#medical experimentation

[reality-detective]

* * * History Lesson * * *

1918 Spanish flu experiment gone horribly wrong - Injecting bacteria and vaccine shedding… 🤔

[heyftinally]

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me."

Somehow I don't think this is where Taylor Swift was raised.

Asylums we centers of horrific abuse, primarily of disabled people.

They were tied or chained up.

They were experimented on.

They were sexually abused and raped.

They were beaten.

They were degraded.

They were neglected.

They were murdered.

Asylums served as a way to hide away people with disabilities from society, pretend they never existed, and leave them to die alone, afraid, and in pain. Many having little to no idea why.

The fact that Taylor Swift, an able bodied, neurotypical billionaire who has never encountered even a fraction of the oppression asylum victims did and disabled people still do, thinks this is an acceptable metaphor is nothing short of selfish, vile, out of touch ableism.

She is profiting off of the abuse and the murder of disabled people. She's making light of their abuse by comparing it to her cushy, well to do childhood.

Let's take a look at Taylor Swift's "asylum":

Huge house. Huge yard. Detached two-car garage. In ground pool.

This is not an asylum. It's a home. She had a home. She had her family around her. That family did what they could to support her and make her successful.

That is not asylum life.

She was not experimented on by doctors who believed she was incapable of thinking or feeling. She was not left for dead because nobody could be bothered to clean and feed her when she was incapable of doing so herself. She was not denied access to society or human connection. She was not murdered for being disabled.

Might she have been abused? Sure. Abuse does not make an asylum.

This lyric is nothing short of ableist, and it demonstrates with incredible clarity that Taylor Swift only supports minorities when it makes her look good and suits her purposes. She doesn't care about actually being informed about oppression or being a good person. She'll use minorities in whatever ways she believe will rake in the most profit. She doesn't care who she hurts, as long as she adds another couple millions to her billions.

It's time to demand some real accountability.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Mary Harrington

Published: Feb 19, 2024

A new study challenges the common assertion that gender-dysphoric youth are at elevated risk of suicide if not treated with “gender affirming” medical interventions. If it’s true, it ought to have a seismic impact on the accepted medical approach to gender-confused youth.

Reported in the BMJ, the study examines data on a Finnish cohort of gender-referred adolescents between 1996 and 2019, and compares their rates of all-cause and suicide mortality against a control group. While suicide rates in the gender-referred group studied were higher than in the control group, the difference was not large: 0.3% versus 0.1%. And — importantly — this difference disappeared when the two groups were controlled for mental health issues severe enough to require specialist psychiatric help.

In other words: while transgender identity does seem to be associated with elevated suicide risk, the link is not very strong. What’s more, the causality may not work the way activists claim.

The association between gender dysphoria and mental illness is well-documented by both providers of “gender-affirming care” and trans advocacy groups and clinical psychology research. But one less well-evidenced claim, based on this association, is that these difficulties are caused not by being transgender, but by the political and social stigma associated with it. Gender dysphoria, we are to understand, is not in itself a mental health issue. What causes mental health issues in transgender youth — up to and including suicide — is the wider world’s rejection of their identity, and of the metaphysical frame of “gender identity” as such.

This is the root of the oft-repeated social media assertion that anyone who demurs about trans identity, however mildly, is complicit in “trans genocide”. The same assertion that invalidating trans youth makes them kill themselves is also behind the rhetorical question routinely used to browbeat parents into consenting to social and medical transition for their gender-confused offspring: “Would you rather have a live daughter or a dead son?”

It’s behind the prohibition on “trans conversion therapy” already in force in several countries, and promised by the Labour Party in England too. Such measures forbid therapists from exploring with their clients whether there is any link between their gender dysphoria and — for example — life trauma or other mental health issues. For logically, if the cause of distress and suicidality in trans people is not being accepted for who they are, any therapist who seeks to explore links between gender dysphoria and other biographic or psychiatric issues is complicit in just this kind of non-acceptance, and is thus not helping but harming their client.

But as the study puts it: “Clinical gender dysphoria does not appear to be predictive of all-cause nor suicide mortality when psychiatric treatment history is accounted for.” Rather, what predicts risk in this population is “psychiatric morbidity”. And contra the activists, transitioning does nothing to reduce it: “medical gender reassignment does not have an impact on suicide risk.”

Every suicide is a tragedy, and leaves grieving loved ones behind. No one wants to be complicit in pushing a young person down that path. So the suggestion that questioning someone’s gender beliefs may have this effect serves as a powerful emotional cudgel. But if the Finnish study is correct, this whole rhetorical, legislative, and medical edifice may be built on sand. If the elevated risk of suicidality in trans youth disappears when you control for other psychiatric difficulties, this suggests strongly that trans youth are not more at risk due to transphobia or invalidation, but due to the well-documented fact that gender dysphoria tends to occur in people who are disturbed and unhappy more generally.

It ought to follow from this that the way to manage suicide risk in trans-identified young people is not to affirm their gender identity and whisk them off for medical interventions, but to watch for and treat psychiatric comorbidities. Ultimately, though, the claims of gender ideology are less scientific than metaphysical. So don’t expect scientific evidence that contradicts its prescriptions to have much impact on trans advocates. Even if “following the science” would make a real difference to suicide risk in gender-dysphoric youth.

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History will view "gender affirming care" advocates the same way we view lobotomy advocates.

[professornightmare]

Imagine going to a sorority house. Take all its inhabitants to your laboratory.

Anesthetize them personally.

And to be able to practice all the procedures in the manual on them... and one or another experimental

[aziraphales-library]

Hi hi! I’m wondering if there’s any fics where Crowley or aziraphale get experimented on, or maybe like one of them is used for show you get what I mean? im having a hard time finding any. Thank you in advance ! 😊

Hello, and no I don't think I get what you mean. But here are a couple of fics featuring characters being experimented on. Mind the tags and warnings!...

Both in Concupiscence and in Disgust by rowenablade (E)

The angel holding the needle smiles and pats Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Relax,” he says. “This isn’t a punishment.”

Tarnished Gold and Burning Eyes by ranguvar82 (M)

Heavenly Labs is the pride and joy of Tadfield. It sits high on the hill, white and beautiful. But beauty is only skin deep. This place has an ugly secret that goes right down to the bone.

When Things Get Super Weird (it's my time to shine) by lucky_spike (T)

Gabriel has gone missing, which is troubling. More troubling, the armed forces that did the actual spiriting-away seem to have some sort of technology that blocks miracles altogether. But why? To what end? To where? And how many cryptids are in this place? - “It’s Gabriel: he’s gone.” Crowley pondered that for just a fraction of a second before he snickered. “First God, then Lucifer, now Gabriel too? Good riddance. Can’t help you out with killing him though, conflict of interest I think. I would, but -” “I don’t want you to kill him, you idiot. I need you to find him.” That was unexpected enough to give him a start, and he squinted back down through the window, this time at the fuzzy top of the oversized fly (hat? He’d never been sure) on Beelzebub’s head. “What?” “I’m not shouting the entire bloody situation at you through the door.”

- Mod D

[tblsomedoodles]

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more Donnie VS The World content. It makes me vibrate and scream and wiggle like I'm off my meds. I would love anything, even a solid block of text, but your doodles/full artworks/comics are my favorite.

Please? All I've found so far is what we see in the donnieverse comic and the MVA/AMV (music video animatic/animatic music video). So many questions, like - is Casey (Sr) involved in any way, whethercas a fellow captive or rescue mission teammate? Is this the True Apocalypse or Averted Apocalypse timeline? If the latter, where is Casey (Jr)? How is Splinter handling it? (Is he even still alive to be Having Emotions About It?)

(Please feed me.

B L E A S E)

(If you don't mind, could you show/tell how Donnie escapes, one of his first Big Leads that gives him so much hope he cries, and/or the Big Reunion? One would be nice, two would be great, and all three would be amazing. If they aren't planned/are too spoilery, that's okay. Anything you can/are willing to give would be lovely.)

Thank you!! I'm glad you like it : ) I don't think I've answered many asked about this particular au, so i'm more than willing to talk about it! : )

I don't really have much up for it, mostly b/c it deals with a lot of angsty material that i can be a little uneasy about posting. I have a bit of old concept art, and an unposted fic i'm editing/rewriting (b/c it's the first fic i wrote for Rise and i did not have those character voices down lol.) I can probably post the first bits of it later this week. I did say at one point that i would once 'proud family tradition' was over, and it now is.

but yeah, here's the concept art, i'll put the explanation under the break b/c i'm going to be rambling lol.

So Donnie vs. takes place after the thwarted apocalypse (not-apocalypse future). They get taken by Bishop a few months afterwards, and it isn't until about a year after that, that Donnie gets free.

He's the last one still with Bishop at that point, and had been told/convinced through various means that his brothers were dead.

Bishop did a lot of experiments on him, leaving a lot of scaring. One of which was injecting him with Krang DNA to see what would happen. (the eye and veins thing. I think he has some side effects from that but i'm not entirely certain what they are atm)

The fic itself starts after his rescue, b/c i'm focusing on Donnie's search for his brothers (and his own recovery) Rather than the traumatic event itself.

The rescue itself, was certainly a rescue. April, Casey, and CJ worked together to get him out of there as well as gain whatever information they could before they were found out. (Casey went undercover and was able to get some incomplete files and help get donnie out before she was discovered and had to leave.)

donnies in...pretty bad shape at that point, mentally and physically. Physically, he's malnurished, injured, scared, the works. Bishop did a number on him in the year he had him.

Mentally, he's pretty much shut down. He's completely non-verbal, unresponsive most of the time, when he does respond it's very slow and seemingly difficult for him to do so. He describes it that it feels like he's behind several plates of thick glass. He can see and hear what's happening, interacting (or even just feeling anything about it) is very hard to get past the glass.

How he goes from that state to hunting down his brothers is fairly simple. One of the broken, encripted files Casey acquired was Leo's file. None of the three could open it, but they managed to get Donnie to try to do so. He manages it, sees the file, and for the first time in about a year, has hope. He doesn't even wait to show the other three, he just takes off while no one was looking, with April's laptop and CJ's coat (he steals a backpack along the way.)

I don't really want to say much past that. A lot of the rescues/reunions are pretty spoiler heavy, and i don't want to ruin some of the mystery of what's going on in the fic. But know this, he does get all his brothers (and family in general) back. Also, splinter is alive and is part of this, but again, that's spoilers for some things i don't want to ruin.

Again, i'll probably start posting this sometime this week. It's an interesting fic that i've put quite a bit of time into at this point, so i'll be excited to see what is thought of it.

Thank you!

[mysteriouslypleasantdreamland]

I saw someone questioning what would happen if caffeine was injected directly into the veins. A story started to form in my mind and after doing some research and with Halloween not too far this came together. Hope you all like it!

The Caffeine Experiment

Melinda sat nervously in the chair, toying with her black curly hair. She hated doing medical things when they had to be done out of necessity as it was, doing it on her free time on a weekend wasn’t any better. If anything it was worse. But she needed the money, sure she made a decent living as a cosmetologist, but they were just getting by, it wasn’t enough to cover mom’s medical bills. This add she came across said they were looking for someone in their 20-30s, over all in good health, and had no issues with caffeine consumption. With the money they offered, she could pay all of mom’s hospital bills and more. Plus this was a legitimate legal way of getting extra money, hard to argue with that.

“Melinda Curtis,” a brunette women in a well dressed suit called from behind the door. Melinda got up and hurried into the office. The women handed Melinda a clipboard and a pen. “Before we can go further I need you to read and sign this. It says you know you’re parts of a Phase One drug trial and that there are risks. The ones listed on here are ones we know about so far. It’s up to you to follow up with your primary care physician and tell them you participated in this study…”the secretary ran on and on about the legal implications of taking part and everything.

“When do I get paid,” Melinda asked. “First the doctor does a basic health assessment. If all goes well, you’ll go through with the test. Once the test is over you can expect a payment sent within three to five business days.” Melinda shifted nervously, this seemed almost too good to be true. “If you don’t meet our requirements, we’ll compensate you for your time and keep you in our file for other studies.” Melinda could sense impatience from the woman, so she grabbed the clipboard and signed in all the necessary places.

Next, Melinda was lead into another room. Half of it was an office, with a nice looking desk and chair with a desktop computer. The other half had an exam table and a tray holding various other medical instruments. Two men were standing in the room wearing nice clothes under white coats. The first one had black hair with flecks of grey and some wrinkles to his face and dark colored eyes. The other man was younger, almost looked something like a model or a potential bodybuilder, with red hair and green eyes. “Thank you Juliette, you may go for the evening,” the older man said. The woman left and soon it was Melinda and the two gentlemen in the room. “Hello. I am Dr. Blackwell,” the older gentleman said. He then gestured towards the younger man.“And this is Dr. Masen. He will be assisting me today.” Dr Masen gave a pleasant smile. “Hello.” “Now if you can just take off your coat and hop up onto the exam table. I want to get started right away.” “No health question?” “I’ll ask as I go along. Dr. Masen will write everything down.” Dr. Masen had a clipboard and pen in hand. With out a second thought Melinda did as she was told.

First it was the usual. Height, weight, any known health problems, family history. The first few minutes were the sound of her talking and the pen writing on paper. Next the doctor took her temperature and pulse at the same time. “Temperature normal, pulse a little fast, but regular. Nervous are we?” Melinda bit down on her lip, feeling a blush creeping across her face. “Don’t fret my dear, you’re doing very well. You’re a very healthy young lady.” Dr. Blackwell started wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. It’s was a quick squeeze and then released. “Blood pressure within normal range.” The next thing he did was take the stethoscope from around his neck and place the ear pieces before placing the disc to her chest. “Breathe in and out dear.” Melinda did as she was told. He asked her to do the same thing a couple more times as he moves the disc around her back and chest before having it rest at her heart, breathing normally again. He took what seemed like an unusually long time listing. He also moves the disc around, going under her v neck shirt with a look of desire in his eye. Melinda felt her heart start racing the more he was listening. “Is there anything else you needed to know, doctor.” “Yes, how much caffeine do you consume on average?” “About two to three cups a coffee a day.” “Exercise regularly?” “I ride my bike every. It helps save on gas.” “Well everything looks good, you’re just what we’re looking for.” Melinda wanted to jump up and down. She got through the worst part hopefully and now it was easy money. “Thank you so much. So, what happens next, as far as the drug trial I mean.” “Oh you don’t have to do anything my dear, you’re just going to take a nice little nap.” Before Melinda could comprehend anything, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and before she could scream and intense heat spread through out her body. As she collapsed to the floor, she saw Dr. Manson standing over her with a syringe in his hand and a smirk on his face. Soon everything started to go dark and the two voices we’re getting farther and farther away.

The first thing Melinda was aware of when she woke up was that it was cold. She went to try and wrap her arms around herself but she couldn’t. She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in a dimly lit room. “Oh your finally awake.” She turn over and saw the two doctors from before. They were now wearing black scrubs under white coats and they were standing next to various metal trays. Soon a blinding light came on over head. After blinking a couple times Melinda saw why she couldn’t move, she was strapped down to a table with her arms stretched to the sides. She looked down at herself and saw she was naked except for the pair of panties she was wearing. She tried to move with little effort, she tried to scream but nothing came out. “Don’t waste your breath,” Dr. Blackwell said. “I’ve injected you with something that will keep you silent for the next couple hours at least, and if you do scream no one will hear you, this room is completely sound proof.” The doctors adjusted the trays and various equipment as Melinda continued to squirm and try to break free of the restraints. “Oh calm down dear. Were not going to hurt you. You need to relax or you’ll only make things worse.” Dr. Blackwell put a hand to her cheek which caused more panic to set it. “I guess I should explain. You see, this drug trial you signed up for is not just a caffeine medication. I want to be the first doctor to find a safe way to get caffeine directly into the bloodstream, with little to no side effects.” Soon she felt something clamp onto her index finger. She looked over and saw a machine that gave off numbers. Dr. Masen came over and started placing leads all over her chest and couple other parts of her body and hooking them up to a machine. “I’ll be recording the sounds your lovely heart is making during this experiment. For several uses.” Dr. Masen started wrapping and automated blood pressure cuff around her arm. What uses? Why didn’t they tell her any of this in the first place? Where they going to kill her when they were done.“Don’t fuss my dear. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish, and the sooner you leave and be paid. Melinda tried desperately to ask questions but with no success. Soon she saw Dr. Blackwell turn on a camera.

“This is Dr.Blackwell . This is the first use of our new caffeine drug on a human subject. One full shot of this drug is equivalent to four cups of coffee. With me is Dr. Masen, top cardiologist and a specialist in biochemistry.” “Thank you Dr. Blackwell. So far the other tests we’ve done have looked promising. As you’ve said we’re now ready to move on to use in a human subject. Here we have a female, late 20s, average height and weight. Overall good health, generally consumes a fair amount of caffeine.” Melinda got more and more scared. She saw him go to pick something up. She closed her eyes not wanting to see what was going to happen to her. The next thing she felt was an ice cold feeling on her left breast and heard a fast thudding through out the room.

Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a

It took a moment for Melinda to realize that sound was that of her own heart beating. The sound matched the pounding she was feeling in her chest. She opened her eyes and saw a microphone with a stethoscope piece attached had been tapped over her left breast, bouncing up and down with each beat. The blood pressure cuff tightened for a moment and then released. “Heart rate and blood pressure elevated.” Dr. Masen started writing down on a clip board. Dr. Blackwell came up and typed a rubber band around her left arm, then started tapping the inside of it.Next he open up a sanitizer wipe. Melinda was terrified of needles. Just the smell of the rubbing alcohol made her heart go even faster. “Don’t like needles do we,” Dr. Blackwell asked before he chuckled. “Don’t fret my dear. It’ll only hurt a moment.” Before she could blink he inserted the needle, shock went through her body and tried desperately to scream only to open her mouth and have nothing come out. The sound her heart was making was almost unexplainable. The way it echoed in the room one might think it was trying to escape from her chest. “There, there.” Dr. Masen came along side her and started stroking her hair. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll give you oxygen if needed and if worst case scenario your heart stops or goes out of rhythm we have a defibrillator to shock it back.” Melinda felt horror through out her body. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print before she signed that contract. Then again they probably weren’t counting on that and that’s how she ended up in this mess. Soon an IV was set up and a saline solution was going through. “Starting with 10cc of caffeine supplement.” Dr. Blackwell stated. There was a stinking sensation as the caffeine went into Melinda’s IV. For a second, she didn’t feel anything. Then she felt her chest get tighter, and her heart started to beat faster if that were even possible.

ThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpa

Soon she started panting. It almost felt as if she run a full marathon without stopping. “Vitals above normal range. No signs of serious or dangerous effects.” Dr. Blackwell stated as Dr. Masen wrote on a clipboard. After a minute or two, the feeling went away and Melinda relaxed. “Injecting 20 ccs of caffeine supplement.” Soon everything started all over again, only a little more intense ear and lasted a little bit longer. After what felt like a sprint up hill, Melinda felt her body relax a little. “Vitals still elevated but still in good range. This is where it gets dangerous because now the higher we go, the more we increase the chance of sending the test subjects heart into an irregular rhythm or stopping it altogether.”

To be continued…

[bloodybosom]

The Iowa Induced Nightmare Experiments

[spenglersglasses]

Hey there Ghostbuster lovers!!!!!

II know it has been a WHILE since we hung out but I'm back again with the next chapter of my Egon x OC Molly fic!

I hope you all enjoy!

(Special thanks to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the dividers)

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info on my main blog @copiousloverofcopia

Things have fallen on hard times for the members of the Ghostbusters when the memory of saving the world from the threat of supernatural destruction fades in the minds of the city. Now, with each of them going their separate ways, Egon joins up with another scientist to share a lab so he can continue his experiments. When an innocent mistake by his lab mate leads to a mix up that could mean big consequences for Egon, he must choose whether or not to reveal the truth to Molly, the test subject or keep it secret forever.

Observations in Love

Chapter 4: Halloween

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven't started yet? Start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

“Molly, wait!” Egon called out as Molly stormed down the block. Her eyes were fixed straight forward, refusing to look back at him. How could he know a thing like that and not tell her? Why would he not tell her that she was pregnant with his child, before deciding to make a fool of them both in the middle of her friend’s party. 

“I have nothing to say to you right now Dr. Spengler.” she huffed, finally reaching the doors to her building. Egon chased after her as fast as he could, grateful that he managed to catch up as Molly struggled to find her key. Hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, faced with his general lack of athleticism. Huffing and puffing as he tried to decide what he should say next. 

“Please.” he begged; Molly let out a sigh before she turned around to face him. She could see in eyes he was angry with himself. Molly, realizing that while it was a stupid mistake Egon hadn't meant to hurt her. The revelation, forcing her to consider if it really was just his haphazard announcement that was bothering her. 

Molly had to face the facts. She was in love with the odd scientist and former ghostbuster even though she had only barely acknowledged it aloud. Everything was happening so fast; she felt her head spinning. Am I really pregnant…with Egon’s baby, she thought. 

The irony wasn’t lost on her. She knew she should be thrilled, ecstatic even at the news. Instead, all she could think of was the interaction between him and Janine. It was true they had broken things off long ago, but had his feelings towards her really changed? 

For all intents and purposes, he barely knew Molly. If Janine wanted him back, would he abandon her? Leave her to be with the woman he loved, instead of someone he accidentally became involved with? Molly couldn’t bear the thought of it.

Egon had managed to pull himself together enough to step up beside her on the stoop. “Go ahead, say what you need to say.” Molly huffed; her mouth pressed into a tight, thin line. Trying her best to hold back her frustration—her tears.

“It was an accident. I would have never blurted it out like that had he not…” Egon began, ranting away before realizing that he was shifting the blame. “No…no that’s not right. I’m sorry. I should have been more discreet.” Molly felt the tears beginning to well in her eyes as she nodded in response.

“More so Egon, you should have told me first! You knew this whole time and said nothing. How long did you know about the baby?” she asked him. Hearing her own words as they left her, rendered her speechless. Both their hearts thumping as Egon stared deeply into Molly’s eyes. Wanting desperately to kiss her. 

“That’s right—we’re having a baby.” he smiled, pulling Molly towards him, and leaning into her. The two of them instinctively closed their eyes as the heat of their lips pressed together. Molly shoved him back, worried that she had jumped too fast. Egon stood still in confusion, staring back at her.

“What's wrong?” He asked. Molly took in a deep breath, knowing if she didn't say anything now then whatever came after this moment could be ruined. 

“What—what about Janine?” She asked, feeling embarrassed to have even brought it up. Egon smiled, pulling Molly’s tearful face into his hands. Cupping her soft cheeks in his palms.

“Molly. Janine and I are long over. It's true that we were close. That at one time I had asked her to marry me…but despite how much we tried we just couldn't make things work—we are incompatible together.” He explained.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound sure.” She asked him, the hints of hope present in her voice. Egon smiled, finding himself laughing a bit at just how adorable a jealous Molly could be. 

“I am sure…a couple can't make it work when they both want different things in life.” he explained. Molly listened, staring down at her feet. Shuffling a bit as she tried to bring herself to say what needed to be said next.

“Do we?” She mumbled; Egon barely able to discern her words. Molly, wondering if she had said them out loud at all. 

“Do we what?”

“Do we want the same things?” she repeated. Her hands, coming to rest on the small of her belly. Egon’s eyebrows raised, knowing now exactly what she meant. He placed his hand over hers and smiled. 

“Yes. Yes, we do.” 

“Egon…” Molly began, the two of them moments away from sharing a kiss when the sound of someone approaching came upon them. 

“Oh, shit Mol, here you are! Are you ok?” Sam asked her, inadvertently ruining the moment between them. She had managed to sneak away from the party and track them down. Figuring that Molly would run home. 

“I'm fine Sam thank you, just tired and needed to leave. I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the party for you.” She explained. 

“Girl… no. You didn’t ruin anything. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Elaine and I are worried about you…and Seth…well.”

“LET’S…not talk about him.” Molly insisted, turning her sights to Egon. It was clear to Sam that with the news of Molly’s pregnancy, things between her and the new beau had suddenly become a lot more complicated.

“No worries… I uh…” Sam continued, struggling to find the words, when Egon chimed in. 

“Listen, I should go. Let you get some rest tonight. I will be back to see you in the morning.” Egon assured her, realizing that Sam was going to be hard pressed to leave her friend after the night they’d just had.

“Yeah, I got it all taken care of Dr. Spengler.” Sam assured him. Egon smiled and turned to walk down the steps when Molly reached out and touched his shoulder.  

“No wait… you don't have to go.” she whined, shooting Sam an annoyed look. Understandably upset at her friend for having dismissed him without her consent. 

“It's ok, really. I will see you bright and early…after all we have a lot to discuss.” He said, smiling up at her. Molly couldn’t help but smile back. Her cheeks still flush from their kiss. 

“Ok.” she lamented. Sam, nodding as she helped Molly inside the building. Egon returning home. His fingers tracing his lips, reminiscing in the memory of their kiss. 

Molly awoke the next day with a slight headache. Sam still passed out on the sofa in the living room as she got up to make herself something to eat. Settling for a small cup of blueberry yogurt and a half-eaten granola bar, before sitting at her kitchen table. Her hand, occasionally finding its way to her stomach.

It was strange, knowing there was a child inside her. A piece of her and Egon with her even now while they were apart. Sam was even more surprised at the news. Telling her friend that her life was beginning to sound like something out of a made for TV film. The two of them laughed as they thought about how Elaine would respond to the news. Molly, never more excited to think that a family, a whole family, was in the cards for her after all. 

She devoured her breakfast quickly, feeling quite ravenous after not eating much the night before. The sounds of her in the kitchen, stirring Sam awake. Her friend joined her at the small table. From the sour look on her face, it was clear she was feeling the effects of all her drinking at the party. 

“Ah… I didn’t even have that much.” Sam groaned. 

“You gonna make it?” Molly chuckled. Sam sneered at her as she felt her stomach twisting and turning. 

“How is it you're the one pregnant and I'm the one who feels like she might puke?” 

“Ha ha very funny.” Molly smirked. Casually glancing over to the clock to see that it was already almost 9am. “Shit… you sticking around for Egon? He will probably be here soon. He’s very punctual.” 

“I can imagine.” Sam said with a raised brow, “So weird you’re having your boyfriend's baby without even having slept with him.” Molly’s face went bright red. 

Well if you hadn’t come over last night that might not have been the case, Molly thought to herself. Only smiling on the outside as Sam managed to pull herself out of the chair and head back into the living room. “Where are you going?”

“I’m grabbing my stuff so you and Loverboy can be alone sheesh.” Sam said, rolling her eyes, “I want all the details later… I’m gonna head back and see how badly jacked the place is.”

“Ok” Molly laughed as Sam disappeared through the front door. 

Egon had been tossing and turning all night. His eyes bagged and dark from the lack of sleep as he made his way into Ray’s Occult Books before heading to Molly’s. This situation had been kept close to the chest, Egon choosing to keep it all to himself before evolving anyone else in his affairs. With a baby well on its way however, the one person he had to tell was Ray.  

He walked in through the back entrance, long before the store opened, to find Ray sorting through last month's books. Trying to find somewhere to scrounge up a few extra dollars to make this month's rent. The store had always been a passion for Ray, the only thing he had that was his. After the Ghostbusters went under and he lost all his money from the house, this was all that was left. Egon was always there to help whenever possible, but today he was the one who needed it most.

“Good morning, Ray.” Egon said, handing his friend a cup of coffee. 

“Egon? What’s got you over here so early? Everything alright?” Ray asked him. It wasn’t like him to show up unannounced so early in the morning looking like something the cat dragged in from his lack of sleep.

“I need to talk.” Egon said plainly, taking a seat opposite Ray at the desk. 

“Ok, shoot.” Ray said as he went to take a sip from his cup. 

“I’m going to be a father.” Egon confessed, Ray choking on the coffee and making a mess of himself with the news.

“Is this a joke? Did Peter put you up to this?” 

“No, nothing like that, I'm serious.” Egon explained, and from the look in his eyes Ray could tell he wasn’t kidding. Grabbing some tissues and cleaning himself off as he let out a sigh.

“Well, that's unexpected. I didn’t even know you were dating anyone. Who is she?”

“Molly.” 

“Molly? The girl at the research lab?” Ray asked him. Though Egon was rather vague, he had mentioned her to Ray a few times. While Ray figured Egon had a crush on her, there was nothing Egon ever told him to think things had progressed as far as this. 

“Yes… it's a long story.” Egon explained. Ray raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. 

“I bet… Well then, I’m all ears.” he responded. Egon was grateful to have him to talk to. It didn’t take long to let Ray in on the chaos that had become Egon’s life. His feelings for Molly growing, then the accident at the lab, and confessing it all to Molly. Ray’s head had begun spinning with all that had happened in such a short amount of time. 

“So you… you haven’t even slept with her?” he asked Egon. the normally deadpanned scientist blushing. 

“I–ah, yeah that's right.” he confirmed, swallowing back as Ray shrugged. 

“I mean hey shit happens. I suppose you’ll be making up for that though.” Ray chuckled. Egon looked unsure. “What?”

“Last night I may have accidentally announced the pregnancy to her entire friend group. We were at a party and...”

“Party? You actually went to a party… well now I know you love this girl. I can’t even get you to crawl outta the lab unless foods involved." Ray laughed, Egon nodding in agreement. It was clear to Ray that Egon had a lot to sort out. The feeling only intensified when Egon explained his mess up. Ray was compassionate of course, but let Egon know that he had definitely overstepped. 

“Well, there is no going back now. All the two of you can do is move forward… I mean you’re gonna have a kid. Wait until the guys hear about this…” Ray said when Egon shot him a look, “...that is when you’re ready to tell them of course.”

“I appreciate the discretion, Ray. Listen, I have to go. I am supposed to meet with her this morning.” Egon explained as he stood up from the chair and headed back out the way he came.

“Go get her tiger!” Ray cheered as Egon reached the threshold, rolling his eyes as he disappeared from the doorway. 

It was a chilly, however uncharacteristically nice day for this time of year in the boroughs. Egon had been walking along, so lost in his own thoughts that when he found himself at Molly’s building he had no idea how he’d gotten there. The last few weeks had felt so surreal that he could hardly think of anything else. He tried to shake off his nerves before pressing the button to ring her apartment when Sam came through the door.

“Oh! Dr. Spengler.” she smiled, barely missing running into him. Egon, smiling at her as he moved out of her way.

“Good morning, Sam.”  

“She’s waiting on you…but uh don’t tell her I said that.” she laughed, Egon’s heart beginning to pound. 

“I won’t.” he responded as Sam reached the sideway, turning back around as Egon started inside. 

“Oh and Dr. Spengler…” she began as he turned back to face her. “Happy Halloween.”

“Same to you.” he told her as he walked inside. It was Halloween already, Molly’s favorite holiday. The thoughts of this time next year having their own little trick or treater had begun filling his mind. A baby to be born sometime in the summer, bouncing around as a happy chubby little thing dressed up as a little dinosaur, a princess, or maybe even a ghost? 

The possibilities had filled him with joy. A feeling so intense that Egon thought he might burst. A kind of happiness he had never felt before and never expected he would ever feel. Knocking on Molly’s door with the imaginations of them together all dressed in costume for baby’s first Halloween still heavy on his mind.

“Good morning.” Molly said as she answered the door. Giving Egon a hug before allowing him inside. The two of them, sitting together on her small couch in the living room, both of them feeling the intention of being so close once again.  

“How are you feeling?” Egon asked her as he brought his hand out to take hers. Molly smiled, bringing her own hand once more to her belly. It’s new favorite resting place just below her navel. 

“We’re fine. No symptoms yet.” she giggled. The sound of her voice coupled with how beautiful she looked, sent Egon’s heart soaring. This gorgeous and kindhearted woman was going to be the mother of his child and as far as Egon was concerned, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I’m glad. I wanted to tell you Molly I am so sorry about last ni–”

“It’s ok, Egon. I’m over it. Let’s put it behind us ok… we have much more important stuff going on.” Molly smiled. 

“Listen… What are your plans for tonight? After all, it's Halloween.” Egon smiled, Molly’s face turning to panic. 

“Oh my god I completely forgot. I must be losing it.” she laughed. “I actually don’t have any other than the party last night… did you have something in mind?” 

“Why don’t you and I head to the store and grab some candy and a bite for lunch. We can spend the day together talking… you know, getting to know each other better.” Egon explained. The idea made Molly feel more than a little excited. She had been wanting to be with him for so long and now with the baby on the way, things were almost perfect. 

“And the candy?” she asked him.

“We can hand it out to the trick or treaters.” he told her, watching as she began to tear up, still smiling brightly as if she had never felt happier. 

“I love that idea.”

Molly and Egon had spent the day together. Fighting the crowds at the store for all the other last minute candy shoppers. Molly, poking fun at Egon for devouring a bag of fun size crunch bars before they even made it back home. The two of them, dropping off the bags of candy before walking to a local diner. 

Molly hadn’t felt like eating much, but Egon insisted. Reminding her that it wasn’t only herself that she would be nourishing with her club sandwich and side of fries. Molly, heeding his request as the two of them talked for hours. 

Egon continued to apologize for his behavior at the party. Explaining to Molly everything between him and Janine. He wanted to be married, have children, move on in life and Janine was just not ready and he wasn’t sure if she ever would be. Eventually it was two much for the two of them to overcome. 

Molly had felt so relieved, though also a bit guilty for feeling so. Quickly changing the conversation to other things. Eventually the two of them ended up getting kicked out of the diner to make room for other patrons. Laughing as they grabbed their coats and dashed out onto the sidewalk.

“So have you always wanted a family?” Egon asked her as they walked back to her apartment. Trying to continue their conversation they’d begun inside the diner.

“Ever since I was little…” she smiled, squeezing Egon’s hand as they walked. 

“Can I ask something?” Egon inquired cautiously. Molly, nodding for him to continue. “Why someone like Seth? Someone like you could’ve been married and had a bunch of kids… why this idea with him?” Molly grew a bit quiet. It was an easy answer, though it wasn’t one she was sure Egon would believe. 

“It just never happened for me. I mean I began to grow impatient. The dating scene here in the city is not exactly quality.” she laughed, Egon following along with her. “I just knew I wanted to be a mom and Seth, despite his behavior at the party, is a good guy.” Suddenly Egon began becoming a bit uncomfortable. Hoping there wasn’t something between them he had overlooked. 

“Do you…do you love him?” he asked her, frightened to know the answer. 

“I do, but not romantically. He’s a good friend Egon…that's all.” she assured him, taking hold of his face and pulling him down to kiss his cheek. “I—” she began, the words of love for her companion dancing on the edge of her lips when they reached the building. 

“We are here.” Egon said, drawing Molly’s attention back to the present time. 

“Oh, let me let us in.” she laughed nervously. The two of them, heading upstairs and pouring bag after bag of candy into a big bowl. Watching TV and talking away while they awaited the first sign of trick or treaters. Getting to know each other, little by little as the minutes turned to hours. 

By the time the first trick or treaters arrived, Molly was well versed in Egon’s unconventional upbringing and he in her typical childhood experience. Both of them were equally fascinated by one another. Molly was practically begging Egon for more about his time as a Ghostbuster and his hopes for the future of his reach. The two of them, quickly turning their focus on their own future—one they would now share. 

“Oh, my heart.” Molly said as she closed the door. Smiling with the thought of the group of trick or treaters that just left her door. Egon too couldn’t help but notice how adorable they all were. Dressed together as a little princess and a dragon. Mom and Dad, politely waiting behind them as they opened their bags for their candy.  

“I wonder what our will be.” Egon said aloud, catching Molly’s attention. Realizing only then he had said it aloud. 

“I think it's a boy.” Molly hummed, “Must like crunch bars like his Dad.” she continued, scarfing down one as the Egon started hungrily at her. 

“I think you might be right.” Egon smiled.

“You ok.” Molly laughed nervously. Seeing her glowing, eating his favorite chocolate so happy and carrying his child had Egon’s blood swirling. Not only had he gotten to know this beautiful creature, but he had reached a point where he could no longer allow things to continue without making her his. 

“I need to fix this.” he said in a low hum. Standing up from the couch to approach her. 

“Fix what?”

“I can’t go any longer knowing you are carrying my child without… without having copulated with you.” he explained, pulling Molly close to him. Arm wrapped gingerly around her waist. The words and his forwardness, heating her cheeks and speeding up her heart. Pupils, dilating as he brought her lips to his, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate on her mouth.

“Me either…” she said breathily into their kiss. Before they knew it, the two of them were making a heated dash to Molly’s bedroom. A blur of clothing tossed to the wayside and the two of them felt desperate to be with one another. 

“Are you sure?” Egon asked, hesitating a moment, already leaking. His cock now rock-hard at the sight of Molly laying naked beneath him. She was beautiful–his mouth watering at her ample breasts. Full and almost perfectly symmetrical, with taut pale pink nipples. He found it hard not to stare at her, analyzing every inch of her body. Every inch of her was perfection in his mind. 

“I’m sure.” Molly said, raising herself up to kiss him once more. Tongues, tangling together as Egon’s hands went wandering over her. Caressing the soft flesh of her breasts as he kissed down along her neck. Leaving marks in brilliant shades of purple along her collarbone. 

Taking his time before dropping to her breasts. Drawing the nipple into his mouth, Molly let out a satisfied sigh. His fingers tracing down the line from her sternum to her still flat stomach. Stopping a moment to remember that he already was inside her. Groaning, Egon decided he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make up for his lack of pleasure in their child’s conception. His curious fingers traveling to the heat between her thighs. 

As he slipped inside her, they both moaned. Egon was thrilled to know how much he excited her. His intellectual mind, reminding him that her wetness and warmth was directly correlated to her desire for him. His fingers quickly curled up inside her. Determined to find the right spot when Molly’s back arched up from the bed. Driving his fingers more in contact with the right spot.  

“Oh fuck.” she moaned, as he pressed into the soft spongy spot along her upper walls. Making small, deliberate circles as he felt her began to clamp down on him. 

“Oh Molly, cum.” he told her. Molly was writhing beneath him on the bed. Hands gripped tightly to her sheets as the sounds of her nails scratching against the fabric filled her ears. The fringe of her hair, sticking to the sweat on her forehead as she came hard against Egon’s fingers. Breathless and crying out his name.

“Egon! Ah!” Feeling the rush of wetness over his hand made Egon moan, heated and mad with desire. He knew that he needed to be inside her. Quickly pulling out his fingers to stroke himself before lining his cock against her sex. Allowing the tip of his head to kiss at her clit. Rubbing her with it a moment before he pushed carefully inside her. 

“Oh you feel so good.” he groaned, filling her slowly. Her whole body, still shaking beneath him. Still engrossed from her orgasm. Though she was weak she was ready, Molly wrapping her legs around Egon to help draw him further inside her. 

“Mmmm… oh…uh…” Molly cried. Her insides, pulling tightly along his shaft with every stroke of his hips. Crashing inside her over and over. The sheer pleasure of him filling her so completely, making it hard to press on. The two of them, both completely lost in passion and bliss.

Egon continued pumping, his hands grabbing hold of Molly’s hips as he pushed inside. Staring down at her as she kept her eyes closed. The look on her face, making him want to fuck ehr harder. The knowledge she carried his child, making him want to slow down. 

Though he knew sex in pregnancy was not usually harmful, Egon could help but want to be careful. To protect her and their baby from anything that would dare harm them. Choosing to keep going with their safety in mind as he continued slowly, but deeply taking her. 

It wasn’t long before Molly began shaking beneath him. Her legs, quivering and her moans becoming less coherent. Her core, squeezing him so tightly it caused him to mewl. Lifting her up on his lap so he could kiss her as he continued to thrust inside her. 

“Oh Egon, yes… yes… yes!” she cried as Egon fucked up into her. Breast bouncing in his face before he began to kiss and suck on them. His own orgasm quickly made itself known. Once he felt her begin to pulse it was over, Egon cumming hard against the back of her. Spilling himself as she continued to rise and fall on his cock. 

The two of them were so exhausted afterwards they collapsed beside one another in the bed. Egon pulled Molly over against his chest. His now lover, nuzzling against him as she began to waiver in and out of sleep. “Molly…” he began. 

“Hmm?” she hummed, only half coherent enough to respond. 

“I—” Egon said, wanting to tell her he loved her. Already he loved her and their child more than anything. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Molly responded, though it was clear to Egon she wasn’t awake enough to understand what he had said—what she was saying.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Happy…” Molly said, her words trailing off as she passed out snuggly against him. Egon wrapping his arms around her. Holding her close as she slept.  

[mysharona1987]

Have any of these scientists read a dystopian book or watched a sci fi film ever?

[tiredflowercrown]

there's no bandage (to lessen the damage)

Hehe @panthera-tigris-venenata you wanted all three right? You wanted this right? Are you prepared for what you asked for? I'm not sure you are but oh well.

Trigger Warning: Dehumanisation, Unethical medical practices, Human experimentation

All vauge, but you have been warned

CJ had always been reckless. Ever since she could walk she had been getting in trouble, running into situations she shouldn’t belong or climbing up masts. She was rambunctious and loud and free.

There was no one really free on the Isle like CJ was. A luxury granted to her by her siblings, who held so much fear on the Isle no one dared touch her unless they were a fool. She ran from place to place doing as she pleased. So it was no wonder that it was these habits that did her in.

CJ had been enjoying Auradon. There was so much for her to explore, to find, to steal, to simply wreck havoc upon. Running from place to place, kingdom to kingdom, was exhilarating. She finally had people willing to give chase. The thrill of the hunt had been the most addicting thing she had felt yet.

So when the guards got close, within eyesight, and she ran, her voice bubbled with laughter. Crazy psychotic laughter. The only kind she knew, well the only kind she let the public know she had a reputation to protect. It rang out for miles, hiding her in the scenery to most, yet one guard kept her eyes on her, tracking her through the trees and brush, waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect shot.

CJ had stopped for a breath when it happened, standing on a branch, a huge smile across her face. The arrow in her chest took all of that away. She fell, shock replacing her smile, blood quickly blossoming along her shirt. Upon hitting the ground, the audible crunch of bones had even the guard flinching.

She approached closer, careful due to CJ’s known trickery, calling in the fall and potential capture of a wanted fugitive. The young girl just lied there. She seemed so simple, so small with her quickly blood soaking shirt and glassy eyes.

Somewhere on an Isle miles away, two people scream. A piece of their heart gone. They don’t know how. They don’t know why. Just a sinking gut and a searing pain telling them everything they need to know.

“She’s dead. The fugitive is dead. Prepare for extraction.”

The guard looked mournfully, remembering the details of the profile she was given: Calista Jane Hook, Age 14. She had only been a child.

No. She couldn’t think like that. The fugitive was dangerous for a reason. The property damage and millions of stolen goods spoke for itself. No. The world was far better with it out of it. (It had to be right?)

The body is taken in. A full work up is done. Medical tests and examinations. A full autopsy. A full cause of death and all the contributing factors. Everything is done. No stone is left unturned. No one had ever gotten a chance to truly see what the Isle had done to people before, they didn’t want to miss a single detail. Not when something so fascinating, so rare was in front of them. A whole study at their disposal, no ethics board sitting in their way. Not when there was no eligible next of kin. Not when there wasn’t a single soul who cared about the dead fugitive.

In a castle miles away sat a girl searching. For a way to talk, to get her back, to make a deal. A life for a life. Anything. She didn’t mean what she said. She didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to be in a world without her wildfire. She couldn’t do this without her.

Finally after much pushing from the Crown, the fugitive’s body was released, but not without plenty of samples taken to continue testing. When it finally reached the hands of one Freddie Facilier, she wept at the loss of her dear CJ, who was almost unrecognizable. She was lifeless, none of her abundance of energy to be seen. Massive chunks of her hair were missing, surgical lines across every limb of her body. Every part of her dissected.

She crafted letters, being careful of who saw her. It wouldn’t do to have her surprise ruined. She mourned and buried her wildfire. CJ deserved to rest, deserved to be left alone from Auradon’s pain and torture. She watched and waited for vengeance, it didn’t belong to her, not really. And the sea always helped the sea, a ship couldn’t sail without waves. They grew closer and she grew more content, they will avenge her. They will avenge CJ.

When the siblings finally reach Auradon, it will burn. Their fury will reach levels never seen before. Lives will be taken, buildings broken into and burned. Every inch of what had been done to their sister, every reminder, every document will be destroyed. They don’t deserve her or the knowledge that their “research” on her gave them.

But it will never be enough.

Because Calista Jane will remain dead. She will remain in the ground (Or in labs never found.) She will never speak again. She will never laugh again. She will never run again. She will never be again.

Only the memory of her will remain untainted. And even that is not enough.

[reality-detective]

* * * History Lesson * * *

August 19, 1945 Toxic DDT Sprayed Over Rockford, Ill from the air in a "test of the possible value of the Army's "miracle" insecticide, in controlling the spread of infantile paralysis." 🤔

[darthbloodorange]

HYDRA is uncovered within SHIELD and taken down. During the take-down of SHIELD billions of heavily encrypted documents are released onto the internet. One of those documents contains information about a HYDRA prisoner experimented on to enhance select members of their organization. Thor, learning this, decides to rescue this prisoner and destroy all of HYDRA's research.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Medical Experimentation [Card #5 "Dark"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: HYDRA's Secret Research Project Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Imprisonment, Syringes Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, First Meetings, Pre-Relationship, Rescue Missions, Secrets, Laboratories, Post-Hydra in SHIELD Reveal, Hydra, Protective Thor, Kidnapped Steve Rogers, Hurt Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug ~ Summery: HYDRA is uncovered within SHIELD and taken down. During the take-down of SHIELD billions of heavily encrypted documents are released onto the internet. One of those documents contains information about a HYDRA prisoner experimented on to enhance select members of their organization. Thor, learning this, decides to rescue this prisoner and destroy all of HYDRA's research.

~

A question I had while making this: Does Thor's Allspeak allow him to read encrypted things, given encryption is possibly a language? (for the intent of this work, yes)

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"I'm going to lose people. It is social suicide to be doing this. But I feel like I'm going to meet better people along the way."

Remember how we were told this was "life-saving care"? They were building the plane while flying it.

Another lawsuit for the thing that never happens.

[professornightmare]

Your beautiful hands tied to my table

Your sensual legs open and tied to the stirrups

Your sexy face covered by the anesthesia mask.

Me, ready to start my experiment on you.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

McGill University and a group of Indigenous elders have reached a deal to search for the possibility of unmarked graves at the former site of a Montreal hospital, following a court ruling described as precedent setting.

The Mohawk Mothers allege there are bodies of Indigenous patients buried on and around the old grounds of the Royal Victoria Hospital, which McGill is renovating to expand its campus.

"I'm glad that everybody agreed with that, and we all want this to happen and we're going toward justice," Kahentinetha, one of the Mohawk Mothers, said in an interview. "We always said we're here for the children and we want justice for all the children."

The Mothers say they have uncovered evidence of graves following interviews with survivors of mind-control experiments that took place in the 1950s and 1960s at a psychiatric institute affiliated with the hospital. Canada and the United States allegedly funded abusive psychological experiments on vulnerable patients with the MK-ULTRA program, which included experimental drugs, rounds of electroshocks and sleep deprivation.

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada