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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 month

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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.

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

#Mary Harrington #affirm or suicide #suicide narrative #trans or suicide #suicide #gender affirming care #gender affirming healthcare #gender affirmation #affirmation model #medical corruption #medical scandal #medical malpractice #gender lobotomy #pseudoscience #medical experimentation #religion is a mental illness

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mysteriouslypleasantdreamland · 7 months

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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.

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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.

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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…

#cardiophilia #cardiophile story #caffeine #medical whump #medical experimentation #I suck at math btw

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bloodybosom · 6 months

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The Iowa Induced Nightmare Experiments

#nekrogasm #medical experimentation #medical #nightmare #anesthesia #helpless #iowa induced nightmare experiments

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professornightmare · 4 days

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In the beginning will be scary, but you're going to have a lot of fun. Believe me. Just some deep breaths more.

#medfet #gynaecology #medical experimentation #operating room #surgery kink #gyno surgery #medical #anesthesia mask #surgery

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tblsomedoodles · 2 months

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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!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #donnie vs the world #my doodles #medical experimentation

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mysharona1987 · 2 months

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

#Science #sci fi #medical experimentation #animals #georgia #usa

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tiredflowercrown · 2 months

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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.

#dehumanisation tw #dehumanisation #medical experimentation #unethical practices #disney descendants #descendants #cj hook #freddie facilier #harriet hook #harry hook

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allthecanadianpolitics · 1 year

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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.

Full article

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

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treemaidengeek · 20 days

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Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Unconventional Format, laboratory notes, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Protective Guo Changcheng, unconscious Chu Shuzhi, Kidnapping and Rescue, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Lab Notebook of Drs. [Redacted] & [Redacted] Re: Reciprocal "Dark Energy" Transfusion Between Involuntarily Recruited Dixingren and Haixingren Subjects (with SID confiscated evidence addendum).

Xiao Guo must watch as the scientists take Lao Chu away, again and again, for experimentation. Every time they bring him back, he looks closer to death. Every time they take Xiao Guo himself, he becomes less sane, more scared, and more determined not to be separated again.

(This is a companion story to @justacoyote 's fanfic duology He's Mine and Won't Let Me Go. Each stands alone, but reading the others together before you come here will give you a fuller picture (and besides, they're very good!))

#guardian #chuguo #chu shuzhi #guo changcheng #medical experimentation #medical torture #fanfic #my stuff #I wrote a complete draft of this in a 24 hr madness #like ya do #writer problems #I'm really happy with it though!

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reality-detective · 6 months

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* * * 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." 🤔

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 4 months

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"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.

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balshumetsbaragouin · 2 months

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Valentine's Core Exchange Gift: Hybrid Affinity

I can finally talk about this! I am excited to have been able to take part in the first Valentine's Core Exchange. My giftee for this event is the amazing @nursal1060writes! I hope you enjoy your gift! Only the first chapter will be posted on AO3, this week, but they get the Full Monty in DMs. Thanks @valentines-core-exchange for connecting us!

Link: Hybrid Affinity Rating: Mature Characters: Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters Relationship: Danny & Vlad(Badger Cereal) Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use Chapter Word Count: 2,577 Story Word Total: 20k

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A momentary lapse of attention, a weapon's blast grounding him, an agent's boot heading towards his jaw…

Danny has been the 'primary research subject' of the Area 23 facility for the past three weeks. Since he was captured, he's had no contact with the outside world, and no chance of escape. After complaining about a lack of conversational partners, his heated cage finds a second occupant: Vlad Plasmius.

With his last chance at escape captured with him, Danny's hope dwindled until he heard the other halfa promise he had a plan. The only problem: He doesn't trust Vlad.

Have a sneak peek at the story below the cut!

The gun at the back of his head pressed deeper into the base of his skull. “I’m moving.”

“Not fast enough, ghost.” The agent tapped the spot right over his brain stem, “Keep dragging your feet, and I’ll save the government the expense of containing you.” The hiss of the pneumatic doors ahead of them sent tingles over his skin. The air on the other side smelled like the ecto-suppressant they pumped inside, burnt acrid chemicals, and days old sweat.

“I’m floating; you see me floating forward, right?” He stopped just on the other side of the barrier, long enough for the scan, and moved again when the light flashed green above the entrance. The hum of the ghost shield grated his ear drums as it scrapped over his skin. “No need to be so hostile.” The door clicked shut behind him, the agent no longer bothering to threaten him once he reached the inside of The Oven. “Whatever.” Danny floated the rest of the way into the heated metal box and tried to decide which wall he’d sizzle on for the next few hours. He’d favored the one facing the door when he’d first arrived, but the heating element sat closer to the surface. The sadists running this circle of hell designed it that way. Their scientists were probably measuring how long he’d put up with more pain to feel ‘secure’ or something.

He hovered in the middle of the room, eyeing the coolest wall, with an ache building up in his core. He decided to split the difference and sat against one of the walls perpendicular to the door. A low hiss filled the room as he sank down to the floor and leaned back. “You know, you don’t have to BBQ me. I’d be happy to answer questions without being spit-roasted.” The agents on the other side of the monitoring equipment couldn’t hear him. He’d made a show of cursing and insulting them the first… however long, until he was hoarse. They’d only told him they didn’t receive audio after he couldn’t speak. They said, ‘we’re not interested in any lies you ghost vermin want to tell’ and sneered down at him like he’d become a bug that learned to speak. They did monitor his energy levels, though. When he’d attempted an ecto-ray, a whole host of guns popped out of some panels in the ceiling and hosed him down with molten misery. The liquid didn’t start hot, not like the walls, but as soon as it touched him…

He rubbed at the spots along his forearms that got the worst of the spray. The jumpsuit still laid odd over those spots, like the ectoplasm underneath refused to come back all the way. He poked around the area, feeling the way the latex enmeshed with the healed flesh under it. Other areas stuck because he was slicked down with sweat, but here it felt glued down into the muscles. He leaned forward and frowned down at the half-melted state of his boots. The soles of his feet and the back of him always took the worst of it whenever he was back in the cage. Still, it was better than being in the labs. The blazing temperatures and grating silence granted a peace that left him when they wanted to stick tubes down his throat or needles into his skin. “I could even convince myself this is pleasant if I couldn’t smell that burning ectoplasm.”

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professornightmare · 10 days

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Don't fight it, just enjoy it.

#surgery kink #medical experimentation #gynaecology #gyno surgery #medfet

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spenglersglasses · 3 months

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Hey there Ghostbuster lovers!!!!!

It's me again back for the season of LOVE with the next chapter of my Egon x OC Molly fic!

I hope you all enjoy!

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 3: The Party

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The words were something that Egon never thought he would have to say. Though, whoever thinks to themselves that they have to tell someone they might be carrying his child without at least a night of passion to show for it. Egon placed his hands on Molly’s shoulders, ready to stabilize her if the news came as a shock. Molly waited with bated breath, staring into Egon’s eyes. Hoping he was about to kiss her.

“There was a mix up at the lab.” he began. Molly opened up her eyes, looking more confused than ever.

“Mix up? What do you mean?” she asked him. Egon felt his heart sink knowing what he was about to tell her. Deciding to help the two of them sit down on the stoop of her building. Prepared to confess it all.

“During the procedure, you were not inseminated with the correct donor sperm.” he said plainly. Molly's face went beet red, embarrassed to even be discussing it with him. The realization, only hitting her afterwards that she might be having some stranger's baby.

“Oh no… you mean… oh god.” she said, a bit stunned. Her hands, holding her either side of head as she took it all in. Egon took in a deep breath—he wasn’t finished just yet. He watched as she tried her best to contain herself. Holding back evidence of the panic she felt inside.

“That’s not all…Molly. I—I have to tell you, the donor sperm you received…it was mine.” he confessed. Suddenly Molly felt as though she might faint. Her head was spinning, and a loud ringing started becoming louder and louder in her ears. Frazzled and unsure if what she heard was truly what Egon was trying to say. Did he actually tell her that he, the man she had been slowly falling for, was possibly the father of her child? It was so much to take in.

“So if I’m pregnant, then…”

“Then I am the father.” Egon confirmed, “Molly if…if it happens then we will figure it out. I just needed to tell you. I couldn’t allow for things to continue on between us and… I am sure we have nothing to be concerned about. The likelihood of a successful first-time intrauterine insemination procedure is relatively low, about 13%.” he continued, trying his best to diffuse the situation.

“Oh…” she murmured, all the while growing quieter. A swirl of chaotic and undefined emotions, filling her up inside. The whole thing had become so damn bittersweet. On one hand she had a moment of hope. Unplanned as it was, she felt excited at the prospect to think she'd actually get to have a child with a man she…loved? But did he want that?

Egon continued, spouting off the low odds of conception, leaving her thin optimism in a dulled and blunt sense of doubt. “I guess you're right, there's no reason to get worked up.” She began, playing it off as if she were fine. Both her and Egon, however, knew the truth. “We will just have to wait and see.” she finished, the upset in her voice unable to be hidden as it cracked and trembled.

Egon sat quietly there beside her, unsure of how to make things better between them. While he could practically master every branch of science imaginable, the concept of relationships was not something he had ever excelled in. His history with the likes of Janine being a prime example. He wasn’t sure what to make of Molly’s reaction. He was even less sure how to comfort her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, staring down at the steps. His eyes focused on the spot between his shoes. The worn-down concrete, catching his attention as he felt Molly turn to face him. The tears were now undeniable in her eyes as he looked into them. Instantly feeling the pain she was going through when she spoke.

“I want you to know something.” She began, wringing her hands on the hem of her sweater.

“Go on.” He said, leaning closer to her. Waiting for a full breakdown to come into fruition, but instead Molly wiped the tears away from her eyes. Beginning to laugh softly.

“I really want this baby Egon. I have wanted one for so long. This… this doesn’t change that.”

“I know… I know.” he said with a smile. Allowing her to rest her head on his chest. “Molly… there's something else.” Egon began, pulling her up to look at him. Molly’s eyes widening as she sat back up. Facing him head on.

“Oh god Egon, I don’t think I can take anything else.” she said half joking, half serious.

“I wanted to tell you that, I have developed feelings for you as well.” he smiled, his gorgeous brown eyes sending Molly’s heart racing inside her chest. Wanting so badly to kiss him.

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A week had passed since Egon’s confession. Molly and him, ecstatic to find that they shared feelings for one another. Deciding to give a relationship between them a shot. Molly’s first order of business was to invite Egon to a Halloween party hosted by Sam and a few of her roadie friends.

She was excited to share the love of the season with him as they counted down the days until they would know if she had conceived. They began learning more about more about one another. Molly, fascinated by Egon’s time as a Ghostbuster and Egon just as equally intrigued by her “normal childhood”. The two of them, quickly growing closer with each passing day.

Molly was doing her best to pretend nothing had changed when she made a routine trip to the lab. She was due for some follow up blood tests and a few rounds of questions. Careful not to look Egon’s way and smiling over to Connie as she entered. Her scientist friend, still completely unaware of their budding romance.

Constance, too, was playing things close to the chest. Still under the assumption Molly was ignorant about the mix up, she continued on with business as usual. Egon finding other things to be conveniently busy with during the visit. Excusing himself to the storage room, leaving the two of them alone.

“How are you feeling Mol?” Connie asked her, giving her back her arm as she finished collecting the blood samples. Molly, feeling a bit lightheaded from seeing just how many tubes Connie had managed to fill.

“I’m doing well actually… Maybe I'm a little dizzy now.” she laughed, “But seriously no symptoms or anything… not sure if that's good or bad.” she explained as she held the cotton ball to the puncture in her arm. Connie quickly turned back with a band aid and a cautious smile on her face as she began placing it down.

“Well it may be too soon for anything. We will know in another few days.” she replied. Molly nodded in response. More excited than ever to get on her way, ready to get going to the party.

“I understand. Was there anything else I needed to do before I leave?” she asked, hopping off the exam table and grabbing her coat. Connie quickly flipped through her collection of papers on her clipboard and replied.

“Nope, it seems we are good here. Next time I see you we will be ready to test!” she beamed. Molly smiled back at her, noticing Egon slipping out of the lab to meet with her outside. Molly made her way to the street walking a bit down the sidewalk until she reached the corner—Egon waiting for her along the side of the building.

“Not sure how I feel about all this sneaking around.” he said, looking to see if Constance had followed her out.

“I mean we can tell her if you want. I think it might help her relax a bit. I can tell she’s on edge. Maybe she’d feel better too if she knew.” Molly said.

“Sure. Next time.” Egon smiled, taking Molly's hand and walking with her down the street.

“Do we need to stop over at your place to get your costume?” she asked him. Cuddling up close as they walked. The cold chill in the wind was beginning to settle in. Molly, taking it as the perfect excuse to get closer to him.

“What do you mean? I’m wearing it right now.” Egon explained, the two of them stopping in stride so he could present himself. Still dressed in his normal lab coat and suit.

“Egon.”

“What is it?” he asked her.

“That's not a costume.” Molly laughed.

“It is actually, you see I am going to the part as a research scientist.”

“Uh huh…” Molly hummed. The look of skepticism was plain on her face. “Maybe try something else ok.” she laughed. Egon nodded, figuring that it was a long shot, but he had to try.

“I will figure something out. Why don’t you head back and I will meet up with you tonight before the party.” he told her, wondering what he could find to wear.

“Sounds good.” Molly told him lifting up on her toes to kiss his cheek before taking off down the block. “I will see you tonight!”

“See you then!” he called back to her. Turning to head into the lab and grab his things before making his way to his apartment.

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It was a few hours later as Egon paced his apartment. Wondering if he could make up some excuse to come sans costume. As enticing as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint her. Suddenly deciding he had just the right thing—though he was nervous to put it on.

He threw his costume in a duffel bag, bringing it with him as he readied to leave for Molly’s. Hoping to let her give it the final approval, when he heard the phone ring. Egon let out a sigh, hastily making his way back into the living room and picking up the receiver. A familiar voice heard on the other end.

“Egon, it’s Constance. Are you sitting down?” she asked him. Immediately he was put on edge. He hated when people started out conversations in that way.

“No… Do I need to be?” he asked her.

“Uh… I would.” she advised. Her voice filled with sheer anxious energy. The feeling was palpable even over the phone. Egon took a seat, as suggested, on the sofa next to the table. Loosening the fit of his tie and taking a deep breath before he spoke again.

“Ok, I’m sitting.”

“She’s pregnant.” Constance told him, blurting out the words. Egon, feeling as if the wind was knocked out of him.

“Are you sure?” he asked her. Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses as he was convinced his vision had begun to blur.

“I’m positive. I just finished running her tests. There’s no doubt. We have to tell her.” Constance explained, freaking out on the other end. Despite his initial reaction, suddenly, Egon became as cool as a cucumber. This wasn’t a bad thing, right? Molly would be thrilled, wouldn’t she? Was he—thrilled?

“It’s alright… I will handle it.” he told Constance as he hung up the phone. Grabbing the duffle bag and heading out to meet Molly.

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“Come on, I wanna see it already.” Molly laughed. Waiting on her sofa for Egon to emerge from the bedroom. He had been in there a while putting on his outfit for the party. Molly, growing ever more impatient to see what he had come up with.

On the other side of the door, Egon was sitting down on the edge of Molly’s bed. He had been dressed for some time, but hadn’t yet been able to bring himself to leave the room. Every moment of them spent together drawing closer to the time he would have to tell her. Full of more anxiety than he had never experienced before.

When he arrived at her apartment that evening, he couldn’t help but zero in on her lower abdomen. Knowing that beneath her sweater, cradled inconspicuously within her pelvis was his child—their child. Right now, what was a small bunch of cells, would continue to rapidly divide and multiply over and over. His DNA and her’s, forever combined in what would become a little person.

It took everything in him not to shout it at her right there and then. Choosing instead to wait until the time felt right to reveal it. Hoping that they'd get some more time alone. Egon finally shook off his apprehension enough to leave the room. Molly's eyes lit up with an almost childlike wonder when she saw him.

“Oh Egon! It's perfect!” She cheered, jumping up and down as she approached him. Marveling at the fit of a very familiar flight suit. His name in stark red lettering against the black patch.

“Do you like it? It's really all I could think of.” He asked her, trying to stop himself from smiling too much at her delight.

“I love it! I get to bring an actual Ghostbuster with me to a Halloween party…and a handsome one at that. What's not to love!” She smiled, looking so beautiful in her Flashdance costume. Egon was particularly fond of the way her glutei maximi were accentuated in the tight black shorts. Her legs, that seemed to go on for days, were accented in black warmers and perfectly pink heels. Enticed by the fall of her baggy sweatshirt, peeking her bare shoulder to him.

He was proud of himself for being so restrained as he looked at her. Wishing he had the strength to press his lips against hers. To forgo the party and take her once and for all in the bed. Claim her the way he should have before they had managed to make a child. For now, he knew it would have to wait. They had a party to attend—and he still needed to tell her.

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Monster Mash was playing over the loudspeakers as they arrived. The semi-small studio apartment, packed like sardines with people. The crowd, a bit overwhelming for Egon as they traversed the room. Though he would take it in stride, knowing how much the event meant to Molly.

It wasn’t long before they bumped into Sam and Elaine. The two of them dressed as Madonna and a wicked witch respectively. Molly, all too happy to introduce Egon to them as her boyfriend with the sweetest of smiles on her face. Thrilled to be on her handsome gentlemen’s arm for the evening.

“Ghostbusters…I think I remember that from a while back. How crazy was all that?” Sam laughed trying to make conversation.

“It was quite exceptional and dangerous. A thing of the past now.” he responded, leaving his answer short, but still rather encompassing.

“Egon now studies more lively things, like human emotions.” laughed Molly. It became quickly apparent to them that Egon wasn’t like most men. Wanting very little to talk about himself and more happy to enjoy watching Molly having a good time. Elaine and Sam, thrilled to see just how happy he was making Molly.

“Sounds good to me. If he wants some good subjects I know where he can find some toddlers for it.” Elaine laughed, choking up a bit at the end when she suddenly remembered the situation with Molly, “Oh Mol… any word on the…'' she finished looking down at Molly's belly. Wondering how her new ghost busting beau would fit into the mix.

“Nothing yet.” she said, a hint of nervous laughter escaping her. Egon, swallowing back hard the knot in his throat, knowing that there was indeed something yet.

“Not to alarm you, but Seth is here tonight so he may ask about it.” Sam warned her.

“Oh…that's ok…ah Egon actually knows about Seth and the um…” Molly began just as the man in question appeared from behind Elaine’s shoulder.

“Talking about me behind my back?” Seth laughed as he approached. Immediately Egon was on edge. This was the man who was supposed to be the baby’s father. Long brown hair, broad shouldered, and conventionally attractive. He couldn’t help but think to himself, no wonder she had chosen him. Though his brawn did not seem matched by his brains.

“Of course not.” Sam said, rolling her eyes. Suddenly Seth’s attention was drawn to Molly. Looking her over up and down as she stood there. His gesturing, clearly showing how much he appreciated the fit of her costume.

“So Mol any word on if I knocked you up y—” he asked as Sam’s hand came hard across his chest, “What?”

“Jeez, Seth have some class.” she told him. Molly, looking horrified at how he had asked her. All the while, Egon was beginning to feel a bit unsettled hearing him talk to her in such a way.

“No Seth, as a matter of fact I have changed my mind about all that.” she explained. Her words sent a feeling of warmth throughout Egon’s chest. Feeling as if he had somehow managed to accomplish something without even trying.

“Oh really… that's a shame. We’d make some cute kiddos.” Seth laughed, the alcohol on his breath becoming more and more apparent.

“Seth, this is Molly’s boyfriend. Dr. Egon Spengler.” Elaine said, hoping he would get the point.

“Well I’ll be damned. An actual Ghostbuster. Boo!” he laughed, making a fool of himself in front of them. It was clear to Egon and everyone else that Seth was already inebriated.

“Why don’t we go sit down Seth.” Sam suggested, leading him off to the sofa as she mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to Molly. It was upsetting for her to see him like that and Egon could tell it was getting to her.

“Are you alright?” he asked her. Molly, pressing her lips into a smile.

“Yeah…just not used to seeing him so wasted.” she explained. Egon tried to brush it off, stuffing down the jealousy he felt creeping up inside.

“I am sure he’ll be fine.” Egon assured her. The rest of the night was going well. They mingled with a few of Molly’s friends from work and Egon was coaxed into talking about the glory days of ghost hunting when he heard a familiar voice in the crowd calling out his name.

“Egon?”

“Yes?” he said, turning around to come face to face with Janine Melnitz. It had been years since he’d seen her and in that time it seemed so much had changed. She was now sporting a hipper contemporary aesthetic. Her now bright red hair, styled into a bob and her black-rimmed circle spectacles a statement on her eyes. She was dressed in a lime green flapper girl costume, still wearing her leopard print coat as if he had only just arrived.

“Janine.” he said.

“Egon, it's been a long time.” she smiled, looking him over. “Though it looks like it was just yesterday.” she laughed seeing him in his flight suit.

“Do you all know each other?” Molly asked.

“Once upon a time. Right Egon. How do you all know each other?” Janine asked them.

“Oh from volunteering at a research clinic.” Molly laughed nervously. “Egon is my boyfriend.”

“Is that so? Well now Dr. Spengler seems you are doing well for yourself. You know Molly, a few years ago we almost got married.” Janine explained, the words instantly putting Molly on edge. Janine had been someone she met a while back. Hanging out with a group of Sam’s roadie friends and a bunch of artsy people they hung out with. Never in a million years did she think someone like Janine and Egon would have ever been an item.

“That was a long time ago.” Egon assured Molly, sensing her unease at the turn of the conversation. “How have you been Janine?” he asked, trying to maintain civil conversation, though he felt like he was stuck in quicksand. Unable to move from the awkward interaction without finding an appropriate out.

“Oh I’ve been around. Doing some secretarial work for the local community college, but nothing too serious. How have you been? Are the boys getting back together?” Janine smiled. Her eyes lighting up in Egon’s presence.

“Hardly. Peter is more interested in cable television than researching actual paranormal phenomena.” Egon explained.

“A shame.” Janine responded. Molly kept quiet while watching the two of them interact. At one point she was no longer hearing what was being said, but finding herself paying close attention to the way Janine would brush her hair behind one ear. Laughing as she placed her palm against Egon’s chest. It seemed like obvious flirting to Molly, but did Egon even notice?

It was clear now that whatever torch had been lit all those years ago, for Janine it was still burning. Molly, wondering if it was the same for Egon. As they stood there suddenly Molly felt someone poking her. A finger, tapping over and over into her shoulder before she turned around to see Seth once again. Two beers in hand and looking even more sloshed than he had before.

“Here Mol have a beer with me.” he told her trying to hand her the open bottle. Molly, politely refusing him as he carried on.

“Really?”

“No thanks, I’m good.” she said, once again trying to get him to back off. Her protests, catching Egon and Janine’s attention.

“Ah come on, it's just a beer. It’s Halloween, lighten up a bit will yah.” he insisted, shoving the bottle again in her face. Egon was overcome with anger. Watching the way Seth was treating Molly had his blood boiling. A feeling he had hardly ever felt before. He was unable to control himself as the beer bottle spilled over onto Molly’s sweatshirt. Molly, going to grab it from Seth if only to stop him from insisting she take a drink, when Egon finally lost it.

“Back off you oaf, she’s pregnant.” Egon snapped.

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