There was nothing. Not even the sound of the blood rushing through my ears. Not even my breath was audible, and by that time I was panting. The air was stale, like it had been motionless for millennia. And the ground was cold, hard, unyielding. The silence was starting to have an effect on my. I began to tremble. My skin became cold to the touch and I could feel my sanity being tested. Seeing shadows move, and voices that were never there. I then felt a presence creep up behind me. It did not feel malevolent, but certainly did not feel welcoming. It was begging me too turn and look at it, but also warning me not to. What should I do? Should I turn and face my punishment with certainty? Or hold, and let ignorance be the bliss it was meant to be?
but where is the fic where captain kirk and captain america and captain jack harkness and captain jack sparrow and captain planet and captain hook and robin williams’s character from dead poets society get together once a month to drink captain morgan while they eat captain crunch
We need to stop this monstrosity from passing, or our internet freedom will be no more. SPEAK UP! Contact your senators and RAISE YOUR VOICE!