secondshipgirlsquadron:

fleet-admiral-red:

secondshipgirlsquadron:

fleet-admiral-red:

secondshipgirlsquadron:

“Akemi!” Tempest jumped. “Yeah, everything’s fine! Um… how much of that conversation did you hear?” She asked bashfully.

The voice had certainly caught her off guard, to say the least.

Akemi flashed into existence across from the trio, the faint purplish glow of her teenage-looking avatar highlighting her soft smile.

“Technically, since we’re conversing together, I heard all of it. As the central AI, I hear everything on this Starbase.”

A slim hand went over her avatar’s heart. “But rest assured, Tempest. Respecting the personal privacy of you and all other personnel is one of my highest directives. I will keep this secret from Aegis, until and unless you give informed consent to release it.”

Tempest shared a quick glance with her sisters.

“All right. Don’t tell her yet.” She decided. “It has to come from me, I think.”

Certainly a brave decision. A faint blush crossed her cheeks at just the thought of it, but she was committed now. It was something she wanted to see through.

Akemi’s warm gaze turned wistful as she laced her fingers together on her lap.

“I’ve seen many romances across all my time here, some of them interesting and some others…spectacular. I can’t claim to predict how things will turn out, Tempest, so I shall simply say…good luck.”

Dawn gave a thumbs up to the AI, who simply returned it with a nod and an acknowledging smile. “Hear that, sis? Akemi’s rooting for you too! Your fellow wing…uh…wingwoman? Wingmind?”

To Dawn’s slight confusion over the appropriate term, Adana and Akemi both chuckled.

Tempest giggled as well.

“Thanks, Akemi. I guess I have a few people who want to see this through now, right?”

{Don’t forget me as well} Adrianna chimed in. 

“You know I wouldn’t, Adri.” She grinned, whilst also putting an arm around each of her sisters.

Both Dawn and Adana enjoyed another moment of warm, familial closeness with their beloved oldest sibling. Akemi had simply began fiddling with a bunch of small holoscreens.

It wasn’t long before Dawn frowned and quietly pondered something, though.

“Y’know, sis…uh, Tempest. I don’t know if you noticed it too, but we haven’t met any of Aegis’s sisters, have we?”

Adana gave Dawn an incredulous look, before sighing. “You forgot so soon, sis? Aegis was the only one of her class to ever manifest like we did. She doesn’t have any siblings with her.”

The youngest carrier looked down, murmuring now. “Not like we do with Tempest…”

Akemi ceased her idling, raising her head to give the three her attention again. “Adana is correct. To date, Aegis remains the only Titan to manifest as a shipgirl.”

Dawn kept any reply she might have made to herself, as thoughts suddenly came to the surface of her mind. Uncomfortably solemn thoughts.

brancadoodles:

Makhanbaaz.

(Click the images to see the translation)

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@for-general-madness​ and I are learning each other’s native languages and we exchange info in Very Important Topics such as: Tacky endearments.

Thanks for the inspiration and for the help, Nox!

Ko-fi

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Bonus:

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(I love you, my light)

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EDIT: @ourcrazym was kind enough to write some comments about Sombra’s Hindi, as a native speaker also and with knowledge in Hydebaradi Hindi.

I’m not changing the original comic because it’s a lot more hysterical to think Sombra’s unwillingly murdering the language as Satya “the perfectionist” can’t correct her as it’d mean she’d be responding. Important to notice that all those endearments are very tacky/cheesy and I love all of them and I’m using them with my friends as I learn Hindi in my snail pace and you’re not stopping me.

anotherdayforchaosfay:

thecringeandwincefactory:

meowren:

malchay:

So, I looked in the comments, expecting to see discourse or historical background etc, but I found none. Therefore, I decided to learn more and add background. Apparently this machine was used because of polio because polio paralyzes your lungs. According to the wiki article on this bad boy, patients would spend two weeks in there sometimes. They still have these machines, though much, much more modern but they’re barely used at all anymore: “In 1959, there were 1,200 people using tank respirators in the United States, but by 2004 there were only 39. By 2014, there were only 10 people left with an iron lung.” (x)

I’ve read about one man who still lives in an iron lung. He taught himself how to breathe again by gulping down air, but it’s quite laborious because of the paralysis. His name is Paul Alexander, and he’s a lawyer. He’s 71 years old and has spent 65 years in an iron lung. Wild, right? He’s been working on a memoir that he was inspired to write by the recent resurgence of cases of polio caused by anti-vaccers.

Source: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.cbc.ca/amp/1.4414081 (can’t hyperlink because I’m on mobile, apologies)

It’s amazing to me to recognize that we only defeated polio in this past century – that my mother’s father had it (he got lucky, it only deformed his feet and thereby kept him out of a couple wars); my mother got the big vaccination that left her upper arm scarred; and by the time I was vaccinated, polio basically didn’t exist. My grandfather must have been born like around 1900, so – in the space of less than 75 years, this was no longer something that parents dreaded the possibility of every summer.

Polio still thrives in a lot of countries, including India.  I watched a documentary about it Netflix.  The disease runs rampant in well-developed countries, and with more people traveling around the world there is more exposure to this and many other diseases.  When polio survivors in India were interviewed and asked about the anti-vaccination movement in the USA they had this look of total disgust and shock.  Idiot anti-vaxxers are placing a death sentence on their children, would rather they die or have permanent scars and disabilities, would rather listen to lies about vaccinations causing autism. 

We had a big round of whooping cough tear through this tiny town I live in.  Children DIED because they were too young for the vaccination.  The people who caused this, the carriers, are anti-vaxxers.  No idea what happened to them.  One child died because the coughing broke a rib and damaged their lungs.

Some polio survivors have had to live in an iron lung their entire lives because the vaccination wasn’t readily available.  Now the vaccine is and it’s fools and idiots sentencing the most vulnerable to a painful death because of ignorance.

Could somebody be a paramedic if they were missing a forearm?

scriptmedic:

andreashettle:

scriptmedic:

Y’know, sometimes a question comes along that exposes your biases. I’m really, really glad you asked me this.

My initial instinct was to say no. There are a lot of tasks as a paramedic that require very specific motions that are sensitive to pressure: drawing medications, spreading the skin to start IVs. There’s strength required–we do a LOT of lifting, and you need to be able to “feel” that lift.

So my first thought was, “not in the field”. There are admin tasks (working in an EMS pharmacy, equipment coordinator, supervisor, dispatcher) that came to mind as being a good fit for someone with the disability you describe, but field work….?

(By the way, I know a number of medics with leg prostheses; these are relatively common and very easy to work with. I’m all in favor of disabled medics. I just didn’t think the job was physically doable with this kind of disability.)

Then I asked. I went into an EMS group and asked some people from all across the country. And the answers I got surprised me.

They were mostly along the lines of “oh totally, there’s one in Pittsburgh, she kicks ass” or “my old partner had a prosthetic forearm and hand, she could medic circles around the rest of her class”. One instructor said they had a student with just such a prosthesis, and wasn’t sure how to teach; the student said “just let me figure it out”, and by the end of the night they were doing very sensitive skills better than their classmates.

Because of that group I know of at least a half-dozen medics here in the US with forearm and hand prostheses.

So yes. You can totally have a character with one forearm, who works as a paramedic for a living.

Thanks again for sending this in. It broadened my worldview.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Organization of nurses with disabilities: http://nond.org/

Association of medical professionals who are deaf or hard of hearing: https://amphl.org/

When I was growing up, I was around people who were mostly pretty good at staying positive about my range of career options as a deaf person and who encouraged me to dream big. But one of the few things I was told that I likely couldn’t do would be to be a doctor. This is because they weren’t sure how to work around the “need” to listen to certain things through a stethoscope. No, it didn’t have a real impact on my career-related decision making because I didn’t really have an interest in the medical professions anyway, my interests took me in other directions. But it was one of the few limits that some people put on my vision, and even though it didn’t have a practical impact on me I still felt the constraint a bit – just the idea that something random like a stethoscope could potentially shut me out from an entire field.

Now flash forward to when I’m in my 20s, back when I was interviewing people and writing articles for a university staff/faculty publication and alumni outreach magazine. And one day I find myself interviewing a deaf EMT for an article I was writing on deaf women working in various professions related to the various sciences. And this deaf EMT had a specialized stethoscope designed to be SO LOUD that even I, a severely to profoundly deaf person, could actually hear a beating heart or the sound of nerves working! And that was with putting the buds for the stethoscope directly into my ears, which meant that I actually took out my hearing aids in order to listen instead of having to figure out how to get headphones to directly funnel sound into the eeny tiny microphone in my hearing aid.  The kind of headphones designed with buds going directly into the ear just DO NOT WORK FOR THAT, period full stop. And most things designed for hearing people DO NOT WORK for deaf people because they only use the little bitty baby amplification that hearing people use to protect their incredibly fragile ears that start to hurt at just about the point I’m starting to be able to hear that there even IS a sound to be heard. Hearing people run in terror from the kind of BIG LOUD amplification that us deaf people need. (Unless they are the kind of rock music fans who think all good music ends with actual, noticeable hearing loss at the end of the concert.) And on top of that, most things designed for hearing people naturally don’t compensate for the fact that I hear low pitch sounds MUCH better than high pitch sounds. Meaning, I can actually hear low pitch sounds if they are amplified loud enough, but for high pitch sounds – well, the first 32 years of my life they basically didn’t exist in my life, for the past 14 or 15 years the only reason I can hear high pitch sounds is because these days, with the advent of digital (not just analog) hearing aids, it’s now possible to have hearing aids that take high pitch sounds and process them so they sound like low pitch sounds. So this is what water sounds like! When it’s processed so that it’s actually something I can hear.  But somehow this stethoscope–invented when (most? or all?) of us deaf folks were still wearing analog hearing aids–managed to be loud enough for me.

Until the deaf woman EMT loaned me her stethoscope for a minute and explained it to me, I didn’t even know that you could actually hear the nerves working, not just the heart or breath in the lungs! And never imagined actually hearing it myself

And the deaf EMT told me that, for deaf people who really can’t hear anything at all even with that LOUD stethoscope, there are other machines to pick up basically the same information that you can get through a stethoscope. And she also pointed out that’s a fairly small part of being a doctor or EMT, anyway. You don’t have to be able to use a stethoscope to join the medical professions.

And … somehow, even though I had never personally actually wanted to be a doctor anyway, and still don’t want to, and still don’t miss having tried it, it was still so awesome realizing that this one last barrier that had been put on my old childhood imagination could just fade away.

People need to know.

PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW.

That people with disabilities can do all kinds of things

THAT people with disabilities ARE ALREADY DOING all kinds of things.

Because … on one hand, yes, there are a FEW things that people with certain disabilities actually can’t do. They do not yet have driverless cars on the open market for everyone to buy, so until that’s ready, blind people still can’t do jobs that by definition have to involve driving (like taxi cab driver, bus or truck driver, etc). And deaf people can’t be phone operators. And although deaf people could translate between written languages, and although there are certified deaf interpreters who translate between signed languages (yeah that’s an actual thing), people who are really deaf (and not just a little hard of hearing) can’t interpret between spoken languages on the phone. 

But most of the things that people THINK are impossible for people with disabilities to do?  Can be worked around with the right technologies, devices, software, adaptations, and a little resourcefulness and creativity. 

More people need to be like @scriptmedic, meaning they need to do the work to actually research the options and find out what is already being done. And they need to talk with people who have the actual disability to see what ideas they have. Because we often have a lot of these ideas, and we often see some of our supposedly more “innovative” ideas as being actually rather boring and ordinary because we’ve been doing them since before our memories even start. Just by example – As far as I can tell, from the bits I know (I’ve only known a few adults without hands at all well), many babies born without arms seem to just naturally do all kinds of things with their feet instead, because that’s what they have to explore the world with. It seems like a “gee whiz” creative answer for people who haven’t needed to adapt to life without arms, but isn’t so innovative from the perspective of an adult who has been doing all kinds of stuff with their feet literally since infancy. As a deaf person who has been using writing as a tool of communication since, like, age 7 or something, it baffles me when I still occasionally meet hearing adults who seem to find the idea remarkable. And all that is before you even get to the stuff where we have to actually work to come up with a solution, by drawing upon more sophisticated adult experience, knowledge of available technologies, and opportunity to talk with other adults with similar disabilities who are working to solve things too. We usually have a lot, a lot of practice working to come up with solutions for things we haven’t tried before, so we are often likely to see solutions that everyone else misses–and not just for disability related accommodations.

People with disabilities don’t want to set themselves up to fail any more than anyone else. So if they seem to believe there’s a way for them to do it, you should give them a chance to show you, or explain what they’ve already been doing in the past, or explain what they’ve seen other people with the same disability do, or explain what ideas they have that they would like a chance to try out. Don’t just assume and then stop trying. Talk to us.

This. All of this.

Are you looking at creating a disabled character? Then you need to think not about what they can or can’t do, but about how they might approach the same task with different tools at their disposal.

Don’t say “X can’t do Y or Z”. First, ask, “what is actually NEEDED to do Y? What’s the process? How could I adapt it?”

I’ll be the first to say that medicine is an ableist community. We are. We almost have to be, because the whole point of medicine is to reduce disability and disease. We assume total health is the baseline, that other states are “abnormal” and to be corrected.

And sometimes that leads to misunderstandings. Misconceptions. False assertions.

And I’m going to tell you this, because I think @andreashettle would like to know this: I am, functionally speaking, a person with “normal” hearing. (I have a very slight amount of loss from working under sirens for a decade, but functionally I do just fine).

But you know what? I’ve never heard the sound of nerves. Never. I didn’t even realize that that is a sound you can hear.

So you, with your deaf ears, just taught me something about a tool I use every. single. day. of. my. life. About a sound I’ve never heard, with my “normal” ears and my “normal” stethoscope. (Okay, it’s a pretty kick-ass stethoscope, lezzbehonest rightnow.)

And for the love of all that is holy, I want to see these characters in fiction. Deaf doctors, one-handed medics, bilateral amputees running circles around other characters just to prove that they can.

I apologize for my misconception, for assuming that disability meant “can’t”. It’s a cultural part of medicine that I dislike. But now that I know it’s a thing I want to see it everywhere.

But if you’re going to do it… do the godsdamned research. Have respect for those who live with disabilities. Write better. Write real.

And above all? Write respectfully.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

secondshipgirlsquadron:

fleet-admiral-red:

secondshipgirlsquadron:

“Akemi!” Tempest jumped. “Yeah, everything’s fine! Um… how much of that conversation did you hear?” She asked bashfully.

The voice had certainly caught her off guard, to say the least.

Akemi flashed into existence across from the trio, the faint purplish glow of her teenage-looking avatar highlighting her soft smile.

“Technically, since we’re conversing together, I heard all of it. As the central AI, I hear everything on this Starbase.”

A slim hand went over her avatar’s heart. “But rest assured, Tempest. Respecting the personal privacy of you and all other personnel is one of my highest directives. I will keep this secret from Aegis, until and unless you give informed consent to release it.”

Tempest shared a quick glance with her sisters.

“All right. Don’t tell her yet.” She decided. “It has to come from me, I think.”

Certainly a brave decision. A faint blush crossed her cheeks at just the thought of it, but she was committed now. It was something she wanted to see through.

Akemi’s warm gaze turned wistful as she laced her fingers together on her lap.

“I’ve seen many romances across all my time here, some of them interesting and some others…spectacular. I can’t claim to predict how things will turn out, Tempest, so I shall simply say…good luck.”

Dawn gave a thumbs up to the AI, who simply returned it with a nod and an acknowledging smile. “Hear that, sis? Akemi’s rooting for you too! Your fellow wing…uh…wingwoman? Wingmind?”

To Dawn’s slight confusion over the appropriate term, Adana and Akemi both chuckled.

A Warrior’s Shame/An Idol’s Pride, closed RP with Fleet-Admiral-Red

howlofthewolf:

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The lustful admiral broke off from a kiss to Yuki’s neck momentarily, giving the succubus and Wolf a sultry wink as she adjusted her tone to be dripping with velvety huskiness.

“Oh, I know he wants to join in. Feel free, Wolfie, feel free…”

And with that, Red(F) returned her attentions to Yuki, lifting a leg carefully as she pressed her most intimate spot against the succubus’s own.

How To Write An Interesting Deity

saviorgoddessastrid:

So, I get some commentary about how Astrid’s an incredibly well-written deity OC, and I have a couple of friends who I talk to about our mutual frustrations with how folks generally RP or just write deity OCs.  Given how I am a guy who wants others to improve, I’m going to detail how to come up with a deity that folks are going to be actually interested in.  Fair warning, this is a lot simpler than it sounds, and most of it is going to be under the cut due to the length.  So, let’s begin, shall we?

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secondshipgirlsquadron:

“Akemi!” Tempest jumped. “Yeah, everything’s fine! Um… how much of that conversation did you hear?” She asked bashfully.

The voice had certainly caught her off guard, to say the least.

Akemi flashed into existence across from the trio, the faint purplish glow of her teenage-looking avatar highlighting her soft smile.

“Technically, since we’re conversing together, I heard all of it. As the central AI, I hear everything on this Starbase.”

A slim hand went over her avatar’s heart. “But rest assured, Tempest. Respecting the personal privacy of you and all other personnel is one of my highest directives. I will keep this secret from Aegis, until and unless you give informed consent to release it.”

A Warrior’s Shame/An Idol’s Pride, closed RP with Fleet-Admiral-Red

howlofthewolf:

fleet-admiral-red:

howlofthewolf:

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Red(F) didn’t answer with words, merely continuing to kiss Yuki and grind herself against the succubus, all the while making very lewd whimpers and squeals.

She cared not that Wolf was watching. As long as he enjoyed himself, she didn’t mind giving him a good show.

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Wolf would find himself in for quite a surprise when Red(F) lightly linked with both him and Yuki, sharing and amplifying the sensations of physical ecstasy that the two women felt.

It was enough to drive any red-blooded male to a sexual frenzy, as Red(F) could attest through her encounters over the years.