#euthanize owen

[oneowenonly]

euthanize owen

(I JUST REALIZED THAT I MESSED UP RAYMONDS HAIR IN TWO OF THE DOODLES HELP ☹️)

[oneowenonly]

WEEPS PATHETICALLY

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARGGGGGGGGGGGFGSH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH DUDE I CANT SAY THAT ENOUGH. WEHEHWEHEHPHWSHPK

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Btw, This Is For @noxnixnoxp Since They Requested This.

[robbinggoodfellows]

AND I DONT LIKE NICOTINE OR MAYBE IIIIIII DO THERES SOMETHING COMFORTING IN HAVING YOUR NERVES RECONSTRUCTED AND RECONSTRUED AND IM CHOKING DOWN THIS WATERRRRRRRRRR EVEN THOUGH MY STOMACH HURTS WORSE THAN IT EVER HAS AND I NEED TO FOCUS ON MY HEALTH BUT HEALTH IS NEVER IN THE PLANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[drusill-a]

What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or… is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

june gehringer, I get so jealous of euthanized dogs / joan tierney, dear 4am / caluco, maggots / margaret atwood, [you fit into me] / cameron barnett, murmur / lindsey drager, the archive of alternative endings / @mobydyke / donna tartt, goldfinch / trista mateer, honeybee / michelle zauner, crying in h mart / sylvie baumgartel, pink / joan didion, blue nights / john irving, a prayer for owen meany / brian eno / patrick james errington, after all this small talk, you’d think there’d be no weather left / madeline miller, circe / richard siken, a primer for the small weird loves / the lumineers, ophelia / jeanette winterson, written on the body / fariha róisín, how to cure a ghost / hayley williams, watch me while I bloom / lori gottlieb, maybe you should talk to someone / margaret atwood, cat’s eye / @preschooldr0pout / natalie díaz, postcolonial love poem / donna tartt, goldfinch

[ARMAND] [CLAUDIA]

[ma-lark-ey]

The Extraordinaries As Shit I Heard People Say In High School.

Nick: Are you suggesting we euthanize people? Owen: I'm not not suggesting that.

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Nick: Can I name his dad John Locke? Is that from anything? Seth: Please tell me you're kidding.

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Seth: I'm just passionate about things. Including hating Owen.

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Gibby: By Walking Dead Logic, the sexier you are the more likely you are to live. We just have to bimbo-ify Seth and he'll live!

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Gibby: No! See, see Nick can twerk! Not that white-boy moving your back non-sense. That man can shake. his ass. correctly!

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Jazz: Okay. Who has the booty and who has the looty? Gibby: You're richer than me, so technically you have the looty.

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Seth: You give off scoliosis vibes. Owen: What the hell does that even mean. Seth: Figure it out.

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Owen: What's your favorite candy, Gray? Seth: Circus peanuts. Owen: You seem like a circus peanuts kind of guy. Seth: Is that supposed to be an insult? Owen: obviously. Only psychopaths and supervillains eat circus peanuts.

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Nick: Just because he was gay and did crimes does NOT mean he WANTED to do crimes!

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Owen: Hot take; we could purge the Bill of Rights.

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Nick: Your heterosexuality is currently dormant. Seth: Wow thanks captain obvious, it's almost like I'm actively kissing a man.

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Nick: It's just logic! Neurodivergents are more likely to be kinky! Otherwise, they'd get bored.

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Seth: You can't talk about Owen Burke--- I'm trying to have a good night.

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Nick: Smash. Smash. Sma--- Jazz: Hard smash. Gibby: What are you doing? Nick: Playing Smash Or Pass with the WWII propaganda. Seth: ... Don't do that.

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Seth: Have you ever like, thought of just pretending to be a good person? Owen: Is that not what I'm currently doing?

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Seth: There are two wolves inside of me. Twink and Medieval Viking. And sadly, the Viking is always winning.

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Jazz: By the way, Burke is in our fifth period. Seth: *catholic crosses himself* that's fine.

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Owen: Did you hiss at people as a child? Nick: Bold of you to assume I don't still hiss at people.

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Seth: why do you hate to see me winning? Owen: It's not that I hate to see you winning. It's that I love to see you slightly below winning for brief periods of time.

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Seth: Instead of being made with love it was made with the tears of a depressed seventeen-year-old.

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Nick: Billie Eilish is American? Gibby: Wait, for real? I thought she was British.

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Gibby: Lizzo or gay rights. One has to go. Nick: sorry gay people. The answer is always Lizzo. Seth: Nick, you're literally gay. Jazz: See! This is what I'm talking about! we live in Joe Biden's America, and in Joe Biden's America you cannot proudly proclaim your love for Lizzo! You must support his liberal homosexual agenda. Gibby: Being a lesbian has only brought misery. Being a Lizbean has made me feel alive.

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Nick: It's like--- y'all are on board games and I took a left turn to Wii sports.

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Nick: Why am I not depressed this year? Seth: You got medicated. Nick: Oh yeah...

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Jazz: As demonstrated with Seth and Nick--- the solution to homophobia is gay chicken.

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Gibby: It's kind of like lesbian sex. Nick: You're telling me this as if I've seen lesbian sex.

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Nick: I played Genshin Impact for four hours yesterday. Gibby: Is this your mental health awareness statement?

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Nick: Oooooh ~ lubricants ~ Seth: Those are for a car. Nick: And ALSO--- Seth: For a car.

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Jazz: I mean, who would date Owen? It's like, you have no standards. Nick: Well, I have standards. They're just not very high

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Owen: how're we doing, gays and gals? Seth: I'm having an allergic reaction to being in your presence.

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Seth: I'll eat a breadstick Nick took a bite of. I'm not eating breadstick Nick deepthroated. Jazz: to be fair, I didn't expect him to actually do it. Nick: I am nothing if not committed to a bit, Jasmine

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Nick: Hear me out--- we make a Grindr account. Gibby: No good plan starts with 'we make a Grindr account; Nick: fine then! Step one. We fill his house with sulfur monoxide--- Seth: Absolutely not.

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Seth: A good 40% of the time I think you're flirting with me, you're talking about Shadow Star.

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Seth: You know, being caressed by tiny hands is not the weirdest thing Nicky's done to me. Jazz: I'm taking away the tiny hands.

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Nick: I could make so many sex jokes. Gibby: Nicky, this play is about racism.

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Gibby: There's this crunchy Christian vibe in Nova city. Nick: Crackheads, cops, and Christians are what makes Nova city Nova city.

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(during a board game) Nick: What do you mean we can nuke Mars and not face any ecological repercussions? that's definitively not hot nukes work! Gibby: Well, I'll trade you some slavery for sheep? Seth: Can we please do something ethical.

[unrealisticlea]

I know he’s not involved in the writing but it was such a Ryan Murphy’s choice to have Being Alive playing while Owen euthanizes his brother.

[mothinked]

Every touch between them had more of an impact on him than Abby realized. He hadn't been with anyone since... Seattle. It took a long time for Owen to find himself again after that. He'd checked out mentally almost that entire first year. He liked to think he had made a lot of progress in the years since but it was the loneliness that really got to him at times. Being around Abby helped a lot... Her and Lev were the people he cared about most in this world. "I've got it!" he called out to her, having reeled the fish halfway to shore by the time she brought the pail to him. "You should check your rod in case you get a bite, too. Don't worry, I've got this one." A wink.

This fish was a fighter but he was a hungry man. He would wrestle a damn tuna with his bare hands if he had to. The largemouth bass he reeled in was at least seven or eight pounds. It flapped about vigorously, the hook still latched in its mouth until he freed it and brought it to the rock he'd been sitting on earlier. He used his knife to quickly and humanely euthanize it, severing the spinal cord before it could suffocate. It was just a fish but no animal deserved to suffer. He placed it in the pail and grabbed his beer. A cheeky grin was plastered across his face as he turned to Abby. "Easily eight pounds. Largemouth can weigh up to twelve pounds so... not bad, huh?"

Such a small gesture brought an immense amount of comfort to Abby. It wasn’t their normal contact. Not a hug or the constant (and sometimes rough) shoulder bumps that they would exchange. This was just a simple hand hold but it spoke volumes. Abby found herself in almost a trance like state of relaxation when she snapped out of it at the sound of the rod and Owen’s movements. Her eyes opened up rather quickly and she sat up, ready to spring into action if needed. Always the gentleman, she smiled and shook her head at the small kiss. From the looks of it, he had something pretty good on the end of his line. Definitely not the case for her own set up but that couldn’t have mattered less.

“Got it!” she called out, up in an instant and jogging back to the truck. It didn’t take too long to find but she was scrambling anyways, glancing back towards the beach every so often just to make sure he still had the fish on. Most of the time was spent trying to extract the pail from beneath a load of more supplies but finally she was able to free it and jogged back towards the water line. “Do you have it? Where do you need me at?” she asked, already having stepped ankle deep into the water with her focus locked in on where the fishing line entered the water a little ways off. She may not have been entirely useful if it was up to her to reel the damn thing in but she would do her best to ensure they brought this thing home.

[minccinoocappuccino]

the zoo game im playin gave me a prompt like u found a lost dog do u return it or dress it up like a lion n i thought it was funny to dress it up so i did but then it put it n my zoo n ppl were getting mad like i cant believe hes trying to pass it off as lion worst zoo so i had to get rid of the dog to stop ppl being mad but i didnt know how but i saw there was a euthanized button n i didnt see a sell or return to owener button so i euthanized it n then ppl got mad that i did that n then i had no way to get rid of the body so ppl were coming n like omg thats a dead animal n the zoo n got mad about that so it took me a week to build a furnace to burn the body n the dead body just laid n the bunny pen till then so then i burned the body n ppl got upset about that n now my zoo is evil

[swan2swan]

I really appreciate the backstory Claire provides about Indominus:

“We hit a few speedbumps early on. It began to anticipate where the food would come from. One of the handlers nearly lost an arm; the others threatened to quit if we couldn’t guarantee their safety.”

The staff of Jurassic World did their best with Indominus. When Owen comes in and scorns all of their shortcomings--raising it in isolation, feeding it with a crane--he’s not wrong about the negative effects these factors had on Indominus’s growth...but Claire gives clear explanations that every step he wants them to take was already attempted. 

The problem wasn’t the park’s staff, or even Claire’s management. The problem was the military secrecy and meddling that made it so the employees didn’t know what they were dealing with: the handlers assumed that they were just being given another dinosaur (”Oh, she nips a bit, we’ll just wear thicker gloves and wean her off that...oh, she’s too big for gloves, let’s try some behavioral adjustment...wait, she’s waiting for us and pouncing...okay, let’s use a vehicleOH GOSH.”), and the busy execs just wanted to make sure that the project could keep moving forward. They didn’t understand that they were raising a weapon designed to terrorize other nations, instead of an Awesome New Custom-Made Dinosaur.

They gave Indominus a sibling, and she ate it. They gave Indominus attention, and she bit their hands. They didn’t euthanize her when she attacked someone, and instead let her grow up; so she decdied to kill them all, because that’s what she was designed for.

[oneowenonly]

Whoopie! More Nerdy because she is so epic

@klds-12

[queerianto]

Staying: Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Just Wanted to See You

Summary: Ianto knows that something must have changed when Jack returns and seeks something more than a casual relationship. For the first time, Jack wants him to stay the night - like he needs the company more than he’d like to admit. Ianto stays, and then he just keeps staying.

Notes: Hello, Torchwood fandom! You’ve changed a lot since I last wrote here, but you’re also still the same fandom I love. (Old-schoolers may remember me as Mod Ianto from the We-Are-Torchwood tumblr family!) I hope you enjoy my take on Jack and Ianto’s developing relationship after KKBB in a series of loosely interconnected chapters.

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If Ianto never had another gun held to his head, it would be too soon. He hadn’t even gotten the worst of it today. Poor Gwen had seen Rhys get shot right in front of her--and thank God he was going to be alright, because Ianto couldn’t imagine her without him. He was glad that she wasn’t going to Retcon him. It would be good for her to have someone to talk to. Keeping such important secrets from the person you’re supposed to share everything with...it couldn’t be easy.

He was lingering at the top of the stairs down to the medbay. Owen wasn’t doing well, either. Having to euthanize the creature was hard on him. Ianto wouldn’t bring it up with him, wouldn’t even dare to get any closer than he was now. Only Tosh was brave enough to do that. She was sitting in the corner of the medbay and watching Owen move around the room, running chemical analyses and DNA tests and occasionally letting out a cry of frustration and kicking the nearest wall or table leg. Tosh didn’t say anything. She just sat there. Neither she nor Ianto acknowledged the tears that Owen kept having to wipe away.

Jack had left the Hub shortly after Gwen and Rhys. It was clear that he didn’t want company just yet. Still, Ianto kept having to stop himself from going out to look for him. He was getting good at knowing when Jack was upset, when there was something hidden underneath the anger or the jokes. There was definitely something hidden right now.

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[fuckingeviljerseybitch]

"so calico cats are euthanized one to three. one of every three calicos gets put down. but in three manx cats, all three are put down. all the cats matter, absolutely; calico, manx, longhaired, all of them. but the manx need extra help. and if the manx are treated better, then all the cats will be, because the standard of treatment will have been pushed higher."

- me, trying to explain Black Lives Matter vs All Lives Matter to someone who thinks highly of Candace Owens

[darcybutkus]

Local animal rescue center receives national recognition, plans to expand

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The center is the first of its kind in the country — taking animals from overcrowded shelters where they’re in line to be euthanized and transporting them to shelters in northern…

[talia-suskauer]

If I Let Myself Go - Part Four

Listen I loved writing this part. It’s right there in line with 5x05 of Private Practice. The next several parts are going to begin getting darker and more angsty, so I hope you prepare for that. I hope you enjoy this part, the next one will be out hopefully soon enough. -Megan

Previous parts: one | two | three

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“Hey, how was your visit with your friend?” Owen asked.

“It was good. She was in Italy. Apparently the food, the men, and the sex are great,” she informed him. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. The food part, not the sex and men part,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Yeah,” she said.

She wasn’t in the mood to really talk about it with him. It was hard to see her friend struggling with symptoms already. She made a promise, one she planned on following through with, but she couldn’t tell Owen. There was no way she could tell him.

“I should go, I have a patient coming in soon,” she said, offering a smile before walking away.

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“She can’t do it Pete, she’ll end up in prison,” Sheldon said.

“What else are we supposed to do? I’ve talked to her, so have you,” Pete said.

“What are you guys talking about?” Owen asked as he entered the room.

“Amelia,” Pete said. 

“Is she okay?” Owen asked, feeling instantly worried.

“She promised to euthanize her friend with Huntington’s,” Sheldon told him quietly. “Keep it quiet, we don’t need everyone finding out.”

Owen stared at the two of them in disbelief. He turned around and walked right back out. He found Amelia in the hallway and pulled her aside to a quiet corner. He didn’t know why she was planning on doing something so risky and potentially career ending.

“Amelia, is it true?”

“Is what true?” she asked.

“You can’t help your friend with an assisted suicide!” Owen told her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’ve already had Pete up my ass about this, and Sheldon hasn’t been much better, I don’t need it from you too,” she said.

“Amelia, I care about you. I don’t want to see you lose your license for doing something like this. I won’t let you go through with it,” he said, reaching out to put his hand on her upper arm. “It’s crazy.”

She jerked her arm away from him and glared, shaking her head. She knew what she had promised Michelle was crazy. She knew that it was a promise she probably shouldn’t have made, but she did, and she wasn’t going to leave her hanging. She wasn’t going to break her promise.

“You can’t do anything to stop me,” she said before walking away.

“Amelia!” he called out. “Amelia!”

It was no use. He wasn’t going to get her to come back and talk to him about this some more. He wasn’t going to change her mind, that much was clear to him. It was scary for him though. He really liked Amelia. Their meals together were his favorite part of the week, and her company in general made him happy. He was sure her intentions were good, but he knew how risky it was for her career. He knew that things could end badly, and he didn’t want to see that happen to her. But there was nothing he could do.

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Entering the house, she felt like a zombie. She had no idea how to react to what had happened. She didn’t expect Michelle to have a bad reaction while she was trying to help her die. Amelia sat down on the couch trying like hell to keep her tears contained. Every part of her ached with fear and worry. Her phone buzzed next to her, and she ignored it. She could see the notifications flash across the screen, she knew it was Owen. She didn’t want to talk. Michelle could be dying, she didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

With Sheldon knocking at her door, she just wanted to tell him to leave. She knew he wouldn’t though even if she did. He was too persistent. She gave in, letting him into the house. She listened to him go on about how insane she must be, and how she confessed her crime to him before going through with it. Then she heard him say something about ‘if she had died’ and it sparked her attention.

“She didn’t die? She’s alive?”

“Yes. She’s alive.”

Those words were all it took for her to break down into his arms. She felt a rush of emotion surging through her body. She was so relieved. She was so glad that Michelle was alive, and wasn’t gone. She was relieved that she wasn’t going to end up in prison because Michelle was alive. She was relieved that her friend was still going to be there and be able to be in her life. She knew it was hard for Michelle but selfishly she didn’t want her to die. She wanted her to be there, with her.

Amelia just cried. She didn’t know what else to do.

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Pushing Michelle in the wheelchair down the hallway after she was discharged, Amelia had a small smile on her face. She could take Michelle home, and they had a deal. If she didn’t die, she wouldn’t drink. It was their own messed up buddy system, but she had faith that maybe it could work. 

“Amelia?” Owen called out from behind them.

She turned around, clenching her jaw as she looked at him. She knew he probably had plenty to say, she didn’t know if she wanted to hear it though.

“What do you want, Owen?”

“How could you go through with it? I found out that she was here from Pete and then you never answered me. I called, I texted. What the hell, Amelia?”

“I asked her to do it for me, don’t be mad at her,” Michelle said. 

“You shouldn’t have done it,” he said. 

“I’m still here,” Michelle defended Amelia.

“I did what I chose to do. It was my decision to do it or not, and that’s that. Now, we’re leaving,” Amelia said, scowling at Owen as she turned back around with Michelle to leave.

“He’s cute, but he seems a little..”

“He’s a good guy. We have dinner together every week but he’s just a friend. He was worried, he and a few of the others didn’t want me to lose my license or end up in jail,” she said. “But he was pissed at me for agreeing to kill you, so I haven’t exactly been interested in talking to him,” she explained.

“I’m sorry,” Michelle said. “I didn’t mean to cause that.”

“It’s not your fault. It was my decision.”

“I don’t know about the others, but don’t let this get any more in the way than it already has. If he’s a good guy, keep him around.”

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Amelia came into the house, and tried calling out for her friend. She thought at first that she just didn’t hear her. She could have been showering, or listening to music with headphones. She stared in horror as she saw still legs and feet on the bed. As she went closer to the bedroom she peered in from the doorway. Pills were scattered everywhere around her, she was dressed in a lovely purple dress. But she wasn’t living anymore. That was it.

Michelle was dead. 

Dead.

Walking in on her lying there on the bed surrounded by pills was among some of the most awful things she’d seen in her personal life. It was also so triggering. Michelle was dead. Their deal was off. 

Swirling the wine in her glass, she topped it up before more men came in to investigate and wheel Michelle’s bagged body out of the house. She answered as many questions as the police had for her. It hurt to talk about it, but the alcohol in her system helped a little. She just wanted it to be over with. Emotionally she was so, so exhausted. She couldn’t keep doing it anymore.

“Are you alright Dr. Shepherd. Do you have anyone you can call?”

“I’m alright,” she lied.

“You’re sure?”

“No,” she said. “I miss my friend. So I’m not alright. But I will be.” She paused. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

The man walked away, and Amelia was alone in the living room. She turned a few pills around in her closed hand before opening her fist, looking at the small things. There was only a few, but that was a few more than she should be taking. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to feel this. 

She looked at the pills again, before bringing the three of them up to her mouth. She swallowed them, washing them down with more wine.

She’d felt loss before. She was young when her dad died, but it still haunted her and hurt her all the time. She had felt pain before, both physical and emotional pain. That didn’t make losing Michelle any easier. And if drinking and taking pills again was the way to feel less, so be it.

Amelia knew what a slippery slope to be taking the pills and to be drinking. She had been trying hard to stay sober again after everything before. She was an addict- even one slip up like that could trigger a full blown relapse. It was a risk she was willing to take.

[gcdgrey]

griefprofiled​:

@gcdgrey

There wasn’t a choice but to cross the territory line, they didn’t have the time to skirt around it. And he was fairly certain the younger raptors had only set foot over the line because Owen had, after a discussion they also didn’t have time for–

And there it was, a curious but warning series of clicks as she hit the ground from a jump, right in front of him, and he froze; watching her watch him as the others circled, a back and forth the sounded like a heated discussion between them all.

“Oh, you remember me, don’t you?” Hence he was still breathing. In a mirror of the last time, this time it was the knife placed down, with teeth too close to his face. And this time it was just symbolic. They knew what weapons looked like, they know a show of submission when they saw one.

Now or never.

“Make them back down.” It had to be clear, that he was the one saying it. And it could backfire so easily, but what choice did they have? If the younger raptors didn’t do it, it was all over– the tiny spell would be broken, and there would be no more interspecies truce between them. A hissed click from the alpha stilled the rest of them, like a wait order, but her eyes stayed on him. “Owen, we’re on the clock here.”

In truth, Owen had completely forgotten about the other raptors on Isla Nublar. The ones from the other island, the ones that had been so feral when they tried to introduce into an exhibit in the new park had ripped the other raptors apart. They’d been put in a secluded enclosure and Owen had never thought of them. He’d seen them once, they wanted him to evaluate them for possible entry into the program. Owen hadn’t been able to even approach the enclosure without them lunging the fence. 

That had been when he’d advised they all be euthanized immediately. He didn’t know dinosaurs but he knew animals, and once an animal, wild or otherwise, started trying to attack human beings it was a danger that needed to be taken care of. 

Apparently that hadn’t been done. 

He wished he had known that when Alan muttered something about ‘crossing territorial lines’. He’d foolishly thought he meant the T-rex, or maybe some of the smaller raptor species. Those, while smaller and less threatening then the larger raptors, lived in larger packs and were more trouble then they were worth. Apparently that assumption had been wrong. 

It’s odd how these moments start to speed his brain up, just like war did. As soon as Alan tells him to make them back down he’s turned to Blue, clicker in one hand - carried out of habit more then anything else, but thankful that he did. As soon as it’s in his hand and raised, Blue lowers slightly, the other three follow suit and all eyes are locked on him. 

“Blue.” He says firmly but quietly. “You tell them to back off.” The raptor gives a few clicks and he narrows his eyes. “Blue. Back. Off.” 

A few more clicks, then hisses in the direction of her sisters, and they step back, heads low, submissive, eyes on Owen not the other raptors. 

“They’re not dogs man, you gotta give them time to think.”

@gcdgrey

There wasn't a choice but to cross the territory line, they didn't have the time to skirt around it. And he was fairly certain the younger raptors had only set foot over the line because Owen had, after a discussion they also didn't have time for--

And there it was, a curious but warning series of clicks as she hit the ground from a jump, right in front of him, and he froze; watching her watch him as the others circled, a back and forth the sounded like a heated discussion between them all.

"Oh, you remember me, don't you?" Hence he was still breathing. In a mirror of the last time, this time it was the knife placed down, with teeth too close to his face. And this time it was just symbolic. They knew what weapons looked like, they know a show of submission when they saw one.

Now or never.

"Make them back down." It had to be clear, that he was the one saying it. And it could backfire so easily, but what choice did they have? If the younger raptors didn't do it, it was all over-- the tiny spell would be broken, and there would be no more interspecies truce between them. A hissed click from the alpha stilled the rest of them, like a wait order, but her eyes stayed on him. "Owen, we're on the clock here."

[esonetwork]

Timestamp #TW17: Meat

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Torchwood: Meat (1 episode, s02e04, 2008)

  Relationships are tough, but in Torchwood they are tougher.

Rhys is driving down the road, singing along to an advertising jingle, when his phone rings. Responding to news of a car accident, he finds that one of his company lorries has overturned and the driver has died. As he talks with the police officer, he watches as the Torchwood SUV pulls up and Gwen gets out.

He had no idea who she actually worked for.

The delivery truck was carrying meat, all of which Torchwood Three confiscates and takes back to the Hub for analysis. Gwen recognizes the lorry as one from Rhys’s company, and as they depart, Rhys tries to follow the SUV but is blocked by the police.

Owen analyzes the meat and discovers that the stamp that marks the product as fit for human consumption is a fake. Tosh calls Rhys’s company, posing as the police, and finds that the meat comes from Harries & Harries. Owen figures that the meat is alien and has been on the market for some time, and the team discusses the case over pizza (from which they remove the meat toppings).

Owen asks to see Gwen and she heads home. He tries to get the truth out of her, but she doesn’t break. When she returns to work, Rhys follows and watches her meet with Jack near the Roald Dahl Plass entrance to the Hub. When Gwen and Jack head to the meat factory, Rhys follows and is subsequently discovered. Jack and Gwen notice Rhys being taken and assume that he’s involved.

Rhys is taken inside the factory and questioned. He poses as a friendly face, suggesting that he could pick up where the former driver left off. While he’s inside, he discovers the source of the meat: An alien being that regenerates whenever someone slices a piece off of it.

It’s endless torture for the creature.

Rhys leaves the factory and returns home. Gwen’s not far behind him and they have a falling out over the whole affair. Gwen finally admits that she works for Torchwood, but Rhys doesn’t believe the scope of her career. So she shows him.

She takes him to the Hub and he sees everything from the invisible lift to Myfanwy the pterodactyl. He meets Jack, Owen, Tosh, and Ianto and learns what Torchwood does. He tells them what he saw in the warehouse, and after some conflict with Jack, reveals that he has applied to be the new delivery boy.

Jack calls for a team meeting, including Rhys.

Rhys provides the lay of the land, but Gwen is adamant that he doesn’t get involved. The plan ends involving stun guns, saving the alien, and sending it home through the Rift. Owen works on a model of what the creature looks like while Tosh brings him a sandwich. She hints at possibly starting a relationship with someone, but Owen is oblivious to her advances.

Rhys and Jack pick up the truck for the infiltration. While they drive, Jack explains why he picked Gwen for Torchwood. The team loads up in the back of the van and Rhys takes them to the warehouse. When Rhys tries to stage a distraction so the team can exit the van, he finds out that they’ve already gone.

Inside the warehouse, Jack, Gwen, and Tosh find the “cash cow” and discover that it is sentient, but their cover is soon blown and Ianto and Rhys are captured. They are taken by gunpoint to the creature, forcing Gwen to reveal herself. Tosh and Jack are also discovered, and Jack explains what the workers have on their hands. Ianto unties himself as Rhys is shot, and the ensuing fight prompts the creature to strain at its bindings.

Owen develops a sedative while the team dodges the out of control beast. Ianto apprehends the remaining workers as Owen realizes that sedatives won’t work, so he euthanizes the creature instead. Jack mourns for the loss as Owen tends to Rhys’s wounds.

Back at the Hub, Owen patches Rhys as Jack informs him that the workers have been given Retcon. The creature has been incinerated. Jack privately tells Gwen that Rhys will need to forget his adventure, and she requests to be the one to give him the Retcon.

She decides that she can’t do it. She gives Jack an impassioned speech and he relents, unwilling to fire her and lose her from the team.

He gives her the rest of the day off. Torchwood Three has a new team member.

  Starting with the unnamed creature, the torture is heartbreaking. The howls and screams built instant sympathy, and the need to euthanize it was tragic. The actors completely sold all of it.

Noting, of course, that the creature wasn’t the point of the episode, it was great to see the team dealing with the repercussions of exposing their secret identity and not pushing the reset button less than an hour later. The Retconning of Rhys in Combat was troubling since it betrayed everything about a trusting relationship. This story builds an authentic yet complicated relationship for Rhys and Gwen, which makes them better characters overall.

On a final note, Jack’s flirtation has certainly amplified this season. This is the Jack that we all know and love.

  Rating: 4/5 – “Would you care for a jelly baby?”

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