#Injection Attacks

[whumpypepsigal]

A Quiet Place: Day One (2024)

#just breathe

[presumeddeaddie]

if there’s a “final blow”, so to speak, to be delivered to gerrard at the end of his pretender incumbency, i really want it to be delivered by hen. how badass would it be for him to lose his job not once, but twice because of a extremely smart and commendable black lesbian? black, woman, and gay? all three things he despises? *chefs kiss*

[whumperer-86]

Regeneration Cdrama ep1

He collapsed at the airport in previous video I posted and they tried to save him but in the ambulance another matter

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 2 - The Weight of Silence

Time sludged past in a viscous heap as Raph sat there with his shivering twin, trying to guide Don through the panic overwhelming his body. As a way to ground his brother, Raphael wrapped one of his arms slowly over Don’s shell, and gently pulled his brother close.

Ever since returning home, things have been.. different. One emergency to the next was becoming far too normal in his family’s life.  Not even the warm comfort of being home could protect Raph and Don from their nightmares. 

I’m so done with this.

The jolted shivers of Don penetrated Raph’s body in crackling sparks. The fiery brother’s attempts to calm himself were slowly devoured by the growing shadow of vengeance and bitterness. He couldn’t do anything, just sit and wait, as his twin fought for control of his own dang body. All because.. 

..of what happened.

All because..

..of what he couldn’t stop.

Despite his attempts to fight back, the shadows of Raph’s past overtook him instantly.

.  .  .

Raphael didn’t know how long it had been since Specter had left his and Don’s cell. The stinkin’ lab, or whatever it was, kept any rays of sunlight hidden behind its thick walls. There was no clock. No windows. Just the same yellow-tinted light that never turned off. Sometimes he would catch the faint echoes of footsteps through the door, but besides that, there were no other sounds heard. 

Complete. Silence.

He never realized how significant noise was. How.. normal it made each day; A skitter of a roach on the flaked tile, a light drip of the sewer pipe that Don hadn’t quite reached for repairs yet, the flick of Splinter’s tail as he paced, waiting for the kettle to sound so he could have his scheduled morning tea.. And even in the more simple things. While he and his bros read their books in the living room, the faint static of the TV would whisper in the background. Sensei’s Grandfather Clock would give a slight ticking hum when it reached noon.

Sound.. meant… life. 

Well, there was no doubt that he was still alive. Can’t feel pain if you’re dead, and last he checked, he was full of the stuff. His right arm’s muscles ached in a dull burn from whatever juice that mad scientist injected into him. Besides making him extremely uncomfortable, that liquid acid stuff really didn’t do all that much damage. That realization both intrigued and terrified him.

Does the stuff take longer to activate? Or was it just a dud?? Can a shot be a dud???

Raph slumped back onto the table he was currently strapped down to. He didn’t have to think too far back to remember what happened; How it made his body feel. When the needle pierced his skin, a swift chill flooded his veins, just like every other injection. But then before he had the chance to blink, the freezing cold crackled into searing hot. Like when you put your hand in ice for way too long. Every nerve in his arm twisted into knots as the poison slowly clawed its way up his bicep and into his neck. Blurs of screams pass through his memory as he shakes his head and pushes onto the next thing he can remember.

His memory takes him to the moment Specter began questioning him. With each interrogating word, Raph could feel his will.. lessen. The fire of defiance he had worn like a badge began getting smothered by the cold streams of the neon green liquid burning through his veins. As the interrogation continued, a voice began speaking to him deep in his mind. It shadowed the cold tone of Specter, melding together in a horrible chorus of condescension. It whispered empty promises to him. It begged him to “use his head” and just give in.

But Raph had never been good at taking orders. He fought strenuously at his binds, using the pain and movement to distract him from the voice. It took everything in him to finally burst through the ghostly whispers, making them dissipate into a murky echo. The voice chanted the same phrase over and over until it finally vanished from Raph’s mind:

“Just give in. Use your head.”

Excellent idea.

Raph’s mouth curled into a proud grin as he recalled using the voice’s words against it. The final cherry on top of the sundae of spite: A solid headbutt leaving Specter clinging to his profusely bleeding face. A true work of art if he had to say so himself. Even with the pain still radiating through his body, he gave a silent chuckle as the mad scientist beelined it for the door, leaving small crimson puddles in his wake. 

The small victory was cut short when he saw the jerk use Don’s mask as a hanky. Talk about disrespect. 

“Don, okitemasu ka?” (Don?..You awake?)

There was a slight sound of shuffling as his now non-purple clad brother turned to face Raph. Or at least- as best he could while being tied down to the floor by his wrists. Raph winced at the sight of the growing purple-ish red bruise spreading across Don’s left cheek.

“Hai, akiraka ni.” Don spoke in his usual “I’m too tired for this” tone.(Yes, obviously.)

“Keikaku wa arimasu ka?” (Do we have a plan?)

Don paused, shifting his expression to one Raph knew quite well: his “I’m thinking” face. Don’s brows creased together as his eyes lowered to look at his closed fists. A small moment of more unnerving silence passed as Raph waited impatiently for his brother to give a hint as to what was going on in his overly-sized brain. 

Without saying a word, Don used his hazel eyes to steer Raph’s matching set onto what was in the freckled brother’s hand. A tiny shard of glass.

How did he-??

Apparently Raph’s confusion was clear in his body language, cause Don, still being blind as a bat, nodded while he quickly fingerspelled the letters G-L-A-S-S-E-S. 

Ok- we got a teeny glass knife.. Pretty sure it’s too small to do any real damage, and it’ll break if Don tries to use it to unlock his cuffs.. So.. how is that helpful at all????

Again, true to their twin nature, Don read Raph’s feelings like a book, and continued to sign the word “WAIT.” 

That.. is not an answer.

Don rolled his eyes and gave a dramatic sigh.

“Sain suru no ga itai!” The freckled brother hissed in annoyance. (It hurts to sign!)

Oh. Oops.

“G-gomen..” Raph whispered as he hunched his shoulders in apology.(Sorry..)

Don simply gave a slack thumbs up before dropping his weighted cuffs back to the ground to give his aching wrists a break. The clangs of his cuffs hitting the floor echoed through their empty cell. 

Silence drowned the brothers in a thick sheet of anxiety in seconds. The room felt as if the walls began to stretch, only growing the cell’s chill of emptiness. The cold sensation crawled its way up Raph’s arms and legs like a spider skittering up his shell, making him shudder in discomfort.

Raph’s annoyance levels were at an all-time high at this point. Not only was he captured, doomed to be some mad scientist’s plaything, stuck in awkward silence, and tied down so he couldn’t move- but with every word he spoke, he had to take the time to translate it from English to Japanese. And then he had to properly say it in that dialect so that Don would understand him through his lousy accent and stuttering. On top of that, his arm still ached and shuddered from time to time, making it very hard to concentrate. 

Usually at about this time, Raph would excuse himself from the room and throw hands with an unfortunately placed pipe sticking out of the ground. He had to do something to get his building energy out. If he chose through his fists in a secluded room, then no one would get hurt. Well- maybe him, but bruised and bloodied knuckles are nothing to cry about. The only other option to get it out would be through his mouth- and that choice has landed him far too many times in his room with a sore butt for it to be his first pick. Sensei always taught him that words can sting like venom, so he always chose his fists. He learned pretty quick that it’s best for him to hide when he released his brimming energy. It never ended well when someone got in his way.

But now here he is, on the brink of a volcanic eruption of built up negative energy and stress, and with no way to let it out. His tight fists shook in their strapped leather binds, making the metal belts clink and clang. Raph let out a frustrated growl as all his tugging and pulling proved to be useless. Not a dent or a tear in sight. His foot tapped restlessly on the floor in erratic bursts.

Finally- the silence ended.

Raph and Don shot their heads up in unison as they heard the sounds of footsteps and keys outside the door of their cell. Don lifted his head and straightened his posture immediately, trying to mask the obvious exhaustion weighing his body down by the second. Raph raised his chin and took a deep inhale as the door’s handle began to turn. 

The door opened revealing a woman with a pointed chin and nose. Her hair was long and straight as if it were made of plastic. Her abyss blue irises were framed with thick-rimmed glasses. She pointed at Don with a glossy, red tipped finger.

“That one.” She curtly ordered.

Raph watched in horror as two guards rushed towards his brother. The first tried to grab at Don’s chains, but was quickly thwarted by his brother’s teeth clamping down onto their arm. The second guard immediately stepped in, pointing and firing his pistol at Don’s neck. With a *thwick* the dart penetrated into his skin, making him yelp. 

No. Please- God- NO.

Don continued to struggle against the two men, but the tranq was already starting to take effect, making Don’s movements go from quick and calculated to sluggish and desperate. As the men began to lift Don up from his chains, he tried one last ditch effort at an attack. His fist, now released from being tied down to the ground, came rocketing straight into one of the guard’s faces. But as Raph watched, he noticed something. Right before Don’s fist made contact with the man, he released his grip and shot out his fingers.

Something shiny flew from his twin’s hand and landed right in between Raph’s feet. As subtly as he could, Raph slid the glass underneath his heel. The struggle between the guards and Don continued, giving Raph hope that nothing was noticed. But finally, after using all his strength to fight off the guards, Don fell limp onto the ground succumbing to the effects of the tranquilizer.

Please don’t take him!! DON’T LET THEM TAKE HIM!!

And all Raph could do….

..was watch through tear-filled eyes as his brother, his twin, was dragged away into the blinding light of the hallway.

That's it for this chapter. :) I'M SO HAPPY TO BE BACK TO WRITING SIWWWWW!!!!!! I've missed it so~

If you enjoyed reading, feel free to reblog this!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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[xanthera]

Stop posting memes about how Joe Biden is so mediocre that he isn't even worth voting for, you're going to make people not want to vote at all and we'll have a repeat of 2016 when people were too lukewarm about Hillary to consider how bad Trump would be. I swear to god, if you actively post that shit I have to assume that you're either a psy-op account or you've been duped by them. I've seen mutuals that I KNOW are more intelligent than that posting those memes and it's making me want to tear my hair out because I really thought y'all knew better.

Yes, the Democratic party is using our legitimate fear of the GOP's fascism as a way to enforce the status quo and avoid making meaningful change. You do know that we still need to vote for them anyway, right? Like, you know that, right? It's important to me that you know that. It's called fucking harm reduction. Harm REDUCTION. Not elimination, reduction.

Y'all motherfuckers act like we're complicit in our own oppression because we're willing to make progress slowly rather than demanding instant perfection and losing to the greater evil when that inevitably fails. It sucks, but being an adult means making hard decisions. There are no good choices, only less bad choices. You still have to make a choice.

Stop encouraging people not to vote. Both sides are not the same. Leftist anti-Biden memes are counterproductive, please stop doing the work of the Russian psy-op accounts for them. I know you're angry, I'm angry too, but I want you to know the deep, soul-crushing fear of a repeat of 2016 that fills me when I see you post that shit. I legit had a flashback of election night 2016 and it sent me spiraling for like an hour, I honest to god almost threw up remembering how crushed and scared I was that night when I realized what was going to happen.

The overton window has been pushed to the right. We can't push it all the way left instantly, it got here over time, and it's going to take time to push it back. Fucking deal with it. Instant gratification is impossible in politics. Post your memes when we're no longer in active danger of a second Trump term. God damn, grow the fuck up.

[jasperyourmutt]

Thank fucking god for doctors who give a shit about your health. I just met my new doctor who is going to be prescribing my T and I feel so relieved to have someone who actually CARES

[dangraccoon]

Anything

Day 1 ~Panic Attack~

Echo

Word Count: 708 Content: panic attack, anxiety, grief, death, major character death/reference to major character death, mild sedative

Echo looked down the hallways from the corner. He looked left, right, left again, and then took the right hallway. The halls seemed almost deserted, which didn’t soothe the edge of nerves that twisted his guts, but if memory served, there would be a console with a scomp port three sections down.

Get in, get the info, get out.

Simple enough.

He looked around him as he reached the console, then plugged in. He was still getting used to the energy-like sensation that pushed information to his proverbial fingertips. It always made him feel as though he had one foot in the real world and one metal prosthetic in the data stream. A chill ran down his spine.

He began digging for the information he so desperately sought. His scomp whirred in the port, mechanical clicking filling his ears. He almost didn’t hear the comm attached to his other arm.

“--cho? Echo, do you copy?”

Shit, he swore in his head.

“Yes, sir,” he answered, trying his best not to sound guilty.

“Echo, where are you? You were supposed to be at your physical therapy session.”

Echo flinched. After three sessions without being under Rex’s watchful eye, he thought it was a pattern he could use to his advantage. He thought wrong.

“Kix… let me go early,” Echo hummed, hoping it sounded believable. “He was busy prepping Torrent company’s innoculations for the mission to Rodia.”

The silence of the comm line was deafening. If Rex was looking for me, he’d go to Kix first, he realized. Shit.

“Echo, please. Come back to the barracks. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

Echo’s scomp froze. His heart started to race as he reread the information at the top of the file again and again.

“Echo?”

It couldn’t be true. It- it just couldn’t.

Rex persisted. “Echo, where are you? What did you find?” Distantly, Echo noted the panic creeping into Rex’s voice.

The edges of his vision were blurring, but he read it again.

“ARC Trooper CT-27-5555 Status: Deceased”

As the information finally pushed its way into his comprehension, Echo yanked his scomp from the port, falling back onto the floor. 

He could feel the restraints tightening again, the icy metal exam table beneath his back. The lights were too bright. The whirring of a medical droid screamed in his ears. 

No!

Rex finally saw him. “Echo,” he called, dashing to him, Kix on his heels. 

Echo was on the floor, pressed against the wall as though something had urged him there. His eyes were wide and scanning the area in front of him, but they didn’t seem to really see any of it.

“Echo, can you hear me?” he pleaded, grabbing Echo’s shoulders.

“C– CT-1409,” Echo muttered, his eyes wide.

“His heart rate and blood pressure are through the roof,” Kix said. “I can give him a mild sedative.”

Rex’s head snapped towards his medic. “A sedative?”

Kix held his hands up. “Just enough to help calm him down, not knock him out.”

Rex looked back at Echo, helplessly repeating his number. “O-okay,” he finally said. “Do it.”

Kix nodded, grabbing the injector from his med kit.

“It’s okay, Echo,” Rex spoke gently to his brother. “You’re safe on The Resolute. It’s just me and Kix.”

Echo flinched as the injector pressed against his neck. “It’s alright, brother,” Kix said. “I won’t hurt you.”

An eternity passed in seconds as Rex held his breath, watching for any sign of Echo coming back.

The nervous twitching began to slow and Echo’s eyes seemed to start to focus on his brother. “CT– 1- …R-Rex?”

“I’m here, Echo,” Rex assured him. “It’s okay.”

Echo’s breathing was finally evening out as Rex and Kix helped him to his feet, his arms over their shoulders as they led him back to the officers’ barracks.

By the time they had him sitting on Rex’s bunk, Echo’s expression had changed from one of panic to a sullen acceptance.

“He’s really gone, isn’t he?” he breathed.

Rex didn’t need him to say who “he” was. “I’m so sorry, Echo.”

Echo inhaled shakily, nodding slightly.

“I’ll tell you as much or as little as you want,” Rex said, his eyes not quite meeting the other’s eyes. “Anything, Echo.”

Next Day »

Thanks for reading! - River

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[allgremlinart]

the Star Trek edit community has harmed me once again

[stuffyflowers]

Ok now that im back home I am thinkingggg about the resets in uty. Kind of sad we don’t get any moments of deja vu from anyone to beeeeee honest

[lordofthewhumps]

Republic Of Doyle Season 3 Episode 7

Des having a panic attack and then injected with an auto injector in the leg

[thetiredstuff]

my neurologist prescribed me new meds to take for my migraine: an injection every month. this injection accordin to her had no side effects besides constipation. i read the package leaflet and it also basically didn't say antyhting about any side effects. so i took it yesterday.

but i still have this issue where i feel like i have to pee all the time. i'm taking meds for it that suppress it but it's not the best and just upped my dosis.

so it's 26 hours after i took the injection and all of a sudden i start feeling like i have to pee again eventhough im still taking those meds.

so i start looking up the name of this injection and bladder problems and i start finding message boards and reddit threads of people who've taken this injection and who've started having bladder problems. but also people who started having all kinds of other incredibly severe medical issues, none of which are on the package leaflet or even anywhere online except those message boards.

it takes 5 months before those injections are out of your system. i cannot go through having this feeling of having to pee again for 5 months.

i should have never taken this injection.

[my-animeandmanga-journey]

???

Did Pixis just pull this out of his butt, or was Eren actually part of this experiment and didn't know it?

[rattoroni]

Fellas

Ever just lowkey reaaaally wanna commit a mVrd3r to see if you could do it and not be caught?

Me neither don’t worry about it ahhahehehehehehe

[melishade]

poderia fazer a cena no war timeline onde o breackdown vai ate o acampamento decepticon e salva os eldianos.

Translate: I could do the scene in the war timeline where Breakdown goes to the Decepticon camp and saves the Eldians.

Previous Episode of the War Timeline

TW Needles. TW Injections.

So Breakdown, Colt, Ymir, Historia, Lara, Mikasa, Jean, Kenshin and a few others are now working together to dismantle the Decepticon camps. They steal the resources, they free the prisoners, and they blow it up. Obviously, they can't transport the prisoners, they can only run on foot. In between these excursions, they all get to know each other and get closer and even become friends, and Breakdown is fully able to understand the value of humans. Well, except for Starscream. He's too stubborn.

However, this destruction is starting to gain the attention of the Decepticons, because the team's actions is causing a loss in resources and actual Decepticons. Soundwave makes an educated guess as to where they are going, and Megatron orders Knockout and a few others to intercept.

So when the team goes to the next Decepticon camp, they are immediately ambushed by Knockout and the others. And the Decepticons kill the guards that Kenshin had with him. Mikasa, Jean, Historia, and Ymir are trying their hardest to not exhaust the limited resources they have in their 3D gear but that is extremely difficult. Lara is already trying her damned hardest to attack the vehicons without getting hit with energon blasters, because she's seeing what that's doing to her defenses. The only one able to do any real damage without getting hurt is Ymir, who is the only titan shifter on the team with an energon serum in her body. Colt and Kenshin are navigating through the chaos to get to the prisoners and find a way to blow the place up, and Starscream is trying his best to escape in the chaos. And Knockout and Breakdown are having their 1v1 fight.

And during this fight, Breakdown is trying once again to beg Knockout to come with them. That this was wrong, and they needed to fix their mistake. But Knockout retorts about their path. It is literally safer for them to be with the Decepticons. Any path away from that will lead to death. Just bring the humans back with him, Knockout tells Breakdown, and Megatron will forgive him and welcome him back into the fold.

Breakdown considers it, only for a moment, but damn it, he's gotten attached to the humans and refuses to go with his conjunx. Knockout is betrayed by this, and Knockout knows that Soundwave and Megatron are watching somehow and forces himself to go on the offensive, for the kill. Meanwhile, with Ymir's help, Lara is able to dispatch of the vehicons. But Lara sees Knockout getting more aggressive in his attacks. Lara sees Knockout going for Breakdown's neck, but Lara quickly intercepts him and gets stabbed with his energon prod in the chest. And because Lara isn't immune to energon, the attack takes a heavy toll on her actual body. Before Knockout could try to take Lara in a split second, Colt and Kenshin manage to blow up all the energon, causing mass destruction, and a distraction for the others to escape. Breakdown snatches Lara up, who is suffering from the energon injuries in her human form, and makes a move to grab the other humans. However, Colt notices Lara trying to say spinal while pointing at Ymir. And it clicks for the teen. Lara needed Ymir's spinal fluid because of Ymir's immunity to energon.

Colt manages to point Breakdown to the storage room where they kept all the medical equipment, just as more of the Decepticons were coming in through the spacebridge. Colt grabs a syringe and they all flee with Breakdown. However, during the chaos, they weren't able to grab Starscream and he is left behind. Knockout manages to find him and corner him. Starscream tries to swindle his way out of it, but Knockout is too distraught to care and shocks him until he passes out. Megatron sees the damage and is fully prepared to chew Knockout out for his incompetence, but Knockout is dragging a passed out Starscream by his leg and throws him at Megatron's pedes, while also informing him that Breakdown is alive and a traitor and that one of the titan shifters might be dead soon, which seems to calm Megatron's rage.

When the rest of them are a safe enough distance, Kenshin laments the fact that they lost Starscream while Colt demands Ymir to pull up her shirt. She does and Colt jams the syringe into her spine and draws out the blue spinal fluid. He jams it into Lara's neck, just as she's about to succumb to her injuries and disintegrate, causing energon to flow through her body and trigger her powers, creating an explosion of energon crystals. Lara passes out immediately after, but they have managed to save her life and prevent the power of the titans from being lost to a random Eldian baby.

(Sorry for the delay. I had to really think about this one.)

[thessaralka]

ive had several bad drug experiences and I can't overstate how terrifying it is to suddenly or prolongedly be high when you don't want to be, and I think intentional drugging is one of the most disgusting torture devices ever invented, which is why my MCs will experience it in my stories :)

[scarlethoodi]

Dystopian/fantasy series

that actually utilize its modern setting by expanding on recording events

but more importantly the media manipulation

of what is believed by the characters/population in story

is my new favorite genre. Please give me more.

And yes I know The Hunger Games did it “first”