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zvaigzdelasas · 4 months

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China’s economy is currently on the operating table, hunched over by surgeons, chest cavity splayed open, hooked up to a cardiopulmonary machine, surrounded by nurses staring at monitors flashing vital signs. It all looks rather grim.

This surgery, however, is not an emergency bypass. That would be too easy. China has had many of those already – stimulus packages, grand infrastructure projects and many rounds of directed lending.

Every two decades or so, going all the way back to the founding of the PRC in 1949, the surgeons get ambitious. These guys are mad scientists attempting a comic book trope – to create the ultimate superhero.

They want to inject super serum, replace skeletal calcium with adamantium and dose the patient with gamma rays, giving China the powers of shazams out the wazoo.[...]

In the lamented “pre-reform” era, China’s mad scientists engineered spectacular growth by increasing investment from a prewar 6% of GDP to 20% in the first Five-Year Plan, covering 1952-1957. This led industrial output to register a compound annual growth rate.

The Great Leap Forward accelerated this growth to 66% in 1958 and 39% in 1959 before crashing and burning in 1961 when mismanagement of communal farms and “backyard blast furnaces” caught up with the mad scientists.

Course correction starting in 1962 recovered all lost ground by 1965. According to economist Cheng Chu-Yuan, China’s GDP growth averaged 11% between 1952 and 1966, the eve of the Cultural Revolution. (T. C. Liu of Cornell and K. C. Yeh of the Rand Corporation have a lower estimate: 8%.)

More importantly, China built a full kit of infrastructure, machinery and equipment capable of driving future industrialization.[...]

Many analysts have a tabula rasa understanding of China’s reform era, as if there had been no economy before Deng Xiaoping. In reality, China’s industrialization started right after the formation of the PRC with some of the fastest growth recorded in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Even during the “low growth” Cultural Revolution, resources directed towards public health (for example, barefoot doctors) and primary education doubled life expectancy and quadrupled adult literacy by 1980 from pre-PRC levels.

The mad scientists are now at it again. They have about twenty years of new data not just on China but from the rest of the world. When Zhu Rongji was head surgeon, history had ended and markets reigned supreme. This time around, the surgeons are correcting for market irrationality and negative externalities. The next twenty years is again being determined on the operating table.

Three years ago, the surgeons pried open China’s chest cavity with the three red lines credit limits, instantly seizing the speculation driven property sector. Since then, they ripped out unnecessary organs like education companies, clamped the Ant Financial artery and eviscerated the video game industry. All of this has caused spasms in vital signs from lackluster growth to rising youth unemployment. Wondering whether China will or will not stimulate the economy next quarter or next year is missing the forest from the trees. For the next few years, China’s economy will still be under the knife and whatever adjustments will merely be anesthesiologists and technicians nominally dialing the drugs up and down and adjusting the heart-lung machine to maintain vital signs.

What are these mad scientists trying to achieve? We believe President Xi Jinping’s 2020 target of doubling China’s GDP by 2035 stands. That is an average growth rate of 4.7% for 15 years. But beyond just a numerical target, it is important to figure out what superpowers China is trying to acquire. And just as importantly, what Kryptonite factors China is attempting to inoculate itself against.

China wants America’s Silicon Valley, but regulated; Japan’s car companies, but electrified; Germany’s Mittelstand, but scalable; and Korea’s chaebol conglomerates, but without political capture. It wants to lead the world in science and technology, but without cram schools. A thriving economy, but with common prosperity. Industry, without air pollution. Digital lifestyle, without gaming addiction. Material plenty, without hedonism. Modernity, without its ills. This is, of course, a wish-list and unrealistically ambitious. But these mad scientists sure as hell are going to try. They’ve developed a taste for it.

In college, early into the semester, we went through a ritual called course exchange. Students gathered in an auditorium to swap classes after sampling lectures for three weeks – satisfaction was not guaranteed. The strategy passed down to underclassmen applied to both course exchange and significant others: “Add before you drop.”

China is undergoing – but perhaps botching – the same process with a more party-esque slogan, “Establish the new before abolishing the old.”

The surgeons have been on a tear gutting the old. The big kahuna is, of course, the property sector. But right behind are platform monopolies, private education, financial services and video games. The new has been playing catch-up, with 5G equipment, electric vehicles, photovoltaics and wind turbines being leading examples.

From all appearances, the Industrial Party is in ascendance and China will double down on climbing the manufacturing value chain. The Industrial Party is a political identity that believes industry, science and technology should determine China’s future. Adherents believe that China’s strength lie in the technical skills of her population and thus favor hard-science, high-tech industries as opposed to services and business model innovations.

Therefore, Chinese politicians, whatever their predisposition, must find a way to create space for this next generation of scientists and technicians to develop themselves. They cannot be confined to a production line at a Foxconn plant. Maintaining social stability means finding a use for future scientists and technicians, which means pursuing industrialization. Is there any other way? The key variable for determining the course of China’s future development is thus the massive number of talented technical and scientific workers.

If mistakes were made, it would have been in sequencing and in faith – dropping before adding is a poor strategy in both love and course exchange. China’s mad scientists may have been too confident that electric vehicles and renewable energy would be followed quickly by semiconductors, pharmaceuticals and commercial aircraft.

Perhaps they have reason to be confident. Planning for this surgery has been in the works since 2015 with the Made in China 2025 project. China has been steadily eroding imports of high value added intermediary goods like batteries, precision parts and electrical components, flipping trade with South Korea from deficit to surplus.[...]

China never properly transitioned from its Soviet era Material Product System (MPS) of national accounts to the United Nation’s System of National Accounts (UNSNA) standard, leaving out much of services from reported GDP.

We calculate that China accounts for 22-24% of global GDP and 20-23% of global consumption. We also calculate that household consumption is 50-55% of China’s GDP, in line with global averages. China should easily be able to grow at 4.7% through 2035 with only a modest increase in consumption’s GDP share (5 percentage points over 10 years) without upsetting global economic balances.

In the reform period prior to Xi, everything was sacrificed at the altar of economic growth. In the new era, growth has been walked down from 9.6% in 2011 to an average of 4.7% in the Covid years (2020-2023) as an increasing litany of issues were given precedence. Debt however, soared over this time from 175% of GDP to over 300%. What exactly did all that debt buy?

When Xi assumed leadership of China, he declared that inequality could not be allowed to increase further. Inequality is perhaps the major Kryptonite factor of the American economy which China wasted no time in matching as the economy roared with market reforms.

While still problematic, inequality, as measured by the Gini coefficient, has steadily fallen since 2010 largely as a result of massive investment in urbanization, pushing people into cities and pushing cities up the tiering ladder.[...]

China also poured resources into stamping out last-mile poverty. While most poverty alleviation in China was through economic growth, recalcitrant extremely poverty could only be eradicated by concentrated marshaling of resources, from relocating entire villages to weekly visits by social workers.[...]

Since peaking in 2012, air pollution in Beijing has been cut by over 60%, with Shanghai falling over 50%. China, which used to dominate the list of most polluted cities, now only claims one spot in the top 20. None of this came cheap, from installing scrubbers in smoke stacks to increasing renewables to moving heavy industry to strict emissions regulations for cars.[...]

Before Hu Jintao handed the reins to Xi, Hu warned delegates to the 18th Party Congress in 2012 that “[corruption] could prove fatal to the party… and [cause] the fall of the state.” The popular opinion in the West is that Xi ended China’s highly successful reform era because of an ideological bent. This is off the mark. Xi was brought in to clean house as the wheels were coming off from excesses of the reform era.

Throughout Xi’s decade in office, there has been no letup in his anti-corruption campaign. In 2022, a record 638,000 officials were punished for corruption. While there haven’t been any large scale ideological appeals to the public, it’s a different story within the 98-million-member party.

During this time, free market capitalism and liberal democracies also faced their own existential tests. Success or failure going forward will depend on whether liberal institutions remain intact in the West and whether party discipline can be maintained in China. What the PRC has had since 1949 is a governing party with the political autonomy to play mad scientist. [...]

Of course we live in the real world, not a comic-book world. The question in the real world has always been whether the economy can be engineered by mad scientists from the top down or is it best left to the invisible hand of the market? [...]

The standard economic opinion – against all evidence – is that China was economically stagnant before Deng’s market reforms. The thinking on this for the American economys is undergoing a transformation in egghead land – just how has neoliberal economics benefitted the American people over the past few decades?

In a Q&A exchange at a conference in Malaysia, Eric Li, the barbed-tongued venture capitalist, was asked, “Do you think top-down directives are sustainable in the long run?” To which he replied, “It’s the only thing that’s sustainable.… That’s why America is failing today.” After World War II, Li said, the Americans “lost the ability to do top-down design.”

Dec 2023

#quite the colorful rhetorical device but lots of good data here

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pfhwrittes · 1 month

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look i said something about it in the tags of this post by @391780 but the ONLY way i can see price x laswell being a thing is in any universe is where price and laswell were married before john transitioned.

like john and kate were those married lesbians that made everyone supremely envious of how synchronised they were. neither of them played into the butch-femme thing but if you squinted you could maybe say that kate was the more femme of the two. john would keep his hair short, dress exclusively in masculine clothing, light up at being called “sir” by strangers.

let’s assume they had an active sex life, even if john straight up told kate that he was a stone butch and he didn’t want her to go down on him or fuck him with her clever fingers. it didn’t matter to kate that he didn’t want that, that he would bring himself to orgasm with his own hands after she was left sweaty and panting against the sheets of their shared bed.

but what mattered to kate was when five years into their marriage he sat her down at their kitchen table and told her in his stilted gruff way that he didn’t feel like a woman at all. that he was a man. he was john. it mattered to kate that her heart broke a little because yes, she loved he-him, but she wasn’t straight and didn’t want to be married to man.

through her own lump in her throat she told him that. not quite as bluntly, and with reassurances that she’d support him every step of the way in his transition. she’d move heaven and fucking earth for john just like she vowed on their wedding day.

it’s bittersweet for john. it’s simultaneously the most gut wrenching and gender affirming moment of his life.

but he moves into the spare room. she starts compiling files on reputable surgeons, testosterone hormone therapy, on whether her health insurance or his will cover his transition. they learn to share their home as two separate people, no longer kateandjohn but kate. and john.

kate loves and supports her husband john. she drives him to appointments. she picks him up when he’s discharged after top surgery. she signs endless “change of details” forms on his behalf.

and then three years later, at the same kitchen table where john had told her who he truly was, who he truly needed to be, they sign their divorce papers with minimal fuss and two matching tumblers of his favourite scotch to commiserate celebrate the occasion.

john, for what it is worth, loves and respects his ex-wife. he refuses to entertain any badmouthing. he also shuts down any whispers that he still loves her before they can reach her sharp ears because of course he does, he’ll always love her in a way. he’s thrilled when she tells him that she’s met someone new, that it’s serious. she’s delighted when her new fiancée suggests inviting him to the wedding, even if he does miss it because he’s chasing down a terrorist organisation on her intel, knowing that he’d never decline the invitation but he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to attend.

eventually, they fall into a comfortable routine where john pops over for shared dinners at kate’s and she teases him for surrounding himself with pretty young men in the task force.

so they may not be johnandkate or kateandjohn any more, but they are still kate and john. and heaven help anyone that tries to separate the two of them.

#pfh headcannons #jp #kl #the angsty thoughts got to me and for that i’m sorry #transgender john price #idk i feel like this is just a messy blurb of nonsense #i’m not a laswell and price shipper by any means #just this idea took me by the throat and refused to let go

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invye · 4 months

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I love when (fan)fiction does this thing when a non-magic character first hooks up with a magic character and they kinda expect all this weird kinky magic stuff to happen and they're equal amounts nervous and excited.

And then it just doesn't. Oh sure, there is magic in bed, actual magic, but its the most mundane and unsexy quality of life type of magic ever.

Examples, MCU edition:

Doctor Stephen Strange, world renowned surgeon turned world renowned sorcerer: uses just enough magic to steady his shaking hands so he can feel more confident about touching back.

Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, highest ranking person in the entire magic society: summons any kind of required supplies with the same casual countenance as if it was a sleight of hand card production trick instead of actual magic.

Wanda Maximoff, fearsome Scarlett Witch, master of the most volitile Chaos Magic: uses telekinesis to pick up the pillow that fell to the floor during the initial shuffle to make herself more comfortable.

Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, shapeshifter, alive long enough to have tried everything the Nine Realms have to offer (and some things they don't): only uses his magic to clean up after. Because he's Royalty and cleaning is Beneath Him.

They all know the weird kinky magic stuff is something that has to be properly negotiated first. So non-magic character better be ready for next time---

#feel free to add your own fandoms & ships #i wanna know how this trope manifests in other places #non-magic/magic character #fanfic tropes #magic in bed #never strop dear writers #writing #ships i thought of writing this:#ironstrange #wongstrange #wandavision #lokius #but also all the x reader ships:#doctor strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #loki x reader

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megumri · 1 year

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GOOD GOOD - PART I

ISAGI YOICHI X AFAB READER X ITOSHI RIN

↬ you’re careful to never sleep with your pro-footballer boyfriends at the same time; but, all that changes when rin comes home unexpectedly early…

wc: ~2.1k | genre: porn with tiny plot

cw: established poly relationship; unprotected sex; isagi has a thigh fetish; pussy job; cum play; hickies; biting; edging; fingering (fem receiving); vaginal sex; (super) minor spoilers; please lmk if i missed something

All characters are +21. Minors don’t interact.

notes: my tumblr writing swan song; named after tanerelle’s “good good” more at the end !

series masterlist | part ii

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Balancing Rin and Yoichi is your own subconscious state of flow. The act evokes memories of mind-numbing rainy days huddled in a makeshift fort aglow with buttery lamplight. There you concocted masterpieces to satiate your thirst for entertainment: bottles filled with oil and water. An experiment rooted in patience, observation, and curiosity.

The relationship itself felt often like the construction of your make-shift toy. The process was simple: portioning equal amounts of both liquids with surgeon-like precision, a few squirts of food coloring, and testing ensued.

Rippling waves from gentle cants of your wrist. Furious bubbles with a few pumps of your hand. An explosion of riotous emulsion when dropped to the floor. Perfect stillness from a gentle grip.

It took practice to settle into your roles: Rin, bitterly fluid; Yoichi, bracingly adaptive; and you, resolutely miscible. It wasn’t easy to intervene, passively and occasionally aggressively. You often felt like a small wedge of wood shimmying below their enormously powerful legs to bring everyone back to even ground. Nowadays, equilibrium reigns supreme.

Their time with you is a calculated cycle beginning with their between season homecomings. First Yoichi, sweet and affable; second Rin, scintillating and emphatic. And substitution upon Rin's arrival is seamless. Yoichi slips out for a meandering stroll while a weary, slightly grumpy, Rin presents himself.

It's as if they reached a prior agreement before returning to your side. A deal to ensure minimum intrusion… although, you know better than to believe that. No, more likely you solidified their established habits. Or, likelier still, they wordlessly arrived at the same conclusion, much like their relationship on the field. Forever caught in an undulating dance of unspoken wills. Oil and water indeed.

A muted click sounds like an alarm through the halls. You lick your lips, a flutter of anticipation alights in your stomach. He fills the doorway with a bashful smile, marred only by the wedging of his teeth in one corner of his lower lip. His presence permeates the room like a peaceful sigh, a glimmer of delight amasses in your chest.

In a few short paces, Yoichi greets you with pliant lips.

Feather-light kisses dot your face until they coalesce into the firm honey-sweet press of his mouth against yours. A warm hand grasps the nape of your neck, anchoring you to him. His tongue sneaks between your lips and flicks against yours as he stretches alongside you on the bed. Warmth seeps from his body into yours and like a flower starved for the light of day, you soak it in.

“How was it?” you sneak in as his lips brush down your neck.

“Won ‘em all,” he replies, breath tickling your collarbone. His hand slides into yours, squeezing your fingers. He pulls away revealing his signature sunshine smile you automatically reflect.

“Glad you’re back,” you hum, leg hooking around his waist.

Snuggling closer, his lips tickle their way to your ear. You catch the fresh scent of his shampoo still clinging to the damp tips of hair prickling your cheek.

“Glad to be back,” he hums.

You pull him closer and rub against the bulge in his pants. His hips rock with yours, matching you swell for swell. Arousal springs like a fever throughout your body. Hands mold around the curve of your thighs. Lightly chapped lips graze along your jaw as he careens his head, gaze cementing on his fingers pressing into your bare skin.

"Can I… mind if I put it between them?"

"Do it," you breathe.

A gleam, too quick for diagnosis, shoots across his eyes. He stands, shucking off his pants. Eyes greedily glued to your hands, he watches as you wiggle out of your bottoms.

Scooting down the bed he parts your legs, laying his cheek against the skin of your inner thigh. A heavy exhale skitters straight to your exposed, leaking cunt. He nuzzles his face in the plush muscle.

A scrape of teeth—and scorching open mouth kisses weave down to the inside of your knee. A shiny sheen of spit follows his snail-like descent.

His arms encircle your outer thighs, scooping them into the circle of his embrace. He buries himself in the crevasse of their union. Moans shoot a pitiless hunger through your body. He peeks at you with an ill-concealed drunken desire.

“Can we do that new way I wanted to try?”

“Yeah, yeah let’s do it,” you don’t bother masking the excitement in your voice.

He settles behind you, legs propping up your back, chest warming your legs. Wedging a hand between your thighs, he lifts your legs as if parting a divine sea of flesh, and lays his cock against your slick center. Your breath titters, and you fight the urge to snap your legs shut.

He lowers your leg, crossing one shin over the other, sandwiching his cock. Only his pink tip protrudes from the makeshift cocoon. You pillow an arm under your head and get comfortable.

Lazily, he ruts, adjusting his angle with each movement. The bed begins to creak as he anchors a hand on your lower thigh. Each roll of his hips further saturates his cock. Each glide nurtures the acute ardor simmering in your hips.

He catches on your clit, your muscles twitch. He picks up his pace. Sweat and a faint trace of Isagi's soap taint the air. A curl of white-hot fervor unfurls in your stomach.

"Close, I'm close–" He grits out.

You focus on withholding a smirk. He never lasts long in the beginning; but, it’s not like you have much ground to stand on either.

"Uh, mhm, m–me too.”

Teeth prick the tender skin of your Achilles's heel. A sharp sting shoots tremors from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You curl inward, fighting not to bend at the knees, and pinch your legs around his erection. Your arms gather the sheets to your chest in a clammy embrace as your muscles spasm in release.

His hand descends lighting fast to cup his tip as it spits hot ropes cum. An erotic thrill shoots through your relaxing muscles as you watch it pool in the palm of his hand. Release drips onto the curve of your thigh. He slows his pumping, panting filling the air.

"I want to, can I still—"

“Yeah,” you sigh.

Slipping an arm between your shins, he lathers the inside of your thighs with his seed. It's warm and runny, coating your tacky skin in an egg-white jelly.

His cock twitches from its perch below your cunt as he carves a path of swoops and swirls with his thumbs. The air thickens with the sweet musk of sex. His tongue darts out, licking your calf as if in anticipation of his next meal.

With a gentle push, you flop onto your back and Yoichi settles himself between your thighs. Sucking, licking, slurping—his mouth inhales his self-portrait. Lewd wet pants, absent of shame, cause blistering want to bloom in your center.

Two rogue fingers scoop up a congealing stripe of cum and seamlessly glide it to your clit. His tongue follows. It picks up the residuals, parts sticky slopes of skin, and reveals your dripping cunt.

His fingers stain your throbbing heat: one teases your aching center; another timidly dips inside; a third drags against your clit. They coat you in his seed and voracious weeds spring in its wake. They thicken, tangle, and twine. You squirm. Mouth returning to your leg, he bestows bruising kisses.

Your patience splinters. Fingers fisting in his blue-black locks, you yank his head. A bleary, intoxicated Yoichi greets you.

"Fuck me," you demand.

A wickedly content smile shines through the fluids coating the bottom half of his face. He raises himself from the bed and pulls you onto his lap. His cock, coated in your slick, smears against your hip.

A soft expression at odds with his vicelike grip on your thighs encompasses his face. His eyes grow into twin navy mesmeric marbles reflecting back a deep-seated longing as his face looms over you. Suddenly, you feel small under his gentle scrutiny. You shrink back, nerves preparing for whatever may come next.

“Must’ve missed me quite a lot…” he murmurs, nose tapping your cheekbone.

“Yeah, I missed you,” you petulantly admit.

He hums with delight, pecking the corner of your mouth.

“How much did you miss me?”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you wind a hand between your feverish bodies, you find his cock. Your fingers pitter-patter along his shaft. He shivers.

“Thought about you everyday,” you whisper, “saw all your games.”

You hesitate. His mouth parts as if to draw out your next confession. You drag a finger up to his soft mushroom tip. Brushing your lips against his, you breathe into his mouth.

“Touched myself everytime you scored.”

A wide, devilish smile swallows his saccharine seduction. His mouth slams into yours knocking your teeth. The momentum sends you reeling into the bedsheets.

You scramble for the back of his shirt, clawing your way underneath, hands tingling at the electric hum that emanates from his damp skin. You lift your hips and wrap your legs around his waist. The tip of his cock grazes your pussy.

He draws back, eyes two pinpricks of desire in the center of your tunneling vision. Smearing his leaky tip against you, a prickling heat tickles the back of your neck. You shiver, every fiber of your body screaming with esperance. He leans down, lips hovering over yours. Your breath falters.

Nipping your lower lip, his mouth slothfully slides against yours. Tongue molding, lips dancing—each movement settles like sand in an hourglass. Granules stack, lying in wait until one of you breaks and sends the grains flowing once again.

Grasping your hands, he intertwines your fingers and pins them against the sheets. His nose skims your cheekbone. Your legs loosen around his waist.

Slowly, he guides his cock into your throbbing heat until his pelvis presses against you. Adapting to the intrusion in a gleeful shudder, you squeeze his hands. Bliss sloshes through your body, filling you to the brim until it precariously plateaus at the rim. Leveraging the hold on your hands, he pushes up, lofting himself. The shift in angle drives him a little deeper, creating a delicious friction.

Languidly he rolls his hips, settling into a steady pace. Pleasure drips like a leaky faucet, adding to the cohesion in your brimming cup. He releases one of your hands, and you plant it between his pecs. A light sheen of sweat greets you.

"How does that feel?"

"Perfect," you sigh.

A pleased rumble vibrates against the flat of your palm.

He picks up his pace, each stroke chipping away at your rapidly dwindling composure. Your legs clamp back around his waist. Black devours the indigo of his eyes. Slick fingers rub your clit. Mouth falling open, you overflow, releasing with unbridled euphoria.

He trades precision for speed. His pelvis rams into yours, making your thighs quake from the force of his thrusts. Lifting the hood of your clit, his finger runs tight circular laps. You writhe beneath him, hand fisting against his chest. Wet, skin-slapping squelches fill the room. You groan, toes curling, legs trembling.

He continues to bully your clit, to drive deep inside you until the edges of your vision blur. You spasm around him again, losing any sense of direction, and tumble down into an abyss, gasping and whimpering.

"Y-Yoichi—too much," you splutter.

Engaging your core, you hook your arm around his neck. You try to anchor yourself to ride it out with him. An ache blooms in your hips.

His hips jolt. Tossing back his head, he exposes the pale length of his throat as he releases deep inside you. Groaning, he hangs his head. Intermittent thrusts ease you both into a disjointed gasping heap. Listless blinks cloud your misty eyes. You deflate into the mattress, body buzzing.

Yoichi bows into your hold. The room quiets—save the faint pounding of your slowing heartbeat. Puffs of air ease into deeper, longer exhales. You pulse your arms around him and he pulls back to give you a shy, sweet smile. You return it with a fatigue-ridden one of your own.

"Tapped out already?"

Rin's flat baritone, off-key and unsettling, punctures the membrane of your haze like an egg splattering on the ground.

You start, cunt involuntarily constricting at the sound of Rin's voice as you twist. He slouches against the doorframe, hands tucked carelessly in the pockets of his shorts.

"Didn’t expect anything less from a second rate striker."

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a/n: hellloooo welcome to the first installment ~ these two are my unhinged favs and there is absolute filth coming, reblogs/ comments appreciated :)

disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters or people mentioned in this piece & all characters are +21 plus regardless of published canon

please do not copy, translate, nor repost this work nor other work belonging to @megumri

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#itoshi rin #rin itoshi #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin smut #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi yoichi smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #if you interacted with the series masterlist post and didnt get tagged its cause you were a blank blog #and/or i couldnt tell how old you were !!#no hard feelings !!

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doctorofmagic · 2 months

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Doctor Strange's disability: a (much needed) chronological review

In view of recent ableism and drama on the other social hellsite involving Doctor Strange's disability, here's my response, based on *CANON* material. (link to the thread on said hellsite here)

Stephen disability is established since 1963, back in Strange Tales #115. The story is focused on a flashback which portrays his journey from the decay of his medical career because of a car accident to his path towards the mystic arts.

Note that, in this very same issue, the Ancient One never says he would heal Stephen's *hands*, but perhaps Stephen would find the cure within. In other words, Stephen was supposed to heal his heart and soul from arrogance and egoism through magic, not a physical cure.

Also note that there are limitations within every aspect of comic books' universes. In this case, we're talking about magic. Magic is not a miracle thing. It demands training and, most recently as established by v4, a cost (Doctor Strange v4 #4).

Another clue that "magic can heal anything because it's fantasy" is not a valid argument within Marvel's magic world, as seen in The Oath. Stephen had access to the Otkid's Elixir, which could heal any disease, but the formula was lost in order to save Wong's life.

One last example comes from Spider-Man Family #5 (2007), featuring Morbius and Spidey. It establishes that healing demands the exact same price when it comes to magic.

Long story short, it's clear that the magic side of Marvel does not offer a solution to diseases through magical miracles. So this argument is totally invalid ~within~ this established universe.

Now back to Doctor Strange... No, he isn't using magic to heal his hands unlike some misleading accounts are claiming. In fact, there are several panels which show that he's actually in constant pain. Here's some examples:

- Doctor Strange - Sorcerer Supreme #48 (1992).

- Captain Marvel v10 #6 (2019)

- Doctor Strange v4 #1 (2015)

He also struggles to hold a pen and write, relying on magic to do so, as seen in the Book of the Vishanti.

Then comes the stupid argument I saw.

"Oh, but Google says his hands are healed!" is not a gotcha moment you think it is. We had FOUR MAIN BOOKS after that (Surgeon Supreme, DODS, Strange v3 and current v6). Allow me to clarify the details in chronological order.

Stephen indeed made a "magic" gamble and healed his hands. That much is correct. But it's not all (panels from Doctor Strange v5 #19 - 2019).

Waid continued this storyline in a new book called Dr. Strange (Surgeon Supreme), which would portray Stephen's duality as the Sorcerer Supreme and a brilliant surgeon. Except the book was cancelled at issue #6 (2020), leaving the character in a kind of limbo. Now enter MacKay.

MacKay kept a little bit of the former storyline as seen in Death of the Doctor Strange #1 (2021). On top of that, his hands appeared healed. However, that lasted only until Kaecilius murdered Stephen and stole his hands.

Stephen's temporal duplicate used a regenerative spell to bring original Stephen back through Kaecilius' body and the stolen hands. In here, we can see that his hands are scarred just like after the car accident (DODS #5 - 2022). OG Stephen died a second time with scars as well.

Stephen is indeed seen writing in v6 but it's not clear if he's using magic or not. Besides, he's not working as a surgeon anymore. Moreover, MacKay considers Stephen disabled as seen in this recent issue of v6 (#7 - 2023): "My own connection to the aether, the magic of the world, the power of the Vishanti, the power of the Sorcerer Supreme... Gone. Without all of that? I am just an old man with useless hands and a blade in his stomach."

In conclusion,

As of CURRENT DOCTOR STRANGE RUN by Jed MacKay and Pasqual Ferry, in the year of our lord Vishanti, 2024, Stephen Strange is a disabled character and no magic or ableism will erase that. Thank you very much.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #tw: ableism #marvel comics #character analysis #meta

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What do you think of the trio's post-canon careers? Because recently, something that has really captured my imagination has been the idea of healer Ron.

The profession, of course, most often crops up in Dramione fic where Hermione has taken up at St. Mungo's (laughable-- this is a girl who needed Harry to unstopper the dittany because her hands were shaking so bad, and frankly, I shudder to think of her bedside manner) but it is predictably absent when veering off the canon course with Ron. This is such a shame because his willow wand is outright good for healing magic (and it is a fairly uncommon combination that he has! The only other person with a willow and unicorn wand, fascinatingly enough, is Lily Potter.)

Ron is also the only person who's canonically interested in healing as a profession (he's immersed in the leaflet for it at breakfast.) He remembers the spattergroit incident from OOTP and then uses it as a cover story in DH. In Half-blood Prince, he takes the exact same classes Harry does, which means he has the grades required to go into auror training, yes, but they are coincidentally the same requirements a student needs to meet in order to apply to be a healer. (On that note: Ron and Harry were clearly high academic achievers and the fanon assertion otherwise needs to be beat back with hammers.)

But the reason why I think healer ron would've been a cracker of a route to go down is just how refreshing it would've been. The Girl of the team, the gang, the trio, being the Healer and Caretaker is such a TRITE trope at this point. DADA Professor Harry is a classic, but this is my case for Healer Ron deserving to be up there. Send his ass back to Hogwarts again if you have to (Hermione will definitely be pleased). Have him intern with Madam Pomfrey for a year and then grumble behind Neville while he takes notes on medicinal herbs. Healer Weasley, who's a big hit in the paediatrics ward because he makes the kids laugh. Who flirts with the oldies and plays chess with the curmudgeons. Who just cares, more than anything, and will bring you a cup of tea no matter the hour, no questions asked. I really do think he's got the disposition for it. What do you reckon?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i am immediately compelled by the concept of ron-versus-wizarding-medicine. because, certainly, i never see him as someone who stays in the auror office long-term - i think it makes sense for him immediately post-war, especially when he will undoubtedly just want to keep busy and hunt down baddies as a reaction to fred's death, but i think he only stays in the role after this initial burst of vengeance until he feels comfortably leaving harry in a high-risk situation on his own.

because, of course, ron's vibe with everything he touches in canon is influenced by the fact that he's someone predisposed to being caring [right down, as you say, to his wand]. the bit in prisoner of azkaban when he offers to make a cup of tea while hagrid's in hysterics about buckbeak's death sentence is something i find genuinely lovely, for example, and i do think - as you note - that there's something really striking about ron occupying that caring role within the trio which a fanon deviation to trite gender dynamics in which men are stupid and women are nurturing undermines in a supremely tedious way.

i'm not sure, though, that i would back ron in any specialism of healing that could be classed as emergency medicine - he has the vibe of, and i mean this with great affection, the sort of surgeon who habitually leaves sponges behind in patients - but i would back him in specialisms which need to be a bit more holistic or slower in pace. his chess skills - and his good intuition - suggest to me that he'd be a pretty effective diagnostician, and i obviously think he'd have a great bedside manner.

healer ron, then, is going to be at his best, absolutely, in something like paediatrics, which means that i'm going to take your suggestion about him interning with madam pomfrey and run with it to say that ron as hogwarts matron [or whatever the non-gendered version of that term would be] is his ideal career.

think about it! the work's varied and sometimes complicated, but it's not too high-pressure because really serious cases will be sent to st mungo's. the work will frequently relate to things that ron is interested in, like quidditch. and the work will frequently require ron's key talent - being sound - to shine. this is a man who would do an excellent job, i think, of handling mishaps caused by teenagers trying to hex their own acne off, or offering tea and sympathy to the homesick or the recently dumped. i think he'd do a great sex-ed presentation, would manage to charm honeydukes into giving the school its medicinal chocolate at a huge discount, and would be considered a huge legend by the student body for always being willing to certify to the teachers that someone who used a puking pastille to get out of class was actually sick.

as for the other two, i much prefer hermione as a barrister than as a civil-servant - not just because of her temperament but because i think the change she wants to bring to wizarding society is going to be won primarily by her slapping on a wig and gown and being condescending to witnesses.

as for harry, i like to stick to him as an auror. while i have some exceptions, i'm actually really not fond at all of professor potter as a trope - and, even more controversially, i really don't like the concept of professor riddle - largely because teaching is far too sedate for someone who runs on adrenaline as much as harry does.

and - i must be honest - i think the idea of harry as a teacher [or a healer or a quidditch player] often hangs on people feeling uncomfortable with the idea of him as, to all intents and purposes, a police officer. but i quite like taking that in the opposite direction, and playing with harry's canonically black-and-white morality and capacity for self-righteousness to have him - while not a corrupt or sadistic auror - a complacent one. i like the idea of him as someone who thinks that he always applies the law justly and so the law is therefore just, and so on - and the fact that this would allow him to overlook his own childhood lawbreaking is part of that...

#asks answered #asenora meta #golden trio #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #ron would be beloved by all nurses and that tells you all you need to know

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