#red pill theory

[red-pill-to-swallow]

How to be attractive to men and my goals

Hey babes,

like I said – I want to incorporate RPT (Red Pill Theories) into my daily life immediately.

A few things that every women within the community seemed to be content with were:

1. You are never finished with glowing or leveling up. Never stop learning. Never stop trying to better yourself.

2. Pretty privilege is real.

I agree that pretty privilege is very real. I mean, I get affected by pretty people like everybody else, even if I don’t do it on purpose. It’s just something that is ingrained in our brains and I need to learn how to take this to my advantage.

I think I have a decent starting base, because I’m a skinny white woman in her twenties with long blonde hair. I am not really tall – even short men are at least 5-7cms taller than me – but I’m also not extremely short.

I have a petite frame but my body-shape is something between an hourglass and a peach. My face is average – I don’t really have striking features or am a natural beauty model – but my features also aren’t hideous. It’s really just something you can look at without thinking too much.

On a scale, I would rate myself a 5,5-6/10 on an average day and I guess that’s great!

But how can I make myself look better on a daily basis? I really took hours to research how I could make myself more attractive to wealthy and high value men.

Obviously, no man is like the other and every man prefers something different. One man might like tattoos and piercings while another man with the same social status thinks they are hideous. I don’t want to completely change who I am and I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars for it.

However, I really like this whole clean girl and old money aesthetic that is going viral on Tiktok right now – and I think those two aesthetics could fit me and my personality really well.

Most wealthy men seem to like this traits in women:

1. great skin without obvious pimples or enlarged pores

2. long and healthy hair in a natural color

3. straight white teeth

4. clean nails on both hands and feet

5. hairless legs, armpits and at least trimmed pubic hair

6. wearing clean and wrinkle free clothes without any holes

7. wearing a nice smell that is fitting to your overall appearance

I think those are the basics and they can be achieved by almost anyone. If you can’t afford braces make sure that your teeth are always perfectly brushed and that you’re keeping up with your dental hygiene in general.

In fact – if you have problems affording certain beauty procedures, research how to get as close as possible to them with DIYs.

For years, I always wanted to be the mysterious woman in the room. The woman with a dark aura, the woman that doesn’t speak much and remains most of her life a secret.

Well, I am not this woman even if I’m trying very hard. It would be an act that I would put on and I am sure that everyone in the room would notice.

I am naturally very bubbly and I love having conversations with people in general. I would also say that I have a broad knowledge on different topics and that I’m able to talk to almost everyone.

I am also very welcoming and I enjoy making people laugh and have fun in my presence. I tend to have strong opinions and I’m not afraid to take on a discussion.

With everything that I know about myself now, I made some points that I need to tackle in order to level up:

1. stop oversharing. Being bubbly is great but not everyone needs to know everything about my business. Sometimes it’s just better to be silent and to listen.

2. start with exercise again. I am happy with my weight but I am extremely weak and I have almost zero muscle mass. My breath is getting heavy if I have to take the stairs and my legs start to hurt after roughly 15 minutes of walking. I plan on going for a walk every day and doing pilates 3x a week.

3. start doing my hair and makeup again. My hair is long and blonde – so it is an eyecatcher. It’s also very healthy but I usually just throw it up in a bun or in a clawclip, so no one is really seeing it. I have multiple styling tools at home and I need to start using them. The same applies to makeup. I have so much great stuff that looks really beautiful and natural but I am just too lazy to use it. I plan on taking 20 minutes every day to do my makeup and to suck it up – because I usually always do a double cleanse at night, so it’s not really a struggle to take it off in the evening. It’s just inconvenient in the morning.

4. taking better care of my skin and of my dental health. I have high quality skincare and I love doing my skincare but sometimes I’m just too lazy. Let me just say that it doesn’t happen often – but still too much for my liking. Also my dental health – I need to make a dentist appointment asap. I think the last time I went was around 3 years ago!

5. buying better fitting clothes. I don’t like shopping for clothes but it is what it is. Right now I only have cute lounge sets for being at home but when I go out I usually only wear jeans with a basic top and sneakers. I want to look more polished and feminine. I want to stop wearing jeans and focus more on pants, skirts and dresses. Also literally any other shoes than sneakers.

6. go out more. I’m your typical homebody. Movie night? Reading a book? Ordering food? Count me in! I always have fun when I go out but I’m still mostly at home and I want to change that. I want to have a group of like minded friends that want to hang out with me. Maybe even at home. Lol.

I really thought hard about those six points but I think those are the first things that I need to tackle down.

In the end – I was asking myself: what could I do to feel the most comfortable with spontaneous outgoings and meeting new people?

It came down to wanting to look my best. Obviously. I want to make a good first impression and maybe even profit off of pretty privilege.

I’m sure we all know those times when we’re dressed like slobs and suddenly an opportunity to go out arises and we decline because it would take hours to get ready.

That’s the reason why I want to get ready in the morning – so I would only need to touch up if anything came up.

see you soon!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

the guz kahn thing was a response to someone being like, wow this guy is in ofmd and supports palestine too, that's so cool. and he was like, i'm not in that anymore actually, not sure why. i do support palestine though. those things aren't related. and then some people decided to be anti-semitic and went aha i knew taika was secretly a zionist. it's just twitter being weird and people putting screenshots together in a way that makes things seem more dramatic.

That's possible. Like I said in the tags to the post I think it probably has more to do with the budget cuts. We know OFMD's budget was cut for s2. Guz Khan is a fairly popular actor as I understand it and so paying him is somewhat expensive and his character is easier to write off than many of the others. That's my working theory.

That said I still don't think people were wrong for asking questions about it when he mentioned that he would never compromise for a job shortly after getting laid off. He said that he's not saying OFMD is that job and I'm personally choosing to take him at face value there but others are not wrong for reading into it. Additionally I've never seen anyone accuse Taika specifically of Zionism over this (or at all personally). I've seen people talk about Con O'Neill's Zionism, though I don't think that's relevant to this particular discussion it's a fair criticism of Con. Somehow I don't think Taika would be making that call. He got laid off at around the same time the show got renewed, which makes me think that David Jenkins and the creative team probably hadn't made any concrete creative decisions at the time the lay off happened. To my mind that means that he was more likely laid off by someone higher up on the chain. I don't know exactly how these things work but that would track with my money based theory and if he was laid off for ideological reasons I think anyone who knows anything would be squinting at HBO max as a company rather than at Taika who has taken a bit of a step back from his role as EP to play Blackbeard and might not even have the power to pull the trigger like that.

I'm willing to believe that there's nothing there and that things were said and data was compiled in a way that make it look a bit sus when it wasn't. I just don't think that raising that suspicion is wrong.

All that said don't be weird about Taika. That's a huge leap in logic and to my knowledge he has a) never said anything about Palestine and b) spoken out against colonialism repeatedly in other contexts so his politics while sometimes inconsistent do not seem to align with the biggest proponents of Zionism so there's literally no reason to think he has anything to do with anything. All the Jews I know personally are anti-zionist. I know that there are Zionist Jews but from the information I'm working with they're in the minority among Jews. Taika Waititi's Jewishness is unrelated to the Guz Khan lay off. I also gonna go out on a limb here and say Taika Waititi is unrelated to the Guz Khan lay off.

I'm gonna leave this tweet here because I think it's relevant

[yukinyaminyato]

@alligaytorswamp *clinks* ibuprofriends for life 🤝 cheers <3

[000life-is-meaningless000]

@ Everyone - I'm Very Sus, With The Whole Religious Aspect, on one side the Data hold's up but on the other side the fucker can't hesitate or wait to push this Abrahamic Bullshit.

I'm all Free, For Listening To New idea's and Concept's, but religion is like a penis, it's fine you have one, it's fine that you're proud of it, but don't whip it out in public and wave it around & and especially don't shove it down our fucking throat's !

😡

the reason why I'm willing to post this is cuz I've gone through enough the day that despite all the religious bullshit I had to keep getting rid of, but I kept going through all the data and other articles online to the point why I'm open-minded the idea That Genetic Entropy is 100% fucking Real.

I'll give you another example of genetic entropy

The healthiest one of all these that is the biggest one of them all has the most DNA and is therefore the superior specimen, or they are at the peak of their Clade.

as time progresses they slowly get weaker and weaker as you see the smaller doll's.

by the way these are called Russian doll's.

This is a good example of genetic entropy.

. . .

and throughout the years you get less DNA you get weaker and your potential is permanently reduced the Next generation has like of 1% of 1% of the DNA is is lost are they genetic information and corrupted this may not seem like a lot but over time it builds and now this may be more proof to the end days of the end of all life on the planet Earth especially for humans.

human beings are just so fucking weak and stupid now and I got even more data for you coming.

human beings are unbelievably intelligent open-minded creatures but they have been but this unbelievable giant of intelligence has crumbled so fucking hard because all the most important DNA is gone everything that makes them up is basically gone they are a shadow of themselves and they assume to fade away of existence.

I don't make this dark date and it's gloomy fucking blog just to make you feel sad.

😡

I got a serious intent in a serious Purpose with his fucking blog.

of course I'm going to make sad post and make you feel sad but the ultimate way to give you the really deep fucking dark lesson you're not going to give yourself.

😡

this knowledge is important you need the light and the dark in humanity has abandoned the dark but soon it will exist in the dark and it will rest in the dark for all eternity.

Aka, bones in the Ground.

. . .

I'll give you this these pose as a warning as a precursor to ominous face trying to give you motherfuckers a chance to survive throwing you a life wrath calling you a fucking pussy for not grabbing it.

ultimately I'm trying to give you a chance to survive and if all my good I do in the end doesn't help you then it truly was fate or the will of God or some shit like that way beyond me.

the least I can do is give you a fucking chance to survive it's like getting a dying dog food & if The dog won't eat, the food and it knows it it is There Time to die and you need to respect that.

😡/🫡

and the whole me letting you know that life is meaningless part is the part that no one ever wants to realize.

nobody wants to look into the darkness, nobody has any ability to look, into the Darkness, it's a no shit but the darkness is too dark for people.

They can't handle the Dark Truth, they can't handle the ultimate truth.

This is why it's called forbidden knowledge, because the greatest truth of all are forbidden and locked away by the highest Powers things are not supposed to know because they will make you super duper fucking sad inside, they say the truth will set you free, that's not entirely false but the same time the truth will also severely fuck you up.

I tell these dark truths for Souls who want to know knowing full and well that would be less than a fraction of the percentage of the entire population.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The steps in this manual follow a familiar radicalisation structure:

Step 1: exploit fears and grievances to cast doubt on the current system

Step 2: blame a demonized out-group (e.g. feminists, liberals) for these societal failures by linking them to conspiracy theories

Step 3: provide a radical solution to all existing problems (e.g. The Red Pill)

"Going Dark: The Secret Social Lives of Extremists" - Julia Ebner

[unleaveable]

The brain rotted internet anti semites coming out the woodwork with their “see we told you jews control the media Kanye was right blah blah blah” you’re actually so vile and disgusting get that shit out of my fucking face

[dellalyra]

a scenario: where tsumikis schoolmate says shes going to have a little brother, and then she hints at the reader and gojo like "those baby clothes are cute" or "that baby is so cute" and gojo and reader are like this😐😐🤔

A/N: this was ADORABLE I just had to write headcanons oh my GOD.

• Tsumiki comes home from school one day and she’s acting… cagey. No cagey isn’t right. She’s being suspicious either way.

• She tells you that she and Megumi are going to stay at Aunty Koko’s this Saturday night, and you don’t remember planning a sleepover for them? Did you forget?

• She ensures you that you didn’t, she just wants to and then she’s telling Gojo that he should take you to dinner on Saturday night. He blinks owlishly and glances at you, to which you shrug – you’ve no idea where this weird behaviour is coming from. But she’s 13, and kids that age are weird.

• Satoru does as suggested and you both have a lovely evening and dinner then you return home to be ploughed right into the mattress – the perfect evening.

• Things continue as normal for a few days after that, then Tsumiki is sitting beside you as you both get your nails done and she keeps showing you videos on her phone of sweet babies – tiny little things – even one dressed as a little bear. You giggle and coo at them with her, not even thinking twice about them, little girls love cute things – and what’s cuter than a sweet, pudgy baby?

• A few days later, she dragged a box from the loft and it was full of you and Satoru’s baby photos – a tiny blu-eyed, white haired boy in professional photos and ones of baby you sitting in a field of flowers taken on a film camera by your mom, she keeps handing Satoru the photos of you and you the ones of him.

• She calls you in one day to her room, saying she needs help with her science homework – and shows you a notebook you know isn’t her school one filled with 4x4 boxes she’s drawn out. She explains it’s about genetics and can predict the genes of a baby.

• “So let’s use you and papa as our experiment!”

• She proceeds to explain to you (weren’t you helping her) what you and Satoru’s offspring might look like.

• By now you’re catching on.

• That night you and Satoru are laying in bed, and you fill him in on your theories about her antics lately.

• “So she wants a baby sibling? Isn’t Megs enough for her?” He laughs.

• “No, she wants a real child, not one who acts like a 70-year-old man.”

• “What about you?”

• “Do I want a sibling? No – my brothers enough for me thank you ‘toru.”

• “No, dumbass. Do you want a baby?”

• “With you?”

• “No with Nanamin – yes with me!”

• “You know I do, silly man. I thought we said we’d wait until my IUD was out. I’ve only 2 years left until I get it out. Then we could just, continue as we are and see what happens?”

• “That’s a perfect idea – think we should get some practice in though, so we can get it right.”

• The next incident came when she was watching you get ready one morning, putting on your make up.

• “Mama, where do you keep your pill?”

• “I don’t take the pill, ‘Miki. I have an IUD.”

• “The the inside one, right?” She asks, slightly crestfallen.

• As you were shopping that day, the boys off somewhere – you took Tsumiki to the clothes stores with you. She snuck up to you, and handed you a little bundle of yellow fabric. It was a tiny newborn sized Winnie the Pooh onesie.

• “This might be a bit small for you, ‘Miki.” You joked.

• “Not for me! I just thought I’d show you! Isn’t it adorable?” Then she passes you tiny green socks and a red and white mushroom design sun cap for babies.

• “You trying to tell me something, sweet girl?” You smile at her, one brow raised.

• She blushes, knowing she’s been caught. Her subtle tricks hadn’t been that subtle.

• “Hana in my class, her baby sister was just born and he’s so cute! I was just thinking, that maybe I could have one too?”

• You giggle at her.

• “Is this what’s been going on? The impromptu date night? The videos of babies? The questions about my IUD?”. She nods at you.

• “Would you be happy to wait 2 years? Because we’d love to give you another little sibling – you’re such a good big sister already. I promise we can go shopping in every baby store then, okay?” You say, planting a kiss on her head.

• She seems placated by that, starting to ask you what you’d name them when the time comes.

• Akio really would have loved her.

[mitigatedchaos]

So this philosophy puzzle is exploding across Twitter:

People have become bitter over the answers! "I would rather die than live in a world where you were the majority!"

Why is poll spreading so rapidly?

My theory is that it's because of how wildly underspecified the problem is. It's actually much more underspecified than the Trolley Problem.

This causes it to be a Rorschach test for the reader's underlying assumptions about coordination mechanisms, since what the correct answer is hinges almost entirely on the method by which the murder pills are being distributed, and how much people can communicate or coordinate about how they're going to respond to them.

The argument becomes "just take the red pill, you're guaranteed to live, and so is everyone else if they do the obvious thing and take the red pill," vs "what if someone deranged takes the blue pill? how can you want them to die??"

We actually have no idea if any deranged people are even being offered the pills, or if who is telling us about the pills is telling the truth, or if the state can just roll up and execute dealers selling blue pills, etc. Similarly, the chief problem with the Trolley Problem is that in the real world, you have to estimate the chance that what you're looking at is an actual Trolley Problem and you haven't just tricked yourself.

This is why I'm proposing a new manga, Death Pill, about an organized group of philosopher terrorists who travel the world posing lethal moral dilemmas to people, and a unit of Japanese detectives trying to stop them. Only the Japanese are truly equipped to handle this thriller, including Christopher Nolan, who I have decided is retroactively Japanese for the purposes of this project.

[goosegooserevolution]

spinneraki fic where they become roommates and it sparks the most insane "Am I the Asshole?" reddit story hero society has ever seen.

It starts with Kurogiri being captured before the canon story starts and AFO sends Shigaraki to a safe house out in the boonies. Giran owns the safe house, and since he never thought it would be used he rented it out to one of the locals, Spinner.

Shigaraki enters, already pissed, and there's just some guy there.

Spinner is innocently playing GTA when a villain breaks into his house and starts screaming about how he shouldn't be there. He takes to the internet asking for advice, and if he's the asshole for staying in the villain's house unknowingly. He is met with a myriad of responses, most of which consisting of "what the fuck dude call the police", but Spinner ignores these sane responses because "actually i think hes pretty cool for being a terrorist."

Shigaraki and Spinner slowly learn how to live with each other, and the original reddit post is given plenty of updates. People especially freak out when Spinner reveals that Shigaraki has been attacking him, but Spinner theorizes that "he's testing my strength and skill set". This theory ends up having merit when Spinner gets the drop on Shigaraki, and he says he's proud of Spinner.

So, they're sort of friends?

Spinner notices Shigaraki is a bit sheltered and hasn't experienced tons of the outside world. Spinner takes him out to arcades, festivals, all sorts of things with the intention of broadening his sort-of-friend's horizons, but any outsider would think they're on a date.

While spinneraki is learning how to tolerate each other, Kurogiri was spilling AFO's secrets. His DNA was matched with Shirakumo's, and Eraserhead and Present Mic have stuck by his side as he's been deprogrammed. The result of this is AFO flailing around trying to keep his villain organization together but failing miserably. He's been rather sparse with keeping in touch with Shigaraki, so Shigaraki has unlocked free thinking.

This comes to a head when Shigaraki is playing Minecraft and has a moral crisis over killing a baby sheep. He ends up naming the sheep "Red Pill" and firmly decides that murder is bad, actually.

Spinneraki share their first kiss when Spinner wins Shigaraki a stuffed Minecraft sheep from a claw machine. Spinner's now large reddit fanbase goes insane over the update.

[googledetective]

the theories that have been presented on this cast + one of my own :)

I do want to mention that I strongly believe this is a prequel due to a conversation I had with a bunch of people on discord earlier. (Everyone was 16+, dw.)

I haven’t seen anything about the first two at all so far, so I’ll be skipping over them and onto the third guy (oh my fucking lord).

(Also this post from @nesisamess helped a lot)

Staring onto the third dude,

(both posts are made by @zitherwaifuus :)

It seems that here this guy has some sort of relationship to XF-Future Tech, which if you’ve seen Min’s side story, you’d know is the company that came into her life and groomed her to be the Ultimate Student. She received special tutoring for them and worked her ass off for that title her entire life because of that. Next, this guy shares the same tie pin she does, and it’s also very notable that she dresses up with the same button down and tie in her MV. Not only do I think she is linked to the company now, but she might be working there before she was in the game. Who knows, though.

Next, I have not seen anything on the fourth girl besides a bunch of people on discord theorizing what the dandelion in her hair could mean. Unfortunately dandelions have different meanings from different cultures all over the world, so until it’s specified about where she’s from, I don’t think there’s many assumptions we can make yet.

Number Five, the purple guy.

Everyone seems to think so far that this is Elliot Cuevas, Charles Cuevas’s deceased brother. Now let me tell you that although I can’t see it based off design, the way he looks (playful and kinda weird but happy) and the way he was described by the creator in the latest qna (a popular joyous dude), can definitely make me see this being real. The only thing that is super far fetched about this is that we know he died a long time ago, and so if this is a prequel, it would have to be at least 15 years before drdt even starts.

Here’s also some more evidence from @sunlit-haru supporting the ‘that’s Elliot’ theory.

Now we’re up to the protagonist, who mind you is definitely my favorite so far. I will eliminate the rest of you protag dickriders so I will be the only simp left.

ANYWAYS, in the about page for this, it’s stated that this is a fangan for someone who wants to be the perfect teacher. Now with the hidden quote on the drdt tumblr page about this teacher…

( @demodraws0606 ‘s post)

Uh oh. I think we’ve figured out who this mysterious teacher might be. As for who is talking to them, I’ve personally got a few ideas, but they are not backed with any evidence.

1. The mastermind from this first killing game

2. Mai Akasaki or David Chiem still

3. The mastermind of the drdt killing game

Whoever it is, I think that these games are surely related and that each current kg participant does have a relation with one of these cast members. And that previous killing game’s end is why this one is happening.

Then, based off the post up top and a few others, people seem to think this is Teruko’s brother. I’m going to give a wild theory (no evidence) that Mai Akasaki knows him, only bc of the red in his hair. Then I think Mai would’ve found Teruko, and she would’ve been trying to reconnect them. Just a theory, though. There’s no evidence based around that this guy might be Teruko’s brother though, sadly.

Last but not least, @1moreff-creator pieced together some of the text on his badge:

I’m just gonna say that I’m seriously impressed with your efforts cause I have no fucking clue that could even be readable lmao.

*UPDATE ON TEXT: holy mother of god, @xmicrophonyx is a fucking god, and deciphered it. Here you go, and we all have got to give a serious thank you to them.

Sadly I cannot link the image of what the phone number gets to, but it gets linked to a yellow pill. I don’t have any ideas on how it would relate to the game, but I think it does. It’s used for high blood pressure and heart failure. If he’s really related to Teruko, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had high blood pressure lmao.

Also, the area code for 555 is just North America.

Here’s what I found on Wikipedia:

“The telephone number prefix 555 is a central office code in the North American Numbering Plan, used as the leading part of a group of 10,000 telephone numbers, 555-XXXX, in each numbering plan area (NPA) (area code). It has traditionally been used only for the provision of directory assistance, when dialing NPA-555-1212.

The central office code is also used for fictitious telephone numbers in North American television shows, films, video games, and other media in order to prevent practical jokers and curious callers from bothering telephone subscribers and organizations by calling telephone numbers they see in works of fiction.”

I don’t understand the first part, but it seems that this is a fictional number. If someone could explain to me wtf that first part even memes, I might be able to give more info.

Anyways, it seems that this guy ended up being a teacher at HPA, before or after the killing game. But I think this was very worth mentioning.

Unfortunately I’ve seen nothing about the next two, but I want to say that the girl in all pink (#8) I think is Felicity Giles, if that’s even possible. I just feel that’s Arturo’s sister. I know, I’m a weirdo. Even if #7 looks more like Arturo, I just cannot see it.

Moving on, nine and ten! If you look at them closely they’ve got the same eye pattern, suggesting they’re siblings, or likely twins, since they’ve got the fire/ice scheme going on.

Lastly, eleven which oh my god, Arturo’s dream girl! But she’s been theorized to be Whit’s mom. Here’s the post that argues a pretty convincing reason of why.

Oh boy. That woman is pretty cool and is very elegant, and has the same shade of blond hair that Whit dyed his too. I don’t think she’s any coincidence.

But joining along on that last little paragraph of this person’s post, it’s starting to seem a lot of characters do have connections to this cast and are seemingly mentioned quite a few times.

UPDATE: oh my lord, @accirax literally went on a deep dive for us and gave us a pretty good explanation and educated guess on everyone’s talents. I’m not going to link it because they covered pretty much every logical point as to why they have their guesses. Here’s the post if you haven’t already seen it https://www.tumblr.com/accirax/728687594893885440/drdt-new-character-talent-analysis

Anyways this is just the sum-up of everyone’s theorizing + a bit of my add on to it, and huge kudos to everyone who’s been making theories so far. I’ll be updating & crediting if there’s anymore notable things that come out.

Thanks for reading!

[reasonsforhope]

A new drug was able to quickly and temporarily immobilize sperm in male mice, according to a study published Tuesday in Nature Communications, a discovery researchers described as a “game-changer” that could pave the way for a male contraceptive pill and could ultimately allow men to share equal responsibility with women for birth control.

A single oral dose of the drug immobilized mice sperm for up to two and a half hours and was 100% effective in the first two hours, the researchers said.

Treated mice showed normal mating behavior but none impregnated a mate despite 52 different attempts to do so, the researchers said, compared to almost a third of mice impregnating mates after being treated with an inactive control substance.

The drug is fast-acting—Melanie Balbach, one of the study’s authors and a researcher at Weill Cornell Medicine, said it worked within 30 to 60 minutes—and works by inhibiting an enzyme needed for sperm to function.

It is also temporary, with efficacy dropping to 91% at three hours and fertility returning to normal by the next day.

These properties set the drug apart from many of the other efforts to develop a male contraceptive, the researchers said, which often rely on hormones to control fertility and can take weeks or months to be effective or to wear off.

The study demonstrates proof-of-concept for “safe, non-hormonal, on-demand, male contraceptives,” the researchers said, and while it may work in theory any product will be many years and a great deal of testing in the future.

-via Forbes, 2/14/23

And there is ANOTHER breakthrough with a different method from just two months later:

A ground-breaking contraceptive pill for men could be just around the corner after a major genetic breakthrough. Scientists at Washington State University have identified a gene which temporarily renders sperm infertile after they remove it.

The research team discovered a protein encoded by this gene, found solely in the testicular tissue of most mammals, which reduced sperm counts and deformed remaining sperm to make them incapable of fertilizing an egg when altered. The potentially historic breakthrough contraceptive pill would also have no hormonal side-effects and could be additionally help control animal overpopulation — replacing castration.

Crucially, the destabilization of the infertility protein is not permanent, meaning sperm will recover once the person or animal stops taking the treatment. Scientists have hailed the discovery as potentially important for the future of the human race. In their study, researchers identified the expression of a gene called Arrdc5 in the testicular tissue of mice, pigs, cattle, and humans...

However, disrupting the functions of this protein will not require any hormonal interference, a key hurdle considering the multiple roles testosterone plays beyond sperm production in men, including the building of bone mass and muscle strength as well as red blood cell production. The team also says that designing a drug which only targets this protein would further make it easily reversible as a contraceptive.

-via Study Finds, 4/19/23

Note: Please excuse the cissexist language from the sources here, which I have not edited out for accuracy, etc. The Forbes article does respectfully discuss trans and nonbinary people and their birth control needs further down.

[red-pill-to-swallow]

Introduction

Hey babes,

welcome to my blog!

I’ve been lurking on hypergamyblr and leveling up blogs since forever and the advice I got from there actually helped me to achieve some of my goals.

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a subreddit called “RedPillWomen”, and it was eye opening. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t necessarily support every theory on there but right now it just makes sense for me and my lifestyle.

But let me tell you something about myself, so you get an idea:

I am a white woman in my early twenties

I have a finished degree

I live in Europe

I am in a longterm relationship with my man (+3 years)

We live together in our own apartment

My man is very succesful and has his own company

I love to cook and to bake but I don’t really like cleaning

I am a homemaker and a spoiled girlfriend (can you be both?)

I am happy and content with my life but I want more. I promise you, that I’ll always tell the truth on my blog and the truth is, that the relationship with my man isn’t the best right now.

We’re not constantly fighting and there is no toxicity or jealousy in the relationship but it is lacking affection, gratitude, sexual attraction and date nights.

Sometimes it just feels as if I’m living with my platonic best friend which isn’t bad at all but I want to bring this sparkle back into our relationship.

I am a firm believer that every relationship needs work. It’s never like in the books or movies, where everything just comes together and somehow works out for decades. It’s hard work.

I also understand if someone would rather break up with their partner than try to fix the relationship, there is no shame in doing so. Especially if there is any sort of abuse, toxicity or lack of attraction to the partner involved.

However, that’s not how it is in my relationship. I still think my man is hot, he never was abusive or nonsupporting to me. Never.

Besides that – he is financially stable, he has goals he wants to achieve and he works hard to provide for us. It would be dumb as hell if I would break things off with him, just because I don’t feel “the” spark right now.

Yes, maybe I would have more fun with another man, who is not working as much and has more free-time – but I have to think about my future and my goals. I have to think about my life in 30+ years.

I know what I want from my life and I know that if I’m staying with my man this life could come true!

What I want from life:

I want a soft life without worrying about being able to pay the bills

I want to be a homemaker

I want children and I don’t want to worry about being able to afford them

I want my children to be able to experience everything they want. No, I don’t mean spoiling them rotten with materialistic things, more like being able to finance them an exchange year in another country or attending a boarding school – if they want to do so. I also want them to be able to pick their hobbies freely, without worrying about money.

I want a stable relationship without drama

I want to be able to buy the clothes that I want

I want to be able to do all the beauty treatments that I want (maybe shallow but it is what it is)

I want to have the house where everyone feels safe and welcome

I know that I have the right foundation to achieve all of those goals, I just have to work hard for them.

It’s going to be quite a journey but I’m very excited about it. I will start to apply Red Pill theories to my life immediately and see where this is going.

I hope to meet some mutuals through this blog – so please comment if you are one, so I can follow your blog!

See you soon!

[evilvvithin]

Track you down pt.2

Pairing: yautja (feral) x f!reader 

Warnings: stalking | size kink | size difference 

Summary: Couple of weeks pass by and the unknown device the yautja gifted keeps beeping occasionally, until one night it goes crazy.

Words: 1,230

Notes: Long chapter therefore I decided to split it in two, making this one completely SFW still. 

AO3 link || OTHER CHAPTERS

taglist: @looseratinthegarage @life-or-something-like-lt @celebrain

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Multiple weeks passed by and you were finally stopping to hear the clicking noise everywhere. It was driving you crazy to the point you started to take “mind soothening” pills sometimes. Everytime you turned the TV on you heard about police urgently looking for the disgusting killer who killed the 5 drunk men deep in the forest. They had no clues, anything connected to you either. Everyone around you was terrified that the killer was walking on the streets freely with them. You were laughing at them, you knew he’s nowhere near. 

Or was he?

Your whole body shook as you heard a beep coming from the disc thing your unknown hero gave you. Hero? Yes. As the time went and you kept thinking about that one day, you realized that thing really saved you. You were able to stand for yourself, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to get away. Well, you were able to get away in the end, thanks to him. Your abdomen heated up as you thought about him. 

“Oh I’m really fucked up! Stop!” 

Your words filled the empty room and you gave yourself a little slap. Looking down at your opened laptop you remembered what you wanted to do finally. Search up known facts about the case. Over the weeks you noticed a pattern in all news - as soon as someone mentioned unknown dna or the yautja files, the signal on tv cut. There had to be something about it. 

Searching the word “yautja”, you were surprised to find multiple results. Way more than you expected. Most of that was just conspiracies and theories. Not for you though. 

Hunters .. trophies .. high intelligence .. advanced weapons .. prey .. multiple contact made over hundreds of years .. yautja race .. yautja prime

Pinpointing the important words out of all the articles, your eyes widened at the realization that they come to Earth regularly, to hunt. Hunt people and make trophies out of them. Your yautja looked a bit different from all the footage and pictures you could’ve found but it was still him. 

Maybe a different species or type..

The picture of a dead man's spine and head, freshly pulled out of his back, twitched your stomach. You were right the whole time. There was still one thing you couldn’t find an answer for. Why did it let you live?

Another beep disturbed your concentration. That thing was beeping for a couple of days when you first brought it home and then went completely silent until now. Why would a weapon beep randomly? You stared at its red lights, listening to the beeping becoming more frequent. 

You’d kept staring at the disc device for hours but you felt something wet and cold poking into your thigh.

“Aaaha!” You shouted excitedly. “Someone wants to go for a walk, huh?”

Your dog zoomed around the room, knocking down some glasses and your coffee cup. You smiled at him, this was the reason you owned thick carpets. Grabbing the leash as always you walked outside together. It was dark already even though it wasn’t that late. 

Storm must be coming.

You stopped walking into the forest completely. Your usual route was to go around a few blocks and then back home. It was definitely way more boring and shorter than the forest walks but police wouldn’t let anyone near the forest anyway. 

The town was silent, no one dared to go out once it got darker outside. Only people you met at this time were other dog owners or trouble seekers. Going down a tight street that led back to your house, everything around you muted and every step you took sounded extremely loud. Then it came back. The clicking. Half purring half clicking. 

Fuck, should’ve took more of the pills.

Clenching your jaw you kept walking, pretending you didn't hear anything or feel anxious at all. You noticed your dog whining and sniffing the air and you were getting flashbacks of your first encounter with him. 

“Come!”

Locking the leash on your dog, both of you raced down the street. You had to get home, take your pills, calm down. Maybe nap. Your dog seemed to have fun, running by your side looking at you happily. 

Hm mmm hmm mmm…

You were trying to fill your head with some melody filled with your increasing heartbeat. As you smashed the front doors behind you, you let out a deep, long sight. Grabbing one of the soothing pills, you sat down on the couch and stared blankly into the wall in front of you. Your dog snuggled in his bed and seemed to snooze easily. Not you, you couldn’t calm down even a bit. You kept hearing the clicking noise, your abdomen heating up and a strange cold breeze going up and down your spine. It wasn’t a bad feeling, you just felt confused. Unsure. You didn’t feel scared at all. 

Couple of minutes passed and everything was normal, except the constant clicking noise you believed must've been in your head. Grabbing some thin blanket you left on the couch before, you burrowed yourself into the couch and closed your eyes, hoping for a good rest.

Thump.

Click click click.

Dog whine.

Electricity shimmering.

Your eyes opened widely, not able to see in the darkness around you. Rapidly rising up to find out what’s happening, you realized you were blocked by something. You felt the body warmth and hot breath right above you. Your dog started to growl and bark.

“It’s okay, baby.” 

Calmed by your words, he turned back and curled up in his bed again. You raised your hand up till you bumped into the invisible wall, making it shimmer in red as you ran your fingers on its surface. Your yautja hero. 

“How did you find me?” 

He uncloaked and stood up, blocking all sources of light with his behemoth body. Rotating his head around he seemed to look for something. You followed him and stood behind him. 

“Tracked you.”

His voice sounded a little cracked, but you could understand him. Could he speak your language the whole time? He pointed at the disc device he gave you at your first encounter. You rolled your eyes. How did you not think about it? Of course he wouldn’t give you a weapon just like that. 

Wait, why would he want to track me?

Blinking in confusion, he turned back to you. With the tiny bit of light that managed to go through, you saw his body covered in blood. He was on hunt again. 

“Are you here to finish me?” 

You crossed your arms, thinking you’d look more intimidating. You swore that if he could laugh, he’d be laughing right now. Instead, you heard some kind of a hiss hiccup. 

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be only a red mass soaking into the grass before already.”

He stepped closer to you and stood on your side, grabbing your hair. 

“You are strong.” 

Walking around you slowly, he played with your hair, letting it fall through his fingers.

“Not as strong as other humans I fight.” 

You felt him sniff the top of your head and shivered.

“But you are fearless and smart.”

He finished his circle around you and stood up in front of you, taller than before. 

“Perfect mate.”

“Worthy.”

[notbecauseofvictories]

Halloween Week of Horror (Games)

It’s that most horrible time of year, and I've decided to explore the spooky world of text-based games. My list of games is cribbed from this post and this post.

GAMEIFY HORROR // DAY 1 // DAY 2

DAY 3: singing from the far side of the hill, leave house, contrition, familiar, jagged bone

singing from the far side of the hill

about a trans woman, homeless after a bad breakup, who rents a stranger’s spare room. it’s a decision she comes to regret.

Yet another game with no images, just red-and-white text, that nevertheless managed to be hyper-realized---I could practically see the slightly shabby, nevertheless neatly kept house, the old-fashioned door, the disconnected telephone, the medicine cabinet stuffed with empty pill bottles. I loved that it ended with the protagonist running from the law who won’t understand, something she can’t even properly explain.

Also, (spoilers!) the image of Kathleen deepthroating the doorknob---which is perhaps the closest she can get to abusing her beleaguered daughter, who did not want to be a son---will stay with me a long, long time.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 5/10, it trips into the bizarre and surreal and horrific, but isn't particularly frightening

OVERALL GRADE: B+

leave house

leave house

Unfortunately, I had to give up on this one. A very cool concept—you enter an empty, abandoned house, poke around----but after 5 minutes stuck on the stairs with no clear route forward, I gave up. In theory I approve? A haunted house you are literally trapped in, running up and down stairs, trying to escape the loop, is a cool concept. In actuality, it felt frustrating and sudden and somehow still muted.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 0/10

OVERALL GRADE: C

contrition

As a priest, it’s your job to listen to your parishioners’ darkest secrets and absolve their guilt. But when a sinister stranger comes to the confessional one Halloween night, you realize it’s your soul on the line.

I'm sure everyone reading this will be shocked to learn that nothing gets me where I live quite like the nexus of Catholicism and horror---and this game exploited that mercilessly. Is the stranger who turns up in the confessional an infernal agent? Is he the devil himself? Or is he just a malicious sort of manipulator, quintessentially human, hiding behind the confessional screen?

(Are you saved? Are you damned? Will you ever know?)

Since I'm the target audience for this kind of story, it landed beautifully. I do think that nature of the sin shared was something of a misstep---though the way the priest reacts, how he covers up the sin once discovered and the harm he does to protect himself, was much more compelling. Also, I liked the ambient noises, and thought they were well-utilized.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 3/10, uncanny but not horrific

OVERALL GRADE: A-

familiar

You are a familiar. Your mistress has some requests for you. Help her complete her ritual, or pay the price of failure.

This game is simple, even straightforward: fetch what your witch-mistress asks of you, even if it requires violence. It's an interesting premise, with lots of room to sprawl out, and the places/people you encounter---the sleeping town, the lovers in the restless woods, the old woman on the mountain---are lovely to imagine.

That said, it felt underdeveloped. An intriguing concept and a couple different paths, but largely static; not as immersive as I wanted the game to be. I did like that, if you refuse to bring the witch what she asks for, the story ends with you ripping her heart, and gaining your freedom. A little touch of righteous violence.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 2/10, exclusively for the violence

OVERALL GRADE: B-

jagged bone

A branching choose-your-own-adventure horror game about transformation and perspective. 

I found this one a little difficult to immerse myself in; I made the mistake of choosing the wrong "path" from the outset, and so was on my back foot when it came to understanding what was going on. That said, I did genuinely like it—a mix of inexplicable horror, family, and house-as-locus that worked for me. I played through a couple different narratives (the game made it easy for that end) and all of them were horrible and effective, if not quite as incisive as I wanted.

(Though the monster at the heart of the story is deliciously imagined---say whatever you like, but I'm always weak for a fucked up deer.)

A very respectable effort, even if I wanted more from it.

SPOOKY LEVEL: 3/10, and then mostly for the scenes where you have to fight the monster you encounter

OVERALL GRADE: B

[angel-inrealtime]

almost makes you wish

I have a terrible habit of finding all these prompt lists and never posting anything I write from them because I blank on like one or two of them, but I think?? I really liked this one

This is day 8 from Yeehawgust 2023: Patrolling the Mojave Little bit of always a girl!Daniel Maxiel circa Melbourne 2023

1170 words of (past)hurt/(present) comfort (TW: mental health discussion, medication)

They’ve had most of the day together, doing promotional videos in Melbourne, when Max texts her his hotel number like she hinted at.

“No dice Maxy, I am out of commission. It’s like patrolling the Mojave desert down there.” Daniel announces as she flops back onto his hotel bed, dramatic as ever.

Max sips his Red Bull and weighs up his options. She looks better for the time at home in the sun, not as gaunt and haunted as she had by the end of last year. Her smile comes easier again like all it needed to do was recharge in the Perth sun. Her hair is longer, curls fanned around her face and down past her shoulders.

A pillow hits him in the face. “Hey, space cadet.” Daniel is leaning up on her elbows, eyeing him almost suspiciously. “I can, like...I can go, if you don’t want to...if this was just for...”

Max tuts and rolls his eyes, tosses the pillow back at her. “I just wanted to see you.”

Her face does something weird as soon as he says it. In true Daniel fashion though, she deflects with humour. “Aw Maxy, lil old me? I’m flattered.”

Max throws her the tv remote and settles on the bed next to her – leaves space for her to decide if she wants to curl up against him. “You of course aren’t old, Daniel.”

“I’m decrepit, Max. A husk. Wasting away right in front of my own eyes.” She’s laughing as she carries on, finds a movie they can put on in the background. “Do I go towards the light?” She grabs his arm, short nails painted red stark again his pale arm.

Max (so fond of her it feels like he could choke on it, actually – because he finds he knows that means she’s testing the waters, seeing if he wants her close) uses her own hand to yank her off balance so she falls against his chest. “No thank you, I think actually that would be very bad.”

She stills for a moment and then it’s like she melts into the contact, nestling into the crook of his arm and throwing one leg over his, easily like they do this much more often than they do. “Yeah, then you’d have to do all of your media stuff by yourself.”

Max rolls his eyes again. “And I would be sad for you to be gone.” His breath stirs her hair as they settle close to each other.

Daniel goes as still as she ever does, and Max can practically hear the wheels in her head turning.  Before she pushes herself up so she can look at his face, sitting heavy on his chest like one of the cats back home (Max wants to tell her that Sassy winds around his legs when they’re on the phone and she can hear Daniel’s disembodied voice, and she doesn’t do that for anyone else). “You mean that?”

“Yes, Daniel.” He keeps his voice light, schools his face open. He wants to roll his eyes and ask if she’s really that stupid, or if she really thinks so little of him, but he suspects it’s not the time.

Her lips quirk and she blinks until her eyes aren’t so glassy (Max is secretly glad; he doesn’t like it when she cries – no matter what he does it feels like the wrong thing). “S’good to know.” She says eventually, settling back down and tucking her head under his chin, closer than they were.

“Did…did you think differently?” He asks, hesitant before he decides it might be easier not looking at each other.

She shrugs, but he can feel her picking her thumb nail where the skin is already shredded to pieces. “Not...I mean...I know it in theory. Or...logically, let’s say. Just...sometimes it doesn’t...or didn’t, feel like it, you know? Not from you, just...depression brain, I guess.” She huffs a laugh which is more like a puff of air against his chest. “They make pills for that, though. Turns out.”

Max chews over different words in his head until it’s nearly been too long, he thinks. “You could have said, that it was so bad.” He settles on eventually.

Daniel tuts. “Kinda hard when you don’t even wanna say it to yourself.” She mutters, and then takes a deep breath. Max thinks she’s counting in her head, it’s so measured. “Sorry, I...I know I could have. Thank you. Of course I know.”

“Maybe you don’t, sometimes.” He ventures. “I think of course you are very tough and brave in racing, but you think all the time you have to be that way for everyone.” Max almost holds his breath, worried he’s said too much.

“Wow, exposed.” She mutters after a moment of silence that isn’t quite charged, but its weighty. “Nah you’re...” she rolls onto her stomach so she can look at him, hands on his chest again. “You’re right. I don’t...or, I didn’t always know that, though. I’ve been...working on it, I guess. In therapy and stuff. I’m...trying.”

Max can see something determined in her face that had gone missing, by the end of the last year, ground out of her. He reaches for the curl falling in front of her eyes and nudges it back with the rest. “You of course know there’s nothing wrong with you, though.”

Daniel snorts. “Debatable. That’s the whole...the antidepressants are why I can’t...like I can’t stress the Mojave desert enough.”

“I said already this was okay, Daniel.” Max narrows his eyes at her. “Unless that’s all you came for.”

It’s a calculated risk, to goad her into a response. He’s known her so much of his life, the whole time he’s been an adult. They’ve been doing some form of this for most of that time, too, around girlfriends and boyfriends and racing.

Daniel scowls at him, dark brows drawn together and pout on her full mouth. “Hey! That’s not fair, I just...I missed you, and...”

He grins, so wide it almost makes his cheeks hurt. “You missed me?”

Max has time to register the surprise on her face before she’s even more in his space, nose an inch away from his and her body draped over his chest (if he looked, he knows he’d see straight down the neckline of her shirt – he doesn’t, because it doesn’t feel appropriate, but he does think about it). “You’re a little shit, Verstappen.” Daniel declares, eyes dancing a bit.

His hands naturally fall to her hip and her waist and he tries to look innocent. “I of course learnt from you, so you only have yourself to blame.”

She laughs long and loud and close to his face, and he wakes up to her drooling onto his shirt hours later, TV switched itself to standby. He puts her phone on charge next to his and nudges her under the blankets even though she grumbles about it (but she throws a leg over his, murmurs thanks into the hollow of his throat).