#Sterile Environment

[creativeera]

Biological Safety Cabinets: An Essential Piece of Equipment for Microbiological Laboratories

Biological Safety Cabinets Microbiological safety cabinet, also known as biosafety cabinets, are essential equipment used in microbiological laboratories to protect researchers, laboratory personnel, and the environment from exposure to infectious agents. There are three main classes of microbiological safety cabinet - Class I, Class II, and Class III - with Class II being the most commonly used type in academic and pharmaceutical laboratories. Each class has different features and protection levels depending on the types of procedures being conducted. Class I Biological Safety Cabinets Class I microbiological safety cabinet, also called biosafety cabinets class I, provide personnel and environmental protection but no product protection. Airflow in Class I cabinets is drawn through the work area and directed out through an exhaust plenum. This design provides protection from microorganisms suspended in the air inside the cabinet. However, the cabinet offers no barrier between the product and sterile internal environment. As such, Class I cabinets are typically used for work that does not require product protection, such as for storage of non-hazardous material or preparation of low to moderate risk biological agents. Class II Microbiological safety cabinet Class II microbiological Biological Safety Cabinets come in Type A1, A2, B1, and B2 configurations with varying degrees of personnel, environmental, and product protection. All Class II cabinets provide heated, HEPA-filtered air to the work zone that separates the work from the external environment. The downward laminar flow provides product and environmental protection by preventing contamination of the work surface and material inside the cabinet. Class II Type A1 and A2 cabinets draw 70% of the filtered air across the work area and 30% across the HEPA filters at the rear grill. These types are suitable for low to moderate risk biohazardous work. Class II Type B1 and B2 cabinets re-circulate over 70% of the air through additional HEPA filtration for enhanced containment and are used for more hazardous manipulations. Class III Microbiological safety cabinet Class III microbiological safety cabinet, also known as glove boxes or laminar flow biosafety cabinets class III, provide the highest level of containment. They are completely enclosed with closed front, HEPA-filtered inlet, and HEPA-filtered exhaust air that passes through two sets of HEPA filters or highefficiency particulate absorption (HEPA) filters. The user manipulates materials inside the cabinet through attached rubber gloves that are permanently sealed to the access ports or openings in the cabinet. Class III cabinets are specifically designed for work with agents requiring Biosafety Level 4 practices and containment, such as highly pathogenic microbes that pose a high risk of life-threatening disease. Certification of Microbiological safety cabinet Ensuring proper installation and operation of microbiological safety cabinet is critical for personnel and environmental protection. As such, all microbiological safety cabinet must undergo certification upon installation to verify correct airflow patterns and HEPA filter integrity. Routine recertification is typically required annually to certify the cabinet is functioning as intended. The certification process involves smoke studies, inflow velocity measurements, and HEPA filter leak tests to National Sanitation Foundation (NSF) standards. Properly certified and maintained microbiological safety cabinet provide the highest level of protection for laboratory personnel working with biohazardous materials. Get more insights on Biological Safety Cabinets

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[cassi-misc-art]

Reflection

Everything was white. The snow outside, her gown, her sheets, the walls, the railings on her bed, the machines beeping around her. It felt like a hospital room. It was certainly as cold as one. She found the small plastic rectangle by her pillow, pressing the button as firmly as she could.

Her father came in, and she beamed, reaching out and wheezing her request. The blankets he brought were white, and so was the tray her breakfast was on. She pressed the button to raise her bed herself, and managed to eat everything but the toast.

Something shimmered in the corner of her eye, but she ignored it as her father gently disentangled her from the machinery. He walked her to the bathroom, and as soon as the door closed, the shimmering reappeared, enveloping her.

She panicked, but was no longer in control of herself.

"I won't be long," something promised, speaking with her voice, with her mouth. "I'm just here to see you get what you deserve."

The panic multiplied, though the thing tried to soothe. What did she deserve?

It smiled at her through her reflection. "You deserve to see someone in the mirror who loves you."

[wowa-bublord]

sephiroth gainsborough!!! :D

[spectra-phantasma]

Overhaul WIP 🖤

[superfluffychickens]

Phew! Just disinfected the nursery with Virkon, literally scrubbed every wall, the floor, the doors, the window, as well as the brooder and brooder plate, the big crate (that I’ll use once the chicks are a few weeks old), even the trash can! I’m a bit paranoid about the babies getting sick, but that’s because they’re my babies. You know how strict obstetrical wards/NICUs are, because you don’t want to take risks with your babies when they’re just born and have such weak immune systems. I have the same philosophy. So I always change clothes when I have to go between the coop and the nursery, I wear a shower cap in the coop so I don’t get dander in my hair, and of course I wash my hands throughly. If it’s within my power, I’ll do it to keep the babs safe. I’ll even vaccinate them myself if I have to. I hope it doesn’t come to that, it’s expensive and I’ve never given an injection before, but I’ll do it.

[frnkiebby]

I'm your biggest fan and willing to fight people about it

i think i know of at least one person who would be willing to fight you over that~🎃

[flamejob]

i love when tattoo drama goes viral and you just have to tell people that yeah that's unfortunately what like 70% of all tattoo artists and piercers on this earth are doing and what their clients are experiencing, just wildly untrained with minimal knowledge of sanitation and art theft

[ficyorick]

omg dude the bit in the last chapter where you mentioned the vought scientists waking homelander up randomly and shoving pictures of faces in his face to time how quickly he'd react with a smile. oooooooh boy. why does that feel so much like something they'd have done to him??????? argh going feral here!

I HONESTLY THINK ABOUT HIS LAB UPBGRINING AN UNHEALTHY AMOUNT because like. all they ever show is the Tortures but there is this one extra bonus clip that lives in my brain rent-free and i think is a much better showcase of what his lab childhood looked like, i thik i genuinely like this little clip more than i like the entirety of the lab ep from s4 FGFIGHIFGH

CAUSE LIKE. IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN JUST. POINTLESS TORTURES IN THE LAB because otherwise they'd just have an unsocialized feral child instead of a future Vought spokesperson. in my head, homelander's lab upbringing involved a lot of invasive tortures "in the name of science" but it had to involve a LOT of social training and indoctrination as well--especially towards the end i think!

like, once he started to get older, they had to prepare him for the real world, start teaching him lines, how to act, how to play for cameras, how to interact with other heroes, etc, etc. he's an industry plant to the nth degree and to me that probably came with a lot of insane lessons. i assume that as he got older, the Tortures lessened and instead they really cranked up the lessons to make sure he's THEEEE best vought product ever, acts the right way, smiles the right way, says the right things. it didn't work straight away cuz he mentioned he just fauckin flew away during his first rollout before the stakeholders, but in the end, he did end up being the best vought promoter in the history of company (i assume, its hard to tell how big soldier boy was)

ALL OF THIS TO SAY, there was so much more that went on in those labs, it wasn't just gratuitous torture IT WENT DEEP. and i wish the show had more of that.

[ouroborosorder]

rewatching Madoka to prep for the new movie. this shit still goes hard. not sure I would love it as much as I do if I hadn’t watched it as a teenager but boy howdy do I find the emotions swelling in my chest again

[pawtisserie-0022]

𖤐 Mild Gore ( simplified exposed muscle)

𖤐 Blood

𖤐 Cannibalism

Butcher Vanity

We discovered canine teeth have evolved in special ways to help each species kill and eat their favourite prey – helping to make mammals some of nature's most successful predators

Dividers 1 and 2

[duncebento]

this is so crazy like dont yall have grandmothers you have to talk to or hell just other human beings that exist in your real life….if u were this nitpicky irl you would end up interacting with maybe 1 person.. but maybe that’s what u do

[smilesrobotlover]

Volunteer

Just gonna post the other fic I mentioned. Now fair warning, this is a HEAVY one. Very dark and not for the faint of heart, so please head the warnings.

Warnings: nonconsensual touching, experimentation, cutting, needles, kidnapping, drugging, blood, and injury.

The men had been walking in an open plain for days now, with no signs of civilization to be seen for miles. Fortunately, the path was flat, so it was easy on the ones that weren’t used to traveling by foot. It was just so long, and there was nowhere to hide if they were to be attacked by monsters. It stressed Leon out the longer they were out here.

The others didn’t complain too much though; they were grateful for the kind terrain and chatted with each other as they walked. Leon however remained silent, searching for anything that could endanger them. When the group reached a small group of trees with small hills around it, Leon figured it’d be a good place to stop.

“Let’s set up camp here,” he said, observing a tree. The trees weren’t thick enough to produce good shade, but it was better than nothing. “We’re more covered here, so hopefully any monsters will pass us by.”

“Wow, Leon is stopping before sundown?” Rusl teased, leaning against a tree across from the first knight. Leon frowned.

“I doubt we’ll find a place like this again, so we might as well take advantage of it,” Leon explained, glaring at him. “Besides, we’ve been walking for a while. Might as well rest our feet.”

“Aw, so you do care,” Linebeck jumped in, and Leon rolled his eyes.

“Oh good goddesses, I’m not a monster! I’d never push you past your limits!”

The men remained silent.

“I-I don’t push anyone past their limits! Do I?”

Talon shrugged. “Well you ain’t as bad as you were before.”

Benji and Linebeck snorted and the rest of the men started teasing Leon. He huffed and spun around.

“Oh whatever,” he grumbled, turning away, “I’m going to scout the area to make sure we are safe. Hang tight.”

“Now hold on, you really shouldn’t go alone,” Rusl called out to him, but Leon waved his concerns away.

“I won’t be too far, I’ll holler if I need you.”

“Oh for Din’s sake, Leon—“ Rusl started, but Leon was already gone, jogging to the hills.

It didn’t take long to get on top of the first hill. Fortunately he took off his armor a while ago so he didn’t have unnecessary weight dragging him down. From what he saw on top of it, there was nothing, not even monsters. He was surprised at how empty the place was, and he wondered how many people avoided this place due to the vastness. As he walked along the ridge of the hill, however, he spotted a small, almost hidden trail tucked between two smaller hills across from him. He frowned and started to jog down the hill, curious as to where that trail led to. It was clearly not a well worn trail like the one he and the others were traveling on due to it being well hidden, but he wondered why it was there, and what was special about the hills. As he got closer, he started to hear whimpering. It was a woman crying from what he could hear, and he sprinted up the hill, spotting a traveler on the ground, holding her leg painfully.

“Oh dear,” he muttered, and he slid down the hill, right to where she was laying. She gasped when he was at her side, but relaxed when she knew she was in no danger. The woman was very small and petite, with raven black hair the contrasted her pale skin. Immediately Leon noticed that despite her cries, there were no tears on her face, but he brushed that aside, kneeling to be on her level.

“A-are you a traveler?” She asked, and Leon nodded.

“Yes. What happened here?”

“I… I was walking and I twisted my ankle, I can barely walk on it,” she cried dramatically, gripping her shin with her hand. Leon frowned and gently peeled her fingers away to check on the ankle.

“Alright, don’t worry, I can get you help,” he said softly, gently pulling her shoe off so he could get a better view. He pulled her sock down slightly to finally reveal the ankle and frowned. For a twisted ankle, it looked perfectly fine. No bruising, no swelling, nothing. Leon supposed a twisted ankle was better than a sprained ankle and therefore wouldn’t look injured, but he figured he needed to bring her to Talon to check on it. The woman was smiling at him when he looked up, but it wasn’t a grateful smile that would have been expected from someone like her. It was a smile that made his skin crawl, and he set her foot down, straightening his back.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Um… I’m… my name is Leon,” he said, suddenly feeling nervous around her.

“Leon? Oh wonderful. Thank you for volunteering.”

“Volunteering—?” Leon heard the footsteps behind him one second too late, and he was suddenly grabbed with one arm around his neck. A cloth was shoved into his face where a sweet smell assaulted his nostrils. He fought back and was able to tear the cloth off his face, but he was quickly pinned to the ground by a masked stranger, who shoved the cloth in his face again. Leon grabbed at the mask, attempting to tear it off, but black spots began to appear in his vision, and he felt his limbs grow heavy. He let out a muffled cry in an attempt to get his friends’ attention, but being surrounded by hills, it was futile. His arm was torn off the mask and pinned to the ground, but he had no strength to fight back. Darkness began to surround him and the last thing he saw before falling unconscious was the masked stranger and the woman smiling at him.

~~~

“… which room…. in?”

“This one will…. take off…”

Leon’s senses began to return to him, and he felt himself being held up by both his arms as he was dragged through a dark hallway. A person was leading the way, entering a room where he and the two people holding him followed. Leon still felt groggy, and he hardly noticed when they took off his shirt and shoes. He was lifted onto a table, and the cold air woke him up enough to realize what was going on. There was another masked stranger at his side and he swung his left arm at them. There was a satisfying crack from where his hand met the mask, and the individual stumbled back in shock. Leon shot up and tried to jump off the table, but several hands grabbed him, holding him down.

“Quickly, tie him down!” He heard a woman say. Leon grunted as he tried to break free, but the men that were holding him down were strong, and they were successful in strapping him to the table. His wrists were strapped next to his waist, where another strap was tied down to the table. Straps held down his ankles and as he tried to sit up, one more strap went across his chest, keeping him stuck. He thrashed around, trying to escape, but to no avail. He looked around him, finally taking in the room and the masked strangers. The room was brightly lit from strange bulb-like plants stuck to the walls, making everything look a sickly white. The men that attacked him wore masks that had an upside-down eye symbol on them, and they wore hoods that put their white masks into shadows. The woman came into view, her black hair hanging around her eyes, which were staring at him as if he were a prize she just won. He glared at her, trying to break his hands free.

“You—where am I?” He yelled, and the woman smiled more.

“Oh I hit the jackpot,” she murmured, ignoring his question. Her hands started to trace over his arms, her eyes bright. “What a strong man.” Her hands found themselves at his bare chest, he squirmed as they traveled down to his abdomen.

“Stop touching me,” Leon snarled, his teeth gritted, but she continued to ignore him. She tilted her head at his scar on his side, and she poked the middle of the scar harshly, causing him to flinch.

“Still hurts?” She giggled, and Leon glared at her. The woman leaned in and started to play with his hair. “You are perfect.”

Her hand moved to his face, and when it got close enough, Leon bit down as hard as he could. She yelped and jumped back, holding her hand painfully. The masked strangers charged at him, but she held up her uninjured hand, stopping them.

“A feisty one, isn’t he?” She said breathlessly, rubbing her hand. “I can't wait to see how he looks on the inside.”

“Should we gag him?” One of the masked ones suggested, but she shook her head.

“Oh no, you know how much I love to hear them scream.”

Panic spiked through Leon for a moment. What was she going to do to him? Rusl’s warning of not searching alone echoed through his mind, and he internally kicked himself. Why was he so stupid? The woman stared amused as he squirmed in his restraints before looking up at the men and nodding, the group dispensing as they started to grab things.

“My good sir, you’re probably wondering what is going on. We are scientists who conduct experiments for medical purposes. Your cooperation will help save hundreds of people.”

“I didn’t ask for this!” Leon spat, once again trying to squirm out of his restraints. The woman only smiled.

“Do not worry, love. This won’t last long.” She glanced up when a masked stranger arrived with a long needle. Leon felt the blood drain from his face and his stomach began doing flips. The woman giggled at his reaction as the masked one straightened out his arm and started poking at his elbow. “Scared of needles?” She teased lightly. Leon glared at her but didn’t say anything. A sharp pain went through his elbow and panic shot through him again. He began to breathe heavily as the needle stayed inside his arm, terrified to move it.

“You’re so brave,” the woman taunted, and Leon glared at her again. The edges of his vision suddenly became blurry, and he saw her grab a scalpel, observing it as unconsciousness once again began to take hold of him. “Let’s see what makes you tick.”

~~~

Leon’s torso was on fire. It took a moment for consciousness to fully return to him, but the pain from his chest was the first thing that came to him. He struggled to breathe, his throat feeling like it was closed up, and he instinctively went to rub his chest, but the restraints at his wrists stopped him. The woman was hunched over him, staring at his chest intently. She noticed him and mumbled some things but Leon couldn’t hear her. He wanted to scream in pain, he wanted to writhe away from whatever was causing him pain, but he couldn’t move. Another sharp pain went through his other arm, and he gasped, except it was more of a gargled sputter. Something metallic covered his entire mouth—was it blood? He felt the liquid clog up his mouth, and he sat there drowning in his own fluids.

His vision went blurry as he choked on whatever was in his mouth, the pain on his torso making him feel lightheaded. The woman came into view and she barked some orders out as he laid there dying, and he barely felt hands on him. He felt himself get jostled and turned on his side, and the blood poured out of his mouth, finally allowing him to cough and breathe. Leon coughed for a long time, taking in precious air that he didn’t have before. He heaved in silence for a moment, his hands finally reaching his chest, looking down to see what was wrong with it. There was blood all over him, and yet…

The pain was gone. His torso and neck stopped hurting, and he was able to breathe again. Goddesses, he even felt… normal. He looked up and saw the woman grinning ear to ear.

“It worked!” She cheered. She nodded at another masked stranger and he walked up to Leon, popping a powdered substance into the air, which he breathed in accidentally. Leon blinked harshly and shook his head. Goddesses couldn’t he catch a break?

“What’s your name?” The woman asked. Leon’s senses suddenly became dulled, and he looked around him, confusion filling him. Where was he again?

“What’s your name?” She repeated, and Leon squinted. This woman… she… is she friendly? What’d she ask? His name? He should say it right?

“L-Leon?” He said, his words slurring.

“Good good, so your brain is still intact,” she cooed. “Well Leon, you’ve been wonderful to work with. We’ll put you right back where we found you.”

Leon frowned. Right back where she found him? Where was he before this? She smiled patiently at him and he nodded. It was the polite thing to do, right? His arms were grabbed and he was led off the table. He stumbled slightly, but with the hands on his arms, he didn’t fall.

“I’ll let you know if we need you again!” The woman called out as he left the room, and Leon was once again dragged through the hallway.

~~~

He didn’t realize he was walking. There didn’t seem to be a purpose in his march. Where was he going? He was staring at the dry grass and rocks he walked onto, no thought going through his mind. Even when he stepped on a sharp rock, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t feel the pain for some reason.

“Leon.”

He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off his nose as he walked. Goddesses he was hot. Was he in a desert?

“Leon!”

He stumbled slightly when he tripped over a rock, and he finally stopped, staring at the ground for a long moment. Why was he staring?

“Goddesses, Leon!”

Someone grabbed him and whirled him around. He nearly fell over again, but whoever was holding him kept him steady. It took a moment, but he recognized Linebeck, a worried look on his face. He looked him up and down, his eyes studying his chest for a moment, a disgusted look on his face. His eyes traveled back up to his own, his thumb caressing his cheek slightly.

“What happened to you? You were missing for hours!” He finally said, his voice thick with worry.. Leon squinted. Missing? He was missing? Where did he go?

“What were you doing?” Linebeck asked impatiently when Leon stared blankly at him.

“I… w-was walking,” he mumbled, staring at the ground again.

Linebeck was frowning as he looked him over. “Are you ok?”

Leon nodded enthusiastically.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Leon nodded enthusiastically again. Linebeck gave him an annoyed look.

“You don’t understand what I’m saying, do you?”

Leon paused, but once again nodded enthusiastically. Linebeck rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, leading him somewhere.

“Let’s get you back,” he glanced down at Leon again and gave him a look. “Where are your clothes?”

Leon looked down. He wasn’t wearing his shirt. Why… How funny. He exploded into a fit of giggles, toppling over in Linebeck’s arms. Linebeck swore under his breath as he caught him, holding him tightly against his body. Leon continued to laugh, tears streaming down his face.

“Goddesses, what the heck is wrong with you?” Linebeck grumbled, gripping onto Leon’s waist to hold him up. Leon glanced down and squeezed Linebeck’s arm lightly.

“I didn’t know you… were such a s…strong man,” Leon slurred, tracing his fingers along his arms. Linebeck’s face turned red, his green eyes wide as he blinked at him.

“I—wh—you—“ Linebeck sputtered, but he couldn’t form a coherent sentence together. He opened his mouth to try again, but grunting interrupted him.

“What’s goin’ on?” He heard a voice say.

“Something is seriously wrong with him.” Linebeck explained, clearly anxious to hand Leon off to someone else. Leon wavered for a moment, wanting to lay fully on Linebeck—whether it was because he was tired or because he wanted to mess with him, he didn’t know—so he suddenly went limp, and Linebeck cussed again, this time not being able to catch him. Leon was laughing hysterically now, his stomach sore from giggling so much. He saw another person, Talon, enter his vision.

“What the hell…?” He muttered, and Leon pointed at him.

“That is not an appropriate thing to say,” Leon teased, breaking into a fit of laughter again.

Linebeck and Talon glanced at each other, and Talon sighed.

“Alright, let’s bring him back,” he said, grabbing his arm and swinging him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Leon hung there, going silent now, continuing to stare at the grass beneath him.

~~~

Leon jolted awake. He was under blankets in a tent, a damp cloth resting on his forehead. It felt like he was in death mountain, with sweat clearly coating his entire body. He groaned and tore the blankets off of him, tossing the cloth off his head. Sitting up fortunately wasn’t a challenge for him, but his chest and stomach was killing him. He looked down at himself, and for some reason, he was expecting an injury or a scar, but the only scar there was the one from his son. His eyes traveled to his elbows. No bruise or mark on either of them, but they felt sore. In fact, his entire body felt sore. What happened?

“Leon!”

He looked up to see Talon holding a bowl of water. Relief swept through him to see a friend and he rested on his arms, letting out a breath.

“We were so worried about you!” Talon sat down, handing him the bowl. “Are you thirsty?”

The dryness of his mouth suddenly assaulted him, and he took the bowl from Talon, chugging it until it was all gone. He let out a sigh when he was finished, wiping his mouth. Goddesses he felt terrible.

“What happened to you?” Talon asked, his brows pinched together. “Linebeck found you walking mindlessly across the plain with nothing on but your pants! You were covered in blood too, but no injuries! Except for your feet, those are gonna need some time to recover.”

Leon frowned and pulled his feet out from under his blanket, hissing as they stung from being rubbed against the blanket. They were cleaned up with some bandages, but some scratches and bruises remained. He groaned and rested his head against his hands, trying to remember what happened.

“Are you ok?” Talon finally asked, rubbing his back.

“I… I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. He tried to remember what happened before everything. “What happened?”

“That’s what I’m askin’. You left to scout ahead and then you went missing! We spent so long lookin’ for you!”

He went to scout ahead… right… he found a woman, and she…

What did she do? Why couldn’t he remember?

“I-I found a woman and…” Leon hoped that explaining what he did remember, he would be able to jog his memory. But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t remember what happened with her.

“Were you… kidnapped?” Talon pressed, and Leon sighed.

“I… maybe? I think… I… I can’t remember.”

Talon frowned. “Ok. Um… are you in pain anywhere?”

Leon closed his eyes. “Yes, my elbows and… my middle,” Leon gestured to the inside of his elbows, then drew a line with his finger down his middle. There were instances of an aching pain in those areas, yet Leon didn’t know what could’ve caused him pain there.

“Anywhere else?”

Leon rested his head against his hand, shifting around to see if anything else hurt. “I suppose my feet, but I do remember injuring those.”

“Hm, weird,” Talon muttered. They were silent for a moment until the tent door opened and Linebeck entered in. He got on his knees and scooted to the two men, worriedly staring at Leon.

“Are you…. Sober?” He asked, and Leon rolled his eyes, annoyed. Linebeck snorted slightly and smiled at Talon. “Well that answers my question.”

Talon chuckled and rubbed Leon’s shoulder. “I think he’s back in Hyrule now.”

“Oh good,” Linebeck smiled more genuinely at Leon. “Let me tell you, I’ve seen some pretty terrifying things, but nothing is more scary than hearing you giggle.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. He didn’t remember giggling. Talon chuckled again.

“It was pretty scary. You’re as stoic and serious as stone face, yet here you were, a bumbling mess!”

Leon smiled slightly. “Well, I’m glad you both found me. I owe you my life. Thank you.”

“Oh, Linebeck deserves all the credit,” Talon lightly teased, nudging Linebeck’s shoulder as he groaned. “He was the one who found you!”

“Oh please—“

“He’s a hero! He didn’t rest until you were found!”

“Talon! I—“

“Threatened to kill anyone who got in his way!” Talon continued as Linebeck glared, giving up on silencing him. Leon smiled.

“Being humble, Linebeck? I didn’t know you could do that,” he teased, and Linebeck huffed.

“You people are so annoying.”

The two men chuckled. It felt good to laugh. Leon felt like he had been under extreme stress for days. He let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes.

“Are you good? What happened?” Linebeck asked.

“That’s what we’re tryin’ to figure out,” Talon said. “Leon doesn’t remember what happened.”

Linebeck’s eyes widened. “Really? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised based on the state I found you in but… nothing? Nothing at all?”

Leon shrugged. “I don’t know what happened. I remember a woman but… I can’t tell if I imagined her or if she was real or…” he sighed. “I don’t know.”

Linebeck hummed. “Benji thinks that you ate plants that made you high. But you were covered in blood when I found you, so I don’t believe that.”

“Leon would also never eat random plants,” Talon added.

“Benji would be the one to eat a random plant,” Leon muttered, and Linebeck snorted.

“Are we sure you’re sober? Because you’re not insufferable to talk to!”

Leon gave him a look. “I can be insufferable if you keep that up.”

“There he is,” Linebeck said with a smirk. “There’s the Leon I know and love.”

Leon couldn’t help but smirk back.

“Alright, well you should get some more rest then,” Talon said after a moment of silence. “You probably need it, and hopefully it’ll… I don’t know… job your memory or somethin’.”

Leon frowned. “I don’t know, I… if I was attacked or something, I don’t think we’ll be safe out here—“

“Oh we’ll be fine. You want to know why?” Linebeck asked, a teasing smile on his face. Leon only stared at him unamused. “Because we’re together.”

Leon groaned, rubbing his face as Linebeck nodded.

“Honestly, If you run off again on your own I think Rusl will try to kill you.”

Leon sighed. “Yes, I’m sorry, but it’s not like I try to go missing!”

“Well next time you try to scout ahead, take one of us with ya!” Talon suggested, bumping into Linebeck lightly. “I’m sure Linebeck would love to go with you!”

Leon frowned. “I’d rather be kidnapped honestly.”

“Ouch.”

Leon smirked and began to lay back, exhaustion beginning to get the best of him.

“Alright, you get some rest, I’ll tell the others that you’re ok,” Talon said, helping him get comfortable. Leon gave him a grateful smile, his heavy eyelids falling, and he was once again swept into unconsciousness.

[kingcunny]

“whattabout viserys? 🤨 where was he raising his kids?”

dying of cancer. next question

[faintvox]

ofc im scared of the dentist they share a parking lot with taco bell. They're gonna rinse my mouth with baja blast. The pick they use in my mouth is probably used to clean the crunchwrap supreme machine. The squishy fluoride foam treatment is probably just liquid cheese :(

[warlenys]

michael sheen so committed to gay acting he makes real people gay. played a real straight british football manager gay as all hell. literally just flirted with the footballers the whole movie. kissed his best friend on the lips. turned a boring football biopic into an incredible gay romance. he should be knighted for it

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

thinking very thoroughly about what meds the hospital has available