#cw discussions of medical experimentation

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Hunger and Thirst

Author's note: This is the second part of the Warp-cursed Guillilman fic. Original idea by @men-want-me-fish-fear-me. Masterlist is here.

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warnings: male lactation, non-consensual body modification via magic, discussions of medical experimentation, drinking questionable fluids, please ask me to tag something if I've missed it/something bothers you

summary: Four aspirants sniff out something delicious to drink. Afterwards, Asterios updates his gene-sire on the fallout of that.

“Do you smell that?” Mekanilus asked his best friend and Brother, leaning into the other boy’s slightly larger form, his body aching from the most recent surgery that he’d gone through. It was an honor beyond honors to be in training on Maccrage’s Honor, of course.. But still, the young aspirant hoped that one of the Medicae would come by to give them the all-clear so that he and Aklesius and the rest of their squad of Ultramarine-Aspirants would be allowed to go back to their shared barracks room to try and sleep off the worst of the surgery pains. If things followed according to the previous patterns, their physical training would be lighter until their surgical wounds healed…

But that meant that they would be drilled more ruthlessly on the logistical side of being an Ultramarine. How to fill out forms properly, different terms of address to the endlessly different kinds of nobles and other important kinds of officials within the Imperium. How to out-think one’s opponent and of course, how to uphold the honor of the Ultramarines, Ultramar and their Gene-sire.

“The burning-chemical smell? That’s the stuff that they use in order to keep this place clean.” Aklesius answered with a tired yawn, shrugging the shoulder that Mekanilus was leaning on “Oi! Don’t lean on me! I hurt everywhere too, and your additional weight makes me hurt more.”

“I know what that smell is. I’m talking about the new one. The sweet-creamy smell. Can’t you smell it? It smells like food and I’m so hungry…” Mekanilus grumbled, smelling the air again. His mouth was watering and he swallowed down his spit, his stomach grumbling loudly.

“What are yo- oh! I smell it too, now.” Aklesius answered, taking in a deep breath in through his nose. “Maybe it’s what we’re supposed to eat?”

“You mean the chalky tasting nutrient paste? That doesn’t have much of smell at all.” Jupitalin huffs, shaking his head a little. 

“Maybe we’ve graduated to better tasting food rations, since we survived this round of surgeries?” Amik offers, a hopeful expression on his face. 

“Hopefully. I wonder why the medicae suddenly ran off? It’s not like the emergency alarms went off, which would mean that the ship was under attack… and I don’t think anyone was scheduled to come back from a mission today…” Mekanilus sighed, yawning and stretching as much as his surgical wounds would safely allow before he stood up and followed his nose to the source of the wonderful scent, his squad-brothers following close behind him.

The four aspirants found themselves in one of the medical labs of Maccrage’s Honor. The source of the scent was some kind of milk, set on one of the counters in collection jars, for reasons none of the four aspirants could discern. It looked like regular grox-milk. It smelled better, though.

“Well, I dunno about you three, but I’m going to try it.” Mekanilus stated, walking across the lab and up to the collection jars. His hands were shaky from the painful surgery he had been out of for less than half a day, but not so shaky as to spill the bottled milk. It’s scent was even more intensely delicious when the lid of the bottle was off, and it’s sweet and hearty taste is easy for his pain-cramped stomach to hold. He drains half of the bottle before offering it to Amik, who is a step and a half behind him. “Here, try this. It tastes good and I’m already feeling better.” Some of the pain had gone away, and his breathing was already easier.

“... Are you sure that we’re supposed to drink this? It… There’s probably a reason why it’s in one of the medical labs.” Amik asked, staring at the milk in the jar, taking a small and cautious sip. His eyes lit up and he drank several large mouthfuls. “I changed my mind. This is really good!”

Aklesius has grabbed a second container of milk and drains half of it, before handing the rest over to Jupitalin as the other two talked. “Maybe it’s a new formulation of liquid rations? It reminds me of grox-milk.”

“Except Grox-milk tastes grassy. This tastes a lot better.” Jupitalin answered after taking three huge gulps to finish off the container. He put the lid back on and placed it back where Aklesius had taken it from. “Wow, whatever is in that stuff, I’m feeling a lot better. How are you three doing?”

“I’m feeling a lot better.” Amik answers, a broad grin appearing on his face. He over-stretches a little as he places the empty bottle back on the Astartes-sized counter… But finds that his stitches don’t ache in protest of the movement. In fact… His pain has faded almost entirely. “Like… A lot better.” He reaches up to cautiously prod at the surgical bandage, to see how his body would respond.

Before he can do so, however, Mekanilus gently grabbed his hand, stopping him from doing so “Hey, I know that I’m also feeling like no pain, but they told us not to go poking at our wounds while they heal. We should listen to them.”

“So you were listening, at least to part of what I told you. Did you forget that you were also told not to wander off from areas that you were explicitly told you were allowed in?” The Ultramarines chief apothecary rumbled, a small frown on his face. “What are you four doing in this lab?”

“We smelled something delicious, and since enough time passed after our surgeries that it was time for us to eat, and we were all really hungry, we found something to eat. Or… Err, drink, I suppose.” Aklesius answered, pointing to the two empty bottles of milk “We each had half of a container of that milk. It’s really good. The pain is almost gone and I’m full of energy - we all are. Sir!” He remembered to address the older Ultramarine as sir somewhat belatedly. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

“... You did what?” The chief apothecary asked, a flash of emotion crossing very quickly across his face before it went to a neutral frown once again. “Why would you drink something you found in a medical lab?”

Oh. Uhm. He kind of had a point there. “Because it looked and smelled like milk, sir? And I had a tiny taste before I drank half of it sir. It didn’t taste bad, nor did it trigger the poison eating gland so I figured it was safe to drink.” Mekanilus answered, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. 

“... And all four of you drank half a container of this?” The chief apothecary asks, looking each of them up and down assessingly, icy gray eyes narrowing a little.

All four Aspirants nod “Yes sir.” They know better than to lie to a superior officer, even as uncertainty and worry begins to gnaw at each of them. 

“Jamis, Meloc. I need you two in here now. Right. The four of you are going to come with me and will submit to a full physical exam. If you are dismissed, you are to report to the medical bay at the beginning of your next waking shift, and will do so every day until I instruct you otherwise.” The chief apothecary ordered, calling in two more of his fellow medical professionals. “The substance you consumed has… Comes from a unique source, but… Could potentially be very beneficial, if what the tests I have run on that substance hold true.”

“Yes sir…” Each of the four aspirants answered with an obedient nod, following after the chief apothecary, uncertainty pulling at their hearts.

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“My liege, here are the results of the test that we have performed on the… Substance you’ve been able to produce for the past week. Additionally, These are the reports on the four Aspirants who got into the medical laboratory that held the liquid and each drank half a bottle of the substance.” Asterios reported to his Primarch, setting down the reports on the other’s desk. 

Guilliman’s eyes looked up at him, from where he had been studying recent battlefield reports on the eastern front against the Tyranid fleet, along with the reports of Eldar raiders and T’au encroachment. One of his hands had come up to rub absent-mindedly at his aching chest. He was currently out of the Armor of fate - as its additional bulk and weight caused his nipples to constantly weep the warp-cursed substance into his body-glove, and while the recycling system within the armor dealt with the liquid in the same way it dealt with his normal bodily fluids… Guilliman had decided to instead wear more casual clothes. At least, while he was upon Maccrage’s Honor. 

The Ultramarine blue toga was made of reinforced clothing that could withstand small to medium lasgun fire and every kind of bladed weapon available in the Imperium. But the cloth was much lighter against his aching chest, and its removal while he rid himself of the fluid that collected in his pectoral muscles was much, much easier than getting in and out of the chest plates of the armor of fate over a dozen times in a day. 

“Thank you for the reports. I thought that the tentative trials on the effects of this… Substance with others was to start with the captive renegade astartes held in the brig, not with aspirants of the chapter?” Father asked as he set down the report he’d been reading through and reached out for the lab results.

“As I mentioned earlier, sir. Four aspirants snuck into the laboratory that held some of the fluid you’ve been secreting. They apparently could smell the scent of the fluid and were drawn to it, my lord.” Asterios explains, keenly aware of the fact that his gene-sire was juggling much and may not have caught all of what he had said the first time that he had said it. “And as you can see, based on the results so far… The… Ah… Substance has high nourishing factors for Aspirants. Based on not only how the four aspirants were fairing before they consumed the… Substance, and after, along with how they compare to their peers, after they have been taking the substance for several weeks.”

“... I see. Have there been any signs that the substance potentially weakens the mind or will to the effects of Warp or The Arch-Enemy? Do they show any increased risks for potential mutations?” Guilliman asked. He remembered better the… Encounter he had with the entity that had gifted him with the ability to create breast milk in the first place.

Roboute found himself in a light and airy temple. Beautifully painted frescos depicting scenes of life, birth and the creation of such for animals, plants and humans scrolled across the walls. Despite the graphic nature of the artistry, it was surprisingly tasteful. Sunlight, golden and warm shone through the colored glass on the eastern side of the temple.

Flowers of every type and description grew in carefully maintained planters that surrounded the circular antechamber that Roboute found himself on the outer edges of. In the middle of the large room was a tall, radiant figure whose face was obscured by the burning golden sun behind them.

He did not know how he came to this place, and the air had a thick, not-quite-there quality to it that his dreams… And occasional visions of places that never quite were, or once had been did. The being in front of him shone with a lavender-pink light. 

The lord-commander of the Imperium cleared his throat and asked “Where am I? Who are you? Why have I been brought here?”

“Peace, Son of Anathema. I mean you no harm, nor your sons, nor the mortals aiding you. You did me a tremendous kindness, by routing the ever-hungering swarm from the worlds I care for. You work so tirelessly, and have so many children to care for. I cannot do much, but I give you a small gift. The ability to feed the many sons you care for.” The Lavender-pink entity murmured, walking towards Guilliman.

“And if I refuse this gift?” The Regent asked, taking a half-step backwards before viridian vines bound his feet and legs in place, his arms locked behind his body.

“Come now. I can see into your hearts. You dearly, desperately wish to provide for those whom you love. To eventually live a life of peace and prosperity. While I cannot grant you that, I can grant you a measure of ability to nourish and strengthen your many sons.” The being murmured, their voice a sweet-hypnotizing choir of birds and bells. They reach out and touch his forehead in benediction, even as the ever-burning golden sun flares bright and hot, searing some of the outermost plants.

The entity sighs, shaking it’s veiled face “Your Father is quite possessive, Son of Anathema. But as I do not seek to harm or kill you, He cannot reach me in the seat of my power. This blessing I bestow upon you, Roboute Guilliman, Thirteenth son of Neoth. Of Humanity. Go forth and feed your children.”

He had blinked and found himself again in the ruins of the world that he had been fighting with his sons by his side and the astra millitarum supporting them. He had thought it a hallucination, or a brief, waking dream as he had been waiting for a report and had closed his eyes for a couple of moments to center himself as the last of the Tyranids had been killed and burned.

Roboute was… Fairly certain that had actually happened, given the sheer volume of fluid he was creating. While not enough to feed every single Astartes who claimed to be of his gene-line, he had filled enough containers to have roughly three gallons of the fluid available for consumption every day, since the fluid had started to leave his body. The primarch hoped that the fluid volume would not increase, as his chest and nipples already ached quite a bit as it was.

“I see. Please continue to monitor the four aspirants along with the rest of their cohort. If it proves that this… Fluid does continue to have such a marked positive effect upon them. I…” Guilliman sighed. It felt ridiculous to say outside, but if these results held true, he couldn’t ignore how useful the substance would be in lowering the rates of surgical rejection and mortality rates of aspirants “May authorize wider-spread use of the fluid in assisting the Aspirants, at least in the days following their surgeries, to better increase the odds of successful implantation and integration of the new organs and glands into their bodies during the process of becoming an Astartes.”

“... If I may speak frankly, my lord?” Asterios asked, waiting patiently for his lord father’s response.

“Yes, you may.” Father responded with a small wave of his hand.

“I feel that to do a proper study, more aspirants would need to be put on the warp-enhanced breast milk, sire. That way we would have a larger sample size, as four individuals is not nearly a large enough for a proper medical study for a substance like this.” Asterios paused for a couple of moments, steeling himself before charging onwards. Courage and honor. Even as his Primarch watched him with an inscrutable face and Sicarius vibrated silently at his left shoulder “I would also recommend we send samples off to close allied non-Guilliman line Marines for study in how their aspirants respond to the fluid as well, if possible. I would not inform them of… Of the precise origin of the fluid of course. Merely that it is an experimental supplement to be used in testing to see if it is beneficial to aspirants during their transition to Astartes, my lord.”

“... While your suggestion has merit, I am unsure if there will be enough to do a full medical study for multiple chapters of astartes. I am… Also concerned that… As this… Ability to produce breast milk was forced upon me by a Warp Entity, that there may be… Darker or Chaotic long-term effects that off-set the short-term positive benefits that we are currently beginning to see.” Roboute answered after several long moments of contemplation “There is also the fact that none of us are certain how long the breast milk can last before it sours. Or if it is Warp-touched to the point where it cannot be affected by normal bacteria. Which would raise other concerns.”

“As you say, my lord. Do I have your permission to do a study on our own aspirants, my lord? I will ensure that all proper safety protocols will be followed and ensure that they are monitored spiritually by both a chaplain and one of the Librarius.” Asterios asked, waiting patiently for a response.

“... You do.” Guilliman answered, sighing internally. If the warp-milk truly could do what the initial results were saying it could… It would lower the rejection and death rates of Aspirants significantly… At least for those of his own gene-line. 

“Thank you, my lord. I will send you weekly updates on how the participants of the study are doing, until they become full battle brothers. Or their autopsy reports, should they fail the process, my lord.” Asterios murmured, saluting his gense-sire. He paused to pick up the filled containers of warp-milk at the edge of the room before leaving. He would ensure that it would be a double-blind medical study for the aspirants involved, to hopefully not skew the data one way or the other.

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After an injury keeps him out of the cape, Tim is trying to figure out who he is. Sometimes that means no being himself at all. Luckily, the cute guy they met seems happy to date both Tim and his alter Caroline.

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The walk from the elevator to your apartment door at the end of the hall felt like it took an eternity, definitely down to the dead silence between you and Egon which had been ongoing since the moment you left the restaurant down the block. He was often quite quiet once a date had ended, but this was different. There was a distinctly awkward air to the way he shuffled uncomfortably along beside you, and the soft sigh he had let out as he agreed to walk you to your door didn't exactly settle your nerves. That discomfort in the pit of your stomach was only exacerbated by the way he avoided all eye contact once you had placed the key in the lock, and stood, turned to him, as you held the door ajar. "Egon, I think you should come in so we can talk."

"Talk?"

"Mhm."

You nodded solemnly as you headed inside. He was a sweet man, very kind, very straight to the point. Besides the very limited bursts of anger you had seen him display at questioning skeptics and otherwise disinterested city officials, you couldn't imagine him wanting to harm anyone. So you had to be the one to broach the subject, since it seemed like he never would.

Once inside, you watched him make his way to the sofa, sitting on the very edge with his hands placed on his knees, palms rubbing nervously at the woolen fabric. When you were sitting beside him, you could hear his shallow breathing and the sound of him swallowing his nerves. As much as you were apprehensive about this converation, it spurred you on to know you were putting him out of his misery.

"Look, Egon. I know you're a sweet guy, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable just so you don't hurt my feelings. If you don't want to see me anymore in a... romantic way... then we don't have to."

"What?"

"We can meet for coffee or go out for food alone or with other people, but as friends, y'know?"

"Yes. That is generally something we can do. I appreciate your time, and for being so forward with your feelings. If there's anything I can do to change your mind then-"

You raised your hands up, shaking your head in confusion.

"Wait, wait, wait. Change my mind? I... I'm not breaking up with you, Egon. I'm making it easier for you to break up with me."

His face was blank, except for the slight hint of confusion, and you could almost hear the gears of his mind grinding away as he puzzled over where you got the notion that he might want to break up with you. It didn't take him long though. He wasn't oblivious. The evidence was definitely piling up, although the intentions behind it had been lost in translation.

"I don't want to break up with you. I enjoy spending time with you. We share a lot of the same attributes in common and you are extremely tolerable of any discussions about my various interests."

"How romantic."

You smiled, emphasising the playful tone of your slight dig.

"And of course, I find you attractive. Very appealing, physically as well as emotionally and intellectually. Which is precisely the problem."

Egon sat in silence for a few moments, as though he expected you to psychically glean what he meant by that statement, waiting on your response. But when it was apparent that you had none, he took a deep breath and continued.

"This is our fifth date. I expect that you'll want to have sexual relations, or at least some form of physical contact beyond what we've experienced thus far."

Your eyes widened, surprised by how blunt he was, if not more technical or formal than you expected, and you stumbled over your words.

"I, uh... w-well, that would be nice! But, if that's not your thing then of course we don't have to."

Shocking you both, he abruptly removed his hand from his own leg and placed it on your knee, both of you looking at it before he snatched it back.

"I want to, of course. But, speaking openly, I haven't ever experienced that. Yet. With anyone."

In absolute disbelief, you blinked as your body moved backwards a little, your nose twitching, raising your mouth in a curious and surprised sneer.

"You're a virgin? You. Are a virgin. You?"

"Does that factual statement require this much questioning?"

"A little bit, yeah! I mean... I would've been all over you four dates ago if you'd seemed a bit more at ease with it. I don't know how you've gone forty years without someone-"

He interrupted you with a slight frown, lips pursed as he waved you off before he spoke.

"I've spurned a few advances, but believe it or not, there's something about my personality that other find rather..."

"Abrupt. Formal. Disinterested?"

Egon nodded in agreement, very well aware that you used the words with no hint of criticism or negativity, but rather truthfully, and, oddly enough to him, with an almost loving tone.

"And yet you find those attributes appealing."

"Of course! They come in a very nice package."

You leaned into him, placing your hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently between your fingers as you edged closer to him on the sofa. He watched your fingers moving, eyes closing as he took in the sesation of the touch. Even that smallest gesture was enough to excite him. Your hand, moving further up his long, slender leg, fingers tensing into the muscle and releasing their grip as your palm snaked higher and higher, closer and closer.

"Oh, ok. You definitely are interested then..."

It was impossible not to notice the distinct bulging at the front of his slacks, and you felt immediately bad for pointing it out, but Egon smiled, nervously adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat.

"I wouldn't have lied to you. Besides, I knew the biological response would betray me eventually. I'm only lucky to have gone this long with the problem arising, for want of a better word."

Taking stock of the situation, you considered the next steps. You didn't want to rush him, by any means, but you didn't want to let the opportunity go to waste. An intimate conversation could lead to a more intimate encounter, and that was definitely what you had been hoping for tonight.

"Egon, we can do whatever you want tonight. You can go home, with no hard feelings, and we can continue dating and wait until you're ready. Or we can give it a go. If you want to stop, we can. But I think this could be a nice experience for us, as a... couple. Let me guide you through this. I'll be very gentle, unless of course you tell me otherwise."

His face lit up with a warm smile, clearly in appreciation of your gentle offer and your efforts to make light of what was most definitely an awkward conversation. Still, though, he seemed too nervous to speak much, so the ball was once again in your court.

"Ok, so... is it the skills involved that are causing you problems? Or...?"

"I suppose so, but like most other things, you gain experience with practice..."

Your stomach flipped in excitement, a heat prickling over your skin at the notion that you might be involved in this practice.

"... It's an area I haven't really been involved with before. It's not as though you're something to study, to examine and figure out."

"That's... exactly what it's like, actually."

"Hm."

"I mean, that's what it could be. If that makes things easier for you. Maybe a little bit of roleplay, putting you in a position of control that you're familiar with... maybe that would make it a bit easier for you?"

Egon paused for a moment, considering your suggestion with a hopeful look, nodding silently before he spoke.

"Your hypothesis is intriguing, and I do think it would be beneficial to at least test it in an experiment before we rule it out completely as a possible solution. If... if you're sure...?"

Placing your hand over his, you squeezed it, reassuringly, as you leaned in to him.

"It's a new experience, yes. But don't worry, I'll help you through it... Doctor."

His eyes lit up, a fire suddenly burning in the pit of his stomach. Standing from the sofa, he took your hand and brought you up to him. Egon's eyes flitted towards the door to your bedroom.

"In that case then, please come with me and we can begin this examination."

You reached for his hand, hoping he'd guide you romantically to the privacy of your bedroom, but he was already fast ahead of you, his long limbs gaining the distance with his wide strides as you hurried excitedly into the room behind him.

"Now, if you'll lie back on the bed, please, and take a deep breath. Let me take care of you. I'm sure that whatever is wrong, I can provide some assistance."

Obedient, and with a level of excitement you weren't afraid to show, you bounced onto the mattress and laid back, inhaling and exhaling slowly and carefully as you listened to Egon pacing around the bed, finding the best place to conduct his examination. Standing on your right, looking down at you, you watched as he procured a small notepad and almost pointlessly short pencil from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"I think we should begin by noting the first examples you found of paranormal occurrences. Were the internal or external?"

Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you tried to think of an answer to the question, but before you could find a suitable one he had moved on to the next.

"If neither of those are pertinent to your experience, can you tell me if you had any sensations or evidence of being posessed?"

"What? Egon, what are you talking about?"

Blinking twice, he lowered himself to you, bending at the hip, and whispering in a lower voice as though he were trying not to break the roleplay experience.

"This is my area of expertise. The paranormal. I am examining you as a doctor of such, so... are you experiencing anything paranormal?"

Quickly catching on, you mustered up a few symptoms for him to use in his diagnosis.

"Oh... uh... yes! Well, Doctor Spengler, the reason I came to see you is that I've had a strange onset of problems, ones no ordinary doctor could diagnose. I think you might be my only hope now."

Reaching out, you took his hand in yours and squeezed, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"And what might these symptoms be?"

"Well, I'm not sure if they're all related, but I do know that I've been feeling very irritable lately. Completely exhausted and filled with stress and tension. It's like there's something inside of me that I just need to get out, something that's controlling my behaviour."

"It sounds like you might need a formal adjuration addressed to the demonic presence that has decided to utilise you as its host."

"I need a what?"

"In layman's terms, an exorcism."

"Ah! Wow, that sounds very serious, Doctor Spengler."

The way you spoke his name, each consonant, each syllable, lingering on your lips and tongues, lustful and seductive, had him clearing his throat and swallowing the building, shaking nerves that it conjured.

"It can be. Could you detail when you feel these symptoms for me?"

"Hm... they mostly surface when I'm around my boyfriend. He's real neat, I think you'd like him. He's so intelligent, so sweet, and he's super hot."

"Ahem... he sounds, delightful."

"You don't think the demon, or whatever is inside of me, is targeting him, do you, Doctor Spengler?"

You forced a concerned pout onto your lips, looking up at Egon through your batting eyelashses as you watched him try to recover from not only the insinuation that he was hot, but that you considered him to be your boyfriend.

"I see... then I believe that perhaps this is not anything paranormal but very natural. I think a release of tension, of a more physical or... coital nature, is the required prescription here."

With his cheeks flushing at the mere mention of sexual activity, Egon adjusted his glasses once more as he avoided eye contact with you.

"Oh, thank you, Doctor Spengler! So... what should I do about this predicament? Do you think you could maybe administer the correct dosage for me? Perhaps we can do the procedure here?"

The deep red blush seeped further across Egon's skin, his pupils wider than you'd seen them before. Quickly, and with no attempt to do so discreetly, he moved his hands down in front of him, holding the notepad strategically in front of his pants.

"Are you hiding something down there, Doctor Spengler?"

Egon stuttered, dropping the note pad before bending to catch it swiftly, the tent at the front of his slacks visible for only a brief moment, but long enough that you could ascertain what he was working with below the tweed and formality.

"I-I-I'm... I-it's... I apologise, I didn't mean to rush things by getting ahead of myself. This is embarrassing."

"Oh, come on, Egon! You know as well as I do that it's a natural reaction. If you're going to be ashamed of anything, I would say it should be how easy it was to get you as flustered as you are... I mean look at your cheeks! Tell me... is any other part of you blushing pink?"

The silence was almost deafening, and he was once again unable to look into your eyes. Fearing you had taken it a little too far in your taunting, given it was his first time, you were quick to apologise, sitting up on the bed and holding his arm. But he brushed you off, working on his nervous habit of fiddling with the legs of his glasses as he replied.

"No need to apologise, I'm just quietly reconciling the facts. Yes, it was embarrassing, but your taunting made it worth it. It definitely played a fact in the increase in arousal, it would be a fascinating thing to study if I had any spare time. I'd even suggest that we experiment with that more this evening, but I'm worried it might lead to a quick conclusion to our combined efforts if the external stimuli is too... well, stimulating."

"How about we just remember that you're into it and add it to our list, hm?"

"We have a list?"

You eased yourself up onto your knees on the bed, holding on to the lapels of Egon's suit jacket as you watched his Adam's apple bob, his chest rising and falling as your hands soothed over his body.

"Now we do."

Your lips met his in a soft, interlocking embrace, with Egon catching on quickly after a sharp inhale. You could feel his smile against yours as the passion deepened, his hands falling to your sides as he held you steady as you balanced yourself against his surprisingly sturdy frame. Letting out a deep sigh as his hands curled around you, his palms flat against your spine as he stroked up and down, you found yourself leaning into him more, fingers pressing into the back of his neck as you kept him kissing you.

One of your hands pushed into his thick, tight curls as the other drifted back around and down his front, your fingers skirting over the buckle of his belt and hooking just below it, tugging his hips towards you. He came easily, putting up no resistance to your desire to have him closer to you.

Egon's breath haltered as he watched you in stunned silence, your fingers expertly, and quickly, unbuckling his belt and slowly, deftly, unzipping his pants. Looking up to him to make sure he was still on board, you caught his eyes, pupils wide, behind the slightly fogged lenses of his glasses. In response to the question you hadn't asked yet, you caught out of your peripheral the slight twitch of his cock, waiting impatiently for your touch.

As seductively as you could, you pulled his slacks down slightly, enough that you could hook your thumbs into the waistband of his white, y-fronts, watching as more of his cock was revealed until it sprang over the top.

He was an impressive length, and a thickness you could get used to with some practice. Looking at it, you considered that was probably why he so often wore looser slacks, given there was a lot for him to attempt to conceal. Without even realising it, you had begun to lick your lips, trying not to drool over yourself. So, to satiate your growing hunger, you wrapped your palm around the base of his length and began to stroke it.

Your movements were gentle, not too slow but not too fast. You were sure he had experienced some level of physical intimacy before, and he couldn't have gone forty years without some level of masturbation. Surely... but there was always a chance...

Either way, your ministrations against his thickening length had it pulsing and throbbing against the flat of your hand as you dragged it up and down, stroking his cock in rhythym with his breathing and matching the pace of his subconscious and almost imperceptible thrusting.

Despite having a grown man under your power, you were still preoccupied with his comfort, worried that you were moving things too quickly. So to counter your concerns, and keep things as pleasant as possible for you both, you took to looking deep into his eyes, past the lenses of his round frames. It was a piercing stare, one that was uncomfortable for only a moment before it deepened the intimacy, letting you see him in a completely new light as his jaw hung open and his tongue lapped at the air. You couldn't help but smile back at the lopsided grin he wore, your heartbeat unsteadied by the mere suggestion that you were making him happy.

A small, sultry giggle escaped your throat, and Egon groaned in reply, bucking his hips forward,standing on tiptoe and shuddering as he balanced himself back onto his heels again. Only when you felt the cooling of the warm liquid spread over your fingers did you realise what had happened.

With a quick glance down, you could see the last threads of cum spilling ont your hand from the flushed, pink head of Egon's cock. Drops and strands dripped down your knuckles, and as you loosened your grip, the action accompanied by a soft whimper from Egon, you fought the urge to lick your hand clean. There would be opportunities in the future to taste him, right now the priority was to assuage the concern you could see growing on his furrowed brow. You could feel your own underwear soaking in arousal at the idea of pushing Egon to climax so quickly, but he didn't seem to feel the same.

Looking to him, your mischievous grin was quickly contorted into an easy, comforting smile as you stood up and quickly kissed him. If your lips were firm against his, then there was no qay he could finish the entirely unnecessary apology that he was trying to make for what he felt was a speedy response to your touch. Resting your forehead against his, and letting his large nose press into yours, you pulled away from the deep kiss, a slowing tirade of softer ones following it until you were sure he would be quiet.

"It's ok, honestly. There's no need to apologise."

"Are you sure? I'd hate to be a disappointment."

"Hardly! In fact..."

You punctuated each word with a kiss, covering his cheeks, his chin, his neck and his collarbone in them.

"... I think it was pretty hot having that kind of power over you."

When you moved your lip back over his neck, you allowed your teeth to graze across his skin before sinking them in, closing your lips over and sucking at him, feeling his flesh warm in your mouth and delighting in the wet, smacking sound as you let go. With your drool settling in a strand against him, you bit your lip, suddenly a little embarrassed by the very forward nature of the bite. You waited for Egon's approval, or disapproval, of the flurry of affection, giggling when he finally spoke.

"To clarify, that bite was a positive response, yes?"

"Of course! I just wanted to... mark my territory. This way, whenever someone looks at you, they'll know you belong to someone. Just in case anyone else gets any ideas about being your first before I can get to you again."

Egon's fingers twitched, reachign instinctively in that recognisable flustered action to adjust his glasses, one side of his mouth lifted into a coy, but satisfied grin.

[fat-liberation-history]

CW: discussions of fatphobia, medical procedures and mistreatment (stomach stapling)

On International Women's Day of 1985, a group of fat activists – Judith Stein, Meridith Lawrence, Marcia Duvall, Susan Stinson, and Jude Gage-O’Brien, hosted by May Roe and an unnamed person simply titled "WMBR Announcer" – did a 30-minute radio show on fat liberation, broadcasted at the MIT radio station. In it, they talk about a variety of issues fat people are forced to deal with, the dangers of weight loss operations - especially stomach stapling -, and personal actions of fat liberation, like founding a fat-positive Girl Scout Troop or writing poems on their experiences as fat women. They also sing a variety of popular songs, with re-texted lyrics that reflect their stances on fat issues.

There was already a similar radio show the year prior, abou which you can learn here.

You can listen to this radio show here or read the transcript below (transcript is also on the site that has the audio):

WMBR Announcer: [00:00:00] Celebrating International Women’s Day. All our voices. All day long. [00:00:05][4.7]

Judith Stein: [00:00:06] And now live from WFAT, 30 Big Minutes with Fat Liberation. [00:00:10][4.4]

May Roe: [00:00:12] I’m May Roe and I want to welcome you to our radio magazine highlighting news and trends in fat liberation. Now it’s time for the news. Meridith? [00:00:21][9.1]

Meridith Lawrence: [00:00:22] Thank you, May. Today we’re going to focus on weight loss surgery and more specifically on stomach stapling. In 1984, the National Association to Aid Fat Americans published a report by Paul Ernsberger, Ph.D., describing stomach stapling, its benefits and complications, and ten case histories of women who have had their stomach stapled. Stomach stapling is a, quote, “large group of different operations that create a tiny artificial stomach,” unquote. It is performed primarily on women who are – who are 100 pounds over insurance chart weights. Although in some places, anyone more than 40% over the charts becomes a candidate for surgery. It is considered a last resort after dieting has failed and fat women feel totally victimized and desperate. The operation creates a tiny artificial stomach out of a portion of the original stomach, usually closing off the stomach with a staple gun or plastic mesh. Sometimes the operation involves gastric bypass, in which the intestine is severed and reattached to a hole punched in the stomach pouch. This type of surgery is highly experimental. Many surgeons have developed their own versions of the stomach bypass. Until today, no two surgeons are following precisely the same procedure, and each surgeon frequently changes the procedure. The operation causes weight loss by limiting food intake. No more than a few mouthfuls can be eaten without vomiting.

The adult stomach can hold approximately one quart of food or liquid. After surgery of this type, the stomach can hold one-half to two ounces, which is far smaller than a newborn baby stomach. For women who have been oppressed all their lives because of how big they are, this may not sound too bad. But as the NAAFA report shows, there are far more complications than there are benefits from the surgery. Within six months after surgery, about 5% of the patients receiving this operation die. This figure is probably greatly underestimated because surgeons with high death rates are reluctant to publish their findings. Stomach stapling has been shown to damage nearly every organ in the body. Digestive system, kidneys, liver, blood clotting system, immune system, blood cell formation, brain, and nervous system, eyes, skin, hair, pancreas, spleen, and bones. The risks of these complications is permanent, while the weight loss may only be temporary. 75% of the patients who got their stomach stapled regain lost weight or have had a second stapling within three years. The operation has become popular because of the strong demand by fat women willing to undergo almost any treatment that will help them lose weight. And by surgeons who are only too happy to have a group of people to experiment on. Ironically, this type of surgery was first performed on dogs for the treatment of ulcers. It was found to be of no value. But because the dogs lost weight, surgeons decided to try it on fat patients. And because there have been many protests against the pain and suffering of lab animals, it is considerably easier to perform surgical experiments on fat people than on dogs. In conclusion, it is easy to see how this horrendous surgery is really an absurd outgrowth of fat hatred. It must be stopped, as must all hatred of fat. We will not succumb to society’s standards, not by ridicule, shame, or a surgeon’s scalpel. And now back to you, May. [00:04:18][235.3]

May: [00:04:19] Thank you, Meridith, for that shocking news. That brings us to our literary corner. We’ve received several wonderful poems this week from our listeners. First, we’ll hear from Marcia reading a poem by Barbara Ruth called, “A Fat Woman.” [00:04:32][13.3]

Marcia Duvall: [00:04:33] They call me a fat woman, chubby, overweight. They say I’m too big. Accused me of taking up more space than I’m entitled to. They tell me I should lose weight, reduce myself, shrink myself down to a more manageable size – like size 12, maybe, or size 10. I enjoy being out of bounds. Extra large. Overweight. I enjoy being fat as I enjoy being female. Ain’t nobody going to cut me down to size. [00:05:06][32.3]

May: [00:05:07] Thank you, Marcia. And now Judith will read loving advice to thin women for their own good, of course. A poem by Judy Freespirit. [00:05:15][7.2]

Judith: [00:05:15] Outside every thin woman is a fat woman dying to get in. The soft round curves, the sensuous expanse of breast and belly hunger to break through the tight and unremitting paucity of form. Held tight by fear and falsehood. you create a barrier and call it self-control. You are controlled. You overflow nothing. Being damned up and down inside. You are empty as an eggshell and as brittle. I want to crack your fortress, flooding you with warm flesh, making you a woman of substance. [00:05:51][36.7]

May: [00:05:53] And now a word from our sponsor. [00:05:54][1.7]

Susan Stinson: [00:05:56] Are you tired of music that has no meaning? Songs with doo-wop ditty [background humming begins to the tune of Glory, Glory, Hallelujah.] that raise your pulse but not your spirits? Are you looking for hope? Inspiration? A message that will make you feel better? Well, friends, just listen to this sample of a brand new recording from the Big Girls Flabernacle Choir. This record available for just $17.98 is not sold in any record store. Only through our special radio offer. If you’re looking for something special in your music, just listen. [00:06:31][35.8]

All: [00:06:35] [Singing to the tune of Glory, Glory, Hallelujah] Mine eyes have seen the stories that they tell us about food. All of their lies and all their myths with which they tried to set our mood. But we’ve dug through all their falsehoods and discarded their old lies. That pride is growing strong. Clear your mind of all their fables. Look at us and not your labels. We are not sick and we are not lazy. We are certainly not crazy. Fat Pride is growing strong. Their diets keep us weak and worrying about our looks. Their myths keep us divided and their lies are painful hooks to keep us from uniting all as sisters as their aim. We must not play men’s games. Clear your mind of all the fables. Look at us and not your labels. Join together fat and thin. And we’ll surely someday win our lives strong, proud, and free. [00:07:42][66.6]

Susan: [00:07:44] [Background humming resumes] Isn’t that grand? This is a one-time offer and may be revoked at any time. So, send $17.98 today to Big Girl Choir, Box 6969, Lesbos, New York 10069. That’s Big Girl Choir Box 6969, Lesbos, New York 10069. Send your check or money order today. Don’t miss out on music with guts. [Speaker stops, humming continues.] [00:08:12][27.8]

May: [00:08:21] Back to our show. In our next segment, we’re joined by a Girl Scout Troop 69, an all fat girl scout troop. Joining us in the studio is the scout leader, Judith, and three members of the troop. Would you care to tell us a little about the origin of Troop 69, Judith? [00:08:37][16.4]

Judith: [00:08:38] Thank you, May. Troop 69 is a very special kind of Girl Scout Troop. All of our scouts are fat. Troop 69 was formed by some adult women active in the Fat Liberation Movement. Many of us had been scouts and had enjoyed it a great deal, but we faced tremendous hostility and ridicule from our fellow scouts and sometimes from our scout leaders because we were fat. We wanted to provide an opportunity for young fat girls to enjoy scouting to its fullest without having to go through the typical harassment of being the one fat girl in a scout troop. Our scouts do all the typical activities of any girl scout troop, but we add a special emphasis on developing a strong self-image in a world hostile to fat girls and women. Our scouts have come prepared to discuss some of our special merit badges. Meri, would you start, please? [00:09:25][47.3]

Meridith: [00:09:26] My merit badge is in health and nutrition. We learned about fat oppression and fat liberation. Did you know that fat oppression is a systematic hatred, ridicule, and discrimination against fat people by the society? Yeah, it’s true. It means that fat people like ourselves are believed to be more stupid, lazier, or not as good as thin people. And to top that off, there are myths in our society about fat that everybody thinks are facts because they’ve been around for so long. But medical research and the experience of lots of fat people contradict them. For my merit badge, I had to learn three examples. The first stupid myth is that people get fat because they eat too much or eat the wrong foods, or maybe because their metabolism doesn’t work right. Well, we learned that this is really stupid. On the average, fat people eat the same amounts and same types of food as thin people. Medical research has tried to prove in over 100 studies that we eat more, but every study has failed. They even did a study with a group of teenage girls like ourselves who all claim that they ate more than their friends, even though an actual tally of food showed they ate less than their thin friends. The second dumb myth is that fat people could change being fat if they’d just go on a sensible weight loss diet. Well, again, doctors did a lot of research and found out that diets have a failure rate of 98 to 99%. That means that 99 out of 100 people who do lose weight on diets will gain all of it back within five years. In fact, they also prove that dieting itself is unhealthy. It causes hardening of the arteries in lab animals and is thought to be connected with the higher risk of heart attacks and strokes in people. Finally, the third myth. Fat people are unhealthy or less healthy than thin people. You know, fat people range from healthy to ill, just like thin people. Every attempt to prove that being fat causes heart attacks or strokes or diabetes has failed. Diseases that are attributed to fat like heart attacks or high blood pressure have been proven to be caused by stress, the stress of living in a fat, hating world. So as you can see, this merit badge required a lot of thought. [00:11:45][138.8]

Judith: [00:11:46] Thank you, Meri. We’ve come prepared with a song, May. Do you think your listeners would like to hear it? [00:11:51][4.8]

May: [00:11:51] I’m sure our listening audience would love that. [00:11:53][1.8]

Judith/All: [00:11:54] Okay, girls. [Singing to the tune of “Make New Friends”] Find the truth and toss out all their lies. Fat women eat no more than any size. Find new lies. Dig deep and toss the old. All diets fail, no matter what we’re told. Find the truth and toss out all their lies. Fat women live as well as any size. We’re all told to look a certain way, though. The male beauty standards, right away. [00:12:25][31.3]

Judith: [00:12:27] Oh, very nice, girls. Our next merit badge is in fashion. Marcia? [00:12:30][3.9]

Marcia: [00:12:32] The badge I just finished is the fashion badge. The idea of the fashion badge is that within the rules that the fashion industry has set up for everyone, there is a special set of rules for fat women and girls. These rules are supposed to make fat women look thinner, or at least to hide our fat as if there was something wrong with being fat. Some of these special rules are: only wear dark colors, never white or bright colors. Never wear horizontal stripes. Only vertical ones wear loose flowing dresses, not dresses with a waist. Never wear trousers. Your bathing suit should have a skirt or boxer shorts to cover those fat legs. Well, we Girl Scouts think this is silly. Why would anyone think that wearing navy blue will make a 250 pound woman look thin? There are two requirements for the fashion badge. The first is to make an outfit with a waist in a bright color. I made a magenta jumpsuit in cotton velour with a silver belt and silver buttons. The kids at school loved it. The second requirement is to make a bathing suit without a skirt or boxer shorts. My bathing suit has punk zebra stripes. It is black and white, but those colors are in and I’m wearing them because I want to. [00:13:56][84.5]

Judith: [00:13:57] Thank you, Marcia. Our last merit badge is in journalism. Susan? [00:14:00][3.5]

Susan: [00:14:02] There were two parts to my merit badge. First, I had to write a scrapbook of articles from women’s magazines. Second, I had to write a letter to the editor of two magazines. One in favor of an article or issue and one against. Do you know how many diet articles there are in most women’s magazines? It doesn’t matter if it’s Glamour or Good Housekeeping or Ladies Home Journal. There is at least one diet article in every single issue. Can you imagine how much energy women spend dieting and trying to lose weight? Not to mention the billions of dollars women spend on diet soda, WeightWatchers, and other slimming aids. It’s disgusting. Just think what this world might be like if that money and energy were spent doing other things. The sad thing is that diets don’t even work. There is one magazine though that I like that magazine. BBW or Big Beautiful Woman has fashion sections and articles for women who are fat but who want to look nice and care about themselves in a fat, hating society. I wrote one of my letters to them. My other letter was to the editors of McCall’s. They had a diet article directed to the mothers of fat, growing girls. I thought it was disgusting. [00:15:19][77.6]

May: [00:15:21] Thank you, Susan. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us, Judith? [00:15:25][3.2]

Judith: [00:15:25] Well, I do want to talk about our sports program. Troop 69 has programs and all the usual types of scouting activities: hiking, swimming, volleyball, and softball. We try to encourage each girl to play her best, and we find that without the fear of ridicule, most of our girls develop very strong athletic abilities. We do participate, of course, in region-wide scout tournaments. Our scouts play their hardest and certainly win our fair share of games. I am more convinced than ever that any supposed lack of athletic ability among fat girls is really the result of a lack of support and encouragement in a setting that accepts fat as just one more human variation. We do have one last song. Would you like to hear it, May? [00:16:06][41.2]

May: [00:16:07] We’d love to. [00:16:07][0.5]

Judith: [00:16:08] Okay, girls. [00:16:08][0.3]

All: [00:16:09] [Singing to the tune of I’m an Oscar Meyer Weiner.] We have big thighs and bellies. We’re soft and warm and round. We’re full of girl scout spirit with good cheer we abound. I love our fat girl scout troop. We have a special style. Support and love that will bring out my great big girl scout smile. [00:16:25][16.6]

May: [00:16:27] Thank you for being with us, Judith, and for bringing the scouts along. I think a trip back to the literary corner is in order. Joining us now is Susan Stinson with her piece entitled, “Lifting Belly Again” with portions excerpted from Gertrude Stein’s poem, “Lifting Belly.” [00:16:41][14.7]

Susan: [00:16:43] I have been heavy and had much selecting. I saw a star, which was low. It was so low, it twinkled. Breath was in it. Little pieces are stupid. I want to tell about fire. What is it when it’s upset? It isn’t in the room. Moonlight in darkness. Sleep and not sleep. We sleep every night. What was it? I said lifting belly. You didn’t say it. I said it. I mean, lifting belly. The stomach with its adjuncts, appetite, capacity for food, gluttony, the womb, the inside or interior of anything. A protuberant or bulging surface of anything. Lifting belly. Lifting belly. Cry. Lifting belly. Lifting belly. Splendid. Lifting belly is so kind. Lifting belly fatily. Doesn’t that astonish you? You did want me. Say it again. Strawberry. Lifting beside belly. Lifting kindly belly. Sing to me I say. When my lover touches me, I might relax. I might lie back and let my body spread across the bed like butter on warm toast, maybe bounce a little on the bed or floor or grass, wherever we are. Just bounce enough to be moving all over myself, to be loose and shaking on the high wide parts of both legs. My breasts bumping into each other and the fat tops of my arms. The knee pushing up, brushing up with my belly against hers rolling down, rolling with its own motion. Smaller trembles in the wide, tight fat against my own folds and looseness. Many bellies, mounds and valleys becoming mounds. Parts of her folding into parts of me, all soft thickness, big legs rubbing across big legs, parting the soft fat touching where they meet with a knee. Thick knee pushing into wetness.

I might prop one heel up on a wall, might dangle the other off the side of the bed, might move the layers of her back in circles, pull it all up into my fist, then knead it back flat and slide my hands off to her complicated sides with its different curves of hanging belly, hanging breasts, hanging hips. I might anchor my feet and lift up to meet her, rubbing so hard that the bed creaks, that we both gasp, that we notice a bone. Lifting belly is current rolling. Lifting belly is so strong. Lifting belly is so strong. That is what I say. I say it to please me, please yourself with thunder. Or I might tense up, hollow out. She might lean too close and pinch me. I might remember dinner and our struggle over food. She says I gobble. It’s true. I rush like this plate might be my last. Like I’m not supposed to be eating. Like I’m doing something shameful. But too many people have told me that they can’t stand the sight of me eating. And hearing it from her shocks me. How come we’re both in pain about this? I chew slowly and clench my stomach. There’s a knot there she could feel hours later if I let her. But I turn on my side. Lifting belly is no joke, not after all. I am so discouraged about it. About lifting belly. I question. I am so discouraged about lifting belly. The other day there was a good deal of sunlight. There often is. There often is here. Use me as a pillow. Rock me and sing. Walk past men on the street with me. And never be ashamed of my breasts, of our fat arms, or our bellies. I will also rock you and also sing. I will memorize your body to recognize swellings. I will be on the beach with you, watching the ocean and remembering current rolling. I will be current rolling, even pouring sand against my own legs. We see a splendid force in mirrors. Angry, we are not angry. Pleasing. Lifting belly raining. I am good looking, a magazine of lifting belly. Excitement sisters. I am angry in the mirror and then again over the phone. How many boys shouted out of cars? How many men stood behind me and muttered? One man left his number on the subway seat. You don’t listen, you say. Thanks for sharing to quiet me down. Your pain won’t let you. Or maybe it’s trust. We have other issues. Lifting belly is such an incident in one’s life. Lifting belly is such an incident in one’s life. I don’t mean to be reasonable, shall I say thin. This makes me smile. Lifting belly. Exactly. Lifting belly all the time. Do be careful of me. Remarkably so. Remarkably a recreation. Lifting belly is so satisfying. Lifting belly to me. Large quantities of it. Say that you see that you are praised. Lifting belly. See that. [00:22:17][334.3]

May: [00:22:19] 30 big minutes with fat liberation is brought to you by Sappho’s Bosom Spa, where we rent hot tubs to hot tubs. Our next segment will take us to the rehearsal hall of the Zaftig Follies, where we join the cultural correspondent Angela Rip off. Angela? [00:22:34][14.6]

Jude Gage O’Brien/Angela Ripoff: [00:22:34]  Thank you, May I’m here at the rehearsal studio with the Zaftig Follies celebrating their phenomenal success as an all fat musical dance troupe. With me are Judith, Marcia and Meri, all featured performers with the Follies. Tell me, Judith, why an all fat musical theater troupe? [00:22:52][18.0]

Judith: [00:22:53] Why not? There are a lot of very talented, creative, fat women who are not able to have another outlet for their creativity and talents. We’re trying to change that. But in the meantime, the Zaftig Follies gives us a chance to show our stuff. [00:23:06][13.2]

Jude/Angela Ripoff: [00:23:07] I see. And has the group been successful? How have you been received, Marcia? [00:23:11][4.0]

Marcia: [00:23:13] Well, at first I was really scared to perform, even though I wanted to be in a fat dance troupe. I was worried that the audience would laugh and make fun of us. But it was just the opposite and has been from the beginning. People have loved us. We always get standing ovations. And the best part is the fat women who feel good because of seeing us and come and talk to us backstage or write to us. So many women have told us about beginning to use their bodies to do sports or to dance after they saw us. It’s a good feeling to have helped other women feel better about themselves. I’m sure glad I took the risk to join the Follies. [00:23:52][39.1]

Jude/Angela Ripoff: [00:23:53] Hmm. Meri, what’s your special appeal to an audience? [00:23:56][2.6]

Meri: [00:23:57] Well, Angela, I think it’s because we provide entertainment with a message. We make people think. We make people feel good, and we leave them tapping their feet to our tunes. [00:24:07][9.7]

Jude/Angela Ripoff: [00:24:07] Would you perform a few of your hits for a listening audience? [00:24:10][2.3]

All: [00:24:10] We’d love to. [Singing to the tune of On The Street Where You Live.] Many times have I dieted before, but the diets failed and then I’d have to try some more. Now I understand and the truth is ground. I am simply the size I should be. People stop and stare, try to hassle me. But I know that I’m the size that I was meant to be. Just as some are tall, some are big or small. Now I know I can live with that pride. And, oh, that powerful feeling just to know each other is near. To feel self-hatred run reeling, as every second more self-loathing will appear. Now the world must change. Stop oppressing me. Or let’s rearrange until the truth is really seen. Healthy, strong and free, we will ever be. In our pride and our strength as fat dykes. [00:25:24][73.4]

Marcia: [00:25:26] [Singing to the tune of I Could Have Danced All Night.] I spent my life on a diet. Each different sort, I’d try it. And still, I weigh the same. Nobody understood that I was being good. So then I got the blame. You’ll never know the agony I felt then. ‘Til all at once I heard the news. [00:26:01][34.6]

All: [00:26:04] [Song continues with several voices joining in.] Diets all fail the same, no matter what their name. And now I’m healthy, strong, and fat. [We’ve joined with?] others now, we’ll change the world somehow to end this fear of fat. We know our myths, their lies that taught us to despise our body size. Does that show variations, wide and tall? Some folks are fat and some are small. Now we will live, you see, from fat oppression free. We’re living strong and proud and fat. [00:27:02][58.6]

Jude/Angela Ripoff: [00:27:04] Wonderful. Thank you. Zaftig follies. Oh, and one last question. Where do you find those great bras with spangles in your sizes? [00:27:12][8.4]

Susan: [00:27:13] Well, Angela, come on backstage and I’ll show you. [00:27:16][2.6]

Jude/Angela Ripoff: [00:27:17] Gee, thanks. Back to you, May. [00:27:18][1.8]

May: [00:27:19] We’re out of time for today on 30 Big Minutes with Fat Liberation. My guests have been Marcia Duvall, Jude Gage O’Brien, Meridith Lawrence, Judith Stein, and Susan Stinson. A note on our poets: Judy Freespirit is a fat activist about to publish her first book, “Free Spirit in the Flesh,” this September. Watch for it. Barbara Ruth is a radical, lesbian feminist, a beautiful, fat, disabled woman currently living on the West Coast. Susan Stinson is an adorable fat lesbian living in Jamaica Plain, and she will publish a poem in the next issue of Sinister Wisdom. Song lyrics by Judith Stein. The engineer for this program has been Melanie Berzon. For International Women’s Day, I’m May Roe. [00:28:03][44.3]

WMBR Announcer: [00:28:04] For more information on fat liberation, write [old contact details]. [00:28:04][0.0]

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Outside of that, this blog is medium-stakes. The mod is not a huge fan of a lot of angst, so I will mostly remain lighthearted and silly unless i join an arc or something //

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Hello rotomblr.

I'm Evian, a university student at Naranja/Uva/Blueberry Academy. Any pronouns for me are fine.

I am what people would call a "chosen" — my patron legendary is Eternatus. Yes, the one blamed for Galar's darkest days.

Rest assured I have no intent on destroying anything or whatever. I and my... patron just wish to live quietly. Evil teams who wish to "recruit" me for their.. purposes are not welcome. Please leave and rethink your actions.

Pelipper and Musharna Mail are on, Magic Anons are off.

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I have a Hatterne named Astella. She was gifted to me by a close friend and she is my most trusted companion. Without her a lot of my daily tasks would be much harder to achieve.

My other pokémon consists of my Surskit Jellybean, my Togetic named Moondew, and my Oricorio Don :)

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My Tags

#☆Evian Answers -> Answered Asks

#☆Stellardex -> Important Posts

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Welcome to the OOC bit.

☆ Pelipper Mail | Musharna mail is ON

☆ Musharna Malice is ON

☆ Sentient pokémon + Legendary pokémon can interact!

☆ Canon character RP blogs can interact!

☆ Magic Anons are OFF

Hi again! It's Necro with another pokemon irl blog :) - this time we have the "chosen" of Eternatus! Though... something makes me think that they're not human at all... Probably just me though.

(The gimmick here is Evian is their world's Eternatus, but they are hiding that fact and claiming they are the chosen. That is a lie so they aren't bothered by people. NOBODY IN CHARACTER KNOWS THIS EXCEPT FOR ASTER)

I also run @4ster-bl4ster , so check out my other blog!! These two will interact occasionally :)

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General tidbits:

No NSFW with this account, but suggestive is fine. Evian might not get the jokes though

I literally made this blog to be silly and have fun, so please don't take things too seriously :')

If things don't fit 100% with people's canon it's fine, like I don't mind working with ppl. Again, this is just me making a blog for my pokemon oc for the sake of havin fun.

Here's a bit about myself:

Name is Necro/Nec

Main blog is @the-necrobotanist [follows and likes are from @wyrmoffthestr1ng though]

Pronouns are He/They

20 y/o, Illustration major in college

LGBTQIA+ (I'm trans/nonbinary!)

I mainly dabble in Wizardblr lol

Pokémon is my hyperfixation, and I am an avid shiny hunter :)

Chronically ill, and I have a lotta anxiety so I often will explain things in tags if I'm worried abt something.

If you want more just like, go to my main or smthn.

I can't think of anything else to add to this part right now, so I'll add things here as needed.

Btw no TERFS, Zi*nists, or your like. I will block you on sight. Get out

[sneasedtomeetyou]

Before we get started, allow me to explain some terms used on this masterlist!

Injected canon refers to an event that has had significant details altered since the original posting, or has been backdated to have occurred during a time period despite being written at a later point. These often won't have original posts to link to as they were written later, and original posts may actually contradict later posts. Injected canon versions of these posts should always be assumed to be the definitive iteration for this blog.

Lost pages refers to older posts/arcs that may be difficult to find due to some older posts being improperly tagged or privated as Casi's characterization has changed over the years—certain events referenced in these posts may have been decanonized but they themselves were not something I was willing to entirely remove. These may become listed as injected canon later if I have time and motivation to fill the blanks.

Off-page means an event occurred on some other platform and the record is not publicly available. Some of these are posted later as fics, some are not, and some contain material I consider inappropriate for this blog. Instead of links to their archive tag they may have links to the respective fics. These fics will also be listed in the fics section.

What isn't here? Posts and interactions that are entirely decanonized will not be listed here in the directory, though remainders of them may still be present on the blog. You are welcome to ask me if a certain event or post has been decanonized, but I reserve the right to not always give the full explanation as to why.

Entries include the name of the arc, the rough dates that the event occurred the status of the arc, and a link to the recap page. Recap pages give a summary of the events of the arc and if available link to the archive tag. Relevant content warnings are displayed underneath the arc information and on the summary pages themselves. If an arc is labeled as containing references to sexual content, no details of said content are included in the summary, only mentioned as having happened in some capacity. Actual recap posts will also be tagged like any other content post, as will any AO3 links posted.

If links are not provided it's because the recap isn't completed yet. Check back in another time!

Arc Recaps (In Chronological Order)

2023

Power Outage - Jan 1-4 Lost Pages!

Unova Vacation - Jan 9-16 Lost Pages!

Indigo Introductions - February 24 Off-Page!

Lissie is Missing! - June 24-28 Off-Page!

cw(s): kidnapping, medical experimentation, presence of organized crime, heightened emotional state pokereality, high stakes pokereality

Wandering Spirits - September 18-30 Injected Canon!

cw(s): possession, paranoia, depersonalization, discussions of death, heightened emotional state pokreality, altered perception pokereality

The Masquerade - October 31 Off-Page!

cw(s): references to sexual content, catfishing

Road Trip - December - Early January 2024 Archived!

cw(s): references to sexual content, panic attacks, emetophobia, alcohol, memory loss, references to organized crime, heightened emotional state pokereality, altered perception pokereality

2024

A Valencian Detour - April 14-October 25 Archived!

Hurricane on Valencia - Early October Lost Pages!

The Gluttonous Cramorant - Early October Off-Page!

Casi in Team Phobia - October 24-26 Archived!

Return to Unova - October 26 Archived!

2025

Mist of Dreams - January Ongoing!

Sneaking Suspicions - February Ongoing!

Fics

A Slight Miscommunication - Linked to: Road Trip

Hurt/Comfort. Antidotesshipping (Casi-x-Amy). Casi and Amy attempt to focus on their future together, but they can't help being haunted by the ghost of their pasts.

cw(s): references to sexual content, panic attacks, emetophobia, alcohol, memory loss, references to organized crime, heightened emotional state pokereality, altered perception pokereality

[mysteriousvoidbeing]

RANT AHEAD

I've been seeing a lot more fakeclaiming happening recently, including to people I know personally and care for deeply, and it's been pissing me off. So here's a rant that probably won't be read by the people who actually need to see it.

TW/CW for discussions on fakeclaiming. (If it's not obvious, I am very against it.)

I hold a lot of hatred towards fakeclaimers, and especially with that fakedisordercringe subreddit. So much so that I don't even know where to begin!

For starters, I guess, I see a lot of similarities between fakeclaiming and armchair diagnosis, mainly in the sense that you, as a person on the internet with no connections to the other person and no idea how they function in their day to day life, have no credentials to claim anything about said person. In the same way that you can't diagnose a random person on the internet with a disability from the few snippets of them you see, you cannot fakeclaim someone when you obviously do not have all the facts of their life. People choose how they express themselves on the internet, and you cannot diagnose a persona.

Second, MOST of the posts I have seen on r/fakedisordercringe or any other of those stupid subreddits or youtube posts are people that are actually diagnosed with the disorder they are being fakeclaimed for, which makes it so much more obvious that these people have no fucking clue what they're talking about! And the fact that so many people feel that it's necessary to divulge their own private medical history just so they have a CHANCE at getting people to stop harassing them is not only asanine, it's a downright violation! If you are so hellbent on calling people out for faking disorders that you end up hurting and alienating people who ACTUALLY have the disorder, rethink your fucking priorities.

Third, these disorders are not a fucking monolith, and you don't get to fakeclaim people because their disorder doesn't present like yours, or like the majorities, or even because some of their symptoms don't perfectly match up with the diagnostic criteria! Especially for disorders like autism, which is not only wildly understudied, but the studies we do currently have are still at least partially based in n*zi experimentation and propaganda!

Fourth, and this ties a bit into that last point, even if someone is faking, what does it actually matter to you? You claim that they're doing it to steal resources? What resources are they stealing? If it's medication, then you have to have a formal diagnosis to get medication in the first place, and I promise you that no one whose faking it wants to go through that often humiliating process just for some meds. Is it resources on coping skills? Those aren't a limited resource, and if the coping skills are working for said person, isn't that a good thing?

Is it accommodations in general? Like assistive devices, or 504 plans, or wheelchairs, or whatever the fuck else? Well hot take, those resources should be accessible to EVERYONE. Because if anyone is excluded from using it, then ultimately you will be excluding those who do actually need it anyway. On top of that, assistive devices are EXPENSIVE, how many people are actually gonna fake a disorder to the extent of buying expensive things they don't actually need?

If your worried about the concept that people faking disorders are giving those with disabilities a bad name, then I hate to break it to you friend, but the world already hates disabled people anyways. You fail to realize that people with disabilities are ALREADY treated like shit! You are actively perpetuating that with this fakeclaiming bullshit. It's like those people who "accept" trans people, but not nonbinary people or those who use neopronouns because it's "going too far" and "they won't give us rights if we're too strange." I promise you, "they" don't want to give you rights anyways!

Finally, if your worried about people claiming for the sake of getting attention, I have two things to say. One, it is better to give the attention, love, and care to someone who doesn't need it, then to deny that attention love and care from someone who does. One isn't harmful while the other is actively detrimental to someone's health. Second, if a person is faking a disorder to get attention, they probably do need it! Contrary to some people's belief, humans need attention! We are a species of community, and we quite literally need attention to survive! If anyone is doing anything to get attention, it is probably a cry for help!

Ultimately my whole problem with the whole fakeclaiming bullshit is that no matter what angle you are approaching it from, you are hurting someone. And anyways, I am a staunch believer in the fact that the world should be built to accommodate everyone as best as possible, regardless of if they are disabled or not. You shouldn't have to be disabled to access any sort of assistive device. If you feel like you need it, you should be able to use it, without shame and without having to be behind a massive pay wall and a bunch of restrictions.

Rant over, please do let me know if I missed anything, I am a very fallible human being.

[atundratoadstool]

Hi, if you happen to be taking asks right now, do you have any thoughts on Jack Seward and his place in the story? A lot of people doing Dracula Daily seem to find him creepy and off-putting and expect him to become a villain. Was he maybe intended as a sort of red herring? Especially his odd arc, which flirts with him becoming a full-on mad scientist? Are we intended to be waiting for him to fall into that behavior or was Stoker doing something else with Seward?

[Spoilers: Extended discussion of Jack Seward, his patient, and later portions of the book under the cut; also CW for mention of medical abuse]

I have many many many thoughts about Jack Seward, his arc, and his multitude of personal and professional failures. He was the topic of my Master's Thesis, and I feel that if I keep up with Dracula Daily through September I will be revisiting a lot of old posts about him and writing a lot of new ones.

I do think Seward's poor medical ethics and his temptation toward even worse medical ethics are incredibly significant to what I see as being as the major themes of the novel, and I think the reader should be apprehensive about his potential for villainy. The basic argument of my own work as regards him is that both he and Renfield are both committed to fundamentally materialist views of reality at the opening of the novel and are dehumanizing one another within those paradigms. Both of them treat the other, at some point, as experimental animals, with Seward explicitly discussing Renfield in terms of vivisectionist research and Renfield attempting to include Seward in his vitalist project by literally consuming him. I hold that Dracula asserts the reality of spiritual existence by allowing each man to have a transformative moment as regards the human soul. Jack, in being confronted by a Lucy who is not Lucy, can see a physical body in which a soul is absent--which affirms the soul’s existence as something beyond the physical contours of the brain. Renfield, in being confronted by Mina’s overabundant empathy, is made to confront the horror of his own vitalist project to the extent that he abandons his attempts to extend his own life in a profound moment of self sacrifice. I also believe that Seward and Lucy (who were a couple in the original outlines of the novel) can be read as a failed version of Jonathan and Mina, with Jack’s skepticism and Lucy’s passivity making them vulnerable in ways that the Harkers are not. I feel that poor Jonathan--for all the flak people give him right now--is a character who adapts to the reality of the supernatural with a grace that Jack cannot.

So that’s the very very brief rundown as to what I think is going on with Seward. I will hopefully be revisiting a lot of this in the future.

[nosleepuntilvacation]

Frisk and Mettaton’s continuing adventures through the True Lab, featuring beds, showers, videotapes, and special hells (and not just for the amalgamate featured in this chapter).

CW: discussion of canonical medical experimentation; one character ends up on the verge of an emotional breakdown later in the chapter

[ameliamike90]

MID LEVEL FULL STACK DEVELOPER - TRAINING TO BE A SENIOR DEV PROVIDED job at Comfort Works Malaysia

Comfort Works aims to breathe new life into living rooms across the globe, and we do this by creating beautiful handmade slipcovers for your old, tired sofas. Every aspect of our operations is done in-house, from web development to online marketing and content creation. To product design and product manufacturing. Nothing is outsourced. We design with the belief that we can live simple and beautiful by trying to revive the hidden potential of our old furniture and doing our part for the planet. Before we knew it, Comfort Works expanded into a huge range of products specializing in IKEA sofa covers, custom furniture slipcovers and other complementary accessories.

Why Join Us?

Comfort Works’ team members make an impact from day one. They have an opportunity to enjoy early responsibilities and be involved in making impactful decisions. Our team is encouraged to use their initiative to shape their roles and keep themselves on track to develop individual expertise. We love DIY Projects, hacking, shopping, discussing great design, collecting quirky items, up-cycling, decorating and re-decorating. Upon being on board you will enjoy an autonomous workflow, development opportunities, training, travel and an environment of like-minded people who don’t settle for anything less than doing what they love!

Pursuing growth and learning is one of our core values so expect to brainstorm cutting-edge solutions for everyday problems on a daily basis. Imagine having the freedom to propose and execute even your most out-of-the-box ideas.

At Comfort Works, we foster a culture of experimentation, teamwork, equality, humble confidence, and infusing hard work and fun. You’ll get hands-on experience and support in a team-oriented environment and have some fun along the way. If you are tired of boring work environments, singular task jobs, and typical “office rules”, screw that and join a collaborative environment that’s all about innovation.

Cliff Notes

A work hard play hard group with solid management and resources.

Opportunity to learn about e-commerce, online marketing, reputation management, international online customer service, product design and web development.

Great international workmates from Australia, Poland, China, Indonesia, Singapore, Morocco.

Cool office space with a fully stocked fridge.

We make pretty things comfort-works.com

Have you hit the 2-3 year mark? Are you ready for the next phase of growth before becoming a Senior Developer? 

Our Mission

Comfort Works is essentially a perfect marriage of Design and Technology.   Our mission is to rejuvenate the world’s tired homes. Through our platform, we give homeowners the ability to transform and customise their living space, all with a click of a button. Our application of 3D design, content delivery network and web engineering allows us to establish ourselves as the industry leader in the niche of living room fashion and soft-furnishing. 

In CW, we design, create, source, prototype, market, package and fulfil everything in-house. We’ve rejuvenated more than 50,000 living rooms to date. We have begun investing in machine learning commerce and mobile application as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Our customer and products base are growing rapidly and we need a new site and new technologies to help propel us to the next thing in the e-commerce ecosystem.  We need great, like-minded people to help us further our mission and to join our team of talented folks, who are ambitiously and ridiculously determined to save people from ugly living spaces. 

If you like the early stage, we’re in that magic sweet spot. We are not a fad. We are 100% self-funded but have a REAL and PROFITABLE business on a global scale (find out how we did it!)

About this role

We are looking for a forward thinking, front-end loving, budding full stack ninja who is looking for growth. In this role, you will have a chance to put your development skill into redesigning the base of our tech & e-commerce platform as well as explore machine learning as part of our future expansions and product architectures. This position requires you to be working in our kickass Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia office. This is not a remote position.

We generally favour the can-do attitude over hardcore technical skills. We promote autonomy, proactiveness, sustainability & eco-friendliness in the work that we do.

Responsibilities:

Identify, address performance bottlenecks and maintain, upgrade existing e-selling platform

Collaborate with product development, user experience, production and customer service teams to build tools and automation for scaling up internal operations.

Participate in creating a new custom-made web shop and backend architecture for our high-traffic e-commerce platform that is scalable, extensible, and efficient.

Explore machine learning as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Uphold team standards for code quality, test coverage, efficiency, optimisation, scalability, security and constantly pushing the bar higher.

If you are an awesome full stack Developer, you already know what we are looking for:

BS in Computer Science, Software Engineering or the equivalent.

Well versed with PHP (Object Oriented / MVC) with 2-3 years relevant working experience 

Ninja-like skills with frontend technologies like  JS, CSS, JQuery, VueJS.

Great logic, problem-solving skills (loves strategy games) and data-driven decision making.

Intermediate level (B1, B2, C1) written and spoken English 

Nice to Have:

Experience with popular analytics services like Google Analytics, MixPanel

Working knowledge of Prestashop, Magento, Woocommerce, Opencart would be an added advantage.

Experience with designing and optimising for mobile web and mobile device

A Github page or similar portfolio of previous work or contribution to open source projects

Benefits, Work Culture & Compensation

Competitive salary package, medical insurance, and 2 company trips yearly (We’ve done white water rafting, jungle paintball, escape rooms, flying fox, ATVs)

Work within a multinational team, from countries like Australia, Poland, Tunisia, Italy, Japan, India, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore & China.

Working Visa, Accommodation and Return Flight provided for Expats.

You’ll also get whatever hardware and software you need to ensure that you can play, create, learn, and grow more every day

A casual working environment with a fully stocked fridge.

Team lunches and social events such as board games nights, bowling, futsal, online gaming, BBQs by the pool.

Fresh graduates are welcome to get in touch.

Technical Skill Upgrade

Work for an awesome CTO who empowers his people. 

Sponsored courses for personal development in Node.js & PHP.

Cost covered for one work-related conference per year.

Business Skill Upgrade

Join a team of people who grew a startup from a garage into a PROFITABLE business with NO FUNDING. 

You will be working with cross-functional teams from design, marketing, international sales & customer service, and expose to all business decisions daily.

Sit in on internal digital marketing, SEO, social, Adwords training classes.

Soft Skill Upgrade

Be in an environment that will train you to be the best version of yourself.

Attend creative learning sessions, skill shares and leadership programs

How to Apply: Resumes are welcome of course but please feel free to include websites, blogs, portfolios, code samples, Github / Bitbucket / GitLab accounts or even just tell us a bit about what you’ve been working on and why you love it. We love to see people’s side projects, hobbies and toys.

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[omegasamwilson]

Hi. Thank you for contributing to this discussion and I am truly sorry that the episode was triggering for you.

CW: blood, medical trauma, foot wound, discussion oF panic attacks, PTSD

I have pretty severe gender dysphoria + much milder body dysmorphia + some mental health issues and PTSD related to medical trauma lacking bodily autonomy amongst a physical disability and some other brain shit.

When I analyzed the scene, I looked at it from the prospective of the fact that it was a fight, one with many complex factors, including the fact that Bucky had helped an international fugitive that had killed the Wakandan head of state escape prison. This factor alone complicated the situation in ways that most people would never experience.

If someone took my mobility aid because we were arguing or because they were annoyed with me or because they were upset or even angry with me, I’d probably be triggered and feel as though my autonomy had been violated. Or at least, I’d be far more triggered than I would be if someone had removed the same mobility aid in the context of combat. I don’t want to get too much into explaining but I have a medical advice that I need near constantly but if I have an episode of am triggered, my use of the device can easily become a tool that can harm myself or others. I’ve had trusted folks that know how to get that device away from me to prevent myself from causing harm to myself or to the people around me. While this certainly isn’t the same as the situation with Bucky, these situations are less triggering for me than other situations in which I have had medical devices and other necessary equipment removed from me (often for the purposes of medical procedures, which doesn’t make things easier).

Thank you for bringing up the point about the power shift, though. I appreciate that. I am definitely going to sit and reflect on that.

I will say this: it was a low blow. It wouldn’t have been my first move or something I’d even considered. But I’m not a Dora milaje. The Dora Milajes have been trained to identify any and all threats to the Wakandan crown and to protect their leaders from these threats by any means necessary, even if it means fighting friends or not playing nice. We see how defensive they can become in movies like Civil War, in which the Doras tell Natasha (an ally) to move or she will be moved. We see this again in Black Panther when Okoye doesn’t want to bring Ross back to Wakanda (which would save his life) because having an American intelligence operative there presents a threat to the throne. We see this even as most of the Dora milaje demonstrates loyalty to Killmonger despite their grief and despite their disagreement with him.

Bucky, even though he felt himself justified, helped an international fugitive and murderer escape prison. This fugitive had previously threatened the Wakandan head of state. Bucky’s attempt to protect Zemo made him (at least in that moment) a threat to Wakanda, which means that he needed to be dealt with.

Any well placed injury is enough to shock and disorient someone, especially someone with PTSD. I imagine that breaking Bucky’s flesh arm or his flesh hand or even dislocating his shoulder could’ve caused a similar response and could’ve been similarly triggering. I had a full blown panic attack on Monday (+ the rest of my day spiraled) because I stepped on a lego hard enough to draw blood and the pain, sight of blood, + my inability to control my response to the pain was triggering af. I’d imagine that anyone with Bucky’s type of PTSD and trauma related to medical experimentation would probably be triggered by any sort of tangible or visible injury no matter the type or location of it. The removal of his arm was disorienting but perhaps might have been less triggering than having a limb broken or dislocated by someone you trusted would be.

Finally, I’ll finish up with this: I mentioned above that maybe the removal of his arm was less triggering than injury to another limb would be. Ayo was intimately involved in his reconditioning and treatment, and it is entirely possible that her decision to disable his arm was rooted in the fact that another move intended to incapacitate Bucky would’ve been more triggering to his PTSD and/or body dysmorphia. Going back to my above example of spiraling because I stepped on a lego, part of the trigger was that I stepped on the lego with good foot, and having that foot being bloody and in pain was what was truly horrifying to me. It could be that Ayo chose to target his prosthetic arm because that was the least triggering injury that would still remove him as a threat.

Sorry if this is rambly and distracted, I’m in a meeting right now and also doubled dosed my ADHD meds so my brain is all over the pace but very focused.

No, Ayo taking off Bucky’s arm wasn’t ableist. It simply wasn’t.

(Disclaimer: I am disabled but not an amputee so if anyone else wants to chime in, you are welcome.)

The context in which Ayo disables Bucky’s arm is important. In most cases, taking a disabled person’s mobility aid because of a real or perceived slight is incredibly problematic and ableist.

However, in this specific case, it was not ableist. Ayo wasn’t taking Bucky’s arm off because he was annoying her or because she wanted to make a joke, she was taking off his arm because he was literally fighting to protect the guy that had murdered her former head of state.

His arm, while a mobility aid, also has the capacity to be used as a weapon and is capable of things that most arms (human or prosthetic) are not capable of. Ayo made a calculated tactical move to disadvantage her opponent by removing one of his physical advantages, which was a super powered arm. Her taking off his harm is truly no different than if she were to break his flesh and blood arm or dislocate his shoulder in order to make him unable to use his arm.

Context is critically important to situations like these, and what happened was not ableist.

[shuying877]

MID LEVEL FULL STACK DEVELOPER – TRAINING TO BE A SENIOR DEV PROVIDED job at Comfort Works Malaysia

Comfort Works aims to breathe new life into living rooms across the globe, and we do this by creating beautiful handmade slipcovers for your old, tired sofas. Every aspect of our operations is done in-house, from web development to online marketing and content creation. To product design and product manufacturing. Nothing is outsourced. We design with the belief that we can live simple and beautiful by trying to revive the hidden potential of our old furniture and doing our part for the planet. Before we knew it, Comfort Works expanded into a huge range of products specializing in IKEA sofa covers, custom furniture slipcovers and other complementary accessories.

  Why Join Us?

Comfort Works’ team members make an impact from day one. They have an opportunity to enjoy early responsibilities and be involved in making impactful decisions. Our team is encouraged to use their initiative to shape their roles and keep themselves on track to develop individual expertise. We love DIY Projects, hacking, shopping, discussing great design, collecting quirky items, up-cycling, decorating and re-decorating. Upon being on board you will enjoy an autonomous workflow, development opportunities, training, travel and an environment of like-minded people who don’t settle for anything less than doing what they love!

Pursuing growth and learning is one of our core values so expect to brainstorm cutting-edge solutions for everyday problems on a daily basis. Imagine having the freedom to propose and execute even your most out-of-the-box ideas.

At Comfort Works, we foster a culture of experimentation, teamwork, equality, humble confidence, and infusing hard work and fun. You’ll get hands-on experience and support in a team-oriented environment and have some fun along the way. If you are tired of boring work environments, singular task jobs, and typical "office rules", screw that and join a collaborative environment that's all about innovation.

Cliff Notes

A work hard play hard group with solid management and resources.

Opportunity to learn about e-commerce, online marketing, reputation management, international online customer service, product design and web development.

Great international workmates from Australia, Poland, China, Indonesia, Singapore, Morocco.

Cool office space with a fully stocked fridge.

We make pretty things comfort-works.com

Have you hit the 2-3 year mark? Are you ready for the next phase of growth before becoming a Senior Developer? 

Our Mission

Comfort Works is essentially a perfect marriage of Design and Technology.   Our mission is to rejuvenate the world's tired homes. Through our platform, we give homeowners the ability to transform and customise their living space, all with a click of a button. Our application of 3D design, content delivery network and web engineering allows us to establish ourselves as the industry leader in the niche of living room fashion and soft-furnishing. 

In CW, we design, create, source, prototype, market, package and fulfil everything in-house. We've rejuvenated more than 50,000 living rooms to date. We have begun investing in machine learning commerce and mobile application as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Our customer and products base are growing rapidly and we need a new site and new technologies to help propel us to the next thing in the e-commerce ecosystem.  We need great, like-minded people to help us further our mission and to join our team of talented folks, who are ambitiously and ridiculously determined to save people from ugly living spaces. 

If you like the early stage, we’re in that magic sweet spot. We are not a fad. We are 100% self-funded but have a REAL and PROFITABLE business on a global scale (find out how we did it!)

About this role

We are looking for a forward thinking, front-end loving, budding full stack ninja who is looking for growth. In this role, you will have a chance to put your development skill into redesigning the base of our tech & e-commerce platform as well as explore machine learning as part of our future expansions and product architectures. This position requires you to be working in our kickass Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia office. This is not a remote position.

We generally favour the can-do attitude over hardcore technical skills. We promote autonomy, proactiveness, sustainability & eco-friendliness in the work that we do.

Responsibilities:

Identify, address performance bottlenecks and maintain, upgrade existing e-selling platform

Collaborate with product development, user experience, production and customer service teams to build tools and automation for scaling up internal operations.

Participate in creating a new custom-made web shop and backend architecture for our high-traffic e-commerce platform that is scalable, extensible, and efficient.

Explore machine learning as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Uphold team standards for code quality, test coverage, efficiency, optimisation, scalability, security and constantly pushing the bar higher.

If you are an awesome full stack Developer, you already know what we are looking for:

BS in Computer Science, Software Engineering or the equivalent.

Well versed with PHP (Object Oriented / MVC) with 2-3 years relevant working experience 

Ninja-like skills with frontend technologies like  JS, CSS, JQuery, VueJS.

Great logic, problem-solving skills (loves strategy games) and data-driven decision making.

Intermediate level (B1, B2, C1) written and spoken English 

Nice to Have:

Experience with popular analytics services like Google Analytics, MixPanel

Working knowledge of Prestashop, Magento, Woocommerce, Opencart would be an added advantage.

Experience with designing and optimising for mobile web and mobile device

A Github page or similar portfolio of previous work or contribution to open source projects

Benefits, Work Culture & Compensation

Competitive salary package, medical insurance, and 2 company trips yearly (We've done white water rafting, jungle paintball, escape rooms, flying fox, ATVs)

Work within a multinational team, from countries like Australia, Poland, Tunisia, Italy, Japan, India, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore & China.

Working Visa, Accommodation and Return Flight provided for Expats.

You'll also get whatever hardware and software you need to ensure that you can play, create, learn, and grow more every day

A casual working environment with a fully stocked fridge.

Team lunches and social events such as board games nights, bowling, futsal, online gaming, BBQs by the pool.

Fresh graduates are welcome to get in touch.

Technical Skill Upgrade

Work for an awesome CTO who empowers his people. 

Sponsored courses for personal development in Node.js & PHP.

Cost covered for one work-related conference per year.

Business Skill Upgrade

Join a team of people who grew a startup from a garage into a PROFITABLE business with NO FUNDING. 

You will be working with cross-functional teams from design, marketing, international sales & customer service, and expose to all business decisions daily.

Sit in on internal digital marketing, SEO, social, Adwords training classes.

Soft Skill Upgrade

Be in an environment that will train you to be the best version of yourself.

Attend creative learning sessions, skill shares and leadership programs

How to Apply: Resumes are welcome of course but please feel free to include websites, blogs, portfolios, code samples, Github / Bitbucket / GitLab accounts or even just tell us a bit about what you've been working on and why you love it. We love to see people's side projects, hobbies and toys.

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MID LEVEL FULL STACK DEVELOPER - TRAINING TO BE A SENIOR DEV PROVIDED job at Comfort Works Malaysia

Comfort Works aims to breathe new life into living rooms across the globe, and we do this by creating beautiful handmade slipcovers for your old, tired sofas. Every aspect of our operations is done in-house, from web development to online marketing and content creation. To product design and product manufacturing. Nothing is outsourced. We design with the belief that we can live simple and beautiful by trying to revive the hidden potential of our old furniture and doing our part for the planet. Before we knew it, Comfort Works expanded into a huge range of products specializing in IKEA sofa covers, custom furniture slipcovers and other complementary accessories.

 Why Join Us?

Comfort Works’ team members make an impact from day one. They have an opportunity to enjoy early responsibilities and be involved in making impactful decisions. Our team is encouraged to use their initiative to shape their roles and keep themselves on track to develop individual expertise. We love DIY Projects, hacking, shopping, discussing great design, collecting quirky items, up-cycling, decorating and re-decorating. Upon being on board you will enjoy an autonomous workflow, development opportunities, training, travel and an environment of like-minded people who don’t settle for anything less than doing what they love!

Pursuing growth and learning is one of our core values so expect to brainstorm cutting-edge solutions for everyday problems on a daily basis. Imagine having the freedom to propose and execute even your most out-of-the-box ideas.

At Comfort Works, we foster a culture of experimentation, teamwork, equality, humble confidence, and infusing hard work and fun. You’ll get hands-on experience and support in a team-oriented environment and have some fun along the way. If you are tired of boring work environments, singular task jobs, and typical "office rules", screw that and join a collaborative environment that's all about innovation.

Cliff Notes

A work hard play hard group with solid management and resources.

Opportunity to learn about e-commerce, online marketing, reputation management, international online customer service, product design and web development.

Great international workmates from Australia, Poland, China, Indonesia, Singapore, Morocco.

Cool office space with a fully stocked fridge.

We make pretty things comfort-works.com

Have you hit the 2-3 year mark? Are you ready for the next phase of growth before becoming a Senior Developer? 

Our Mission

Comfort Works is essentially a perfect marriage of Design and Technology.   Our mission is to rejuvenate the world's tired homes. Through our platform, we give homeowners the ability to transform and customise their living space, all with a click of a button. Our application of 3D design, content delivery network and web engineering allows us to establish ourselves as the industry leader in the niche of living room fashion and soft-furnishing. 

In CW, we design, create, source, prototype, market, package and fulfil everything in-house. We've rejuvenated more than 50,000 living rooms to date. We have begun investing in machine learning commerce and mobile application as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Our customer and products base are growing rapidly and we need a new site and new technologies to help propel us to the next thing in the e-commerce ecosystem.  We need great, like-minded people to help us further our mission and to join our team of talented folks, who are ambitiously and ridiculously determined to save people from ugly living spaces. 

If you like the early stage, we’re in that magic sweet spot. We are not a fad. We are 100% self-funded but have a REAL and PROFITABLE business on a global scale (find out how we did it!)

About this role

We are looking for a forward thinking, front-end loving, budding full stack ninja who is looking for growth. In this role, you will have a chance to put your development skill into redesigning the base of our tech & e-commerce platform as well as explore machine learning as part of our future expansions and product architectures. This position requires you to be working in our kickass Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia office. This is not a remote position.

We generally favour the can-do attitude over hardcore technical skills. We promote autonomy, proactiveness, sustainability & eco-friendliness in the work that we do.

Responsibilities:

Identify, address performance bottlenecks and maintain, upgrade existing e-selling platform

Collaborate with product development, user experience, production and customer service teams to build tools and automation for scaling up internal operations.

Participate in creating a new custom-made web shop and backend architecture for our high-traffic e-commerce platform that is scalable, extensible, and efficient.

Explore machine learning as part of our future expansion and product architectures.

Uphold team standards for code quality, test coverage, efficiency, optimisation, scalability, security and constantly pushing the bar higher.

If you are an awesome full stack Developer, you already know what we are looking for:

BS in Computer Science, Software Engineering or the equivalent.

Well versed with PHP (Object Oriented / MVC) with 2-3 years relevant working experience 

Ninja-like skills with frontend technologies like  JS, CSS, JQuery, VueJS.

Great logic, problem-solving skills (loves strategy games) and data-driven decision making.

Intermediate level (B1, B2, C1) written and spoken English 

Nice to Have:

Experience with popular analytics services like Google Analytics, MixPanel

Working knowledge of Prestashop, Magento, Woocommerce, Opencart would be an added advantage.

Experience with designing and optimising for mobile web and mobile device

A Github page or similar portfolio of previous work or contribution to open source projects

Benefits, Work Culture & Compensation

Competitive salary package, medical insurance, and 2 company trips yearly (We've done white water rafting, jungle paintball, escape rooms, flying fox, ATVs)

Work within a multinational team, from countries like Australia, Poland, Tunisia, Italy, Japan, India, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore & China.

Working Visa, Accommodation and Return Flight provided for Expats.

You'll also get whatever hardware and software you need to ensure that you can play, create, learn, and grow more every day

A casual working environment with a fully stocked fridge.

Team lunches and social events such as board games nights, bowling, futsal, online gaming, BBQs by the pool.

Fresh graduates are welcome to get in touch.

Technical Skill Upgrade

Work for an awesome CTO who empowers his people. 

Sponsored courses for personal development in Node.js & PHP.

Cost covered for one work-related conference per year.

Business Skill Upgrade

Join a team of people who grew a startup from a garage into a PROFITABLE business with NO FUNDING. 

You will be working with cross-functional teams from design, marketing, international sales & customer service, and expose to all business decisions daily.

Sit in on internal digital marketing, SEO, social, Adwords training classes.

Soft Skill Upgrade

Be in an environment that will train you to be the best version of yourself.

Attend creative learning sessions, skill shares and leadership programs

How to Apply: Resumes are welcome of course but please feel free to include websites, blogs, portfolios, code samples, Github / Bitbucket / GitLab accounts or even just tell us a bit about what you've been working on and why you love it. We love to see people's side projects, hobbies and toys.

  StartUp Jobs Asia - Startup Jobs in Singapore , Malaysia , HongKong ,Thailand from http://www.startupjobs.asia/job/39793-mid-level-full-stack-developer-training-to-be-a-senior-dev-provided-full-stack-developer-job-at-comfort-works-malaysia