“The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique “dragon-like” design for their flying machines.” (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
in the wake of yet another black person being murdered by police, here’s a list of relevant fundraisers and organizations that could use your support right now.
this is specifically a call to action for fellow white people. if you’re white and you’re in any way able to, donate.
George Floyd’s memorial fund
Minnesota Freedom Fund: “We value a society that values its people, their freedom and recognizes their contribution to the greater good. A society that does not condition pretrial freedom on class or identity, that has ended mass incarceration, and that invests in restorative and transformative justice.”
Black Visions Collective, an org that strives to “shape a political home for Black people across Minnesota. We aim to center our work in healing and transformative justice principles, intentionally develop our organizations core DNA to ensure sustainability, and develop Minnesota’s emerging Black leadership to lead powerful campaigns.”
Reclaim the Block, which “organizes Minneapolis community and city council members to move money from the police department into other areas of the city’s budget that truly promote community health and safety. We believe health, safety and resiliency exist without police of any kind. We organize around policies that strengthen community-led safety initiatives and reduce reliance on police departments.”
DO NOT JUST LIKE THIS AND KEEP SCROLLING FUCKING REBLOG THIS
script from @bluecollarbabe1 on instagram. even if you can't protest, you can still be heard. use your voice. do something.
TEXT:
To whom it may concern:
I am writing you about the murder of George Floyd by MPD officers Derek Chauvin, Thomas Lane, J. Alexander Kueng, and Tou Thao. These men were not upholding the law, they were committing murder and terrorizing their community. Being fired is not an appropriate response to the crime. All officers must be charged with murder.
We cannot continue this way. This is not the way forward. Use your station and power for change; for good. Give a voice to the smothered. Prove that all lives matter. Do your job.
When the streets clear and the ashes fade, George Floyd will not be forgotten. The events transpiring may very well be plastered into history books. The world is watching. My generation will not fail to tell our children exactly what happened. Your actions now will cement how you are remembered. If you stand up and act, you will be remembered for your bravery, choosing to enact justice. If not, history will sneer at your cowardice. The choice is yours.
Summary: It’s tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you’ll never forget. Scream!AU
i swear i'm writing, but writing horror when you're a wimp has certain cons. like scaring yourself out of your wits with your imagination every five minutes, for one.
Summary: It’s tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you’ll never forget. Scream!AU
Summary: It’s tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you’ll never forget. Scream!AU
Summary: It’s tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you’ll never forget. Scream!AU
Summary: It’s tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you’ll never forget. Scream!AU
Summary: It's tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you'll never forget. Scream!AU
You've always thought it was a satisfying sound; the popping of popcorn as it gets cooked.
In the living room, the screen of your Smart TV displays the Netflix homepage. It's the eve of your birthday and you're getting ready to watch a scary movie. It's a classic slasher one. Your boyfriend had phoned you no less than half an hour ago, telling you he'd be present to hold you as you start your annual movie marathon. You appreciate it, knowing Hoseok wasn't a fan of the horror genre but he was willing to spend one night a year to watch scary films with you.
You make it up to him, though, watching cheesy romance comedies and action movies on his birthday. A balanced compromise means a healthy relationship.
You're walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, wanting to make sure you don't miss a spot cleaning up, making sure you've got a large enough blanket draping the couch for when the night gets chilly, making sure your beverages are ready. When you deem everything presentable, you focus on your TV, clicking the first movie on your list.
Your boyfriend lived a few blocks away from your house, usually taking him less than 10 minutes from his house to yours and you wonder what's taking him so long. You're just about to pick your phone up to dial him when it rings, startling you enough to fumble with it when it nearly slips out of your fingers.
It's an unknown number. Pursing your lip, you answer the call.
You clear your throat, "Hello?"
"Hello." It's a man's voice.
You wait for a response. When only silence follows, you shut your eyes, rolling them behind your eyelids. It's a prank call.
Trying to sound as polite as you can, even using your customer service voice, you follow with a, "Yes?"
It takes two seconds for the receiving end to answer. "Who is this?"
You absentmindedly stride towards your kitchen, checking on the popcorn in the microwave, "Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?" The man's voice was deep and smooth, but had a gentle tone. He sounded like he was genuinely asking, and you start to think your assumption was wrong.
You hum patiently. "What number are you trying to reach?"
"I don't know."
You nod, still staring at the microwave, "I think you have the wrong number."
"Do I?"
You hum again, hanging up with a, "It happens. Take it easy."
Your lips lift in a soft smile, the conversation with the soft spoken stranger turning out to be one of the most polite ones you've ever had. It takes a exactly second for you to remember why you even had your phone in your hand and you unlock the screen to dial again when,
It rings. You pick it up.
"Hello?" You start, tentative.
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" It's the man again and you're starting to sense in the pit of your stomach that something might not be right.
"Who is this?" You reply, closing your eyes and taking a silent breath, telling yourself not to assume the worst every time.
There's a chuckle on the other end, boyish and light. "You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."
Just as you start to ponder if playing along would get this over with, your microwave dings. You peek at it and take out the popcorn.
Walking to the cupboards where you keep your boals, you make a disapproving noise. "Hm. Yeah, no. Sorry, it's just..stranger danger. You know how it is."
"What was that noise?" Still smooth, still gentle. Still a mystery.
Rolling your tongue in your cheek, you bite and play along. "My microwave. I'm making popcorn."
"Oh," There's a rustle, "You watching a movie? I only eat popcorn at movies."
"Well yeah." You giggle, giddy at the thought of spending the night with your boyfriend's hands gripping yours tightly.
"Really? What kind?"
Grabbing the bag of fresh popcorn and transferring it to a bowl with one hand was inconvenient, but you'd rather deal with it than stop the conversation with a stranger whose tone of voice you start to feel is familiar, "Just a scary movie. Pretty old."
The man drawls the next question, "do you like scary movies?"
You nod, even though you think he can't see you, "Yup."
His voice is husky now, his words throaty and drawled, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
Oh, now he's flirting with you, you realize. It might be one of Hoseok's friends playing a prank on you, maybe even your boyfriend himself and you inwardly huff.
"I don't know. They're all different in their own way, so there's no way to compare."
"Well, you have to have a favorite."
"Uh," You wrack your mind for a title, "well there's a recent one I just watched. New to the slasher franchise. The Boy. Heard of it?"
"Ah, yes the guy hiding inside walls, stalking his own baby sitter."
You're in the living room now, bowl of popcorn in your hand and setting it on the coffee table. "Yeah. Brahms Heelshire."
"Brahms! That's right. I liked that movie, it had a nice twist."
"It did have a nice twist, the ending kind of sucked though." You glance at the clock and your eyes twitch, not looking forward to your boyfriend once again apologizing for being late.
"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" Speaking of boyfriend, you roll your eyes. It's Hoseok now, you're convinced. Hoseok with a voice changing app.
"Yes." Not for long unless he gets arrives in less than a minute to save his ass. You don't notice the way your finger accidentally taps the 'End Call' button.
Your phone rings again and you answer on first ring.
"So sorry! Didn't realize I hung up."
"Tell me your name."
You want to scoff, instead you shake your head. "Why do you wanna know my name?"
"Because I wanna know who i'm looking at."
Your blood seems to have went cold inside you, goosebumps suddenly erupt throughout your whole body and you shoot up, looking around you.
You swallow a lump in your throat. "What did you say?"
"I want to know who i'm talking to."
"That's not what you said." You rush to open the small drawer installed in your coffee table, taking out a bottle of pepper gel before bolting to your front door to make sure it was locked. You turn on the light on your porch and see no one present. You turn it back off.
Walking briskly to the sliding door between the small garden and the inside of your house, you turn the light on too, but again, you don't see anyone present. You huff now, gripping your phone tighter.
"I have to go now." Your cold, shaking fingers struggle to remove the phone from your ear.
"Wait.. I thought we were gonna go out."
"I don't think so. I have a boyfriend."
The voice, previously so gentle, turns hostile and violent, "DON'T HANG UP ON ME."
"Gotta go." You force out, willing yourself to hang up.
"DON'T—"
Your shaking as you try to recollect yourself. Yoongi left a gun here, you think. Said it was for self defense and he doesn't go without it whenever he walks his girl home. The last party, he was showing off. He had a gun and he passed out. He left it and you were going to return it tomorrow. But it's still here. Still in the house. You could go get it.
You clench your eyes shut, panic consuming you the more you try to remember whether you placed it in your father's seldomly used vault or in your bedroom's private drawer. Both were at the opposite ends of the house. You were having trouble just standing.
The phone rings again and you're tempted to let it ring until it goes away.
But you have to know..
"Yes?"
"I told you not to hang up on me." The gentle tone is completely gone.
You clutch the pepper gel tighter in your other hand, making sure it was unsealed, ready to be used. "What do you want?"
"To talk."
"Well, dial someone else, okay?"
The voice sounds amused now. "Getting scared?"
You grit your teeth. "No. Bored."
You hang up immediately, tired and afraid.
You run to check your back door, finding it locked as well. All of the doors were locked. There was no way someone else could get in.
Just as you back away from the door, your phone rings again and you're fed up.
"Listen, asshole—"
"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?"
It's deep and it roars.
You suppress a whimper. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"More of a game, really." It's calm again but you don't trust it one bit.
"I'm calling the police. I swear. They'll trace this and i'm filing charges." You threaten, gripping on to one of the curtains to ground yourself.
"They'll never make it in time." It's dark, it's deep, and you're so scared.
You release a sigh, and you sound defeated even to yourself. "What do you want?"
It's deeper this time, more throaty, less human, "To see what your insides look like."
You fumble to hang up, letting the phone fly out of your hands right after.
Your hands are shaking but you shake your head in determination as you reach for it again. You dial 911.
"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"
"Can't—No time, he said he was here. Someone threatened to kill me. Said—said he could see me. Think he can see me. Said he'd kill me. Please send someone! Anyone!" You whisper frantically, backing against a corner to avoid any surprises.
"I understand. We'll send someone immediately."
You nod, unable to find your voice to even thank the receiver.
As you're curled up in the corner, you bury your face in your arms.
Then, you remember.
Hoseok is supposed to arrive any second. If someone dangerous was waiting to break in, Hoseok would be completely unaware and helpless.
Your pacifist boyfriend Hoseok wouldn't have anywhere to hide. To run to. You know for a fact he'd be walking this late at night with his car broken down since the previous week.
Better if it was just you. Better if you didn't drag him in.
Trembling, you dial his number.
"Hoseok?" You jump when he picks up the phone.
"Yeah, honey? I'm so sorry i'm late! I'm almost there!"
"My parents are here!" You squawk, and in the back of your mind, you're taken aback at how easy the lie fell off your tongue.
"My parents are here and pissed. Have—have to cancel." With a shuddering breath, you whisper delicately, "I love you."
"Wait, what? Y/N? DON'T HANG UP ON ME!"
You hang up.
Your phone rings again and you already know it's an unwelcome call.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Who's there?"
"You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish."
You loose your grip on the phone, letting it clatter to the floor just right by you. The voice buzzes. You tap the loudspeaker option.
You sigh. "What did I do?"
There's silence. You physically feel the energy draining out of you, the adrenaline taking its leave and in its stead, defeat. Your eyes are clenched shut, so that you don't have to see yourself die.
Your voice is croaky, and when you touch your face, it's wet with tears. You were crying? "There's must be something I did. Something I must've done for this. Can't you tell me?"
The phone clicks, signaling the call was ended from the other side.
You hear a crash from upstairs. The shattering of glass. You locked the doors, but the windows are breakable.
"Y/N!!" You hear Hoseok's voice, his fists banging on your front door. "LET ME IN!"
Multiple thuds from the other side. Hoseok was trying to break down the door.
It's too late. You hear footsteps approach you and you curl tighter around yourself, keeping your eyes shut.
You whisper then, "Get it over with. Just don't touch him."
The footsteps stop in front of you. "Sure. Loverboy's queued right after you."
It's like you've been brought back to life, hearing that sentence. You snap your eyes open and realize you're still gripping the pepper gel in your hand. You look up at your tormentor, sees a a shapeless silhouette with a mask on, a knife aiming to pierce through you but just as he gets close, you empty the bottle. Even through the mask. It has to have a hole for him to see, right? You hope.
There's a yelp from the masked man, and you dash towards your front door, your hands still shaking as you undo all the bolts. Hoseok looks red in the face, but you grab his hands to run.
"Fuck!" The masked man sputters, throwing his disguise down and upon hearing something hit the ground, you risk a glance behind you.
Your blood boild at the sight of a familiar face.
"Yoongi?!"
"Fuck. Who the fuck do you think? Fuuuck!" The man rolls on the ground, grunting in pain as he rubs at his eyes.
"Yoongi! I told you I didn't approve of this shit!" Hoseok growls, marching towards his best friend.
"Fuck you! It was you idea, asswipe!" Yoongi bites. "It was his idea, Y/N!" Yoongi chances a peek at you with one eye as he totally rats his best friend out, his whole face red and wincing, "Said you liked horror movies! Said this was foreplay for you! I'm the victim! I fucking climbed up with the tree that had a fucking bee's nest! I have ant bites all over my fucking ass! I have three splinters! Fucking hell! Ow!" He chokes on a sob as the gel finally settles in his eyeball.
"Wha.." You look at your boyfriend, confused beyond comprehension.
"Listen, I said it in passing and I was drunk! I didn't know they'd do this to you!" Hoseok raises up his hands in a defenseless manner.
"You scared the shit out of me, Yoongi!" You growl, marching towards where he's curled up into a ball, clutching his face in agony.
"God, please take me to a hospital." Yoongi pleads.
"You deserve this, you son of a bitch! I can't believe you took him seriously while he was drunk! You gave me that advice yourself!" You stomp on the mask he was wearing, picking it up to examine it just to throw it back to the ground in pure rage.
"So," Hoseok nuzzles his head against your shoulder, trailing kisses to your neck, "happy birthday?"
Yoongi huffs from his hospital bed as he watches the two of you practically melt into each other.
"Oh, shut it. You brought this on yourself." You stick out your tongue at your boyfriend's best friend.
"Whatever." Yoongi grunts, "Call Jiah. Tell her I have to cancel on our plans for tomorrow. My eyes hurt."
You giggle as your boyfriend's lips land on a ticklish spot behind your ear.
"Fine. Let me get my phone." You reach over to grab your bag and Hoseok whines at the momentary loss of your warmth. You stare at your phone, head tilting in wonder and you call out, "Hey Yoons, I can't believe you could say all that stuff."
Yoongi glares at you from his spot. "What stuff?"
"About gutting me and shit. That was traumatizing." You shake your head, and you miss the look of confusion shot in your direction.
"What?" Yoongi looks at you like you've morphed into a duck. "No I didn't."
You hum as your boyfriend resumes rudely ravaging your neck. "Didn't what?"
"Say that. I only called you twice. It was a prank call. I asked you if you had a boyfriend just in case you were playing Hoseokkie and you said yes so I clearly failed."
You feel your heart drop to your feet.
"Why did you break my window, then?" You whisper, pressing yourself closer to Hoseok as fear crawls back up your spine.
"What? I didn't. You said your parents' windows were never locked so I went in through there."
Your hands twitch, still holding your phone.
"Y/N? You okay?" Hoseok asks, wary of the way your face loses color.
You whisper, barely audible, "Someone was really there."
A few blocks away from your house, a girl grips her phone with a bloodied hand.
Your caller ID flashes on the screen. Too late.
(A/N: don't know if i'm making this a series. user @curlykoo who has since deactivated but complimented me and liked horror fics this is for u 💕 + most of the dialogue is actually from the movie itself!)
