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tearsofrefugees · 2 months ago
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rosemelodyshah · 2 months ago
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I am officially screwed up
You know ur screwed up when you post a q regarding an issue ur having in ur fic writing and the very first comment is:
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AHHH I don't ill clarify but it is really bad when another fic writer thinks u need therapy right??
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subdee · 3 months ago
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I want to clarify that he wasn't "deported" - he didn't go back to Venezuela. He was disappeared, with no hearing, without even his name being publicly released, to that slave labor prison in El Salvador.
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thoughtlessarse · 5 months ago
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Australia violated the rights of asylum seekers arbitrarily detained on the island of Nauru, a UN watchdog has ruled in a warning to other countries intent on outsourcing asylum processing. The UN human rights committee published decisions in two cases involving 25 refugees and asylum seekers who endured years of arbitrary detention in the island nation. “A state party cannot escape its human rights responsibility when outsourcing asylum processing to another state,” committee member, Mahjoub El Haiba said. Under a hardline policy introduced more than a decade ago, Australia has sent thousands of people trying to reach the country by boat to detention centres on Papua New Guinea’s (PNG) Manus Island and the tiny Pacific nation of Nauru, which lies further to the north-west. Victims in both cases filed complaints to the UN committee of 18 independent experts, charging that Australia had violated their rights under an international covenant, in particular regarding arbitrary detention. Australia rejected the allegations, insisting that abuses that occurred in Nauru did not fall within its jurisdiction. But the UN committee highlighted that Australia had arranged to establish Nauru’s regional processing centre and contributed to its operation and management. El Haiba said Australia did have jurisdiction because it “had significant control and influence over the regional processing facility in Nauru”. Several European countries have been examining the possibility of similar arrangements to outsource their migration policies. The UK’s Rwanda scheme was ultimately abandoned after courts ruled it unlawful and a change of government, and Italy’s plan to detain asylum seekers in centres in Albania hit problems last year when a court raised doubts about its compliance with European Union law. Thursday’s decisions “send a clear message to all states: Where there is power or effective control, there is responsibility”, El Haiba said. “The outsourcing of operations does not absolve states of accountability. Offshore detention facilities are not human rights-free zones.”
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The same committee should have something to say about the EU outsourcing its border controls to North African countries where migrants are enslaved, sexually assaulted or expelled into the desert, as Libya has done with the mass deportation of 600 Nigerians.
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minnesotafollower · 10 months ago
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Skilled Immigrants Are Entering U.S. Illegally 
In recent years the U.S. numbers of undocumented migrants from India and China have increased dramatically. For example, in 2023 there were more than 65,000 such immigrants, most of whom are skilled. [1] They thereby avoid  the difficulties of doing so legally by first obtaining a U.S. job offer and then applying for a U.S. work visa (H-1B), which is time consuming and full of uncertainty. This…
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nightshade86 · 2 months ago
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Dpxdc idea "Lost Fenton Protocol"
The Lost Fenton Protocol is a set of rules and procedures set in place for when, not if one of the Fenton children goes missing while out in a different city on a field trip.
It started when Jasmine Fenton, at the age of 9, got lost in Gotham and somehow found herself in Arkham Asylum having a deep conversation with Harley Quinn about the nuances of childhood developmental psychology. It is still unclear how she got inside. The only thing known for sure is that Harley Quinn, in the process of sneaking in to break out The Joker, found her roaming the halls and became distracted.
This was not the first time a Fenton was lost. However, it was the catalyst that prompted the creation of Lost Fenton Protocol.
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so-i-did-this-thing · 2 months ago
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Nicholas, do you think US trans people should be looking into emigration, if possible? If you'd like to share, what are your plans?
It's a tough call for me to give blanket advice, because, if you're not marrying a citizen, the reality is that most trans folks lack the job credentials or money to be welcomed by another nation. A lot of us also have some kind of disqualifying disability.
If emigration is something of interest, do the research and be realistic about your prospects. (I roll my eyes at folks who think you can just waltz into Canada, especially now.) If you have the privilege, honestly do it if you can, but most of us are not going to be able to.
And remember that you only have one shot at requesting asylum, so don't waste it on a country that doesn't yet think trans folks are under threat.
Due to Reasons, I don't think emigration is possible for my spouse and I. But I did make it a point to get us to a blue state. Which would be my suggestion for trans Americans, especially those who don't have a good social safety net. I understand why some people stay, and respect and support that, but if you are already untethered in a red state, try to escape it.
All that said, everyone should still be looking at what options there are outside US borders, be it for permanent relocation or just getting a medical procedure. And everyone should have their list of "when do I flee" lines in the sand + plans on what a slow escape vs a fast escape would look like.
I hope to never have to flee my home in the middle of the night, but I do have a Go Bag ready.
It all sounds grim, but this is why community is going to become increasingly important. Especially in-person community. So, get involved more with your local queer and neighborhood orgs so you can be more resilient in the future.
Take care and stay strong. ❤️
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mohammeday2000 · 2 months ago
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Hello
I am Mohammed from Gaza,Palestine, I am 25years
I miraculously left Gaza at the beginning of the war, surviving the destruction and going to Türkiye, then in an illegal boat at sea to Greece and then to the Netherlands.
This is the camp I live in now. AZC
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I applied for asylum in the Netherlands on 24/7/2024Now I am residing in an asylum center and I cannot work until I obtain residence papers, and this is usually for a shorter period that is settled. 15A month according to asylum procedures in the Netherlands
I will speak to you on behalf of my entire family due to the internet and electricity outage in the Gaza Strip.
I have my family of My father, my mother and my son 4 brothers and2Two sisters
My family in Gaza is suffering from starvation and lack of food There is not even shelter from the cold because they live in a nylon tent. , and there is no safe place in the entire Gaza Strip,Due to the Israeli bombing and destruction of Gaza, there is, the crossings are completely closed, and there is a great shortage of power outages Food, cleaning supplies, and clothing, if anything, are expensive and often unavailable.
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That's why I decided to create this donation campaign so I can get my family out to Egypt these days before it's too late.
The cost per person to leave Gaza 5500dollar
5500×8People =44,000
We need to rent a house in Egypt for $700 a month. This will be temporary until I can bring them to Holland and meet them again.
I hope you consider putting yourself in the same situation. I think no one could ever bear it. I hope that everyone who reads my story will contribute to helping me so that my family can be saved from the destruction and horrific bombing of Gaza.
Finally, thank you to everyone who contributes by donating or by sharing this so that I can get the result quickly. Thank you.For the merciful heartsFor the merciful hearts
@negaspaces @ipod-shuffle @beatrixie12 @wingedalpacacupcake @ilovethetalkingclock @canvas-madness-txc
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honeydewandcake · 9 months ago
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TW — Asylum/Hospital setting, mental disorders, medical malpractice
Inspired by Fran Bow, Sparklecare, Pure Trance, and other such things; I had an idea for a Dandy’s World AU that centers around a hospital setting
I feel like a lot of people don’t like asylum or hospital AUs because they are full of exaggerated or misinformed ideas of what mental illness is. I tried not to do that, though I’m not a professional so I still might be wrong about some things. I don’t want to take this idea too far in fear that it might be distasteful, but I do want to share this idea to see if others like it too.
Dandy’s Care is a separate world where, instead of a museum, Dandy and his friends were meant to be for a children’s hospital to treat the sick and ill. They were meant to be comfort characters to patients and were meant to support them during their stay. Like in Dandy’s World, the hospital shut down due to unspecified sanitation issues. Dandy, also known as Dr. Dandicus Dancifer, slowly became more and more starved for activity. He started targeting his friends, making the hospital into an asylum for them. He changed their characters, changing his friends into patients. The toons have no memory of their former self, only knowing their diseased and ill present self.
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The staff is made up of the main toons. All of them are nurses and Dandy is the main doctor. They all act like their former selves, though they have no memory. I didn’t want to draw all of them so just imagine Astro and Vee in these uniforms.
Read more to see other toons (not all of them drawn or thought of yet, don’t attack me ;-;) ↓
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Razzle and Dazzle, the only ones that I thought of completely because I already drew them before. They’re the reason why I made this entire thing anyway.
They are just experiments by Dandy, who wanted to see if the two could live together if they were attached. They used to love each other, now they don’t. Razzle is no longer looking for comedy, Dazzle is no longer looking for hope. Both are only set on the idea of revenge against Dandy for making them this way.
Life is hard when you can only feel the sensations on one half on your body, they can barely walk and can only stand or sit. They take many painkillers as their wounds take a long time to health properly. They wish they could escape this place and just die already, but they’re stuck and forced to live for as long as Dandy wants.
Razzle is a lot more violent now. He is prone to biting and scratching the staff. He hates doing all the lab tests and medical procedures, he hates being near Dazzle, he hates being stuck in this living hell. Razzle is the reason why they’re not allowed near sharp or blunt objects.
Dazzle became paranoid, scared of any noise that happens. He’s terrified of Razzle because of how violent he can get, he hates him too. Dazzle cries a lot, he cries until he can’t everyday. Dazzle wishes he could just die already, he thinks everything is scary and out to get him.
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Shrimpo is thought to be a patient that had anger issues and aggressive tendencies. According to Dandy, he was admitted for being violent in public, although this is only part of the fake story that Dandy gave him. Shrimpo was forced to get a lobotomy, unethical but who cares. Dandy sure didn’t.
He’s still in the recovery phase, so he might be a bit loopy. Once those bandages are off, he’ll be as right as rain. Shrimpo is a wanderer around the hospital as he’s no longer a threat. He’s allowed to leave his room and go out in the play yard but only if a nurse is with him.
Shrimpo doesn’t really have much going for him. His thoughts are scrambled and he only cares for things in front of him. Although the lobotomy made him more passive, it doesn’t mean he’s any better in terms of motivation. Shrimpo certainly has no drive for anything anymore, he doesn’t mind but it gets in the way of his health as well. The staff needs to remind him to go to the dining room to eat or to go take a shower, because otherwise he’ll forget.
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Boxten was made to believe that he has had problems with insomnia ever since he was little, of course it’s not true. He takes sleeping pills and melatonin, but it only seems to worsen his nightmares. This makes him skip his doses to avoid sleeping, repeating the cycle over and over.
Boxten is afraid of imaginary things that might get him. He thinks they’ve already in his head, eating away at his brain and giving him nightmares. Of course the only thing the nurses can see is his music box. Boxten has lost all trust in the staff since they couldn’t see or feel the things he can.
In my original notes, it said that Boxten might have psychosis.
Well that’s all the once I’ve drawn, I don’t really have the motivation to make every single toon. I have a couple of ideas though
— Goob somehow survived a terrible accident, but both his arms needed to be amputated making him armless. He suffers from brain damage and internal bleeding. He doesn’t seem to have any change in his personality, still as joyful as ever. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism
— Tisha has severe OCD which damages her mental health. She’s constantly worried about everything that happens around her, making her super aware of her surroundings. She could be a danger to herself and others as she sometimes has very aggressive thoughts but can’t control her actions. She unintentionally hurts herself because of her OCD, such as washing her hands so many times that they start to bleed.
Not for a toon, but I did have an idea for an added addition to the hospital. Maybe there’s a twisted reform center where the staff try and heal twisteds back to their normal self. They would clean the ichor from them but since the ichor is also inside of them their personalities don’t change as much. Twisteds such as Finn and R&D might be too far gone though, they would have to be disabled for life. I might draw this idea because I think it’s kind of cool, I definitely will if people also think this is interesting.
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tearsofrefugees · 4 months ago
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moody-alcoholic · 5 months ago
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Cross My Heart
Part 5 - Should Have Gone To Med School
Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.
CW: Medical stuff, descriptions of wounds, description of medical procedures, medical inaccuracies, blood.
AN: Why does everything I write turn into a medical drama.
Previous parts - masterlist - next
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Enjoy <3
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You hide the scalpel between the mattress and the bed frame. No point in getting caught with it. You’ll help Price but you won’t take them over the border. It’s too risky, you need them to trust you at least for now. Besides you’re about to maim their captain, or at least you assume he’s the captain. Gaz called him cap. 
He ordered Ghost around and you thought he was incharge. 
“Hey.” The voice at the door makes you jump. You turn to see Soap looking at you. He’s unarmed for once, maybe they are starting to trust you. “Sorry, I wanted to say thank you.” 
“For what?” You ask heading out the room. He blushes running his hand through his hair. Christ, what's he nervous about. He moves to the side to let you out into the hall. 
“For back in the vets with Ghost.” 
“So he told you?”
“Yeah, he’ll never say a proper thank you. He’s a bastard like that sometimes. But you could have let him die.” He seems nervous, you have no idea why. Maybe Ghost didn't want anyone to know he let his guard down. Probably not the best look that a seasoned SAS soldier can get jumped so easily. 
“No I couldn’t. Then you would have killed me.” You smile at him and head down the stairs. 
Maybe you should have let him die, and run. Where though? Back to Konni? To Al Qatala? You shake your head pushing the thoughts away. You'll patch Price up then you’ll part ways. No need for you to stick around longer than you need to. Fuck the asylum in the UK, you don’t believe that would happen anyway. 
Ghost is not around but Soap follows you down the stairs and Gaz is sitting on the coffee table talking with Price. He goes silent when he turns to see you, standing up and moving behind the sofa. His eyes dig into you. You swallow the nerves going over to the bag you dumped down when you came in. 
“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask him one last time. He looks up and nods. 
“It’s worse to leave it in, right?” Price asks. 
“Yes and no. It’s going to hurt. There’s no anesthetic.” You say gripping the handle on the bag. 
“I’ve been through worse.” 
“Cap, are you sure?” Gaz leans down to whisper next to his head. You feel like you’re interrupting something.
“Take your shirt off and lie down.” You say putting the bag on the coffee table and bending down next to the sofa. 
“If you need time-” You don’t get time to finish.
“No. I’m ready.” Price says sitting up straighter on the sofa. “It’s fine Gaz.” He waves the other man away but he doesn’t move, just stands back up crossing his arms.
“Do you need a chair or somthin’?” Soap asks, you turn to him and shake your head. He smiles. You look through the bag, you think you have everything. You recognise everything, you managed to grab a lot. But you only have 2 pairs of sterile gloves, which means you only have 2 chances to get this right. You will get it right though. 
Gaz helps Price take his shirt off, you look at the bandage on his stomach. Now you’re calmer, getting a better look at it, it’s not as central as you thought it was. 
“Did you have a vest on?” You ask. 
“Yeah, went right through.” Price says as he lays back on the sofa. 
“You’re lucky the bullet didn’t shatter.” You press on his side where he showed you yesterday, it's starting to bruise. It really must be closer to the surface then you think.
“Lucky the guy missed.” 
“Some would argue he didn’t miss.” You say, tipping your head and turning back to the coffee table. You lay out your instruments, double checking everything. What should you be worried about? You think to yourself. It’s been years since you’ve done something like this on a dummy let alone a real person. 
Shock, he could go into shock if the pain is too much. He’s fit and healthy, well other than the hole in his stomach. 
“I can take the bullet out and stitch both the wounds. What would you like me to do first?” 
“Which will hurt less?” He asks scoffing. There’s the nerves, the break in his demeanor. You ignore it, you’d be shitting yourself too. You don’t really know how to answer that. The stitches will have to be deeper on the entry wound, but would that be more or less painful then slicing his skin open and fishing around for a bullet?
“They’re both going to hurt,” you say, it’s the truth. He sighs looking behind you at Soap. 
“Stitch the entry wound first.” A gruff voice behind you says. You don’t need to turn to know it’s Ghost. Price nods and you kneel up pulling the bandages off. As you begin to undo the tape fresh blood drips out and you need to reach over to start dabbing it up. Before you take the steri-strips off you lay out your sterile gloves and reach into the bag for one more thing.
“Here.” You hand him some wooden tongue depressors. “In case you need to bite down on something.” He takes them, raising an eyebrow. 
“I’m tougher than you think.” he says. 
“It’s not about being tough.” You snap back. Now your nerves are showing, you take a breath. “It’s so you don’t bite your fucking tongue off and bleed out.” 
He nods. You start pulling the sterile gloves on. You can do this, it’s just stitches, you've done this before, you can do it again. You turn back over to him resting the tray on his chest and pulling the last of the bandage off. It would be easier if you had 2 people, you don’t want to ask any of them for help, besides you need them around to keep an eye on him. You take one last breath getting comfy on your knees. 
“Ready?” You ask turning to look up at him. 
“Ready.” He says. You angle the needle squeezing the tweezers in your hands. Now or never. You say to yourself and plunge the needle into the skin. 
He lasts longer than you thought he would before he makes his first audible groans. You snap to look up at him quickly when you’re done with the next pass. His eyes are squeezed closed, sweat building on his forehead. 
“Almost done.” You lie mopping the blood escaping from the fresh wounds. He’s going to need at least 6 more stitches before you can tie this off. It came back to you in an instant, as soon as you made the first pass through. It’s like riding a bike you never really forget. 
“Want to take a break?” Gaz asks. 
“No.” He grits through his teeth. Good, stopping now wouldn't be smart, you’re over half-way done. 
“You can have a break when I'm done.” You say passing the needle though again. It’s not perfect but it will hold, paired with the bandages it’s all he needs until he can get to a proper medic or a hospital.
“Would kill for a whisky.” He says trying to keep still. That makes you smile. At least he’s still joking, talking. At least he's conscious. You feel like you can hear people shuffling uncomfortably behind you, hushed voices you’re not paying attention to as you concentrate. You’ve been biting the inside of your cheek trying not to show your true nerves, you hope they can’t tell. 
“Almost done.” You assure him.
“You keep saying that.” He says, his breathing picks up. This is going to be the worst part, you saved it till last. You speed up as much as you dare, you want to get this over with before he starts to freak out. You don’t like how shallow his breathing has become. 
“Last stitch.” You say pushing the needle through the skin one more time. You let out an audible sigh of relief as you reach over for the scissors. “Done.” It’s all you can manage. You tie off the tread sitting back on your knees. It’s done. You look over at him, his eyes open again his head tipped back against the sofa pillow. 
You reach over for the bandages and dress the wound. You get up to your feet. 
“Take a break, maybe get something to drink. Water.” You say, swallowing the nerves rising in you. You need to clear your head. You need fresh air. You make a b-line for the front door pulling your gloves off as you pull it open letting the cool night air hit you. 
You feel sick bending over and bracing your hands on your thighs. 
“Holy shit.” You say pushing as much air out your lungs as you can. That really just happened. You just stitched up a fucking SAS officer with no ansathetic. And you’re still not done, he still has a bullet in him. 
The door opens making you jump. You straighten yourself up crossing your arms as goosebumps rise on your skin. You turn to look, it’s Ghost. He hands you a bottle of water.
“Thanks.” You say reaching out and opening it. 
“You did good.” He says after you’ve taken a few sips. 
“It’s just stitches.” You say trying to not let your confidence falter. Can’t have them losing confidence in you. 
“Are you sure taking the bullet out of him is the best option?” He asks. You turn to look at him finishing the bottle. 
“The bullet could move if he does, it could hit an organ, cause internal bleeding. It’s close to the surface though, it could just be stuck below the skin. I have no way of knowing until-” the word catches in your throat. “It’s safer to remove it.” You walk up to him and hand him the empty bottle, he nods. 
When you get back in the building you’re surprised at how warm it is, you’d never noticed that until now. Price looks fine inspecting the bandage on his stomach. 
“Looks good.” He says. He seems perked up. Gaz looks like he hasn’t moved although now he’s holding a glass of water. 
“Thanks.” You say cleaning up the stuff you’ve used and setting up the new stuff you need. The scalpel seems heavy in your hand for some reason. Your mind wonders the one upstairs. 
“Ready?” You ask looking up at Price again. 
“This one should hurt less right?” You squirt alcohol solution over the sight. It’s better than nothing.
“Yes.” You say pulling a mask over your nose and mouth. Maybe if he believes it it will hurt less, like a placebo effect or whatever they call it. You pull the sterile gloves on and pick up the scalpel. You let out a breath looking down at the skin. 
This is not going to be fun. 
“Hey.” Price calls, you look up at him. “Don’t look so nervous, what's the worst that could happen.” 
He could die. 
“I’m not nervous.” You bring the blade down. “It’s going to be hard, but try to keep still.” 
You press the blade into the skin. A groan leaves his mouth, his head presses back into the sofa pillow again. You have to act fast, mopping up the blood as it spills out. You thought you’d cut deep enough but apparently not. You squeeze the skin fleeing for the bullet. It’s still there, it's not moved. You make another incision going deeper. 
You’re through the fat and it must be stuck in the muscle. You reach over for your tweezers, using your other hand to try and isolate it. 
“Christ.” Price says as you dig around. 
“I know, I'm sorry. Slippery thing keeps moving.” You say frowning. You manage to find it reaching for the clamp, if you can keep it still you can cut down to it. 
“Got it.” You say after a few seconds of poking around. Thank god you don’t have to dig much deeper. You take the tweezers and pull it out. “Look.” 
Price looks up, when he sees it he smiles.
“Free souvenir.” Soap says. You reach around dropping it with the tweezers on the coffee table. Now you just need to stitch this up. Easier said than done. 
“How’d you learn to do all this if you’re not a doctor?” Price asks, you're surprised he's talking. He looks more relaxed, you look up, he's squeezing Gaz’s hand. Poor Gaz. 
“I would hang out in the skills labs with the surgical interns when I was at the hospital. My father would be in surgery, my mother working. They would teach me. I used to enjoy it as a kid, playing with fake skin watching them work.” 
“Is smuggling easier?” Price asks, raising an eyebrow.
“What happened? Why did you move away from medicine?” Gaz asks.
“I got bored, wanted to do something other than be stuck in a hospital all my life.” You look up at him, he hasn’t moved. “I saw how hard my parents worked. I didn't want a life like that.” 
“No but it's more fun.” You hear Gaz scoff, he drops Price’s hand crossing his arms, he hasn't moved but he hasn't taken his eyes off you either. 
“Ever thought about the army?” Price asks. You laugh, shaking your head. 
“I don’t like being tied down. I’m not into all those rules.” 
“Where’s your rescue anyway? I would have thought the UK would be desperate to get 4 SAS out of here.” No one says anything. You look up at Gaz, then over at Price. 
“I think you’d do good.”
“I think it's all bullshit.” You say trying to not snap. You focus on your stitching, you can’t get it out of your head though. Like the military is so great. 
“We’re helping Farah.” Soap says.
“Ah, that makes sense. They’re classed as a terrorist organisation right?” You look over at Price, he nods. You’re almost done, you wipe the blood away reaching over for the scissors. 
“Why do you need to get into Russia if you’re helping Farah?” No one says anything. You sigh, tying off the thread. “I can’t help you if I don’t know why.” 
“I thought you didn’t like to know details.” Ghost says. 
“We need to find Alex first.” Price says. You pull your gloves and mask off bandaging up his wound. 
“If you lost him on the border Konni will have him.” You say as a matter of fact. Standing up and picking up the trash. No one is saying anything, you throw it in the bin. 
“You work for Konni right? Your last job was for them?” Price asks, sitting up on the sofa. 
“Yeah, well, not anymore. Thanks by the way I wasn’t really in the mood to be getting an ear full from Makarov this week.” You stand back up looking round the room. They look different, shocked, all the colour has drained from Price’s face. 
“Makarov?” He asks.
“Yeah. I mean he’s in town for something. Like I said I don’t ask, but whatever it is it’s important. Those people you killed were important.” You look round the room. 
“Holy shit. You’re after Makarov.” You say as a matter of fact. No one says anything. You scoff picking the bag up off the table and throwing it over your shoulder. You shake your head again. “Look I hate to be the bringer of bad news but even if I could get you over the border. There is no way on earth you’re getting into Konni’s compound.” 
“We don’t need to get inside anymore.” Price says. He stands up with a groan, pressing his hand on the side of his stomach. Gaz’s eyes follow him, his hands coming out to support him. You want to tell him to sit down. He needs to rest. 
“You work for whoever pays right? How about a job so big you could retire.” Price says taking an unsteady step towards you. You swallow hard, not sure what he’s about to say. 
“Help us kill Makarov and you can name your price.” He says smiling. You frown at him and shake your head. 
“You’re out of your mind. What can I do?” You drop the bag and throw your hands up. “I’m not an assassin. I don’t kill people for fun.” 
“Yeah, I know that. You’ve had plenty of opportunities to kill us, flee. What stopped you?” He asks, taking another step. You freeze, you’re not sure. You don’t kill in cold blood, you’ve always told yourself that. Self preservation, that's what it is. 
You could have let Ghost die. Let him die in the vets and run back to the border, told Konni about them, they would have been captured but you didn't. Maybe you believed them when they said they could get you out. 
Maybe you trust them. 
“I think you’re better than all this. You want peace in your country, you want the war to end. You need to pick a side to do that.” He reaches behind you, someone passes him something. You don’t turn, you're nervous all of a sudden. Maybe they’re about to kill you. Making you lower your guard so you’re an easier target. 
He brings the object into view. It’s the scalpel, the same one you hid in the bed. 
“I think it’s time you pick a side.” He holds it out for you to take. You could take it from him right now and slit his throat. How did they even find it? Shit. Soap must have seen you. You look up at him, he has a smile on his face. He already knows what you’re going to do. You reach out and take the scalpel.
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lonniemachin · 1 year ago
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Sujood has reached out to me to boost she and Sanaa’s fundraiser. They’re urgently trying to evacuate their family from Gaza and seek asylum in Belgium. Their previous campaign was suspended, so they have started a new GFM and currently have £1,642 out of their £50,000 goal! Please share if you can’t donate!
From their GFM page:
Dear friends,
We are reaching out to you with a heartfelt plea for help. Our names are Sanaa and Sujood, and we find ourselves in an incredibly challenging and dangerous situation.
Unfortunately, our previous attempt to receive donations was unsuccessful due to restrictions on transactions to Gaza. However, the urgency of our circumstances compels us to reach out again, this time with new procedures in place to ensure the secure delivery of your generous contributions. We are launching a new campaign because we cannot afford to wait for a long time for the restrictions on the bank account to be lifted it’s already being two months now. We are unsure if we will be able to access the funds or if they will be returned to the donors. In any case, here in Gaza, we are fighting against time. Every day poses a threat to our safety, and we cannot afford to wait. If, after some time, we are able to retrieve the previous amount, we will use it to rebuild our lives and continue the education of my siblings.
The situation in Gaza has become increasingly unbearable, and we have been left with no choice but to seek assistance from compassionate individuals like you. Your donations can make a significant difference in our lives and help us escape the dire circumstances we currently face.
This is ours story:
I hope this message finds you in good health and spirits.
My name is Sanaa Odeh, currently in Gaza, occupied Palestine. I am writing this as a plea for survival, for a future for my family and myself.
Our lives are in immediate danger, with non stop explosions everyday and every night, tanks and guns all around us, and fear as a constant companion. It is a non-stop nightmare, every minute of every day, for 6 months. Everyday is a struggle for survival. Lack of food and clean water creating a crisis of death by starvation and dehydration.
Despite the endless nightmare, we are a resilient and strong family. My beautiful parents gave everything to raise us as successful daughters and we are so proud of what we have achieved.
I work as a graphic designer and my sisters: a nurse/educator, small business owner, a medical student, and a field coordinator. Despite being on the path to rich and promising futures, it can all be taken away in any moment. We have already lost several family members, including my uncles and their entire family. There is little hope that the situation will end soon, all of us waiting for our turn next.
We are looking to seek asylum in Belgium. This campaign will help support us in covering the costs to do so, specifically in covering the evacuation costs per person. Your donation will provide us with the chance to escape the endless horror we’ve been facing for the last 6 months and give us a chance to return to a safe, normal life again, where we can once again contribute positively to society.
I understand that this is a challenging time for everyone right now, but please do not underestimate what even £5 can contribute to especially when it all adds up. It really does make a huge difference. No matter how small the contribution it can still change our entire lives.
Thank you for taking the time to read our story, your support means the world to us. Whether it is simply sharing our campaign or donating, it makes all the difference in the world to us. Your act of kindness can bring light to our darkest days and help us build a better future.
Thank you once again for all your support and kindness
With heartfelt gratitude,
Sanaa and Sujood
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hoosbandewan · 7 months ago
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No matter who someone votes for does not make them a bad person. If someone votes differently than you and you find that as a reason to not support them then you are part of the problem. I'm thankfully open-minded and glad I can have Democrat and Republican friends and we can all still be friends even with different beliefs and opinions. I don't understand how anyone can have that mindset.... You want Peace and love but are the first ones to throw someone under the bus if they think differently than you do.
And using Ewan to push your thoughts is shameful
Having friends on both sides of the aisle is fine. Having a difference in opinions is fine. I think it can be incredibly damaging for people to get caught in an echo chamber and be surrounded only by people who share their same viewpoint. And the fact that we can all have our own thoughts and opinions is what makes a free country like the U.S. so wonderful.
I even know a good number of Republicans and conservative-leaning people who didn't and wouldn't vote for Trump. And, you see, that's the difference.
Voting for Trump.
You cannot, in good conscience, look me in the eye and tell me that casting a vote for Donald Trump makes you a good person. I could have forgiven a Trump vote in 2016, but not in 2020 and certainly not in 2024.
Trump attempted to overturn a democratic election and was indicted for it. And on that day, he voiced support for the Capitol rioters who wanted to hang his vice president for failing to reject the electoral votes that proved Biden's win.
Trump nominated Supreme Court justices to overturn Roe v. Wade, a move that has already killed women and will continue killing people. In Texas alone, the maternal death rate rose by 56% between 2019 and 2022, the year that Roe was overturned. Since the reversal, the infant mortality rate has risen by 7% nationally - and by 13% in Texas alone.
Trump is unapologetically and unabashedly racist, displaying repeated and disturbing rhetoric aimed at immigrants, Mexicans, black Americans, Haitians, Muslims, and more. In his first term, he instituted new procedural barriers to prevent immigrants from seeking asylum in America. He put migrant children in cages. He has unjustly called for the death penalty for numerous people of color - remember the Central Park 5?
Trump has threatened to deploy the military and law enforcement to target his political opponents and left-leaning Americans.
Trump rolled back almost 100 policies focused on clean air, water, wildlife, and toxic chemicals in an era when mitigating climate change is more important than ever. And he plans on gutting even more.
Trump is a convicted felon with 34 felony counts under his belt.
Trump has shown time and time again that his views and policies align with fascist ideals. He wants very, very badly to turn the U.S. democracy into an authoritarian regime.
And if this isn't enough, Trump has been endorsed by the KKK since his 2016 campaign. He's the golden child of white supremacists and white nationalists everywhere.
So, yeah. If this is your guy, I don't want fucking anything to do with you.
I am so sick and tired of Trump supporters crying about peace and love and civility and "oh, but where are the tolerant left?" when they turn right around and vote for Donald Trump.
You don’t get to hold abhorrent views and beliefs and then be friends with us. You don’t get to be friendly to our faces all while supporting a man who wants us dead or oppressed. You can't profess to love your fellow Americans if you are condemning them.
I don't want to hang out with racists and fascists. Because if you choose to support and vote for a racist, fascist, misogynistic, dangerous person, then that makes you one, too.
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thewolffairytaler · 3 months ago
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Is Thomas Hewitt autistic?
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I honestly think Thomas Hewitt is on the spectrum. Now let me explain. All autistic people are different from each other. Every single one of them is unique in the way that they behave and think. That's why you commonly hear: “If you've met one person with autism, you have only met one person with autism.” However, they do share a few charasistics that make you know that they work the same way.
Some people with autism can not see a grey area. They can only see black and white perspectives since not only is it an easy way of comprehending how the world works, but also understanding the differences. What you should do, what you shouldn't do. But when it comes to things with sarcasm, irony, or humour, non-literal language is a mystery to them. Some social cues might be easier to get than others, but if they can't figure out what the expectations are, along with being told directly, they will make their own views that normally, society just dosen’t accept.
Thomas is known for being reserved and shy and a bit emotional at times, if not strongly sensitive. He has anger problems that are destructive. Nonetheless, since he knows it is wrong to act on them, he holds back, but of course, everybody has a limit.
I think that although Thomas can hold back, he holds resentment. Just because a day got by, and you said you were sorry, dosen’t mean that anger simply evaporates all of a sudden. That grudge can make him do something that can make you question two months later why he decided to hurt you, or ruin your things.
He can be clever. Sometimes, his actions can lack afterthought, but he's not dumb. He does things for a reason, and although he lacks smarts in the educational department. He has knowledge in the field of street smarts. In the Texas Chainsaw Massacre comic: about a boy. We learn that Thomas managed to knock a bully out with a rock to then tie him up on a bed at the abandoned farmhouse. He did think the plan through. He did not, however, think that Charlie (Hoyt) was going to hear those noises and come to check up on them.
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Although Luda Mae kept on insisting and telling the teacher that Thomas was normal, there was nothing wrong with him. The reality was that he was, and she denied him of that. She denied Thomas getting help because, back in those days, people with mental disabilities/issues were not considered people. They were considered evil, devils, and some got even beaten. Treated like animals or toddlers that nobody wanted. Luda Mae knew it was only going to make the situation worse for Thomas than helping him navigate life a bit easier. That's why she got so violent with the teacher after he told her about doing that urgent report, not even bothering listening to his reasonings, perhaps not even thinking he wanted to aid Thomas for the better.
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One could argue that it isn't autism, and it is instead his mental deterioration at work, but I don't think that's it. And I do think that his diagnosis was wrong, not completely wrong, but wrong in a way that it wasn't the words that needed to explain what made him different. Back in the day, there were no real experts (doctors) who were working on the psychological department, and those who did end up doing so many wrongs with those patients. An example could be the Yorktown Memorial Hospital in Texas.
In Yorktown Memorial Hospital, there were over 2,000 deaths when it was still running. Which is madness, considering that the hospital isn't that big, it's pretty small, it's around 30,000 square feet/274 320 000 meters compared to other hospitals. While it isn't an asylum, this building is a great example of how messed up medical procedures were back in the day, especially in Texas.
If you think that I have missed an opportunity to explain anything that I should have, let me know in the comments, as well as other thoughts you've had about this post. These are just my personal thoughts and feelings. If you don't agree with them, I understand that. I'm still glad you took your time reading this post.
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minnesotafollower · 1 year ago
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Proposed New U.S. Restriction on Asylum Applications 
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reagent-leon · 24 days ago
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If I had any say in the development of The Outlast Trials, my plea to Red Barrels would be this: expand on the characters you’ve already got instead of adding new ones. Franco, the Pitcher, Amelia, Henrietta, they’ve all been great. But do you know what’s been one of my favourite updates? The one for the Imposter. Making them able to interact with players more. I was hanging out with one for quite a while in Kill the Snitch, thinking it was my buddy @cannibalizedcadavers. He even offered me a lockpick, and if Danny hadn’t picked up a key elsewhere in the trial at that exact moment, I would’ve taken the bait and gotten stabbed. I got out of there sharpish, but it was super unsettling being misled like that, much better than the telltale giggling they used to do. 
I feel like they should add new mechanics to the guys already on the roster, refine them a little, maybe even design alternative versions. There are supposed to be multiple Pushers, multiple Night Hunters, multiple Pitchers, and yet they all have the same voice lines and appearance. The Jaeger being unique makes sense because she’s Henrietta, and we know some of the other ex-pops have names, Frank, George, Danny, etc. But we see two heavy ex-pops die. The Black Big Grunt dies twice in Franco’s trials (that I can recall), first in Poison the Medicine, then again in Poison the Cattle. So, where does that fit into the timeline? I take it we’re supposed to assume it's a different Big Grunt. 
Teach the old dogs some new tricks instead of trying to distract us with new playmates. Refine some new mechanics or behaviours, even if they’re not strictly player-related.
I’ve always found it odd that ex-pops don’t react to one another, or at least not to the Prime Assets. I’m not asking for Prime Time-level dialogue, just something, especially from specialist ex-pops. I think they’d all have something funny to say about the Pusher, and the Pusher mistakenly thinking he’s still their doctor? Come on. Give me some chemistry between the characters. There’s a severe lack of interactivity within the game, both with the characters and their environments. Actually, I think it’s only Franco and maaaaybe Phyllis who mention there’s something weird about their respective trial environments.
The Prime Assets are supposed to be these charismatic leaders, but we never get to see Phyllis playing mother hen, Coyle playing drill sergeant, or Franco building up a new gang. There’s a lot of tell, don’t show, which made sense in the beginning. I admit that during Amelia’s Escape, I was hoping to see more of the Sinyala Facility. Specifically, I was hoping to get a peek at where they’re keeping the ex-pops when they’re not in active trials. I’m imagining an asylum-type environment, which at some point could be used as a map itself. Imagine trying to escape and instead winding up in a sleep room full of ex-pops who want you dead. I know the developers have talked about this before, but I’m sorry, with how volatile the ex-pops are, I cannot see them all getting along enough to be in a sleep room like the Reagents. There must be containment procedures, something to keep them more docile when they aren’t on patrol. 
Also, they fucking killed Clyde Perry. I was really hoping to see him in-game, even if he was just looking down on us like Wernicke, maybe hear some voice lines from him. But no. He’s gone. Wasted just to big up Henrietta’s arrival. It’s interesting that both Clyde and Henrietta were victimised by Coyle, and it was Henrietta who ended Clyde. I really wonder how the Jaeger will work in Coyle’s trial environments. Because surely she’d want revenge? She could crack him like a pistachio, especially with all her new enhancements. How are they going to keep Coyle safe? Just not let them out of the insertion gate at the same time? Seems reasonable, I guess. But they probably won’t think it through that thoroughly.
I wish that story informed gameplay in more ways than just introducing new hazards. I don’t need gas or frost. What I need is for the Prime Assets to bark at their underlings and call the Pitcher a creepy bastard. For general ex-pops to maybe keep their distance from Prime Assets, or risk friendly fire.
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So, as you probably guessed, I started writing this before the Jaeger was released (21st April, to be exact). And just as I suspected, there’s no new dialogue between ex-pops. I expected Henrietta/the Jaeger to at least hint at something to do with Coyle. Coyle’s voice actor, Julian Bailey, seems to be tied up with other acting work at the moment, so I suppose I can understand why we’re not getting anything new from him. But come on, there’s no hostility from the Jaeger towards him? Nothing about the man who is responsible for what’s happened to her? No long-standing fear of cops or men in general? 
Uuuuugh. I just wish it mattered more which ex-pops are actually in the trial, and that they acknowledged their surroundings. Phyllis mentions feeling like she’s living the same day over and over again, and that the doctors have “moved things around again”. But she was also the one to notice Amelia running around and that the rules were changing.
I suppose this is more of a vent piece than my usual analysis-style post. In between these big, story-altering events, I’d love it if Red Barrels would sneak in some little character updates, additional dialogue, maybe a few model changes. Something. Anything. Something more than just evidence documents.
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