#ATSA: extras

[paracosmic-sims]

Arielly Vespertinai: an entry for @simblorbo-bracket Sexyman contest!

Here comes a buff disabled hot gal with the wheel steel chair!!

I love my post-canon little blorbo more than anything else, you dont understand. I couldn't help myself but put entry her.

...I dont have much to offer as why you should vote for her other than: have you seen her? She could crush your head between her thighs. She could step on you with a metal leg. She has the prettiest brown eyes the world has seen. You could spend eternity kissing each freckle on her face and shoulders and back. Imagine being tired of walking and you have someone stong enough to carry you as passenger princess (regardless of gender lol) in her wheelchair. Isnt that perfect?

Arielly is adventurous, dance-machine and loyal. She's very stubborn, but a ride-or-die for the people she holds dear. She may or may not have an account for arson. She's the type of person whose friendship feels better than therapy. She will help you hide a body. She will kill a man for you. She will lavish you in gifts and attention and enough money to bail you out and pay for the best attorneys. She will not, in fact, realize you like her beyond friendship unless you directly shake her by her shoulders screaming this fact in her face. But its okay, she's just attraction-blind. Nobody's perfect, though her mix of sharpness and softness might lead you to believe that. Truly, the best of both worlds.

Look at that profile, though. Are you seeing that profile? Ethereal. Gorgeous. (Can you tell I love her yet? That regardless of anything, she's already a winner in my heart?)

🎵 Smash the competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment 🎶

Pretend I know how to shade muscles properly, please and ty (T-T). For some reason, even with maxed-out sliders in cas, you can barely peek at her abs and thigh muscles in-game.

I need everyone to see her. The world doesn't know what its missing by not seeing this amazing woman at least once in their lives. Have you seen her now? Truly, a blessing.

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed: Grand Opening

Damian Wayne x OC! Female

Material list

There wasn't a big grand opening, no ribbons, balloons, or cameras. One day, the door just opened, and a few people were sitting in the office waiting.

Asta sent the first family. A sixteen-year-old girl with her infant on her hip and her little brother holding her hand. She was skeptical at first, as she should be, what once it was explained that the place wasn't actually free and what the rules were she calmed down some.

Be respectful

Be involved

Be safe

Those were the basic rules, but she was given a handbook with further explanation of the rules as well as a basket of essentials when she was given her apartment, a fully furnished apartment.

"So, what am I doing?" she asked the man who had brought her to the apartment.

"Nothing. You're free for the first three days. Get your baring and settle in." he said

"No, thank you."

"I wasn't asking. You got kids. Worry about them." He said, regretting his ton immediately. He could see her getting sketchy again. " We want you to rest for the first few days and get comfortable. There is a daycare and career center downstairs we'll help you look for jobs and set the kids up for daycare."

"Get a job, then back pay to live here."

"No, but you'll work here. Keep the halls and community areas clean, do maintenance if need be, do office work, and possibly provide child care. You can live here for free, but you will participate in keeping this place running. "

She watched as her little brother quietly walked around the room, touching everything and anything, almost like he couldn't believe it was real. Honestly, she couldn't believe it either. " What's your name again?"

"Jason"

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"Looks good," Atsa said as she looked around as she walked with Jason. The apartment building now housed a little over a dozen families and individuals. Everyone took to the rules nicely pulling their own weight. As well as using the resources provided to them. However, people were still wary of the medical and social service center. The career center, tutoring center, and daycare were all being used.

"I didn't expect the garden to turn out so well."

"Oh, that was poison Ivy. I tried asking her about growing some fruits and vegetables, but she got curious and came to take a look. Once she realized what was going on, she got to work." The garden was overflowing with veggies and fruits, which the entire building was free to pick from as long as they agreed to help care for it as well.

Honestly, everything looked amazing.

"You were right," Jason said as they stopped by the daycare center. Watching the kids through the window. "About separating them."

"Separating them?"

"The normals from the junkies and whores. " he said bitterly.

"I never said that. I said-"

"I know what you said. And you were right. Having Junkies passed out in the hall and whores fucking their clients in the garden would certainly ruin the vibe." Plus, people deserve an escape from that kind of lifestyle. Children deserved a chance outside of that.

Jason had realized that when he had to put extra security on the building. A pimp had shown up looking for his girl. She had left and started a new lifestyle here, but he wanted his money. He could still hear the screams of the children as he bared in with reckless regard, looking for her. He had promised safety, and then this happened.

He was gone now.

"We can make a rehabilitation center for them. One that actually works. They can go to rehab, and then we can move them into housing like this." Asta said as she bumped his shoulder. "This is just the beginning."

They walked further down the hall as they listened to the joy around them. Joy is in the crime alley; who would have thought that?

Asta stuffed her hands in her coat pockets. " Damian has been helping me look for more buildings we could buy. More centers we can make."

"Yeah, he showed me-"

"Mr. Jason," a young man approached them. " Sorry, I just... can you help me please?" He held a textbook to his chest. He was one of the high schoolers.

"Of course."

"I'll see you later," Asta said as she made the way to the door.

Jason followed the young man to the tutoring center.

15 minutes later, he would go to the front door to pick up the coat she left behind.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

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After having his morning ruined, Harry meets the person who makes his favorite pies.

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Hi guys, I'm here with something else. Not sure where I'm going from here, but if anyone has a suggestion, I'm happy to hear it. Anyways enjoy.

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He had long ago discovered how annoying the planet Earth was. Although the one thing the humans had gotten right was food. For every delicacy Harry tried, there was always another on the horizon.

As of this moment he was ordering his usual breakfast, Apple pie and extra runny oatmeal.

“You can’t order that.” The waitress said boredly.

“Yes I can.” He then pointed at the menu. “ See. “

“How about this. We don’t have pie. So just get something else.”

Harry's eyes narrowed. “Dan! The rude waitress girl is lying to me!”

Dan knew this was coming. Not being prepared for Harry's oddities always brought on a argument. Making his way over, he tried to calm the situation. “She's right Harry. The pies haven't been delivered yet.”

With his morning already ruined, he thought everyone else should experience his annoyance. “Delivered, you have been lying too. What garbage have you been feeding me?”

Dan rubbed a hand down his haggard face, as the waitress left him to deal with Harry. “It’s not like that. We get them delivered from a local, who bakes out of her house. In fact it’s odd that she hasn't showed up.”

As he finished his explanation, Asta came through the door.

Harry was in front of her in a moment. “Asta, the pies are late!”

She took a step back, from his volume. “What?”

“ (Y/N) hasn't made her delivery yet. “ Dan said in answer. He knew the quicker Asta got involved, the faster Harry would calm down.

“Huh, that's weird. I don't think she's ever been late.”

This worried Harry greatly. What if the pies stop getting delivered all together! “We must see the pie maker.”

Asta nodded. “Yeah, a house call couldn't hurt. We’ll check it out dad.”

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She found it suspicious that Harry wanted to rush over to a stranger’s home. Until she realized what had started the conversation. So she decided to call out the alien. “So missing pie deserves a house call?”

His eyes flitted anxiously between her and the road. “That is not the only reason. Being the town doctor, I need to care for all my patients.”

“ Harry, last week you threw out Ben for over sharing in therapy. “

“He was being a baby. “

Asta could feel the starting symptoms of a migraine.

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As they arrived at the small farm house, they noticed the jeep parked in front. “Her car is here.”

Only a few steps were made towards the house, when a loud bleating caught their attention. Asta rushed to the barn behind the house and Harry followed after.

What they came upon was a bizarre sight. A full figured women kneeling next to a goat laying in the ground, surrounded by a large group of goats. She seemed to be panicing.

She noticed them and frantically said. “Thank goodness, could you help me. I think she's having a breech birth.”

They both made it through the group of goats and knelt next to her.

“Harry can you handle this? “ Atsa was already slipping into nurse mode.

Thankfully it didn't take much for Harry to be his usual demanding self. “I need a pair of gloves. “

“Here.” The woman said, handing them over promptly.

He slipped them on swiftly. “I will now reposition the baby. Have towels ready to receive.”

She already had them in her own gloves hands. “Got it.”

It went on like that, then working perfectly in tandem. Asta stood to the side in awe. She had never seen someone work with Harry so well. Most people wanted to choke him within a few sentences.

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“I honestly can’t thank you enough Dr. Vanderspeigle.” You said with a dazzling smile.

At least it was dazzling to Harry. He had never met a human, let alone being, that he had ever melded so well with. You seemed to have what the humans call a spark. He decided that he would not let you slip away so easily. “Call me Harry. We should exchange cellular numbers to remain in contact. You may have more goat needs.”

This offer was odd to Asta. Harry had never put himself out for anyone.

Beaming at him, you agreed. “Maybe you could go over some of your techniques with me over dinner. Tomorrow? “

“Yes. Make sure there is pie.”

As she nodded and smiled brighter, Harry knew this was the start of something new.

[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

Atsa lotta pussykats.

Holy shit - yeah. This happened. The night Harpo miraculously reappeared, I carried him up to the studio and went back down for some extra packets of food.

I left the door open, and in the minute it took to set the bowl down - EVERYBODY came inside. Feeding frenzy even though the gang had dinner a couple hours earlier…

I’m gonna need a bigger boat.

[mintyisms]

💗 Powerpuff Girls S2 Sentence Starters – Part 2 of 2 💗

My favorite! Liver and onions!

If we had some real talent, we could raise money. But we don’t.

Look, I’m no sugar daddy. Those days are over.

Little monkeys are too dumb to golf.

They’re asking questions, waving badges, and pointing fingers!

JUMPIN’ JEHOSAPHAT! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!

But the juicy stuff doesn’t even start until at least nine!

That’s it? The parade’s over? Where’s the floats? Where the giant 3-D cartoon character endorsement balloons?

And so once again the day is saved thanks to Benjamin Franklin’s suggestion of setting clocks back during the winter for extra daylight to conserve economic spending on candles.

That’s it! I don’t need to stand here and be insulted by an insulter such as yourself

Begone, you cheese puff!

Shoot me now, shoot me now, shoot me now!

Atsa spicy meatball!

What do you mean, just great? What about the giant furbag that’s eating the town?

See? I told you that kid’s weird. He’s talking to himself.

I’m sorry. I didn’t know he would be evil.

You don’t even know what cooties are.

I’m sensitive, you know.

Hey. . .forget the other bosses. Our allegiance is with you.

I take over as mayor and rule the world, and you will be my little houseboy and obey my every whim.

Ta-ta! I’m off to take over the universe!

I need to punch!

I’m happy, I’m driving, I’m happy and I’m driving.

I’m a monster, and I’m eating Joe. I do that.

I’m gonna hide under my desk like I always do.

With my magic banjo, I brought the beast to life!

Only the greatest scientific mind this side of the galaxy could create such a beast. And because I have yet to meet a greater scientific mind this side of the galaxy, I can comfortably say that sentence comfortably.

You two left me alone in a cupboard for two and a half hours.

Maybe you’re gonna throw your big shiny bucket at me.

And you know what? I hate everything!

Look at that family unity. It makes me sick!

As long as we have each other, we’re indestructible.

You drove my husband insane, you sent him to prison, but on top of all of that you ungrateful little brats ruined my dinner!

I couldn’t find any sugar, but I did find artificial sweetener.

I didn’t know where to get spices, so I got dirt and twigs and stuff.

Your sisters need you!

I was, uh. . .uh. . .just um. . .practicing my spelling.

It’s my blanket! It gives me the strength to be a great fighter!

You don’t need a stinky old blanket to fight!

I’m gonna lay out and work on my tan!

Get over here right away! I seem to have accidentally flushed myself down the toilet!

I’m just more aerodynamic than you. I don’t have big powder puffs to slow me down.

Sugar, spice, and. . .powdered rice?

As you raced through time, the whole world went to heck!

Don’t you see? I’ve already won.

Together you will be a wonderfully diverse and multi-ethnic superhero team, perhaps saving the environment or. . .whatever.

And you see? That’s why you should stay away from strangers.

Ooh, mama! This techno music is dope!

I was so afraid. . .I wish I could have called you sooner!

You know, we gotta stop meeting like this.

That woman is so fired.

Are you surprised by my tears? Strong men also cry.

YOU BROKE MY HAIR!

I would have gladly paid fifty million dollars for your safe return!

For the last time, it was not me trying to seduce you.

Who wants some tea? It’s my great-grammy’s secret recipe!

What did you think it was? Poisoned?

That’s right! Scream! Cower! Fear me!

You are now--dare I say it? Normal little girls!

[cattarattat]

Transportation Security Administration (TSA) = Security Theatre

(Security Theatre: practice of investing in countermeasures intended to provide the feeling of improved security while doing little or nothing to achieve it)

A MUST, MUST, MUST READ!!!

"Following the attacks of September 11th, Congress passed the Aviation and Transportation Security Act (ATSA), creating the Transportation Security Agency (TSA). The TSA replaced private security screening companies with one government agency. Since then, air travelers have bowed to pat downs, bans on water bottles and other inconvenient, intrusive procedures as the “new normal” at our nation’s airports. But does any of this make us safer?

Security Theater and the TSA

Security expert Bruce Schneier coined the term “security theater” to describe some of the TSA's procedures and screening practices. Security theater provides the appearance of enhanced security without actually making anyone more secure.

Since 9/11, the TSA has implemented new screening procedures on an almost constant basis. The structual problem with these new screening procedures is two-fold. First, these procedures are almost always in response to past threats, not in anticipation of future threats. Second, average Americans suffer the consequences for years to come in the form of ever-increasing screening procedures and lost time.

...The TSA's 95% Failure Rate in Rehearsals

Although security procedures have gotten more aggressive under the TSA, detection rates seem no better than they were before September 11, 2001. An undercover investigation by the DHS in 2018, found that the TSA had equipment or procedure failure more than half the time.

Numbers don’t lie. The TSA’s failure rate at weapon detection remains strong, which is likely 80% at some major airports. And during undercover tests, that failure rate increases. During covert tests conducted by the DHS in 2015, TSA agents failed to detect guns and fake explosives 95 percent of the time. In one test, an undercover DHS agent was stopped and received an "enhanced" pat-down search after setting off a metal detector, but the TSA screener failed to detect the fake bomb taped to the agent’s back.

The U.S. hasn’t suffered any major attacks since 9/11. However, incidents like shoe bomber Richard Reid weren’t thwarted by the TSA – they were stopped by watchful passengers.

How To SPOT a Terrorist

Since 2006, the TSA has spent more than $1 billion on training so-called Behavior Detection Officers (BDOs) who watch passengers for suspicious behavior so they can be singled out for extra screening at airports. The program is called Screening Passengers by Observation Techniques (SPOT).

The specific behaviors that BDOs are trained to look for are supposed to be secret, but a leaked copy of the behavior checklist includes fidgeting, sweating, yawning and “suspicious” eye movements. SPOT operates on a point system. Sweaty palms and whistling earns travelers one point. Arrogance, a cold stare and good posture earn travelers two points. Other indicators include a recently shaved face, looking at the floor, clearing your throat, and complaining about the screening process. Travelers who get enough points can be flagged for extra screening.

Since its inception in 2006, and after spending more than $1 billion, the SPOT program has only identified one man who could be called a terrorist.

...The Israeli Art of Conversation

Israel faces more terrorist threats than any other country in the world, yet their airport security is a model of sensible, measured response to a very real danger.

The screening process at Ben Gurion International Airport starts with a vehicle and bag inspection before passengers even enter the airport. Once inside the airport, passengers must pass through increasing layers of security, facing heavier and heavier scrutiny until they board. The level of technology at Ben Gurion hasn’t changed much since the 1980s. Metal detectors, X-ray scanners and bomb-sniffing dogs are still considered state-of-the-art.

Israeli security screeners approach passengers to ask about their travel plans as standard practice. If passengers' answers seem practiced or implausible, security personnel can order extra screening. Instead of a checklist, Israeli security screeners rely on intuition and the art of conversation to judge passengers’ intentions. Science bears this out as a more effective technique than a behavior checklist.

...Beyond Security Theater The TSA's poor performance record has led some airports back to the private screening companies that handled security before 9/11. Under the TSA’s Screening Partnership Program, an approval process that typically takes years, airports can hire private security screeners. The only requirement is that the private outfits maintain the same level of security as the TSA. More than 20 local and international airports have joined the program – with San Francisco and Kansas City already onboard and more set to join as the TSA promises waiting times will reach three hours at busy airports during the spring and summer travel seasons.

Private screeners at SPP airports have proven themselves to be more efficient and more effective than the TSA. A report by a House oversight committee in 2013 found that private screeners at San Francisco International Airport were much better at detecting prohibited items than TSA screeners at LAX, and wait times were shorter. As a result of the report, calls are growing in Congress to abolish the TSA and return to private screening companies."