June 07, 2024
"Let it enfold you"
Last year, I let it do. I fell in love with life, while feelings continued to overflow. I made it, yet I didn't. Sounds contradictory, right? It's alright, I'll walk you through it. I made it in a way I never expected to. I learned that people feel safe and grounded in different ways and that instead of despising their way of living, we should find inspiration in how their convictions help them carry themselves. I learned to cherish sweet moments of the day. Random experiences. Trees, sunsets, warm clothes, and home-cooked meals. I learned to be a dreamer and to continue to be that way while upholding my will to carry on. I also learned to go and snatch the thing that I want, instead of waiting for it to come knocking on my door. I learned to be vulnerable and not to be afraid of that. I've laid down my armor a couple of times, and it wasn't really bad. Most importantly, I learned to forgive myself because I'm still learning. And so it seems there's still plenty of room to trip and get back up again.
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No body shaming rule..
No body shaming rule..
Hi Sinners..Like many I come on here for the excellent snark and to observe the (deserved) train wreck that is happening in Monteshitshow. Like many, every day I am flabbergasted at the lack of self awareness these two have.. thinking that they are the next Mother Theresa/Princess Diana/Nelson Mandela and a gift to every repressed and oppressed faction of society across the globe (scarily not even an exaggeration!).What I don't like to see, however, is body shaming. There's enough reasons to dislike the duplicitous duo before commenting on their appearance. .. I understand not dressing appropriately, plastic surgeries or looking scruffy.. but resorting to comments about her hair, ankles, his bald patch e.t.c. seems a little too far and I'd like to think we're better than that.I'm not a mod but just letting you know I will report you if I see any of these comments. We're hanging on by a thread as a community but I think we play an important role in challenging the puff pieces in the media, so we must all play a part in policing these things and ensuring we follow the SMM rules to support the mods.Let's judge these pair not on their appearance but on the content of their actions and character. I guarantee we will appear much more credible if we do.
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June of Doom 2024 Day 7 (@juneofdoom)
7. “What happened?”
| Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |
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"Ugh, what happened?" Only slowly did Nyota Uhura manage to open her eyes, but she quickly squinted them again, blinded by the light that was filling the room. Her head was already aching enough.
Carefully, the communication officer got to her feet, holding on to the wall she could feel next to her, and when she opened her eyes once again, she was smart enough to shield them with her hand.
It took some time for her eyes to adjust to the light, but once they did, Uhura was able to see where she was. Her blood froze.
It looked ... like a cell. There were white walls. No furniture. Not even a window or a door!
Where the hell was she? She had never seen this place before in her life. How had she ended up in this room? She couldn't remember a thing.
Uhura tried to take a step forward, but quickly stopped herself. She was feeling dizzy as hell. Maybe it was the brightness of her surroundings or the terrible headache.
So, instead of moving, she chose to sit back down on the ground. She needed a moment to sort her mind.
What was the last thing she remembered? She closed her eyes once again to think of images.
Right ...
Uhura was walking through a building, phaser in her hand. There ... were other people with her. Dr. McCoy. And Sulu. Officers Smith and Blake from security.
They had been on an away mission together. But what had happened then? Where were the others? Were they also locked up in a cell somewhere?
The second time she opened her eyes, it wasn't nearly as bad as the first time. Uhura let her gaze wander and was able to make out small slits in the ceiling. The air she was breathing had to be coming from there. After all, the cell itself was windowless.
Those slits were a good thing. They meant she wouldn't suffocate. But then again, they could also be used to fill the room with any sort of gas.
Uhura thought about the headache. Had her captors knocked her out with something? It was very likely.
If only she could remember what the mission had been about. She tried to think of Jim's voice giving them their orders. What had he said?
Something about ... making first contact. And about helping the people.
The communication officer's eyes widened as she started to remember everything.
They had been sent down to the planet to get to know the inhabitants! To learn more about them and to help them after another species had attacked them!
That other species ... had still been there, hidden underground. They had attacked several landing parties, including the one Uhura was assigned to. They must have taken members of the crew. Like her.
Anger filled the woman as she remembered the poor, terrified beings down on the planet. So many of them had been injured or killed by the enemy.
She got back to her feet and started to move around, inspecting the walls. She'd find a way. She would fight these beings with everything she got.
"Let me out of here! You hear me? Let me out!" she croaked as loud as she could, throat dry. She couldn't remember for how long she had been unconcious. For how long she hadn't talked.
Nobody listened to her.
They kept her locked up in the cell. For hours. Days. Weeks?
And slowly but surely Uhura was losing her mind. The emptiness of her surroundings, the silence, the lack of social contacts. It was driving her insane.
They gave her everything her body needed through the slits in the ceiling.
Air. Protein pills. Small sticks filled with water.
There was no way that she would suffocate or die of hunger or thirst. Her captors made sure of that.
Yet still, they took the most important thing from her. The thing she needed to most to survive.
Social contacts.
In her life, Uhura had learned so many languages. She had talked to Vulcans, Andorians, even Klingons and Romulans! She had learned so much. And now, locked up in a cell for forever, she wasn't able to use her skills.
It didn't matter how often she tried to talk to her captors. They didn't respond. They left Uhura alone with her fears and feelings and thoughts.
So, she talked to herself. The only interlocutor she had. The only one who could answer her.
When Jim and the others eventually saved her, Uhura didn't believe it. Those people had to be hallucinations caused by a gas. They couldn't be real. It was impossible.
After all, Nyota Uhura only had herself. And there was nothing else in her world except for food, water, air and white walls.
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