#3791

[honjitsuno1mai]

#3791 ＠ 埼玉県秩父郡長瀞町長瀞（秩父鉄道荒川橋梁）

[cardismantlers]

Sell my Car Kallista 3791 #Kallista #3791 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/kallista/

[vanillastopbath]

3791 Chicago, IL 05/18/2024

[damnfandomproblems]

Can horror game creators not do nfts, FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES.

[gutachter]

Einstweilige Zahlungsverfügung auch im VOB/B-Vertrag?

1. Zulässigkeit einer negativen Feststellungsverfügung gegen eine Abschlagsrechnung, die auf einen gem. § 650c Abs. 3 Satz 1 BGB ermittelten Mehrvergütungsanspruch gestützt wird. 2. § 650c Abs. 3 BGB ist ebenso wie § 650d BGB im VOB-Vertrag anwendbar. Will der Unternehmer nach § 650c Abs. 3 Satz 1 BGB vorgehen, müssen aber auch im VOB-Vertrag die Voraussetzungen des § 650b BGB gegeben sein. 3.…

[trooperst-3v3]

Today, I wanted to try my idea of creating a lightning blaster by combining the break room toaster with a Super Soaker. Once I'd built the prototype, I decided to go ahead and try it out on that dead turbolaser on our AT-M6.

I would now like to offer a public apology to everyone who was in the hangar with me at the time.

For any officer whose uniform was damaged or destroyed by the flames, I will be happy to make repairs or sew you a new one as needed.

Sorry about the smoke inhalation, FN-3791. I promise to visit you in medbay. Get well soon, buddy.

And I'll replace the toaster next pay day.

Thankfully, the AT-M6 was fine, so I can try other repair methods once the nerve endings in my hands heal.

[cc3357]

In the Oya Chat: Razor: Can't believe I was there for this Razor has sent RogerRoger.mp4 Karoki: Oh you lucky son of a- Razor: Best. Moment. Ever Karoki: Cody still hasn’t let it go btw And I dont think the rest of the CC’s are either His datapad keeps going off with notifs from their chat Rex has complained he’s getting bullied Razor: I just checked the chat and his opinion is absolutely valid It's already been made into a GIF

[studiorussogiuseppe]

Le spese legali per illeciti tributari dell’amministratore possono essere deducibili se sostenute a causa del mandato

Il riconoscimento della detraibilità delle spese di consulenza legale affrontate dalla società sussiste anche in caso di illecito tributario che involge il profilo penale dell’amministratore, quando riguarda atti compiuti e dovuti a causa del mandato dallo stesso ricoperto nella società stessa. Lo ha stabilito la Corte di Giustizia Tributaria di II grado della LOMBARDIA Sezione 16, Sentenza n.…

[covid-safer-hotties]

Newly discovered antibody protects against all COVID-19 variants - Published Sept 3, 2024

Researchers have discovered an antibody able to neutralize all known variants of SARS-CoV-2, the virus that causes COVID-19, as well as distantly related SARS-like coronaviruses that infect other animals.

As part of a new study on hybrid immunity to the virus, the large, multi-institution research team led by The University of Texas at Austin discovered and isolated a broadly neutralizing plasma antibody, called SC27, from a single patient. Using technology developed over several years of research into antibody response, the team led by UT engineers and scientists obtained the exact molecular sequence of the antibody, opening the possibility of manufacturing it on a larger scale for future treatments.

"The discovery of SC27, and other antibodies like it in the future, will help us better protect the population against current and future COVID variants," said Jason Lavinder, a research assistant professor in the Cockrell School of Engineering's McKetta Department of Chemical Engineering and one of the leaders of the new research, which was recently published in Cell Reports Medicine.

During the more than four years since the discovery of COVID-19, the virus that causes it has rapidly evolved. Each new variant has displayed different characteristics, many of which made them more resistant to vaccines and other treatments.

Protective antibodies bind to a part of the virus called the spike protein that acts as an anchor point for the virus to attach to and infect the cells in the body. By blocking the spike protein, the antibodies prevent this interaction and, therefore, also prevent infection.

SC27 recognized the different characteristics of the spike proteins in the many COVID variants. Fellow UT researchers, who were the first to decode the structure of the original spike protein and paved the way for vaccines and other treatments, verified SC27's capabilities.

The technology used to isolate the antibody, termed Ig-Seq, gives researchers a closer look at the antibody response to infection and vaccination using a combination of single-cell DNA sequencing and proteomics.

"One goal of this research, and vaccinology in general, is to work toward a universal vaccine that can generate antibodies and create an immune response with broad protection to a rapidly mutating virus," said Will Voss, a recent Ph.D. graduate in cell and molecular biology in UT's College of Natural Sciences, who co-led the study.

In addition to the discovery of this antibody, the research found that hybrid immunity—a combination of both infection and vaccination—offers increased antibody-based protection against future exposure compared with infection or vaccination alone.

The work comes amid another summer COVID spike. This trend shows that while the worst of the pandemic may have passed, there's still a need for innovative solutions to help people avoid and treat the virus.

The researchers have filed a patent application for SC27.

More information: William N. Voss et al, Hybrid immunity to SARS-CoV-2 arises from serological recall of IgG antibodies distinctly imprinted by infection or vaccination, Cell Reports Medicine (2024). DOI: 10.1016/j.xcrm.2024.101668 www.cell.com/cell-reports-medicine/fulltext/S2666-3791(24)00382-3?_returnURL=https%3A%2F%2Flinkinghub.elsevier.com%2Fretrieve%2Fpii%2FS2666379124003823%3Fshowall%3Dtrue

[rizlowwritessortof]

FBI and Cherry Pie

@jacklesversebingo fic #5!!!

This fic is based on Dean's hook-up with the diner waitress in 12x18 The Memory Remains, told from her POV. Hope you enjoy! The prompt for this one is 'I'm gonna need more bandages,' and it's in bold in the fic. (And I wrestled with getting it worked in here for a while! 😂)

Have I ever told you about the time the FBI came into my diner? No? I never told you about hooking up with the sexiest man I’ve ever met? Well, grab some coffee and have a seat, and I’ll tell you all about it.

Pairing: Dean x the nameless waitress from 12x18

Word Count: 3791

Warnings: Fluffy smut

Dividers: Cherry dividers by @kodaswrld

Have I ever told you about the time the FBI came into my diner? No? I never told you about hooking up with the sexiest man I’ve ever met? Well, grab some coffee and have a seat, and I’ll tell you all about it.

I will never forget when he walked into the diner, wearing a suit and tie, and that long overcoat. Perfect hair. Perfect smile. Tall and broad-shouldered and so gorgeous he made me forget what I was doing for a minute, the coffee cup I was filling overflowing and making a huge mess on the floor behind the counter.

I used the time it took to mop up the coffee to try and get myself together, and then I got back to work. We exchanged flirty smiles every time I passed by, and he gave me his undivided attention and a ‘Thank you, sweetheart’ when I’d stop to refill his cup, which I’m sure I did way more than was necessary. He had the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen, eyelashes I was frankly jealous of, and I was dying to trace the shape of his tempting lips with my fingertips.

I know there was an extra little swing in my walk – my body had a mind of its own in his presence. I felt like I was a love-struck teenager again, distracted and feverish and lusting after this total stranger. At one point I looked up from behind the counter and there he was, perching himself on one of the seats in front of me with his coffee in hand.

And then he did it. The whole ‘This coffee is hot’ routine, the cheesy pickup line I’d heard dozens of times before. It had never worked – not until then. He asked my name with a boyish grin on his face, and I gave it to him – and if we’d been alone, I probably would have included my panties.

The diner was busy, so I slipped him my phone number and address, told him what time I got off, and then he and his partner took off. I think I walked about a foot off the floor for the rest of my shift, floating through my day with nothing on my mind but what would be happening that night.

I was all showered and fresh and jittery from anticipation when he knocked on my door that night. He flashed me that devastating grin when I opened the door, and I stepped aside to let him in. I offered to take his coat, suddenly nervous and unsure of what to say.

He waited for me to hang his coat in the closet, and I turned to face him, still completely at a loss. I mean, not like I was inexperienced or anything – I’ve been known to spend a night with an available guy here and there – a girl does have needs, after all. But something about Dean – I don’t know, it just seemed like this night was going to be – more.

Thus my nerves. I gave him a shaky smile and blurted out, “So, do you want a drink?”

He smiled, his tongue darting out over those delicious-looking lips as he stepped closer. He reached to touch my face, his thumb gently tracing over my cheekbone. “How about we save that for later?” he replied in a husky whisper, his other hand moving up my bare arm as those lips brushed over mine, seeking, then settling in with a low hum to steal any remaining thoughts from my spinning mind.

I’m quite sure there are women out there who have survived kissing Dean. I’m not sure any of them have come out the other side of the experience the same as they were before. I know I wasn’t. I have never, not before or since, been kissed like that. He was an artist.

Once he had kissed me senseless, he pulled back for a second, looking down at me with those mesmerizing green eyes as he spoke in a voice that sent vibrations right through me. “Where do you want me, beautiful?” Talk about a loaded question – but I just gestured lamely towards the bedroom and let him steer me that direction.

He kissed me all the way there, even though we bumped into walls and he smacked his elbow hard on the doorway on the way into the room, but he laughed, and I laughed, and I was suddenly completely at ease. I had never met someone so sexually attractive and at the same time so boyishly appealing. I was still giggling a little as I shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders, and he shrugged it off, letting it hit the floor and kicking it away. He let me work the buttons open on his shirt before his smile faded, his eyes roaming over me as his hands came to rest on my waist and then moved upward to pull my shirt up slowly. I lifted my arms, letting him finish removing my t-shirt, and I watched as he tongued his plush lower lip in between his teeth, his eyes devouring me in my sexiest lacy bra.

“You like?” I asked coyly, looking up at him from under my lashes, and he let out a little growl as he yanked me close and kissed me hungrily. Every inch of my exposed skin that came in contact with his was buzzing with electricity, and I wanted more. He nipped at my bottom lip and I sucked at the tip of his tongue, my hands slipping beneath his open shirt to roam over his back, the swell and dip of muscle there making me feverish with want.

He backed me up until my knees hit the mattress, and he stopped for one moment to raise an eyebrow at me as he reached for the drawer in the bedside table. I nodded, knowing what he was after, and he pulled out the foil packet he was searching for, dropping it near the lamp before he advanced again with a predatory smile, making me scoot back onto the bed with a matching grin.

He unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, standing up again to pull them over my bare feet before he finished removing his shirt. Then he crawled up over me again, letting his eyes roam over me, a finger tracing the lace at the top of my matching panties. “Did you put this on just for me?” he asked, and I nodded, my lip caught in my teeth. “Let me show you just how much I appreciate it,” he said, bending to place slow, lingering kisses all the way down my torso. He stopped, staring down at the birthmark I have just at the inside of my hip bone, tracing the shape with his fingertip. “So does this mark the spot where you like to be kissed?” he teased. “Are there more of these? Like, um – a sexy map?” he asked with a wink and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I laughed at his antics, shaking my head. “No more, sorry.”

His smile slowly faded, his gaze smoldering as he stared into my eyes, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of my panties to pull them down. “Don’t worry, I can find my way.”

I could barely breathe as he quickly disposed of my panties and kissed his way up my calves, first one side, then the other. Then the nibbling on my inner thighs began, and I started to be concerned about my sanity.

Dean’s mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon. I’ve had men go down on me before, yes, but – let’s be honest – most of the time they do it because they think they’re expected to in order to get what they really want, not because they enjoy it. Believe me when I say that Dean enjoys it. He enjoyed it until I was a delirious, blissful mess, and by the time I could focus again he was standing at the foot of the bed unzipping his pants. He gave me a slow, lazy smile as I opened my eyes. “There she is,” he said, turning around to sit on the bed and remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes. I couldn’t take my eyes off the play of muscle beneath the smooth, taut skin of his back, the breadth of his shoulders, the spattering of light freckles over both making me long to play connect-the-dots with my tongue.

Then he stood back up and turned, and I forced myself to close my mouth before I drooled down my chin. God, he was just perfect all over. “Somebody in this room is still not completely naked,” he teased, giving that glorious cock in his hand a gentle stroke. He didn’t have to say it twice.

I sat up, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and tossing it somewhere – I faintly heard something crash as it knocked something to the floor, but I didn’t care. I was too busy crawling down the mattress with my eyes on the prize. He hissed in a breath when I tongued at the tip of his cock, moving his hand out of the way and letting me take over. He let out a quiet ‘fuck’ when I sucked him into my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair, and I made it my mission in life to pull as many delicious noises from him as he had forced from me. When I reached down to gently squeeze his balls, his grip in my hair tightened, his voice strained as he spoke. “Fuck, sweetheart, stop.” I looked up at him as I backed away, afraid I’d gotten too carried away, but he gave me a crooked smile and continued. “I mean, unless you want to wait a while for me to fuck you…”

I shot him a naughty grin. “No, I do not want to wait,” I sassed, and he immediately began to chase me up the length of the bed, me scrambling backwards as he crawled after me, and we were both laughing when he caught me – for a minute, anyway. Then he looked down, let out a little groan, and dived in, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I made a noise, somewhere between a whine and a screech, and he settled in to tease me until both nipples were hard and tingling and I finally grabbed him by the hair. “Listen – somebody said something about fucking, and I’m still waiting,” I panted out, and he flashed that playful smirk again before he grabbed the condom off the nightstand and ripped it open.

He rolled it on and was hovering over me again in seconds, lining himself up and then kissing me again as he slowly, so slowly, pushed inside. I had to turn my head, unable to breathe, he just kept going deeper and deeper, and when I thought I couldn’t take in any more, he was finally buried completely inside me. He held still while my body molded around him, his lips nibbling at my throat and shoulders, speaking in that low, sexy voice in my ear and telling me how good I felt, that he loved how hot and tight I was, that I was taking him so well, and it was almost enough to send me over the edge again. “So fucking sexy, you know that? You ready for me, gorgeous?”

“So ready,” I managed to whisper, “fuck me, Dean.”

“Gladly, sweetheart.” He braced himself on his forearms and pulled back, a slow drag out, back in to the limit and then out again, but I was getting impatient by that time, and I locked my legs around him and pulled him in.

“Fuck. Me.” I said with my teeth clenched, and he flashed that naughty grin again before he got serious. I asked for it, and I got it. He slipped a hand underneath my lower back, angling me to the perfect position for him to hit my sweet spot with each driving thrust, and I completely lost control of the noises I was making, hoping fleetingly that my neighbors wouldn’t hear me and call 911. Honestly, I didn’t really care. If I ever get the chance to choose the way I die, I’ll choose this.

I came once, screaming his name, and he just kept going. I hung on, clawing at his shoulders and back, and I could feel him begin to throb when he came, growling and burying his face in my neck. I was exhausted, but another orgasm washed over me, leaving me shaking and weak, panting for air. His breath was hot on my neck, our hearts pounding in unison, and I know I drifted off to sleep for a while. I woke up with a whimper as he pulled himself free, and I laid there, sated and still as he got up and took care of the condom before collapsing down on the bed beside me with a heavy sigh.

The next morning, Dean rode with me back to the diner to meet his partner. We hadn’t slept much the night before, but I was feeling good. Really good. I had aches in several places, but they were delicious reminders of the night before, and I didn’t mind at all.

Dean walked me into the diner, taking my elbow to stop me just inside the door. “I’ll see you later,” he said softly right next to my ear, giving my arm a squeeze before he walked away to join his partner at a nearby table. He had a secretive smile on his face as he sat down, and me? I was smiling all the way to the kitchen. He had promised to come back after they finished up with work, and I was warm with anticipation at the thought of spending another night with him.

The day seemed to drag on forever, but finally the afternoon coffee drinkers cleared out and it was time to close. I went to the kitchen and got busy restocking and baking pies, since we were almost out. I was just pulling the second batch of pies from the oven when Dean texted me, letting me know he was at the front door.

I unlocked the door, letting him into the dark dining room and locking the door behind him before taking his hand to lead him to the kitchen. I was excited to see him, and a little nervous, babbling as we headed that way. “Smells great in here,” he said, and I turned to face him with a smile, but that smile melted away quickly when I saw his face. His ear and the hair behind it was covered in blood, the side of his face bruised and scraped raw, and I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“Oh my god, Dean – oh my god! What happened?” He tried to say he was fine, but I wasn’t listening. “You’re bleeding, you – you have a cut on your head, you could have a concussion! You probably need stitches!” I rushed over to the first aid cabinet on the wall, grabbing the portable kit and hurrying back to his side, opening the box as I continued rambling. “Oh my god, oh my god, we have to fix that cut – shit, I’m gonna need more bandages. Why doesn’t anybody ever restock this thing after they use it? We have to get you to the hospital!”

Dean grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently to stop my rant. “Sweetheart, I promise you, I’m fine. The cut isn’t bad, I don’t need stitches, I don’t have a concussion. I might look a little messy, but I’m okay.” I stared up at him, shaking, and he pulled me into his arms. “You gotta believe me, I’m fine.”

I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm myself, then pushed away, flashing him a stern look. “Fine. But you’re gonna let me clean you up,” I said, jerking the chair out from under the counter and nodding in its direction.

“Yeah, okay,” he answered with a rueful smirk, sitting down without any argument.

He sat still for me while I carefully cleaned his face, and then moved on to clean the blood from his ear and his hair. He winced as I cleaned around the cut on his head, but didn’t make a sound. When I was done, I took the first aid kit back to the cabinet, letting out a relieved sigh, finally feeling somewhat calm again. He stood up, pushing the chair back into place as I came back to stand in front of him.

Dean glanced around the room. “Lots of pies,” he said.

“Yeah, we were almost out. I was baking while I waited for you.”

“Might have to buy one to take with me when I leave.” He cleared his throat. “So, I – uh…” He huffed out a breath, then continued. “I’m not gonna be able to stay tonight. We caught another case. My partner is at the motel getting our stuff together and then he’ll be back to pick me up.” My face must have reflected exactly how I felt at hearing the news, and he put a hand up to my face, regret in his eyes. “Sorry. We’ve got maybe half an hour.”

I bit my lip, fighting the disappointment, but I didn’t want to waste the little time we had. So I pushed it down, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed him. He crushed me to him with a groan and kissed me back hard, then backed me away, reaching for the ties on my wrap dress. He pulled it open, tugging my panties down to my thighs and then moving his hands to my waist to lift me and plop me on top of the counter. My fingers landed in the cherry pie next to me, and he laughed. “Oops. I’ll pay for that,” he said as I pulled my hand out, my fingertips covered with the red filling. He took hold of my wrist, lifting my hand to his lips and sucking my finger into his mouth, and everything inside me went molten at the sensation. He cleaned each finger, then reached over to scoop another dollop of cherry goo with his finger, bringing it to my lips. I stared into his eyes as I leaned in and sucked that fingertip into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it, smothering a smile as he let out a moan.

His phone pinged, and he pulled it from his pocket with an annoyed frown. He looked back up at me, laying the phone aside and glancing towards the pie again. “Damn it. I wish we had more time, sweetheart, because I just wanna lay you out, smear that pie all over you and clean it off with my tongue. But Sam’s on his way.”

I stared back at him for a beat, then bent over to push my panties down farther, letting them fall to my feet and kicking them to the floor. “Then I guess we’d better hurry,” I said, reaching for his zipper.

Dean reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth as I yanked his pants and boxers down. He rolled it on, pulling me a little closer to the edge of the counter before grazing his fingers through my folds, slipping two of those long, thick digits inside of me for several quick strokes before he pulled them free and lined himself up. Both hands gripped my hips as he plunged inside me, looking into my eyes as I panted for air.

“This thing bolted down?” he asked, tapping the counter top. “Good,” he said at my nod, and he started a fast, hard rhythm that forced cries from me each time our bodies collided. It was delicious and intense, on the edge of desperate, and it felt amazing. I had my arms braced on the counter top, so he reached a hand down between us and rubbed at my clit, sending me over the edge. He came a few strokes later with a rasping growl, holding himself in deep until he finished and pulled me up close, those strong arms holding me tight against his chest.

I slipped my arms around him, running my hands over that tight ass and up under his shirt to smooth over his back, needing to feel his skin beneath my touch. “Wish you didn’t have to leave,” I said, “that whole pie thing sounds pretty amazing.”

He laughed softly, giving me a squeeze before backing up far enough to kiss me. “Yeah, it would be. Guess I’ll just have to dream about it. I’m thinking I’ll be having some really good dreams about you.”

“Mmmmm, yes – so will I.” I kissed him again, and we kind of got lost in it, his cock twitching back to life inside me – and then his phone pinged again, and he stopped kissing me with a reluctant sigh.

We both moaned a little when he pulled out, and he went to dispose of the condom before coming back to grab my panties from the floor and help me get them back over my feet. He helped me slip off the counter and stand to pull them up, and then closed my dress and tied it before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me gently. “Thank you. I’ve had more fun with you the last couple of days than I’ve had – well, in a long time.”

“So have I. If you ever get back this way again…”

“Count on it,” he said, taking a step back and fastening his jeans. “I guess – I’d better go.”

I turned to grab a pie from the counter, handing it to him as he looked at me in surprise. “Take it. It’s cherry. From now on when you eat cherry pie, think of me, okay?”

He smirked, nodding. “Count on that, too.”

I walked him to the door and let him out, one last clinging kiss for the road, and then I locked the door behind him and watched him leave.

So, that’s the story of my run-in with the FBI. Well, with the FBI agent. It was epic, that’s for sure. I can’t bake a cherry pie without thinking about him. I keep hoping one day he’ll walk back through that door, but it will probably never happen. Oh, well, you know what they say – it’s better to have fucked and lost than never to have fucked at all. Okay, so I paraphrased. It still works.

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[simdertalia]

✈️ ACNH DAL Souvenirs Set ✈️

14 items | Sims 4, base game compatible (steam animation requires Cats & Dogs), some extra swatches added by me 💗

I hope you enjoy! ☺️💗

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Download below, all in a zip file or pick & choose!

Set contains: Buy: -Backpack Decor | 1 swatch | 797 poly -Hat Decor | 1 swatch | 824 poly -Mug (empty) | 1 swatch | 602 poly -Mug (full: 2 items for steam and no steam) | 5 swatches | 638 poly -Orville Doll (standing, sitting, & functional toy) | 4 swatches for facial expression | 3791 poly each -Wilbur Doll (standing, sitting, & functional toy) | 4 swatches for facial expression | 4109 poly each -Sleep Mask Decor | 1 swatch | 604 poly -Slippers Decor | 1 swatch | 740 poly -Sunglasses Decor | 2 swatches | 832 poly

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Alchemy of Minds / Mel Merdada x Male Reader

Mel Medarda, ever the calculating and composed Piltover leader, unexpectedly finds herself drawn to Y/n Tenwick, a bold Zaunite scientist brought to the city as an apprentice under Professor Heimerdinger. Drawn to his bold ideas and unguarded kindness, Mel begins visiting his lab, finding an unexpected companionship. Yet, she’s haunted by the dangers of this attachment in Piltover’s cutthroat society, leaving her torn between duty and a desire for something genuine.

Warning: soft angst (?)

Word count: 3791

A/n: Any grammar mistakes will be fixed later

The morning light that bathed Piltover’s marble streets was crisp, cutting through the chill of the early hours. On the balcony of a towering estate, Mel Medarda sat alone with a goblet of honeyed wine, her golden eyes sharp and calculating, as always.

Mel enjoyed being alone. Silence gave her room to think—strategize, analyze, and dismantle obstacles before they even arose. But the morning’s peace was interrupted by a sharp knock at the entrance to her estate, followed by a servant informing her of a peculiar invitation.

“Professor Heimerdinger requested that you attend today’s symposium at the Academy, Madam. He said there would be… interesting minds.” The servant bowed low, sensing Mel’s irritation, though she allowed none of it to touch her face.

Mel exhaled through her nose. Heimerdinger, with his endless optimism, had a knack for making promises about “interesting minds.” Most of those minds, however, were stuffy bureaucrats clinging to outdated ideas of order. But Mel was bored, and boredom was dangerous—dangerous for her and anyone caught in her path.

“Tell the Professor I’ll be attending,” she said, rising from her seat.

She didn’t know, not yet, that today would be the beginning of her undoing.

The symposium buzzed with the usual self-importance that Mel had grown to despise, but her entrance commanded attention as it always did. Draped in silk and gold, she glided through the hall like a queen surveying her court. Most eyes followed her—except for one.

In a far corner of the room, a young man sat with his head bent over a complex schematic, completely absorbed in his work. His unkempt hair and stained gloves marked him as out of place among the pristine scholars of Piltover. His clothes, though freshly pressed, bore the lingering smell of smoke and strange chemicals—a scent familiar to anyone who had been to Zaun.

Mel’s lips curled into a smirk. A Zaunite apprentice, here in Piltover, under Heimerdinger’s tutelage? Intriguing.

She moved closer, intrigued not just by the novelty of him but by his sheer lack of awareness of his surroundings. His focus was magnetic, a sharp contrast to the superficiality she saw in most Piltover elites. The man looked like someone who had never cared for politics, only precision.

“You seem determined to solve the mysteries of the universe without bothering to attend the actual lecture,” Mel said, her voice smooth as silk.

The man's eyes. A brief flash of panic crossed his face, but it faded into something softer—curiosity.

“I—sorry. Didn’t realize it started,” he murmured, his Zaunite accent faint but unmistakable. He straightened, pulling off his gloves and offering his hand. “I’m Y/n. Y/n Tenwick. Apprentice to Professor Heimerdinger.”

Mel studied his hand for a beat longer than necessary as if considering what kind of man would offer a handshake without realizing who she was. She took it, feeling the slight roughness of his palm. A worker’s hand. A builder’s hand.

“Mel Medarda,” she replied, watching his expression closely for a flicker of recognition. There was none. He didn’t know who she was, and somehow, that thrilled her.

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Miss Medarda,” he said, oblivious to the weight her name carried in Piltover. “Sorry about earlier. It’s just—there’s this problem I’ve been trying to solve with stabilizing Hextech particles, and I guess I lost track of time.” He chuckled nervously, brushing a streak of grease off his cheek.

Mel raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. Most men she met tried to impress her with wealth or power. Y/n, it seemed, had no such pretense. His passion lay elsewhere, somewhere genuine, raw, and entirely untouched by the delicate webs of politics that Mel wove daily.

“And have you solved it?” she asked, her voice carrying a playful challenge.

“Almost.” He grinned, the nervousness in him easing slightly. “But it keeps slipping. Like… like trying to catch smoke in a bottle. I think I’m missing something—some variable I haven’t accounted for.”

Mel tilted her head, resting her chin delicately on her fingers. “Or perhaps you’re overthinking it. Sometimes the solution is simpler than we want it to be.”

Y/n blinked at her, surprised by the comment, but instead of brushing it off, he seemed to consider it. It was a rare thing, Mel thought—someone who didn’t dismiss her out of fear or ego, but who genuinely listened.

“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “Or maybe the solution’s just… waiting in the right place.” He looked at her then, and for the first time, Mel saw the flicker of something unexpected—interest. Not in the way most men looked at her, as if she were a prize to be won, but as if he were seeing her for the first time, as a person rather than a political tool.

It was disarming. And dangerous.

“Tell me, Y/n,” she said, her voice softening just a fraction. “How does a Zaunite find himself under Heimerdinger’s wing? That’s no small feat.”

Y/n scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “Bit of a long story. But… the short version? I built something dangerous back in Zaun. Heimerdinger found out and thought I might do less harm if I had proper guidance.”

Mel laughed—truly laughed—and it caught Y/n off guard. “And here you are, in the heart of Piltover, still building dangerous things.”

“Old habits die hard,” he admitted with a grin, his eyes alight with mischief.

For a moment, the world outside this strange conversation faded away. Mel forgot about the political games she played and the alliances she had to maintain. In Y/n’s unpolished charm, there was no hidden agenda, no expectations—just a man who looked at the world through the lens of what could be instead of what should be.

It was a dangerous feeling, this lightness in her chest. Mel knew better than to let her guard down. She knew the risks of attaching herself to someone so far removed from her world. And yet, as she watched Y/n return to his schematic, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, she found herself wanting to stay just a little longer.

Maybe, just maybe, not every connection had to be calculated.

And for the first time in a long while, Mel Medarda felt something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years.

Hope.

That evening, as she returned to her estate, Mel stood on the same balcony where her day had begun. Below her, the city glittered with light and life. But her thoughts were not on Piltover tonight.

They were on a Zaunite with ink-stained hands and a mind full of impossible ideas.

And though she knew it was foolish—knew it could lead to ruin—Mel allowed herself the smallest flicker of something dangerously close to longing.

The fractures in her golden armor were beginning to form. And she didn’t know if she wanted to stop them.

——————————

Over the next few weeks, Mel Medarda found herself drawn back to the Academy more than she would have cared to admit. Meetings and state dinners were rearranged, political allies left waiting. Each time she promised herself it would be the last visit—just a passing curiosity, nothing more—but each time she ended up in the same place: the lab tucked into the far corner of the Academy’s west wing, where Y/n Tenwick worked tirelessly under dim lantern light.

To her surprise, Y/n never seemed fazed by her sudden appearances. In a city full of people eager to curry favor or steal glances at her, Y/n treated her like a familiar shadow, neither unwelcome nor remarkable. He greeted her with an easy smile, even when his hands were buried in some strange contraption or his face was smeared with soot.

“You’re back,” Y/n would say with a lopsided grin, as if she were a colleague stopping by to chat rather than a Medarda.

And each time, Mel found herself lingering just a little longer, fascinated by the way his mind worked—so unlike the polished aristocrats she dealt with every day. His ideas were messy, chaotic even, but underneath the disorder lay brilliance. Y/n thought not in rules and limits, but in endless possibilities.

One evening, long after the sun had set, she found herself sitting on a workbench in his lab as Y/n fidgeted with a delicate device in his hands—a small sphere of polished brass, etched with intricate runes.

“It’s supposed to detect anomalies in Hextech crystals,” he explained, turning the sphere slowly, his brow furrowed in concentration. “But it keeps shorting out the second it gets near anything remotely unstable.”

Mel leaned closer, watching the way his hands moved—deft and precise, despite the chaos of his surroundings. “So what you’re saying is it works too well. It’s not detecting failure. It’s… anticipating it.���

Y/n looked up, his eyes widening slightly in realization. “Exactly!” he exclaimed, his grin spreading. “It’s rejecting anything it thinks might destabilize, even if it hasn’t happened yet.”

“Sounds like the people of Piltover,” Mel murmured with a smirk. “Refusing anything unfamiliar before it even has a chance to prove itself.”

Y/n laughed, a warm, unguarded sound that filled the small lab. “And here I thought Piltover was all about progress.”

“Progress at a carefully calculated pace,” Mel replied, a sharp edge beneath her smile. “One that doesn’t upset the delicate balance of power.”

Y/n gave her a curious look, as if seeing her for the first time in a new light. “You sound like someone who knows a lot about power.”

“Maybe.” She met his gaze, unflinching. “And you sound like someone who doesn’t care about it at all.”

He shrugged, turning the brass sphere over in his hands. “I care more about discovery than control. Power doesn’t build things—ideas do.”

Mel’s heart skipped, just for a moment. It was a dangerous way to think in a world like theirs, but it was also… intoxicating. Y/n wasn’t weighed down by ambition or fear, and that made him unlike anyone she had ever known.

“That’s a bold philosophy,” she said softly, as if testing the words on her tongue. “Not many people think that way.”

“Maybe that’s why the world’s so broken,” Y/n replied with a grin.

Mel shook her head, amused. “And here I thought it was because people keep building dangerous things in secret labs.”

Y/n laughed again, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “Fair point.”

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of machinery filling the space between them. Mel found herself strangely at ease here, in a room cluttered with strange inventions and half-finished projects. There were no expectations, no masks to wear. Just the quiet companionship of two people from different worlds, drawn together by the alchemy of shared curiosity.

At some point, Y/n handed her a set of blueprints, his fingers brushing hers briefly. “Here,” he said, almost shyly. “Take a look at this. I could use another pair of eyes.”

Mel arched an eyebrow, bemused. “You want my help?”

“Why not?” he asked with a grin. “You seem like someone who knows how to spot a flaw.”

She laughed, surprised by his boldness. “Careful, Y/n. I’m not known for going easy on people.”

“Good.” He winked. “I don’t want easy.”

Mel stared at him, caught off guard by the simplicity of his honesty. There was no pretense in Y/n, no ulterior motive. Just a man who wanted to build something better, no matter the cost. And for the first time in years, Mel felt the walls she had built around herself begin to shift, the cracks widening just a little more.

It was foolish to let herself care, she knew. Dangerous, even. Y/n was a distraction—one she couldn’t afford in a city as treacherous as Piltover. But some part of her, the part that longed for something real amid the artifice, refused to let go.

“Alright, Y/n,” she said quietly, tracing a finger along the edge of the blueprints. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can build together.”

And as their eyes met across the cluttered workbench, Mel Medarda realized she was in more trouble than she had ever anticipated.

——————————

Days turned into weeks, and Mel Medarda found herself entangled in something she had not prepared for: late-night conversations over prototypes that wouldn’t work, laughter shared over failures, and moments of unexpected silence where the air felt heavy with something unspoken. Piltover’s glittering society faded into the background whenever she was with Y/n. It was a dangerous kind of indulgence, one she knew she couldn’t afford—but she kept coming back.

Y/n was a puzzle she couldn’t resist solving. His mind danced between chaos and brilliance, never fully constrained by rules or fear of failure. Where Piltover’s scientists worked within lines, Y/n thrived in breaking them. He was building something more than inventions—he was creating possibilities.

And Mel, for the first time, didn’t feel like she was playing a game. Here, in Y/n’s lab, there were no Medardas to live up to, no political alliances to manage. She wasn’t a strategist. She was just Mel.

But that freedom came with a price, and it wasn’t long before the weight of reality began to creep back in.

It was another late evening, and the two of them stood over a table littered with gears, diagrams, and shattered crystals—casualties of their latest attempt to stabilize Y/n’s anomaly detector. A thin trail of smoke curled from a busted component, and Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing at the mess.

“Well,” he said with a lopsided grin, “another brilliant failure.”

Mel smirked, watching as he absentmindedly smeared a streak of oil across his cheek. “Not every failure is a loss,” she said. “Besides, it’s not the first.”

Y/n shot her a playful glance. “Is that your polite way of saying I’m terrible at this?”

“No,” she replied, leaning in just slightly. “It’s my way of saying you’re reckless.”

He laughed, that easy, open laugh that seemed to come so naturally to him. “And you like that, don’t you?”

Mel raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just waiting for you to blow something up.”

“Careful. You say things like that, and I might take it as encouragement.”

They were close—closer than they had been before. The air between them felt charged, like the moment just before a storm. Mel could feel the heat radiating from Y/n, smell the faint scent of smoke and copper that always clung to him.

She should have pulled away. She knew better. She had always known better. But Y/n wasn’t like the others who wanted something from her. He wasn’t looking for an alliance or trying to worm his way into her family’s power. All he wanted was her, just as she was.

And that, more than anything, terrified her.

“You know,” Y/n murmured, his voice softer now, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Mel’s heart stuttered in her chest, but she kept her expression carefully neutral. “I could say the same.”

For a moment, it felt as though the entire world had shrunk to the space between them. And then Y/n took a step closer, hesitating for just a breath, as if waiting for her to pull away. When she didn’t, he reached up and gently tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear.

His touch was light, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Mel wasn’t used to tenderness—she was used to power, to control. But there was no calculation in Y/n’s gaze, no hidden agenda. Just quiet, unspoken affection.

“I think you’re dangerous,” Y/n whispered, his eyes locking onto hers. “And I don’t care.”

Mel swallowed, her throat tight. She had always known how to handle ambition, betrayal, manipulation. But this—this quiet honesty—was something else entirely. It was disarming in a way she hadn’t expected.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met, slow and tentative at first, as if neither of them quite believed it was happening. But the moment their mouths touched, something inside Mel shattered—something she hadn’t even realized she was holding onto.

The kiss deepened, and for a few fleeting seconds, there were no politics, no families, no cities divided by wealth and desperation. There was only the two of them, caught in a moment that felt both inevitable and impossible.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Y/n rested his forehead against hers, his hands still cradling her face.

“That was… unexpected,” he said, a breathless laugh escaping him.

Mel smiled, feeling lighter than she had in years. “You Zaunites do have a talent for disruption.”

Y/n grinned, brushing his thumb gently along her jawline. “Maybe Piltover could use a little disruption.”

Mel laughed softly, but the sound was tinged with something bittersweet. As much as she wanted to believe in this fragile thing between them, she knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Nothing ever was.

——————————

The next day, Mel’s carefully constructed world began to close in on her.

It started with a meeting—an innocuous summons from her mother, Ambessa Medarda. But nothing involving her mother was ever innocuous.

“You’ve been distracted,” Ambessa said, her voice cold and sharp as a blade. She sat with perfect poise, her gaze as piercing as ever. “And that’s dangerous, Mel.”

Mel kept her expression impassive, though her heart hammered in her chest. “I’m handling everything.”

“Are you?” Ambessa arched a brow. “Because I hear whispers. Whispers of you spending time with a Zaunite.”

Mel’s stomach tightened, but she didn’t flinch. “He’s an apprentice to Heimerdinger. A scientist. Nothing more.”

“Nothing is ever ‘nothing’ in Piltover,” her mother snapped. “You know that better than anyone.”

Mel clenched her jaw, her mind racing. She had always known that her relationship with Y/n would be dangerous—not just for her, but for him. Zaunites were not welcome in the circles Mel moved in, no matter how brilliant they were. And a Medarda could not afford to be seen consorting with someone so far beneath their station.

“This is not a game, Mel,” Ambessa continued, her voice low and deadly. “The council is watching. Your enemies are watching. One wrong move, and they will destroy you—and him along with you.”

Mel’s hands curled into fists at her sides, but she kept her voice steady. “I know what I’m doing.”

Ambessa gave her a long, assessing look. “I hope you do. For his sake.”

As her mother’s words echoed in her mind, Mel felt the weight of reality settle over her like a shroud. What had started as a reckless indulgence was spiraling into something far more dangerous.

And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she could control it.

But as she stood on the edge of ruin, one thought remained clear:

She would not let Y/n be another casualty of Piltover’s games.

Even if it meant risking everything.

Bonus Chapter:

The rain was falling softly over Piltover, turning the cobblestone streets slick under the warm glow of gas lamps. From the balcony of her estate, Mel Medarda watched as the drops slid off the iron railing, lost in the night below. The world outside her doors was peaceful for once, yet her thoughts were a tempest she couldn’t escape.

Y/n had become something she could no longer ignore. What began as curiosity had grown into an ache—persistent, unrelenting, and far more dangerous than any political alliance or council negotiation. She knew she should walk away. She should shut it down before the inevitable fallout began.

But that wasn’t what her heart wanted.

A knock at the balcony door interrupted her thoughts, and before she could call out, it creaked open. Y/n stepped through, rainwater glistening on his coat. He wasn’t supposed to be here—he knew it, and so did she. But the sight of him, soaked and wind-tousled, was enough to shatter her resolve.

“Y/n,” Mel whispered, half in warning, half in relief.

He grinned as he pulled off his coat, draping it over the back of a chair. “I figured you could use some company tonight.”

She should have scolded him, reminded him of how reckless this was. If anyone caught him here—

But Y/n had a way of making her forget the rules, forget the consequences.

He crossed the balcony to stand beside her, his shoulder brushing hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke, content to listen to the patter of rain against the rooftops.

“You don’t belong here,” Mel said finally, her voice barely audible over the storm.

“I know.” Y/n’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “But I came anyway.”

Her heart twisted painfully at the simplicity of his words. Y/n never fought to earn a place in her world—he had simply shown up, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, that made it harder to resist him.

“You should leave before someone sees you,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow.

Y/n turned toward her, his expression soft. “Do you really want me to go?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the scar along his wrist—an old wound from an experiment gone wrong, a reminder of the risks he took for knowledge. For discovery.

“No,” she admitted at last, her voice breaking like the first crack in a dam. “I don’t.”

Y/n exhaled slowly, as if the weight of her confession had lifted something inside him. He took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Then let’s stop pretending we’re not in this together.”

Mel squeezed his hand, a mixture of fear and relief swelling in her chest. For so long, she had lived with caution, every move calculated, every relationship a step toward something greater. But with Y/n, there was no strategy. There was just the raw, messy truth of it.

And it terrified her.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n smiled, brushing a damp curl from her face. “Neither do I. But we’ll figure it out.”

For the first time in years, Mel felt something unfamiliar—hope. A fragile, dangerous hope that maybe, just maybe, they could make something real in a city built on lies.

They stood there for a long time, wrapped in the quiet rhythm of the rain, two souls from opposite worlds daring to believe in each other.

And in that stolen moment, beneath the shimmering veil of Piltover’s storm, Mel Medarda allowed herself to believe that some things—no matter how dangerous—were worth the risk.

[cardismantlers]

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[liminalweirdo]

We are still in the midst of COVID-19 pandemic. New Yorkers are still being hospitalized with COVID and still dying from COVID. People are still getting Long COVID and other serious health issues from COVID.

Everyone is at risk of Long COVID and other serious health issues from COVID.

Masks are a critical public health tool that help protect people from COVID.

Masks also help protect against other contagious diseases, wildfire smoke, pollution, allergens, and other health concerns.

Everyone has a right to wear a mask.

There should not be a mask ban. A mask ban puts the lives and health of all New Yorkers at risk. 

WHAT CAN YOU DO?

This toolkit includes a letter you can send to your reps if you live in, are currently in, and/or travel to New York.

1. Contact Governor Hochul.  Urge her not to ban masks. 

Phone: 518-474-8390 (press 1 to leave a message, press 2 to speak to a person)

Email: https://governor.ny.gov/content/governor-contact-form

Mail: The Honorable Kathy Hochul Governor of New York State NYS State Capitol Building Albany, NY 12224

Twitter/X: @GovKathyHochul

Instagram and Threads: @GovKathyHochul

2. Contact your NYS Senator and Assemblymember. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation. 

Find your state elected officials and their contact info at: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials

Check to see if your NYS Senator or Assemblymember has taken a stance on mask bans on our New York Mask Ban Tracker at: http://bit.ly/NYMaskBanTracker

Please let us know if your NYS Senator or Assemblymember speaks out publicly against mask bans.

3. Contact NYS Senate and Assembly leadership. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation. 

NYS Assembly Speaker Carl Heastie 

Phone: 518-455-3791

Email: Speaker@nyassembly.gov

Twitter/X: @CarlHeastie

Instagram and Threads: @CHeastie

NYS Senate Majority Leader Andrea Stewart-Cousins

Phone: (518) 455-2585

Email: scousins@nysenate.gov 

Twitter/X: @AndreaSCousins

Instagram and Threads: @AndreaStewartCousins

4. Contact NYS Senate and Assembly Health Committee Chairs. Urge them to speak out against mask bans and not to support mask ban legislation.

NYS Senate Health Committee Chair J. Gustavo Rivera

Phone:Albany Office - 518-455-3395

Email: grivera@nysenate.gov

Twitter/X: @NYSenatorRivera

Instagram: @NYSenatorRivera

NYS Assembly Health Committee Chair Amy Paulin 

NOTE: Paulin is a co-sponsor for the mask ban bill A10057A. 

Phone:Albany Office - 518-455-5585

Email: paulina@nyassembly.gov

Twitter/X: @AmyPaulin

Instagram: @AmyPaulin1

5. Contact your local elected officials, including City Council Members and NYC Borough Presidents. Urge them to speak out against mask bans.

Find your city elected officials and their contact info at: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials

6. Sign up for an account on the NY Senate webpage and let them know you oppose each of the mask ban bills. There is a question on the right side of the webpage for each bill that asks if you oppose or support the bill. Write that you oppose the bill. In addition, if possible, add a comment expressing opposition to the mask ban bills. 

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A10057A

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7. Contact NYC Mayor Adams. 

Email: https://www.nyc.gov/office-of-the-mayor/mayor-contact.page

Phone: 311 or 212-NEW-YORK outside NYC 

Twitter: @NYCMayor and @NYCMayorsOffice

Mail: Mayor Eric Adams City Hall New York, NY 10007

Instagram and Threads: @NYCMayor

8. For those not in NY State, you could contact the NY’s Tourism Board and let them know you won’t be traveling to NY State or are canceling your travel plans to NY State due to the proposed mask ban. 

Email: info@iloveny.com

Twitter/X: @I_LOVE_NY

Instagram: @ILoveNY

More info: https://www.iloveny.com/

9. Write a letter to the editor or op-ed. See examples below.

10. Post your opposition to a mask ban on social media and share why you still wear a mask. Use the hashtag #NoNYMaskBan.

11. If you are Jewish, sign on to this sign-on letter to state leaders organized by Jews for Mask Rights. This letter is open to all Jewish people affected by this legislation, whether as New Yorkers, commuters, or tourists.

12. Spread the word! Share a link to this toolkit (http://bit.ly/StopMaskBanNY) and graphics below to encourage other people to take action.

13. Wear a mask! Post a photo of yourself wearing a mask on social media.If you hold a public event, require masks at your event and post photos with everyone wearing a mask.

[bullshit-tqia]

A list of side effects and risks for mtf estrogen:

This is thanks to a friend, she gets full credit for this post.

"Some takeaways: almost none of the studies report that estrogen does anything positive to male bodies, except lowering blood pressure in young people and stopping balding

Essentially most of the articles were freaking out about how we need more high quality data to determine if estrogen is safe or not, but of the studies I went through:"

Risks associated with estrogen use by men found:

Heart Risks: Venous Thromboembolism (VTE): 9 articles

Myocardial Infarction (MI): 5 articles

Ischemic Stroke: 5 articles

Other Cardiovascular Events: 6 articles

Fertility Risks: 6 articles

Cancer Risks: 8 articles

Key Dangers that evidence found in MTF people:

Dangers to the Heart:

Venous Thromboembolism (VTE): Increased risk reported across multiple studies.

Myocardial Infarction (MI): Elevated risk associated with estrogen therapy.

Ischemic Stroke: Increased incidence observed in studies.

Other Cardiovascular Events: General cardiovascular disease risks

Dangers to Fertility: Impacts on spermatogenesis and testicular health, with some studies noting fertility preservation in a portion of trans women.

Dangers to Cancer Risk: Potential increased risk for breast cancer and other hormone-sensitive malignancies. Dangers that are suspected based on know qualities of estrogen:

Cancer Risks: Potential increased risk for specific cancers beyond breast cancer, such as papillary thyroid cancer and other hormone-sensitive malignancies.

Liver Toxicity: Concerns regarding hepatotoxic effects and liver integrity due to long-term estrogen use.

Cardiac Arrhythmias: Suggested increase in the rates of cardiac arrhythmias in some studies, although direct causation remains unclear.

Gallbladder Issues: Potential association with gallstones and pancreatitis, but more research is needed for conclusive evidence.

Long-term Bone Health: Uncertainty about how long-term estrogen use affects bone density and overall bone health.

Psychiatric Effects: Speculation about possible mood changes or psychiatric effects, though this is often individualized and not well documented.

Metabolic Changes: Concerns about changes in metabolism and body composition, including the risk of obesity, but conclusive links remain to be established.

On regaining fertility after estrogen:

After an average of three years on estrogen, ony 40% of trans women will still be fertile. After discontinuation of hormones, 66% will get their fertility back (with the span of the study), and most of the people observed had impaired semen quality after stopping. The contributing factor may be the age when hormones were started, with older people being more protected.

But hey, I'm just an alarmist.

Sources:

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0090429519306302 https://www.cell.com/cell-medicine/fulltext/S2666-3791(22)00422-0 [1:12 PM] Bock, M. E., et al. "Incidence of Venous Thromboembolism in Transgender Women Prescribed Estrogen." Clinical Chemistry, vol. 65, no. 1, 2019, pp. 57-66. https://academic.oup.com/clinchem/article/65/1/57/5607952.

Keshavarz, M., et al. "Spermatogenesis in Transgender Women." Journal of Clinical Endocrinology & Metabolism, 2020. https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0090429519306302.

Bhasin, S., et al. "Estrogens and Tumorigenesis." Prostate, vol. 79, no. 9, 2019, pp. 1027-1033. https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1002/pros.23322.

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