#master chief reassignment surgery

[twilighthomunculusart]

I made my boy 777 but real

He’s still missing his itasha which I’m still trying to figure out how to add. And I like to complain about how the wash I made ruined his paint. But he’s still real and still cool.

#OC #original character #doll repaint #toy #sci if #halo spartan #but not really I’m just invading your tags #master chief reassignment surgery

[ukrfeminism]

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A former barrister has won the right to sue an institute of higher eduction that allegedly ejected him from a course over his “gender critical beliefs”.

A judge has ruled that James Esses’s claim that he was treated unlawfully as a result of his beliefs should be tested at a full employment tribunal.

The trainee therapist has alleged that the UK Council for Psychotherapy ordered the Metanoia Institute in Ealing, west London, to have Esses thrown off his masters course.

It is alleged that the council issued that edict after Esses had raised concerns about the institute’s attitude to transgender issues, particularly relating to children.

At a preliminary hearing Esses set out the beliefs that he said should entitle him to legal protection. According to the judgement, these include “that sex is binary, immutable and biological, and gender is a question of identity based upon a variety of factors, including culture and socialisation”.

Esses went on to add to his definition “a collection of attributes or traits typically associated with a particular sex. Although someone may exhibit more masculine or feminine attributes or traits, it does not change their biological sex.”

The former criminal defence specialist said that “gender identity and sex are independent of one another and separate”.

Relating to the approach of psychotherapists to these issues, Esses argued that “gender reassignment is not de facto the appropriate treatment for all individuals experiencing gender dysphoria and that there may be such individuals who ought not to be treated in this manner immediately and/or merely by fact of their gender dysphoria”.

His view was that “psychotherapists should explore by way of open-ended discussion the context and possible causes of a person’s gender dysphoria, which may in some cases lead to the person desisting from a course of potentially irreversible and potentially damaging medical intervention such as puberty blockers, cross-sex hormones and sex reassignment surgery”.

The hearing in London was told that after Esses began his studies at the Metanoia Institute — which awards degrees and provides psychology, psychotherapy and counselling training — he applied for trainee membership of the UK Council for Psychotherapy in 2020.

And last year Esses sent an email to the council expressing his “concern with a lack of balance in the discussion and debate around treatment of gender dysphoria, particularly for children”. But the next month he received an email from the council’s registrar warning him that if he wished to apply for full membership he would have to abide by the body’s “ethical framework”.

Later an email was sent by the council to the chief executive of Metanoia, which stated “we are greatly concerned by this situation”.

Esses’s contract with the Metanoia Institute was then terminated and three weeks later he was informed that as he was no longer a student. His trainee membership of the council was also terminated.

Esses has now claimed that he was discriminated against, harassed and victimised because of his beliefs.

In his ruling, the employment judge Beyzade Beyzade said that Esses’s allegations should be tested at a full hearing, saying: “This is a fact sensitive exercise that the tribunal at a final hearing will be best placed to carry out.”

[boxoftheskyking]

I should name this Untamed fic Part 2

Here is Part 1

I’m not editing anything and I’m posting as I go so the structure will probably get fucked up 

Part 2: In Which Wei Wuxian Gets a New Assignment

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The way that Wei Wuxian looks at it, he’s lived ten lives. A few years that he likes to imagine were happy while his parents were alive. A few months as a beggar. Ten years as an adopted son. Three months as a student in Cloud Recesses. Fifteen glorious minutes as the focus of Lan Wangji’s irritated attention. A month that felt like a year as an orphan, again, hauling a comatose Jiang Cheng from one hideout to another. Two months recovering from a surgery no one can ever know about. A year and a half of wandering, too scared to face Jiang Cheng and the rest of the world, losing himself in the hills above Yiling, something in the mountain pulling him higher, deeper, calling to the void inside him and then spitting him back out. Two months in the prison at Qishan and then on trial for a couple things he did and a dozen things that had nothing to do with him—the ambush on the Lan hunting party chief among them. And now as a servant, mediocre and common and doing penance to a sect he’s never actually wronged. Unless you count breaking two hundred and seven of their rules in three months as a teenager. In his defense, three months is a long time, and Emperor’s Smile is really very good.

He’s early, which is truly unusual for him, but he’d been too nervous to sleep. He’s just approached the instruction pavilion when he hears raised voices from inside. Well, raised as much as they ever are in Cloud Recesses. 

“—I the Sect Leader, or am I not?” That sounds like Lan Xichen, though Wei Wuxian has never heard his voice be anything other than cool and placid as a mountain lake.

There is a long pause, or at least a moment where Wei Wuxian can’t hear what’s happening.

“—boy is a problem, Xichen, and I caution you against your own optimism—” Lan Qiren’s voice fades out into an irritated mumble.

“—less there is proof, and if you recall, Wen Ruohan produced no—”

They must be approaching the door, as Wei Wuxian can hear much more clearly now. Eavesdropping is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, but hey, they’re the ones that ordered him here at the ass crack of dawn.

No proof, he says there was no proof, he lets himself think for just a moment before shoving the hope back down. Doesn’t matter.

“With or without proof, it’s not a risk that should be taken. Certainly not with the children. Even if your faith is not misplaced, in the best case scenario, the boy is loud, he is flighty, he is unsuitable, and he is a problem.”

“Uncle,” Lan Xichen sounds calm as ever, but there is a surprising amount of steel in his tone. “I am the leader of this sect. I will always value your input and I am grateful for all of the education I’ve received at your hands, but you have to let me lead. And you have to let me disagree with you on some things. You turned down the role of sect leader for a reason, didn’t you?”

Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows shoot up. After the former sect leader and numerous high ranking members were killed in the ambush, it seemed only natural that the title should pass to his oldest son, the great Zewu-jun, despite his relatively young age. To hear that the first choice had been the Grand Master is certainly a surprise. 

There is a very long pause, and the door opens just a crack. Wei Wuxian tucks himself away around the corner of the building.

“Very well,” Lan Qiren says. “Just make sure he is supervised.”

“I trust Wangji,” the Sect Leader says, and his voice sounds like a book being closed, tied, and slotted back onto the shelf. Final.

It’s a lucky thing that the Grand Master isn’t coming back his way, or Wei Wuxian isn’t sure how he’d stay unnoticed. He waits a moment before yawning loudly and stamping his feet a few times, then coming around the corner hopefully looking like someone who just rolled out of bed five minutes ago.

“Zewu-jun,” he says respectfully, executing a neat bow. He’s always liked the Sect Leader, and the little ember of hope tries valiantly to rekindle itself at the kindness in his expression. How long has it been since someone looked at him with actual kindness?

“Young Master Wei.”

No one calls him that anymore, either.

“Please come inside.”

The room seems smaller than he remembers even without the crowd of white-clad students. Lan Xichen does not sit, so Wei Wuxian keeps a respectful distance and waits. 

“How are your quarters?”

Wei Wuxian can’t keep the surprise off his face at the question. “Um. Fine? Yes, they’re fine, thank you for inquiring.”

Lan Xichen nods thoughtfully. “Lin Biming has informed you that you are to be reassigned?”

“Yes, Zewu-jun.”

There’s an awkward pause. Am I supposed to ask? Wei Wuxian wonders.

“How much do you know about the ambush that claimed the life of the former Sect Leader?”

Wei Wuxian’s mouth goes completely dry. “It— I mean, I, uh—”

“I’m quite certain you were not involved.”

He feels himself list to the side, almost stumbling in shock. No sect leader, no one had ever said they believed him. Not even Jiang Cheng.

“Forgive me, I am not asking for information that you do not have. I am merely attempting to provide context for your new position. As you know, the former Sect Leader was killed in the ambush, but so were a good number of our senior disciples and experienced instructors. My brother, Lan Wangji, was meant to be on the night hunt as well, but as luck would have it he had stayed in Cloud Recesses to help tend to one of the children who had fallen ill.”

“I know who your brother is.” For some reason that’s the only thing that comes out of his mouth. 

Lan Xichen smiles just slightly. “Of course. In the aftermath of the attack, as you know, I assumed the role of Sect Leader. My brother has taken over the training of our younger disciples. Other instructors and caregivers have come to Gusu assist over the past few months, but none have stayed for very long.”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t feel like he can ask Why not, but he really, really wants to.

“I am assigning you to care for the young disciples. Lan Wangji will be in charge of their training and education, but other duties will fall to you. Making sure they are fed, clean, sleeping and waking at the appropriate time. Approved recreation activities, memorization of the rules. My brother is a very capable teacher,” a warmer smile flickers across Lan Xichen’s face, “but they are children. That is what we need help with. Not someone to train a generation of cultivators; someone to raise children.”

“But I—” Wei Wuxian can’t help himself. “I’ve never raised children. I mean I have no— I’m not a—”

“And you were never taught demonic cultivation techniques. But in less than a year you could raise and control an army of thirty-plus puppets, repress a soul-eater with a single talisman when it usually takes at least three, and transfer a curse from one victim to another without physical touch or spiritual power.”

“I—” He’s not sure if this list is meant to inspire confidence or to remind him why he’s earned this punishment. “It’s really not that hard if you think about the curse as its own entity. I mean, instead of a thing that takes energy to target and release, you see it as, I don’t know, not a being, but something with a want or a desire. And then it’s just making your intended target into something more attractive to the curse than whoever’s got it in the first place. It’s not, like, a genius thing.”

Lan Xichen blinks at him, and Wei Wuxian can’t quite read his expression. “You are not to teach that to the children.”

Wei Wuxian laughs. “I may be a fool and a demon, but I’m not interested in trying to control a bunch of twelve-year-olds with the ability to curse each other.” 

He waits, but Lan Xichen says nothing further.

“So I’m a quick study,” Wei Wuxian says carefully. “That doesn’t make me— That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I remember you,” the Sect Leader says simply. “From before.”

“I was a terror.”

Lan Xichen inclines his head just slightly. “So you’ll understand them, particularly the difficult ones.”

He can’t help a snort of laughter at that. He supposes it���s true. He remembers being a kid. He still feels like a kid, though he’s nineteen now. Sometimes he thinks he’s just been switching from one type of kid to another. So many lives, never a chance to grow up.

“Do you agree to the position?” Lan Xichen asks.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No, not really.”

Wei Wuxian gives him his most winning smile. “Great. When do I start?”

Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

#assorted writings #the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #is a good teacher #bluejay #does not understand any of the magic

[matteorossini]

Meet What's-His-Name, the Apollo Astronaut You've Never Heard Of

Donn Eisele on board Apollo 7. NASA.

There are some astronauts we know a lot about, or at least whose names are familiar, like Neil or Buzz (as in Armstrong and Aldrin, the first men on the Moon). More nerdy space fans will also recognize the names Gene and Pete (as is Cenan and Conrad). But what about Donn, is Eisele? Donn Eisele — whose last name is pronounced Eyes-lee, not Eye-zell — is a fascinating character who flew on the first Apollo mission but most people have never heard of him.

Like all his peers, because NASA’s astronaut qualifications were pretty rigid in the 1960s, held a Bachelor of Science degree from the US Naval Academy, a Masters of Science in Astronautics from the Air Force Institute of Technology, and flight experience at the Air Force Aerospace Research Pilot School at Edwards Air Force Base when he joined NASA as part of its third class of astronauts in October of 1963.

Earmarked as an Apollo astronaut, he was assigned to the crew of Apollo 1. The mission was meant to be a shakedown cruise, an Earth-orbital test flight of the non-lunar Block I Apollo command module. But in training for the mission he dislocated his shoulder twice and was forced to undergo surgery. And though he was expected to make a full recovery he wouldn’t be fit to fly the first mission. He traded places with Roger Chaffee and became the Command Module Pilot of Apollo 2, the second and final Block I test before NASA would get into flying the lunar-capable Block II spacecraft.

This plan for Eisele and NASA went out the window when the Apollo 1 crew, Chaffee along with Gus Grissom and Ed White, were killed during a fire on the launchpad during a routine test. Eisele and his cremates on Apollo 2, Commander Wally Schirra and Lunar Module Pilot Walt Cunningham, were reassigned to Apollo 7, the new first manned Apollo mission.

Eisele, Schirra, and Cunningham. NASA.

The flight was a stunning success but is best remembered for the crew’s disobedience. Schirra came down with a head cold in space, which soured his mood, and both Cunningham and Eisele fell in step with their commander. After they landed, flight directors swore none would ever fly again and they didn’t.

More than head colds Eisele might be best known for his divorce. Not long after the Apollo 7 flight he left his wife, Harriet, for his girlfriend Susie, to whom he stayed married for the rest of his life.

Eisele died suddenly in 1987. He succumbed to a heart attack in his sleep while on a work trip in Japan. And though he was traveling with his former Chief Astronaut Al Shepard, he didn’t do anything to help get the body home. Susie Eisele was left to figure it out on her own, ultimately having her late husband cremated and flown home. His remains are buried in Arlington Cemetery.

He left behind his unfinished memoirs that my friend and author Francis French cleaned up and published into a new memoir, which gets into the nitty gritty of his time with and after NASA. For your chance to win a signed copy check out my latest video on Vintage Space for the terms of the giveaway!

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