#don't hold your breath

[brazilspill]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but the Brazilian equivalent of "Don't hold your breath" is "Senta, que em pé cansa" which roughly translates as "Sit down, because you're gonna get tired waiting standing up" (literally, "Sit, because on your feet will tire you").

And I think that's both beautiful and true to how Brazilians view lineups.

#brazilian culture #portuguese #brazilian portuguese #brazil #portuguese language #langblr #brazilian colloquialisms #portuguese langblr #lol #funny sayings #waiting #don't hold your breath

[breannasfluff]

#don't hold your breath #ravio #ravioli #ravio x link #raviolink #ravio x legend #lu legend #lu ravio #ravioli ship

[thoughtlessarse]

The Netherlands can technically achieve and afford its goal of being completely climate-neutral by 2050. However, the feasibility depends on the timely implementation of planned measures, including controversial ones like CO2 storage, livestock shrinkage, and biofuels, the Netherlands Environmental Assessment Agency (PBL) said in a new report. Working with thousands of pages of background reports, the PBL calculated over 30 routes to becoming climate-neutral in all major sectors. It looked at which scenarios are the most cost-effective against how large the changes in production and consumption would have to be. “It is a huge task,” PBL director Marko Hekkert told NOS. “We only have 25 years left to achieve this. Any delay will make it extremely expensive or impossible. So the main thing now is to persevere—we have already seen the urgency in recent years.” Achieving the climate-neutral goal is not only possible but affordable. “These are not astronomical amounts. It is mainly a transition that we have to go through. That requires large investments and fair distribution, but does not entail high net costs,” said Bart Streners, lead author of the report. To achieve the goal, the Netherlands will have to produce at least three to five times more electricity than it does now, and it must come from renewable sources. That extra electricity will enable road traffic, heating, and the industry to stop using fossil fuels. Hydrogen can absorb peaks in electricity demand. The Netherlands will have to produce most of its hydrogen itself. Achieving that in time will require serious planning and parallel investments so that no one is waiting for progress elsewhere, the PBL said.

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The political will need to be there and if the Netherlands gets a (far) right wing cabinet then a lot of that will be lacking.

#netherlands #climate crisis #climate neutrality #achievable #don't hold your breath

[keebydeeby]

nobody makes the kind of nahyuta fan content that i want to see, forcing me to break out the ol creative impulses and make it myself

#not tagging i hate fandom #maybe someone out there is as starved for yuta stuff as i am tho ... #someday i'll be confident enough to actually post somethin #maybe #don't hold your breath

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Me: I love playing Zelda.

Also me: *gets filled with an ungodly amount of rage when I've died more than three times in a boss fight*

#Yes people I am attempting the Ganon fight in tears of the kingdom #don't hold your breath #tears of the kingdom

[theyuniversity]

For example,

When his niece asked if he thought BTS would reply to her tweet, Henry told her, “That would be amazing, but don’t hold your breath.”

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#idiom #don't hold your breath #English #English class #learning English #ESL #EFL #ELT #ELA

[ex0rin]

@themerrywhumpofmay May 1st "Don't hold your breath" - NSFW (E) Whip | Tears | The Chair

Rumlow/Winter Soldier, 1250 Words rape/non-con, violence, blood, whipping, blowjobs, deepthroating, hurt no comfort, hydratrashparty

“Don’t hold your breath sweetheart, I’m not changing my mind,” Rumlow starts, tsking as the soldier narrows his silver-blue eyes back at him - the other man is infinitely stubborn and frustrating when he feels like it, “we’ve talked about this,” Rumlow says, one hand palm flat against the soldier’s chest to push him back, further into the small room, “if you listened to me in the first place we wouldn’t be here.” 

“You’re lucky it’s not the chair,” he continues, ignoring the soldier’s annoyed huff to rifle through a large metal cabinet that’s pushed into the corner, closest to the doorway he’d shoved the other man through, “if you’re not getting in position for me then you’re already making it worse.” 

Read the rest on AO3 here: "Don't hold your breath"

#the merry whump of may #don't hold your breath #cara writes #winterbones #rumlow tag #winter soldier tag #hydratrashparty #ah another month long challenge #wish me luck everyone #tw: noncon

[sparklingbinjuice]

Merry Whump of May | Day One (and maybe last / only lmao)

Prompt: ‘Don’t hold your breath’

Topics: Whip | Tears | The Chair

Content Warnings: graphic rape/non-con, implied torture

“Why do they always want him half-naked for this anyway?” Rumlow complained, grunting as he hauled the shirtless, semi-conscious soldier across the vault. Christ, he weighed a ton. “It’s not like they need to mess with anything other than his head. There ain’t a scratch on him. Even the arm looks good as new.” Rumlow paused, wrinkling his nose. The soldier stank of days-old blood and sweat; sweet smell of decay already wafting out from where small, suspiciously flesh-like chunks were caught in the warm plates of his titanium arm. “Well, apart from the... you know, viscera.”

“Uh-huh.” From where he was standing guard near the security gate, Rollins sounded utterly disinterested.

#my fics #winterbones #hydra trash party #the merry whump of may #themerrywhumpofmay #don't hold your breath #my stuff

[chitaayakuqing]

After a couple weeks of being into ROTG and planning out a fanfic for it, I'm almost 70% confident that I can spell "Pennsylvania."

#rotg #jack frost #burgess #pennsylvania #fanfic #don't hold your breath #I'm gonna wait a while to publish it #I want a couple things in between it and Trampled lilies

[just-horrible-things]

The Merry Whump of May 1 : "Don't Hold Your Breath" Whip | Tears | The Chair (a chair, I guess, only kinda counts) @themerrywhumpofmay

“You won’t get away with this,” the captive wheezes, blood and tears streaming down his face. “I have security – I have a personal bodyguard, he’ll be looking for me right now –” “Matthew?” the kidnapper interrupts with a smile. “Yes, he’s a nice lad isn’t he. Far too nice for our line of work. He’s putting a daughter through college, did you know that?” Piggy, bloodshot eyes squint from below a creased and sweat-slicked brow. “You didn’t know that,” the kidnapper laughs. “Of course you didn’t, why would you bother to find out anything about the people who work for you. If you were a little more personable, maybe he wouldn’t have believed all the nasty stories I told him about what you’ve done.” “You lying piece of shit–!” the captive snarls, pulling violently against the ropes that hold his wrists to the chair behind him. “Oh, no, I only told him true stories. Not that it matters. He already hated you, did you know that? If he didn’t need the money so badly, he’d have quit before now.”

The kidnapper walks round behind the chair, and the captive squirms to track their movements. Gloved fingertips trail lightly across one shoulder, provoking another growl. “It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. Paying off his daughter’s loans would have been as trivial for you as it was for me, and it might have earned you a scrap of loyalty.” A slender hand grabs a fistful of thinning hair and yanks the bound man’s head back sharply. A startled yelp is followed by more frantic, futile squirming. But he freezes when the cold blade of a short knife is pressed against his throat. “Was that a sob I just heard?” the kidnapper purrs, close by his ear. “My, you really are pathetic.” “You’re lying,” the captive protests, voice higher and thinner than it was a minute before. “You’re lying, he’s looking for me right now, you’re lying.” “Maybe I am,” they grin. “Maybe you’re going to be rescued any second now… But don’t hold your breath.”

#my writing #the merry whump of may #don't hold your breath

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

May 1st “Don’t Hold Your Breath”

Whip | Tears | The Chair

(CW: injury, whipping, pet whump, mild gore)

“Put your hands out.” Whumper instructed, watching Whumpee’s eyes widen in horror.

“M-Master please, I-I did as you asked- I didn’t h-hold my breath!” 

“Put your hands out, if you don’t want the whip.” 

“Please no Master, Please..” Whumpee cried, “I did what you wanted! Please!”

Whumper snatched up a leather, braided whip and Whumpee blubbered dismissed apologies, already collapsing to the floor and caving in on themselves. 

The whip didn’t care if they weren’t in position, when Whumper snapped it, it obeyed. Like Whumpee should have, if they wanted to avoid a punishment. 

“I’m giving you one more chance, to take your lashes with grace or I’ll make sure you’re bloody when I’m done with you, mutt.” 

The insinuation sent fear into them, corrected their posture and they tried to pull themselves out of their fetal position. They pushed flat to the floor, chest against it and stretched out shaking hands. Turned up their palms, offered scarred and trembling digits. 

“M-May I-I have a punishmem-ment, M-Master?” 

As soon as the leather cracked, Whumpee jolted and the hands they’d offered, striped with blood. Skin split, gave to the vicious tail and Whumpee bit back an outburst of tears when they wanted to howl from the searing pain. Nerves split, their flesh cried with stinging rebuttal. 

"What do we say?" Whumper prompted, waiting patiently for their choked out response.

"T-Thank you, M-Master," Whumpee sobbed out, despite the tension in their throat. "M-May I have a-an-"

"May you have what? Finish it."

"May I have a-another l-lash from the whip, M-Master?"

Their arm snapped again and Whumpee cried out in a guttural bleat, Whumper's face twisting at the corners into a grin. Their arms flexed and bloodied hands shook, using everything in their body to not pull away and recoil from the severing of flesh. 

They were sobbing now, looking up through watery eyes at the one punishing them. Tears dripped across their cheeks, snot slid down their upper lip and their sides seized in from rattling, desperate breaths. 

Still, Whumper waited. Patiently, with the exact opposite radiating off of them as their fingers drummed against a wooden handle. They were waiting and Whumpee knew, they shouldn’t be made to wait any longer if they didn’t want to have their hands rendered entirely useless by the end of it. 

“T-Thank y-you.. M-Master.. T-That’s t-two...” 

Whumpee ground out, stuttering, shaking in continued aching sobs of fear and the amplification of their pain. 

“May I have a-another?” 

@themerrywhumpofmay​

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump prompts #pet whump #whump tropes #whump blog #the merry whump of may #don't hold your breath #tw whipping #tw punishment #tw dehumanization

[ms-moonlight-inn]

Not me. My kid.

Literally my kid writing his first 5-pargraph argumentative essay, asking me to print it, checking the word count, & then sending the word count and picture of the printed the essay to his bestie.

🥺👉👈

#writers #it starts early #but he's actually a math geek #don't hold your breath #yeah 😅 #proud momma

[cryptidwritings]

"Don't Hold Your Breath"

@themerrywhumpofmay

Day 1 - Whip, Tears, The Chair

[masterlist]

CW: whipping

"Hands on. You know the rules, don't you?"

Whumpee did. They knew all too well what would come next. Whumper didn't hide it, holding the nine-tails proudly, boasting it as the one light cast a shadow just behind the chair where Whumpee was meant to grasp.

They didn't want to.

Whumper flicked the whip, slapping the tails onto the ground with a sickening crack, causing Whumpee to jump and shake as tears began to well up in their eyes. They had just healed. This wasn't fair.

"What makes you think you can hesitate!" Whumper shouted, their voice echoing like thunder, "do I not give you enough reasons to obey!?"

Whumpee held their hands up, "I'm so sorry m-master!" They pled as they began to turn; their shaking knees barely bending, begging to remain still in terror.

They made it around, looking at the towering shadow on the wall that held the whip in comparison to their small frame.

"Bend," Whumper commanded, "and don't hold your breath, I want to hear the sounds you make."

And what could Whumpee do but obey?

#the merry whump of may #don't hold your breath #cw whipping #whump drabble #originalfiction

[evilwriter37]

The Merry Whump of May Day 1

Prompts: tears, the chair

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, broken bones

Pairings: none

Word Count: 660

Summary: Viggo doesn't want to torture Hiccup, but he will for information on the Dragon Eye lenses.

A/N: So, I might be doing The Merry Whump of May challenge. This is the first story.

#the merry whump of may #day 1 #don't hold your breath #whump #tears #broken bones #graphic depictions of violence #httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #race to the edge #hiccup haddock #hiccup!whump #viggo grimborn #fanfiction #writing

[theyuniversity]

For example,

When his niece asked if he thought BTS would reply to her tweet, Henry told her, “That would be amazing, but don’t hold your breath.” 

Website | Twitter |  Instagram | Medium | Pinterest | Ko-fi | eBook

#idiom #don't hold your breath #ESL #EFL #ELA #ELT #English #English class #learning English