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idk if i told the full story on here but i signed up for a research study where they were testing a new opioid, and it was supposed to be up to 5 injections increasing the dose to see what people could tolerate

i got the first dose and almost immediately fainted. they had to call in a whole medical team and it was a huge fucking deal

i was kicked out of the study and got a phone call later where they were supposed to tell me what the drug was, so i could avoid it in the future. they told me it was saline water. a placebo. i fainted from the placebo effect.

anyway, it's been a few months and i just got an email from the same department asking me to be a research participant in a new study: testing the effects of open-label placebo.

open label placebo is when the subjects and the researchers all know it's a placebo. they're testing the power of my mind. my power to imagine anything.

i like to think that they chose me for this specifically based on their past experience with me. "get the guy who fainted like a little bitch boy from saline water." anyway i just submitted all my info and i'm looking forward to getting started.

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The reason Mr Darcy is an iconic literary character whose appeal has endured for more than two centuries is not because he's somehow simultaneously both a brooding, Byronic romantic hero and a poor socially awkward shy boy who's too nervous to talk to his crush.

The reason Mr Darcy has enduring appeal is because he transforms from a rich, conceited and utterly unpleasant snob into the best version of himself after a thorough rebuke from the heroine. Instead of resenting Elizabeth when she tells him how much she dislikes him, he realises that she was correct, that he cannot stand the person he has become either. Darcy listens, learns and grows as a person following her reproach of him. For all this, he expects absolutely nothing in return for it from her. Not her love, or her approval, or her thanks. Nothing.

Mr Darcy's character arc is a beautiful example of redemption; of a man turning into the best version of himself he possibly can be out of love not just for the heroine but for his fellow human beings... because being a better person is the right thing to do.

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I wish everyone who was ever into knock down drag out fandom fights would direct all that energy towards their city council, I feel like that would transform society overnight.

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happy birthday, asshole!

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Every modern jaybin writer takes on the sisyphean task to prove that Bruce and Alfred are correct when they say Jason got himself killed and yet every time they fail because no matter how hard they try, they can't make the kid more responsible than the adults. "Jason was reckless and angry and had a darkness in him." Damn so you sent him out every night to face violent adults and then talked shit about him behind his back? For years? What a nasty pair of assholes, why would they treat a child that way if he was so blatantly Not Well.

Like it just doesn't work! It has never worked! But they're going to keep trying to push the victim blaming narrative anyways and it's going to keep shooting them in the foot and making Bruce and Alfred look terrible.

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No tech CEO or NYT bestselling novelist will ever match the creativity of a humble French postman who decided on a whim to spend thirty-three years building a surreal, majestic palace with the bricks and mortar of his dreams.

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Google Earth is Amazing

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Alexandria's Genesis: The Truth and the Fallacy

Way back in 2011, a bit of Daria fan fiction I wrote sometime between 1998 and 1999 had taken on a life of its own in the years since leaving the fandom, resulting in its appearance on my Tumblr dashboard in mid-December of that year.

After the shock wore off, I had no option but to come out as the creator of the fictional posthuman/alien genetic construct Alexandria���s Genesis. Figuring that doing so on Tumblr wasn’t going to be enough to attempt – emphasis on “attempt” – to set the record straight, I turned to my own fashion blog to shed more light on this subject.

Since then, the post had become the most-read on my old blog, 33 avenue Miquelon; Miquelon is no longer my last name, by the way – it’s Aubernon now. Much to my disappointment, however, most who came to my blog through that post didn’t bother to go any further.

With 33 avenue Miquelon in the pages of history, I figured I would repost the most-read post of all time here on Tumblr as both a tribute and testament to its surprising success among both the violet-eyed truthers and the realists, and as a way to insure that AG will not take away from the new endeavour.

Read, share, laugh, love, but always remember: Alexandria’s Genesis is not, was not, and – barring the advent of posthumanity (hint-hint, my little violet-eyed truthers) – shall never be real, no matter what you choose to believe; you will always be wrong.

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I am really enjoying reading about the University of Wisconsin chancellor fired after the university discovered all the pornos he and his wife were making.

Generally when someone has a public sex scandal (or “scandal”) you get the standard “I am sorry. I regret it. It was a misjudgment on my part” but this guy is like “fuck you I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t violate conflict of interest clauses, you are violating my first amendment rights”

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we seriously need to stop conceding to the personhood trap when it comes to abortion rights. is a fetus a person? thats a spiritual question. i dont care about the answer. should another person dictate what someone can do with their body? simple answer: no.

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Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.