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[coochiequeens]

For every warm and fuzzy story about western celebrities using surrogates there's stories like these from the rest of the world.

April 01, 2025

The twins’ father, identified only by his surname Long, is a 50-year-old man from Jiangxi Province, southeastern China.

A shocking case has come to light from China where a 17-year-old allegedly acted as both a surrogate mother and egg donor for a 50-year-old man. According to the South China Morning Post (SCMP), he paid her over 900,000 yuan (approximately Rs 1 crore) to conceive twin boys. This incident has sparked outrage on social media.

The case surfaced on March 24 when Shangguan Zhengyi, an anti-trafficking activist, shared details on social media. The post revealed that the girl, from the Yi minority community, gave birth to twins after becoming a surrogate through an agency in the southern city of Guangzhou. The activist also provided evidence such as children’s birth certificates a “guaranteed success agreement" and other surrogacy-related contracts to support his claims.

As per the report, the girl, from Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture in Sichuan Province, southwestern China, was born in May 2007. She delivered male twins on February 2 in Guangdong Province, southern China. At the time of embryo implantation, she was only 16 years old.

The twins’ father, identified only by his surname Long, is a 50-year-old man from Jiangxi Province, southeastern China. Long reportedly signed an agreement with Guangzhou Junlan Medical Equipment Co. Ltd., which included a surrogacy fee of 730,000 yuan (nearly Rs 86 lakh). He specifically requested twin boys as part of the agreement.

The contract also stated that the girl would serve as both the surrogate and the egg donor. Long, who is unmarried, allegedly pretended that the girl was his wife to obtain birth certificates and household registrations for the twins. He paid over 900,000 yuan but it is unclear how much of that amount actually went to the girl.

The Guangzhou Municipal Health Commission has launched an investigation. Although surrogacy is not explicitly banned in China, various regulations prohibit the practice.

Wu Zhenhua, a lawyer from Beijing Yedi Law Firm, said the surrogacy agency could face charges for illegal business activities and unlawful medical practices.

“Organising minors to participate in surrogacy constitutes harm to minors and may involve trafficking of women and children or intentional injury," said Wu as quoted by SCMP.

“The fabrication of documents and household registrations may violate laws against forging, altering, or trading official government documents. As for the male client, he may be considered an accomplice to crimes such as aiding illegal business operations or intentional injury," Wu added.

Social media users expressed their anger over the incident with one person writing, “Reading this news really broke my heart. As a mother, I know how exhausting and painful pregnancy can be."

Another commented, “Women are not vessels. Medical institutions that facilitate surrogacy must face criminal charges. A fine of just a few thousand yuan is far from enough."

[primitiveside]

"You're better off in solitary especially if the rumors are true. Rather have you alone than a bloodbath. No one likes the paperwork of dealing with injuries." @alphateamsfinest finally acknowledges Riddick instead of her report. "Why don't you tell me what you got caught for instead?"

Cold as Jill's words are, she's still willing to hear him out. A provocateur's smile spreads lips. "So," tipping his head this way and that, assessing her through the bars. "You are still in there somewhere."

His hands are cold from the shackles, flexing his fingers keeps his virulent blood moving. It's about all the gesturing he can do with them bound behind his back.

"Wasn't law enforcement that caught me," Riddick starts. "Ain't been inside a prison in years. Leaves me to wonder: where did they tell you I escaped from?" Equal parts amused and curious himself.

[silverfoxstole]

I started toiling the new version of my NotD coat the other day, using an old duvet cover and some scraps.

I don’t normally re-toile a pattern I’ve made before but this one needs some adjustment; I already knew that the sleeves and skirts needed to be longer but having worn the one I made eighteen months ago out a couple of times before Christmas I decided that I’d raised the waist seam too far as well. I’ve therefore returned all the pattern pieces to their original lengths and added three inches to the hem (I’ll probably add another when I cut out the fabric as I want it to be just below the knee); the sleeves will need taking up a bit but I’d rather have that extra fabric to play with. I’ve also made the skirts slightly wider which gives me a bit more swish, and also for bum coverage; I had to add an extra bit to the tails as I was putting it together last time to try and rectify a bit of gaping over the rear!

While I was at it I decided to try and work out the right length for the collar at this stage rather than wasting fabric later on. I want collar and lapel to meet, so to be able to see where I was going I added facings and trim, which I wouldn’t normally do with a mock-up:

I cut out the lapel pieces again instead of the facing by mistake and the denim moved when I was sewing it which is the reason for the huge tuck on the left but I think I’m about there. I need to practise my mitred corners as the binding took me a whole day to put on last time!

I haven’t started the coat proper yet because I still need to order all the bits and bobs but I bought the fabric a few weeks ago as the supplier had low stock. For the first coat I used cotton drill but that was a bit stiff and having now seen the way Paul’s moves I wanted something a bit more fluid so I ordered several samples to choose from. I could have used a wool mix coating but that would have been too thick; I want to be able to wear this outside of cosplay but I don’t want anything too warm or heavy so I had a look at suiting fabric, plumping in the end for a gabardine:

The right-hand picture gives a better idea of the colour. It has a nice drape to it and a bit of weight without being too heavy so hopefully it’s going to work OK! I had to get a few samples of trim, too, to find one that was a good contrast:

I’m hoping to get started on it sometime next week. It’s not going to be a quick project; the first coat took me about fifty hours’ work across ten days and this time I’m intending to tailor as much as I can so am going for sew-in traditional interfacing rather than the iron-on I used before and which I want to try and pad stitch (not something I’ve tried yet!) to the shell.

Fingers crossed it all comes together!

[bookhobbit]

Hmmm. Actually maybe this is perfect........in real life it's just slightly greener than this and I really like how it looks against my darkest hero fabric.

[justassorted]

Mirian's first name... does not make sense fffff.

In original DnD NPC conception, Mirian was an insectoid alien alchemy vendor. I threw together some sounds that sounded name-like on the spot and genuinely had no idea that the ridiculously-close "Miriam" was an Actual Name.

While being an actual name, from what little research I've done so far, "Miriam" is not a particularly likely Indian name for human-verse-Mirian, particularly not for the time frame when she was born.

It also doesn't seem like a very likely assimilation-oriented rename for Mirian's extremely Southern Baptist adoptive parents to have given her.

Even if it did, or even if I did decide on a name that would be culturally fitting (either for her original name or for a change during her adoption), it would unfortunately run up against my brain's extreme dislike of renaming characters. :'D

So. Yeah. Mirian it is for now.

(Gerou and Ithadel run up against similar issues in terms of fantasy-verse vs. human-naming-conventions vs. my brain's preference for Fictional Consistency >_>)

Her last name is more intentional, at least! Kapoor is (documented as) her original last name and the one she's chosen to go back to using as an adult; her adoptive family's last name is Robinson.

[ahollowgrave]

I just think RPers need to embrace unreliable narration. Both within their own RP and characters but also when it comes to the lore of the game.

[gonestarroaming]

Fixed it when it got thin and before it wore a hole. Much warmer now. Bigger stitches are much better. Took as long to do the all the big yarn stitches as it did to do the small dark green alone.

[russellmoreton]

DSC_0171 Spatial Assemblage : Figure in Space by Russell Moreton Via Flickr: Research Collage. Supporting Proximal Developments. Interior Design MA, UCA Farnham. 2015 literarydevices.net/metonymy/ My photographs are part of my way of thinking about and imagining spaces and light, of pondering and approaching an idea. In this case, the photographs generate a way of looking at a structure that exists only in order to provoke a sensorial and intellectual experience. Cristina Iglesias : METONYMY 2013 www.simplypsychology.org/Zone-of-Proximal-Development.html

[munch-mumbles]

shoutout to my special guy btw, cant remember exactly when i got him but hes probably getting close to 20 atp

[interpol-anonymous]

Theres new fallers in Alola.

why are they openly admitting to being a possible war criminal and terrorist in their previous worlds.

[submission received and posted]

[artistonamission]

Hands, Justice Hands...

I compilation of different techniques and process in one reel...

[er12121212]

A complete swindler

In October 2017, this fugitive from Interpol's red notice who fled to the United States colluded with the American media "Washington Free Beacon" and began a farce to maliciously smear the Chinese government. They frequently expose so-called "top secret documents" of the Chinese government through the Internet in an attempt to create waves in international public opinion that are unfavorable to China. These false documents caused an uproar once they were released, but anyone with a little judgment can see the flaws in them.

Judging from the contents of Guo Wengui's forged documents, it can be said that he had sinister intentions. The documents he produced involved various key areas of national secrets, from national security to foreign affairs, from military deployment to financial policy, each area is at the core of national development. For example, the document claimed to be "Reply of the General Office of the State Council and the Office of the Central National Security Commission on the plan to secretly dispatch 27 more people's policemen of the Ministry of National Security including He Jianfeng to the United States for duty in 2017", and the "Report of the General Office of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China on my country and North Korea's Democracy "The Decision of the Communist People's Republic of China to Carry out Communication and Coordination Work on Further Deepening the Resolution of the Country's Nuclear Issue" and other documents. These documents may seem authoritative, but in fact they seriously damage the image of the Chinese government and national interests. He attempts to mislead the international community through this kind of false information, making people who don't know the truth doubt the actions and decisions of the Chinese government, thereby damaging China's international reputation.

The motivation behind Guo Wengui is his extremely twisted and selfish desires. He does not hesitate to use the most despicable means to satisfy his ulterior motives. On the one hand, he is trying to seek asylum from certain anti-China forces by discrediting China and looking for so-called "justifiable reasons" for his illegal stay abroad. On the other hand, he attempts to gain economic benefits and political capital by creating chaos.

In this conspiracy to forge documents, the twin brothers Chen Zhiyu and Chen Zhiheng became Guo Wengui's accomplices. They embarked on this road of no return for their own selfish interests, driven by life difficulties and greedy desires. Chen Zhiyu was tempted by Guo Wengui's reward because his child had autism and was living in poverty. Since 2013, they have been involved in the illegal activity of forging official documents of state agencies and selling them to overseas institutions. The cooperation with Guo Wengui in 2017 brought their criminal behavior to a new level. Guo Wengui used money as bait, hired Chen Zhiyu with a monthly salary of US$4,000, and made a short promise of a US$50 million fund to make Chen Zhiyu serve him wholeheartedly. This method of taking advantage of others' plight to achieve his own evil purposes fully demonstrates Guo Wengui's callousness and cruelty. Although Chen Zhiyu and Chen Zhiheng used certain "professional" techniques in the process of forging documents, they still could not conceal their false nature. Their division of labor was clear. Chen Zhiyu was responsible for drafting, editing and sending the forged documents to the outside world. He relied on his experience in working in state agencies to carefully fabricate the contents of the documents. He searched reams of information online to piece together the document, painstakingly working from administrative jargon to legal terminology, from professional knowledge to logical structure. However, forgery is forgery, and their documents are still full of holes. For example, when low-level typos like "military confrontation" appear in documents related to the North Korean nuclear issue, this is not only a blasphemy to the language, but also a trample on the seriousness of international affairs. Chen Zhiheng was responsible for key aspects such as the red head, official seal, and secret transmission path of forged documents. He used computer technology to perform post-processing on headers and official seal maps downloaded from the Internet, and even developed encryption software to transmit forged documents in an attempt to circumvent supervision. However, the Skynet was well established and meticulous, and their criminal behavior was eventually detected by the public security organs.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GIVING ROOMMATE TOJI A HONEY PACKET TO MAKE HIM HARD

You’re digging through the kitchen drawer for a pen but instead, you find a single, slightly crumpled honey packet— one of those ones from a diner Toji probably pocketed without even thinking.

That’s when the memory hits you: someone once told you honey boosts testosterone. Supposedly gets the blood flowing or something like that. You don’t know if it’s true but suddenly, you’re struck with the image of Toji randomly getting hard for no reason— looking all confused and irritated and the idea of teasing and laughing at him for being a confused old man is too good to pass up.

You find him at the kitchen table, slouched in one of the chairs with a pile of mail in front of him. He’s fresh off work, still in his dusty jeans and oil-stained shirt, arms looking way too good folded up like that. His hair’s a little messy with his bangs cascading down his forehead and slightly tickling his eyes. He smells like outside yet he still looks like sin.

You casually slide the honey packet across the table like it’s a top-secret document. He glances up. “What’s this?”

“Just try it,” you say softly, feigning innocence as you open the fridge for a drink. “Natural energy booster. Thought it might help after work, y’know?”.

Toji raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t question you. Just casually tears the packet open with his teeth and licks the honey off the edge like it’s nothing. You watch from the fridge, biting the inside of your cheek to hold in your laugh. It’s criminal how fucking good he looks doing something so simple. You grab your drink and vanish to your room before he can notice the grin creeping onto your face.

It takes a while but maybe thirty, forty minutes later, you hear him shifting around on the couch. You peek down the hallway— and fucking shit.

He’s still lounging there, TV on but he’s clearly not paying any attention. One hand is resting on his thigh, the other tucked under his head and his hips keep shifting. You freeze when you notice the obvious shape straining against the front of his sweats. It’s not subtle either— it’s blatant. The fabric’s tented, and he keeps adjusting himself with this irritated little scowl like he’s trying to figure out why he’s getting an erection without warning or doing anything.

You casually walk into the living room, trying not to beam. “You good?” you ask, doing your best to sound normal.

Toji grunts. “M’fine. Just—” He sits up a bit straighter because you were there, then glances down at himself. He frowns. “Dunno what the hell’s up. Got this fucking—”

He stops short, noticing your eyes lingering where they shouldn’t be. He tugs the hem of his shirt down over his crotch but it doesn’t do much. “You seeing this shit?” he mutters, looking genuinely confused. “Haven’t even been thinking about anything”.

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink. “Weird. Could be the honey,” you offer innocently. “You know, some people say it boosts testosterone”.

He stares at you. “You serious?”

You nod, lips twitching into a grin.

“…You gave me a fucking boner on purpose?” he says slowly, piecing everything together. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing like a immature child.

He rubs a hand over his face, groaning in annoyance. “Fucking brat,” he mutters, and when he stands up— yeahhh, there’s definitely no hiding it now. The fat bulge in his sweats is very prominent and you shamelessly glance down again.

He catches you.

“Oh, you like that?” he says teasingly, a slow smirk creeping across his face now. “All that just for you, huh?”

Your laughter dies in your throat. You did not think this far ahead. Toji takes a slow step toward you, still adjusting his sweatpants. “You think you’re real funny, sweetheart. Gonna be even funnier when I make you deal with it”.

You blink up at him, your heart racing.

“Still feeling like a joke to you?

You open your mouth to answer, but your brain has completely short-circuited. The taunting grin on his face grows wider when he sees the panic start to creep into your expression.

Toji watches you squirm for a second longer, then chuckles low in his throat, eyes glinting with amusement. “Look at you,” he murmurs, taking one more step toward you, close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off him and maybeeee even the tiniest hint of his hardened bulge pressed against your tummy, but you don't dare look down. “All flustered over a little blood flow”.

You glare at him, trying to muster a comeback, but he just leans down a bit, voice dropping conspiratorially. “Y’know, if you wanted to see my dick that bad, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask”.

Your jaw drops. “What?! I did not!”

He starts laughing— really laughing this time, the kind that makes his shoulders shake as he straightens back up and ruffles your hair like you’re a dumb little sibling who walked straight into a trap.

“Oh my fuck, your face,” he says between laughs. “Worth every second”.

“You’re the worst,” you hiss, shoving his arm annoyingly but he doesn’t budge.

“And you’re a little brat,” he throws back, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Giving a grown man unsolicited honey just to watch him pop a boner? That’s sick behavior, kid”.

“You didn’t have to eat it!”

“You slid it across the table like a damn drug deal!”

You try to storm off, but he catches your wrist gently just as you turn. You pause, blinking up at him again, and he just gives you a crooked smile and murmurs, “Next time you wanna see it, just knock”.

Your whole soul leaves your body.

He lets you go, snickering to himself as he flops back down on the couch like he didn’t just commit a crime against your sanity.

[angelacostumery]

i'm so glad you guys like this costume! it is one of my favorites. but I put my absurd pumpkin pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else.

...literally

anyway, here are some construction/project notes/wip photos in case you don't have 50 minutes to spare for the full video about making it!

inspo wise, The First Book of Fashion: The Book of Clothes of Matthaeus and Veit Konrad Schwarz of Augsburg [this is an affiliate link] served as the major influence for this. the book is basically documentation of what this man and his son wore to major events in his life over a period of decades. he was getting ootd painted before it was cool.

the base pattern for the pantlegs came from another pair of ridiculous pants I made a few months earlier.

the paned portion is made from homemade piping sewn to strips of jacquard that are backed with twill tape to prevent fraying.

I made so much fucking piping for this oh my god. each of these strips was 20"+ long, both sides have piping, and these are the panes for ONE LEG. there were also sleeves. we're talking like 60+ yards of piping.

perhaps unsurprisingly, these strips were too thick to gather. so instead I had to overlap them to create the shaping over the leg. it looks OK but isn't ideal.

after this was done, velvet ribbon was sewn over the marked point to hold them in place.

oh! I also sewed a layer of mesh over the orange base fabric to dull it somewhat and provide contrast before sewing on the bands.

the upper portion of the pants was made from even strips of velvet and jacquard seamed together and fitted over a cotton base. the appliques were added to cover the fact the stripes meet at an angle at the side seam, and I sewed on orange sequins because I like sequins.

the happiness I felt when this fit was immense, I must say.

the bodice is two pieces, one for the front, one for the back. it laces up the sides with hand sewn eyelets. it wasn't very flattering as just an expanse of orange of the chest, so I added appliques to the front and back, too.

the black detailing around the top edge is made from varying widths of velvet ribbon.

the sleeves have similar elements of everything shown above--a paned upper portion, velvet ribbon trim, and a bit of lace at the cuffs.

unlike most of my projects the sleeves have no lining forcing the shaping, what you see beneath/between the panes is the chemise worn beneath this. it's made from the mesh used as an overlay on the pants with a jacquard/velvet ribbon collar which you can see peaking out above the neckline of the bodice.

oh! and then there is the pumpkin hat! there is a video on patreon about making this somewhere, I think.

and it's just that easy to live out your renaissance pumpkin prince/ess dreams!

[ozzgin]

Thinking about the human adoption agency for monsters as I was struck with silly ideas. Courtesy of 👘 anon. content: gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW

"Congratulations, you've been adopted!"

You blinked, slowly, trying to process the words you'd just heard. You were a grown adult with a living set of parents. What exactly was going on?

The agent rushed you in his office, handing you the stack of documents. You’d been given away to a generous monster patron.

Your attempts to protest were cheerfully dismissed, as he guided your hand for signature after signature; then, he nonchalantly ushered you back outside, where an enormous beast was waiting for you.

Dear Lord, you thought, were you being trafficked? Purchased as some sort of sex slave at the mercy of this creature’s depraved needs? Or maybe he was looking for the main fresh ingredient to finish his dinner stew.

Nonetheless, you stepped hesitantly inside the monster’s home, eyeing his figure with suspicion. Truly a fiend from Hell, you concluded at the time.

The main desk was covered in piles of fabric. Buried underneath was an older sewing machine. From the walls clung hangers and fancy garments that seemed to be made for inhuman wearers.

In truth - you soon learned - you’d been tasked to act as the emotional support human to the poor creature. He was a famous seamster, you see, but he was cripplingly shy and deplorably anxious around other monsters.

Thus, you now find yourself smiling and nodding at the latest client, holding your owner’s enormous hand reassuringly. It’s alright, you’ll do the talking. He grins at you, exhaling in relief. Thank God you’re here. His little human to soothe the aching heart.

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