Capture.
Scylla’s head is throbbing. She can barely open her eyes, the bright fluorescent lights burn. Leather straps cut into her skin, bruises aching with pain. Her side wound burns with what feels like too tight bandages and some sort of cleaning agent, probably alcohol. She can hear a door slide open, clicking close after a second, footsteps following. Lithe. Soft. Probably belonging to a tall thin person. She can hear the lights buzzing. It’s painful. Everything’s painful right now.
“I’ll tell you this once.” The person says in a deep, soft, hypnotically calm voice, circling the upright table Scylla is currently strapped to. “Tell me where the turtle aliens are, and I’ll let you go.”
Scylla has to physically stop herself from laughing. Aliens. He thinks the guys are aliens. Holy shit, where was this guy during the Kraang?
“Tell me.” The man, at least, Scylla is like, 90% sure he’s a man. He sounds like a man. To be honest, only a guy would be so wholly unobservant as to think the turtles are aliens. Slash joke, of course.
Scylla has to physically struggle to speak, her throat hurts so much. “Nah, I’m good.” She manages to get out, before a cough pushes its way out of her throat. She thinks she feels warm liquid on her lip. It tastes irony-tangy.
Fuck.
“Tell me where they are. Now.” The man has gotten angry now. Good, Scylla thinks. People make stupid mistakes when they’re upset. One of the first things her mother taught her when she tried to take over the hotel for a we-
Scylla screams. Everything everywhere all at once has turned into hot hot hot white white white pain, and every thought she has is erased as she continue screaming.
When Bishop takes the taser away from her wound, there are tears streaming down Scylla’s face.
She opens her eyes, vision still blurry, irises flickering blue with Draconic Magic as she pants, trembling. She can’t control her breathing anymore, it’s sporadic and shaky and she can’t think or even keep her eyes trained on the same spot. She hasn’t cried like this since the Kraang took Leo. Behind Bishop, she can see a window, and a commotion as guards drag past a fluffy pink haired-
“TENZU-” Scylla lunges forward, coughing up more blood as the restraints dig into her ribs. Bishop punches her in the face, Tenzu looking over and struggling to get out of the guards grip to try to get to their sister as they continue to drag them away. “If you will not cooperate,” Bishop hums. “We will find other uses for you.”
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My dear @wolfsbanesbite asked me to write them a little Sebastian/Michael story....and this almost 7k fic was born.
It has werewolves M<3
Em, I hope you like it!
Running from You
Michael knew better than to pine after someone who was happily in a relatioship, but that didn't stop him from wishing he could be the one that Sebastian loved.
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Michael and Sebastian are pining idiots and it takes an injury to get them to realise they're just stupid
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I'm so cynical about that two-headed calf.
it's 2 weeks old and still can't stand. yesterday's update was "here is a video of her holding her head up", with a claim that it is growing in strength - but in the video, it very much looks like the heads are being propped up by a bag of woodchips.
calves should be standing within 2 hours of birth. by the third day, they should be mobile enough that they're hard to catch. by adulthood, they weigh over a thousand pounds.
there's also a religious angle to this. many of the farm's posts have been intensely christian, the farm has described the calf as 'a miracle from God', and nearly all the comments are people offering prayers. meaning.....they might not be making the most objective decisions regarding this animal's welfare.
I'm in a livestock Facebook group and two-headed calves aren't as rare as you'd think. mostly, they're born dead, or die shortly after birth. this isn't a deformity that is compatible with life, and I just can't see any outcome where this calf starts thriving.
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I was hit by a truck going 50km/h in front of an elementary school. The Wii bowling announcer voice announced it was a strike and the witnesses cheered and applauded the truck driver.
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Brief image description: a small Palestinian child is sleeping atop a hospital bed -where they have what appears to be a breathing tube up their nose -the long tube is connected to a machine that provides oxygen beside them. The caption in front of this image states: The Palestinian Prisoners' Club: "Israeli occupation forces has arrested a Palestinian girl from Gaza residing in the occupied West Bank for cancer treatment." [source: telegram-QudsNen]
A little girl undergoing CANCER treatment was arrested... no matter how many times I re-read this statement, it gets even more vile. This is beyond heinous.
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