NGL, I Would 100% Wear A Ladies Version Of This Sadly I Am Too Curvy For The Original

Can you imagine the committee meeting? Bureaucrat 1: "But what evidence is there that this is necessary?" Bureaucrat 2: *Pulls up picture of the enterprise* *Pulls up picture of James T. Kirk.* *Gestures frantically between them* Rest of the Crowd: *Sighs, nodding, one man from the PR department puts his head in his hands and starts sobbing* The decision would be unanimous...just as soon as Captain Kirk finally retires. Every time they tried before that he talked them around somehow, no one could figure out how.

one of the funniest things you can realize about star trek when you think about it is that at SOME point between Kirk's captaincy and Picard's, the federation regulations changed so that captains were no longer able to generally go on away missions unless it was absolutely necessary. this regulation clearly doesn't appear until the 24th century, which leads to a logical conclusion that Kirk was such a hazard with the enterprise by leaving it on damn near every away mission that they had to CHANGE THE REGULATION

Either yes, because extinct deer cannot punch, or DEER GOD NO because that ton-and-a-half terror-elk somehow learned fist fighting

your icon punches you in the face do you survive

A master class in Menace. It's so light and lovely, but we KNOW...

After several train changes, Moriarty chasing them on his own personal train (??) and a boat ride, they arrive in Brussels to news:

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 3 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - bits from the next part of the chapter - the canonical moment where Holmes accidentally refers to Baker Street as "our rooms" and then corrects himself will haunt me forever.

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

"an explanation, but never an excuse," as my mother would say.

Since the OP made their post unrebloggable (and blocked me. Both actions they are well in with their right to do)

I'm going to make my response it's own post because I think the point is important

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As someone who is autistic and has BPD and CPTSD and loads of trauma yes you sometimes need to change how you interact with others to keep people around

When I was 13 I hit the few friends I had when I was angry

I had to change that in order to keep those friendships

When I was in my early 20s if I was losing an disagreement with my husband I would threaten to kill myself. My husband told me it hurt him and was cruel and manipulative behaviour, because it was.

So I worked hard to change that to keep my relationship

It's easy to say "I shouldn't have to change for others" and that's true to an extent. You shouldn't change your interests or passions or dim your light. And you should have space to be imperfect and flawed and not have to pretend your ugly bits aren't real. But if something you are doing it causing other people harm you kinda need to change that.

That's called "living in a society"

People adapt to each other and make space for each other in their lives. You adapt to them and they adapt to you

You start being more diligent about throwing away the empty toilet roll because it really bothers them. They start warning you before they run the blender because you hate loud noises

I stopped threatening to kill myself because I was mad I was losing an argument and my husband stopped being so vocally judgemental amount media he personally dislikes

There is a certain type of person who heard the phrase "your emotions are valid" and took that to mean "my emotional reactions and my behaviour are always objectively correct because my emotions are valid and if you have an emotional response or react to what I'm doing negatively then you are wrong and you can't be hurt because my emotions are valid"

And that's a recipe for disaster

Your emotions are valid to feel. They are how you feel and there are reasons you feel the way you do

However, your reactions and behaviour are something you can learn to control and can be irrational

We live in a society and we as people change each other as we interact and that isn't necessarily a bad thing

People forget that you can light a bonfire with a candle; that's what this felt like to me.

on endlings, and despair

Hey, y'all. It's...been a rough couple of weeks. So, I thought--better to light a single candle, right?

If you're familiar with wildlife conservation success stories, then you're likely also familiar with their exact polar opposite. The Northern White Rhino. Conservation's poster child for despair. Our greatest and most high-profile utter failure. We slaughtered them for wealth and status, and applied the brakes too slow. Changed course too late.

We poured everything we had into trying to save them, and we failed.

We lost them. They died. The last surviving male was named Sudan. He died in 2018, elderly and sick. His genetic material is preserved, along with frozen semen from other long-dead males, but only as an exercise in futility. Only two females survive--a mother and daughter, Najin and Fatu.

Both of them are infertile. They still live; but the Northern White Rhinoceros is extinct. Gone forever.

In 2023, an experimental procedure was attempted, a hail-mary desperation play to extract healthy eggs from the surviving females.

It worked.

The extracted eggs were flown to a genetics lab, and artificially fertilized using the sperm of lost Northern males. The frozen semen that we kept, all this time, even after we knew that the only living females were incapable of becoming pregnant.

It worked.

Thirty northern white rhino embryos were created and cryogenically preserved, but with no ability to do anything with them, it was a thin hope at best. In 2024, for the first time, an extremely experimental IVF treatment was attempted on a SOUTHERN white rhino--a related subspecies.

It worked.

The embryo transplanted as part of the experiment had no northern blood--but the pregnancy took. The surgery was safe for the mother. The fetus was healthy. The procedure is viable. Surrogate Southern candidates have already been identified to carry the Northern embryos. Rhinoceros pregnancies are sixteen months long, and the implantation hasn't happened yet. It will take time, before we know. Despair is fast and loud. Hope is slower, softer. Stronger, in the end.

The first round may not take. We'll learn from it. It's what we do. We'll try again. Do better, the next time. Fail again, maybe. Learn more. Try harder.

This will not save the species. Not overnight. The numbers will be very low, with no genetic diversity to speak of. It's a holding action, nothing more.

Nothing less.

One generation won't save a species. But even a single calf will buy us time. Not quite gone, not yet. One more generation. One more endling. One more chance. And if we seize it, we might just get another after that. We're getting damn good at gene editing. At stem-cell research. In the length of a single rhino lifetime, we'll get even better.

For decades, we have been in a holding action with no hope in sight. Researchers, geneticists, environmentalists, wildlife rehabbers. Dedicated and heroic Kenyan rangers have kept the last surviving NWRs under 24/7 armed guard, line-of-sight, eyes-on, never resting, never relaxing their guard. Knowing, all the while, that their vigilance was for nothing. Would save nothing. This is a dead species--an elderly male, two females so closely related that their offspring couldn't interbreed even if they could produce any--and they can't.

Northern white rhino conservation was the most devastatingly hopeless cause in the world.

Two years from now, that dead species may welcome a whole new generation.

It's a holding action, just a holding action, but not "just". There is a monument, at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy, where the last white rhinos have lived and will die. It was created at the point where we knew--not believed, knew--that the species was past all hope. It memorializes, by name there were so few, the last of the northern white rhinos. Most of the markers have brief descriptions--where the endling rhino lived, how it was rescued, how it died.

One marker bears only these words: SUDAN | Last male Northern White Rhino.

If even a single surrogate someday bears a son, we have erased the writing on that plaque forever.

All we can manage is a holding action? Then we hold. We hold hard and fast and long, use our fingernails if we have to. But hold. Even and perhaps especially when we are past all hope.

We never know what miracle we might be buying time for.

in some ways, it can improve the experience. Like, 'this is an amateur author, but I know what they're going for' so it's a great read, you know?

I think one of the weirdest side effects of being a writer is that while I'm reading, I'll just start subconsciously editing the book. Like, if a sentence sounds odd or off to me, I'll fix it in my head and continue reading as if that were how it was written.

Does anybody else do this?

Always remember, kids, Spiders are ambush predators!

Yea, wonderful tactics guys. You sealed yourself in a dark cave with a man who doesn't need to see and can stick to any solid surface. Amazing Spiderman 14

Some crossovers make you think 'huh, I guess that could work.' Then some deliver a beautiful glimpse into a world that never was.

It's probably been done before, but the urge to crossover my two favorite 60s shows won today

Illya's a bit grumpy rn, but no worries he'll come around once he learns the future is a communist utopia <3

Yapping vvv

Anyway, what *is* up with 60s us shows and having two male leads, one slutty bisexual american, the other a highly competent foreigner and repressed homosexual who doesn't show much emotions, having a string of romances with a different woman every episode that was intended to show how the slutty one was a womanizer and the epitome of heterosexuality, but ended up highlighting how the only deep and meaningful relationship in his life is his *friendship* to the second male lead ? Wild

Anyway you're a gay one mister Solo, dig it in there mister Spock, there is something about 60s implied queerness that compels me so much <3

Also we *kinda* got this crossover already with uncle's S1E9 and the first Nimoy and Shatner on screen appearance- too bad that was long before star trek

PS : this is barely disguised the man from UNCLE propaganda gkkfkf

It's rather telling that while I would guess you're referring to Torch's latest (and strangest) alien paramour, he's got enough weird stuff in his backstory that I can't be entirely sure.

Now Doris, I'm sure Johnny must be THE most frustraiting boyfriend in the universe But you must know that that's not a promise he can morally keep in all circumstances Amazing Spiderman 21