#tw mentioned dissection

[the-silliest-hope]

This is so stupid

[cosmicourple]

I think G.O.W! Athena should get to dissect someone’s body. As a treat :3

[particle70]

OH SWEET! (TW : Death, blood, religious symbolism)

MY FAVORITE PART WHAT WHEN RANBOO WAS AUTISM JESUS AND DIED FOR OUR STIMS! (The fake blood was my favorite part!)

Also that shit must've been crazy if there was a hole in the metal mask LMFAO

WAIT YOUR'RE ALSO INTO GEN LOSS

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PART

UH- WHEN FUNNY SLIME GUY GETS PUT INTO CLOTH! AND WHEN ANOTHER FUNNY SLIME GUY GETS DISECTED!

[r0tt3n-soul]

YOU GUYS IVE GOT A BIRD TO DISSECT I REPEAT I GOT A BIRD TO DISSECT !!!

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing XVII

Master list link here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

A/N: Alright friends, we have reached the end of yet another longer series. I really, really adored these characters. Like so much. So much to the point that I have completely plotted out (and started writing) the prequel as well as begun to plan a sequel! So there is a lot more Dylan, Halle, and Owen in the future!

And I hurt my own feelings with this series. So yeah, you can be mad at me. Just know that I am already suffering lol

Warnings: blood, wounds, unconsciousness, cpr, mcd, cruelty, grief, dissection mention, captivity, heartbreak

“No. NO. NO. Dylan! PLEASE! GOD NO!” Halle screamed as Dylan’s stuttering breath went out in a quiet exhale. She waited for him to take another wheezing breath. But none came. “Come on, love, come on. Breathe! You have to stay with me.” Halle slid her legs out from underneath Dylan’s body, knelt next to him, and quickly began compressions. “You can’t leave me! You can’t! I need you!”

Each word was punctuated by her pumping his chest. Her vision blurred as she sobbed. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be it. Dylan hadn’t meant any of it. He loved her. He saved her. He was dying. He couldn’t be dying.

But as Halle pumped harder and harder, longer and longer, Dylan didn’t take a breath. Didn’t gasp for air and open his eyes. He lay beneath her hands, body moving as she pumped, eyes closed, features slack. He was still except for Halle’s movement.

Something inside Halle’s chest broke. She couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t happening. She had failed him. She had failed him in so many ways. But he hadn’t failed her. She was safe. She was alive. “Please,” she sobbed as she stopped pumping his chest. “Please, come back.”

But no matter how much she begged, no matter how much she sobbed, Dylan did not come back. And so she sat, for who knew how long, with him, coated in his blood, knowing that this was all her fault. He was dead because of her. Because he loved her. Dylan was dead because of Halle.

Things became blurry after a while. People moved around her. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she had made a scene, had exposed her secret, trying to save Dylan. She didn’t care that the others knew how much she loved him. She didn’t care about anything because Dylan was gone.

Somehow, Halle found herself back at Tectus. She had refused to leave his side. Had refused to leave him behind. Though she realized that Thomas, that the Authority, wouldn’t have wanted his body in the wrong hands. Dylan wasn’t free, even in death, of Scutus.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to their empty room. Dried blood flaked from her finger onto the floor. He was never coming back. And she couldn’t even keep him safe after. Though she had tried.

“Do not let the body out of your sight.” Thomas had ordered Aubrey and Lysander to take Dylan’s body away. “The other weapon is a total loss. Totally completely destroyed. It will take us weeks to gather all the pieces. We need to preserve this body. Do not let it out of your sight. Do not let anything happen to it. This is our last chance to understand why this weapon is different. I will not let it ruin all that we have worked for.” Thomas glared at the stretcher. “It may have ended up wasting what it was given, wasting its life. I won’t let it be a waste now. Take it to the research lab. See what they need.”

“NO!” Halle had thrown herself at the stretcher Aubrey and Lysander carried. Someone had thrown the blanket over his face, but hadn’t bothered to be sure he was fully on the stretcher as one arm hung limply, swinging with the movement. “PLEASE!” She screamed as she took his cold hand in hers.

“Return to your quarters until either myself or Samuel summon you,” Thomas said. “We will be discussing your release of duty that Dylan bargained for. Remain in your quarters until you are summoned.”

Halle refused to move. Dylan had given so much for her. What did he give away so she could be free? What did it cost him? He would never be free, so why free her? She didn’t care. She couldn’t let them take Dylan away. She had to protect him. Had to save him of one last thing. She couldn’t let him go. She stared at the blanket, knowing what lay beneath. This wasn’t happening.

Aubrey shifted, trying to move the stretcher away from her. All Aubrey succeeded in doing was pulling the blanket off.

Dylan looked like he was sleeping, his features slack and peaceful. But as Halle fought more and more to stay, to keep his hand in her grip, more and more of the blanket slipped off until Dylan’s body was completely exposed once more. Until she could see the wounds that caused him to bleed out. Until she could see the wounds that he got trying to save her.

Dylan was dead.

Dylan was dead because of her.

Halle dropped to her knees as she began to sob once more. “I’m sorry. Please. Please, love. Please.”

“Take her to her quarters and see that she doesn’t leave,” Thomas ordered. Helena and Andrea stepped forward, ready escort Halle back to her quarters.

“NO!” She screamed as they hooked their arms underneath her arm pits. She fought with everything she had to keep from being separated from Dylan. She was never going to see him again.

“The weapon is dead. It’s useless now. Forget about it.” Helena hissed as she pulled harder on Halle.

“No! NO!” Halle wouldn’t let them talk about Dylan like that. They were all alive because of Dylan.

“You’re making a scene,” Andrea whispered in her ear. “Don’t make this any worse. You’re going to be court martialled if you don’t let go. Do you want his death to be in vain?”

She couldn’t breathe. Her chest felt full of lead. This was real. This was happening. Dylan was dead. Dylan was dead and it was her fault. This was because of her.

“They’re going to dissect the body. Do you want to see what they do to broken weapons in R & D?”

Halle felt nauseous. She was dizzy. She couldn’t see that. Couldn’t let them do that to Dylan. But as she watched Thomas glare at her, she realized she had no power. She dropped Dylan’s hand with a sob. She let Helena and Andrea escort her back. She could barely walk. Could barely breathe. Dylan was dead. Dylan was gone. Dylan died because of her. She didn’t want to be awake for any of it any longer. She flung herself onto the bed as she began to sob once more. Paper crinkled beneath her fingers.

Sweetheart. The outer flap of the envelope read. Dylan had such neat, distinctive writing, there was no mistaking it. Halle didn’t hesitate and ripped the paper from the envelope.

Sweetheart, I’m sorry I had to lie to you. I’m sorry I had to push you away. I thought it would keep you safe. I realize I was wrong now. I wish I had known it sooner. I wish I could have said all of this sooner. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.

Tears tracked down Halle’s cheeks. He had known. He had known that this was a suicide mission. And still he came for her. He had walked into the fire knowing he wouldn’t make it out, but that she would.

I was born over a century ago in a small country in the sea that no longer exists. I was poor. I was happy. I had a loving family. I had a life I loved. My world was small, but it was all that I knew. All that we knew. Owen and I were inseparable. Even when the war came we were always together. And when they burned our home to the ground, when the invaders had decimated and destroyed all that we knew, we still had each other.

We were taken back to the invaders’ home, Patricanus. The world was strange. So different from our own. Everything was cold, sterile. We lived in a land of greenery, of land and sea. And this was a dry, stale land. It’s since flourished into a greener place, or at least from what I’ve seen. But one hundred years ago, Patricanus was a desert waste land. And so the powers that be deemed it necessary to invade other places to learn how they cultivated the land. How they kept the land bearing life. And our home was the most fertile of all. I don’t know what they stole from us, but they stole us away, so perhaps that was part of it. I don’t know, it’s not something I ever learned the truth about.

I have never felt pain like I felt being imbued. Words don’t describe the process. My world had been destroyed and Scutus destroyed my body. Scutus destroyed Owen’s mind. There was nothing I could do. I was trapped. I was a prisoner. And I had to do as they ordered or they would destroy the one thing I had left. And so I sold my soul so that he could live. So that the one last thing of my home would remain. I sold the last part of my humanity so the inhuman bastard would live.

I regret that. I should have refused. I should have let them destroy him early. But I was young. I was naive. I thought I could change him back. Could bring him back. But all I brought was pain. I am a wretched, piteous creature, but he was even more so. Life was misery. Time passed so slowly

Until I met you. You breathed life into me after a century of no air. I felt myself coming back to life with you, Halle. You are the best part of my life. The greatest thing to happen to me. And so I wouldn’t take back one miserable moment of my wretched existence because I wouldn’t have met you.

Halle, I’m sorry I’m not here to tell you all of these things. I’m sorry I’m not here to watch you learn the truth, to give you the choice for the next part. We aren’t the only weapons, but you know that. But what you don’t know is that the Authority is the source of all weapons. They sell them to the highest bidder, keep them enslaved, keep them deep in the dark. I bargained for your freedom. You’re free, sweetheart. I only ask that you take the others with you. While I’ll never be able to take you to the sea, you can take them. Be free, Halle, and free the others.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Halle read and reread the letter a hundred times over. Patricanus was the aggressor. The Authority had destroyed a country. Had decimated a people. Had stolen them away and enslaved them. Dylan knew all of that. Knew that and didn’t tell her. Having this knowledge was dangerous. There was more than one reason they kept Dylan locked up and isolated. He was dangerous to the Authority, to Scutus, to the foundations of Patricanus. He knew too much. And he could have destroyed them all.

As Halle gathered what few belongings Dylan had left behind, she made a vow. She was leaving Tectus and so were all the other weapons. She was going to destroy Scutus and the Authority. She was going to ensure the world knew what evil lurked within. And she was going to free them all. For herself. For those that had been lost. But most of all because it was all that Dylan had wanted.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t free you. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” Halle whispered to the empty room. She was getting out of here. She was going to destroy the Authority, expose their secrets and skeletons. And she was getting all the weapons to freedom. Nothing was going to stand in her way.

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[casual-crow]

In Marine Biology class we dissected crabs, and on the paper we got showing the difference between male and female crabs it said “Jimmies” and “Sallies”. It was very funny to me they are just straight up named. I looked more into it though and learnt the female is only a Sally when immature though, and is actually called a “Sook,” which isn’t as funny.

Anyway everyone in my class got jimmies except for my group, we got the only sook.

[kitteecassee]

i did not care much for that man, especially after what he’s allegedly done and the repeated mistakes (but even before that i just wasn’t fond of him) HOWEVER

that doesn’t change the fact that he, alongside the other boys from 1D changed my life for the better. i was so damn depressed and stressed my senior year of highschool and watching every interview, the staircase vids and following up and the music that made me smile genuinely from the bottom of my heart changed me for the better. i felt liberated and free, my heart grew so full watching them and interacting with the community.

i wanted liam to grow, take accountability and do better. not fucking die.

especially not like that, no one deserves that. never thought i’d actually sob but those boys meant something to me, to so many of us.

(also if you’re sending any hate to his ex gf i’d like to kindly ask you to fuck ALLLLLLLL the way off thank you.)

my heart goes out to his son, his family and the rest of the boys.

i just can’t fucking believe this.

[gmax-steelsurge]

Sometimes the school board likes to cheap out on substitute teachers, which is how you get me. A math teacher, Guiding a group of year 11s through a dissection whilst following along written instructions that may have been made while the actual biology teacher was having a mental breakdown.

[clone-wars-retteyo-au]

Clone Wars Retteyo AU Lore: Beliefs on Mindfulness & Death

(Part of my SW TCW clone-centric AU)

I find the clones' mindset on death to be fascinating, so I decided it would be good to add a section discussing this somewhat unique aspect of Retteyan culture, as it's a bit different from most and a major cultural difference between clones and many of their natborn counterparts.

Many clones who fought during the war saw their loved ones die all the time, to the point that they became desensitized to it. They were also kind of made with a certain kind of resilience and ability to process violence and death easier. When someone died on the battlefield, you mourned for a short while, then moved on. Or at the very least, you mourned after the battle was done, and then moved on to the next thing. You could still feel grief for a long period of time, but you never let it affect you and your everyday life. 

This is kind of the case in canon, actually, and it made me realize something interesting about the clone troopers: while Jedi believe in the concept of “no attachments”/mindfulness, clone troopers are extremely skilled at practicing it. They care about each other as a whole, and can form deep bonds, but they don’t let things like grief or their feelings for others get in the way of their work. They are, as I said above, able to move forward after a loss, and see it as a part of life, even if it’s sad.

Clones’ main focus above all is the Republic and fighting for it, and it takes a lot for them to stray from that path. Even when some stop fighting for the Republic, they will fight for the rights of their fellow clones. They are far from disconnected from their emotions, but they don’t tend to linger on them as often or grieve in the same way, prioritizing the bigger picture over their personal feelings.

It’s hard to describe, but I think most people can get my point. Due to both this and the fact that the Jedi did have an influence on the mindsets of many of the clones around them, I believe that many clones would fully believe in and practice mindfulness, even if indirectly. They would then pass this on to future generations, teaching them to accept the death of loved ones as a part of life, and while you can grieve, you don’t need to linger on it.

This is why I think Retteyans would have a very interesting relationship with the concept of death. Not only are they shown to move on pretty quickly from death in canon, or at least process and accept it very quickly, but they (or at least the much older ones) were taught that their lives don’t matter all that much. They’re also forced to accept that they could die at any moment, and are extremely aware of that.

We eventually see them realize that they aren’t expendable and their lives do matter, but they still seem to be aware that death could come at any second and anyone you know could die very suddenly. During the Umbara arc, Fives actually accepts his death pretty quickly, and while Jesse is displeased, he isn’t freaking out about it, showing that clones are pretty calm about dying. Finally, they already have pretty shortened lifespans. Thus, they are forced to accept their own deaths pretty quickly into the war.

I conclude that while Retteyans do grieve and begin holding things like memorial services, they treat death as simply another part of life, and don’t fear it as much as others might. They obviously have a sense of self-preservation and do experience a fear of dying, obviously, at least in the moment. But they’re more concerned with the type of death than death itself. As long as it’s somewhat honorable, they can accept it pretty easily. They don’t worry about death or contemplate on it too much. They simply live while they can and spend time with those they care about.

[moonisagremlin]

the fact that i have reaaaaally bad hematophobia yet i dissected (or well, i mostly just watched my friend dissecting) a sheep heart and lungs and the fact that i have always loved true crime stories doesn't make ANY. FUCKING. SENSE.

[a-library-of-old]

On today's episode of things I won't shut up about, Eddie inspecting dead bodies!!!! Now him and dead bodies have a kinda wack relationship thanks to the whole 'I got bored and made you a riddle using our/your/my??? dead girlfriend lmao' scene. But besides this I also think he would just enjoy the process of dissecting a body. He's desensitized enough for it, we see him make lil jokes and commentary with a body in one scene, and he loves getting to inspect things! So that's why I think he has a room in the Manor with Ozzie that is his room to dissect people that died in wack-ass ways, plus if you subscribe to the Private detective Eddie au thing? Why he's just doing it for his work!!! But yeah dead bodies give him attention and are easy to be around because no social cues and I think he sees this shit as one big riddle and idk anymore I'm tired

[felixisfruity]

anyway. witnessing a frog get its tongue removed next to me that's fun

[cutedeadb0yz]

Me in 2099 when they legalize consensual cannibalism and I have acquired a taste for brains.

Mid Sagittal dissection of a human brain. Absolutely amazing!

[playingplayer2]

So I was describing how way back when I was 10, my grade school class dissected owl pellets and I was upset because "I can't find a whole skeleton in my owl pellet >:(" (I also horrified some classmates because I was uhm... very excited about dissecting owl pellets and finding bones in them... I might still have the bones somewhere bc we were allowed to take them home.....) and my mom, looking bemused tells me, "you know... Even if you'd found a whole skeleton it might not've been... From the same animal" and so I tell her, "well I had just figured I'd just play paleontologist and imagine that that whole dinosaur was all one dinosaur." And she started laughing and saying "ouch" and apologizing to all paleontologists for me lmfao

All this stemmed from the fact that I heard a great horned owl this afternoon and was explaining/showing my mom the difference between Great Grey and Great Horned owl calls (there used to be a Great Grey in my neighborhood when I was younger, and now, for the past few years, there's been a Great Horned owl).

Not to dis paleontologists tho because their field is cool asf and if I went to college is would be something I'd consider (my grandma did anthropology and my mom did geology in college, so heavy precedent for some kind of -ology, like (paleo)zoology or biology or mythology in my case lol) but the number of times I've found out that actually a seemingly "whole" skeleton was in fact at least 2 different skeletons is more than I can think of off the top of my head.

[malusrecord]

@magioffire

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

seeing my posts from 2020 is always funny bc why was I trigger tagging everything