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Dudes healthcare is so fake. My ADHD meds are $940 without insurance. But they gave me a website of "coupons" which straight up looks like a scam website, and I got it today for $60! Just a coupon from a random website and it was $900 cheaper. America, I am confusion!! America explain!!
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i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names
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Wild Talk: A Reading List On Artificial Intelligence and Interspecies Communication
AI is opening up the possibility of communicating with other animals. But will we listen? And can we ever truly understand?
A fascinating new reading list from Sam Firman. Read it here.
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this au got me laying awake at 3am thinking abt steven surviving a job interview
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Announcing MEDLEY: A Medical Primer for Writers (Summer Edition)
Are you a writer?
Do you need to know things about medicine for your fiction works?
Have you considered taking a 100% online class about it?
Starting Tuesday, June 4th and running for 9 weeks is MEDLEY.
Topics include:
WEEK 1: (US) Hospitals and the People Who Work in Them
WEEK 2: The Physical Exam
WEEK 3: Codes and ACLS
WEEK 4: Remote and Improvised Medicine 1
WEEK 5: Remote and Improvised Medicine 2
WEEK 6: Recovery and Aftermath
WEEK 7: Historical Medicine
WEEK 8: Mental Healthcare
WEEK 9: Bonus Episode
This is the second time I'm running this course so hopefully the kinks are nice and ironed out this time.
Price is $36 per person ($4/week).
Two scholarships are available no questions asked.
Contact me at [email protected] for more information/to sign up.
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Toxic Emotionally Whumpy Original Fic
"Consequences" is my oc fic, featuring heavy emotional whump that I thought whumpblr might enjoy. Lots of manipulation and character intrigue... Also very smutty and dark.
TW for non-consent Consequences - Chapter 1 - a_sinner_and_a_saint_01 - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
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"To the Victor Go the Spoils" Whump | Dark | Hero/Villain
Note: This is a bit cheesy but I hope you enjoy a little classic hero/villain shenanigans
TW: Non-consent, suggestively nsfw
“You give up so easily it almost takes the fun out of things. There is something I want, though,” Villain said. He ran his tongue against his teeth subtly, and then grinned at Hero. “I’ll let you take a guess what it is.” Excitement, twisted, demented, excitement glinted in his eyes.
She didn’t even want to guess, not knowing what he’d done—what he still might do.
She shook her head, and swallowed nervously, slowly backing away from him. “Y-you can’t—don’t—you’ve already won,” she stammered. “You don’t have to hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, but the way he said it wasn’t remotely comforting, as he took a step forward for each step she took back.
The backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed and she froze, looking up at him.
“I’ll give you a hint. What do you think happens when you lose?” He asked curiously.
“Bad things. The world is—”
He laughed softly. “I’m not talking about the greater good, I’m talking about you and I,” he said musically, as though somehow the two of them were at the center of this little story. As if she’d ever been at the center of anything.
He placed a hand on her chest, and her blood ran ice-cold as he leaned down into her ear. “What do you think?”
“I don’t—” He cut her off by shoving her down onto her bed. Then he was on her, firm grip seizing her wrists as his knees boxed her in on either side.
Oh no. Oh fuck. She tried to wriggle free, but he was holding her too tight for her to escape. He couldn’t actually be—no. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. Yet even if she could fight him, she couldn't leave. He was right that he'd won, and that he had all the power in this scenario.
“What do you think I would want?” He mused.
Cold indifference turned to panic fast. “No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head. “No you can’t—please it’s not fair!” She hated the way she sounded, like a desperate child angry at the world, confused why bad things had to happen.
He almost looked surprised. “Didn’t you expect this?”
“I didn’t!” She admitted, her words shaking, her breath heavy. Her eyes stung with tears. “Please, Villain, not this,” she begged, humiliation burning red in her cheeks. “Anything but this.”
“Consider it the consequences of your own actions. You failed. You lose.”
“Fine, yes I lost, but this has nothing to do with what I did,” she said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “You don’t have to be this kind of monster, please.”
“Call me a monster if you will, but the only thing that really matters is that I won, and, well, what do you think happens when you lose?” He asked, eyes narrowed just slightly, but there was a clear taunt in his words.
She found herself aggravated by his condescension. “I–what—I lose, that’s all it’s supposed to be.”
He was silent for far too long, and she felt him shift on the bed, sliding his knee up between her thighs and forcing them apart. The finality of that gesture made her wince. “To the victor go the spoils,” he purred.
“I’m not a prize, I’m not something to be had.”
“Are you not? Something I’ve wanted. Something I’ve been denied, so,” he offered her a small smile, his lips parted just slightly, but the look was brimming with all manner of smugness and danger. “To the victor you'll go."
"But I don't want you!" she said, but she knew it was futile. There was a particular helplessness she felt in that moment, something that had her body wrought with tension and breath caught in her throat.
"Oh, I don’t care," he said, and his voice was airy, almost a laugh as if he were relieved that he didn't have to be civilized about taking what he wanted from her. “But don’t act like you haven’t thought of it before. Terrible, toe-curling, midnight thoughts—embarrassing ones.” Then he smiled wryly, “but it's terrifying when it’s real, huh?”
She felt her face turning red because it was true. She had imagined him, right here in this very bed. This exact scenario—perhaps some nights it was a nightmare, but it was no less enticing in fiction form.
His smile became excruciatingly smug. “And how am I in your fantasies?” His fingers moved to her hip, sliding up under her t-shirt with a feathery gentleness. “Do I take my time with you? Kiss every inch of you and lick your cunt until you’re dripping like a faucet? Or…” he trailed off.
She shivered, and a quiet whimper escaped her as he moved his knee to be on the other side of her thigh. Then his other hand was suddenly firm on her hip and he was flipping her over, leaning into her ear. “Or do I just flip you over and have you rough like a doe on the first day of spring?”
Always the second one.
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To be continued....
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Eartha Kitt with her cats, 1952.
Photographed by Gordon Parks for LIFE magazine.
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