#tw justin's death

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My sister was coming home from college and then we went on a murder spree. I think we were trying to see how many people we could kill without our parents noticing during a road trip vacation. We ended up dying because Justin Bieber (young one) swerved the car and we drove off a bridge.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau faced calls for an immediate ceasefire between Israel and Hamas during an unannounced visit to a Toronto-area mosque on Friday.

"Shame on you. How many more Palestinian children need to be slaughtered?" a woman in the crowd is heard telling Trudeau outside the mosque. "How many more before you call for a ceasefire?"

In a video provided to CBC News by a community member in attendance, Trudeau is seen inside the International Muslims Organization (IMO) Mosque in Etobicoke, Ont., trying to speak to the crowd. At one point, a man is heard yelling "Shame." Another man is heard asking Trudeau, "Do you condemn Israel?"

The Prime Minister's Office did not tell the media about the appearance in advance, which as of Friday evening had not appeared on his public itinerary.

The visit comes as more than 30 MPs have written a letter to the prime minister calling on him to advocate for a ceasefire between Israel and Hamas. [...]

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Tagging; @politicsofcanada

[br333]

Sad request , but what if something happened to Benson or Pam and one of them had to raise the kids on their own? 😢

8'[

[simspaghetti]

In the early hours of the 2nd day of Spring, April Blossom passed away, surrounded by the beloved members of her closest family.

[maurmondz38]

This yo jocks 💀🙏⁉️ (Pt.2)

[motherofplatypus]

These ziopigs hell dwellers wanted to commit two genocides at once. Really trying hard to be worse than the Nazi, are they?

[endlessthoughtsanddreams]

Honestly Justine sucks as a mom. I’m sorry but if you are such a poor parent that your young child can wonder across the city to her step-father’s apartment to commit suicide, and you don’t notice until her step-father brings her into the hospital, you are utterly awful.

Like, you were busy cheating on your second husband bc you felt lonely instead of spending time with your child that had a deadbeat bio-dad.

[acrossthewavesoftime]

Do you have any theories as to the cause(s) of Mary and Anne's obstetrical problems?

In fact I do, but II would like to preface my reply with several huge caveats:

This is all mere speculation based on historical information.

I'm not a doctor, so I have no authority to speak on medical issues of any kind.

Even a doctor could not form a concrete diagnosis based on what little historical circumstantial evidence there is; they would have to examine the person in question for that, which is naturally not really possible if we're talking about someone who died in 1694.

With that out of the way, here's what I think: It may not have been the same medical issue for both sisters. While Mary struggled to conceive, Anne's children often were stillbirths or died very shortly after birth. I know a lot more about Mary, though, than Anne.

Mary was married extremely young; she was 15, and just a few months shy of her 16th birthday when she was sure that she was pregnant. Now, the body of a person this young is absolutely not meant to be pregnant, and I wonder if that may have been a factor triggering the first miscarriage, with the rough carriage ride to Breda, where she wanted to meet her husband while the latter was on campaign, also factoring in.

As far as was reported, the miscarriage proved pretty hazardous for Mary's health, keeping her abed for weeks. To me, it seems likely that she may have sustained internal injuries that may have prevented her from ever successfully carrying a child to term.

There is an interesting detail that causes me to suspect that Mary and her physicians had a similar suspicion: In the late 1680s, Justine Siegmund was a guest at the court of the Hague.

Justine Siegmund, ca. 1690.

Justine Siegmund was the officially appointed midwife to the electoral court of Brandenburg, and had delivered a great many children of the German royalty and nobility, while still attending other births in the Berlin area.

Siegmund had initially started to become interested in gynecology and obstetrics after she had suffered a uterine prolapse at the age of 20. The midwives her husband had consulted had been unhelpful and diagnosed a false pregnancy (a diagnosis that was uttered in connection to Mary's last pregnancy, too), causing Siegmund to feel not taken seriously, and suffering a lot of pain as a result of not receiving adequate medical care.

Following her own traumatic experience, Siegmund trained to become a midwife herself in order to improve conditions for other women.

She rose to become the city midwife of Legnica in 1670, and in time was appointed to the court of Brandenburg by Friedrich Wilhelm "The Great Elector" in 1683.

Said elector had been married to Louise Henriette of Orange for his first marriage, who had been William's aunt. The elector had also played a role in William's guardianship during his minority, and of the Brandenburg children, William had reportedly been pparticularly close with the oldest, Karl Emil, who died in his late teens. Friedrich, the next eldest brother, would become the first King in Prussia and became elector in 1688, the same year his father died and Justine Siegmund may have arrived at the Dutch court.

Given her prominent position as court midwife, it looks as if Friedrich sent Wiliam and Mary Justine Siegmund for a consultation. Their struggle to conceive was discussed openly enough among their family; Sophie von Hannover, for instance, also weighed in on it in letters.

For Justine Siegmund, the trip to The Hague must have been a professional success; not only did it prove that the electoral court held her in high esteem, the Netherlands, and especially the medical faculty at Leiden, were the ideal place for a medical professional to meet new people and exchange ideas. Among her contacts, and contributing anatomical engravings for the handbook for midwives Siegmund was writing, was Govard Bidloo, who in 1695 would be appointed to the unenviable post of personal physician to William III.

What made her so special among other midwives of her age was not just her position at court: while it was customary for midwives to be women who had born a child of their own, Siegmund never had any children.

She also, and this is where things get quite interesting, performed medical interventions that went beyond monitoring pregnancies and assisting during birth. Indeed, what first caught the eye of male medical doctors of the time was not a particularly difficult birth she helped to bring to a successful conclusion, it was the removal of the Duchess of Legnica's cervical tumor.

So while her official title was that of a midwife, Siegmund's expertise was also in the field of gynecological surgery.

To me, it would make perfect sense that Siegmund was sent from Brandenburg to the Netherlands in order to examine Mary, and, if possible, perform an operation on her to 'fix' whatever prevented her from having children.

In time, Siegmund returned to Brandenburg. What she may have discussed with Mary and William remains mere conjecture, but I would consider it likely that she informed them of the impossibility of another pregnancy due to the injuries Mary had sustained a decade earlier.

So, all things considered, I think that Mary was a victim of marriage politics; although it is mere conjecture, it seems likely that, had she been married later, and thus had started to try for a baby at a somewhat more advanced age (say, in her early 20s), the chances for a successful pregnancy, birth and subsequently healthy mother and infant would have been drastically increased.

As for Anne, I reach the limitations of my deducting based on historical circumstantial evidence. I simply have not come across enough sources pertaining to Anne's reproductive health yet, and don't have the medical background knowledge to speculate with reasonable certanty on possible conditions.

Perhaps her lifestyle (which was an inescapable cycle of never ending pregnancies, being therefore prescribed to rest and good food being one of the few things she could indulge in at the time) may have contributed to her struggling with giving birth to a healthy child; to this day, doctors will (and are in some places even mandated to) warn expectant mothers who fall into a medical definition of being overweight that their weight might impact the development of their child adversely.

This is very likely not the sole reason and more of an additional, contributing factor, but it is the only speculation on the subject of Anne that I can comfortably express without veering into the realm of half-baked, and uninformed conjecturing.

Perhaps someone with a much more sound combination of medical and historical knowledge would like to add some commentary or criticism on this?

[solargifs]

Fun fact! Did you know the character being strangled is Justin Roiland?

[lthrboy]

I had a dream last night that my friends and I were special agents and we were infiltrating guard towers in enemy territory. Whenever we'd take out another tower, my friends would simply shoot the enemy soldiers but I'd pin one of them down and torture them to death with my knife. Not necessarily for information of course (torture is fun, isn't it?), though if they did spit some up, it was appreciated. I remember my friends being clearly horrified but I thought it was incredibly fun! :)

Oh yeah and eventually the enemies found out about our sabotage mission. I remember seeing a bounty on us in the newspaper, remarking gleefully about the all the bodies I mutilated. I also thought it was convenient that they're sending more victims to me instead of me having to go look for them.

Wow I dreamed a whole whump prompt, definitely gonna rewrite this into a proper drabble/oneshot at some point (never, bc I don't have the time lmao)

[kyra45]

imse7en is a scam account

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ladouceurr142 is the name shown.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@coreofgold

Hagrid smiled when he saw Prince Justin. "Prince, I'm happy to see ye." It had been hard for him knowing the man had died, but he was happy they were stills friends. "How are ye doin'?"

[storiecraft]

Justine is a "glass half full" kind of girl until her death. When she returns, she struggles with this mentality. She is still as kind as always, and loyal to a fault, but sometimes she struggles to see the good in others the way she used to. She struggles to maintain her optimism, but realism often takes hold. On her worst days, she borders on nihilism and/or pessimism.

[melancoliefatale]

💀 -Seeing a dead body (justin)

Justin walked in the alley with some groceries while profiting of the soft air of spring , changing from the chilly one of March, even the stars was showing up the dark night. But his reveries were cut short when he heard something falling, like bag��and another noise he couldn’t quite describe.

then blood was expanding on the ground and Justin could feel his heart drop. But he cannot see the person and needed to come close to see if they’re okay.

so he approached after putting his bag against the wall and walking with precaution feeling the more and more unwell and the florist was ready to talk, asking if they are okay before seeing the corpse.

his blood ran cold as Justin watched with a blank face, he couldn’t feel his finger or feeling his legs they were like numb. And the smell it was-

He needed to lean against something and without knowing, Justin was against the wall breathing heavily while his eyes was getting teary. « Oh god… » he whispered in a soft gasp.

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

Some circumstances of Justin leaving his family home

There was never anything he'd want to see in his brother's room, but he couldn't stop himself from stepping in some days when no one else was home, gently opening drawers and checking under the bed, riffling through papers. There were various cassettes around, old feathers and bones, stains Justin made a disapproving face at as he turned his attention to more important things, picking up a stack of photos bound in an office clip shoved toward the back of his desk drawer. Justin didn't recognize the girl, that was the first piece he focused on, sitting down to flip through the stack a few times before starting to take in other details. She looked young, and was tied to the bedpost and beaten long before being raped. Where were these taken? Justin didn't know the room. Had it been a friends house, her own? The thought gave a sick feeling to his stomach as he pocketed the photographs, taking a deep, slow breath as he continued his search for a minute or two longer with shaking hands.

He needed to leave. There was nothing else for him here.

Justin lingered at the doorway, a hand on the frame as he stared at his brother's bed. When he was younger, his room had been some sort of office. He was never exactly sure, all memory of it being hazy except for the fact that it'd always seemed barren. They'd roomed together for awhile. Justin letting him have top bunk as they told stories and laughed through the night, only quieting down when their father banged on the wall, complaining the next morning about how loud they were. Things were always carrying in that house and that trend seemed to continue in this one. Sounds, smells, you could almost tell when someone was home by the heat of the doors. When had it gone so wrong?

He realized he'd made a mistake as voices began rising, his own being the loudest for a time as his mother stood to one side of his brother's room, having only offered a handful of words so far awhile his father stood in front of him, calling him a liar. Everything else that was mixed in came back to that point. That he was a liar.

Even when he had proof. Photos, remnants of animals and various missing posters for "Fluffy" and "Princess." Between the three of them- his brother coming into the room with a sneer, one that somehow implied he was below all of them. That he was filth. Wrong- they produced things he'd never even known about. It didn't matter. "Mom?" He had killed people! People! And that was all okay? They didn't see a problem with that? What had they done? Justin realized he truly had no idea, because he'd just thought it'd been his brother, pulled in by a bad gang. But dad was saying how proud of him he was and Justin suddenly had no clue. Everything he'd thought had only been the top layer of snow across a huge iceberg.

And he wasn't going to be going anywhere or telling anyone. . .

[justine-the-guillotine]

About a month ago, I found out two different, formerly-very-close-but-since-estranged, people to me passed away recently.

I found out one because I randomly decided to check my FB message requests and saw a request pending from her husband who actually reached out to me almost immediately after it happened: "I know you two didn't talk anymore, but I thought you should know--"

She died because of her health conditions and ailments and not wanting to fight anymore.

We were no longer talking because despite having a very intense best friendship over ten years ago, we had a huge falling out that felt like betrayal and she hurt me so much I decided to never forgive her. We connected only twice afterwards.

The other one I found out about because I just had a sinking feeling and I went searching for it. And I found what I was searching for. He died, ironically, coincidentally, sadly, in-a-way-that-had-nothing-to-do-with-me, on May 27, 2023. I was out of town and having one of the best nights of my life.

I can't find the exact cause of death for him (rather, I did not dig deep enough) but it was likely an overdose. The last I heard of him was he wanted to get clean and couldn't. He just couldn't. He missed his mom a lot.

We were no longer in touch because, even though he was the love of my life in our teenage years before we both realized he was gay gay, not bisexual, it can be difficult to stay in touch with people you love when drugs and a town you both were hurt so much are involved. After high school, we drove around town together when we were in college. I would meet his mom. A couple of years later, a mutual friend made it so he could surprise me at a birthday dinner. The next time I saw him was in a YouTube video when someone profiled him for his addiction.

Finding out about these deaths were ... Interesting, to use possibly the most basic word I could to describe something that is so much more than that. I had already mourned these two people leaving my life back when they were still alive. Do I mourn them again, knowing now it is permanent? Am I even allowed to mourn them again, knowing I didn't try harder to keep either one in my life?

I am different (matured, grown, weathered) nowadays in many ways but the same in some. I sometimes wish I would fight harder for people to stay, but nowadays I don't push people away if they come seeking me out again. How can I hold grudges when life is so fragile, so fleeting, so constantly changing. We are always different people. We are always the same people.

Both of these people had loved ones who mourned them after they passed. They didn't need me. They didn't miss me at their death beds. I likely wasn't a thought to either one. Or maybe that's something I would like to believe. I don't know what is more arrogant. These were once two very important people to me but who knows if it was reciprocated. If our time together was still thought about for either of them. Maybe it's just me who doesn't forget or doesn't really move on from people I love(d). I don't even know who else entered their lives after I was no longer in it. I don't know who else was able to stay for them. Who else was there for them. Who is actually allowed to mourn them.

I do know neither one have visited me in my dreams and I think that's where I should leave it. Both of them done with me even after they died. It's okay, it's their right. I'll continue to think about them anyway.