#June 04

[theconnollygroup]

Ultimele Fisiere Adaugate

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Selja Hurr! Minä olen nuori neiti Selja. Olen syntynyt syksyllä 2021, ja etsin kotia, jossa olisi kiltti kissakaveri auttamassa hyvin edenneen kesyyntymiseni jatkumista. Olen lähtöisin isohkosta kissapopulaatiosta, joten kissaseura on minulle tuttua, ihmisiä vielä hiukan arkailen.

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Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[mynameis-a]

CAN YOU GUYS STOP SETTING OFF FIREWORKS

ITS NOT THE 4TH OF JULY YET

ITS THE FIRST

YOU ARE WASTING YOUR FIREWORKS FOR NOTHING

-me, to literally everyone in town because fireworks have been going off for the past 2 hours

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom 2024 Day 4 (@juneofdoom)

4. “Does that hurt?”                              

| Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |

~

As she was led away from the rest of the imprisoned landing party, Christine Chapel was already aware that things were not going to end well for her.

The path led her and her captors through long corridors lit with artificial light and for the first time Christine got an impression of how huge the research center on the planet Gaduz IV actually was.

A team of scientists and doctors had beamed down from the Enterprise to the planet with the aim of helping the humanoid beings living there to develop a new vaccine.

It should have been a simple mission. The team was to help the natives, who had been members of the Federation for quite some time, while the Enterprise underwent repairs at a nearby starbase.

Too late they had realized that the research center had been taken over by rebels and the ship had already been out of range when Christine and the others realized what was going on.

"You'll never get away with it," growled the nurse, giving the two male creatures that were dragging her along an angry look.

"Oh, but we already are. The research center is ours. From here, we can pass the virus off as a vaccine and spread it across the entire planet. And then our world will finally be rid of all the wretched, frail creatures. Only the strong will survive."

One man's yellow eyes sparkled with delight as he uttered these words and his partner nodded in agreement.

It was just crazy! Chapel simply could not and would not understand how someone was capable of such a thing.

"Provided, of course, you earthlings don't try to cause any more problems." The hand holding Christine only squeezed tighter and the nurse gritted her teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, does that hurt?" One of the kidnappers laughed maliciously and Christine gave him a dark look. If she could move freely, she would have punched the guy in the face – hypocratic oath or not.

"I'm sure we'll make a good example of you to discourage anyone else from trying to rebel against us." The man to her left grinned with pleasure and a shiver ran down Chapel's spine.

She had protested loudly when she and the rest of the landing team had been locked up. One of the older scientists had been injured by the rebels in the process. And now she would be punished for her behavior.

The small group came to a halt in front of a door, which opened with a hiss and Christine froze.

There in the room was a metal chair, which was obviously used to hold people in place. The nurse was quickly led over to it and forced to sit down.

"I'd love to inject you with the virus to see what effect it has on humans, but I doubt it would do anything to a healthy woman like you." The taller of the two captors stepped over to a table on which all kinds of medical instruments were lying.

"But I'm quite certain that we can disfigure you in such a way that all the other prisoners will see it as a warning."

The smile on the local's face grew even wider than before as he turned to Christine, a scalpel in his hand.

"Best we start with your pretty long fingers. Anyone who resists us will never touch anything again."

Chapel's breathing quickened as she watched the alien apply the blade to her right thumb. It didn't take long for a hellish pain to fill the nurse as the metal cut first through her flesh and then through the bone.

She wanted to scream out loud, but the second kidnapper placed one of his big paws on her mouth from behind.

Finger followed finger and Christine felt hot tears running down her cheeks faster and faster. It hurt so much!

"There we have it. So ... what else?" As the last finger fell to the floor, her tormentor seemed to muse for a moment. Then he laughed. "Oh, of course! Anyone who resists us is not worthy of our sight."

Christine's eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. But it didn't help. The rebel put the scalpel aside and instead reached for a syringe filled with a dark liquid.

The next punishment was much quicker than the previous one, but no less painful.

Tears and blood mingled as Chapel screamed as loud as she could into the hand that was still on her mouth. The pain of acid burning in her eyes was unbearable and it didn't stop when her sight finally went out completely.

She heard the laughter of her captors and knew it wasn't over yet.

"Oh, I have one last thing. Anyone who resists us will never speak a word against us again."

Chapel pleaded and gasped as the paw detached itself from her mouth. But she didn't have time for big words.

Fingers grabbed her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth. And when Christine felt a cold blade touch it, she sensed that this punishment would be the last.

One cut ... then it was over.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The Downfall of Prince Harry - a good take down in The Spectator

The Downfall of Prince Harry - a good take down in The Spectator I do love a good, witty critique of Harry and Meghan, so I thought I'd share this one from The Spectator by Julie Burchill. https://ift.tt/n5Xp9EK is no new gossip, but some very nicely worded put downs This is my favourite part."But when he says he wants to ‘change’ journalism, isn’t this too some kind of egomania from a man who had the most expensive education money could buy, yet limped through his A-Levels with a B in Art and a D in geography? It’s like me claiming that I’m going to ‘change’ polo-playing.What he really wants, I’d wager, is to make journalism into a branch of PR – and for all of us hacks to approach him in the manner of a Groom of the Stool, as he has become accustomed to through the likes of Omid Scobie. In the meantime, what is Saint George without a dragon – and what is a playboy prince without a poisonous press?Prince Harry has been many things; lover, fighter, father, husband, knocker-back of copious Crack-Baby cocktails at Boobie’s nightclub. But more than anything, he is a man who has decided to tie his own legs together – and then berate the universe ad infinitum for making him hop." Submitted June 12, 2023 at 04:28PM by Coffee_cake_101 https://ift.tt/Q4p6tgK via /r/SaintMeghanMarkle

[onemossygoblin]

Mutuals tag this with what Time it is for You so i can figure out what our Time Difference is Challenge 

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[theconnollygroup]

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Sydney Kröhöm-HÖM! Pyydän kainosti huomiotanne, olette kenties ihminen? Mainiota, siis esittäydyn: olen Sydney Kissanen, herra tutkijarohvessori Tampereen Yliopiston kissatieteellisestä tiedekunnasta mau!

[jerodiamond]

June 6, 2024 1:04 pm 2024 #sethjfitness #sethjfitness2024 video1412318578

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom Day 4

4. “Does that hurt?”

| Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization |

TW: major character death, freezing to death, not canon compliant

~

He hated this planet. He hated it like hell!

Just why had Starfleet exiled him to Delta Vega - the end of the whole damn universe?!

Montgomery Scott was supposed to work on a starship. He was supposed to change the world, working on his transwarp beaming theory.

But just one wee mistake and he had been punished for a lifetime. And there was no hope that he'd be relieved anytime soon.

"What the- Aw man!"

The Scotsman groaned in annoyance, when he took a look at the screen. A broken radio tower, not too far from the outpost.

"Oi, wee man! We have a problem!"

Scotty wasn't alone on the planet. There was a little green alien called Keenser. He wasn't the most talkative lad, but he still was good company.

Scotty looked around, but Keenser was nowhere to be seen. He was probably taking a nap. The lad rarely got sleep.

"Fine, I can take a look myself."

He didn't need a companion to check on the tower. And if he needed help, he could still come back and get Keenser.

++++++++

It was just so cold. Scotty shivered heavily and wrapped his jacket even tighter around him.

This place was hell! And he wanted to get back to Earth where the sun was warm and bright.

But that would have to wait.

"There ye are, ye stupid radio tower," he muttered angrily, when the broken thing came into view.

Just what could have damaged it so badly?

The closer Scott got, the better he saw that something was lying on the ground.

It looked like...

"An escape pod?"

Scotty started to run as soon as he noticed just what had crashed onto the planet's surface.

It really was an escape pod! What was it doing here? And, more importantly, who was in it?

The Scotsman opened the pod and a pale human was revealed to him. Strains of raven-black hair fell into the man's unconcious face. There was a bruise on his forehead.

Scotty gently placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it.

"Hey, laddie. Ye okay there?"

The man groaned, face distorted in pain, and suddenly blue eyes snapped open and he grabbed Scott's wrist, glaring at him. His face was stern.

"Woah, careful now, I'm not yer enemy!"

Scotty winced. How could one man have such a strong grip? Who was this guy?!

"Who are you?"

The dark haired man's voice was deep and it sent a chill down Scott's spine. Still, he chose to answer the question.

"Uhm... the name's Montgomery Scott. I work on an outpost not too far away from here. And... who would ye be?"

The man's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"An outpost?" he asked and the engineer nodded.

"Aye, I'm a member of Starfleet."

Immediately, the expression on his counterpart's face darkened. His grip around Scotty's wrist tightened to the point where it hurt.

"Do you know a man called Admiral Marcus?"

The Scotsman blinked in confusion. That... was a pretty straightforward question, wasn't it?

"Aye, I do. Man helped me get into the Academy. Grumpy lad, but... a good admiral. Now... who are ye again?"

The piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right through him. Scotty shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.

And finally he got an answer.

"My name is Khan. And that admiral you admire so much... has kidnapped and betrayed me."

Once again, Scott blinked rapidly. What the heck was this lad talking about? That was just crazy!

"Ye... hit yer head pretty hard, didn't ye? Does that hurt?"

He reached out with his free hand to touch the forehead, however, the man - Khan - reacted instantly. He grabbed Scotty's throat and pulled him close to his face.

"Do not touch me, Mr. Scott. I am far more superior than you."

The Scotsman shivered under the threatening gaze and swallowed. This man wasn't joking.

"A-alright, laddie. No need to get violent."

Scotty raised his hands in a soothing manner. He didn't want to risk his skin by provoking Khan any further.

"Where is that outpost?"

Scott glanced to his left. He really shouldn't tell this guy anything, but he had a feeling that he couldn't lie to him either. So he nodded his head toward where he had come from.

"A few miles in that direction."

Khan eyed him closely, before a smile crossed his face. However, it wasn't a friendly one. It was cold and smug.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

And before Scotty knew what was happening to him, he was pushed into the escape pod.

"Wha-"

He heard the door being locked from outside and only now did he notice that Khan had taken his communicator from him, too.

"Oi! Let me out!"

But the raven-haired man was already heading off to the outpost. Apparently he had no use for the Scotsman.

"Let me out!"

He banged his fists against the glass again and again, but couldn't break free. He was trapped in this escape pod!

++++++++

He didn't know how many hours had passed, but eventually hypothermia was winning the fight they fought. When his eyes closed, his only hope was that Keenser had made it out alive. If only they had gone outside together...

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The Title of Meghans new book

The Title of Meghan’s new book So from what we’ve heard so far… Megsy herself is “writing a book”.(*Apparently she “found her diary” the last time she was in Frogmore Cottage…will this newfound “diary” contribute with “new recollections” to her book?)What do you think the TITLE of the book should be?I will go first…“The Art of Yacht…”🤣“The empowered victim in ME” Submitted June 13, 2023 at 04:09AM by Alarmed_Area_9270 https://ift.tt/OFAjs3k via /r/SaintMeghanMarkle

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