Valkyrie Malison

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Drained water from places suffering from drought for absolute pennies.

Made African mothers dependent on their milk formula, which they gave for free, until their milk dried up. Then they required them to purchase it, mothers could not afford it, mixed in too little to fulfill nutrient needs, and mixed it with polluted water. Children died.

Used slavery to produce their cocoa.

Pushed for water to be considered a “want” not a “need” and is at the forefront of arguments that water is not a human right.

Poisoned Chinese infants with melamine in their milk formula.

Demanded Ethiopia pay a debt owed to Nestle, during a FAMINE.

Price-fixed food items.

Contributed to deforestation for their cocoa farming.

The worst thing is, Nestle owns TONS of other brands, making it difficult to avoid for certain products.

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Things Doctor Who should not be

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I started doing it when after brain surgery my husband had trouble forming responses to questions for a while, and realized that the habit was helping my students engage more truthfully with me.

Some examples:

Yes/No: “Did you clean up your room like I told you?”

This/That: “Did you clean up already, or do you still need to do that?”

Yes/No: “Are you going to sit quietly?”

This/That: “Are you ready to sit and do our quiet activity, or do you need some time by yourself first?”

Yes/No: “Are you doing anything fun for your birthday?”

This/That: “Are you having a party on your birthday, or are you going to relax?”

I think many children (and adults!) are averse to telling adults “No,” especially when a command is implied. (“Did you clean your room?” “Are you going to sit quietly?” Hmmm if I say ‘no’ I will be in trouble with the adult.) So they are actually pretty likely to just lie and say what they think you want to hear.

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

OH! 

It was 

The world’s longest goose chase and I think

The goose was chasing 

ME!

Had a sinking feeling

A woman’s intuition is never wrong

And - because I’m not a woman - I ignored it

Because everything hurts when it breaks slower

Yanks upon my heart 

Whistles dreadfully,

As it descends,

Digs claws in, rips 

with gravity and

Pulls

Pulls 

Pulls

Until I’m stretched and misshapen.

When? Where? Why? How?

Queries

Multiplying with my many maladies.

Everything bared; nothing answered.

How’d they let you think?

…

It’s dark out the window of obliviousness now

And I’m inside of illuminated oblivion,

Freshly abandoned,

Homeless now and left out cold. Busted up in a blender of toil and turmoil and seeking you only to find thin air

Seeking only for you to find thin air.

Chasing after your echoes like a fool.

You sent it and I took a long and 

measured breath

walked calmly upstairs

For downstairs didn’t know

(Lucky them)

But upstairs will.

Face level 

Composure serene

Got up the stairs, and crumpled into tears.

Spiked irregularities 

Spiked breathing

An incongruous shape

Tearing composure asunder.

Hated myself and the obvious

Because what would’ve fixed it was a hug and kind word from you.

Dragged myself into some semblance

Of a human

Blanched over rouged 

And went back downstairs 

Because what downstairs doesn’t know won’t hurt it but it sure will me.

…

Your trinkets are

Just dumb objects now

Devoid of all their splendour -

Much like you,

Who was such a gentleman,

Who is now just a lump of flesh

That couldn’t get its paws upon my genitals 

Every over-keen hold a slime slinking over my body.

How hard it must’ve been for you!

How hard you must’ve been for it!

Oh, but he was such a gentleman.

I spit on gentlemen. 

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

I’ll rehearse what I’ll say 

Take bites out of the air

Make a mauling of it

Slam into your effigy with my diatribe

An excoriating excavation of your character

And imagine that you just take it.

Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen.

Scream profanities down the line

Get done for defamation

String you up wrong

Paint your face 

In humiliation and 

Petrification,

Make you

A clown’s clown.

Got a word? Because I’ve got a few:

Absolutely frustrating, enraging, hapless, desultory, disheartening, letdown dickhead.

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

The excuse tastes sleazy on my tongue.

…

I’m typically a shrinking violet when it comes to immense emotions.

And the one time I turn my petals towards the sun

I’m reminded of how delicate they truly are

Limbs held up in supplication 

Shrivelling in the heat 

Of knowledge I can’t revoke

And exposure I can’t reverse

Once nourishment,

Now cancer.

How utterly mortifying.

At the end, 

A game of broken telephone.

Trouble obfuscating the airways.

Messages travelling miles, getting lost on the way 

Because there were 200 between us,

Proving 200 too many.

Now,

Run-on thoughts unfit for paragraphs 

The slow combustion of 

Managed decline turning me to a

Punctuation-less

Punctured

Weeping

Wound

I could talk about this forever.

You, probably never.

Too busy letting the cliff crumble,

Erosion our collapse

Writ large,

Letting me fall the rest.

The greatest disappointment:

Thinking we were on the same page,

When we weren’t even in the same book.

I hit every rock on the way down, by the way.

Feels all too common.

Made a monument of you, out of sand, at the bottom.

He talked more, 

and dissolved quicker.

I was happy to see him go

And apoplectic when you did.

You said so much without saying anything at all

And I just didn’t have the words.

For loose lips sink ships

And I’ll go down with this one.

“Gulp

Gulp

Gulp

Gulp”

That stupid cat sticker an affront to my patience.

Like putting in the wrong password, getting bludgeoned 

Over 

And over

And over again

Won’t let me in.

Maybe he’s part of a conspiracy theory

I’m too slow to unravel.

Maybe he’s the doorman and I’m wearing the wrong shoes.

Maybe he wants to keep you all to himself.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

We can leave it at that,

If I could at least speak to you, and not the cat.

There’s a

Hidden tiredness

Dragging his

Encumbered feet

Over the stones,

Death rattle ragged and rasping,

Presence heavy as the overcast skies,

Beset with awful premonitions

Yet tight in the lips.

As the knell moans out,

Sound disturbing the birds,

He reaches a booth

And instructs

Thus:

“A pale lily lingers 

Between your enjoined fingers

And what once was vivid

Dwells, lurid. 

That time of youthful splendour

Thou shalt be forced to render,

For one of ye shall break their silence,

Give voice to their mind’s violence,

And sweet peace shall fall - blessèd union, and all.” 

At the end of the line, 

Bowed lips pursed their displeasure.

They did not waste breath

For fear of unintended death,

Yet the receiver crackled and 

Hissed

And popped,

And gave out

Just as his

Breathing.

Stopped. 

Arrived too early

Too early to be here

Day 1 or 2, I 

Don’t remember 

Journey uneventful

Destination inconsequential 

Wrong clothes

But right feeling 

Bitter 

Unworthy

Walking on thin air

And fumes 

Not registering

Registration desk

ID

First time?

Definitely 

Fell flat

Sat

Blended in with the wall

Contemptuous

Existing 

Pleased and invited

No one

Not thinking

Thinking too much

Too many lights

Straining red

Green

Blue

Then

Funhouse phantasm

Dreadful crashes

Breakdown walkout

HORRIBLE

RAW

SOUND

UNARTICULATED THOUGHT

UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREAM

TARGETED

DIRECTIONLESS

ANGER

WHIPPED INTO 

A MELÉE OF 

UNFILTERED SOUND

COLLECTIVE ORGASM

PRIMAL SCREAM

UGLY, AND INSENTIENT

COMPOSURE IN ABSENTIA

NO BODY,

NO MIND,

A SMILE.

UNCONVENTIONAL

IRRATIONAL

LIBERTY

PURGE

GONE.

play another one.

I am but a puddle of blood 

Ugly, Splattered on the floor

Splayed out, limbs akimbo,

Reaching out, but never reaching you.

I am the puddle of blood you spilt

And you walk away from the mess.

Lust stained your fingers like rust,

Dyed my flesh where they sank,

And I jumped out of my skin.

I am blood, 

I am spilled pain,

Guilt in vivid technicolour.

I am my own pain

Sprung from my own veins.

The stain remains

And in my mind

It loops again.

Too lucky, too good to be true.

A good hand’s hard to come by. 

Got dealt a raw deal

When you called your own bluff,

Folded under pressure,

Split that ace right in two

And drove your foot straight down the middle

Because a heart wasn’t enough.

You told me King and Queen 

Was more your style

Whereas I’m someone you bend out of shape -

Not bend over.

I played the long game 

But didn’t play my cards right

And now,

I’m forced to leave the table.

When you find a Queen,

Oh, what a pair you’ll make!

You’ll rule over the deck

Give each other a quick peck

And maybe someday

(Hopefully one day)

I’ll follow suit.

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

OH! 

It was 

The world’s longest goose chase and I think

The goose was chasing 

ME!

Had a sinking feeling

A woman’s intuition is never wrong

And - because I’m not a woman - I ignored it

Because everything hurts when it breaks slower

Yanks upon my heart 

Whistles dreadfully,

As it descends,

Digs claws in, rips 

with gravity and

Pulls

Pulls 

Pulls

Until I’m stretched and misshapen.

When? Where? Why? How?

Queries

Multiplying with my many maladies.

Everything bared; nothing answered.

How’d they let you think?

…

It’s dark out the window of obliviousness now

And I’m inside of illuminated oblivion,

Freshly abandoned,

Homeless now and left out cold. Busted up in a blender of toil and turmoil and seeking you only to find thin air

Seeking only for you to find thin air.

Chasing after your echoes like a fool.

You sent it and I took a long and 

measured breath

walked calmly upstairs

For downstairs didn’t know

(Lucky them)

But upstairs will.

Face level 

Composure serene

Got up the stairs, and crumpled into tears.

Spiked irregularities 

Spiked breathing

An incongruous shape

Tearing composure asunder.

Hated myself and the obvious

Because what would’ve fixed it was a hug and kind word from you.

Dragged myself into some semblance

Of a human

Blanched over rouged 

And went back downstairs 

Because what downstairs doesn’t know won’t hurt it but it sure will me.

…

Your trinkets are

Just dumb objects now

Devoid of all their splendour -

Much like you,

Who was such a gentleman,

Who is now just a lump of flesh

That couldn’t get its paws upon my genitals 

Every over-keen hold a slime slinking over my body.

How hard it must’ve been for you!

How hard you must’ve been for it!

Oh, but he was such a gentleman.

I spit on gentlemen. 

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

I’ll rehearse what I’ll say 

Take bites out of the air

Make a mauling of it

Slam into your effigy with my diatribe

An excoriating excavation of your character

And imagine that you just take it.

Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen.

Scream profanities down the line

Get done for defamation

String you up wrong

Paint your face 

In humiliation and 

Petrification,

Make you

A clown’s clown.

Got a word? Because I’ve got a few:

Absolutely frustrating, enraging, hapless, desultory, disheartening, letdown dickhead.

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

The excuse tastes sleazy on my tongue.

…

I’m typically a shrinking violet when it comes to immense emotions.

And the one time I turn my petals towards the sun

I’m reminded of how delicate they truly are

Limbs held up in supplication 

Shrivelling in the heat 

Of knowledge I can’t revoke

And exposure I can’t reverse

Once nourishment,

Now cancer.

How utterly mortifying.

At the end, 

A game of broken telephone.

Trouble obfuscating the airways.

Messages travelling miles, getting lost on the way 

Because there were 200 between us,

Proving 200 too many.

Now,

Run-on thoughts unfit for paragraphs 

The slow combustion of 

Managed decline turning me to a

Punctuation-less

Punctured

Weeping

Wound

I could talk about this forever.

You, probably never.

Too busy letting the cliff crumble,

Erosion our collapse

Writ large,

Letting me fall the rest.

The greatest disappointment:

Thinking we were on the same page,

When we weren’t even in the same book.

I hit every rock on the way down, by the way.

Feels all too common.

Made a monument of you, out of sand, at the bottom.

He talked more, 

and dissolved quicker.

I was happy to see him go

And apoplectic when you did.

You said so much without saying anything at all

And I just didn’t have the words.

For loose lips sink ships

And I’ll go down with this one.

“Gulp

Gulp

Gulp

Gulp”

That stupid cat sticker an affront to my patience.

Like putting in the wrong password, getting bludgeoned 

Over 

And over

And over again

Won’t let me in.

Maybe he’s part of a conspiracy theory

I’m too slow to unravel.

Maybe he’s the doorman and I’m wearing the wrong shoes.

Maybe he wants to keep you all to himself.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

We can leave it at that,

If I could at least speak to you, and not the cat.

There’s a

Hidden tiredness

Dragging his

Encumbered feet

Over the stones,

Death rattle ragged and rasping,

Presence heavy as the overcast skies,

Beset with awful premonitions

Yet tight in the lips.

As the knell moans out,

Sound disturbing the birds,

He reaches a booth

And instructs

Thus:

“A pale lily lingers 

Between your enjoined fingers

And what once was vivid

Dwells, lurid. 

That time of youthful splendour

Thou shalt be forced to render,

For one of ye shall break their silence,

Give voice to their mind’s violence,

And sweet peace shall fall - blessèd union, and all.” 

At the end of the line, 

Bowed lips pursed their displeasure.

They did not waste breath

For fear of unintended death,

Yet the receiver crackled and 

Hissed

And popped,

And gave out

Just as his

Breathing.

Stopped. 

Arrived too early

Too early to be here

Day 1 or 2, I 

Don’t remember 

Journey uneventful

Destination inconsequential 

Wrong clothes

But right feeling 

Bitter 

Unworthy

Walking on thin air

And fumes 

Not registering

Registration desk

ID

First time?

Definitely 

Fell flat

Sat

Blended in with the wall

Contemptuous

Existing 

Pleased and invited

No one

Not thinking

Thinking too much

Too many lights

Straining red

Green

Blue

Then

Funhouse phantasm

Dreadful crashes

Breakdown walkout

HORRIBLE

RAW

SOUND

UNARTICULATED THOUGHT

UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREAM

TARGETED

DIRECTIONLESS

ANGER

WHIPPED INTO 

A MELÉE OF 

UNFILTERED SOUND

COLLECTIVE ORGASM

PRIMAL SCREAM

UGLY, AND INSENTIENT

COMPOSURE IN ABSENTIA

NO BODY,

NO MIND,

A SMILE.

UNCONVENTIONAL

IRRATIONAL

LIBERTY

PURGE

GONE.

play another one.

I am but a puddle of blood 

Ugly, Splattered on the floor

Splayed out, limbs akimbo,

Reaching out, but never reaching you.

I am the puddle of blood you spilt

And you walk away from the mess.

Lust stained your fingers like rust,

Dyed my flesh where they sank,

And I jumped out of my skin.

I am blood, 

I am spilled pain,

Guilt in vivid technicolour.

I am my own pain

Sprung from my own veins.

The stain remains

And in my mind

It loops again.

Blood has a very distinct smell and fresh blood especially is strong, even in pretty small amounts.

I just cleaned up a bunch of blood at my job from someone who cut their hand pretty badly, and while it wasn't tons of blood that dripped onto the floor, I could still smell it from a couple feet away before cleaning it.

The smell of blood would be absolutely suffocating, and there is no way to deny that smell, once that sub is exposed to air. Not to mention the possible smell of burning blood and radiation.

And like... you do get that that is kinda insane, right?

Because this is something that so often leads to suffering. And I am saying this as someone disabled, who had so many issues due to this in his childhood.

Just three examples: when I was 7, I was supposed to get checked for autism. My mother did not want an autistic child. Since she just could have a "neurotypical" child by refusing diagnosis, she did just that.

When I was 12, my mother had decided I needed a certain plastic surgery (one that had a minor health benefit, but still was largely a beauty thing). I did not want it. I really, really did not want it. We still went through almost the entire process until thankfully there was a doctor who went: "Wait, this is elective. I am refusing to do this on a child that does not want it."

And when I was 14 my mother refused to get me to the hospital when I had severe food poisoning. She refused me hospital treatment for almost two weeks. By the time I got actually taken to the hospital I was almost dead.

And here is the thing: all of this should just not happen. The doctor when I was 12 was cool, but... he refused to do the surgery because he had the right to make a conscience call. Legally my mother was in the right to force me into that elective surgery. And that just should not be the case.

A lot of children die and suffer due to their legal inability to consent - or refuse consent - to medical treatments. And I wish y'all would understand that.

twelve episodes, twelve contestants - a mix of annoying middle aged sci fi authors, fan fic authors and random people off the street

a variety of against the clock writing tasks, big finish scripts, ability to interact with actors without shouting at them and challenges where you have no budget or doctor for an episode

judged by solely by christopher eccleston

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

OH! 

It was 

The world’s longest goose chase and I think

The goose was chasing 

ME!

Had a sinking feeling

A woman’s intuition is never wrong

And - because I’m not a woman - I ignored it

Because everything hurts when it breaks slower

Yanks upon my heart 

Whistles dreadfully,

As it descends,

Digs claws in, rips 

with gravity and

Pulls

Pulls 

Pulls

Until I’m stretched and misshapen.

When? Where? Why? How?

Queries

Multiplying with my many maladies.

Everything bared; nothing answered.

How’d they let you think?

…

It’s dark out the window of obliviousness now

And I’m inside of illuminated oblivion,

Freshly abandoned,

Homeless now and left out cold. Busted up in a blender of toil and turmoil and seeking you only to find thin air

Seeking only for you to find thin air.

Chasing after your echoes like a fool.

You sent it and I took a long and 

measured breath

walked calmly upstairs

For downstairs didn’t know

(Lucky them)

But upstairs will.

Face level 

Composure serene

Got up the stairs, and crumpled into tears.

Spiked irregularities 

Spiked breathing

An incongruous shape

Tearing composure asunder.

Hated myself and the obvious

Because what would’ve fixed it was a hug and kind word from you.

Dragged myself into some semblance

Of a human

Blanched over rouged 

And went back downstairs 

Because what downstairs doesn’t know won’t hurt it but it sure will me.

…

Your trinkets are

Just dumb objects now

Devoid of all their splendour -

Much like you,

Who was such a gentleman,

Who is now just a lump of flesh

That couldn’t get its paws upon my genitals 

Every over-keen hold a slime slinking over my body.

How hard it must’ve been for you!

How hard you must’ve been for it!

Oh, but he was such a gentleman.

I spit on gentlemen. 

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

I’ll rehearse what I’ll say 

Take bites out of the air

Make a mauling of it

Slam into your effigy with my diatribe

An excoriating excavation of your character

And imagine that you just take it.

Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen.

Scream profanities down the line

Get done for defamation

String you up wrong

Paint your face 

In humiliation and 

Petrification,

Make you

A clown’s clown.

Got a word? Because I’ve got a few:

Absolutely frustrating, enraging, hapless, desultory, disheartening, letdown dickhead.

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

The excuse tastes sleazy on my tongue.

…

I’m typically a shrinking violet when it comes to immense emotions.

And the one time I turn my petals towards the sun

I’m reminded of how delicate they truly are

Limbs held up in supplication 

Shrivelling in the heat 

Of knowledge I can’t revoke

And exposure I can’t reverse

Once nourishment,

Now cancer.

How utterly mortifying.

At the end, 

A game of broken telephone.

Trouble obfuscating the airways.

Messages travelling miles, getting lost on the way 

Because there were 200 between us,

Proving 200 too many.

Now,

Run-on thoughts unfit for paragraphs 

The slow combustion of 

Managed decline turning me to a

Punctuation-less

Punctured

Weeping

Wound

I could talk about this forever.

You, probably never.

Too busy letting the cliff crumble,

Erosion our collapse

Writ large,

Letting me fall the rest.

The greatest disappointment:

Thinking we were on the same page,

When we weren’t even in the same book.

I hit every rock on the way down, by the way.

Feels all too common.

Made a monument of you, out of sand, at the bottom.

He talked more, 

and dissolved quicker.

I was happy to see him go

And apoplectic when you did.

You said so much without saying anything at all

And I just didn’t have the words.

For loose lips sink ships

And I’ll go down with this one.

“Gulp

Gulp

Gulp

Gulp”

That stupid cat sticker an affront to my patience.

Like putting in the wrong password, getting bludgeoned 

Over 

And over

And over again

Won’t let me in.

Maybe he’s part of a conspiracy theory

I’m too slow to unravel.

Maybe he’s the doorman and I’m wearing the wrong shoes.

Maybe he wants to keep you all to himself.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

We can leave it at that,

If I could at least speak to you, and not the cat.

There’s a

Hidden tiredness

Dragging his

Encumbered feet

Over the stones,

Death rattle ragged and rasping,

Presence heavy as the overcast skies,

Beset with awful premonitions

Yet tight in the lips.

As the knell moans out,

Sound disturbing the birds,

He reaches a booth

And instructs

Thus:

“A pale lily lingers 

Between your enjoined fingers

And what once was vivid

Dwells, lurid. 

That time of youthful splendour

Thou shalt be forced to render,

For one of ye shall break their silence,

Give voice to their mind’s violence,

And sweet peace shall fall - blessèd union, and all.” 

At the end of the line, 

Bowed lips pursed their displeasure.

They did not waste breath

For fear of unintended death,

Yet the receiver crackled and 

Hissed

And popped,

And gave out

Just as his

Breathing.

Stopped. 

Arrived too early

Too early to be here

Day 1 or 2, I 

Don’t remember 

Journey uneventful

Destination inconsequential 

Wrong clothes

But right feeling 

Bitter 

Unworthy

Walking on thin air

And fumes 

Not registering

Registration desk

ID

First time?

Definitely 

Fell flat

Sat

Blended in with the wall

Contemptuous

Existing 

Pleased and invited

No one

Not thinking

Thinking too much

Too many lights

Straining red

Green

Blue

Then

Funhouse phantasm

Dreadful crashes

Breakdown walkout

HORRIBLE

RAW

SOUND

UNARTICULATED THOUGHT

UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREAM

TARGETED

DIRECTIONLESS

ANGER

WHIPPED INTO 

A MELÉE OF 

UNFILTERED SOUND

COLLECTIVE ORGASM

PRIMAL SCREAM

UGLY, AND INSENTIENT

COMPOSURE IN ABSENTIA

NO BODY,

NO MIND,

A SMILE.

UNCONVENTIONAL

IRRATIONAL

LIBERTY

PURGE

GONE.

play another one.