words "dumbest version" on the top of the page because I had seen some advice to do that. It changed everything. I stopped trying to make it perfect, I just tried to make it. Period. Full stop. You can edit bad writing. You can't edit a blank page.
And honestly? Defiance is the best writing I've ever done. All because I let my characters be bad and I gave myself the freedom to write it badly.
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and honestly it's just fucking insane that every time we try to talk about harm to children in particular we have to talk circles around the fact that these things are very, very overwhelmingly done by parents/family members/teachers/religious leaders/known and trusted adults in a position of power over a child, to the extent that many people's suggested solution to child abuse is "give the people most likely to abuse a child EVEN MORE strangling legal and material power over the kid"
you're not supposed to actually address who is abusing children and what can be done to give those children recourse and the ability to leave abusive situations because nobody actually gives a shit about child abuse beyond the familial property rights violation it represents to them and the cudgel against minorities which it can be turned into
