#conditioning hypothesis

[aronarchy]

for the sake of my sanity I shall choose to believe these posts are satire.

[moonys-library]

fuck it, I'm ordering some books

[zoology]

this post is not about “antis” or “paraphilia,” a concept that is antithetical to healing from OCD and all forms of intrusive thoughts. you are not your intrusive thoughts and thoughts aren’t actions but publicly posting your fantasies about doing harm to others IS an action and legitimizing your intrusive thoughts & urges as “real” and a core part of your identity is bizarre and reflects extremely poorly on what you actually believe and desire. paraphilia as a medical condition or mental illness is a hypothesis born from sex-negativity, homophobia, and transphobia & self-identifying as a paraphile on tumblr is a dogwhistle for wanting to commit actual harm — nobody with a mummification or scat fetish is identifying themselves as a paraphile and you know it, “pro-para” activism centers solely on normalizing sexual abuse.

if you’re going to come onto my post and argue with me about how i have OCD but still have “paraphiles dni” in my bio you are either extremely misinformed or deliberately obfuscating the truth of what this dogwhistle means. if you have thoughts about hurting people or animals, you are not a rapist or an abuser just for having those thoughts. but if you make these thoughts a core part of your identity, if you tell others and yourself that they are real and reflective of what you feel and believe, then obviously i am going to think that they are real and reflective of what you feel and believe and i want nothing to do with you for the exact same reasons i want nothing to do with bigots: your BELIEFS (not thoughts, BELIEFS) guide your actions.

to anyone with sexual intrusive thoughts that they don’t like and find stressful or upsetting, GET OUT OF PARAPHILE SPACES. you are more than your intrusive thoughts. you don’t deserve to stew in misery and convince yourself that you can never move past these thoughts and that they define you. you CAN move on and live a stress-free life with acceptance and ERP therapy. the self-identified pedophiles and zoophiles you’re hanging out with are not interested in helping you heal, improve your self-esteem, or develop an identity outside of sexual intrusive thoughts.

people who base their entire identities around a supposed uncontrollable desire to commit rape and publicly post abusive sexual fantasies can’t have it both ways by calling what they otherwise describe as an unchangeable desire “just a thought” when called out. if you don’t want to hurt anyone, get away from people who unashamedly do and begin working to move past these intrusive thoughts regardless of if you’re diagnosed with OCD or not.

[jonnywaistcoat]

I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.

Some of my favourites include:

Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)

Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?

Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?

Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!

Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?

The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.

So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:

Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"

[cerealxperimentslain]

“a lot of people go to the doctor when they really don’t have to” i don’t actually care about the feelings of doctors, sorry! as someone in my 20s with several Medical Conditions there is nothing i hate more than “doctor who resents you for having the gall to think you might have a medical condition in your 20s” and that’s the majority of doctors i’ve seen.

one doctor even tried to argue that actually i was mistaken about my at the time only Medical Condition as a way to undermine me, because he was too lazy to do more than glance at my medical journal. then he gave me a lecture about how i should just do as im told and how i dont want to have a medical condition because people who have those take a lot of medicine every day, and also that even if i did have a medical condition there’s nothing they can do about it anyway. (then when i left he called me the equivalent in tone of something like “toots”, but that’s a different story) (for any swedish understanders it was “stumpan”)

now, when it comes to my health i am a stubborn shithead so i will just keep going to the doctor until i have a satisfactory explanation, but many people don’t have the time or energy or (especially in places like the us) money to do that.

and surprise surprise! turns out when i kept going back to the doctor they actually did find another Medical Condition after all! (turns out you can have those at literally any age) and since then i have gotten one of those extremely rare doctors who actual cares to see you get better (a specialist doctor to be specific, and i specify because in my experience they are generally way more likely to actually care) so now i not only have regular testing to see that it doesn’t get worse (and getting worse in this case can literally kill me), but i even have medicine that makes me better!!! wow!!!!!!!

[ghostly-wisteria-tea]

So I think I finally got another headcannon on how 616 Khonshu works.

He works as a collective consciousness. The result of so many thoughts, souls mixing in. Mostly thoughts and ideaologies of his followers, the previous knights and anything else that got in the mix over the centuries.

Imagine an Alien trying to act human, but it doesn't know where to start. So it decides to copy as many thoughts process as possible as reference to use. And after thousand of years, it result in this massively unorganized mess.

Think of how ChatGPT or an AI going through a million text to try and mimic them to one coherent sentence. Only let the software keep doing it non-stop for like 3 thousand years.

616 Khonshu's knowledge is also limited to how much of that "data" he has collected over the years and if they are organized enough to actually be used. Since some can be very contradictory due to the changing nature of humanity, their ideologies/world views and concept. One idea that was accepted, will be called evil after a couple of centuries.

And another result of this huge mess, is the possibility of many personalities being created, each with their own set of characteristics as it is impossible to keep one personality permanently with how much "data" Khonshu have absorbed in the past millenia and again, how contradictory they can be.

So to fix this, Khonshu created a separate personality to house that contradiction while keeping the previous data intact. 616 Khonshu is an eldrich alien being, so he can do weird shit like fully change his personality on a whim.

And he keeps doing it for each era since a Medieval Moon Knight would have one view of Khonshu, justice, philosophy and the world as a whole. While a Moon Knight from China would also have a very view of Khonshu, Justice and philosophy of the universe.

Khonshu then creates another personality once the previous one is no longer compatible with the philosophy of the current Moon Knight.

This can be both negative and positive. And it is very situational on who Khonshu is facing, as like a swiss army knife, Khonshu will instinctively search though his internal "library", find the right personality and use that when facing the viewer.

The Khonshu Badr is facing is different from the Khonshu Marc is facing. They are all the same "Khonshu", just slightly different as each is tailor made to work with each Fist. And rather, it is what each Fist thinks that "Khonshu" should be.

Like they get to personalize what their "Khonshu" will act and treat them like. And yes, I am implying that Marc intentionally wants Khonshu to be a huge jerk to him. This is linked to his massive guilt and yearning for redemption. And masochistic tendencies where he wants to be punished, and Khonshu fills that role perfectly.

[manebioniclegali]

"sugar highs don't exist!" have you considered that maybe tiny bodies aren't equipped to handle the amount of sugar shooting through their veins????

[uraandri]

my thesis should have been: why GII sucks ass as a form of measurement of gender inequality

[mr-bas00nist]

Oooh I’d love to see gojo seem cocky with their boyfriend saying how he’s such a top and will dom the crap either just to you or in public too

This could either go:

A. He’s been lying and gets punished the second he gets home for being a brat

B. They’re about to have their first time and gojo tries to dom but fails and we top him instead 💙

Show Him Who’s Boss

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.-Gojo Satoru x Dom!Male!Reader (B has been chosen 🫵🏽)

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.-Cw: Degradation, daddy kink, fingering, choking, spanking, handjob, facial and edging

It was no mystery that Gojo Satoru was a confident bordering narcissistic man. Being fed the ‘I’m the best’ mindset since a child. Satoru in a way was like that kid who never graduated from being the fastest in elementary. Although, it wasn’t his fault, he had every right to be narcissistic with how skilled he was.

But that didn’t mean he had the right to be a narcissist in every situation. When he met you, he was immediately drawn in by your confidence and smugness. He’d never admit it, but he loved men who didn’t back down from him. Deep down he kind of wished someone would put him in his place.

Each date you two had that made it even more clear. Satoru loved how you carried yourself and he loved being attached to your hip. It was the fourth date, you two were at a fancy restaurant courtesy of Satoru. It was the fourth date so a lot of small worries of coming off awkward or too strong were thrown out the window.

That was pretty obvious when you two easily landed on the topic of sex. Both having no nervousness with the topic. “So, your usually the dominant one in your sexual escapades is that right Satoru?” You asked with a questioning tone as you raised an eyebrow.

He sat up a bit as he felt his cheeks flush. “Hmm? Oh ya, I make a lot of guys cry.” He smirked to himself. You couldn’t help but question that. He talked about it like a virgin would and you tilted your head.

“Wow, bet guys fall face forward onto the bed for you huh?” You spoke sarcastically, obviously he didn’t pick up the sarcasm. “Yeah! You get it, bet you’d love to be dommed by the strongest huh?” He smirked and it took you everything to not roll your eyes.

“Well, why don’t we head back to your’s or my place and test that hypothesis hmm?” You spoke in an innocent sounding tone as he smiled brightly to himself. Like it was the first time someone agreed to go back home with him. “Waiter!” He shouted waving the man over.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Satoru’s penthouse was a sight to behold. It was obvious though that the man enjoyed the more luxury things in life. You knew that from the first date with the white haired male. You took your shoes off as you walked in looking around.

Satoru looked over you excitedly as he could feel himself twitch through his slacks. He’d been waiting for this moment all night! “Bedroom’s this way.” He smirked to which you smiled putting your hands in your pocket as you followed closely.

As you entered the air conditioned bedroom, Satoru closed the door behind you guys as he tackled you in a kiss. As you two sat on the bed you immediately noticed his sloppy technique. It wasn’t sloppy like someone who was just desperate, it was sloppy like someone who’d never made out with someone before.

“Slow down won’t you Satoru?” You inquired to which he stuck his tongue out with a smile. “Whattt??? Can’t keep up???” He laughed to himself, confidence radiating from his expression. “No, feels like you’re trying to eat my face off.” You retorted to which he flushed as he looked away with an awkward smile.

“Well? You have me under you. What now Satoru?” You asked as he paused for a moment. What did he do? He looked like a deer in headlights. “Oh uh- yeah, you’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m down handsome!” He exclaimed as he gripped your belt.

He pulled your jeans just below your pelvis as he saw the large bulge in it. He immediately gulped as he anxiously reached into your boxers as he pulled out your semi hard cock. He looked wide eyed, like it was an alien artifact. “You look awfully nervous Satoru. Like it’s gonna bite you.”

You smirked as he gave you a look. “Usually the guys I uhm… fuck, don’t have any this big.” He lied through his teeth. He sure wasn’t the strongest liar. But you played along. “Think you can give me a handjob?” You teased.

He immediately took it as a challenge as he nodded. He put his hand on your shaft as he began stroking with no real technique. He spit down on your cock as he looked up to see how you were feeling. You just stared at him with lustful eyes.

He immediately looked down embarrassed as he continued stroking your aching flesh. You let out soft moans at his surprisingly soft hands. It was a few minutes from his messy technique of fisting, spitting and toying with your cock when you felt that knot in your stomach. You were just about to hit your high when he stopped completely.

Your eyes snapped open with annoyance as you looked over to his smug smirk. “Heh, bet you really wanted to c-“ he let out a yelp as you pressed him down into the mattress. “Listen you fucking virgin, your about as convincing as a kid who broke his parents vase. I was gonna let you off the hook, do your own thing but then you have the nerve to edge me???”

He was immediately taken aback by your harsh tone, and if he wasn’t hard then, he was rock hard now. “I-I’m not a virgi-“ he let out a yelp as you slapped his face. He immediately felt himself twitch as he almost came in his pants. “I suggest you stop lying to me, because if I smell bullshit, I’m coming for your ass (haha).”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Which is how you got Satoru naked and cryIng over your lap as you spanked his ass. “I said count you dumb bitch.” You rolled your eyes as you gave a particularly hard slap to his sore cheeks. Both globes of flesh were adorned with a pinkish shade of carmine. Pretty gossamer tears sliding down his cheeks as he wailed. “E-eighteen!” He shouted.

You roll your eyes giving another slap. “Stop yelling, don’t want your neighbors to here how much of a bitch you are. Unless you do. You seem like the type.” You rubbed his ass as he muttered a small nineteen. His cock was leaking pre cum on your thighs as it twitched at the sound of every harsh degrading word.

“Now, be honest…. Your a virgin right?” You questioned. Satoru could either lie and say no, or he could tell the truth. What would give him the better outcome is the question. With a shaky deep breath, swallowing his pride, he whined out. “Yes…” he peered up onto your smug face.

“Good answer.” With a final slap, he spoke a shaky twenty out to which you just rubbed his sore cheeks. He was taken aback as you set him up on your lap straddling you. You slipped two fingers into his wet mouth as his eyes rolled back slightly. He slobbered all over your fingers with a soft moan.

After a few moment you pulled out as you prodded them against his ass. He jolted a bit as you gave him a look. “Stay still or I’ll spank you again.” He immediately stilled out as you slowly put one finger in. You dragged softly against his walls as you peered up at him. His flushed tip twitching.

One finger went to two, then to three as you began finger fucking him against the bed as he let out nosy moans. You smiled as he cried out, head against the pillow with legs around your hips. “M’ gonna- gonna!” Before he could cum you slipped your fingers out to which he sobbed.

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes as you lubed yourself up, also squirting some on his hole. You lined yourself up with him as you looked at him, he gave a small nod of consent as you slipped in. He cried out as you stretched him to the limits. “Shit, you’re tight.” You licked your lips.

Once you were fully inside you wasted no time thrusting in and out as Satoru cried out. God was he vocal with moans and squeals. He couldn’t help it though! You were hitting his prostate soooooo goooooood!!!

You gripped his boney hips as you pulled him down onto your cock. “D-Daddy! Shit- fuck- more!!” He cried as you rolled your eyes. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” You questioned as you put your hand around his throat as you applied pressure. Not enough to hurt but enough to make him feel lightheaded and to get him to shut up.

You smirked at his pathetic display as you felt him twitch around you. You stopped once more as you edged him again. “God- please!! I’ll do anything!! Anything, just please lemme cummmm~!” He whined out to which you hummed in acknowledgment.

“You gonna let me dom you every time from now on and admit you’re my bottom bitch?” You smirked down at him to which he nodded rapidly. You moved one of his legs over your shoulder as you wrapped your hand back around his throat. “Guess you can listen.”

Each thrust felt like it was hitting Satoru’s brain. You were so deep inside of him, he swore he felt his guts moving for you as you rammed into him. “How’s that feeling ‘Toru?” You licked your sweaty lips as his eyes rolled back. He was long gone.

You have his ass a slap as you brought him back down to earth. “‘Sho good! Feels good daddy~!” He exclaimed as drool poured down his glossy pink lips. Blue eyes filled with tears from the intensity. You went to wrap your hand around his cock and as you gripped it he was sent over the end.

He abruptly clamped down halting your movements as his spent cock spurted out strand after strand. “There it is, let out all that spunk baby.” You slowly pulled out of him as you straddled his chest while stroking your cock. You let out a few groans before you came all over his face.

He let out a small groan as your seed painted his sweaty face. His blue eyes peered up at you as you grabbed your phone, taking a photo of his cum adorned face. “So pretty like this ‘Toru.” You complimented as you observed the photo in all its glory.

The flash on the camera made his eyes close a bit from the brightness which gave him that dazed-fucked out look. There were spurts on his cheeks to hips lips and one on his left eye which resulted in him keeping it close. If you could frame the photo you would. You’d have to ask him first.

He shakily brought his thumb to his face as he swiped your cum into his mouth with lewd noises as he stared dead into your eyes. He popped his lips after as he stuck his tongue out to show you he swallowed. You let out a small groan at the sight as you felt yourself growing hard again. You slapped yourself against his face as he mewled.

“Round two baby.”

A/n: First Gojo request! Hopefully you guys like how I write him and this satiated a hunger lol.

[headspace-hotel]

I was reading about foraging in the school library because i really want to eat plant but you really gotta know what you're doing with that

In discussing Dandelions, the author said that many people have awful first experiences with foraging because they eat plants that were growing in very bad conditions.

Dandelions particularly taste very bad when you try to eat miserable and struggling dandelions because their leaves get very bitter.

The author said sunlight makes them bitter, and also that the bitter chemicals build up in the plant with increasing age, but I have a hypothesis that it's a little different...

Plants make themselves taste bad when they are being heavily munched upon by herbivores, and even send chemical signals to other plants so they can prepare as well! Really amazing. I already knew that part. But I thought to myself...wait, if mowing has a similar effect as grazing, that would make the plants respond in a similar way...which means that mowing and weed-whacking and other forms of indiscriminately hacking and chopping down plants will have them all like "Ahh fuck! It happened again! I need to taste WORSE!"

Dandelions can grow back from being mowed down or even partially ripped up many times, and they're perennials. So my hypothesis is that people are getting into foraging by trying to eat a dandelion from their front lawn...but that dandelion has been trapped in an endless cycle of mowing for possibly years, and in the process has ascended into the World's Worst-Tasting Plant

[6ronze]

DEJA VU

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ — l&ds characters : sylus. zayne. rafayel. fem!reader format : short stories/HCs warnings : fluff. angst. sfw. unelaborated suggestive scenes in sylus’s part long story short : when they fall in love with you, but you never existed in the first place notes : inspired by zayne’s alternate universe where he fell in love w mc in his dreams but written my way + i haven't written in a whilleeee

ZAYNE

Zayne knew lack of sleep could cause hallucinations and make someone have their eyes playing tricks on them. What Zayne didn’t know was that he could fall victim to those conditions.

He was disciplined despite his busy schedule as a cardiac surgeon. Zayne made sure he took sufficient naps to make up for the sleep he lost the night before and went straight to bed after finishing his work. He’s maintained this same routine for years yet somehow, he still ends up hallucinating about the same woman he’s seen since childhood.

He was 11 years old when he started seeing this woman around. Zayne as a child thought she was kind, someone he felt awfully fond of. When he wanted to ask his parents if she was a family friend, they merely cocked their heads to the side in confusion asking ‘Who?’. The older he got, the more he was convinced she was just an imaginary friend that children naturally have. But was she really imaginary when he kept showing up in his slumber, his dreams, and even in his conscious mind?

Zayne is 27 years old now. And he’s more convinced than ever that her appearance in his head when he hasn’t even seen her, nor anyone looking remotely similar to her in Linkon City, was connected to his evol.

He’s long accepted that hypothesis of his for the past years was true. Since it was only proven right with the small snowmen he made during every winter. How fond he was of creating ice figures of the plushies he saw when walking past claw machines at festivals.

Zayne often stared at his creations and caressed the snow with the pads of his fingers. He always looked at them with care, feeling the inexplainable need to preserve it—to preserve her. Even if they were just fleeting memories.

RAFAYEL

An artist in Linkon City, Rayafel. His works were as known as his name. Most people were curious about the rarely seen artist, questions about him arising. The journalists that were lucky enough to get to chat with him for a few minutes finally asked —who or what was his muse?

Muse. An inspiration, a devotion—the true cause of his masterpieces that were both stunning, and heart-wrenching.

“My muse.. is a ‘who’. And before you start bombarding me with questions about the specifics—’ *Rafayel answered, taking his time before parting his lips to offer an answer. His eyes flickered over to face the journalist ahead of him, Rafayel’s lips pursed to straight line that wasn’t often seen from the expressive and blunt man.*

“Let’s just say she’s out of your camera’s reach,” The purpled haired man continued, his brows subtly furrowing as he stared into the eyes of the stunned journalist. Rafayel’s answer made room for assumptions, the implication of his muse being out of reach sparking media attention and theories.

In Rafayel’s mind after that interview were only filled with thoughts on how to bring her to life in this world. He had to be careful with his words—the execution. Rafayel wanted a piece of his muse to be shared, a mark, a small hint to others of who truly occupied in his mind when he made his art pieces.

Rafayel started seeing her in a nightmare. It was the same nightmare that reoccured even in the most comfortable nights like a reminder. The thing is—he didn’t know a reminder for what exactly. He’s never seen her, never met her, nor does he heard her name anywhere in Linkon City despite his efforts to search for her. She didn’t exist. Yet that never stopped him from feeling so familiar, so intimate with her, like she meant the world to him once—no, it felt like she still does.

SYLUS

Sylus has been the leader of Onychinus in N109 zone for as long as he can remember in this world. He’s had his fair share of blood and immoralities that came with the job but at least it made sense. At least, it was rational. For survival, animal instinct of a human, pleasure—he could find the cause for it even if it was twisted. But this. This wasn't something he could make sense out of no matter how much he twisted his mind to find the root for it.

He has a girlfriend. Someone he’s decided to pursue after years of merely picking and dropping gems of women he found attractive in the clubs he frequented. This woman matched him—he thought. This would work—he hoped. He just needed something. Anything. To get the woman he kept seeing in his mind off his thoughts.

One would have thought the mysterious girl sylus that plagues his mind was someone he knew. A past relationship, an acquaintance, maybe even a fling. Yet it was neither of those. He doesn’t know her. He’s never seen her in his life. He shouldn’t be thinking about her—fuck, how does he even how she looks like? No matter how much time he spent pondering, recalling, digging information about someone who looked like her, he found nothing. The only conclusion he came to make was that she doesn’t exist.

And maybe someone else might have thought she would appear in his mind in his dreams—but no. It was the darker moments. The near death experiences, the life-risking gambles he took with every decision he made. It was the moments where his eyes would flicker, and his vision would slowly swim into a haze, would she appear. He didn’t like it. Never liked how the sight of her during those moments actually soothed him in ways nothing else could. Her lips that he stared into almost coaxing him to go with her to other side where they could finally meet.

Sylus couldn’t lie—he was truly tempted to accept.

The brows of the white haired man furrowed deeply in the dead of the night of his quarters, glass of wine in hand. He stared out the view out the large windows ahead of him, his free hand lifting to run through his in a rough tug.

His frown never seemed to leave him. Not even after spending a sweet night with his current beloved. He could still see it. The distinct features of that gorgeous woman in the back of his mind.

Sylus gripped his glass tighter, internally scolding himself for thinking about another when his woman was right behind him, comfortably sleeping in his bed, under his covers. He grunted, laying his head back against the headrest of the armchair.

He was frustrated, curious, and all of the above. Feeling his jaw clench at the thoughts that swarmed his mind, he downed the rest of his wine in one gulp and got from his seat. He walked around his bed to the nightstand, placing his glass down.

His crimson eyes landed on his lover that slept in his bed, her bare body covered by the blanket. Sylus felt his frown begin to relax, a soft breath leaving his lips. He took a step closer to the bed, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from her face. His neutral expression turned to one of longing the more his fingers lingered on her skin.

He wanted to find her so badly. Sylus wanted to face her and demand she answer his questions. Although he knows that won’t be possible.

[transmutationisms]

from a non-academic, i find parts of comphet to be useful (heterosexuality becomes compulsory when you’re raised in a heterosexual society) but the foundations . suck. what do we do with theories like this, that have touched on a truth but also carry a lot of garbage? can we separate the truth from the founder?

i have to be slightly pedantic and say that i don't think rich's essay is an example of this phenomenon. my central issue with her formulation is its bioessentialist assumptions about human sex and therefore also sexuality. if i say "capitalism includes economic mechanisms that enforce heterosexual behaviour and exclude other possibilities", then what i mean by "heterosexual" is plainly not the same as what rich means—and for this reason i would seldom formulate the statement this way, without clarifying that i am talking about the enforcement of heterosexuality as a part of the creation and defence of sex/gender categories themselves. so rich and i do not actually agree on the very fundamental premises of this paper! rich was not the first or only person to point out that economic mechanisms as well as resultant social norms enforce heterosexual pairings; i actually don't even think the essay does a very clear job of interrogating the relationship between labour, economy, and the creation of sex/gender; she means something different and essentialist to what i mean by sex and sexuality; and i think her proposed responses to the phenomenon she identifies as 'compulsory heterosexuality' are uninteresting because they mainly propose psychological answers to a problem arising from conditions of political economy. so, in regards to this specific paper, i am actually totally comfortable just saying that it's not a useful formulation, and i don't feel a need to rescue elements of it.

in general, i do know what you're talking about, and i think there's a false dichotomy here: as though we must either discard an idea entirely if it has elements we dislike, or we accept it on the condition that we can plausibly claim these elements and their author are irrelevant. these are not comprehensive options. instead, i would posit that every theory, hypothesis, or idea is laden with context, including values held and assumptions made by their progenitors. the point is not to find a mythical 'objective' truth unburdened by human bias or mistakes; this is impossible. instead, i think we need to take seriously the elements of an idea that we object to. why are they there? what sorts of assumptions or arguments motivate them, and are those actually separable from whatever we like in the idea? if so, can we be clear about which aspects of the theory are still useful or applicable, and where it is that the objectionable elements arise? and if we can identify these points, then what might we propose instead? this is all much more useful, imo, than either waiting for a perfect morally unimpeachable theory or trying to 'accept' a theory without grappling with its origins (political, social, intellectual).

a recent example that you might find interesting as a kind of case study is j lorand matory's book the fetish revisited, which argues that the 'fetish' concept in freud's and marx's work drew from their respective understandings of afro-atlantic gods. in other words, when marx said capitalists "fetishise" commodities or freud spoke about sexual "fetishism", they were each claiming that viewing an object as agentive, meaning-laden in itself (ie, devoid of the context of human meaning-making as a social and political activity) was comparable to 'primitive' and delusory religious practices.

matory's point here isn't that we should reject marx's entire contribution to political economy because he was racist, nor is it that we can somehow accept parts of what marx said by just excising any racist bits. rather, matory asks us to grapple seriously with the role that marx's anthropologically inflected racism plays in his ideas, and what limitations it imposes on them. why is it that marx could identify the commodity as being discursively abstracted and 'fetishised', but did not apply this understanding to other ideas and objects in a consistent way? and how is his understanding of this process of 'fetishisation' shaped by his beliefs about afro-atlantic peoples, and their 'intelligence' or civilisational achievements in comparison to northwestern europeans'? by this critique matory is able to nuance the fetish concept, and to argue that marx's formulation of it was both reductive and inconsistently applied (analogously to how freud viewed only some sexuality as 'fetishistic'). it is true in some sense that capital and the commodity are reified and abstracted in a manner comparable to the creation of a metaphysical entity, but what we get from matory is both a better, more nuanced understanding of this process of meaning-making (incl. a challenge to the racist idea of afro-atlantic gods as simply a result of inferior intelligence or cultural development), and the critical point that if this is fetishism, then we must understand a lot more human discourse and activity as hinging on fetishisation.

the answer of what we do with the shitty or poorly formulated parts of a theory won't always be the same, obviously; this is a dialogue we probably need to have (and then have again) every time we evaluate an idea or theory. but i hope this gives you some jumping-off points to consider, and an idea of what it might look like to grapple with ideas as things inherently shaped by people—and our biases and assumptions and failings—without assuming that means we can or should just discard them any time those failings show through. the point is not to waste time trying to find something objective, but to understand the subjective in its context and with its strengths and limitations, and then to decide from there what use we can or should make of it.

[thejournallo]

How to achieve our manifestation in less than three days.

This is a question that is always on everyone's mind because, let's be real, we are all impatient to get our desires as fast as possible. So what can we do to get what we want as fast as possible? Here is THE guide on how to do it.

Is begin "Delulu" the only method to make your manifestation come faster?

People often say that starting with a delusional mindset speeds up manifestation, and you know what? They're absolutely right! Being "delulu" is like wielding a powerful instrument that we can play however and whenever we like. 

But why is it so powerful?  Because we reprogram ourselves by slowly changing our mindset by faking that everything is already ours, reprogramming ourselves means unlearning things that don’t serve our wellness and replacing them with things that do.

Personally, I find it super effective to envision myself in an interview when I try to manifest, telling the journalist how I became so powerful and how everything I've manifested took little to no time. It works amazingly! I get what I want from the universe in just three days by doing this.

We can speed up our manifestations, not just by affirming and believing that we already have what we desire (which alone is often enough to make things happen faster), but also by applying some of the 12 laws of the universe:

The law of Devine ones:

This principle emphasizes that everything in the universe is intrinsically linked, forming a single, unified whole. It implies that we are all interconnected, not only with each other but also with the source, or universal consciousness. With this law, we simply apply the reality that we are already connected to our desire, even if it has to be created from 0. It is already connected to us, and vice versa.

The law of Detachment 1.0:  

The Law of Detachment is a core principle in deductive reasoning and formal logic. It asserts that if a conditional statement (an "if-then" statement) is true and the hypothesis (the "if" part) holds true, then the conclusion (the "then" part) must logically be true as well. I will give a quick example: if I am a witch, then I can do magic (an "if-then" statement), so if I am a witch, and it is true, then the fact that I can do magic is also true. Applying this to manifestations is now as simple as it can be. If I am manifesting this (which is true), then my manifestation is already here (also true).

The law of Detachment 2.0:

The Law of Detachment underscores the importance of trust and surrender. By relinquishing control and not clinging to specific outcomes, you create a state of allowing that can make it easier for your desires to manifest. This approach minimizes stress and resistance, which can otherwise hinder the manifestation process. In essence, the Law of Detachment in manifestation is about balancing desire with surrender. You hold your vision and take steps towards it, but remain flexible and open to how and when it manifests in your life.

The Law of Inspired Action:

Manifestation may require us to take inspired, and intentional action aligned with our desires. This law emphasizes the importance of actively pursuing our goals and dreams while remaining open to guidance and opportunities. For example, if I manifest to go on a great adventure and make a lot of friends along the way, I will have to take the intentional action to book it.

The Law of Rhythm:

Everything in the universe operates in cycles and rhythms. This law suggests that there are natural ebbs and flows, ups and downs, and that understanding these rhythms can help us navigate life more harmoniously. A way that I manifest things is to listen to music that makes me feel powerful and in control of the whole universe. Everyone has this kind of song in their heart because everyone vibrates at a certain frequency and volume. One of mine for example is vampire heart (slowed) - Isak Roen

These laws are not the only way but they for sure are a way. You can use all of them or use only one it is really up to you and i really suggest you learn about the 12 laws because they are a must for manifesting your dream life.

if you are intrested in more intresting way to manifest don't forget to check my masterlist! I hope you have a blessed day or night!

-xoxo the journallo

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Hearts [S. R.]

Young!Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

and by public demand, part 2

summary: an intern pesters Spencer to get his attention and you help him get rid of it a bit, benefiting in the process.

A/N: here we go! started watching criminal minds last week and i'm halfway through the first season so expect a lot of content as I progress with the series. Spencer Reid from season one is the cutest thing I ever looked at

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You'd think FBI offices would be quiet at night, but the truth is, with so many agents and interns reporting to do, the night seemed to be the busiest time.

After spending three months there you had almost obtained your own desk and knew most of the people, especially the BAU team whom you had been assigned to support for your internship. Since you began your university studies, you had wanted to work in that FBI unit and when the opportunity presented itself you were extremely excited, but now that it was a reality, you could realize that the workload was unimaginable and heavier than you expected. Still, with any luck, proper schooling, and practice you could be aiming for a permanent position in maybe two or three years. For now, being there as an intern was more than enough.

You were so engrossed in reading your computer screen that you didn't hear when the office door opened and it wasn't until a figure sat down next to you that you realized who it was.

You and Spencer Reid met many years ago, when you were both in middle school, in Las Vegas, and from that moment on you could appreciate what a prodigy he was. He was a very serious, quiet, and shy boy, but for some reason you always enjoyed his company and, judging by the fact that he never left you, you thought he did too. On some occasions you exchanged books that he returned to you in two days and you kept for a few weeks, you talked during some school breaks, you asked him for help with homework, and on more than one occasion you went so far as to defend him verbally from those silly children who bothered him; in general, you had something close to a friendship. You never thought that after so long, and so far from Las Vegas, you would see him again, much less in the condition you were in right now.

"Hey," you greeted him kindly, showing him a tired smile "What are you doing here?"

"I was finishing an analysis of yesterday's case," he replied. The team had had to profile another pyromaniac and for just a bit they had managed to catch him, which had left them somewhat tense "And you?"

"A report" you answered simply. You had the hypothesis that those kinds of activities ended up in the hands of the interns because they were extremely tedious and they wanted to get rid of it.

Reid wasn't much of a talker if the occasion didn't call for it and you knew it, so it wasn't too strange that he would only sit near you to watch you work, although there was something different about him tonight that alarmed you.

"You think I'm dumb?" he asked suddenly, forcing you to look up at him.

"You? Are you asking me if I think Doctor Reid is dumb? you asked, emphasizing his title, but he gently shook his head.

"Not in that sense, but like... weird or something."

“We all are a little bit. And that's not so bad” you said sincerely. You knew that on some occasions Spencer would ask questions and all you had to do was wait a bit for him to tell you what the doubt was about.

“And do you think…?” he started to say, a little unsure "Do you think I don't have a girlfriend because I'm that weird?"

"Who told you that?" you exclaimed more directly. You imagined that this concern could only arise from someone having suggested it, as had already happened on other occasions, and it still touched you a little that he had the confidence to assist you for that kind of thing.

"No, no one in particular"

"You know, I think you don't care about having or not having a girlfriend" you ventured to say "Was it Morgan?"

“No, not him,” he hastened to say, thinking a little about his next words, “Uhm, that girl from the department next door…”

"Victoria," you cut him off, rolling your eyes in anticipation and feeling the heat already rising up your cheeks. She was a typical mean girl; long black hair, tall, always wearing expensive dresses, high heels, and fake smiles. You'd met this girl during internships and it took you a couple of weeks to make you feel uncomfortable around her, but you finished hating her when you realized how intent she seemed to be on embarrassing Spencer every chance she got. The fact that her father was a department head made it a bit difficult to deal with any situation. "Why do you care what she says?"

“She is… persistent”

"You know she only does it because she wants to get your attention, right?" you explained, a little fed up with the situation and how he was always affected by what others said about him.

It was clear that from the beginning she had her eye on the young man, and on those days, she would walk around the office and try to start a conversation with Spencer, which he never carried out. When she noticed that her attempts were useless, she began to make hurtful comments that became recurring as the months went by, since it was the only time when she could receive any kind of attention from the brown-haired man. Spencer frowned, quite confused by the situation when you told him that, since apparently he hadn't made the same account of the facts as you.

"What are you talking about?"

"She likes you" you insisted, as if it were something obvious, although it didn't seem so to him. You could almost see how the gears in his brain were struggling to find a degree of coherence between the events that he had been ignoring for a long time.

"Then why does she say such horrible things to me?"

“It's because…” you mumbled, closing the lid of your computer and looking for a way to explain to the boy. It was amazing how he was the most intelligent person you knew and at the same time he would come to you to ask such banal things like that "she is a stupid girl who has had everything in life and since she isn't capable of having an intelligent conversation with you, she thinks that being mean is going to get your attention. It's like those kids who pulled your hair in elementary school," you muttered, trying to present an analogy, but he didn't react in any way “She probably only told you that because she wanted to know if you have a girlfriend, not because she really believed it.”

Spencer took a moment to absorb that, wondering how that made sense, since for him the fact that you liked a person implied being kind and attentive, not behaving as Victoria did with him. But you had read the signs from the beginning and that was probably another reason for your dislike for your internship partner, who you thought was unworthy of being attracted to someone as cute as him. Although during high school he hadn't been the most sought after by girls, now he was quite handsome and that shy and polite attitude made him even more attractive, at least for you. Besides the fact that, of course, it was a genius who you were talking to.

"And why didn't she just ask?" he genuinely murmured and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I don't know, when we like a person, we do stupid things"

"Do you really think she likes me?"

"Of course, what reason would there be for her not to?" you mumbled and he just looked away, as he did most of the time, while he shrugged, which made you think that maybe this conversation was more serious than you imagined "Do you like her?"

"No! Definitely not” he said right away, as if he was offended “It just seems strange to me that you say that”

"Say what?"

"That someone likes me"

"Oh, please," you breathed, completely incredulous. "You're charming, Reid, I don't think she’s the only one who likes you”

"Do you think I'm charming?" he said, slightly skeptical. You loved his reaction to any compliment he received. 

"Sometimes" you lied. Actually, you thought he was charming all the time "Besides you're an FBI profiler, don't you detect that kind of thing in girls?"

"It's harder to analyze women than criminals," he argued, making you chuckle slightly.

Suddenly the report you had to make was forgotten and you wished you wanted to spend more time with him, although you didn't know if he would be willing to do the same. It was one thing to be together at work and another very different thing was that he wanted to be with you personally.

"Do you have anything in particular to do today?" you exclaimed cautiously, so the question allowed him to politely get rid of the invitation if he wanted to. You held back your urge to smile when he said no, attentive to what you had to say “Do you want to go to my apartment? If I'm still here I'm going to have a migraine and I think you should relax for a while too”

“Go to your apartment?” he asked, just to be sure, to which you nodded.

“Yeah, like… order some pizza, and… do you like wine? I have wine at home. And we can put on thrillers and see who can figure out who the killer is first”

"I would beat you"

"You think so, Reid?" you said, challenging his strange burst of confidence, and Spencer nodded playfully, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. "I'll buy you your week's coffee if you beat me" saying this, you knew full well you didn't stand a chance, but if a couple of dollars spent on coffee would get you a few extra hours with him, you were willing to accept that.

"It's a deal" he smiled and in less than ten minutes you were out of the offices.

As expected, you lost the game, but you couldn't say you ended the night disappointed. At first you didn't even know why you invited him, because outside of that neighborhood park in Las Vegas, you'd never spent any time alone. Spencer was all shy at first, always sitting up straight and hugging his briefcase, but when you broke the tension he relaxed considerably. The wine helped a bit because, although he confessed to you that he didn't drink often, you two ended up with a bottle of red that you had in the cupboard; not too much to lose consciousness, but enough to get gigglier. Even Spencer's ever-dapper outfit was thrown into disarray, as he'd loosened his tie and removed his vest to deal with the rise in body temperature the alcohol brought on. As promised you had pizza for dinner, which he refused to let you pay for, and in the process you put on some of the classic movies you found, according to google, making sure neither of you had seen them before. That night you were tempted to tell your partner that he could sleep over there if he wanted, but you had to say that a hint like that might make him uncomfortable. You didn't want to break the magic of the moment.

So the next morning you walked into the Quantico offices more energetic than usual, holding a couple of glasses of coffee on a tray.

"Good morning, Y/L/N" Morgan greeted you, as you approached the BAU work area, where Hotch and Elle were also present.

"Good morning, have you seen Spencer today?"

"I suppose he arrived, but I haven't seen him"

"I think he hid in the kitchen"

"Why do you ask?" muttered Morgan, who was probably the gossipiest of the three and also the most teasing. You knew, unfortunately, that if you didn't tell him, he would question Spencer, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

“I bought him a coffee. We made a bet last night and I'll be buying it all week"

"So you're trying to make him fall for you, huh" he exclaimed, completely ignoring your explanation, so you decided to play along.

"I think I'll need a few more months for that" judging by the man's laugh, you knew that the answer had satisfied him. You wondered if it bothered you that Spencer might misinterpret that joke as fact, but at the same time you wondered if it really was something that bothered you enough to deny it.

You walked down the aisle looking for the brown-haired boy and greeted a few people along the way, until, as if by divine grace, you looked at the man’s back and at the same time heard the click of heels, which you already knew quite well, going in the same direction.

"Spencer!" you called him before Victoria could tell him anything, and he turned with that awkwardness that characterized him showing a small smile when he noticed that it was you.

"Hello"

“You better not be making your coffee,” you murmured, getting close enough to hand her the cup you brought on the tray and making sure Victoria, who was making her own drink, would overhear the conversation. “I hope you like it. Sweet as you"

"Thank you," he replied, slightly embarrassed by the compliment you'd just paid him. He peered into the cup and frowned “Why did the barista write a heart next to my name?”

“It wasn't the barista, it was me”

It took Spencer a moment to sink the words in, and then he looked back at you with a confused expression.

"And why did you write a heart next to my name?"

You couldn't help but contain a laugh and Victoria, who had been attentive to the entire conversation, contained an angry sigh when she saw you extend your hand to the boy's bicep to give it a squeeze, taking the opportunity to get a little closer to him.

"I hope to repeat last night sometime" you muttered ignoring his question "I really had fun"

"Me too," he said, faster than you'd expect, and you smirked to notice that she was right next to him, her jaw clenching angrily. Without Reid realizing it, that talk could be completely interpreted as you've had a sexual affair, and not only that, but you were looking forward to it again.

"I'll see you around, right?"

"I think so" he replied. Spencer took a sip of the coffee you bought him, as if he'd just remembered it, and took a moment to savor it, closing his eyes in the process. You tried not to be distracted by the afterimage of him licking his lips. "I love it, what's with it?"

“Huh-uh, I won't tell you. If you want to drink it, you will have to ask me” you replied playfully. You thought that perhaps, at some point, he would become uncomfortable with your indiscreet flirtations, but when he smiled at you and looked away, you knew he was actually liking it. And if Spencer liked being fawned over, you weren't going to put up a fight.

"Thank you"

"It's nothing, doctor. Good luck on your day" you said goodbye, showing him the most beautiful smile you were capable of manifesting.

After that you made sure to look Victoria square in the eye as you left, confident that if she tried to say something rude to the profiler again you would confront her yourself and finally got lost. She looked at him, utterly offended, and then did the same, leaving behind the cup of coffee she was preparing to lock herself in the office and be grumpy all day. But Spencer didn't even notice any of it, as he was too busy looking closely at his heart in his cup to get any idea of what it might mean.

[mysticstronomy]

DID MARS EVER CONTAIN WATER??

Blog#428

Saturday, August 17th, 2024.

Welcome back,

While the icy moons of Jupiter and Saturn contain water, Mars remains dry. Despite dozens of space missions, the Red Planet has yet to provide convincing proof that it conceals significant water reserves beneath its surface.

Yet Earth's little cousin hasn't always been so secretive. Various studies have shown that a little over 4 billion years ago, it experienced a "watery" era when lakes, rivers and perhaps even oceans could maintain themselves on its soil. Branching valleys and ancient terrains rich in hydrated clays are evidence of this blissful period of abundance.

Subsequently, the loss of part of the Martian atmosphere led to a reduction in the greenhouse effect followed by a gradual disappearance of water. The question is how long this process lasted and under what conditions. This is what the American Space Agency's (NASA) Curiosity and Perseverance spacecraft have been trying to establish since their arrival in 2012 and 2021 in the Gale and Jezero craters.

"Lakes occupied these depressions 3.5 or 3.6 billion years ago," explained Nicolas Mangold, a director of research at the French National Center for Scientific Research (CNRS) Laboratory of Planetology and Geosciences in Nantes.

By studying the sedimentary and clay deposits left by the former and exploring the ancient river delta that fed the latter, the aim is to determine whether the climate at the time was wet and cold, or dry and hot. The Perseverance rover is also collecting samples, to be brought back to Earth as part of the MSR mission [Mars Sample Return, NASA-European Space Agency (ESA)]. They should provide precise information."

For the moment, things are hazy. If water has flowed on Mars, where has it gone? Was it sucked up into space with the Martian atmosphere or did some of it remain on site, buried underground? Many teams around the world are working to find answers by searching for clues to its presence other than those offered by polar ice caps and glaciers.

As water cannot remain in a liquid state for long on the surface of Mars, these investigations often consist of spotting recent traces of its passage using instruments placed in orbit. This opens the way to all kinds of controversy about how to interpret observations of this world, whose morphology is radically different from that of Earth. "Some of these controversies, such as those concerning gullies – ravines 1 or 2 kilometers long, discovered by the hundreds along certain landforms in the early 2000s – have finally been settled," said Susan Conway, a CNRS researcher at the Laboratory of Planetology and Geosciences in Nantes.

Her team recently demonstrated in the journal Nature Communications that seasonal deposits of dry ice explain the phenomenon, and not water flows.

Other clues continue to fuel debate and even controversy among scientists. The nature of "equatorial dark flows," the background noise of radar signals suggesting the existence of an underground sea beneath the North Cap, the presence of possible channels in the ejecta of impact craters and the hypothetical formation of "rides" in areas of glacial retreat. If water exists on Mars, it is well camouflaged.

Why not deep underground, frozen in the cryosphere? Or preserved in liquid form in aquifers, or inside the thin film of perchlorate brine that supposedly exists at the base of the permafrost that covers Mars at high latitudes? The Marsis and Sharad radars of the Mars Express (ESA) and MRO (NASA) probes have pinpointed promising regions. And when NASA's Phoenix lander dug a few centimeters into the frozen ground just after it arrived in 2008, it immediately uncovered blocks of water ice – a further reason for hypothesis and speculation.

Originally published on https://www.lemonde.fr

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"DID LIFE EXIST ON VENUS??"

[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: annual energies and potential surgeries associated with the year

the outer rim of the wyrd web foretells the themes of our year ahead. today i will be covering some common surgeries that tend to occur. in no way does one number mean a single surgery type. each number can mean different surgeries - multiple surgeries - no surgery... this is just what i associate medically with these energies and i have seen correlate with other charts when surgery occurred. your lack of a number correlation with an experience below does not mean to minimize your experience. this is a general hypothesis not a fact.

tw: sensitive topics like amputation, ivf, addiction, weight, physical trauma, and end of life care are included in post.

1 (the magician): laser surgery

skill, precision, and transformation. this technique uses precision tools to create change in the body.

2 (the high priestess): diagnostic surgery

intuition, secrets, and hidden knowledge. seeks to uncover hidden issues or provide clarity about a medical condition (will be common for 2000 baby around the time doctors start recommending colonoscopies and mammograms).

3 (the empress): fertility surgery

surgeries like in vitro fertilization (IVF) or other fertility-related procedures.

4 (the emperor): orthopedic surgery

structure and stability. anything involves bones, joints, and structural support of the body, resonates with this energy.

5 (the hierophant): cardiovascular or oral surgery

what maintains order/structure in the body a.k.a. anything dealing with the heart and blood flow. oral surgery is because of this card connection to the throat and sharing of beliefs which requires the mouth - it might be time for your wisdom teeth extraction.

6 (the lovers): cosmetic or reconstructive surgery

this is often elective surgery / chosen for personal reasons related to self-image.

7 (the chariot): neurosurgery

deals with the brain and nervous system (the body's control center), which aligns with the chariot's themes of mastery and control.

8 (strength): physical rehabilitation surgery

requires a lot of resilience as muscles and tendons aren't easy to heal...

9 (the hermit): gastrointestinal surgery

involves the digestive system, relates to the internal processes and inner workings (aligning with hermit energy).

10 (the wheel of fortune): emergency surgery

often needed unexpectedly and dictated by fate, aligns with the theme of chance.

11 (justice): corrective surgery

aims to fix or balance out bodily functions or appearance, mirrors the themes of rectifying and balancing.

12 (the hanged man): organ transplant

sacrifice, suspension, and new perspectives. transplant surgery involves the sacrifice of one organ for the life of another, offering a new lease on life.

13 (death): amputation

a literal removal or ending of a part of the body, that can also lead to a transformative process of healing and adapting.

14 (temperance) : bariatric surgery

used to achieve weight balance and improve health.

15 (the devil): addiction, breast reduction, and reproductive surgery

surgeries that address addiction-related issues, such as gastric banding for overeating. but also reproductive surgery like a tubal ligation or vasectomy. any surgery where something big/open becomes small, constricted, snipped, or thinned.

16 (tower): trauma surgery

sudden upheaval, destruction, and revelation. this type of surgery is often performed in response to sudden, life-altering accidents or injuries, echoes the energies themes of sudden change and crisis.

17 (the star): reconstructive/plastic surgery

hope, healing, and renewal are themes of this energy - this surgery which restores form and function after trauma or illness, aligns with the themes of healing and rejuvenation.

18 (the moon): biopsies and tissue collections

biopsy involves extracting tissue to investigate potential issues, often when there’s uncertainty about a diagnosis or the presence of something hidden (like tumors or other abnormalities).

19 (the sun): pediatric surgery

performed on children and ensures their health and vitality, which connects with the energy's themes of life, energy, and well-being.

20 (judgment): organ transplant or some other life changing/saving surgery

life-saving surgeries, such as heart or organ transplants, can offer a second chance at life, reflecting the energy's themes of renewal and awakening.

21 (the world): making a full recovery or end-of-life care

surgeries that lead to a full recovery or decisions around end-of-life care align with the themes of closure and achieving a state of completeness found with this energy.

22 (the fool): exploratory surgery

represents the unknown. aligns with entering a medical situation without knowing what will be found.

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