|In near-perpetual darkness, a trio discover something truly horrifying.|
Stuff HappensTerezi stood in front of her husktop, arms trembling slightly. She had been mulling over this for the past hour. "Come on, do it, Pyrope!" She had to tell him. She had to.Stuff Happens by InvestigatorGray
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Karkat sat in front of his husk-top, speechless. Did Terezi just ask him over? Honestly, he felt a spurt of joy from this. He always felt… something for her. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
He thought it was red.
No. He KNEW it was red.
He just hoped she felt the same way.
Terezi smelled Karkat walking down the driveway to her hive. "Oh gog, there he is," she muttered. She could smell the candy red blood off of him. She waited for him to get to the
Liar, Liar, You've Already Turned To Ashesmake it all, fucking rewindLiar, Liar, You've Already Turned To Ashes by atlantic-lungs
before I force it too - -
Have the past erode the hearts of
every boy I've ever kissed - - -
I'm shutting off the night
cause liars catch fire
in morning's candle
& when the days turn like pages,
my salvation will soon take hold
of my debilitated heart
& rip out the blackness I've
been painting across my presence.
because i'll have no future
with you if my memories keep
me prisoner in their minds.
Free WillIt’s raining.Free Will by Mattchewbackaar
Heidi’s feet take her through the door and into the bus station. People line up at the sliding doors, her mind notes, all have their bags in hands from daily shopping. They wait to go home. Blank expressions, aimless gazing—one of them takes a sneaky peek at their phone—a split-second glimpse—nothing about them sparks interest in her.
A bus driver pulls up outside the sliding doors. People flood out, some in groups, some alone. Heidi’s eyes scan the bus’s exterior. They find the number. 131. Not her bus. No doubt it’ll come in another ten, maybe twenty minutes, Heidi’s mind ponders. Thirty—stretching it. Forty is plain silly, her mind tells her, unless there’s traffic.
After a bit of manoeuvring – squeezing through gaps of people, sidestepping, walking around close-together groups – Heidi finds herself sitting down on a bench. A metal bench. An unmanageable chill races up her back; her shoulders
FriendHe finally has his kill. Stabbed it straight through the chest with a sharp piece of wood – and some brute strength. It’s dead, this animal, beast, he heard its final yelp.Friend by Mattchewbackaar
But he’s making sure: he circles the animal ritualistically, watching for movements. None. He makes an advance, eyes firm on the animal’s carcass. A gust of wind rushes pass the man and animal. The fur waves—shock fills the man. He thinks it’s moving. Stumbling to the floor, grunting, the man finds a rock and lobs it—thump-crack—the carcass budges. The rock rolls away.
He pants. Watches.
The man doesn’t know any better. He doesn’t know the wind moves the fur or when an animal roars a dying cry it means death. If that carcass moves once, he’ll think it’s still alive. So he waits. He plays the waiting game. Eyes thin. Stare unfaltering. He expects the carcass to move. But after a minute, it doesn’t. Not even the fur.
Water Me NotFrom the ground I growWater Me Not by Mattchewbackaar
Using water and light and space
From the soil and so
Allow me to express my grace
Water is fine
But not too much
For that is a bad sign
That one day
You will put me out of touch
Water is okay, I guess
Water will help me grow
As water will not press
Unless too much, I say oh no
But will you listen, how can you
You shall not regret or rue
And eventually, you say oh drat
Flood me with water
And know that I will die
But know this, o thwarter
Of knowledge, of freedom
Know that your end is nigh
You may suppress me
With rock and steel and stone
But I will still rise, you see
And your end, only you postpone
Water me, sure, but not too much
Or water me, no, not at all; be such
Depersonalisation and UndiverseDemarcus sits stone-like in a chair, his hand supporting his weighty, sleepy head. Frequently—about every two to three seconds—he clicks his pen. Click. Breath. Chatter, chatter. Scribble. Click. Sigh. Demarcus sits up and tries to focus. He might as well. There’s only, what—hang on—Demarcus checks his phone—twenty minutes left until the end of the lecture. Twenty-two minutes if you were really being smart about it. But twenty.Depersonalisation and Undiverse by Mattchewbackaar
He did the maths in his head. Twenty minutes. Ugh.
Twenty, whole, solid, slow, backbreaking, knee-cracking, mind-numbing minutes. Demarcus stares at the digital clock. It finally ticks a minute. Great. Twenty-one minutes. Fantastic.
Tap. He places his phone aside and looks forward.
“Now,” the lecturer says. “I assume that you’ve all read this book. If you haven’t, read it.”
The lecturer holds up a book like a king would hold up a sceptre. There’s no response from the class. There
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
The warmth of too many bodies in one small room soothed my soul. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the couch, and took a slow, deep breath of oxygen.
"He never told me that! I thought he wanted to marry her-"
"-No, she wanted to finish college first, they split up."
"-Oh my God, reminds me, guys did you hear about Jesse? He dropped out, apparently he's rooming with some kleptomaniac crazy hippy-chick, dropped his cell plan too-and his mom can't even get a hold of him."
"Trevor is gay. He told me last month."
I opened my eyes and sat up straight, noticing the silence in the room. Then eve
Two HeartsTween the beats of my heart I feel a stirring
Within this skin a new soul is forming, unblurring
On the path of rebirth I feel the love inside purring
Here on the clouds of raptured bliss I see the strength of my soul
Every breath I take is two, the dance of life starts to make me whole
A wave of emotional and spiritual bliss reveals the light reveals my role
Reaching into the world I see the love again, a rebirth of my mind is control
This is what life is, not the scars and blisters festering in the deep black hole
Sparks will ignite the passion, you are own jailer, set yourself free and reject parole
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
Professor Dame Sally Davies, Chief Medical Officer for England: “The intention in making these regulations is to ensure that mothers who carry faulty mitochondria can have healthy children free from devastating and often deadly conditions caused by serious mitochondrial disease.
“It is important to remember that mitochondrial DNA represents less than 0.054 per cent of the total DNA, and is not part of the nuclear DNA, which determines our personal characteristics and traits such as personality, hair and eye colour.
“It is only right that we introduce this life-saving treatment as soon as we can so we can give hope to hundreds of UK families."
Dr Trevor Stammers, Programme Director in Bioethics and Medical Law at St Mary's University: “Even if these babies are born they will have to be monitored all their lives, and their children will have to be as well.
“We do not yet know the interaction between the mitochondria and nuclear DNA. To say that it is the same as changing a battery is facile. It’s an extremely complex thing.”
Dr Ted Morrow, Evolutionary Biologist, of the University of Sussex: "using donor DNA would be ‘unwise’ and cause even larger effects than previously seen.
“Remember Dolly the sheep? She died prematurely of an infection but the method used to clone her is similar to MR techniques
“There are a number of published studies that indicate genetic variation in the mitochondrial DNA influences an individual’s personality
“So swapping out the mitochondrial DNA from one person and replacing it with another will undoubtedly influence many different characteristics of an individual.”
www.telegraph.co.uk/news/scien… - more for and against here.
The church of England, ahead of the vote, says the method (and the law) is "irresponsible". - www.telegraph.co.uk/news/scien…
What're your thoughts on three-parent babies?
journals.plos.org/plosone/arti… - Study by Professor Doug Turnbull
www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/artic… - Studies on animals (Provided by skulkey)
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