#net safety

[internetsafetyposts]

aaaahhh i forgot about my project here!! well since im here, here's...

Internet PSA #2, Scams!

Whether it be via email, social media, or tumblr asks you should be suspect of offers of money, or requests to donate to causes.

Unfortunately people who would like to exploit you are out there! And this isn't something new either! Scams over the internet have been going around ever since the public first had access back in the 90's.

How can you protect yourself? Well, for example, if you get a ask on tumblr, (or dm on other media platforms) requesting to donate to an urgent cause, perhaps someone claiming they need help buying their insulin, do some investigating into their account.

Look out for inconsistencies with their name/family member names.

Look at date stamps on posts. Does it look like they posted 50+ things in one day? Are reblogs/reposts coming from seemingly random points in time?

Is there a lack of other posts? or do they perhaps reuse the same post over and over?

Look into the site they use for donations, does the location match with where they say they are? (eg: "I'm close to g@za" but the donation site says texas.)

And same goes for offers of money

Do. Some. Digging!

And remember, NEVER give someone your debit/credit card numbers, and never give someone the password to your paypal/cashapp/chime/etc.

And definitely don't donate to someone without verifying first that they're not posing as someone else/a made up person.

As much as many of us would like to have faith that people are genuine, do look out for people with not-so-honest intentions.

That's it for today! See you next time and remember,

Be safe while you browse!

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[mo-mode]

I love how the live action movie highlighted for me just how fucking insane Hiccup’s secret was to outsiders.

Like imagine you’re training for some kind of self defense/extermination course because your town has a huge reptile problem. People die from deadly snake and lizard infestations every single day and there’s this one guy who’s dad is the head exterminator but the kid is just such a pain. Like nepo baby to the fucking max. He fucks up their pest control work all the time, makes his mistakes everyone else’s problems, and can’t even say thank you to the people who help him not die because he’s such a whiny little brat about it!! And he has the gall to say shit like “oh yeah I can actually kill a Black Mamba single-handedly.”

Now SOMEHOW he gets the honor of training for their extermination team, right? (Clearly only because of his dad.) It’s a huge badge of pride to most people, and he doesn’t even take that seriously! Everyone else is throwing themselves into the work, already having studied the dangers and safety measures required to handle the deadly venomous snakes and lizards, and he apparently never read the fucking textbook?! He’s not even paying attention, nearly getting himself killed, asking the dumbest questions every day, and then he just runs off the moment class is over like he doesn’t even want to be there.

But THEN halfway through training he’s suddenly just inventing shit on his own and it’s working???? Like he’s still completely disregarding their rules and safety protocol, doesn’t even wear gloves when handling venomous reptiles, but he’s just casually wiping the floor with their asses and he offers no explanation whatsoever. He still doesn’t want to be there. And everyone’s so confused as to how that happened, right? A lot of people are reconsidering their own methods, thinking this could be a new era for their small town’s extermination efforts, but he seems so dismissive and even bothered by the idea?

Only to learn he’s been domesticating a Black Mamba in his spare time!!!! AND HE GIVES IT SCRITCHES

And his reasoning? “Well, personally, I think they make good house pets.”

[keferon]

The tac net crash chapter is one of my favorites so far~

Ah and. Guess what. I just discovered that including this post, I made 50 pieces of fanart for Mistakes on mistakes until.. I’m so sane and normal about this story can you tell👍

[marzipanandminutiae]

thoughts on "tradwives" as a 19th-century social historian

It's great until it's not.

It's great until he develops an addiction and starts spending all the money on it.

It's great until you realize he's abusive and hid it long enough to get you totally in his power (happened to my great-great-aunt Irene).

It's great until he gets injured and can't work anymore.

It's great until he dies and your options are "learn a marketable skill fast" or "marry the first eligible man you can find."

It's great until he wants child #7 and your body just can't take another pregnancy, but you can't leave or risk desertion because he's your meal ticket.

It's great until he tries to make you run a brothel as a get-rich-quick scheme and deserts you when you refuse, leaving your sisters to desperately fundraise so your house doesn't get foreclosed on (happened to my great-great-aunt Mamie).

It's great until you want to leave but you can't. It's great until you want to do something else with your life but you can't. It's great. Until. It's. Not.

I won't lie to you and say nobody was ever happy that way. Plenty of women have been, and part of feminism is acknowledging that women have the right to choose that sort of life if they want to.

But flinging yourself into it wholeheartedly with no sort of safety net whatsoever, especially in a period where it's EXTREMELY easy for him to leave you- as it should be; no-fault divorce saves lives -is naive at best and dangerous at worst.

Have your own means of support. Keep your own bank account; we fought hard enough to be allowed them. Gods willing, you never need that safety net, but too many women have suffered because they needed it and it wasn't there.

[nando161mando]

America's safety net is becoming one big hole.

[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

batman & robin - "trust your partner to catch you when you fall"

"just close your eyes, remember your training... and trust your partner to be there for you." batman/nightwing: bloodborne (2002)

"what know what the key is to a good trapeze act? letting go... trusting that there's someone on the other side to catch you." detective comics (1937) #1074

"i always know the hands that will catch me." nightwing (2016) #100

"...because i've always had someone to catch me if i fell." nightwing (2016) #79

batman: legends of the dark knights (1989) #100

"i got you, kid. i won't let you fall--" nightwing (1996) #105

"when we were up on those ropes, there was no mom, no dad, and no son. we were partners... we were equal. each one of us made sure the others didn't fall. i didn't get to keep my promise. and i know i swore an oath to you... i know that this is dangerous. but just like my parents, we're more than partners... we're family. and i'm never going to let my family fall again." batman: urban legends (2021) #23

"and yet, watching them... their trust... he saw something for the first time." the boy wonder (2024) #1

"i've got you." nightwing (1996) #25

"you okay, robin?" the boy wonder (2024) #1

"we aren't just there to catch batman before he falls. he catches us." robins (2021) #5

"you caught me?" "always." batman: shadow war omega (2022) #1

"my job isn't to train you to make the same decisions i'd make. my job is to catch you, until you decide for yourself." batman and robin eternal (2015) #22

"robin! hang on!" "come on, girlie! reach! farther! or get ready to do the gotham splat! i got it! now hang on, and pray he can hold us both. but he's batman, so of course he'll hold us. it's official! i love this man!" robin (1993) #128

"out on the precipice. about to leap. knowing someone would catch you. not your mother. not your father. someone with a foot in the dark. just like me. someone who used fear as a weapon. batman." nightwing (2016) #2

"robin!" nightwing (1996) #? (written by devin grayson)

gotham knights (2000) #1

"dick. i didn't fall. i jumped. i jumped because i knew you'd catch me." nightwing (2016) #8

"and i try to pay bruce wayne back by doing for others what he did for me. by being their net. by catching them before they hit the ground." nightwing (2016) #1

batman and robin (2009) #9

red robin (2009) #12

"how'd you know? how did you know i'd be there to save you?" "you're my brother, dick. you'll always be there for me." red robin (2009) #12

"it's all right. everything's all right." "i just... wanted to... help." gotham knights (2000) #58

batman/superman worlds' finest (2022) #6

"but the trapeze is not a solo act" detective comics (1937) #1074

"it's always been about catching people when they fall." nightwing (2016) #29

we are robin (2015) #7

[internetsafetyposts]

Internet PSA #1

For our first psa, I will start with the topic of location.

So what's the big deal with sharing your location? A lot actually.

So many of us have at least a friend or two that shares everything including where they are and where they're going. which seems harmless, right? Wrong!

To you, the close -or decently close- friend, it doesn't mean much. I mean what are you going to do with your friend's location? But what about the internet? That's where things can get not so safe.

Say, you post a picture of a route on a map you're going to take. You zoom it out and cross out the city names. seems good to you! but that location dot on screen is enough. Your city, and the part of it you live in can be found -and easily too!

Why's it important to keep your location secret? Because cyber stalking exists and is very hard to predict. And you don't want a cyber stalker to become an irl stalker.

What information tips people off? Well a lot of simple, little things so I would suggest you avoid posting:

Maps screenshots.

Street signs.

License plates.

Names of local businesses.

Landmarks.

Your town/city name if it's a small area.

Location data from photo geotagging.

and more.

You can protect yourself by refraining from posting personal information online, and to remove such data from images, preferably with an app for photo editing. I suggest ibis paint x if you're on a phone. Also make sure that you turn off geotagging.

That about wraps up our first ever PSA! Feel free to reblog and share.

See you next time, and remember:

Be safe while you browse!

[aq2003]

i feel like he's choosing his words carefully bc he doesn't want it to blow up in his face but personally i think he should be legally allowed to kill the tory politicians making his criticism of them the center of their campaigns

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[delilahsturniolo]

— ♡ safety net . . . m.s

in which . . . matt helps you through your anxiety

warnings . . . panic attack, crying, thoughts of not being good enough, comforting, angst and fluff.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

POSITIONS WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #7

it starts like a whisper in the back of your mind, quiet. almost nothing. a single, stupid thought that spirals into a storm. you’re sitting on your bed, legs crossed, the room dark except for the soft glow of your lamp. your phone’s in your hand, screen lighting up with a photo you took of matt last weekend, him in the sunlight, smiling at you like you hung the moon.

you should feel calm. safe. loved, but tonight, something’s wrong. you can’t breathe right, your chest is tightening, heartbeat spiking like it’s running from something you can’t name. and it’s always like this, isn’t it? out of nowhere, no warning. just panic, crashing through your ribcage like a wave you didn’t see coming.

your breath stutters.

your hands tremble.

you drop your phone, and it thuds onto the comforter. you clutch the fabric under your palms, like maybe if you grip hard enough, you’ll stay grounded. but everything’s spinning, the walls feel too close. your vision blurs, you can’t breathe. your chest aches, your throat burns. your mind is screaming.

“what’s wrong with you, what’s wrong with you? pull yourself together, you’re pathetic.” were the kinds of thoughts running through your head. your body curls in on itself. your jaw clenches, and you feel the tears before they fall, hot and fast down your cheeks. the panic wraps around your lungs and tightens its hold, leaving no room for oxygen, no room for reason.

you’re alone.

that thought breaks you. it cracks something inside your chest so hard you flinch. and then you do the only thing your fingers remember how to do, you reach for your phone with shaking hands, open your favorites, and tap matt’s name. it rings once. twice. your hands are cold. your breath’s a mess. your heart is going to give out right there in your chest.

“hey,” he answers, voice soft. tired. but instantly alert. “baby?” you try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat. a broken sound escapes, half sob, half breath. his tone shifts immediately. “woah woah, baby? what’s going on? talk to me, love.” you finally force out words, choked and barely there. “i’m—I can’t—I don’t know what’s happening, i can’t—i can’t breathe, i can’t—”

“okay, okay. slow down, baby. just stay on the phone with me, alright?” you hear keys. movement. urgency. “i’m coming to you. right now.” you press the phone tighter to your ear like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality. his voice is the only thing keeping you here. “can you lie down?” he asks, gentler now. “just for a minute. you’re safe, okay? just breathe with me.”you curl back into the mattress, arms wrapped around yourself like armor. your skin feels too tight. your head’s spinning.

“in for four,” matt says. “you’re doing so good, baby. in. one, two, three… four. hold. and out. slow.” you try. you do. your chest still stings, but his voice is steady. over and over, he counts. he speaks. he reminds you that you’re safe. that you’re not alone. “i’m almost there, love. just hang on for me.” the tears won’t stop, but the worst of the grip is loosening. the panic hasn’t vanished, but it’s not choking you anymore. and then…three knocks.

you don’t even hesitate. you pull the door open and he’s there. matt, hoodie thrown on over a white t-shirt, sneakers half-tied, hair a mess, and eyes so worried it makes your knees weak. you collapse into him. his arms wrap around you instantly, strong and warm and certain, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you breathe. you really breathe. he presses his lips to your temple. holds you tighter. doesn’t let go.

you don’t even realize you’re sobbing until he’s guiding you back inside, one hand on your back, the other cradling your hand. “i’ve got you,” he whispers, voice barely more than a breath. “i’ve got you.” he sits with you on the edge of your bed, rocking you gently like he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he lets go. his fingers trace patterns on your back. slow, comforting, patient. “do you want to talk about it?” he asks softly, when your breathing starts to steady. “not yet,” you whisper. “just… stay.”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

you stay wrapped in his arms for a long time. minutes, maybe hours. he doesn’t move. just keeps holding you, letting you cry, letting you exist. he brushes the hair from your face, rubs slow circles into your shoulder. “i hate that you went through that alone,” he says finally, voice cracking a little. “you don’t ever have to do that again.” you nod again, still curled into him. “i didn’t know who else to call.” he pulls back, just enough to make you look at him. his eyes are soft, but serious. “i’m the one you call. every time. no matter what.” you swallow hard. “i felt like i was falling. like i was going to disappear.” he cups your face gently. “then let me be the one who catches you. let me be your safety net.”

and he is. in every way.

© delilahsturniolo

[saywhat-politics]

By Marcia Brown07/06/2025 07:00 AM EDT

Updated: 07/06/2025 10:52 AM EDT

Food banks say they are wholly unprepared to feed millions of Americans when Republicans’ cuts to traditional federal safety net programs take effect.

The GOP’s megabill slashes more than $1 trillion from the nation’s largest food aid program and Medicaid, with some of the cuts taking effect as early as this year. Low-income people grappling with higher costs of living could be forced to turn to emergency food assistance.

[reasonsforhope]

"Indonesia’s new government started an ambitious project on Monday [January 6, 2025] to fight malnutrition by feeding nearly 90 million children and pregnant women that is expected to cost $28 billion through 2029, although critics question whether the program is affordable.

The Free Nutritious Meal program delivers on a campaign promise by President Prabowo Subianto, who was elected last year to lead the nation, which has more than 282 million people and Southeast Asia’s largest economy. He said the program aims to fight the stunting of growth that afflicts 21.5% of Indonesian children younger than 5 and would raise the income of farmers.

Subianto has pledged to accelerate GDP growth to 8% from 5% now.

In his inauguration speech in October, Subianto said many children are malnourished. His promise to provide free school lunches and milk to 83 million students at more than 400,000 schools is part of a longer-term strategy to develop the nation’s human resources to achieve a “Golden Indonesia” generation by 2045.

“Too many of our brothers and sisters are below the poverty line, too many of our children go to school without breakfast and do not have clothes for school,” Subianto said.

Subianto’s signature program could cost upward of 450 trillion rupiah ($28 billion) by the end of his term in 2029. He said his team has made the calculations to run such a program, and “We are capable.”

The government’s target is to reach an initial 19.5 million schoolchildren and pregnant women in 2025 with a budget of 71 trillion rupiah ($4.3 billion) so as to keep the annual deficit under a legislated ceiling of 3% of GDP, said Dadan Hindayana, the head of the newly formed National Nutrition Agency...

Nearly 2,000 cooperatives will be involved in the free meals program by providing eggs, vegetables, rice, fish, meat, milk and other food, Cooperative Minister Budi Arie Setiadi said.

On Monday, a truck carrying food arrived at SD Cilangkap 08, a primary school in the Jakarta satellite city of Depok. The 740 students were provided rice, stir-fried vegetables, tempeh, stir-fried chicken and oranges.

“We will send a team to each school to facilitate the meal distribution to students every day,” Hindayana said, adding that the program will provide one meal per day for each student from early childhood education to senior high school, covering a third of the daily caloric needs for children, with the government providing the meals at no cost to recipients...

According to the 2023 Indonesian Health Survey, the national stunting prevalence was 21.5%, down around 0.8% from the previous year. The United Nations Children’s Fund estimated that one in 12 Indonesian children younger than 5 suffers from low weight while one in five is shorter than normal. Both conditions are caused by malnourishment.

“That’s so bad and must be solved,” Suwarso said. “Child malnourishment has severe consequences, threatening the health and long-term development of infants and young children throughout this nation.”"

-via Time, January 6, 2025

[itsabouttimex2]

Dumb little headcanon I’ve had rattling around:

The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain share the feelings of whomever their master is… which currently happens to be Sun Wukong.

What he feels, they feel. What he thinks, they think.

It’s an instinctual, ritual link between the de-facto king of the mountain and his fuzzy little subjects.

If there’s a certain way he’d like to act but restricts himself from, the monkeys acts on those instincts without refrain.

If he likes someone? They like that someone, too.

And if he really likes someone?

Well.

So. One day Wukong goes missing. Maybe heads out with a goal in mind and stays out a little longer than he expected.

It’s an inherent magic that can’t be turned off or delayed. As long as at least one person is on the mountain, the monkeys have a king.

So, without the Monkey King on Flower Fruit Mountain, there’s only one other person that responsibility can fall onto, only one person who reasonably can serve as (temporary!) ruler of the mountain.

Macaque.

Without his knowledge, he’s been given the “reins” to FFM, which now seems to bend to his whims as he pleases, showering him in convenient stretches of shade to brood and whine under, tossing peaches and bananas into his open hands, peeling pebbles from before his step with each foot forward.

But it goes a little further than even that.

Now the local little fireballs acting like the resident wet rat, pouting and kicking rocks as they grumble in their little monkey language, cowering from the sun and conversation and generally being unpleasant and annoying.

Until Sun Wukong comes back, that is.

And the transfer of power from ruler to ruler on the mountain goes a little slower than usual, and suddenly all these sullen little monkeys are flying into his arms with squealing hoots, nuzzling his cheeks, pressing little monkey kisses to his nose and ears.

After all- they feel the same way that their master does.

[pointandshooter]

Ashburn, Virginia

photo: David Castenson