Bootybatch? I think yes.
As someone who wants to study the human consciousness I found this very interesting.
Scott Routley was a “vegetable”. A car accident seriously injured both sides of his brain, and for 12 years, he was completely unresponsive.
Unable to speak or track people with his eyes, it seemed that Routley was unaware of his surroundings, and doctors assumed he was lost in limbo. They were wrong.
In 2012, Professor Adrian Owen decided to run tests on comatose patients like Scott Routley. Curious if some “vegetables” were actually conscious, Owen put Routley in an fMRI and told him to imagine walking through his home. Suddenly, the brain scan showed activity. Routley not only heard Owen, he was responding.
Next, the two worked out a code. Owen asked a series of “yes or no” questions, and if the answer was “yes,” Routley thought about walking around his house. If the answer was “no,” Routley thought about playing tennis.
These different actions showed activity different parts of the brain. Owen started off with easy questions like, “Is the sky blue?” However, they changed medical science when Owen asked, “Are you in pain?” and Routley answered, “No.” It was the first time a comatose patient with serious brain damage had let doctors know about his condition.
While Scott Routley is still trapped in his body, he finally has a way to reach out to the people around him. This finding has huge implications.
HOLY STEAMING SHITFUCKS
WHY IS EVERYONE NOT LOSING THEIR SHIT ABOUT THIS
What a fucking nightmare, just kill me.
I know a girl who was hit by a drunk driver and in that state for a year. When she woke up the first thing she did was tell off the doctor who tried to convince her mom to pull the plug. She heard *everything* while being called brain dead.
OH MY FUCK
Matt Smith behind the scenes of the Radio Times photoshoot.
oh, look he is regenerating in the second one……
I always read FAQ as fack and I don’t plan on changing this
Imagine your icon as a lingerie model
Where Chekov is a cutie barista and Khan is a super hipster guy
Although Khan lives pretty far away from the coffee shop he visits there after his work to see Chekov making coffee taking Khan’s orders with a cute Russian accent uwu
And although Khan looks like a buff super smooth ladies man he’s actually super nervous and just stutters every time he orders something like a fucking dork he is
One day after Chekov’s shift is over Khan is like “fuck it, I’m doing it” and asks for Chekov’s number and both of them flabbergasted and blushing like nerds (◡‿◡✿)
Word of warning - it’s short and has a really weak ending but… eh. I’m lazy. It was surprisingly hard to incorporate these words into a drabble, ergo I was more focused in doing so rather than focusing on the detail within it as a whole. Sorry. ^^”
It hadn’t been long after Khan was released on probation that he and Ensign Pavel Chekov had come clean about their relationship together. Even throughout his days locked up in the cell, the teenager had been sneaking visits to the criminal, staying up late to speak through the glass. The security guard had been sceptical, alas all it took was for Pavel to mention their Captain’s name to make him shut up.
Of course, their relationship was looked down on by most of the crew, and though Pavel understood, he just did not seem to understand why. In all honesty, he understood why Khan had gone through all those measures, why he had risked the lives of thousands to get his own crew back. Unfortunately, others did not.
The Augment knew exactly what he had seen in the clever little Ensign - curly, golden hair, bright emerald eyes, youth, a glow of optimism that even the darkest of days could never overpower, and understanding. As soon as Khan and the boy had began to talk, the super-human had found a strange sense of comfort within the navigators words - he had been confronted with allegations of mindless murder, all of which Pavel seemed to over look. And for that, Khan was grateful.
The pair cared for each other, and it was that care that got them through the watchful eyes of the Enterprise. A certain time had come when they simply came to the conclusion they didn’t care; a time where they mutually decided they would not let the concerned remarks or the hateful words rust their love for each other.