Mad Max Brain Rot

And if you can't give it to me I will cut you down

Imagining Garak and Bashir in a fucked up survival situation. Garak getting injured somewhere intimate like the thigh or lower abdomen. It severs an artery and he's bleeding out. Forcing Bashir to reach inside and apply manual pressure to the artery while he repairs it. Garak, conscious and whimpering, as Bashir puts his whole hand inside him :) Bashir whispering softly, gently how well he's doing, just a little more :) :) :)

Had fun with brushes and effects, think this is cool and gay looking

fifty favorite films • 11/50

mad max: fury road (2015) dir. george miller

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987-1994) “All Good Things…” (7.25/7.26)

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Reading like the monster The Monster at the End of This Book, thrilling.

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

Bed against five hundred walls: . . .

Bed against one thousand walls: . . .

Bed against five thousand walls: . . .

Bed against twenty thousand walls:

Bed against one hundred thousand walls:

Bed against five hundred thousand walls:

Bed against one million walls:

Bed against one billion walls:

Bed against one trillion walls:

Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

Bed against one quintillion walls: . . .

Bed against one sextillion walls: . . .

Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.

*In Harley Quin voice*

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