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stab-the-son-of-a · 2 years
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No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE
Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall
TWs: blood and bruises mention, effects of starvation, heavy grief
First part of the story here. Part of the Vingette Era and thus set after this (“Cracking A Cold One”)
Ariel couldn’t rip his eyes away from the screen. The video was of poor quality, grainy and similar to old CCTV security camera feeds. But there was no denying it. That was his baby girl. Ariel held on tightly to his wife’s hand, trying desperately not crush her fingers, trying not to show how fear trembled in every inch of his body. Fear and panic feasted on his insides with massive fangs and claws.
His daughter, dressed up in a skimpy maid’s outfit, with her head shaved. She looked so much thinner, limbs narrow. Her gymnast build had given way to starvation. Her shoulders bowed, curled up, tense and trembling with her terror, but still she kept her head high. That was his baby girl through and through, but he prayed to God that keeping her spine straight wouldn’t break her.
“Good God,” Maria gasps. “What did they do to her?”
The video looped for the hundredth time. It was only a few seconds long, but it continued. She looked so scared. So tired. 
All he could hear in his head was Summer sobbing on the phone, admitting she was so scared. Begging him to come for her. He’d been too late. He was too late, far far too late. Months ago, he had failed his daughter in the worst possible way.
“Mi sol…” 
“Was there anything else in the package?” Ariel demanded. The frantic urge, the need to do, to try to find any clue to save his daughter, launched him out of his seat and had him tearing through the plain box.
But there was nothing. Nothing but a CD and a printed piece of paper with a troll face on it. Maria approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around him as he cracked and bended and shattered, sobs ripping up his throat.
He failed his daughter.
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Maddie went straight the police when Dale didn’t come home that night. She came home from her shift to an empty house, no husband lightly snoring on the couch from having tried and failed to stay awake to greet her. The house had been damningly empty and she’d turned straight on her heel to drive to the police station. 
What had followed were a few of the most trying hours of her life, and yet it was only beginning. She recounted her last moments with her husband of almost twenty years. Maddie refused to believe that they were the final moments, that the very last thing she said or ever would say to Dale was a joke about not eating the leftover pizza cold while she was gone.
She hadn’t even said she loved him on her way out the door. 
Maddie remembered this abruptly, weeks, months, God only knew how long it had been, later. She remembered and she felt sick, as she watched a three second clip of Dale in some fucker’s torture house of horror. 
God, Dale looked so pale and weak. Where the fuck were his glasses? And he was shackled, too. Bruised and bloodied. Unkempt, scruffy, far too thin. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but she could see his every last rib. She’d let him eat all the cold pizza he wanted, even if he wanted to put an unholy amount of A1 sauce on it or even anchovies. 
She didn’t care to whom she’d have to sell her soul, but she needed him here, by her side again. 
She wanted her husband home. She wanted to be able to hug him, hold him, protect him and never let him out of her sight again. Maddie’s chest ached as she watched the clip repeat, again and again, her strong, brave husband whispering, “Please don’t do this,” an echoing refrain for her nightmares.
“Is that enough to trace them?” Maddie asked the detective.
The way the man shook his head was infuriating, as was the delicate way he tried to find the words to crush her hopes.
“The lab is running the note for prints and we’ve requested the CCTV to look for anyone who might have delivered the package.” 
Maddie closed her eyes, not in grief, but rage. If she looked at his pitying face for one more second she’d punch it.
“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Gibson.”
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
#this is specifically due to my rage and undying hatred of megacorporation#disney.#and specifically bc i think there COULD have been a really good series of new#dinosaur island t rex movies#if they had just fucking gone the distance#stopped with the fucking bad CGI#and made the whole thing about late-stage capitalism#do you wanna know what would ACTUALLY sell and work on the big screen more than a trex screaming in front of a volcano#(u absolute jerkweeds)?#so they've rebuilt the island and the park. but the narrative is 100%#that nobody wants to fucking work there and it feels AT BEST cult-like and insular. nobody is paid well for this#at EVERY possible place they are cutting corners. the dinosaurs might have higher walls#but the handlers are paid 5.34 an hour due to island laws. the corporation has RFID tags in their costumes which they are forced to wear#the employees are not allowed to drink water in 120 degree heat bc it would be upsetting to guests#u know real things i experienced working for disney#(but it was 8.90)#anyway it turns out the park CEO knew the risks and just didnt care bc bottom line BAYBEE.#it would be so much more sobering and fucking GOOD if it was like. scientists being like ''i am an environmental scientist''#''after the epa was slashed this is literally the only job i could find. i literally HAD to take it or i couldn't feed my family.''#''i hate what i do. i am disgusted by it. i literally CANNOT STOP because the company also charges us 400 dollars a week to live here''#the dinosaurs escape EARLY in my movie. like minute 45. and then... 1 week later#the park reopens.#half the staff are missing. they're just fucking gone. it doesn't matter tho the company tells everyone to work 2x as hard#that those people weren't loyal enough or they are tragic heroes bc they died doing what they love#and the movie isn't like ''wow dinosaurs scary!!!'' it's...#that in a global fucking pandemic disney kept sacrificing employees.#but it'll be disguised bc the pandemic will be dinosaurs.#this my beloved is what we call an ALLEGORY but unfortunately certain companies have never heard of them#allegories require critical thinking and that doesn't test well with audiences
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fandomfairyuniverse · 5 months
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No because because in their first lives Tharn promised that in every life moving forward he’d take care of Phaya in in his current life he is always saving Phaya and doing everything to keep him safe even if that means not being with him and Phaya promised that he would always find Tharn in every life and in his current life he’s always going after Tharn and chasing him and looking for him and finding him and they keep their promises even lifetimes later and-
I need to lie down
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weregonnabecoolbeans · 2 months
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I love when I become a fan of something and there seems to be endless content
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dovewingkinnie · 6 months
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shuichi and kirie waaaAaAAAAAAAAAAAH
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chiarrara · 17 days
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I KNOW Y'ALL ARE IN MOURNING OVER CHOSO AND THAT WAS VERY SAD I CRIED BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN THIS HYPE OVER A CHAPTER IN JJK FOR AGES I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OH MY GOD THEY'RE GONNA KICK HIS ASS
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lgbtally4ever · 5 months
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More photos of Atsuki Mashiko
Mashiko Atsuki
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Screenshots from a live feed 10 weeks ago.
He’s so pretty. And so animated!
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demobatman · 1 year
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i quite literally cannot wait for mike to get vecna'd season 5 and im so sure of it just based of nancys vision alone
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kennabeth · 2 years
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"inkheart is about people who can bring what they read to life"
you DUMBASS it's about girls trying to forgive their fathers and unloved boys who attach themselves to the first person to give them attention and how women are expected to endure anything and everything and how trauma transforms us and "chosen family" by rina sawayama and how sometimes good people are assholes and how evil is always at our fingertips you absolute fuckjng NUMBSKULL
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grapejuicegay · 1 year
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thinking about wat standing up for akk to an angry kan right after ayan stood up to an angry waree for him... about how the situation escalated to where akk would have to try and support waree to calm her down a little bit because ayan pushed and stood up to her in a way people usually don’t... about how akk seemingly supporting her made kan so angry but also revealed to wat how willing akk was to make himself look like the bad guy... about how akk has always been brave in a way that nobody sees but how he doesn’t even try to defend himself to kan... but also about how pushing the boundaries is revealing more about all of them to each other that they never even knew despite really, genuinely being close supportive friends
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malepresentingleg · 1 year
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of COURSE they're doing romeo and juliet when bb did the thai version of it :')
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chickensarentcheap · 1 year
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Just so y’all know, I’m back onto my Tyler Rake bullshit.  Even more so than usual. With a vengeance.  And you can blame @tragiclyhip​ for totally enabling me.
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I know that Grian is still technically cheating on Scar with Bigb (and homewrecking) but honestly... love wins this session? Grian has two hands Grian can have two soulmates?
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mcalhenwrites · 1 year
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I want nights with coffee and writing feverishly. I want early mornings in a garden of native flora, watching the native fauna take advantage of my attempts to make my patch of yard native and friendly. I want a stream full of thriving tadpoles and pondskaters running through the backyard. I want to eat leftover fried rice on the back patio as I watch the birds dip into the safety of my property for a drink of water, snatching nuts and berries from the feeders. I want to talk about characters and video games and feel like those things that make me, me, are good enough for someone. I want to curl up with cats and listen to music until I drift off through the too-warm afternoons, when the sunlight tries to punish me with sickness. When I have no spoons, I want to have clean sheets and a vacuumed floor and not panic that I can't cook, that I can barely make it outside to feed the birds, that I can't do anything today but rest and pet the cats. I want to know they have clean water and food even when I'm hobbling around. I want a drawer of toys at my bedside so I can toss them for the cats so they can dive everywhere and make me laugh as every part of my broken body screams in pain. I want to garden without kneeling, sitting on the rim of the raised bed and plucking vegetables to gather in a bowl sitting at my hip. I want to bicycle everywhere. I want ways to take walks when I can. I want to stop using cars and be kind to wasps and name more spiders. I want to smile with someone over coffee, talking about books. I want to take trips to the library. I want to mention a book I'm reading, and the other person knows what I'm even saying.
I don't want to feel sad. I don't want to feel not good enough. I don't want to be someone else, to act like a duplicate of someone else. I want to be able to take breaks for myself, but I want to know there are people in the next room over or just a phone call/discord chat away, so I'm not without company. I want to never feel sick about financial insecurity. I want to have healthcare and a house and a society that embraces pedestrians and people on bicycles. I don't want to smell motor oil and gasoline fumes and concrete baking everything around me. I want the sun's heat to be absorbed by the beautiful trees and grasses local to the area, so it's just a little nicer. I want to feel the breeze on my face, the rain on my cheeks, and the wonderment of it all.
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comicalcarnival · 11 months
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"X AU_ Missed Connection"?? it sounds sad...
it starts off as like. Angst train 101 but surprisingly speedruns into "the entire Xio team has adopted X (who has taken on Daichi's appearance and is claiming to have amnesia) and now X has like, 5 siblings and 4 parents"
there's teeeechnically a fic I posted about it already (The Dream is from the MC au) but most of it is unposted still. (which is a shame, its like. 30k words and only 6~ chapters so far. well, 6 chapters and then mini .5 chapters between every chapter w/ silly in between moments/things only mentioned in the main chapter/other chara's introspection on misc events)
I'm tempted to post it, but also i feel like I should re-do the first few intro chapters so it's more coherent (p sure i wrote those ones back in 2020...? MC AU's been a WIP for SOOOOO long, awhoopsie.)
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TS4 | Boys Love Media in Thailand: Celebrity, Fans, and Transnational Asian Queer Popular Culture
Strong recommend for this entire talk (it's just under an hour) which is SUPER interesting if you have even the slightest interest in why and how thailand is making so many gay little television serials (literally 100 different series this year) but also ..... this is a nugget of extremely tantalising information
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