Strip Search

all jokes aside though bts worked really hard to get to where they are today they weren’t just some ‘viral sensation’ that gained fame overnight they don’t owe their popularity purely to youtube (or any website for that matter) they worked their asses off day and night and gave up a lot to do so so the fact that that woman had the audacity to say anything of the sort is just plain rude and frankly very disrespectful 

anonymous asked:

Do any any of the mods/consultants have experience with psychiatric hospitalizations?

I do! I’ve been hospitalized twice, each time for about a week. I’ll explain my experiences below, but please be aware that this is just one person’s experiences and that there is a wide range of experiences with hospitalization. 

When I was 17, the hallucinations I had been experiencing for two years got significantly worse. A friend of mine had committed suicide and I started seeing him walking around school. I was also seeing a dark figure following me at all times. He was always behind me and though he never spoke, I knew he wanted to do me harm. Finally, it got to the point where I could no longer handle things, so my parents, psychiatrist, and I decided that it would be best for me to spend some time in the hospital so that they could do rapid medication management. 

When I got to the hospital, my parents and I were brought into an office where we were interviewed about what had been going on. All of my belongings were searched and anything deemed a potential weapon was confiscated to be taken home by my parents. When I got to the ward, I was strip searched and drug tested. It was very degrading and invasive. 

Once I was officially on the ward, I was given a tour and had all the rules explained to me such as no physical contact with other patients and that we had to sign out writing instruments and plastic utensils. 

The next day, I began the routine with everyone else. We had specific times for exercise, art, school, group therapy, individual therapy, controlled free time, quiet time, and meals. As an autistic person (though I didn’t know it at the time), the routine was very comforting for me. I really liked having a lot of structure and knowing what was going to happen when. 

One of the more difficult parts of being in there for me was when other patients had breakdowns. There were several instances of people screaming and flailing who were forcibly restrained by the staff and taken to the “quiet room” which was a room with nothing in it and no handle on the inside of the door so you were stuck there until someone let you out. 

After a few days, I was allowed to go on outings with my family to see how I could do in the outside world. Each time I came back, I was strip searched and drug tested again which was, as always, mortifying and invasive. I really hated the strip searches. 

My second round at the psych ward was very similar. I had been intensely hallucinating (I was being followed by ninjas who I watched slit my then-boyfriends throat) and it was decided that it would be best for me to go back to the hospital. However, this time I was taken to the ER and then taken by ambulance to the psych ward. The ambulance ride was alright, though it kind of sucked being strapped down for the ride. 

I was very lucky. I was in a private hospital in New Hampshire that overall treated its patients well. Aside from the strip searches, we were generally treated pretty well. However, this is not the case for many psychiatric hospitals. Many patients are horrifically abused and dehumanized while in psych wards, particularly in state run hospitals. If you are considering hospitalization for yourself, find out what your options are and try to find reviews of the hospitals you could potentially go to. 

My experience in the psych hospital was overall a good thing for me. Depending on the hospital, hospitalization can be very beneficial. However, it is a very personal decision and the benefits of hospitalization will vary based on the hospital. 

If you have any more specific questions about hospitalization, feel free to send them in. I am willing to answer any and all questions about my time in the psych hospital. 


The Great Flamingo Uprising

(Edited after additional information was obtained from zookeeping cousin)

I told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.

In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place.  They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm.  She preferred them to chickens.  At some point in time they also acquired a pair of white swans (“hellbirds”) and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area.  Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own. 

Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there are but the one by the picnic area is the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long.  Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets.  I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate. 

Like this.^  And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food.  The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and had long since ceased to migrate anyway.  They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change.  Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with a bird as big as you are fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face.  It’s deeply traumatizing to you and incredibly hilarious to your parents.


The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets.  The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine.  Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it.  Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it.  The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively.  Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.

1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened.
2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks)
3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en masse.
4.) Chaos ensued.  The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 
5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair.  Or cheer them on, whichever.
7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by geese is to shit explosively all over everything.
8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise.
9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats.
10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled by the flamingo pond due to battling birds.  The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram.  Adults were doing the duck and cover.  Small children were screaming, adding to the noise.  People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos.
11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food.
12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond.  Cue slow-motion.
13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 
14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield, trumpeting battle-cries, to dispense feathered justice.  The staff promptly dropped their brooms and fled.
15.) Birds scattered in all directions.  Up, down, sideways.  Some people not present in the park circle swear a couple of geese flat out teleported into the petting zoo. A few ducks vanished in the chaos, presumably eaten by the swans.
16.) Two of the zookeepers barricaded themselves in the snack bar and refused to come out. 
17.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes.  Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird.  One staff member had been knocked to the ground and was left with a melon sized bruise courtesy of one of the hellbirds.  Several children were traumatized, probably for life.  The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos. 

The geese went back to being giant douchebags. Because geese*.

Addendum:  Somehow, my aunt D got hold of this story and posted a link along with the comment: “This sounds exactly like our zoo!” 
Zookeeping cousin replied: “This was exactly our zoo.”

*I’m really not kidding.  This is a photo, taken at our zoo, of a gorilla being chased by one of the thug geese.

  • mage with a paper cut: oh my bad
  • meredith: clearly you are a blood mage and you should be made tranquil, in fact let's strip search the entire Circle just in case
  • emeric: I found a bag of human bones and like a severed hand and also people were attacked by actual demons and abominations
  • meredith: it's probably nothing stop bothering me
Warsan Shire, “Home”

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here

My players and I get side tracked during apocalypse world. Very side tracked. Two of my players were going through customs to a city that doesn’t permit violence or weapons of any kind, and there’s a mandatory strip search before entering the community. That being said, the 6 of us were gabbing about Steve and Irwin (the custom officers, I didn’t realize the names until after the conversation was hijacked) and we got VERY off topic.

Usually to get me specifically on track, you need to summarize the most recent few events so I can remember what in god’s name we were doing.

Our Skinner, trying to get back on track: “okay anyways! 2 big dudes, couple fingers in side of me, one VERY sharp, and I don’t have anything up my ass. What’s next?”

None of us remembered what the context was and erupted in laughter, further derailing the focus of the party and myself.


*Context* I (Dwarf monk) have just been thrown in jail because the soldiers thought I was trying to hurt their king after a series of botched diplomacy rolls.

Me: I try to pick the lock

DM: You think they left you with any items? They strip searched you man

Me: Fine. So they took my brewing barrel?

DM: Yeah man

Me: I fake a massive hangover and try to get the guard over to my cell

DM: Roll performance

Me:*Rolls* 4

DM: You have been muttering your plan to yourself, the guard doesn’t give a shit

Me (IC): GUARD! Come over here! My bucket is full, I need a new one!

DM: You have just insulted their king, they are not giving a shit about your sanitation or your comfort

Me: Won’t give a shit huh? Fine I’ll give him one then, I throw my shit bucket

DM: He calls a group of guards in and they drag you off to waterboard you

Ranger (OOC): Bet they use the same bucket

DM: Actually

Me: Nonononononnononononono


Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Genre: Smut / Pirate!AU

Prompt: “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 1,745

Originally posted by baehkkyun

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