first images from the day of the doctor

mirror.co.uk
Nurses and doctors ran from local hospital to save lives in London terror attack
Many Brits are saying emergency services have made them most proud of their country today
By Nicola Oakley


I don’t ordinarily share tablodi articles, but I felt it important to share this one. More than ever, today I’ve been reminded of that Mr. Rogers Quote:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”    
And today we were reminded again of the helpers. I saw a clip in which a police officer called to transfixed passers-by, urging them to run to safety, making sure they got out of the way of danger. I saw the clips of passers by, doctors and nurses from Tommie’s run to the aid of the people who’d been injured. Pictures of politicians giving first aid to victims. 

But also, because, out of all the tragedy and chaos, this image summarises all that is great about the NHS.  A Ward Sister has evidently run out, blankets in tow, ready to distribute them amongst the victims. I don’t know who she and her colleagues are, but I recognise their resilience and their initiative because I see it every day in my amazing nurse colleagues. Despite the pain, I smiled when I saw this image, because of course a Sister would make order out of chaos and sort things out.

Rather than sharing images of the victims at their most bulnerable, I wanted to share an image of some of the formidable people who ran in when every fibre of your being is telling you to run away.

I’m proud to work amongst such people. And though I wish that we didn’t face such difficulties with the NHS, or face attacks like today, there’s nobody else I’d rather be stuck in this situation with than people like them.


Anti theory time

This post is going to be a longer one but with different sections to break it up a bit, per loose theory bits and I’ll try and keep it organized. Includes images woo! Gifs and images are compiled by me (first tries at video gifs yay). But without further ado!

1. At PAX Anti sported two, very deliberately, neck stab wounds. Maybe from one jab, maybe two. (That they are stab wounds is sortof confirmed by a post from @wubkins that Jack liked). And the placement is rather suspicious, its right where the vocal cords are.

Why the vocal cords? Most likely to shut Jack up and to not get interrupted during his little message to us (but Jack did try though with a very broken ‘Help me’). And Anti probably doesn’t need vocal cords anyway since he is most likely some kind of spirit/ghost/entity capable of 'out of body’ speech.

2. What kind of being could he be? The Tulpa has been going around as a theory and Jack himself has said that it’s fairly accurate (answered in an ask). A section of the Wikipedia page about it gives this bit:

'Playing the part of a real being’ is the part that creeps me out the most. Anti pretending to be Jack, slowly taking over the channel. People find it difficult to distinguish between them.

But despite Anti being the chameleon that he is, he is not flawless in his doings. He gets impatient very quickly, is often very rude and more aggressive than Jack. Absolutely loves violence. Going as far as wanting to chop off fingers for fun (EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5).

Full Wikipedia Tulpa link here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa It’s quite the interesting read. Heck, I could fill another whole paragraph about this stuff haha.

But where did Anti come from? Another part of the Wikipedia page says that Tulpa’s are generated by a powerful concentration of thought. Who’s thoughts in the case of Anti? The community? It might have started when the community started drawing/imagining/writing about a counterpart to Jack, his anti version. That was most likely the start of the inevitable snowball that accelerated during the October of 2016 and on Halloween itself Anti 'solidified’, was powerful enough, thanks to the attention the community gave him, to take over. “You could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened”.

He then proceeds to brag about Jack being gone forever but that might not be the case. Anti has taken over Jacks body but Jack is still around, in the background, crying out for help. Or in the case of the intro of EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5, shouting stuff to Anti about what not to do. Two 'souls’ in one body kind of thing.

3. Glitchverse and dimension breaking. What exactly are the glitches that Anti is doing? Just video glitches or something more.

Anti does like his 'green’ dimension a lot, as well as fades/cuts to black. During these bits the viewer can’t see what is happening. During these blackouts the switch between Jack and Anti seems to happen a lot. Also during the blackout of the Detention episode the character went through a door with doors usually being the symbol for gateways. Might be a far stretch with the blackouts but it has happened quite a few times. Down below are gifs of the several blackouts, in chronological order of appearance.

4. Anti’s message at PAX. Ohboy. This was just brilliant. I attended the livestream and when Jack mentioned the participation thing, I too grabbed my phone to start recording but then Anti said hi. After finishing recording and getting hyped from that and watching the panel itself I did not think much of it at first. But the day after I realized something, why did Anti wanted that we record him…? Now I don’t know if there are any Whovians around but my mind immediately strayed to the Doctor Who episodes of the The Time of Angels, where a recording of a Weeping Angel came to life. Quoting the Doctor: 'That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel’.

And if that’s the case with Anti, well, he’s probably just be grinning his ass off of the fact that we just multiplied him everywhere. And are we going to delete that footage? Not likely. It was too much hype. But watch your back. '͞I͝'͝m ̛not ̕going ̀a͘nywher̡é,́ I̧'́m̨ a̶l͡wa͏y͜s t͜hére, ͏a͘l̶w͟ays̛ ̧wàt͝c͟h͞i̸ng̀'͘.

5. The glitch video montage.

Gif is at 50% percent of original speed, my brain is molten from seeing it at full speed too many times haha. @amycampbell00 did an amazing job at splicing the segment down, frame by frame, game by game over here.

It’s quite odd to think that Clustertruck, Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and Happy Wheels are in this compilation since it’s before the Halloween event but if Anti has been lurking around for some time then these series are perfect. Why? Clustertruck is a high energy game and Jack has mentioned that he gets all pumped up from it. Anti could sneakishly drain this energy from him, tiny piece by piece since he probably wouldn’t miss it anyway.

Why TABS and Happy Wheels? Well… Death, violence and gore. Again, Anti getting energy from this.

And what if the other games in the montage are the series that Anti has played/is playing. The Japan World Cup is probably one of the distraction ones, just like the Pipe Job one with a sneaky Anti at the end.

The Portal Collab and Don’t Starve ones have gotten me a tiny bit worried about Jacks friends. If they can’t tell the difference then, yikes, doomed.

Also, I’m still trying to figure out the message of the montage. The different audio segments. My feeble guess at what he says?

'Ha, ha, ha. Jack is dead, bitch. Now I’m terrified.’

First part makes kind of sense, second part, not so much. I’ve listened to the segment a heap load of times now but I’m not getting much wiser haha.

And these are my Anti theory bits for now. To anyone reading this, thank you. Also, have a cookie!

Feel free to share your thoughts about things. It’s a lot of fun going through all the theories that people have come up with so far and it gets me all excited. Good for story inspiration stuff too.


-eve

Unfaithful : Part Nineteen

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

Taglist:
@lbonnell123
@yellatthetopofyourlungs

@i-am-negan-trash

@warriorqueen1991

@ryangoslingstanktop

@monicapernas

@negans-network

@negan–is–god

@memphisgirl1977

@frozenhuntress67

@jmackie1983

@ali-pennell @myheart4ever47

@pinkykayley

@ladyhawk4133

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Warnings : language - angst - mention of abortion -

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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You felt the air was sucked out of the room, you thought you’re gonna have a heart attack as your chest heaved in a quick rythme , you stared closely at the pregnancy test stick, it was the fourth one on a row , Lucille brought you other sticks when you chose to be in denial, you couldn’t believe the stick or your eyes.
Lucille peeked from behind your shoulder and cocked her brows as she glimpsed down at the positive sign.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry i'm shit at figuring out the dsm manual but curious if someon restricts heavily all day and then binges at night but purges it, everyday. Would that classify as bulimia or anorexia binge purge type? It's so difficult for me to understand the difference...

First and foremost, I am not a medical professional so my interpretation of the DSM diagnoses may differ greatly from an official diagnosis given by a doctor.

With that said, in order to fit the AN-BP diagnosis, you should fit all criteria presented (significantly low weight, fear of gaining weight, and body image issues).

Restricting type, in short, is restricting your food intake or engaging in behaviors that lead to weight loss.

Binge/purge type means the person’s main behavior is restricting, although experiences recurrent episodes of bingeing and purging.

The official BN diagnosis primarily deals with bingeing and purging and does not include episodes of restriction unless said restriction is used as a compensatory behavior in order to prevent side-effects of bingeing (like weight gain).

So with that said, one would have to ask the person dealing with these behaviors which behavior they feel is the one “leading the pack”. Is this person’s main compulsion to restrict food or is it to binge and purge? Sort of like a “what came first, the chicken or the egg” scenario.

Is this person restricting all day to offset bingeing/purging or are they BPing because they are so hungry from restricting?

If the person’s compulsion is to restrict and then the body’s reaction to restriction is to binge and purge, I would say AN-BP would be the proper diagnosis.

If the person’s compulsion is to binge and purge and then restrict to further compensate for the binge, they may fall under BN.

Again, for an official answer, you would have to talk to a doctor and this is only my interpretation.

euro-peein  asked:

That pic of MLK flippin the bird is a photoshopped, he was throwing up a peace sign. Just fyi

Thanks for the note. One of my friends alerted me to this about 30 minutes after I posted it earlier today and I took it down immediately and placed this post up (with a real image) in its place. I just came back home from watching “Selma” and see that despite my efforts earlier in the day to rectify this, that the original post took off and now has over 32,000 notes (and climbing), while my corrected post only has 1,000.

This was the image from that incorrect post:

And this is the real image © AP:

External image

Note that these two images tell two completely different stories, based on the offensive, inappropriate hack photoshop job done to make it look like MLK was flipping off the camera (which I used in my post).

On a day when we are recalling the misconstrued legacy of Martin Luther King, Jr. and in a post talking about reclaiming his true legacy, I used an inappropriately doctored image of MLK. It ultimately doesn’t matter that I didn’t know that the image was doctored when I first posted it or that I deleted the post as soon as I found out. That post is now feeding into the damaging appropriation and obfuscation of the true legacy of King and the values he stood for. I am sorry for this, but my apology won’t change the fact that thousands of people now have a skewed image of King due to that post.

So all I ask is the following to try and alleviate some of this damage:

Please REBLOG this post. And if you see that post of mine with MLK flipping the middle finger come across your dashes, please ADD commentary calling it out as fake and LINK to this post.

For reference: this is the corrected version of that post

Sorry again. I have a responsibility as a content producer with a large platform on this site to check my sources more carefully, and I will be working on being more diligent about that going forward. Also thanks to everyone who pointed this issue out to me and to the people who are on that post calling it out as fake. Your efforts to combat the misinformation caused by my mistake are greatly appreciated.

Thanks,

Chuks

first cringe of morning

A post-wall scene, pre-BWB Doomsday ficlet

655 words

There are moments when Rose can forget that she’s lost almost everything, moments when the pain of having love and dreams and forever torn away isn’t trying to create a void where her heart had once resided.

(Sometimes she thinks that there already is a void there, just like the one that separates her from the home she’d made in the TARDIS and in his arms. Some days she feels so numb that she can’t help but think that all the void stuff that had floated around her once upon a time had made a home in her soul.)

(She almost retches when she sees a pair of 3-D glasses and is reminded of how he’d grinned while explaining what they were for.)

These moments of blissful forgetfulness never last long. She finds them in between sleep and waking, those precious seconds of peace and contentment and wondering what the Doctor had planned for the day before reality came crashing down once again, crushing her and leaving her gasping for breath as everything fell apart anew.

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anonymous asked:

I'm debating whether or not to go to the hospital for headaches I have almost everyday. I don't want to waste anyone's time with headaches but ibuprofen doesn't work at all. Should I go or just stay home?

The ER is for acute, potentially life-threatening problems. Go to the ER if you’re having the worst headache of your life or if you are having neurologic symptoms (sudden vision change, weakness, balance problems, change in alertness, difficulty speaking, or seizure) or high blood pressure. 

If your headaches are chronic and haven’t changed significantly lately, you’re probably better off seeing your primary care doctor for them.  If you go to the ER with chronic headaches you may end with a (usually not recommended) CT scan of your head and a shot of Toradol with little investigation into why you’re having headaches. 

See your primary care doctor first. There are a lot of causes of chronic headaches (most commonly things like NSAID overuse/rebound, caffeine withdrawal, sleep apnea, hypertension, vision problems, muscle tension, chronic sinusitis, and of course migraines) and they will be better equipped to investigate them than the hospital will be, actually. You may not get a definitive answer on your first visit, but they can at least start the workup.

My recommendation for folks with chronic headaches is to keep a headache journal. Write down what time your headaches occur, how long they last, what they feel like, what you ate and drank that day or the day before, what medicines you took, and any other symptoms you had with the headache. That will be a huge help to your doctor and will help them figure out the cause more quickly. 

Recommendations for providers from ChoosingWisely.org on headaches: 

Don’t order imaging for uncomplicated headaches

Don’t recommend prolonged or frequent use of OTC meds for headaches

If imaging IS warranted for a headache, get an MRI, not a CT except in cases of emergencies. 

Recommendations for Patients with Headaches from Choosing Wisely: 

Information (and some good tips) on treating headaches.

Why imaging tests for headaches are often not necessary

Doctor Who AU

Okay I was going through the the blog and I saw someone mention that there should be a time traveller AU soo this is literally on the fly and I might just end up reblogging it with more stuff later but

-Plagg and Tikki as Timelords, but they don’t work together.. At least initially
-Adrien and Mari are for the most part ordinary humans with Sort of ordinary lives (*cough cough Model Adrien)
-with Plagg nearing his last regeneration and this last 1-2 cycles were just OH so boring and being a stubborn jerk about meeting up with Tikki, he decides to get an apprentice
-yes an apprentice to teach how to use the TARDIS about Timelords and basically so in a way if he and Tikki end up finally dying at least in some way the Timelords will live on,
-and poor Adrien just so happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time,
-bad luck has always been a theme when it comes too Adrien, oh and for the most part it has been a subtle one
-with his mother leaving him and his father at around the age of 6 Adrien has had his pain around it for a long time already
-soon after his mother’s departure Adrien becomes in possession of the only thing his mother left, A white ring,
-and due too what he believed was just a silly party trick, when you turn the centre of the ring the whole ring turns black with a green paw print of a cat in the centre
- and with the green paw print of the ring in place, The homing device is activated
-Adrien’s mother is not who she said she was, (I’ll think of a name later) was really a Timelord! (Gasp) but full blown Timelord with two hearts is not what she was, she was only half Timelord, making Adrien ¼ Timelord
-with the homing Device activated Plagg is able to track down Adrien, and ask him to join him on his adventures
-on Adrien’s side of things that day; it has been about 6 month anniversary that a local girl that went too school with him gone missing, with the search being called off and having visited her parents to give his condolences. He agrees to go with Plagg, on one condition, Plagg had too help find the girl
-Be grudgingly Plagg agrees, and off the speed into the time vortex

Now Tikki’s side of the story

-Now Tikki has had a history of having others and companions to travel along space and time with, even a family at one point
-and Marionette (excuse spelling I’m on mobile) is the latest one in that line
-Mari is a local bakers daughter craving the adventure of foreign lands and new sights farther then her Paris home
-Paris as beautiful as the city is, gets very small when you’ve lived only in one town your whole life
-So when a beautiful masked women with an offer of adventure gives Marionette a chance too leave her little home she packs a bag, takes a leap of faith, and isn’t seen again after that night for a long time
-Tikki and Mari have an amazing time jumping from counties and planets of midevil and future times
- on occasion Tikki is quiet, there are days when she will boast happily of her alien race, showing images and describing how the beautiful planet where she came from was once en empire
-as like all empires it fell and was concurred, and as it in its beautiful days it’s fall from grace was a beautiful one,
-the planet from which she came was no more and only about a handful of Timelords were left, even fewer as she decades continued

How The duos meet up is up too you or interpretation, ect but there ya go this is the first ever AU I’ve ever submitted /(>///

Submitted by @mitula-trash-queen

Fill (34): You Alone are My Personal Hell

Prompt 34: au where jon dies of a terminal illness before sock can get him to kill himself and he both gets fired and has to spend the rest of his miserable existence in hell alone with the memories of jon’s final days echoing endlessly in his mind and thats his punishment for being fired. he always has to remember it when his attention is not focused on just one specific thing. that’s the only thing he’d be able to think about anyway, right?

Title: You Alone are My Personal Hell (AO3)

Author: stariceling

Words: 4195

Warnings: Character death, terminal illness, blood, medical trauma, suicide attempt, torture (referenced, psychological), mental illness (referenced), weight loss

Summary: Jonathan dies before Sock can get to him. Sent back to Hell alone, Sock can only struggle with his memories of the one who got away.

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Something wicked this way comes.

Those words alone could give a person chills…like me! I’m just messin’ around with the amusement of our Twelfth Doctor being all sinister-like as he promotes the newest Doctor Who series and his very first episode. Also love that he said the title of a Ray Bradbury novel. I almost considered filtering Peter’s images to make them look like night instead of day to connect with the other gifs. In the end, I decided to leave them alone. The difference of light vs dark and good vs evil works between the two scenes.

Gifs were made by me from Deep Breath (S08E01) with Peter Ferdinando as the Half-Face Man while Peter (as in Capaldi) is from the video, Adventure of a Lifetime! Obrigado Rio - Doctor Who World Tour - #DWWorldTour.

The Midnight Walker (1/3)

Description: Rose squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hide her tears. She wanted so badly to be strong, to put on a brave for the Doctor, who was clearly terrified, but she was scared to death. She didn't want to die. She’d fought too hard to get this far, to get her Doctor, her happy ending. And now she was going to lose it all?

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Death, Blood and Gun Violence.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Tentoo/Rose Tyler

Notes: My first ever collaboration fic, written with my partner in crime, thexlostxgirlx

“It’s gone,” the Doctor gasped as his eyes flew open. He immediately sat up in the bed, grasping the sheets as his breathing slowed down. Images from a big space truck in a different universe swirled in his head, the voices from that day still whispering, shouting, crying in the back of his mind. He reached out a hand to the other side of the bed, but it was void of its usual occupant.

The Doctor stumbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower before joining the Tyler family in having breakfast. Seeing young Tony Tyler play drums with his overturned cereal bowl and spoon certainly helped take his mind off of the nightmare he had.

As well as seeing Rose Tyler.

“Mornin’, Doctor,” Rose mumbled, giving him a peck on the cheek. Her golden hair looked like it had just encountered a ball of static, and her normally bright eyes were droopy with exhaustion. She gave him a small, weary smile as she sat back down and returned to her coffee. The Doctor gave her the brightest smile he could in return and prepared a cup of coffee for himself, then sat down across from Rose, marveling that she was still so beautiful even though it seemed that she had just woken up.

Pete Tyler, who had walked out on his phone as the Doctor entered the kitchen, finally returned as Jackie finished cleaning Tony’s mess.

“Sorry to ruin the weekend you two, but there’s been some sort of crash and they want Torchwood to investigate,” Pete told the Doctor and Rose. “They’ve already requested that you go as part of the team because of your expertise with these things.

“When do we have to leave?” Rose yawned as the Doctor brought her another cup of coffee.

“In about…four hours,” Pete replied. The Doctor and Rose moved to get up and start packing.

“You two be careful, alright?” Jackie called out to them as they trudged back to their bedroom.

“Nah, we’ll be fine, Jackie. As long as I’ve got Rose, what could possibly go wrong?” the Doctor called back.

“Famous last words,” Rose teased as they made their way up the stairs. The Doctor grinned as he leaned in, kissing the blonde lightly.

“The only kind I would ever use.”

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You Can’t Always Get What You Want (Or Can You?) [1/2]

A/N: Merry Christmas to my enabler of all enablers, @ive-always-been-a-pirate!! <3 Since I have sold my writing soul to you for Sharpie Killian, I give you Dr. Killian Jones shenanigans with a side order of Captain Charming plot as per our deal. I hope you enjoy love!

FFNET | AO3
Part 2
Rated: T


He’s waited years for this moment. He was finally going to get revenge on the man who took everything away from him - the only thing standing in his way is a burn patient, a fellow he’s starting to fall in love with, and a morally compassed best-friend. [CS House AU]


There weren’t many people in Doctor Killian Jones’ life that he could rely on - his father had abandoned him and his older brother when he was four, Liam had left him through death, his first love had left him to go back to her criminally insane husband - hell, he couldn’t even rely on his own damn hand to stay attached to his arm. But the one person he knew would always be there was David Nolan. Through bar fights, irritating patients, annoying (yet sometimes hot in the case of Emma Swan) fellows, and Belle’s vomit inducing Christmas parties David was there. He was Killian’s best friend, the one person who had stuck with him through the loss of his hand and every rum-induced coma he had put himself in since the accident.

Which was exactly why he had to terrorize the oncologist.

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anonymous asked:

" I love you..I’ve always loved you. " - Tentoo/Rose? Thank you!

Belonging

They hadn’t explicitly said they were going to take things slow. In the flurry of the past few days they hadn’t had much time for deep meaningful discussions - or any kind of discussion - as they were occupied with just trying to find a place for him in Pete’s world. 

And yet, beyond luck and miracles, things were going extraordinarily well. She held his hand, smiled her genuine Rose Tyler smile at him, and even shared a few kisses with him during the few quiet moments they had been allotted.

She called him “Doctor” and every time that name passed through her lips he felt his single heart settle a little more naturally into his chest. 

That evening Rose had finally stolen him away from the rest of the world and taken him to her flat, hiding him away from her family and Torchwood and anyone else who dared to steal one more second of each other’s company.

So there he stood, at the entrance of her kitchen, as she grabbed the whistling kettle off her stove and prepared two steaming cups of tea. 

She had changed into something more comfortable; pajama shorts and a loose fitting tee. The make-up that she had hastily applied that morning had mostly rubbed off and her hair hung loose with a slight tangle just behind her left ear.

He was positive he could hear the roar of the ocean once again as he stood there transfixed and utterly frozen in place by the sheer force of his sudden epiphany. 

Rose was his. 

Forever.

This little domestic view of her, so simple and perfect, would be one he could have every day for the rest of his life. All he had to do was reach out and take it. 

“I love you,” he said. 

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Staining The Sundarbans - 1

It was 5am as we set off from Chandpai forest station, heading south into the Sundarbans. A thick dark fog hung sullenly about us. A few kilometers on, visibility beyond the prow fell to near zero, forcing us to dock mid-river.

As we waited, voices rang out from somewhere in the thick blur: fishermen singing to semaphore their presence. Occasionally a low dinghy would row quietly by, unseen until it was almost upon us.

In the distance, a ship boomed its approach. Our boat master shook his head in concern. In such poor visibility, we’d stand no chance if we stood in its path. He revved up the engine and guided us into a khal (a channel).

5am on December 9, 2014 must have been just such a scene. The Oil Tanker Southern Star -7 was docked four kilometers from the confluence of the rivers Sela and Passur, near Mrigamari in dense fog. It carried 350,000 liters of heavy black viscous furnace oil.

The fog must have been at its darkest and alertness at its dullest when a cargo ship, also plying the same channel, loomed unexpectedly upon the tanker. The Southern Star-7 stood no chance.

When the cargo ship rammed into it, it nose-dived its cargo into the Sela River.

The Sela is part of the Sundarbans, the largest unbroken stand of mangrove forests in the world. A UNESCO World Heritage Site. A fragile ecosystem that has adapted itself to life on the brink of brine, for these mangroves form the margin between the salt water of the Bay of Bengal and the freshwaters of three mighty South Asian rivers: The Ganges, the Brahmaputra, and the Meghna.

Sundarbans, which literally translates as “beautiful forest”, straddles the border between India and Bangladesh along the eastern Indian state of West Bengal. India has 40% and Bangladesh has 60% of the mangroves. Both areas are designated wildlife sanctuaries and reserve forests.

This mangrove margin is home to some of the world’s most endangered creatures: the masked finfoot; the Irrawaddy, Gangetic, and four other kinds of dolphins; the Bengal tiger and the beautiful, endangered sundri tree (Heritiera fomes). Almost a million forest people depend upon this ecosystem for their livelihood.

By definition and by law, heavy shipping traffic carrying hazardous cargo has no place in the Sundarbans.  Yet in Bangladesh, tankers carrying “modified cargo” — oil, pesticides, fertilisers, insecticides, fly ash, cement, sand, and salt — cleave the channels of this fragile ecosystem every day; each traverse a disaster waiting to happen.

On December 9th, the Fates were tempted once too often. Two ships collided; 230,000 liters of oil poisoned this fragile, protected environment.

Our boat, the Gol-Patta, reached the Sundarbans on December 14, four days after the spill. Men, women, and children were knee deep in the mudflats and elbow deep in heavy fuel oil. They were scraping black, viscous goo from sedges, reeds, leaves, trunks, roots. Each painstaking handful of black pulp collected was smeared off along the rim of a cooking pot. Then they turned back to the plants for more.

Children were covered in black from toe to waist.

Khals — channels filled with sweet and brine, that snake through the mangroves — now flowed dark, dirty, and viscous. The forest stood ankle deep in low tide, in 3m high black tar socks. The high-tide line had become the oil-line.

The river below danced with oil too: graded by thickness from black to brown and then all colors of the rainbow.

Dark acrid stinging fumes spiraled from fires heating oil in the sleepy fishing village of Joymoni on the Sela river.

Save for the blackened fishermen and children, we saw no one else cleaning the spill. The slick sloshed forward in the ebbing tide. We followed it: 4 km past the spill site, 8 km past the spill site, 12 km past the spill site, then fifteen … twenty … thirty … forty … the slick sloshed ahead of us, beside us, behind us. Films of oil of varying thicknesses floated in the main channel and pooled in the smaller khals.

The tide went out by nightfall and came back in at dawn. The oil, ditto.

With the dawn tide came fishermen who had seen the slick almost 80 km down the river.

Oil was everywhere – thick, doom-black, hugging the sides of the mangroves for almost 30km, and a playful, almost beautiful swish of colors afloat along the 80 km stretch of river.

The plants and trees of mangrove forests are uniquely adapted to the salt-and-sweet water inter-tidal zone. They deal with submergence during high tide by sprouting aerial roots, snorkels that stay above the water to breathe. Those snorkels (called pneumatophores) were now smothered in black oil; the forest seemed like it was choking, gasping for breath.

Consequences of the spill were all around us, yet so much more remained unseen, unquantified.

In Dhaka, capital of Bangladesh, newspapers screamed of dying animals. Activists on social media posted doctored images of oil-dripping dolphins and oil-swimming tigers. To counter the anger, the government spokespersons shot back officialese for ‘no harm came from the oil-spill and it is all under control.’

The dark truth lurked somewhere in-between.

Animals caught in the water during the first few days of the spill were coated with oil, and may have died. We had seen a blackened crocodile slip tentatively into a brown slick 10 km from the spill site, but we had no way of knowing its fate. We had also seen flocks of egrets there, flying white and free of any smears.

The worry was not so much of animals dying in the immediate aftermath, but of the oil staying in the water, on the mudflats, and smearing the trees.

The effects of the coated and residual oil will be seen over months in the forests of this ecosystem. It could manifest in hormonal changes and reproductive changes, over time, in animals exposed to the substance. How exactly this spill will affect the ecosystem can only be determined by a scientific longitudinal study which, at this point, no one has signed up to do.

A spill of this magnitude in an area this ecologically sensitive is a qualifiable, quantifiable disaster mandating emergency measures. Yet, clean-up operations have been slow and unscientific, and are focused only on recovering the oil from the banks in a buy-back scheme by the company, Padma Oil, that owned the barrels in the Southern Star-7.

Here is where the hazard lies: fishermen from the village (Joymoni) most affected by the spill are collecting the oil. Children, women, men, all scrape the goo by hand and collect floating smeared plant matter that they dump into their boats. The boats are towed back to the village “depot” by the Forest Department, which is coordinating the effort (with local NGOs). Here, the plant matter is boiled and heated to loosen the oil. This is collected in barrels, and trucked back to Padma Oil.

The fishermen are doing all the collection and boiling sans any protective gear. They are smeared in oil by day on the river, and engulfed in its fumes when they get home. These oils contain chemicals that are toxic. It can have dire digestive, pulmonary, and dermatological effects and, if the exposure extends over time, also neurotoxic effects.

Eleven days after the spill, the children of Joymoni have begun to fall sick. They have been throwing up. But no one cares, no one spares a thought – it is all about recovering and selling back the oil.

No lessons appear to have been learnt. The Bangladesh shipping ministry has already begun to push for resumption of shipping traffic through the Sundarbans. Area rumor says the matter has been taken out of the jurisdiction of the Ministry for Transportation and transferred to the Ministry of Environment and Forests.

The Bangladeshi government, after dragging its feet in the aftermath of the spill and then organizing the cleanup in haphazard manner, has its eye firmly fixed on the lost revenue from the stalled shipping lane, and is now desperately downplaying the extent of the disaster.

How things unfold in the aftermath of this disaster remains to be seen. I will continue to report on this incident, and analyze how we got here. The reportage will also focus on a larger problem looming over the Sundarbans.

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Osgood appreciation post

I think we all realise and agree on the fact that Osgood is meant to represent the fandom, and in particular the Doctor Who fangirl, a fact that made her very loved by a fraction of the fandom, who considers her a sort of our representative sent in the DW universe, like LINDA members and Malcolm Taylor (Planet of the dead) have been before her, while another part of the fandom deeply dislikes her, considering her to be an offensive mockery of female fans and a poorly made stereotype.
One criticism often addressed to her is her mantra “the Doctor will save me” as she is paralysed by fear in front of the Zygon, because this would make her a dependent and weak female model.
I would really like to have these people — who stigmatised her behaviour sitting comfortably in front of their computers — single-handedly face a monstrous, shape-shifting alien and see how fearless they are.
In Doctor Who we are used to characters who are brave to the point of unreality, so it was quite refreshing to see someone experience true, realistic, paralysing fear, like a normal person would… Well, at least I most certainly would.
It is strange how fandoms seem to be able to forgive several human flaws — even extreme ones — in characters, such as cruelty, rage, violence, excessive ambition, power thirst… but they seem so unforgiving when they witness fear, which is probably the most natural and instinctual feeling. Because an unwritten rule apparently says girls in TV shows and books have to be always strong and fearless.
Well, here is the news: most women (and men) in real life would get scared if they were attacked by a monster, get over it.
Also, Osgood fights back after the Zygon transforms, getting her inhalator back, so she isn’t so helpless, after all.

But that’s not the point of this post.

As I said before, we all know she represents the fandom, but I think a very few people realise at which extent she really is us, or actually the “ideal fan”.
It’s not about the “nerdy” facade, it’s not about her scarf and (most recently) converse and bow-tie, it’s not about her faith in the Doctor, it is about something more deep and meaningful.
What really makes Osgood a good character and a beautiful depiction of the fandom is the way she acts accordingly to the Doctor’s values. For a girl that has never been a companion and probably — before Day of the Doctor — had only read files and heard stories about him, she made one of the most Doctor-like gestures in the whole episode she was in: giving her Zygon replica the inhaler.

Why do I say so?
Because she had two other choices that could seem more convenient: to reveal the truth to Kate, stopping the negotiation and confronting the Zygons, or to keep quiet and hope the Zygon wouldn’t realise “she” was the copy.
But she chose to give the Zygon her inhaler. She chose to trust the creature.
She chose to empathise with the alien creature who previously scared her and mocked her, chose to be kind, compassionate and do what the Doctor would have: forgive and give it a second chance.
Because “the Doctor will save me” also means the Doctor taught her a way to save the day in her own way, discretely, on the background, when no one is watching.
And we all can do that: by being kind when no one would, by doing a small step when no one dares to make the first move, by being the Doctor in days it is impossible to be.

That’s what I truly mean when I say Osgood is the fandom.

WARNING: stop reading now if you don’t want spoilers about series 8.
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Also the images and videos from the filming of the season finale seem to show a similar behaviour.
Of course, it’s pure speculation, but when we see the Doctor probably been put asleep by the UNIT, Osgood is the one kneeling by his side, and the Doctor seem to speak in her hear, as if he was sharing a secret, as if he knew he can trust her, because she will choose to do the right thing, like Malcolm Taylor in Planet of the Dead, who disobeyed orders and faced a gun to make sure the Doctor and the others could go out of the wormhole.

So, before you think Osgood is just a cute, funny character, or worse, an offensive portrayal of fans and women in general, please, check your records again, because, last time I checked, compassion, kindness and sense of justice were part of what this whole show is about.