The super amazing cosplayer and mother, known best as petiteleon007 on Instagram and petite-leon here on tumblr, lost her and her sons’ home today in an electrical fire. She makes her living as a costume designer and corsetiere, and has lost all of her work, as well as her boys’ clothes and almost all other possessions.
This would be horrific any day of the year, but especially at Christmas. They have set up a gofundme to help get themselves back on their feet; anything helps, and spread the word!!!
Three universities did a joint study over five years in which they followed 846 people and recorded how stressful their lives were (tallying stuff like financial hardship or deaths in the family) and how much time they had spent helping others. Out of 846 people, 134 of the participants died within those five years. Researchers cracked open their records to see whether there was any connection between being especially nice to people and meeting an untimely end. That’s pretty intuitive: Nice people finish last, right? If you’re always out there helping people, one of them is eventually going to throw you in a van and use your mutilated corpse as a prop in a twisted tableau about the fate of sinners. Everybody knows that.
Shockingly, it skewed the other way: People who helped out less experienced increased mortality. Of course, freak accidents do occur, and altruists aren’t all Ned Flanders Highlanders, but it seems that there is some correlation after you correct for those who randomly fell down mineshafts. The theory is that if you’re actually participating in society in a positive way, you’re more inclined to stick around in that society a little longer. When stressful situations occur, your body is less likely to implode if you have positive social connections. Basically, it helps if you have a reason to live aside from seeing how Game of Thrones ends. In fact, the researchers suggest that, according to their study, a life of good deeds may mean up to a 30 percent reduced level of mortality due to stress.
As it turns out, humans might not be as greedy and selfish as evolutionary science makes us out to be. A new study found that when given the choice between losing money and saving a stranger from a painful electric shock, most people would choose to save the stranger.
Think of the average bunch of guys in an online clan swapping stories and the word ‘heart-warming’ doesn’t usually spring to mind. But then most clans aren’t the Dads Of Destiny, a 30,000 strong group bound by two common themes: parenthood, and not being a dick..
The clue’s in the title, but while the name suggests children as a binding factor it’s not an entirely exclusive membership rule. True, the majority who join are parents, but the real bonding factor here is that these people are grown-up. And I don’t just mean 'older’ - I mean it in the sense of being human beings in touch with their feelings and other people’s, in way that you just don’t expect when you think of the traditional 'male gamer’ stereotype. I’ve been speaking to the Dads of Destiny’s founders and members and discovered a community that’s genuinely touching, brought together by games, life, and online lobby conversations that end in “Oh, hang on a second, I just got pooped on.”
One of the members I spoke to, Joshua McClain, had a story that really helps drive home how what started out as a gaming clan has become way more than that:
Dads of Destiny hasn’t been just a gaming community to play games with. For the past few months my family has been going through a very hard time. I lost my job back in November 2014 when my wife was 8 months pregnant. We quickly exhausted our financial savings, and were forced to relocate in January to another state to live with family. One nite while lying with my newborn son on the couch I broke down. Feeling like a horrible person, husband, and father I reached out to a few of my good friends in Dads of Destiny Eclipse. I started a GoFundMe account, and my “gaming friends” (who I feel are like my family) helped raise over $1,000 to help get my son diapers, formula, and other basic things. Besides the blessing of funds they also sent “Care Packages” containing more diapers, baby wipes, and formula. To say I’m grateful would be a understatement. This community took care of my family, and kept our morale up. To say I reached a dark place is not easy to admit. Feeling like a failure is not something easy to get over. Dads of Destiny knew this as well. Many members or, better yet, friends reached out to me. They gave me their own personal experiences, and gave me the willpower to pick myself up, dust myself off, and get a job.
There’s nothing wrong with people asking for help, and there’s most definitely nothing wrong with you supplying that help, but there are some people who pop up only when they need something. … “Hey, while I have you on here, did you hear about my accident? I was ramping my monster truck over a lake for charity, and my wallet flew out of my pocket mid-jump and was shot out of the air by a goose hunter. So now I have no cash until next payday. Do you think you could float me some money until Friday?”
Why It’s So Hard to Fix: In my experience, the people who fall victim to this generally aren’t big into confrontation. Maybe more aptly, they avoid confrontation like vampires avoid sunlight and sharp wood. Unfortunately, the only way I’ve found to fix the problem is to have a no-horseshit talk with the people who take advantage of it.
“You cannot get sick enough to help sick people get better. You cannot get poor enough to help poor people thrive. It is only in your thriving that you have anything to offer anyone. If you’re wanting to be of an advantage to others, be as tapped in, turned in, turned on as you can possibly be.”
“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I can’t change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.”