lost-contacts

I’ve been depressed as shit for the past two days, because the lead singer of my favourite childhood band killed himself. I never thought I could be that affected by a death of someone I’ve never met and only seen live once, but it was like learning your childhood best friend who you’d lost contact with died. Chester helped me get through so much shit when I was a kid, he was sexually abused too and his parents didn’t really give a fuck about him either. He channelled that pain into his songs, and you could feel it. That’s why so many kids related to him. When everyone else was telling you to suck it up and put a smile on your face, Chester was there to scream about the pain that we couldn’t yet comprehend.

And yet, everyone ended up making fun of Linkin Park, if you were an active listener in the 2010s it was basically a death sentence for any credibility you had as a cool person. It’s not until Chester killed himself that we all realized how important of a role he played in our lives, and that is sadly the case with so many other suicides.

I’ll miss you Chester. And if anyone else is thinking of ending it all, please don’t. Because in the end, it really does matter.

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a book with an autistic main character (I'm autistic myself so I wanted this character, who I somewhat identify with, to be autistic too) but the plot is set about 1000 years into the future, so I just wonder if there are things I should think about, since diagnoses and stuff will probably have evolved a lot during that time. (part one)

My current idea is that everyone in the society this character lives in, goes through personality tests as children, to determine which kind of work they would fit, and this is also where neurodivergent kids often get diagnosed. Is this an okay way to do it? (part two)

Also, how would I make it “realistic” that this society still uses the same diagnoses as we do today? The society my character lives in lost contact with the rest of civilisation around five hundred years before the story starts, but that still means this society developed together with the rest of the civilisation for around five hundred years after today (part three)

Personality tests

How old are the kids when they are put through the personality tests? If they are too young they may be hard to administer, or it might be difficult to get results, but if they are administered when they are a bit older then it might make sense for a lot of these children to already have been identified as “different”.

Are these tests accurate? Do they use new technology? Does the sci-fi setting mean that personality tests will be able to actually reliably identify children with developmental disabilities/dyslexia/dyspraxia/etc?

What is the wider impact of children being tested to determine their suitability for work? Does this have a negative impact on disabled children?

Diagnoses and language

Aiming for “realistic” use of language is tricky – language in general (not just diagnoses) will have changed a great deal in that time. To give you an idea of the extent of change that we’ve seen in the last thousand years this video is a reading of the opening lines of Beowolf in Old English.

So, how can you approach this problem?

You might begin with an author’s note in the introduction about your choice of language relating to autism and other diagnoses - whether this is to keep it the same as in the present day, or to adapt it.

Maybe in your society they do not usually call it autism, but they acknowledge that this is something that used to be called autism, even though it is now called silfran.

Or, if you want it to still be called autism in-universe, there are some other options:

  • They refer to the “old texts” which tell them about the diagnoses
  • The term “autistic” has remained in the public consciousness because Sten Illiad, (the inventor of the replicator/founder of the Syndian religion/author of a treatise on economics and philosophy/whatever suits your world building best), was famously autistic
  • The term autistic is slightly modified to show that the language has changed (”he is autistish”, “she thinks autiswise”)
  • There was a period of time when the naming of different neurotypes was taboo, so the old names were revived relatively recently

I have also just remembered this post by scriptshrink, which might be a good place to get ideas for how to talk about a diagnosis which doesn’t match the story’s time setting.

Best of luck!

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I can’t believe Joseph Christiansen actually ruined my life.

This is the most god damn anon hate I’ve ever received, in all of my years on tumblr, out of all of the accounts I had before. This one, singular day, has been so stressful. I’ve literally done my best to be as understanding and friendly as I can be, but at this point, I’m feeling on the verge of a meltdown.

I know this answer can be a simple solution. “Turn off anons.” But the deal is, someone who’s known me for a while only likes to communicate with me VIA anon. They say they want to be my friend, but are so nervous to show who they are. And I want to respect that. I want them to know I’m very open to offers of friendship, whether you want to make yourself known by a name of a symbol in the messages.

I don’t want them to feel like they suddenly have lost all contact with me, and feel like they can’t communicate anymore. So I keep anon on, so they still have that idea of familiarity with me.

But this is getting ridiculous. I’m honestly worried now every single time I see I have a new message. I’m scared to see what pissed message I get this time.

Was it hasty for me to make a post discussing the then newly discovered cult ending, when we had only bits of dialogue and some screencaps to bounce off of? Sure. Was it a bit too forward to talk about the implications of it if it turned out to be canon, and what kind of depressing ends it mean for the routes? Probably.

But was it wrong for me to post it? Fucking no. Ya know why? Because it was a god damn personal post/vent. I wrote the post when I was in a very bad low after discovering the cult ending existed. I wrote it because of how likely at the time (and honestly, how likely it is still) to be indeed the truth of the game. The whole reason you, as a character, and all of these dads, are here.

That’s why there was no fuckin’ proof on the post at first. That’s why I didn’t just go ahead and link evidence of the cult ending’s existence. It wasn’t meant to get so wide spread. It was just me expressing grief at the implications, while giving a vague idea on what was causing the grief in the first place.

So yeah. Thanks for all of that mates.

You’re a real treat.

The named victims so far:

Georgina Callander, 18

An 18-year-old college student from Lancashire, was the first victim to be identified following the Manchester attack.

Many of her friends have paid tribute to the teen, alongside Runshaw College where she was studying, and a number of celebrities.

“Georgina Callander was a former Bishop Rawstorne pupil studying with us on the second year of her Health and Social Care course.”

Saffie Rose Roussos, 8

She had been at the Ariana Grande concert with her mum Lisa Roussos and sister Ashlee Bromwich when the explosion shook the venue. Her mum and sister were rushed to hospital, but lost contact with Saffie. Saffie-Rose Roussos died from her injuries at the concert on Monday night.

Chris Upton, headteacher at Saffie’s school, said in a statement: “Saffie was simply a beautiful little girl in every aspect of the word. She was loved by everyone and her warmth and kindness will be remembered fondly. Saffie was quiet and unassuming with a creative flair.”

John Atkinson, 28

28-year-old John Atkinson from Bury was the third victim to be identified.

It’s understood that John had been leaving the concert when a lone man detonated a suicide bomb shortly after 10.30 on Monday evening.

Megan Hurley, schoolgirl

It is not known how old Megan was, but earlier this evening the chair of governors at Halewood Primary School said a girl who went to the school had died in the suicide bombing, according to Liverpool Echo.

He added that she had attended with her older brother who was seriously injured.

Olivia Campbell, 15

A heartbroken Mrs Campbell had broken down in tears on ITV’s Good Morning Britain earlier in the day, when her daughter was missing.

She spoke of how she had not spoken to her daughter Olivia since she set off for the event. "I can’t get through to her. I’ve called the hospitals, I’ve called all the places, the hotels where people say that children have been taken.”

"I’ve called the police. There’s no news, I’ve just got to wait. I’m waiting at home just in case she turns up here,” she told the morning program.

Alison Howe, 45 and Lisa Lees, 47

Two mums waiting to collect their teenage daughters after the concert were among the victims of the bomb attack. Their daughters, both aged 15, are understood to be safe.

Angelika, 40 and Marcin Klis, 42

Marcin and Angelika Klis, Polish parents of a student at the University of York, have been confirmed dead after the Manchester attack.

The pair posed for a selfie in the city centre just before going to the concert to pick their daughters up.

Their 20-year-old daughter had posted a plea for help on Facebook after they didn’t contact her following the attack.

The pair leave behind two daughters, Alex and Patricia.

Martyn Hett, 29

Martyn Hett, a Coronation Street superfan who had a tattoo of  Deirdre Barlow on his ankle and with his boyfriend won Come Dine With Me, has been named as one of the dead.

Kelly Brewster, 32

Kelly Brewster was at the concert with her sister Claire and niece Hollie Booth. She died shielding her niece from the blast and leaves behind a young daughter, Phoebe. Hollie has two broken legs but is safe.

Jane Tweddle-Taylor, 51

Jane Tweddle-Taylor had gone to the Arena with a friend to pick up the friend’s daughter. She was a mother of three: “One of the biggest challenges we’ve had is one of my daughters was away travelling in Australia, so we were trying to pick a time to notify her.”

Nell Jones, 14

Her family and friends had posted appeals on social media saying she was missing following the concert. A student at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School.  She had been recently using crutches after suffering a ligament injury.

These are the 13 out of 22 named victims as of Wednesday, 24th of May at 2pm (GMT)

um you know what’s unsettling? the realization that people i knew so well before are strangers to me now. the knowledge that i’ve so passively lost people. making eye contact with them across the hall, or having a rare conversation with them, having to act familiar, despite me not knowing anything about them anymore. that gives me the heebie jeebies. 

Canadian government found liable for native children taken from families in “Sixties Scoop”

  • A Canadian judge ruled Tuesday in favor of thousands of indigenous children — now full-grown adults — who filed a class-action lawsuit against the government for forcibly removing them from their families between 1965 and 1984 in what became known as the “Sixties Scoop." 
  • According to the Guardian, those children were adopted by nonindigenous families as part of what plaintiffs alleged was a systematic effort to erase their cultural identity.
  • "The ‘scooped’ children lost contact with their families,” Ontario Superior Court Justice Edward Belobaba wrote in his decision. “They lost their aboriginal language, culture and identity.” Read more (2/14/17 5:08 PM)

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In general there is like. a whole category of Voltron angst premises that utterly fails to make me feel anything because it often severely underestimates the strength of the characters that it proposes to be breaking.

Like… Listen. Lance pretty dang likely had internal injuries and had spent a pretty impressive amount of time unresponsive and he woke up like that and shot Sendak in the shoulder before nearly back out again. This tells us Lance woke up, probably in no small amount of pain, probably pretty loopy since he remembered absolutely none of it afterwards, and the absolute first thing that occurred to him to do is Sendak was right there and he had a clear shot so, fuck that guy. He got in that situation in the first place because he saw a bomb going off and his first priority was to protect Coran- who at the time he’d known for… days, maybe? 

Pidge, the fourteen-year-old, who was pretty much entirely alone on the castle during that same time, having just lost contact with Allura, losing Rover and then hearing Shiro get tortured by Sendak- still kept her head about her enough to try and bait Sendak off with a hologram and was a major part of that fight. I mean. literally, take this emotionally compromised kid and go “you’re officially alone on a spaceship with murderous adult soldiers. They have your friends. They’re hurting your friends. You are the only one in position to do anything. Have fun.” And she won

Keith had his shoulder hacked pretty impressively in the first room of the Trial of Marmora and was given multiple opportunities to bail with a pretty clear pattern that the next room would be worse and have more attackers and Shiro states it as a given that Keith will not give up. Kolivan unambiguously tells him going in this is a life-or-death scenario. This is also Keith who willingly soloed freaking Zarkon with Coran actively telling him that he had no chance of surviving that fight because Zarkon is not getting the Black Lion.

Allura destroyed the last thing she had of her father in order to protect her team and let herself be captured by Zarkon in order to protect Shiro. She caught her second wind and held out against Haggar as best as she possibly could even knowing those odds were not good.

Coran picked a fight with Zarkon’s entire fleet piloting a ship ten thousand years old, alone, and did pretty dang good

Hunk actively, voluntarily, and enthusiastically picked a fight with a planet-eating monster stated to be one of the most dangerous things in space and long before that, all of his misgivings about signing up to save the universe evaporated like morning dew in the Sahara as soon as he saw what Shay and her people were going through. 

A lot of “angst” content seems to really disrespect or even ignore that these people are fighters. Survivors. These aren’t people who flake under pressure. In Shiro’s case, he literally never would have made it if he was. We see that at his worst, during his missing year, when he was utterly baffled by the idea anyone would help him and was pretty unsubtly about to be knocked out and experimented on- he was full of fight. There wasn’t much he could do but he wasn’t going down easily and if nothing else, the fact that there were two good-sized soldiers in full armor in the room taking the role of sedating him would tell us that Shiro didn’t exactly obediently walk to that room in the first place.

I see a lot of stuff that acts like Lance could get captured and in the time it’d take the team to get to him he could be ‘turned to the dark side’ or broken as a person and it’s like… the empire had a solid year to work on Shiro when the latter had the assumption that no one who would want to help him would even have the technology to reach him or even know he was alive in the first place and the empire didn’t win. What honestly makes you think they could take a month and destroy any of the team?

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Requests: “You are one of the only blogs that write quality Barry Allen smut, so thank you. Can you please write a Barry smut where he always is gentle with the reader because he doesn’t want to lose control with his powers. One night she confronts him and a night of vibrating hands and speedy enhancements occur? Thank you 💕” Credits to gif owners!

It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.

The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.

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one year ago even bech næsheim had dropped out of school, lost contact with all of his friends, was very unstable and lonely and was recovering from a suicide attempt
now he’s graduated, has a job, has his old friends back, is a lot more stable than he was before and is in love with a beautiful boy who loves him back, who supports him unconditionally and without any judgement
even’s story is so beautiful and I have never been so emotional over a fictional character before in my life

All the obvious things I’m tired repeating over and over again, but once more unto the breach, dear friends...
  1. Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, any member of the cast and crew, doesn’t owe the haters a thing. They’ve every damn right in the universe to do with their show what they please.
  2. Sending them hate and threats won’t change that. It just makes you look like a whiny kid, yelling cause you didn’t get what you wanted.
  3. Just cause something in the show doesn’t fit your theory, doesn’t mean it’s unimportant, senseless or unnecessary.
  4. Calling a gay man fake, or homophobe doesn’t have anything to do with ‘just having a different opinion”
  5. Just cause some of us ship pairings like Sherlolly, Adlock or Warstan doesn’t mean we’re homphobes.
  6. Sending hate to our writers, cast and crew doesn’t make you look like a mature person
  7. Hate isn’t something good. You’re hurting people who didn’t deserve it.
  8. Mark and Steven have every damn right in the universe not to make S5, just cause of your pointless hate.
  9. You’re giving our fandom a terrible name. Just think and stop.

Feel free to add to this list.

So, @thepsychicclam posted this, and then this happened:

Stiles listened to the latest musicians that Derek had brought to court to play for him with a wide smile and a thankfully small amount of hand movements. They were, as all the artists that Derek presented to him with startling frequency and fervor were, wonderfully talented, and playing a piece that had been commissioned just for him.

Sometimes, Stiles thought that his husband’s gifts and ever increasing support of Stiles’ interests might mean that his own feelings of deep abiding love may be returned by his king, but in his more reasonable moments he knew his love was unreturned. Derek had always been a generous and attentive man, even as a child he would allow Stiles to choose their activities and humor him in his frequent schemes. When Stiles proposed that they sneak into the castle kitchens to steal some of their favorite cakes, Derek rolled his eyes fondly (“They’re my kitchens, Stiles! And yours as well!” “Yes, but we aren’t meant to be in there now, silly!”) and acquiesced with enthusiasm as they tiptoed around the halls and into the pantry.

The head cook had found them covered in icing and failing to contain their laughter.

Thinking of it now brings a warm glow to Stiles’ chest even as it sets off a cascade of similarly joyful memories of growing up as Derek’s best friend. They were so close that Stiles had never considered that he would marry anyone else, though when he was old enough to understand that he was in fact Derek’s intended, the betrothal sent a panic through him. How could he ever think that a union with a man he loved so deeply, but could only look upon him as a dear friend, would bring him anything but heartache?

In the end, Stiles had decided that life without romantic love but with Derek by his side was far better than life away from the man who reigned in his heart.

Sitting now, beside his husband, ensconced in ornately carved thrones with soft velvet cushions, Derek’s arm resting close enough to his own that he can feel the warmth radiating from him, seeing his friends in court smiling and enjoying the music created just for him, Stiles knows he’s exactly where he wants to be. Even Boyd and Isaac, their usually stoic guards appeared to be enjoying themselves, though each man was regarding their kings with indecipherable looks.

Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to his husband only to find Derek looking back at him, a smile curving his lips in a way that still makes Stiles’ heart flutter. He can feel his own grin widen in response as Derek’s eyebrows raise in question. “Are you pleased, my dear husband?”

Stiles’ heart stutters then gallops at the thoughts that assail him, all the ways he’d like to please his king, the oft imagined looks of pleasure he’d like to paint upon Derek’s beloved face. He must get lost in thinking about how Derek’s skin would feel beneath his hands, because Derek’s brow furrows in concern. “Stiles? Is something the matter?”

“No, my king,” Stiles hurries to reassure, “I was simply trying to decide how best to tell you how perfectly lovely this evening has been thus far.”

Derek’s smile is so bright it puts the castle’s chandeliers to shame, and Stiles feels an elated pride bubble in his chest.

“I am exceedingly happy to hear you say so,” Derek says genuinely, the radiant smile still in place and the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly. The way Derek looks at him then, his entire regard focused on Stiles and the force of his honest joy makes Stiles forget that they are a couple bound by duty and friendly affection. It makes him believe for a moment that they share a love that will inspire artists for decades.

It emboldens him, and he places his hand over Derek’s, suppressing a shiver when Derek moves ever so slightly so that his thumb can run lightly over the outside of his pinkie. “I am exceedingly happy that you are exceedingly happy,” Stiles teases.

After another long moment simply getting lost in watching one another, a particularly evocative piece of the song draws Stiles’ attention and he turns to see how those gathered to dance interpret it. He can feel Derek still watching him, and it turns his smile small and private as he ducks his head briefly. Derek’s hand is still warm and real under his own, and as the evening stretches into night, it remains there, tapping the occasional rhythm against Stiles’ hand, their fingers eventually entwining.

Neither dares acknowledge it, but neither do they pull away. When it is time to applaud, the lost contact is nearly unbearable. When their hands automatically settle back together, Stiles feels like he’s soaring.

Don’t Objectify Me!

Summery: Based on this Sinful Sunday Ask

Triggers: Smutty smut, Angry bucky, Dom(ish)!bucky (wasn’t my intention but it happened) Unprotected sex (Before you tap it, wrap it), Masturbation

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I don’t wanna go to college tomorrow, also the inventor of coursework needs to fight me.

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‘Do you not fucking speak english?!’ You screamed over at Bucky. The two of you were meant to meet for dinner at one of your favourite restaurants after you had finished work. You booked a table there for 6, giving you enough time to get home and change before you got there.

‘Yes, I speak over 30 languages’ Bucky yelled back at you, taking off the gym clothes he wore to meet Steve earlier that day. According to your boyfriend you had said seven so he thought he could finish at the gym at 6;30 giving him half an hour to get ready. Only when he got home you sitting on the bed, all dressed up and fuming from having to wait for him.

‘Ok. I’ll say what I said to you yesterday is Spanish. Seis!’ your hair was pinned back and styled so you took it out, facing the mirror but you could still see his reflection.

‘You said seven!’ He was now taking off his hoodie and shirt. You were so mad at him but he looked so good.

‘I said six!’

‘No, you didn’t’

‘Why would I book a table at six then tell you seven? What, you think I want to spend quality time with my glass of fucking water’ you finally turned to look him in the eye, but he couldn’t look at you. For a second you weren’t sure if he was angry or upset. But then you heard the metallic whirring of his arm, it was very distinctive when he was angry 

‘I’m not doing this right now’ He turned away from you, his hands in the air. Then stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind him.

‘Good. Fuck off then’

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Canadian judge rules in favor of forcibly adopted First Nations survivors
Government is responsible for trauma of 16,000 indigenous children removed from families in ‘Sixties Scoop’ between 1965 and 1984, judge said

After a bitter legal battle that has lasted nearly a decade, a Canadian judge has ruled that the government is liable for the harm inflicted on thousands of First Nations children who were forcibly removed from their families and adopted by non-indigenous families.

Between 1965 and 1984, around 16,000 indigenous children were fostered or put up for adoption in an episode which became known as the “Sixties Scoop”.

Ontario superior court justice Edward Belobaba’s ruling Tuesday found in favour of survivors of the operation and their families, who argued that the forced removal robbed the children of their cultural identity and caused emotional damage that has resonated for generations.

“There is … no dispute that great harm was done,” Belobaba wrote. “The ‘scooped’ children lost contact with their families. They lost their aboriginal language, culture and identity. Neither the children nor their foster or adoptive parents were given information about the children’s aboriginal heritage or about the various educational and other benefits that they were entitled to receive. The removed children vanished ‘scarcely without a trace’.”

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