#THIS GOT SO LONG OOPS

[traumamadearch]

@missxnsuppxrt​ sent "i told you i’d find you…" ((after Leon's been kidnapped))

the receiver has recently been kidnapped and held captive by enemies of the sender. send in “ i told you i’d find you… “ for the sender, having spent every minute since the abduction searching for them, to reunite with the receiver after defeating the bad guys.

Status: Hella Accepting

It was only a matter of time before someone managed to get the drop on him. It is not an easy task to get the drop on Leon. One minute he’s walking, and the next there’s a sting in his neck. A needle. He’d had his phone out, talking to Ingrid, so the next text he manages to get out before he drops is to alert here that something is really wrong. It changes the subject completely between talking about his day off to something more drastic.

(text; Bambina); Needle. 

It is the only thing he says because he knows he needs to send a one word text quickly before he passes out. As soon as the text is sent, down he goes. He hits the sidewalk with a thud, his phone going scattering away from him, shattering the screen. They leave it there, they seem to know better than to take it so that no one can pinpoint their location.

When he wakes up with a startled gasp and a throbbing in his head, his vision is blurry but when it refocuses, he spots two of them standing there. Umbrella employees, he assumes. 

Very pissed off umbrella employees. 

“You’re not going to get away with this, The DSO will be looking for me.” It is the first thing he says and instantly, he regrets it, because one of them spots the scar on the back of his neck that clearly tells them he’s been microchipped.

“Hey. He’s got a chip.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take it out!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s never wanted that chip to stay in his body more than he does now but when he sees the scalpel, he knows it’ll be taken out and destroyed. 

The scalpel slices across his neck with ease and there is nothing he can do because he’s chained up. The moment the blade cuts into him, Leon finds himself biting his lip until it bleeds to muffle the yelp of pain. He won’t give these bastards the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

“Tough guy, huh?” The one on his right says and through blurry vision, he can tell this one must be the one in charge. Leon’s head pounds, blood dripping down from the top of his head down to his forehead. “We’ll see how tough you are after we’re done with you.”

“Fuck you.” Leon hisses out as the other one reaches into his neck, pushes fingers into the wound to get the chip out. He yanks it out and this time, Leon does cry out. The one that isn’t in charge destroys the chip, cutting the signal out completely. In the back of his mind, Leon knows when he’s found, they’ll only rechip him. That is the least of his worries right now, though.

“What the hell do you want?” Leon’s gaze lifts, a gaze full of a fiery anger at the two of them which only causes the one in charge to laugh. “For you to suffer.” It is all he says before Leon finds himself with a fist to his face.

Leon’s head turns as he spits out blood from both a busted nose and lip. “I don’t know about you guys but this is not the kind of pain I like.” Maybe sassing bad guys when he’s chained up in shackles isn’t the best idea and that is only proven when he’s punched again.

That’s not where the torture stops, though. They have far harsher methods for no other reasons then they are sadistic bastards.

By the time he is found, hours later,  there has been various methods of torture used on him. Water boarding, burning, a multitude of tiny little cuts from a knife across his cheek, neck, and chest. Like tiny paper cuts but worse. Every thing they do is designed to cause pain and they don’t seem to want anything other than to make him suffer.

He’s electrocuted, beat, and tortured for what seems like hours. By the time he is found, there are bruises and signs of torture all over his body. He can barely keep his head up but they had ensured he would not bleed out. It’s from exhaustion more than anything.

Bang!

Two gun shots in quick succession and the two men that had been torturing him drop to the ground dead. Leon vaguely hears the “Agent Kennedy!” when all he can focus on is pain. The two were sadistic and stupid, they hadn’t taken him too far, and one of the buildings were known to be owned by Umbrella.

Or maybe it’s smart because no one would expect them to go back to their home base.

The chains come undone and Leon drops from his suspended position. One of the agents catch him, wraps his arm around him to keep him up. Leon groans as he does, moving sends sharp pain throughout his entire body. If it weren’t for being caught, he’s sure he  would have collapsed to the ground.

“Can you walk?”

“I think so.” Leon’s voice is hoarse from all the screaming. If he can’t walk, he’s going to force himself to and with the help of both agents, they make it outside to a medic where Leon is guided to sit down.

The medic quickly goes to work tending to Leon’s various wounds caused by various things and Leon’s barely registering what’s happening. He’s starting to dissociate, cut himself off from reality, from the situation that will no doubt haunt him later.

The only thing that brings him back to reality is the sound of Ingrid’s voice. It feels like it takes too much energy to lift his head up but he does it anyway, even when his head feels heavy and he feels like he’s swimming and swimming and swimming and getting nowhere.

“You shouldn’t be here.” It’s the first thing Leon says between clenched teeth and a hoarse voice. He can see the worry in her eyes and he wants to say he’s fine - it’s clear that he’s not so he refrains.

“....Thank you.”

[spiritdreamt]

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking @princetorn

percy always swears she'll stick up for herself. that this time, she won't let janice throw her weight around. that she'll get angry, raise her voice, fight back, do something. but she always ends up running to her room with her tail between her legs, trying not to cry too loud. her muffled hopeless panic was awful enough when she was alone—but now that royce is around, he's an ever-present witness to the most horrid, most disgusting parts of her. she keeps waiting for him to turn away, to have enough of her drama and ignore her, but inexplicably, he doesn't.

she's a bird in a snare, or maybe a cage—her heart is certainly beating fast enough to be mistaken for the flutter of wings. or maybe she's a dog, trying to be good but failing to suppress her natural instincts, denied dinner and kicked and left in the yard. she's not human, that's for certain; a human would be clever enough or strong enough to get out of this fucking house.

maybe, she thinks wildly, knees to her chest on her bed, maybe i'm just dead. a ghost pretending to be alive, a vampire, something. it would explain the hollowness beneath her ribs, her hunger. she has no future. she'll haunt this house forever, and janice will torment her. i'll never be free. it's not a helpful thought, but it hits her like a punch to the gut. her breath leaves her entirely, a sob that she chokes off with a hand pressed to her mouth. she can't let them hear, or it'll be all you're so sensitive, you have nothing to cry over, or worse empty promises that janice will do better, if you only did what little i asked of you i wouldn't be so stressed all the time.

"fuck," she whispers. royce is sitting across from her—she doesn't know how long he's been there. she can't look at him, can't face whatever his expression might be. if he were alive, she'd ask him to take her away from here. she'd beg. but if he were alive, he wouldn't give her the time of day. she fists her hands in her hair and tugs harshly, every muscle in her body trembling. "i can't, i can't—i can't do it anymore—"

she doesn't see him move—her eyes are squeezed shut, stinging from her tears—but he must, because she feels him tug her wrists away from her head. she looks at him, eyes wide and reddened from tears, shaking and sniffling. she doesn't flinch. it's only when he leans forward that her eyes flutter closed, sighing into his mouth as he kisses her. it releases a valve somewhere within her. the tide retreats. she presses forward, cheeks still damp, to deepen the kiss.

"i'm sorry," she mumbles against his mouth. she doesn't know what she's sorry for, only that she is. "i'm sorry."

[angie-long-legs-moved]

❛  How anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me.  ❜ {Hostile Sentence Starters - from Alastor}

Angel rolled his eyes. Of course Alastor was the last person who would appreciate the hysterical nature of the story he had so generously shared. He had long since gotten used to the Radio Demon's distaste for him, but - as with any instance of someone insulting Angel on a personal level - it irked him all the same. Still, his sour expression morphed into a sleazy grin as he keyed up for his usual brand of back-and-forth.

"Oh, please! Every sinner this side 'a the Pentagram wants a piece 'a this," he retorted, gesturing to himself with typical flamboyance. He pushed up his chest fluff and assumed a seductive pose before adding with an exaggerated drawl:

"And trust me, baby, if ya can afford to be in the same room as me, we ain't gonna be standin'."

It was the fact that Alastor was clearly so uncomfortable with Angel's vulgar persona that made him all the more eager to push his buttons. And, in their own ways, this seemed to be a trait the two demons shared. To Angel, rubbing people the wrong way was a game he played. When his flirtatious remarks were met with enthusiasm, it ensured Angel had the upper hand, and his persona remained in tact. When they were not so well received, it became a guaranteed way of getting under the other's skin - a less reliable bid for control, but undeniably fun. No matter the outcome, the goal was the same: to know more about them than they'd ever know about him.

But Alastor? He was an enigma that Angel was well aware he had no hope of unravelling. No, all he could do was continue prodding at those sore spots until something finally snapped, whatever that would come to mean. In all honesty, his curiosity far outweighed his fear of the consequences: his lust for "life" (if that's what you could call this damned existence) was driven entirely by the thrill of risk-taking, and goading the Radio Demon was about as risky as it gets.

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @floatingshadow​ where: one of highgarden’s many grand staircases, following the wedding of cedric tyrell and illya oakheart. the staircase is in a central location of the grand castle, and thus is consistently bustling with people of all sorts.

the sound of her footsteps was drowned out by the sounds of many footsteps to the left and to the right of her, as was typical with this specific staircase. it was grand, stretching half the length of an entire hall and allowed for central access to the next floor of the castle; there were many others she could have taken, and yet the size of highgarden meant that one needed to genuinely take journey time into account. the lord of raventree hall had put forward the bid to purchase the excess fleets, and whilst his roughish attitude was something she had raised a brow at, it was not something she would ultimately turn down. 

what she did consider however, was whether that involvement would show any sort of allegiance toward one of the houses in the infamous riverland feud.

the blackwoods and the brackens would forever tear one another’s throats out, and whilst it was ultimately the responsibility of the river king to settle such matters, she did not mean to seem as though house redwyne would take a specific side. the riverlands was their ally, as was all the houses; and it was for that reason she was contemplating selling the thirty ships in halves of fifteen. no doubt house blackwood would find some sort of offence in the matter, and yet such were the consequences for men getting in their own heads. the sound of her footsteps joined the many sounds of the footsteps climbing up the staircase, and the lady of the arbor merely lifted the bottom of her skirts as she stepped up. 

she walked up stairs at an unreasonably fast pace; no doubt a bad habit. ensuring she was not barging into any, the sight of them beneath her feet seemed to blur with the speed in which she stepped. lucrezia did not appreciate the feeling of someone’s presence right behind her as she climbed, and thus her instinct was to always climb a flight of stairs quickly. and that was never usually an issue, ensuring her gaze was on the steps to ensure she did not fall flat on her face. for a staircase so grand, it took an ample amount of time to get to the top, and was definitely exercise for one’s calves. 

nearing the top, she began to sense that feeling in the bottom of her soles was fleeting, as though she could no longer feel the marble stair beneath her. almost as though she suddenly felt so much lighter, her pace slowed slightly - why did she feel as though she were ready to pass out? “sorry...excuse me.” she were in the middle of the staircase, not near any support - such was the route she took day in and day out. still, she felt as though she could not feel her feet and she felt as though her head was so much lighter; a slight sway. “excuse me.” who had she snapped at? some servant, it seemed. seven hells.

she managed to reach the top of the staircase, pausing in her path and closing her eyes. she thought not of the people around her, only going for the wall in which she knew she could reach her hand out to steady herself. she half-made it, feeling herself buckle as she put her hand out to steady herself, a sense of panic coming over her. it was busy, so busy with the amount of people that had flocked to highgarden. 

[taleswritten]

@pompedia sent ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ — from Claire to Leon!!

Leon wants to laugh. Amazing? Yeah, maybe with his training and his weird ass ability to absorb damage like it's nothing but personality wise? He'd hardly call himself amazing. He's changed over the years, they both know that. That rookie he'd been when they first met is long buried underneath the pile of shit and trauma that he has suffered from. Enough for more than one life time.

He wonders how Claire does it. How she's gone through life traumatized yet so different than him. She doesn't hide behind a bottle of booze and as far as he can tell, she doesn't want to die every waking moment.

He admires the hell out of her for it. The kind of strength she has is something he can only one day dream of having. So, he glances down at the bottle before him before shoving it across the table and away from him.

Still there but forgotten for now. He's willing to be sober if it means she's talking to him. Unless they get on a subject that he can't handle being sober and talking about. The bottle is still there within reach but now untouched.

Leon's head tilts and he falls silent for a moment. What would she think if she knew everything? She's the only one who went through that hell with him. What would she say if she knew he let the government blackmail him, chip him, and hold him on a leash like a dog all for her and Sherry's safety?

Leon hopes she never finds out.

"Damn right I am." Leon says with a slow grin that crosses his features, hoping the cocky tease will prevent her from seeing through him. Doubtful but he's going to try anyway.

"But not as amazing as you, Red, that's for damn sure."

[rebelcaptain4life]

The Rookie 4x01

Sooo many thoughts and even more tears. So imma just go through everything here I guess

Grey dealing with what happened 😭 grieving Jackson, but also needing to get Angela back. Grappling with sending in the rest of his team and potentially getting them killed, too, or waiting until they're sure the area is clear but waisting precious time

Jackson 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Can't believe they all just had to watch their friend get killed like that 😔

"I lost a kid who's like a son to me" GREY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

"to show that we're not in America but in a third world country, we're gonna apply a beige filter to make everything look dusty" 🤡

I know Alyssa's just acting but I wonder what effect, if any, pretending to be in these stressful situations has on her real baby lol

Lucy is so smart, I won't stop saying it. She figured out why Lopez would be taken and still alive

GOOD JOB JACKSON OUR SMART COURAGEOUS BOY 😭😭😭

"Sir, we'll come up with a plan, it's not all on you" 😭😭😔😭😔 Grey has so much weight on his shoulders, he's the leader, he has to figure out what to do on top of his grief and worry. Nice moment of Tim telling him he's not alone

Bro seriously why did Nolan just ditch Lucy. I know it was for the Chenford but like they're supposed to be so close??? Also "you shouldn't be alone right now" again love the Chenford but what about Tamara??? Poor girl is also gonna be alone in that empty house

Ah so this is how Elijah came into the fold

*ehhem* AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED come on I'm sure you can both fit

That hug uhhh 👀👀👀 coming from S5, if the writers weren't setting up Chenford before (ie in the end of s3) they definitely were now

My personal speculation for what would've happened if Tim didn't get the phone call is a lot more angst and hurt/comfort. Like they whole point of her being there is to not be alone, but she's alone on that couch. I just picture Lucy going to Tim and breaking down sobbing. Tim holds her as long as she needs, until she falls asleep 🥲

LAPD doesn't have an air force but could Wesley borrow a private jet or something...?

I know it's not a great moment to acknowledge Nolan finished his training but I think it added some levity to a really dark episode, and also gave the team some much needed positivity

Noooo Lucy freaking out that maybe Gray was shot too cuz he wasn't answering 😭😭😭😭 NOT GREY GIVING HER THE SIDE EYE FOR IT poor girl just lost her bff to this guy 😭😭😭

Jackson's room😭😭😭😭😭

Didn't think Wesley had all this in him ngl 👏

Angela taking down a bad guy while in labour, so badass

"How do you feel about running" "IM IN LABOUR" can't Tim just carry her or something???

Angela looking around at her found family 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and the missing place where Jackson should've been 😭😭😭

Angela talking to Jackson 😭😭😭😭

Again coming from S5, I know the baby's name is Jackson but hearing it said in this episode, when it was the first time, is so special 😭😭😭

Btw when did Angela and Wesley officially get married?

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[applestruda]

Summer, Spring, Autumn, and Winter

(Aka hermit ladys as mucha's four seasons for week 3 of the design challenge)

[crimson-rain-smoked-flower]

I’m not trying to attack you, but do you know that proshipper means someone who supports and romanticizes pedophilia, incest, and abuse? Your reblog on that post seems to read that you think antis just hate on people for having ships they don’t like. But it’s completely different than that. Just looking on the proshipper side of Tumblr and the internet and you can see people happily shipping children and adults and making nsfw content of such things.

i appreciate that you're not being outright hostile, but i have to say, that on its own put you above basically every anti i've interacted with.

i understand where antis are coming from, i really do. there are a lot of things on the internet that make me deeply uncomfortable, including the minor/adult ships that you mention. i don't want to anything to do with those kinds of ships and i would be happiest if i never saw them again. which is why i'm proship.

nine times out of ten, if i see that kind of ship brought up on my dash, it's because i was following an anti without realizing it, and they brought it up unprompted and untagged, to talk about how bad it is that they exist. they are the ones putting that kind of content in front of my face and making it harder to avoid.

the thing about people who ship those ships is that they're generally very aware that not everyone wants to see that kind of content, and so they tag it. they make sideblogs to talk about it. they don't go out of their way to shove it in people's faces. that means i, and everyone else who doesn't like it, can avoid it.

what antis want is for it to not exist at all. they want the tags to be purged and blocked, and for anyone who uses those tags to have their accounts deleted. and sure, that might get rid of some of it, but do you know what would happen to the rest? it would stop being tagged. people who don't want to see it wouldn't have the tools to avoid it. this isn't just a hypothetical, that's what's happened any time a fan space has tried to do that.

that's not even getting into the rabbit hole of what should be banned and what shouldn't. obviously any content that depicts real children or real life abuse shouldn't exist and shouldn't be allowed to be posted, but basically any platform that people use already enforces those policies, and there's not much of a slippery slope to go down there. if it involves real living breathing people being abused, it's bad. end of discussion.

but the same can't be said for fiction. ask ten antis for a specific list of all the content that should be banned, and you'll get ten different answers. what about kink? what about roleplay? what about horror and murder and anything that involves fictional characters being graphically tortured? what about people using art to process terrible things that have happened to them? what about art that uses dark themes as a horror element? if you just want to ban anything questionable to anyone, that's the line of thinking that gets any mention of lgbt existence banned. and again, this isn't just a hypothetical, this has happened before, and that's generally where it leads.

i know, from personal experience, that antis do, in fact, send harassment to people just for shipping things they don't like. i've gotten accused of absolutely vile shit for shipping two fictional characters who were both consenting adults. i've seen ship wars turn into moral battlegrounds, over ships that an average person wouldn't bat an eye at.

the thing about "romanticization" is a whole other can of worms. the anti logic goes like this: if someone sees something (even if it's very obviously fictional) in a positive light enough times, they will start thinking it's okay in real life, and go on to hurt real people. the problem with that is that it's just. blatantly untrue.

if it were true every horror movie fan would be a serial killer, every person that studies dark media would be an unhinged psychopath, and everyone who is into ddlg would be a pedophile. but they're not. they just aren't. people have directed movies just as fucked up as the darkest shit on ao3, and are still capable of being normal human beings who know right from wrong in real life.

even if someone is that impressionable, scrubbing away the existence of every piece of questionable content isn't going to solve their problem, because they're still going to be vulnerable to con men, scams, and cultists. the only thing that would actually materially help someone like that is developing their own morals and critical thinking.

children are also more impressionable, and there's a lot of content that's not suitable for them, but that doesn't mean that content shouldn't exist. it just means that they should stick to spaces designed for them (which most social media sites, tumblr included, are not) or, if they're old enough to be responsible for their experience online, they, or a trusted adult in their lives, should block and filter out things that they aren't comfortable with.

which is what everyone on the internet should be doing. it's what i do, and it's made the internet a much more pleasant place to be. and it's why i sometimes worry for antis mental health, especially teenagers, because they're being told it's right and moral to seek out content that makes them uncomfortable and to engage with the people making it. and that's just. really bad. it's not good for the creators that they're harassing obviously, but it's also really bad for them! it's not healthy to seek out things that make you feel bad, and it's a terrible internet safety lesson to teach minors that it's okay for them to seek out and engage with people making adult content.

individual harassment and crusading is never going to succeed at removing dark content from the internet. it just isn't. at best you might get a small percentage of people who create that content to stop sharing it, at worst you're just going to make people stop tagging it, and either way, you're exposing yourself to things that make you feel bad, when you don't have to.

if you want to materially change the type of content you see, you can. the block button is your friend, use it liberally. same with content filtering and tag blocking.

[traumamademoved]

@noonegetsleftbehind​ sent [ FORMAL ] ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie.

BONDAGE ASK

Status: ACCEPTING

Seeing Chris dressed up like this is not something Leon is used to and Leon’s got to admit, Chris looks good in a suit. He probably should have worn one too considering it would have made him look more official as they go through these meetings and whatever other bullshit the government had wanted him o go through. However, wearing suits makes his skin crawl, so he’d gone with his usual casual attire.

Most of the meetings and everything else had gone in one ear and out the other because honestly? Leon can’t be bothered to care. He’s got more important things to worry about, like the DSO and the agents in it. While he tends to shove paperwork off on other agents because he’s pretty much in control of the DSO and can worry about that, Leon still has other more important things to worry about that.

However, none of that matters now. Not now that they’re in a hotel room (which is really nice and luxurious) that the government had assigned them. Not now that Chris is tying a tie around his wrists as he lay here on this bed. 

With his arms over his head and silk tying wrists together, Leon arches an eyebrow at his lover. “You know I can get out of this, right?” He’s only teasing though, because he doesn’t want out of this. He quite likes this position Chris has put him in and it sends a spike of arousal throughout his body, making him shudder upon the comfortable mattress.

Blue eyes have darkened over in lust, watching Chris carefully, unashamedly letting his eyes rake over the other man’s body. “Alright. You got me where you want me. Now what?”

[ejga-ostja]

six of bunny hare rabbits

[courfee]

prompt #46 "Sirius is showing Regulus’ baby pictures to James and Reg is MORTIFIED" for the @marauderswithpalestineproject !! 🍉

thank you @kat-m-toast for the donation (and the prompt, which was just SO up my alley, i loved it) and also thanks to everyone else who donated and participted! 💕

and as a bonus a little closer look at those baby pictures :)

[kwillow]

will theo ever be happy

Maybe in another life.

[lacnunga]

Theres something about big booktoker/booktuber shelves that really heebies my jeebies

[meamiiikiii]

5% of a color headcanon.... two versions since b&w emphasizes the dagger more i think but i still like the warm tones ASFSADA

i am not biased towards rainbow daggers whatsoever i promise (lie)

((also friend is streaming now and im there too!! bit more info linked here, its rated mature tho))

[kayomin]

fanart of the fic Washed Up by @slicedmayonnaise