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alemonadinixi · 10 months ago

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Jay's Story, Part 2

(been a while since the first part, so here's a link)

We somehow managed to find a surgeon willing to help, provided we gave him permission to publish a paper about our little experiment. We agreed, as long as we stayed anonymous.

Theoretically, the secretions from Sierra’s ovipositor should help stretch my insides to facilitate the transfer of the eggs to the pouch he’d be creating in me from a section of my intestine. To keep the eggs inside, it would have a valve that would hopefully only open from direct pressure. When we asked how I was going to lay the eggs, he sort of shrugged. We were dealing in a ton of hypotheticals – the idea was that when the eggs were fully developed, they’d be big enough to trigger the valve to open. If they triggered it too soon, we’d have to try something else. If they didn’t trigger it at all, Sierra would just have to fuck me until I started laying.

I was having a whole host of conflicting feelings by this point. Was I really about to sign up for getting my intestines turned into an egg pouch? I’d experimented a little with anal, but this was way beyond my experience. I also had no idea how big Sierra’s eggs would be. She was starting to look pregnant herself, just the slightest baby bump you’d easily dismiss as putting on a little weight if she hadn’t told you she was going to have kids.

And that was really what kept pushing me forward, in the end. If she wasn’t keeping them, she needed the surgery immediately. I had to either go all in on this experiment, which might not even work, or back out now so that her surgery would be as risk free as possible.

I went all in. I was probably an idiot, but I wanted to make her happy… and a piece of me I tried not to pay too much attention to was curious about what this would be like. So there I was, a month after my surgery, on my hands and knees on my bed, my alien lizard girlfriend behind me, coaxing me to relax. I didn’t know what to expect. When I felt something warm and wet press against my ass, I jumped a little.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded, didn’t trust my voice to work. It sure worked when something entered, a gasp and a little moan coming out of me as she pressed inside. It hurt at first, but she was so slick it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I moaned again as she slipped further, the warm wet tube suddenly moving out making me shiver as she gently fucked me like her ovipositor was a dildo. Or a dick. Fuck, my girlfriend was fucking me and I was starting to like it, loosening up for her. It was an intense sensation, and when she found the right angle…

“You’ve never made a sound like that before,” she giggled.

“Never done this before,” I muttered.

Shit but it was good. I was full and shaking, each thrust sending her deeper into me, I could feel her snaking through my intestine. I wonder if there was something in her secretions, because it felt way better than it probably should have. I was wantonly moaning, begging as my limbs turned to jelly, my cock rock hard against my belly… Then she paused, the pressure of her in me, just keeping me full was amazing.

“I think I found the valve,” she muttered. She pushed forward, and I felt something open in me, an incredible pressure inside that was soon echoed by an eruption of pressure at my asshole.

I swore as discomfort turned to pain when the first egg entered. I cried out into the pillow, felt her stroking my back and legs, trying to soothe me. “I can’t stop it now,” she whispered, “I’m sorry Jay. You’ll be alright, you’re doing so well.” Her ovipositor pumped the egg all down its length, through my intestine to the pouch, a second punch of pressure as it passed through the valve.

Another egg instantly followed. I swore again, tracking the path without wanting to. Her hand wrapped around my cock, an effort to keep me distracted. It helped some, and she pumped in time with the eggs as they traveled. Three, four, oh fuck five… my ass was soon numb, letting me focus on the fact that my cock was rock hard in her hand. I lost track of the eggs and when I came she kissed my back and said, “Finished. Good work. I love you, thank you so much.”

I nodded, catching my breath, my hand drifting to my stomach. "I love you too," I said as I felt a small bulge. I felt bloated, and looked it. "How many…?"

"Oh, maybe a dozen, at most. But most won't develop," she hurried to explain as I felt faint, "most won't make it and that's normal. A good clutch is four to six, but you're another species. I'll be surprised and ecstatic if even two develop fully."

I nodded. Ok. Two eggs, maybe three or four at best. I could handle that.

#jay's story #alien pregnancy #mpreg #oviposition kink

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mariacallous · 5 months ago

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When South Korean legislator Kim Min-seok warned in August that President Yoon Suk-yeol might be plotting to declare martial law, even the most ardent critics of Yoon were skeptical. Of course, the right-wing president was increasingly displaying authoritarian tendencies. In response to his miserably low approval rating, hovering between the high teens and low 20s, as well as mounting corruption allegations against him and his wife, Yoon ordered indiscriminate raids of the offices and residences of liberal politicians and journalists, numerous thinly supported criminal charges against opposition leader Lee Jae-myung, and ostentatious military parades.

But still, the idea that Yoon might attempt martial law and a self-coup—where an existing leader seizes dictatorial power—seemed to be too outlandish. It was seen as partisan fodder, unbecoming of a lawmaker of Kim’s stature—a respected former youth leader of the South Korean democracy movement that ended the military dictatorship of Chun Doo-hwan in 1987. South Korea had not seen martial law since its democratic transition, although a declaration of martial law remained a theoretical possibility in case of a wartime emergency in a hypothetical clash with North Korea.

Then it happened. At 10:23 p.m. local time on Dec. 3, Yoon called an unscheduled press conference. In a six-minute statement, Yoon announced that he was declaring an emergency martial law, claiming that the opposition Democratic Party made the National Assembly “a monster trying to destroy liberal democracy” because the liberal party had brought 22 impeachments against officials in his administration and threatened to slash its discretionary budget. Yoon branded his political opponents are “pro-Pyongyang anti-state forces,” in the same rhetoric that South Korea’s military dictators had used to justify their rule.

Within an hour, Gen. Park An-soo was appointed as the commander of the Martial Law Command, which decreed that all political activities in national and local legislatures were prohibited, all media were subject to the control of the Martial Law Command, and public gatherings and rallies were prohibited. Soon, armored cars and helicopters began emerging in the streets of Seoul.

South Korean news anchors reporting the announcements were visibly shaking because they knew, as did most South Koreans, what could be in store. The last time martial law was declared in South Korea was in 1979, in the waning days of Park Chung-hee’s dictatorship that later gave way to Chun’s. In that martial law period, from October 1979 to January 1981, Chun’s paratroopers massacred hundreds of protesters, perhaps thousands, in the southwestern city of Gwangju.

The mass murders in the aftermath of the Gwangju Uprising became one of the defining moments of modern South Korean history, memorialized in the novel Human Acts by Han Kang, who won the Nobel Prize in literature in October and is due to give her acceptance speech next week. But in 2024, most South Koreans had regarded the massacre as a distant historical event, a tragic but old incident that their country had put past. The public watched the news in shock as armored cars and helicopters were heading to the National Assembly, where lawmakers had the ability to end martial law by a majority vote.

Fortunately, history did not repeat itself—in part because, as with everything he has done, Yoon executed the autogolpe with clownish incompetence. Aspiring authoritarians around the world have long had an established playbook for coups: TV broadcast controlled, the internet jammed, opposition leaders arrested, and checkpoints set up around the city.

The martial law declaration aspired to all of these possibilities, especially control of the media. Yet none of those things happened on the night of Dec. 3. TV cameras roamed freely near the National Assembly Hall, while liberal leaders exhorted the public via social media to protest against Yoon’s power grab. Squads were reportedly deployed to arrest key opposition leaders but were too slow to stop them. Soldiers were reluctant to use force, letting themselves be pushed back by unarmed protesters.

Although details are still emerging as of this writing (around 24 hours since the martial law declaration), it appears that Yoon’s self-coup attempt was so clumsy because the president could not balance the need to keep his plan secret and the need to get the requite buy-ins from key players. Reportedly, it was Defense Minister Kim Yong-hyun who suggested declaring martial law. But Kim could only muster a small segment of the military to follow his orders; most of the military and the police remained in their posts. Yoon apparently had no buy-in from conservatives either, as People Power Party leader Han Dong-hoon and Seoul Mayor Oh Se-hoon quickly denounced the coup attempt.

Nevertheless, there were many moments where just one wrong turn could have resulted in chaos and bloodbath. Under the law, the National Assembly can end martial law with a majority vote—but of course, that assumes that the legislators are able to vote. The declaration, completely illegally, forbade the National Assembly from gathering, and armed soldiers were dispatched to patrol outside the Assembly Hall, as helicopters equipped with machine guns hovered over them.

Somehow, the South Korean legislators managed. The protesters led a tense standoff against the special forces deployed to the legislature, blocking the soldiers and armored cars while opening a path for lawmakers to enter the building. Democratic Party spokesperson Ahn Gwi-ryeong wrestled an armed soldier with her bare hands before going into the building. Lee, the Democratic leader, showed surprising athleticism for a 60-year-old as he hopped over the walls to avoid the soldiers in front of the building—while livestreaming a video of himself to boot. Thankfully, not a shot was fired.

Once in the building, the lawmakers and their aides barricaded the entrance and opened the legislative session at 12:49 a.m. Assembly Speaker Woo Won-shik emphasized that proper parliamentary procedure must be followed to leave no doubt about the result, even as paratroopers broke a window to enter the building and legislative aides pushed them back with fire extinguishers and cellphone flashes.

At 1:01 a.m., after 12 agonizing minutes of typing up the bill and submitting it in accordance with the parliamentary procedure, the 190 out of 300 Assembly members who could manage to enter the hall, including 18 legislators of Yoon’s own party, unanimously voted to end martial law. After a few moments of hesitation, the helicopters and armored cars, then the soldiers, began leaving the hall. Even after the vote, there remained a question whether Yoon would honor the National Assembly vote. The legislators remained in the hall, fearing that Yoon might redeploy the military or declare martial law once again. But at 4:27 a.m., the defeated and humiliated Yoon held a press conference to announce that he would lift martial law.

As of this writing, the situation remains fluid. But it does not appear likely that Yoon will be able to finish out the remainder of his term, which runs until 2027. The Democratic Party demanded that Yoon resign immediately or face impeachment proceedings, which require a two-thirds majority of the 300-seat Assembly. Although Yoon’s party holds a slim buffer with 108 legislators, the president’s coup attempt is likely to be enough to peel off at least eight lawmakers, since 18 of them already voted to end martial law.

Yoon may choose to resign rather than to face the ignominy—though he might still be prosecuted. South Korea has an illustrious history of prosecuting and jailing its former presidents, including two out of the past three presidents, Lee Myung-bak and Park Geun-hye, both conservatives.

However it ends, Yoon’s presidency will serve as a reminder of the resilience of South Korean democracy. South Korea’s first martial law situation in more than four decades ended in approximately six hours, based on a parliamentary vote, with no casualties and not a single shot fired. One errant bullet could have changed the course of history, but the overwhelming weight of democratic norms, physically manifest in a protesting public and the parliamentarians calmly voting in the face of ongoing assault, stayed the hands of the soldiers.

On the other hand, it is another embarrassment for South Korean conservatives, who miraculously came back from the impeachment of their last president, Park, in 2017 to recapture the presidency in a narrow win in 2022 based mostly on grievances about high housing costs. This latest episode will do little to help right-wing leaders shed their reputation as the descendants of military dictators with a streak of authoritarianism that could flare up at the first sign of trouble. The so-called reasonable conservatives, the smaller cadre of right-leaning moderates who think vainly that they can work within the system to change it, will once again have to impeach their own president.

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elizakai · 2 years ago

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More CrossDust soul sharing

(I’m not sorry :) also in framing this with the shipping potential but this could be completely non romantic btw)

Continuing to play along with the Post Underverse Varient scenario (Dust being classic post underverse, and Cross and Dust still sharing a SOUL)

⬇️✨BELOW THE CUT ✨⬇️

Cross probably either sees, hears, or senses Phantom Papyrus :)

Is Papyrus really a ghost. No.

Is he a figment of Dust’s mind? Yes.

Are souls considered the heart mind and center of a monster? Yes. Therefore I think Cross would be in for quite the shock, and actually possibly perceive ( not necessarily see) the phantom around Dust at times, since they are sharing a physical SOUL

In reverse, since this is a variant scenario and Cross wouldn’t have been split from Chara, acknowledging X!Chara we could argue that Dust can also, to whatever extent, perceive and/or hear X!Chara

Especially since Cross and Chara would both technically be living off of what is (or was) Dust’s SOUL…

Also! Since Cross is still connected with X!Chara, he still has access to HAX.

We’ve seen Cross/Chara basically overwrite injuries that Cross takes, a self healing ability essentially.

They are SOUL sharing with Dust, could they apply that ability to him? If he can apply the self “healing” to himself, he theoretically could to someone he’s linked to.

(although I could imagine dust finding it uncomfortable as he’s seen things “reset” just a FEW too many times to be keen on it. I also Image the ability would be more limited as Dust’s overall makeup is different)

It would be interesting if they could share HAX with Dust as well.

Depending on what SOUL headcanons are being used it opens a lot of ideas.

I assume the portion of SOUL Cross took would accommodate to his own magic/make up over time.

Could Cross/(Chara?) then share those abilities with Dust through the SOUL link? They could provide attacks, HAX, healing, weapons or possibly even portals through the SOUL link if they were to be in sync.

What they could or couldn’t use would depend heavily on how in sync they are, and what level of communication they have.

(After all they aren’t telepathic, so they may have to be in the same general area…Unless Chara can connect and communicate with Dust through the SOUL, then that gives them a large advantage)

(Also for the record Dust would probably not like Chara much.💀 He’s smart though, he’d recognize the difference between a Chara and the player/anomaly he faced. Maybe he’d grow on him, he’s used to nagging voices lmao. Besides, Chara is probably lonely…)

Unless Dust can directly communicate with Chara through the soul and be like “yo help me out”, when it comes to HAX it would need to be initiated by Cross. (Meaning dust couldn’t access their hacking abilities by himself. I imagine in practice it would be like reaching for the weapon like a normal attack, as a sort of request, and Cross could feel the pull and can either provide it or not)

(here bbg, lemme just summon you a giant f@cking knife from across the battle field🫦be your abilities sugar daddy-)

Similarly, with practice or experimentation they probably could access a sort of shared magic pool. Dust has a deep well of magic to pull from, if Cross could Tap into that Dust could provide an extra boost in combat or dire situations.

Unlike Dust being dependent on Cross for access to HAX, Cross could do this on command. (They both have Purple magic which is convenient) It can be assumed he’d only do this if it’s needed, as he’d be taking magic directly from Dust.

Lastly little scenario here, X!gaster can mess with Cross.

If they share a soul can X!gaster by extension fuck with Dust hypothetically…?

They are both (sigh and Chara) very determined individuals, for better or worse that’s a punchy combo X) all done with ideas for now-

(crawls back into the sea of blankets mischievously)

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darker-than-depths · 4 months ago

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Greetings Doctor.

May I interest you in a hypothetical?

If you could go back, to any point in your life, and change one thing, what would you do?

AN INTERESTING HYPOTHETICAL.

THERE IS MUCH TO BE SAID

OF THE PAST

AND OF ALTERING FUTURES

CREATED FROM A SINGLE POINT.

IT IS iMPOSSIBLE TO KNOW

WHAT MIGHT BE CAUSED

BY EVEN

THE SLIGHTEST SHIFT.

IF I WERE

TO HAVE DONE DIFFERENTLY THE

FAR ENOUGH IN THE PAST,

THERE WOULD BE

A LACK OF CERTAINTY

THAT I WOULD STILL

SECURE MY ROLE

AS ROYAL SCIENTIST.

PERHAPS

ANY SMALL ALTERATION

WOULD HAVE LED ME OFF COURSE.

. . .

THAT SAID,

I DO NOT

TRULY THINK

I COULD RESIT TEMPTATION

OF THE POSSIBILITY FOR CHANGE.

I SUPPOSE

I HAVE ALREADY PRIVEN SUCH.

EXCLUDING

THE OBVIOUS,

THE ONE THING

I MIGHT

DO DIFFERENTLY,

IS AVOID

RUSH.

TOO OFTEN IT SEEMED I MAY BE

RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

. . . IN SOME SENSE,

I WAS

CORRECT

TO ASSUME SUCH.

BUT,

REGARDLESS,

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN

WISE

EVEN FOR A MOMENT

TO SLOW DOWN.

AFTER ALL,

RUSHED PROJECTS

DO NOT MEET

FULL

POTENTIAL.

THANK YOU

FOR THIS

THEORETICAL.

IT HAS GIVEN ME

MUCH

TO CONSIDER.

#undertale #deltarune #wd gaster #utdr #deltarune ask blog #undertale ask blog #gaster #answered

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quirkwizard · 6 months ago

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What do you think about the possibility of overhaul mimicking all for one’s ability to transfer quirks? We know he can fuse himself with others and use their quirks temporarily, he’s done some research on his own by extracting the quirk factor of rewind with the eraser bullets, and garaki proves that it is possible to not only physically remove, store, and transfer quirks into new bodies. So hypothetically, if given the proper information, chisaki could use overhaul to dismantle a person to separate them from their quirk and fuse it to himself or others, and in order to handle the stress his quirk could be used to graft on extra organs or enhance their body to compensate. It wouldn’t be as effective compared to the original considering its outside its normal function and it’s assuming a lot of hypotheticals but overhaul theoretically could do it, I could see him having a few vials of quirk factors on hand to temporarily boost himself or his allies.

I mean, what Kai does with the bullets seems like a pretty far cry to what Garaki does in terms of scale and skill. Heck, I don't think he'd get that far with it without explicit help and mentorship from Garaki, but that's besides the point.

I doubt he could do that. For all of Kai's power, "Overhaul" still has some limits on how far it can modify people. "Overhaul" cannot reach that far down in scale to extract someone's Quirk in the first place. It's why Kai had to use so much of Eri's blood as a sample to work on and make the bullet. And I don't think it'd be as simple as slapping body parts together. Because without the Quirk Factor in people's DNA, it wouldn't function. He basically needs Shin's body in order to facilitate and support the Quirk in the first place, just not in the same shape. It's why when he fuses with Shin, it's a horrific abomination of two people rather than a seamless fusion. And something like that only works to a certain degree as it's giving Kai access to their Quirk and that's it. We don't know if it'd even work on other people. Now, a much better scenario would be Kai combing people together with animals, objects, and other technology to improve their fighting capabilities and Quirks. Now that sounds like a fun idea. Because that's something he has been shown down with the Reservoir Dogs and their car. Only instead of making a horrific example of them, he'd be combining his with whatever to augment their bodies, such as by fusing them with support equipment in order to help them use their Quirk.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Kai Chisaki #Overhaul #Kyudai Garaki #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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spicybylerpolls · 1 year ago

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In response to that anon about how sex couldn't possibly have always been heavily tied to and the natural narrative arc the Duffers had in mind for Mike and Will -

Well, for one (and correct me if I'm wrong), if the pandemic hadn't happened, they would've filmed S4 throughout 2020 and likely wrapped post-production sometime in spring/summer of 2021 (possibly later). This means we would've got a late summer or fall of 2021 S4 rather than summer of 2022.

This also means filming for S5 would have likely started in Spring of 2022, or even later if we consider the fact that S4 actually finished in July of 2022 and production PRIOR to the WGA strike was supposed to start in Spring of 2023 (IIRC) That's nearly a year gap. Not only that but if you go onto the wikipedia page for S5, you'll see that because of the pandemic the Duffers were able to completely outline and rework S5. So if the pandemic didn't happen, they would also have to do an outline as well as actually write S5 post S4's drop in the late summer/fall of 2021 (in this magical, theoretical timeline).

Honestly, with this in mind, I wouldn't see filming for S5 commencing until mid 2022, possibly even the early fall.

So basically the theoretical timeline without COVID and the WGA strike would be:

2020: Film S4

End of 2020 - Mid/Late 2021: Post production

Late 2021: S4 Drops

Summer/Early Fall 2022: S5 Filming begins

This would put Noah's age at 17, almost 18 and Finn at 19 almost 20. And presumably the hypothetical sex scene wouldn't happen until the later episodes so by then Noah would be 18 and Finn would be a full 20 years old, and likely almost 21.

Like, say the scene happens in Episode 7. This would be the very tail end of production, as we know they pretty much film in blocks. This would be June of 2023 or around there... Noah nearly 19 and Finn 6ish months away from being able to legally drink anywhere in the world. Lol.

Also, Finn literally has a scene in WYFSTW where his character masturbates, and he was just 18 when he portrayed that. Why are people so disgusted by the idea of him portraying something extremely similar to this but as Mike?! In my opinion this proves it's not just about the actors (and seeing them grow up) because I haven't seen anyone say it was weird for including that scene in that movie ...

BUT REGARDLESS, like spicybylerpolls said - there are a ton of examples, WELL RESPECTED examples at that, of underage actors portraying a storyline involving sex. I mean, look no further than Degrassi. Almost all of the actors are cast as teens (sometimes pre-teens) and almost all of the characters have a storyline to do with sex at some point, most of them when they're underage.

This is a perfect example because the point of these storylines are to educate teens on sex (the same thing Mike and Will's storyline would be doing for many queer kids btw) and also to represent their many, many confusing feelings about sex. And yes, all of the actual sex scenes in Degrassi are implied - which, although people have explained how an explicit scene would be important for Mike and Will's storyline, ultimately it's not absolutely necessary for them. (Although I don't think an implied sex scene in the same vein as Degrassi (or even Jancy) is going to work within the darker tone of S5 but I digress...)

Anyway, there's a ton more examples beyond just Degrassi [Skins is the first that pops to mind] but no I don't think it would be weird for a 17 year old to have a make out and then *implied* sex scene when it's already been done and accepted in the past with absolutely no issue (as long as the actors are comfortable of course).

But this isn't what's happening so who cares. And we have already heard the Duffers state that, although they have had a lot of it planned out, they do write for the actors too. I can even recall them saying how when they got back on set for either S3 or S4 they realized the kids ... weren't kids anymore and they were going to have to write to that.

So yeah, I think it's totally possibly the Duffers imagined that in the end, Mike and Will would overcome their shame about their sexuality by ... having sex together, however that looked on screen, since there are a myriad of ways to do this without showing sex at all.

#spicy byler #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #no poll

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worlds-worst-ships · 11 months ago

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After somewhat popular demand... here is an absolutely obscene fanfiction I wrote in 2021. This will either go down great, or horribly.

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

How exciting. My alarm clock, once again, is going off right next to my head. Using my genius level ingenuity, I put four alarm clocks on my bedside table, all of which have a different unique design to them, forcing me to wake up and sort through each one until I turn the offending alarm clock off. I have my boyfriend set them for me, and this time he seems to have gone with the clock that has Hannah Montana's face plastered all over it. How very empowering. While still dazed, I groggily picked it up and knuckleballed it against the wall, obliterating it into a thousand pieces, as a real man would.

"I'm sorry Hannah, but as empowering to me as you are, you've got nothing on Bo Peep from Toy Story."

"Babe, I swear to god, if you destroy another alarm clock, my wife's boyfriend is gonna kill me... he only gives me five dollars of allowance a month, I theoretically can't keep replacing your alarm clocks" said a softy, nasally voice from behind me.

Of course... how could I forget? My boyfriend Ben was asleep right next to me. I felt bad. I knew he was always replacing the countless alarm clocks that I destroyed, but eventually, Chad was going to catch on and send him to his room with no dinner and no Fortnite for a week. Such a cruel man... A cruel, chiseled, strong, gorgeous unit of a man. Chad, Ben's wife's boyfriend... God, I wish I could leave Ben for him, but Chad would absolutely pop my skull like a grape between his mighty pectorals. I am not worthy. Thus, I turned to Ben and asked:

"Today is the day. Are you ready?"

"Yeah.. yeah, I am" he replied, a confident look sweeping over his face.

"Whats the name of the place you're getting it done again?" I asked

"Uhhh... Claire's, I think? I mean, I saw on a conservative Facebook page that thats where people usually go to get the surgery. The guy had a MAGA hat and a beer in his profile picture, and he works at a junk yard, so he must know what he's talking about" said Ben, climbing out of bed and putting on his spray-on jeans. "Hurry up and get dressed, we have to leave in an hour."

Yeah... today was the day that Ben would get his top surgery. I was so proud of him for getting one step closer to completing his transition. I know that Chad would just flick him in the chest, break all of his ribs instantly, and tell him to get back to raising his Chad-babies while he ate metal and drank beer, but I was going to support him all the way through. In the least gay way possible... I love him. Chad, not Ben. I actually hate Ben. He's so annoying, never just saying what he thinks, always saying "hypothetically" and dumb shit like that before everything. What an annoying little prick. If I didn't get views from his fans, I'd dump him straight away and stop agreeing with everything he says.

"Alright, alright" I said, flicking through my side of the closet, looking for the best possible outfit to suit the situation. Hmmm... the closet.... it looks very comfy in there. I'd love to climb in and stay there forever to hide from my support group, but that would be the easy way out. So, after a minute or so, I chose the cutest floral blouse, some jean shorts that really hugged my glutes, some platform boots and a floppy brimmed straw hat adorned with fake flowers. I thought about using real flowers, but thats way too girly, which is offensive to my masculinity.

After a breakfast of lucky charms, raw eggs and a whole turnip, Ben called us an Uber and we got ready to set off for Claire's.

"Steven... I'm scared." Said Ben, tightly squeezing my hand.

"Hey, hey, hey... whats the worst that could happen?" I said, forcing a confident smile. "It'll be fine! I'm here with you!"

"You just ate a whole raw turnip five minutes ago Steven, I, in theory, highly doubt I can rely on you in the worst case theoretical scenario" said Ben in a snarky tone.

I nearly picked Ben up and Rikishi'd him through the front porch for that little comment, but then I remembered who the top was in this relationship... Chad. I'd be in big, big trouble if Ben came home with a porch wrapped around his neck. Either way, the Uber, who was interestingly named Guiseppe, arrived to pick us up.

"MAMA MIA!!! Look at the glutes on that thing!! My Grandma has made PIZZA DOUGH thats not as thick as that!!!" Guiseppe yelled, slapping his thigh and starting a small fire in the front seat, gesturing to me and saying "Come bay-bee, put it out for me"

I was extremely confused. Guiseppe was an extremely... "forward" man. I certainly didn't want to put a fire out with my dump truck of a batty crease, but at the same time, I desperately wanted to go off on him for harassing me and go on a tangent about how men deserve better than to be treated like this by Italian taxi drivers every day. But then I realised that I'm full of shit, and that I know I'm not actually a victim because this has never actually happened to me, and I climbed in the trunk instead with Ben tightly squeezed under my armpit. Then we felt the car start moving.

"Steven... Why are we in the trunk?" asked Ben.

"Well, thats because it's pointless trying to make myself a victim since I'm really not that bothered by it and we're not on camera anyways, and if the fire burns my booty, how will I ever please Chad?" I replied

"How will you... what?" Ben inquired in a serious tone

"Oh, uh, nothing, babe" I said, blushing as the thought of Chad running a rocket on my hips and confining me to a wheelchair forever.

"Oh, fair enough." said Ben, letting out one of the loudest burps I've ever heard in my life. Then something hit me.

Do I smell... turnips? Has that little pixie shit been eating my turnips?!

In a rage, I flung open the trunk, grabbed Ben by the head, and yelled an order at Guiseppe.

"DO SOME DONUTS!! DO SOME DONUTS!!"

And Guiseppe did so. As we spun around, I shoved Ben's face into the road below, grinding his entire upper body down to nothing. It looked like someone smeared tomato puree all over the concrete. Ben was reduced to an ass and a pair of legs. Sorta like this.

"Hows that for top surgery, you turnip-stealing fuck?" I yelled at Ben's now burnt behind, spitting into what remained of his spinal cord.

Then, as if on cue, Ben's remains bubbled and expanded, and he reformed into his original shape, and looked me in the eyes as if he'd just woken up.

"What happened?" he asked.

"What the-"

I was amazed. I'd just turned Ben into pizza sauce and he just grew back like a zit during high school.

"I think my brain got destroyed, so I lost some of my memory. What happened?" He asked, scratching his new head. "Oh I should mention, I have Resident Evil powers, since this is an ideal world, and the creator wanted to add in a hilarious moment where you turned the freeway into a bloody pizza by grinding someone down to nothing. Is that what happened?"

Regaining my senses, I said "No, I just farted and you passed out from it. See? you can smell the turnips."

"Oh, ok, cool." said Ben, nestling back into my armpit. "do you think you have regenerative powers too? You should get top surgery right after me and find out. Although I heard they're a one-time thing, so be careful."

Unwilling to find out, I stayed silent for the remainder of the journey until we felt the car come to a violent halt. Turns out Guiseppe decided to drive his car through the doors to the mall, and park right outside Claire's.

"Finally!" we both said in unison, stepping out of the trunk.

"You know, if you want to pay me, you could always let me get a lick of that dough ball behind, big boy" said Guiseppe.

"No, I think I'm just going to leave and never talk to you again" I said, flipping Guiseppe off like a bad boy. I should really film a 'why do good girls like bad guys' TikTok after that one.

In the chaos of the crash, it would seem that all but one of a group of protestors were reduced to paste under the car. The one remaining, a soccer mom looking woman with a scowl on her face, stood up, dusted herself off, and looked at us in disgust.

"You'd better not be going in there" she hissed, pointing at Claire's. "you know they operate on kids in there, right? You know they mutilate kids? You know they manipulate young girls into getting their bodies ruined forever??"

I walked over to the door, gestured to a 'no kids allowed' sign and said "Bitch, please. Show me some proof".

"Whatever. I'm still right. Have a nice day. I'm nice really, even though I'm not. Trust me." she said, rolling her eyes and turning away with no proof to give. "You guys are just... I dunno, sexist or something, I really don't feel like putting actual effort into finding an appropriate buzz word to call you."

Then what she did next will haunt me for the rest of my days.

She knelt down and... picked up her picket sign. But... how?!

She's a woman... how could she be so strong?? That power... in a woman's body... anything heavier than a cooking pot should be impossible!!!

"Who... who are you?? Who the heck are you???" I yelled

"Arielle. Ally to trans people, and supporter of having their healthcare rights taken, supporter of groups that hate them, and supporter of authors who write uninformed bullshit books on them, as well as long-time transphobe. I love trans people! I just show no respect for them and block people who call me out unless they have followers. I'm so nice! Wanna try my apple crumble? Don't worry, saying I support them immediately erases anything bad I've said or done to them. Jeez, isn't the existence of Bon Ninary people so sexist? I'm only saying that because I feel personally attacked that female-bodied people anywhere are becoming trans rather than dating me, because I'm entitled to that, but yknow. Hmmm, I wonder why so many people hate me... Oh well. I'm a genius. I'm gonna go cry into a frozen microwave meal for one now."

While I wasn't surprised that a woman had just said something stupid and oxymoronic, being as I love looking down on them, I was surprised at her insane power. I... I had to fight her.

But then I remembered that I'm not on camera, realised I don't actually think like that, and walked into Claire's. Jeez, I really need to grow up.

The room we were in was... strange. There were way too many cameras. I mean, of course everywhere has cameras, but this many? There were even some on the floor aiming upwards... lucky I didn't wear my favourite skirt! That would be extremely gay and stupid and probably lower my strength stat by a few hundred points.

We walked past the ear piercing section, and straight through the black curtain at the back to the surgical department.

Ben's hand clasped mine even tighter, as if to say "daddy, I'm scared". But I know he wouldn't be stupid enough to show me any fear, unless he wants to be evaporated into nothing but an ass and some legs again. Stupid boy. Be a real man. Pathetic.

Once we entered the lobby, things just got stranger. There were even more cameras, and the windows almost seemed... fake. Nonetheless, we approached the front desk where a rather snooty looking young man was sitting watching a lacrosse game on his phone. I almost wanted to tell him to stop pouting and flexing, but I felt like he was on the cusp of a meltdown if I offered him any sort of criticism. We stood there awkwardly for a moment in the silence of the lobby, where only the three of us and a man hidden behind a newspaper were sat, until Ben broke the silence.

"Um... excuse me?" he stammered

"Holy shit, you're fat and ugly" said the receptionist, looking up from his phone. "Why do you look like your wife has a boyfriend who treats you like a son? You look so stupid. Jeez. Probably a trender."

Blown away from his rudeness, I grabbed him by the collar and stood up, dangling him like a saveloy on a fishing hook. I looked him dead in the eyes, and spoke from the heart.

"Listen here you antagonistic little cretin, if you ever talk to my boyfriend like that again, I'm going to fold you into a paper cup and drink from you on my podcast where I talk about things I don't understand, got it, you soggy onion boy?"

Seeing that I wasn't a 13 year old non binary kid on TikTok, or someone with half the testosterone he has, he backed down with nothing to say like a rat retreating into a hole. That was... way easier than I thought. Looking at his name tag as I dropped him into the waste paper basket by his desk, I saw his name was Kalvin.

"So, uh... I have an appointment" said Ben.

Kalvin pressed three buttons on his keyboard, and then reached under his desk and dumped what looked like a crate of milk bottles in front of us.

"Um... what?" I said, puzzled.

"There you go" Kalvin said, his eyes flicking back and forth from the security camera above his desk.

"Explain, you wet flannel" I demanded

"Oh, do you want me to actually organise a boxing match with you that I will totally train for and turn up to?" he spat back at me.

"Listen, Mr Inferiority Complex, I'm not a tween non binary TikTok user with no fight experience and less than a third of your testosterone, you're not gonna lay a finger on me you fucking pathetic clown cunt, even if there was someone who would actually take you seriously enough to organise a fight sports event for a sack of shit like you, you wouldn't even train properly for it you baton-wielding prick, so stick to your little games of lacrosse where you get ten times the protective gear you do in boxing anyways and explain why you've just put this in front of me before I fucking wrap the front door around your skull, alright you soft little sugarplum fairy wannabe tough guy dickhead?" I said, while menacingly flexing my muscles under my floral blouse.

"Its testosterone" said Kalvin, on the verge of tears after being stood up to by someone his own size.

While I was baffled that anyone actually found a sensitive little softie like me intimidating, now I was even more confused.

"But I didn't come here for testosterone, I came here for top surgery" said Ben.

Kalvin leaned in, beckoned us closer, and whispered to us:

"Listen... I know this makes no sense. Literally no clinic anywhere gives out cross-sex hormones this fast. But thats not what *they* believe, and if *they* see me making realistic choices when dealing with trans clients, they'll stab me" he whispered in a shaky voice.

"You are beyond useless. Why are you even doing this?" Said Ben.

"Look, I get it, I'm trans too, I know I'm full of shit. But what matters is that *they* think I'm normal." he replied.

"Who's 'they'?" I asked

But before I could press him further, Kalvin backed off and said loudly "Anyways... since you're a girl, we can't give you the surgery. You girl. Stupid, weak, pathetic girl who listens to people on the internet. But we're libtards, so we're gonna give you the surgery anyways, because we like blending children!" he obnoxiously yelled, winking at the nearest camera.

"Oh, Kalvin..." said a nearby voice in an Italian accent. "You know there are laws preventing people from getting hormones within 24 hours. You know that nobody is stealing your resources. And you know that gender expression and gender identity are different things. I thought law students were supposed to be smart."

We all turned around to see the man with the newspaper stand up, only to realize it was...Guiseppe?

Mama mia! What a plot twist!

"G-Guiseppe??" Kalvin gasped. "But... I thought you were dead!"

"Oh Kalvin, sending a few angsty teens over to spam in my comments may be enough to defeat a child, but I'm Guiseppe. I'm not even supposed to be here."

Then he turned around and left, after slapping Kalvin with his newspaper and starting small fires in each and every chair in the room.

"Arriverderci, bitch" Said Guiseppe, flipping us all off and walking straight through the glass door, leaving a trail of blood down the street as he tossed bricks of cheese at the police officers chasing him.

After that weird little episode, Kalvin ushered us down a corridor and into another room where a nurse put Ben into a hospital gown, which offended me because I wanted her to touch me instead, and then told us to wait.

Then the doctor came in. And hooooooly smokes... Chad who??

"Hello there, I'm perfectly normal doctor Blaire and I believe I'm performing a top surgery later today? " She said in a voice that turned my legs to jelly.

There was something about this woman... something that just made me obsessed with her. Something that just made me want to grab her and stuff her in my tighty-whities. I just couldn't get over how hot I found her.

"Uh, yes, thats right, on me." Said Ben.

"Nervous? You fucking should be, you she-girl" responded the doctor

She just misgendered my boyfriend right in front of me, but I didn't care. I was pitching a tent like my shorts were a homeless colony just from looking at her. But... why? She looks like literally every popular girl that struggled to stay popular after graduation. Like, I could scrape a carbon copy of her off the streets of LA. Why do I find her so attractive??

"But yeah, anyways, don't worry, I totally care about you, you're gonna be fine. I'm trans too, so I definitely understand the struggle." she said with a definitely not fake smile.

Then it hit me. Trans. That was it. Thats why I was feeling such a desperate urge to squeeze one out then and there right in front of her. All over her definitely not disingenuous face.

She walked out of the room, and I finally took a breath. Then, ten or so minutes later, the nurse came back wheeled Ben into the operating theater.

The walls were very clearly made of cardboard, and the doctor's desk was shoddily thrown together. Thats when I noticed... there was a picture with her and a man on the desk.

"Hey, I know him!" I said. "Isn't he a member of the KKK? You seem pretty cosy with him. I mean, nothing he does really effects me, so in order to appeal to people in the same boat, I can't say anything about him, but thats a very nice picture!"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said doctor Blaire, adjusting one of the sixteen security cameras in the room. Seriously, what is with those cameras?

"Now, Ben..." she said, walking over to Ben, who was looking like a stupid little fucking sardine in his hospital gown. "Do you want the regular top surgery, or the really good conservative top surgery?"

"Conservative...top...surgery?" said Ben, raising his shitty eyebrows. Bitch needs some work done, fr fr.

"Oh, yes. Its really really good. I promise. Its just as good as the regular one."

She seemed to be shaking and stammering, so I spoke up.

"Okay, this is weird. Like, seriously weird. Why are there so many cameras? Why is your office made of cardboard?"

"Ah-ah!" She said, moving closer to us. Then from under her doctor coat, she pulled out... a gun?!?

"You want the conservative top surgery, riiiight?" she said, doing that stupid fucking fake smirk she does. But make no mistake, I'm a chaser, I give zero fucks.

"Y...yes!" squealed Ben.

"Thats right. At least I can tell who the top is here." she said, gleefully.

"Its me" said Ben

"Oh, right, yeah, sure" said Blaire.

Thats when I noticed... the poster on her wall that I previously thought said 'live, laugh, love' actually said 'If he ain't aryan, I ain't marryin''. And in the desk drawer... was that... a confederate flag?? And a badge that says "I'm latina and proud"??? This bitch is CRAAAZY!!

Before I could call her out, she grabbed both me and Ben, pulled us close, and spoke as if she was terrified of something.

"Listen... I'm here to sell you out. Yeah. I'm trans. But thats some scary shit. I need to get as cosy as possible with the far right so that when they kill trans people, at lease I MIGHT survive. Yeah, I'm a sellout, yeah, I'm a coward, and yeah they will most likely hurt me anyways, but I don't care. I'll be their token invite. I'll lick their boots. They taste great. I love it. The attention feels great. I've lied, cheated and betrayed my people to save myself, but so what? Terfs are very supportive when you're on their good side. So sit there like a good little twink and fucking enjoy the surgery."

Quick as a flash, she glided over to a nearby cupboard and pulled out... a lawnmower??

"ALRIGHT! THIS IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL SCHEDULED TOP SURGERY THAT WE DEFINITELY DO TO CHILDREN! LOOK!"

And then the machine descended onto Ben's chest.

"IN THEORYYYYYYYYYYY-" Ben screamed, as he was blended like a milkshake in a diner. After a few seconds, the surgery was over. all that was left of Ben was a perfectly presented bowl of spaghetti bolognese.

"Wow, for once in his life, he actually looks kinda delicious..." I muttered

"YOU SEE? THIS IS WHAT THEY DO TO CHILDREN! YOU WERE RIGHT!! LOOK!! I'M NORMAL!!! I'M ON YOUR SIDE!! THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE THESE PEOPLE IS TO TAKE AWAY THEIR HEALTHCARE RIGHTS!!!" screamed Blaire, into one of the cameras.

Thats when it happened.

The walls... they collapsed. Revealing a huge audience of thousands and thousands of people. All of them, screaming like animals. MAGA hats, confederate flags, and inbreeding as far as the eye could see. There was so much stupidity in front of me that I forgot my own name. Sven? Sven Coward? Sven Chaser? Ah fuck it, who cares, I'm just a hilarious embodiment of a venomous content genre anyways. My boyfriend is a dinner. I'm surrounded by idiots. Life is good.

"Do you see? I'm just like you! Please don't hurt me! I'm one of the normal ones! Please, use me as your scapegoat!" the doctor continued to screech.

But her cries were in vain. The mob of zombies were upon her in seconds, devouring her while ensuring to use proper cutlery, because they might be transphobic, but at least they use a knife and fork.

And that was it. That was what happened. What the hell was that?

#fanfic #shipping #rarepair #crackship #shitpost #fanfiction #fanfic writing #gimmick blog #gimmick account #transgender #crack fic #crack post #lol

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sanktpolypenbourg · 11 months ago

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In many ways mammals are real dorks.

See that post I just reblogged about sauropods - a hypothetical sauropod zoologist would laugh her tail off when studying mammals the size of elephants.

Because elephants, especially in their legs, have similar adaptations to sauropods. But elephants are TINY.

There were dinosaurs much larger than elephants who still had bendy chicken legs and could jump and shit.

But mammals, because of things like their bone structure, just have to go all in with the "super size" adaptations at a much lower level.

Imagine looking at something no bigger than a chicken and finding it needs pillar-like legs and moves around huffing and puffing because otherwise it would collapse because it is just that ill-suited for size.

Of course that also makes me a bit melancholic about the diversity of possibilities we lost with the dinosaur age. It's a bit like if vertebrates died out and the only remaining larger fauna were insects and other arthropods who can never get any bigger than a coconut crab.

I mean theoretically, avian dinosaurs could give super dinosaur size another shot, but their anatomy has become so specialized it severely limits their options too.

Also from a spec evo angle, it is worth pointing out that real mega dinosaurs only emerged after stable periods of dozens of millions of years. The "age of mammals" so far hasn't gone on for nearly as long as the cretaceous, let along the mesozoic. So, theoretically, if we give it a couple of dozen million years more, maybe something could still be done in the kaiju department.

But then again, who the fuck knows what sort of world the human age leaves us with

#megafauna #dinosaurs #kaiju #sauropods

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depizan · 10 months ago

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I'm also not sure why I periodically watch YouTube about fiction (other than OSP. OSP is great). I generally go away with the impression that either I am very weird or other people are very weird.

It is a good reminder of why I write fanfic and will never return to the world of trying to get published. What I like and what You Are Supposed To Write are so far removed that they're frequently opposites.

In this case, the dude I was watching was talking about creating tension in a scene and audience engagement and absolutely everything he suggested was something that would turn me off/make me less engaged/make me put down the book.

I'm trying to figure out how to even describe it without giving away the YouTube video.... Eh, I guess it doesn't matter. If someone's seen it and recognizes it from my description there's no real harm.

So the guy talks about how there's this equation he's been working on for conflict and audience engagement--which isn't a bad idea, nor are the parts he includes like "character connection" and "chance of success" and such.

But then he applies it to a hypothetical scenes and everything that's supposed to be making this better is just eugh. He suggests a scene in a prison where there are people going to be executed, but the character the scene is about is, instead of being afraid, is all snarky and bantering with the guards.

Ah, I think, a generic protagonist. Oh joy.

And, he continues, then we find out that this character is there to free another prisoner and was captured on purpose in order to get to the prisoner.

Good thing we haven't seen that fifty zillion times.

Finally, he suggests that the prison being on a boat and guarded by monsters who can fly and swim far faster than humans.

Yeah, I'm putting this theoretical book back on the shelf.

NONE OF THAT IS ENGAGING.

It is the opposite of engaging. It is like fifty million books I've read the first couple pages of and put back on the library shelf. Could it be good. Could an author do something with it that wouldn't make me roll my eyes and drop the book? Yes. Of course that's possible.

But engagement isn't that simple. You can't write something that will engage everyone. And there isn't one audience for every book/movie/TV show out there.

Here's my version of the guy's theoretical scene. You have a character in a prison. Drop the execution thing, that's already making the stakes too high to have value. Instead, we let the audience know right away that the character is there for a reason. They weren't just arrested for a crime, they committed a crime to be tossed in there.

We have a hook for engagement. Something is afoot. Will that draw everyone in? No, nothing will do that. Do I think it will draw in more people than Generic Protagonist will? I'd like to say yes, but judging from what gets published, possibly not.

For my engagement, the character doubting their plan now that they're in it is going to work better. Is that just a different kind of Generic Protagonist. Perhaps. But at least it's not one that makes me sprain my eyeballs because I rolled them so hard.

Forget making the prison ridiculous. Stick to character stuff. They make contact with the person they're in to rescue. And the person doesn't want to escape. They have a different plan. Or too much faith in the system. Or some other reason to remain in the prison.

Now we have an actually interesting conflict and a situation that could end either with the character having to break out alone and do something else to help the character in prison or with them talking the person their trying to rescue into going along with the plan.

And that is a book I would continue reading.

Even if that's also been done fifty zillion times. But at least it could have personality! And character interactions!

But I'm not a published fantasy author with writing workshops, so what do I know.

Edit: I should've finished the video. Apparently his (boring) hypothetical is actually how he starts one of his published books. Oops, sorry, dude. I guess I won't be reading anything you write.

#Mac vs fiction #Mac vs random fantasy author on YouTube

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evolvegloriously · 1 month ago

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Sorry to bother you Viktor, I was just wondering- have you ever tried to apply any use of hextech with medicine?

Hello.

Do not apologize for bothering me with a work related question, that is the very point of this blog, despite that seemingly being missed by some.

The short answer to your query is no, not officially, at least. Our current Hextech projects are majorly dictated by our sponsors, and as such are lending themselves more to economical advancements and general refinement of the technology itself to increase its stability in high-stress environments.

The less concise answer is that, in a theoretical sense, yes.

Despite our current circumstances, our primary goal with Hextech is to improve lives. Ideally, this would mean one day placing Hextech into the hands of the people, which could potentially incorporate medicinal pathways. For legal reasons, everything I am about to speak on is entirely hypothetical.

The most achievable advance in the medical field I can currently see Hextech being incorporated into is prosthetics. Once we successfully create less volatile gemstones, they will be able to serve as 'power-sources' of sorts, and the arcane properties could allow for the prosthetic limbs to better replicate organic movement, or even create links with neurological pathways.

Additionally, it is certainly within reasonable possibility to create enhanced medical machinery and tools, as we have already been making headway into collaborations with industries such as mining. But, again, that relies fully on ensuring the crystals remain stable above all else. It would be rather inconvenient to have a machine explode in the process of an MRI.

While we haven't done an extensive amount of testing on Hextech's interactions with organic matter quite yet, I could see, by extension, potential applications of its regenerative properties in accelerating cell regrowth and tissue repair for certain injuries. We have found success in Hextech's aptitude in replicating/regenerating inorganic cell matter, so after further experimentation, it could certainly be on the horizon.

But, as always, progress in these areas is not exactly the main concern of certain people that we, begrudgingly, must abide by. Personally, it is this kind of work I'd rather put our full time into. However, as Jayce insists on reminding me, funding is a necessity.

One day, though.

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fate-motif · 2 months ago

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I say this as someone with a genetic disorder that has literally altered who i am (congenital adrenal hyperplasia , also an intersex condition to complicate things further) who is anti-crispr for gene editing in most cases as a result.

You’re 100% right that snw writers not realising that crispr ect are a thing is tone deaf.

That being said, they really need to stop equating it with eugenics because what gene rodenberry conceptualised as eugenics is about as much eugenics as vaccines are. Gene editing is its own problem, but it’s not eugenics (eugenics would be saying people had to be conceived told fashioned way and telling the little girl with sickle cell they cured that she should’t have been)

hi! i think you and i are on the same page aa to how a technology that manipulates the genome does not strictly equal eugenics. idk if you saw the version of my post that talks about there's interesting and positive avenues of discussion to be had regarding genome editing technology where i note that it seems enterprise era star trek bans even gene therapy for therapeutic purposes which i think is fucked. and by tng era it is a position seems to have been corrected, thank goodness. chakotay and b'elanna were offered treatment for possible conditions they/their kid in b'elanna's case could develop.

but i do want to say that the eugenics movement is kind of multifaceted. the reason what gene rodenberry envisioned as eugenics did not including gene editing was because it didn't exist yet (though when kirk and spock talk about khan, they mention some additional technological involvement). instead, they talk about selective breeding, just one technique discussed for the movement, along with the "culling" and sterilization of the "unfit". selective breeding is also what got us corn. that doesn't mean the technique can't be used for sinister purposes.

(for context: i'm a bachelor's in bio and i am in grad school for a scicomm degree)

at this moment crispr/cas9 has mostly been used for completely uncontroversial therapeutic interventions that should be allowed because that's away from the legal gray area and i welcome it. but it doesn't mean it couldn't be used for more controversial and straight up unethical interventions, and it has at least once. it can, in fact, theoretically, be used to modify the human germline, which would amount to doing high speed selective breeding. and finally, in a more hypothetical case like julian bashir which we can't really say is a possibility, i know it may seem cruel to equate what was done to him with either killing or sterilizing a disabled child, but just removing the existence of intellectually disabled people around us...is that not part of the endgame of a eugenicist future?

i know it sounds anti-scientific to bring up the negatives when the positives are real and can't be overstated, but the trouble with kicking the negatives under the bed is that then there is no regulation. and that becomes a huge problem. or even worse, people are not educated about the real physical or hypothetical limits of genetic engineering technologies, they imagine the worst and start putting up bans the way george bush jr. just up and put a ban on all research involving stem cells which led to a brain drain and unethical research in other unregulated countries.

i also kind of want to say that i wish this were the kinds of discussions snw could be having. i mean, the shift from "archer's father has to die of a degenerative disease no questions" to "yeah chakotay gets to mute the expression of a gene that would lead to him developing a degenerative disease" had to happen somehow. then we could talk about a genuine hysteria surrounding these technologies that there may be in the federation due to the eugenics wars, maybe parallel it with our societal uncertainty about how implementing these techniques will pan out in the long term. and then reach the consensus, "what does eugenics really mean? because i don't think it means helping people whose lives are in serious pain and danger. if their troubles can't be fixed with accommodation and kindness, we need to help people live their best lives".

i wish that was what snw were doing, but unfortunately, as we realized with the gorn plotline or their understanding of vulcans, that's not what they're doing. they're deeply incurious about what forms societies and species, they ignore the messages and themes of previous shows and treat the details like set dressing they can riff on to make a disturbing facsimile of star trek. man, it's so depressing they cancelled discovery, prodigy and lower decks for this.

#star trek #snw #fandom

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