#Avoid Giving Remote Access

[rebeccathenaturalist]

So this is a really creative solution to a pernicious ecological problem! The short version is that arid ecosystems like deserts are quite fragile. For example, many have soil that is covered in a thin biocrust that can be damaged just by walking or driving on it. And because life needs water to grow and recover, these super-dry ecosystems may not be able to repair a footprint or tire track for over a century.

However, arid ecosystems are often some of the least understood because they can be difficult to access. And they suffer from P.R. issues because deserts are often seen as "bad" ecosystems full of death and nothingness, and because we do legitimately want to avoid the desertification of other native habitats.

In order to raise awareness and appreciation of these landscapes, biological surveys that tally the living beings found there help show how biodiverse they can be. And when we know more about how abundant or scarce a given species there is, it gives us more impetus to protect them, especially those that are at risk of extinction.

These paramotorists were able to fly across Peru's lomas (coastal fog deserts), which primarily receive scant amounts of moisture from mist. They collected plant samples to take back to scientists, carefully recording where they were found. And because they were able to fly long distances, they could minimize the amount of time their feet were on the ground and therefore minimize their impact on the local ecology.

At a time where it seems every interaction between motorized technology and nature is a negative one, this is a pleasant departure. yes, of course we wish we weren't in a place where we have to be worried about increasing extinction and other ecological woes. But let's take the wins where we can; the morale boost is crucial to being able to keep looking toward a better future.

[slasherslittlesimp]

Cursed (Avengers X Reader)

PART ONE

Dark circles rest beneath your glazed (E/C) eyes that stare blankly ahead in an unfocused daze. Your hair is greasy and unbrushed, having not been touched in quite some time. Your hands are trapped against your sides as the black leather straight jacket you're forced to wear prevents them from moving- To prevent them from tearing the muzzle from your face.

Due to your rather strong and problematic ability, your captors keep a rather tight muzzle on you at all times. It's controlled by a small handheld device that can unlock it from a distance which allows them to give you access to your ability without putting themselves in harms way. Usually they stick you in a secure room with whoever it is they need you to use your ability on before allowing your muzzle to fall off so you can do as instructed. Once the task is complete, they wait until you place the muzzle back on before retrieving you and returning you to your small room.

The muzzle is high tech not only due to the fact it can be removed remotely, but also because it can cause you immense amounts of pain should it be attempted to be removed in any other way. You learned the hard way that trying to pry it off with your hands will lead to strong volts of electricity coursing through your face, the pain damn near killing you. Since then you've been forced to wear the black straight jacket to keep you from trying again. Not that you would.

You're an extremely useful asset to them- probably the strongest that they have. While they don't particularly care about your comfort or most basic needs, they do care about keeping you alive for as long as possible. Anything that could be a risk to your life is always kept far from you almost as if they think you'd be willing to take your own pathetic life. You wouldn't, but they don't really believe that.

It's why you're almost always strapped and muzzled like a wild beast. The only times your arms and mouth are free is when they need you to do your job or when you're eating. They always send in an agent to undo the straps of your jacket to allow you minimal use of your hands- so you can eat and put your muzzle back on on your own. Once the muzzle is secure on your face once again, the same agent will come back to restrain you once again. You've spent most of your life with your arms folded up in the restricting jacket that it almost feels unnatural to move them in any other way.

You've no idea how long it's been like this, either. Since your capture, you haven't seen the outside world except for handful of times- though that was long ago. Since then not even a passing glance through a window. You've been confined to the same small section of the base only moving between two rooms that are separated by a long hallway. There's dozens of other doors along the walls of the hallway yet you've never once been through any of them. You've also never seen them be opened. It makes you wonder if there's even actually anything in those random rooms.

You're pulled back to reality when you hear voices outside of your room. Their voices are quiet and somewhat muffled but if you focus hard enough you can almost make out what it is that they are saying over the sounds of the alarm. You don't recognize the voices, but then again there's hundreds of agents in this horrendous group and you know that you haven't met more than a few.

"Are you stupid?!" One of the voices sounds almost exasperated as they hiss the words at whoever it is they're talking to.

"She can help!" The other person argues, his voice slightly louder than the others.

"Help who? Because as far as I'm concerned she's more likely to help them." You can tell that he's trying his best to convince the other person without raising his voice. He's likely trying to avoid detection since you know he probably isn't supposed to be in your section. "We wouldn't stand a chance if we released her and she decided to help them."

"We don't stand a chance regardless!" He sounds almost desperate as he practically pleads with the other man. "She's our only chance! We're screwed without her!"

There's a slight noise you can't identify before the other man responds. "Do you honestly think that the asset will help us fight after everything that has been done to her?"

"Maybe we should let her free regardless. I mean, she's a human being and yet she's treated like a damn dog. I think we should let her go with them." His voice is soft as he speaks to the point where you can barely make out what he's saying.

"We'd be killed for that. Are you really willing to throw your life away for some girl you've never even met?"

The question is met with silence, leaving you unaware of what's happening outside of your door. All you know is that apparently the base is under attack and that there's a chance that whoever it is will save you. That is unless you decide to fight against them should you be released from your restraints. If you are released, you're almost certain that you'll remain neutral, not helping either side as you hate using your powers.

The next thing you hear is a commotion outside of your room which sounds a lot like people fighting. You're unsure if the two men from before are still out there or not but if they are then they will likely lose the fight against whoever it is they're facing. If they were scared enough to consider releasing you then their opponents must be quite strong.

The fight outside your room lasts for a few minutes, the grunts and yells being the only sounds until everything suddenly goes silent. The sudden silence is disrupted by doors opening and closing as whoever remains searches through the rooms. You're unsure what they're searching for but whatever it is they're looking for must not be in any of them as they quickly move to the next room.

They grow closer and closer to your room, the sounds of the doors growing louder until they stop right outside of your room. You stare at the large metal door blocking you from whoever it is outside of your room, waiting patiently to see if they're going to open it or not. For some reason they seem to be taking longer to open it compared to all of the other doors. Is there a difference between yours and those ones? Perhaps. You've never noticed it if there is.

You can't help but to flinch slightly as the mechanical lock whirs before clicking loudly. You instinctually hold your breath, fearing that it may be one of your caretakers coming to collect you. The handle slowly turns as if taunting you before the door finally swings open allowing you to fully hear the blaring alarms.

A woman you've never seen before steps into the room, her eyes instantly landing on your figure as you sit on the edge of your bed. You stare at her with dull eyes, sending a shiver down her spine- something that she doesn't normally experience no matter what she's facing. Her brows furrow slightly as she examines you, her mind likely racing.

Her eyes trail from your messy hair to your muzzle, then down to your leather straight jacket and torn baggy pants before landing on your dirty bare feet. Her gaze then flickers quickly around your room, taking in the bare minimum that is inside the concrete cell. All there is in your room is your thin lumpy mattress which sits on a wire frame and a dirty metal toilet in the corner with a sink on the back of it.

"I've found something you might want to see." Her voice is low as she speaks, likely talking into her comms that connect her to the rest of her group. You can't hear whatever the person on the other side says but she nods before informing them of her location.

After that she takes a step further into the room, seeming slightly hesitant to get any closer to you. Despite the fact that you obviously would be unable to effectively fight her, she's still wary since she has no idea what you're capable of. It's quite obvious that you must be at least somewhat powerful if they've gone as far as to both muzzle and restrain you.

"Are you alright?" She questions as she keeps her gaze locked on you. It's a question you haven't heard in a long time- nobody here cares how you're doing. What they care about it whether or not you can do your job. Slowly, you nod, letting her know that you are fine and willing to interact.

She doesn't say anything else to you as somebody else comes down the hall, calling what you assume is her name. She shouts back, letting them know which room she's in. A few seconds later a man comes into the room, his eyes on Natasha before flickering over to you. He seems surprised, his brows raising slightly.

"We weren't informed of there being anyone other than agents and scientists here." The man murmurs as he steps forward to stand next to Natasha. "Any idea who she is?"

Natasha shakes her head as she crosses her arms over her chest. "I haven't found the servers yet to download their files. What should we do, Cap?"

"We take her with us for now. I doubt she'll be able to do anything while wearing all of that." He gestures at you as he looks over your restrictive outfit.

Natasha nods in agreement before moving forward. You try your best to keep from flinching as she gets closer, your eyes warily watching her. She watches your reaction for anything negative as she reaches forward before her small hand wraps around your bicep. You allow her to pull you to your feet, her grip tight to keep you from running. She leads you from the room as the both of you follow after the rather large male as he makes his way down the hall to check the remaining rooms.

You personally have no idea where the server room is so you can't really help them- not like you'd be able to vocally inform them anyways. You're all just blindly wandering from room to room, you watching them both skillfully take out any agents in their way before moving on. Finally, after what felt like hours of walking around, you all stumble into the server room where towers and computers fill the room with a blue glow.

"Let's see what secrets we can find today, shall we?" Natasha smirks as she steps away from your side to plug a drive into one of the towers. You know that the first thing she'll look at will be your file. You can only hope that her and the man she called Cap are better people than the ones you've spent most of your life with.

Part Two

[jmtorres]

i just saw a post about how we just have to "live with" covid and wanting more protections from our government is unreasonable because we'll never wipe it out, it jumps species and is in all sorts of animal populations (like, true ok) so why even try to

and apparently the argument was aimed at people (who I haven't seen in the wild) who are arguing we should still be in lockdown. and i have mixed feelings about the idea of extended lockdown or attenuating isolations; but my main feeling at this point is not that the government should keep us apart but that the government should be trying to make it safer for us to be together

things the government could/should be doing about covid:

we know that ventilation/air movement helps a shitton. we should be incentivizing upgrades to ventilation systems in all public buildings with shit like rebates or tax deductions, while phasing in eventual legal requirements. (and uh. it has occurred to me that the US might actually be doing this sideways by there's currently this decade enormous tax incentives in re energy efficient upgrades for slowing climate change and you know. energy efficient hvac does tend to improve ventilation. extra point to biden here.)

mandatory paid sick leave so workers aren't under social or economic pressure to work when sick

passing out RT-LAMP tests like metrix that actually work instead of the rapid antigen tests that have become less and less reliable as the virus mutates

i don't know how you'd write this law but like 95% or more of computer-based work can be done remotely and companies should not be allowed to force people to return to the office. I know there's people who want to be back in person and I'm not saying they should be forced to stay home but ffs I know of at least two people CLOSE to me who worked remotely before the pandemic and at some point their workplaces tried to tell them they weren't allowed to do that anymore despite the pre-existing contracts. stop canceling remote work for people that want, need, or prefer it.

for that matter, every college lecture that was an online class during covid should still be offered as an online class, there is no reason to force students into auditoriums in person. you got the communications infrastructure up and running, why are you tearing it down. give people the OPTION. it increases accessibility for everyone!

covid vaccine immunity lasts about four months. this should be well-publicized and everyone should be able to re-up for free every four months. "every year, like the flu vaccine" is demonstrably not often enough. actually "for free" isn't good enough start handing out $10 gift cards you will be shocked at how many people who are resistant to the idea of vaccines will fold for $10 a shot

are there already laws on the books about masks in medical settings that some medical professionals are blatantly ignoring because they forgot what best practices were before the plague and they're 'tired of masking'? if not, pass laws. if so, fucking enforce them

oh another incentives for upgrades phasing into legal requirements thing: brass doorknobs and railings over stainless steel or whatever. microbes do not survive on brass surfaces

i mean. i know this one sounds too extreme to a lot of people but. UBI.

most if not all of these measures will prevent or ameliorate other pandemics of different diseases that may arise in the future. and just. generally improve our health and quality of life for other reasons.

I haven't felt safe to go to a concert since 2020. Maybe if I knew a venue was legally required to have ventilation to a certain standard and that none of the ticket takers and ushers were on the job sick to avoid risking loss of paycheck or job, and knew a larger percentage of the crowd had up to date vaccinations--maybe if any or all that, I might ever feel comfortable going to a show again.

wouldn't it be nice if those of us who have been disabled, by covid or other conditions, had accessible remote options but also occasionally felt safe enough to interact with and participate in wider society?

one of the arguments on the post I saw was how isolation was massively psychologically damaging and various strata of society were affected in all sorts of ways, from undersocialized kids to increased depression in--well across the board, I think. and here's the thing: WE KNOW. PEOPLE WITH CHRONIC HEALTH CONDITIONS, LONG COVID OR OTHERWISE, KNOW ISOLATION SUCKS REAL BAD. because we, both for our own health and due to disability ostracism, are still isolating and isolated more than most.

what are you as individuals or societies, what are our governments, doing to help make it safe and accessible to rejoin you????

[drakudoll]

I know that freak (affectionate) Josh is SO into public sex and just having sex in as many places as possible. Doesn’t matter if everyone else is there he will be using every room in that lodge when no one’s looking.

In a college AU he’s 100% fucking his gf in the library while teasing her about not being quiet enough

“It’s almost like you wanna get caught”

“You want everybody to see the way I fuck you? Hear you begging for me to go harder?”

OOG. being his gf while he's in college would be.. oHsodhhsjd OH GOD SO FUNN

warnings: Fearplay(?), Public stuffs, easy access tehe, im probably forgetting something per usual

-College!Josh loves being a little shit in public spaces- he has 0 self control im so serious. Josh has such a thing for when you wear easily accessible clothing without underwear so he can simply.. stuff himself into you whenever he pleases. he also likes making you wear vibrators while having you sit and chat while he "studdies" (he isnt studying trust me) and has a little phone controller for it, making you keep quiet when people come around- forcing the setting higher, making you almost crumble in tears against the table.

-College!Josh dragging you yo the corner of the library where no one really goes ever, quickly scrunching your skirt up over your ass as he presses your chest into the shelves of books, rubbing his fingers against your already wet underwear as he keeps the vibrator in, slowly dipping his fingers past your underwear as he fingers you- pushing the vibrator as far as he can upwards till he nearly hits your cervix, your eyes rolled back and your legs shakey- almost unable to hold yourself up as you desperately try to not make noises

-College!Josh who taunts you as he's 3 knuckles deep and fucking with the damn phone controlled remote, making it the highest setting and when you make an uncontrollable noise he grips your face and grind such an evil and mischievous grin at you as he speaks softly- as if he isn't knuckles inside you

"Shh-Shh.. hush up baby.. why're y'being so noisey sweetheart?... you want to get caught? i bet you'd like that wouldn't you.."

-College!Josh laughing when you quietly babble that you want more as he tsk's at you and slips his fingers out- a whimper of disappointment slipping from your mouth as he covers your mouth with his large palm, slipping his hard cock into you- not bothering to take out the little vibrator- making your eyes rolled and your body jolt at the snugness of two items inside you, making a worried whimper against his hand as he sofy groans into your neck

"What'd i tell you, hon? Be quiet? Yeah? Maybe if i fuck you hard enough you'll go limp and quiet and just take what i give you? Hm? Wanna test that?"

-College!Josh Fucking you so violently and covering your mouth that the only thing that would get you caught is the loud PLAP! of his hips into your fatty ass as he loses himself in the feeling of getting caught and knowing you need to be quick. He's rubbing your clit with one hand- the other keeping your loud mouth shut as he gets closer to finishing- the adrenaline and vibration from the vibrator bringing him to an intense rushed feeling as he makes tight hard circles on your clit- making your legs shake as you abruptly finish and... uh-oh.. he made you squirt... and its running down your poor tights.. :(

-College!Josh who pulls out and slips your tights up, not turning off the vibrator and setting it to a low setting- your body shakey and overstimulated as Josh holds your nearly limp, slightly soaked legs and hips. kissing you softly as he has you stand next to him as he gathers his belongings, picking you up bridal style and going out the side door to avoid anyone he may know.

JSJSJSJ

[messysketchyobeyme]

You watch as the credits from the last movie of your movie marathon quickly scrolls past the TV screen. You catch a few familiar names of demon actors that you have learned thanks to Asmodeus teaching you about the Devildom’s celebrity sphere. (It was a very interesting dive into Devildom culture, in your opinion, even though Lucifer begged to differ).

The screen fades to black, delving the room into darkness. Mammon lays curled into your side, like he had been since the last two or so movies. His face is pressed into your shirt. You aren’t even sure he had watched the last thirty minutes of this last one.

You card your fingers through Mammon’s hair. You had started half-way through the marathon and hadn’t found a reason to stop for any particularly long duration of time. His hair is silky and thick, which made it hard for you to resist the temptation of playing with it. You twist the locks of hair with your index finger, taking care not to tug on the strands.

Mammon hums in content, tilting his head to give you easier access. You scratch the base of his head and note the way he scrunches up his shoulders in response. He was making it harder and harder for you to stop, but, alas, all good things must come to an end.

You stretch out your arm, as pins and needles dart up your fingers. You shake out the uncomfortable feeling and reach toward the remote to turn off the TV. “Well, that was fun, but I’m beat,” you say, “How about we call it a night?”

Before you can pick up the remote, Mammon lets out a small whine. He gently grasps your wrists and places your hand back on his head.

You laugh and reflexivity begin massaging the crown of his head. “You’re feeling needy, huh?”

Mammon grumbles something that you can’t quite parse before sighing. “Maybe I wouldn’t be like this if ya weren’t leaving me tomorrow.”

You quiet down. You know why Mammon had invited you to hole yourself up in his room to binge-watch all of his and your favorite movies with your favorite snacks and your favorite games in case you got bored. You know why he had been glued to your side practically all day and why he had seemed to be quiet throughout the entire marathon. You had been trying to avoid it the entire time, but that’s impossible.

“It’s not my choice, Mammon.”

“I know,” he says, “I know.” Mammon is quiet for a bit. You listen to the steady tick of his clock. It’s a harsh reminder of the continuous passage of time, but it is still comforting all the same. After a while, he speaks up again. “Do ya mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“Of course I don’t mind.” You wrap your arms around Mammon, dragging him into a tight squeeze of a hug.

He hugs you back, harder than you ever could. His fingers flex against your torso, pressing into your sides. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you feel the hot tears run down your skin. You wonder if he’d never let go if he had the choice.

[blazingpotatoes]

Beneath the Dying Sky

Characters - Quaritch (human) x OC (human) - Quaritch (Na’vi) x OC - OC x Na’vi & Human Characters

Summary - On the moon Pandora, xenobotanist Dr. Daphne Andersen joins the Avatar Program to help save the Na’vi and their fragile ecosystem from the RDA’s exploitation, while trying to unlock the secrets of Pandora’s unique plant life. Crossing paths with Colonel Miles Quaritch, ruthless leader of the enemy forces, an unexpected connection grows between them, as Quaritch begins to question his mission—and both must decide what they’re willing to risk for the planet and for each other.

Word Count - TBD

Warnings - NSFW (Explicit smut), Enemies to lovers, dubcon, dirty talk, age gap, MDNI…etc.

A/N - I’m not super well versed in Avatar Lore so there might be some things misnamed, some things made up, but I try to look up most things. Trying to make this a slow burn but I love writing their interactions so forgive me. Posting in the hopes it will keep me motivated to write and get better at writing.

Chapter One

Gathering her things from the overhead storage, she stood to depart the ship, just arriving on Pandora. When she accepted the position with Augustine, she glazed over the fact it would take the span of nearly 6 years to reach the faraway moon, 12 years total she would be spending in travel time alone with no real timeline on how long she would even be staying on planet, it could be years.

Slipping the exopack on her face she secured it with a click, flooding her lungs with rich oxygen not naturally accessible in the planet’s environment. Her arrival would shake things up with the RDA’s head honchos. The same ones who thought they were getting another ‘good ol boy’ researcher, a would be a yes man puppeting anything the administrators wanted them to say in order to steamroll the local flora and fauna. Grace had warned her ahead of time exactly who and what she would be dealing with. On the surface she would be just another researcher, studying and cataloging Pandora’s natural resources and plant life. Unobtanium may have been the prize for the RDA but if she and Grace could tap into the hidden secrets of Pandora’s biology, it may just be the key to save Earth’s diminishing resources.

The same thing that was killing Earth, humans innate capacity for greed, would soon take over Pandora. Stripping it of everything remotely useful, for the right price. The exact thing she was here to prevent, if she played her cards right. The RDA had quashed any attempts at synthesizing unobtainium on Earth, seeing the massive profit margins more lucrative offworld. So those few scientists pioneering the research conveniently “disappeared” off the face of the earth with their work. Grace’s research could potentially make seeking unobtainium a fruitless endeavor, but it’s development a direct challenge to RDA guidelines, means having to conduct their work in secret.

Stepping outside the ship, she made her way past the many machines and soldiers meandering about before managing to make it into the intake hall of Hell’s Gate, narrowly avoiding the massive military equipment being unloaded. Grace would likely be pacing around waiting for her, cigarette dangling from her lips, giving quick glances to her watch questioning where the hell she was. The place was confusing as hell, with no clearly written directions or signs that would tell anyone where they were or where to go, unless you were a soldier, and then you had a grizzled old bastard in your face telling you where to go and what to do. Up ahead a rowdy bunch of soldiers headed directly at her, taking up the entire walkway, leading to her ducking into the next door that appeared to escape and directly into a briefing for the new soldiers just arriving same as she was. Disengaging the now useless exopack, she paused for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt Grace to wait a little longer. If she was lucky, one of the handsome new recruits could lead the way to the communications center.

“You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. As head of security, it’s my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed…not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need a strong mental attitude, you need to follow procedure.”

With three deep claw marks etched into his head it was clear who he was. Quaritch was the first big bad Grace briefed her about. Ranger Rick she had un-affectionately dubbed him. A tough as nails kind of son of a bitch that was the head of security here, he didn’t call the shots per se, but he could be and likely would be one roadblock they would be consistently going up against. He also adamantly campaigned against Grace bringing anymore crew to Hell’s Gate. She’d done her research on the man throughly, studying every image and snippet of information she had back on Earth, taking care to linger over those bulging biceps, his ripped physique barely fitting underneath the taunt tanks he wore, and now by sheer luck he was right there in the flesh.

‘Last thing we need is more of you limp dick scientists crying over plants and taking up space’

Watching him move, the way he spoke, he was captivating and it was easy to see why he was considered a natural born leader. The people present hung on his every word, exactly what the RDA needed to have their expendables willing to fight while they reaped the reward. As if we weren’t the aliens here. Entirely lost in her own head she didn’t realize he’d reached the last few points of the presentation as in the next breath the Colonel had dismissed the recruits, the young men and women filing past her, a few giving her the once over as they did. Grabbing her bag at the her side she moved to catch up to pick out an escort when a hand gripped her arm.

Turning had her face to face with the devil himself with another younger marine flanking his side. She had to admit Colonel Miles Quaritch was even more handsome in person, blue eyes you could get lost in, a devilish smile and the scars definitely added to the allure and for a moment she found herself just gazing, pictures didn’t do him justice.

“You lost Mrs….”

“Ms. Daphne Andersen, and you must be Colonel Quaritch”

“I guess my reputation precedes me”

“If your reputation is being a ball busting prick, then yes” She said holding out a hand. “I’m one of the new limp dick scientists here to cry over plants and take up space”

The Colonel was momentarily taken aback at her brazen behavior and deadpan delivery, a slight smile pricking the corner of his mouth as he reached out to firmly shake her hand. Not many people had the balls to speak to him that way and stay standing.

“Well well Corporal Wainfleet, we got us a dirty mouthed little girl on board, not very ladylike of you Ms. Andersen” pulling her close by her hand still in his, coming within a hairs breath of her face, that playful scowl turned a little more serious, his voice now above a whisper taking care not to draw too much attention.

“You best watch your tone when speaking to me little lady. Your daddy may have not spanked that pretty little ass, but I just might have to put you over my knee in front of all these men, pull down those panties and give you a few good smacks to correct that attitude. I’m sure Corporal Wainfleet here would love to see that”

“Oh yes sir” Wainfleet agreed, eyeing her up and down. Finally dropping her hand, he stepped back.

Daphne only lightly laughed under her breath at the now slightly agitated man, as she adjusted her glasses. Most hardasses she encountered generally waited a little longer to make a power play and were never ready when she decided to make the first move. Quaritch was definitely proving himself every bit the dick head Grace claimed him to be. But that little bit about the spanking, well that had her admittedly a little weak in the knees.

“You know…I think you and me will be fast friends Colonel” grabbing her bag, she slung it over her shoulder, tucking the exopack under her arm before stepping forward to bridge the gap, whispering back in a hushed tone but loud enough for the Corporal to hear. “..and I may just have to imagine that little spanking scenario later on tonight when I’m in bed alone”

Following it up with a quick wink, she turned and headed back towards the corridor, not even staying to glimpse his reaction, choosing to have the last word in that small first battle, just one of what she was sure would be many. Quartich was used to being top dog, swinging his dick around, thinking big muscles and a vicious tongue were all that was needed. She would gladly show him otherwise, with a smile on her face, and if he was already so bold as to threaten to spank her at their first meeting, well she wondered exactly what else their little wordplay would reveal.

Quartitch could barely contain his ire at the retreating figure. It had been a hot minute since he’d been dressed down, much less by a pipsqueak of a woman. He scolded her to keep up appearances, knowing his Corporal liked to gossip among his men, but deep inside he found…. he kinda liked it. There weren’t many women here that caught his fancy, most were too scared of him to even meet his eye, another thing that he noted about her. She had kept eye contact with him the entire time, never wavering. Even having the nerve to laugh at his “threat”. Little did she know he was more than serious about punishing her roughly, the thought making him slightly hard. He’d spotted the ID card hanging from the lanyard around her neck, he might just have to pop in for a little surprise reunion sometime later, see if she followed through with that little quip about him spanking her.

Maybe having the witty little minx around wouldn’t be so bad he thought to himself, if she was so brazenly open then maybe it wouldn’t be too much to picture the hellcat willingly in his bed. He’d caught the way she took a little longer look than normal when he first spoke to her. They were all the same, a few sweet words and it wouldn’t be long before their clothes were on the floor.

“Lyle, I think we just found a new toy”

[qoldenskies]

OUGH thank you so much for answering- this fic haunts my mind in the best possible way.. I'm looking forward to the epilogue, no pressure to finish quickly!! I had another thought pop up, since he said he didn't want to lose April too in cc, does that mean he'd never have that app installed to keep April from downloading that app, since he wouldn't want her to be upset?

And you mentioned Donnie only wanting to go to Raph if it's something worth going to him for, what does Donnie consider worthy?

Does Leo ever once think to himself that all of it could have been avoided if they'd just listened to him and not gone to that new place to eat?

This one might seem odd, I apologize for that- Is Donnie sensitive to being yelled at in general, or just from his brothers specifically? Like if an audio is shouting at the screen, is he triggered?

How did the showing of the sheet of Donnie's mistakes go down? I might have missed this somehow- apologies about that. /gen

Okay I have to say this again. I GENUINELY LOVE HOW YOU WRITE I feel exactly like I'm in the story it's crazy... If it were a hardbook I would buy it /pos

YIPPEEEEEE MORE!!! :DDDD

does that mean he'd never have that app installed to keep April from downloading that app, since he wouldn't want her to be upset?

it's already said and done at this point and there's a VERY good chance donnie has forgotten about it lol. i think he'd needed access to april's phone in order to install it so there's a good chance he'd nabbed it and done that when she wasnt looking at some point (the little shit lmao) so he cant go and remove it remotely, and if he ever ends up remembering i think she'd kinda shut him down because its convenient. it WAS right when it went off and im sure they've already had a discussion about it where april thanked him for the sentiment and agreed to keep it because an antivirus was a good thing, but made a point about donnie doing shit like that behind her back lmao. dont touch her stuff without permission!!

donnie definitely wouldn't end up putting trackers in them, though! its mentioned as something he's considering pretty early in CL but it doesnt end up happening, and i think he'd be worried about it being too big an invasion of privacy. he wouldn't want them to be upset if they found out-- although there's a chance they might voluntarily go with the idea if he ever brings it up. ironically, that'd probably be a post-invasion conversation, because i could see the paranoia of them being hurt again spurring him into it.

And you mentioned Donnie only wanting to go to Raph if it's something worth going to him for, what does Donnie consider worthy?

donnie would very rarely approach raph unless its kind of paired with a real "reason", which usually means most talks they have are utilitarian and productive. things about the team, mostly, or something in relation to one of the others. or maybe donnie's bringing up an idea for team support, or offering to fix something for him (the weight rack haunts him, and he doesn't even remember it), or just wanting him to give a gift and needing an idea of what to scope out first. things like that.

he looks for raph's pride and appreciation more than anything. he wants to hear a "good job" and raph is increasingly more reluctant to give it, mostly because he knows donnie is prone to overworking behind their backs and he doesn't want to validate self-destructive behavior like that. its really hard to find the line especially because donnie will freak out if he gets too confrontational. "we dont want you to do good, helpful things if it hurts you to do them" is a concept that is REALLY hard for him to grasp. you know how in coming undone he hears "we dont want you to" and thinks it means "we dont want you"? yeah

raph works around it by being the one to initiate, usually. even if donnie needs something from him he's not going to be the one to come to him, so raph tries his hardest to bridge the gap and seem approachable. it's kind of awkward when they just hang out one by one, doing something together instead of just engaging in parallel play, because its been so long and both of them are so careful about appeasing the other, but they figure it out slowly.

Does Leo ever once think to himself that all of it could have been avoided if they'd just listened to him and not gone to that new place to eat?

to this day they do not know it was because they went there,,, leo mentions the night after where they cuddle up together only because its the last time they ever really do something like that, but they mention a lot that they dont remember exactly when it started (and the weight rack is earlier than their earliest estimate!), with the onset being so slow and with their thought processes being so clouded by all these excuses and rationalizations, its hard to say for sure. what's an extension of how they already acted and what isnt? they'll never really know.

if he learned about it though, oh yeah. this time he would not be reveling in being right, and if he was the only one who learned about it he would NEVER tell mikey, considering he was the one who was so pushy about going there in the first place.

leo thinks the most about how witch town was caused by what he perceives as his own negligence. i think all of them have a tendency to see their old selves as a lot worse than they actually were-- because they cared about donnie a lot and they did take care of him when he needed it. leo's the worst about it, because while raph and mikey will get caught up on the idea of knowing about witch town at all, leo's quicker to cut to the core of the problem-- would have donnie ever lashed out like that if they'd just known, and been able to reassure him, before it ever got to that point? why did leo's stupid younger self have to dismiss all of the signs?? miner's eulogy heavily features this thought process, which is why learning about witch town makes him react so badly in the first place.

Is Donnie sensitive to being yelled at in general, or just from his brothers specifically? Like if an audio is shouting at the screen, is he triggered?

donnie was already bad with yelling even before the Horrors and that's just because he's incredibly sound-sensitive and jumpy. if strangers yell he's bound to fall over like a baby goat regardless, which i think is just kind of intensified in cc!donnie. more likely he'll bolt like a skittish cat if he's shocked by a sudden noise like that. where is he even going? who knows. he just took off LMAO

otherwise i think it just really depends. there's bound to be a lot of shouting in battle so i think after a while he'll become desensitized to it, but i think if he was watching something that hit a little too close to home he'd probably just kind of freeze. i dont think he'd go fully dissociative but his breath would catch and he'd be slow to respond if they talked to him, and they honestly just might mistake it as him being drowsy/falling asleep until they notice him shaking. for some reason my brain went to tangled,, certain parts around the end there might hit a little close to home for obvious reasons.

How did the showing of the sheet of Donnie's mistakes go down? I might have missed this somehow- apologies about that. /gen

it happened specifically away from donnie because raph knew it was going to upset leo and mikey a LOT, especially because both of them would demand details, it's just the type of people they are-- idk i've always just kind of assumed in my head that raph would physically be able to show it to them since he was already given donnie's permission to, dont think about logistics too hard. it was a really rough conversation though, especially tangibly seeing the way that the curse pre-closet fucked him up. it just gets worse the more you think about it.

a wall was probably punched. and it was probably leo (and donnie never sees this, the way that it affected him, because leo keeps such a tight hold on his anger and despair for his sake). and raph knew something like that was going to happen, which is why he kept it away from him. there's multiple times especially early in cw where they do things like this, talk about things that donnie expressed privately (or things they only witnessed, like raph catching donnie sleep on the floor), it's just the only time it's shown in donnie's perspective and he really ruminates on it. it was probably the right choice to make, raph just should've been more clear it was what he meant. mikey the mvp for being so open about things tbh

mwah mwah <33

[babes-boy]

pitbabe s2 ep 7 spoilers under the cut bc i need to talk to someone about this

not the entire team calling northsonic out please they are so tired asknf

only 4 min in and charliebabe already stressing me tf out

ik winner is feeling himself in all that proper bodyguard attire please he's so unserious

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILLY WAS BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD HELLO???

THE FLASHBACK?!$&!

a CHIP?? he's creating special powers via BRAIN CHIP?!

pop as winner is so fucking iconic i love him so much. he's just chilling in the background of whatever evil scheme tony's up to this time

OMG CHARLIE AND JEFF FINALLY COMMUNICATING WITH THEM RAHHHH WE USED TO PRAY FOR DAYS LIKE THIS

never fucking mind what the hell

quitting in the middle of the season is crazy work charlie esp with willy on eta

JEFF DIDN'T KNOW???

and that's what babe was trying to figure out charlie omg

WHY CANT YOU SAY ANYTHING YET OMG

okay so we're doing another fake plan okay at least this time no one's pretending to die

once again jeff is the best brother

"things at the garage have been messy lately" understatement of the century

jeff is stuck between a rock and a hard place bc on one hand he can't tell babe about charlie's plans but on the other, babe literally cannot sleep in their house anymore omg what do u even do in that situation

OH MY GOD POOKIE KIM I MISSED U SO MUCH OMG

kentakim are so domestic just get married already

i love kenta sm if anything happens to him i'll kill everyone and then myself

ugh kim is so emotionally mature they had to remove him from x-hunter because there's no way any of the team's communication issues would fly with him AND dean around

"be careful or you'll end up like kenta" PLEASE the way alan actually recognizes that as a concern askdjf

see i can understand why kim and pete are so hesitant to believe that chris is suspicious bc it came from kenta but also chris is incredibly suspicious and it's concerning how quickly pete's given him access to his life

whichever stylist at change was responsible for styling kenta deserves the world garfield looks so fucking good

there's a lot to be said about how charlie's still attempting to take care of babe in his absence but for the sake of my sanity, i'm choosing to focus on charlie saying babe can call him if he can't sleep like charlie he can't sleep bc you're PHYSICALLY not there calling you is just going to make it worse

the hurt in babe's eyes when charlie pulls away to avoid the kiss, charlie's ring still on his finger, "please trust me" ugh i'm going to break down.

"us living apart is better than forcing it" WHY WOULD YOU SAY IT THAT SPECIFIC WAY OMG

charlie automatically lifting his arms to reciprocate the hug but immediately dropping his arms bc he can't do that ugh i'm a child of divorce :((

KENTAKIM MY LOVES GIVE BENZGARFIELD A DETECTIVE SHOW PLS

dean racing era again?? i suppose it makes sense charlie needs a replacement and dean is right there

omg the babe and jeff confrontation from the trailer is happening

ofc babe knows something's going on charlie was so sus during that weird goodbye

OMG JEFF IS TELLING BABE WE CHEERED

"then i'll be the one who stays close to you" OMG RAHHHH BABE I LOVE U

babe refusing to leave and trying to cheer charlie up with kisses... it's almost an inverse of the scene in s1

ough

HE'S GIVING THE RING BACK :((((((

oh my god IS JEFF HAVING A TACTILE VISION??

what is charlie doing on his laptop askdn is it like remote research or sth

if babe was looking at me like that i too would've folded immediately it's okay charlie

NOT AGAIN CHARLIE THIS IS THE THIRD TIME YOU'VE BEEN TOO BUSY FUCKING BABE TO PICK UP JEFF'S CALL AKDJF

JEFF OMG WTFF

jeff :(( alan :((

so now charlie has even more of a reason to be fixated on the lab :((

the way tony barely had to do anything and everything's already falling apart according to plan ugh. someone kill him already (for real this time)

IS CHARLIE TRYING TO TAKE JEFF'S POWERS?!

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE IT THERE ?!

oh so charlie has absorbed his powers??

at least alanjeff are cute

[howlsofbloodhounds]

So this is part 2 of this post, if yall wanna give it a read for context.

In this post, I’ll be talking about how Color’s physical disability of having only one eye would influence how he interacts with his special interests in photography and travel.

As well as how his PTSD, autism, chronic fatigue, and separation anxiety from Killer could also affect things.

With one eye, Color might have reduced depth perception, which could make it challenging to gauge distances accurately. He might rely more on autofocus features, practice to enhance his spatial awareness, or use techniques like focus stacking for precise shots.

He might prefer using cameras with electronic viewfinders (EVF) or live view screens rather than optical viewfinders, which could be more challenging to use with one eye. Adjusting camera settings and composing shots via a larger display would be easier.

He might develop unique framing and composition techniques, leveraging his perspective creatively. Color could take extra time to ensure his shots are well-composed, possibly using grid overlays or other aids to help with alignment.

Customizing camera gear to suit his needs, such as using tripods, stabilizers, or remote controls, to help steady the camera and compose shots more comfortably.

He might spend additional time in post-processing to correct any minor misalignments or issues that arise from the reduced depth perception during the shooting process.

For travel, navigating unfamiliar places might require more caution, especially in crowded or complex environments. He might use mobility aids, rely on GPS and mapping apps, or travel with companions to ensure safety.

Color could engage in meticulous planning to minimize unexpected challenges, such as researching accessible routes, accommodations, and transportation options.

Color might use his experiences and perspective to connect with others, sharing how his disability influences his travel and photography, fostering understanding and empathy.

Developing strategies to cope with the physical demands of travel, such as pacing himself, taking regular breaks, and prioritizing destinations or activities that are less physically demanding.

His unique perspective could inspire him to create compelling stories or advocacy pieces about accessibility in travel and photography, raising awareness and inspiring others with disabilities.

Embracing his distinct view of the world, his photography could offer unique perspectives that stand out, turning his perceived limitation into an artistic advantage.

He might become involved in communities focused on accessible travel and photography, sharing tips, experiences, and inspiring others with similar challenges.

Autism and chronic fatigue would likely significantly impact Color’s ability to engage with his special interests in photography and travel.

In photography, chronic fatigue would necessitate careful energy management. Color might plan shorter, more focused photography sessions and prioritize rest to avoid burnout.

Streamlining his workflow, from setting up equipment to post-processing, to conserve energy. This could include using presets in editing software or organizing his gear for easy access.

He could chose photography locations that are easily accessible and require minimal physical exertion. He might also prefer locations close to home or base to reduce travel time and energy expenditure.

He would likely use ightweight equipment to reduce physical strain, possibly investing in high-quality but compact cameras and lenses. He might also use monopods or lightweight tripods for additional support.

Autism can come with sensory sensitivities. Color might choose quieter, less crowded locations for photography and use noise-canceling headphones or other tools to manage sensory overload.

With travel, he’d have to pace himself. Planning travel with built-in downtime to rest and recharge. He might avoid overly ambitious itineraries and allow for flexible scheduling to accommodate his energy levels.

He’d probably chose ccommodations that are comfortable, quiet, and accessible, ensuring he has a safe space to retreat to when needed.

He’d prefer modes of transportation that offer comfort and minimal stress, such as direct flights, train travel, or driving. He might also opt for private or semi-private tours to control the pace and environment.

Keeping up with healthcare needs, including regular check-ups, medication management, and any necessary accommodations. He might also carry a travel health kit tailored to his specific needs.

He’d combine photography with travel in a way that maximizes enjoyment and minimizes strain. For example, he might focus on travel photography during the golden hours (early morning and late afternoon) when conditions are optimal, and the rest of the day can be used for rest.

Creating content that reflects his experiences with autism and chronic fatigue, such as blogs, vlogs, or social media posts. This can help raise awareness and provide valuable insights to others with similar challenges.

Engaging with communities of autistic travelers and photographers to share experiences, tips, and support. This can provide a sense of camaraderie and practical advice tailored to his needs.

Establishing routines that provide predictability and reduce stress. This might include having a consistent photography and travel routine, preparing for trips well in advance, and creating checklists.

Practicing mindfulness or relaxation techniques to manage stress and sensory overload. This can help maintain focus and calm, particularly in challenging environments.

Utilizing assistive technologies, such as apps for energy tracking, sensory-friendly gear, or digital tools that aid in planning and organization.

Color’s PTSD from solitary confinement and isolation in the Void, combined with his separation anxiety towards Killer, can create a complex situation that both challenges and shapes his engagement in traveling and photography.

Color’s need to stay on the move due to PTSD makes traveling appealing, as it provides a sense of freedom and escape from confinement. However, this constant movement could also become exhausting and anxiety-inducing if it lacks purpose or stability.

His separation anxiety towards Killer might lead him to seek Killer’s company while traveling. Traveling with Killer could provide a sense of security and reduce his anxiety, but it also means his travel plans would need to align with Killer’s availability and willingness to join him.

Color might need to carefully plan his travels to ensure he has safe and familiar places to stay, reducing the unpredictability that could trigger his PTSD. Having a structured itinerary could help him feel more in control and less anxious.

Traveling to new and unfamiliar places might sometimes trigger memories of his isolation, especially if he encounters situations that remind him of the Void. He would need to find a balance between exploring new places and ensuring his mental well-being.

Photography could serve as a therapeutic outlet, allowing Color to process and express his emotions through capturing images. It might help him make sense of his experiences and provide a way to externalize his trauma.

Color might be drawn to photographing subjects that reflect his internal state or provide a sense of solace. He could focus on themes like freedom, movement, and connection, finding meaning and healing in his work.

Having Killer around while engaging in photography could provide comfort and reduce his anxiety. Killer might even become a frequent subject in Color’s photos, symbolizing their bond and mutual support.

Color might need to develop strategies to manage his anxiety while photographing, such as taking breaks, grounding exercises, or having a trusted companion like Killer present. This would help him stay focused and engaged in his special interest.

The mutual separation anxiety between Color and Killer could strengthen their bond, as they rely on each other for emotional support. This bond could provide Color with the stability he needs to engage in his interests.

Color would need to balance his need for movement and exploration with Killer’s needs and limitations. They might develop a mutual understanding and compromise, ensuring both their well-being while pursuing their interests.

Color might prefer traveling to places where he can easily find comfort and familiarity, such as visiting friends or known locations. This reduces the stress of the unknown and helps him stay grounded.

Establishing routines or rituals while traveling and photographing can provide a sense of stability. For example, always starting the day with a specific activity or having regular check-ins with Killer can help Color manage his anxiety.

They might have frequent phone calls if Killer ever can’t join Color on his travels, at particular times of the day.

I can see Color sticking to this routine at the exact time and getting anxious and worried if Killer doesn’t call or pick up, which is likely to happen at some point simply because he has memory issues and sticking to routine is hard for him. But Color, at least for a bit, is likely to assume the worse.

Color might also keep a photograph of him and all his friends close by on his person. (I also like to think that Delta made his camera, he keeps some of Beta’s drawings with him, and also he’s memorized the recipe for Epic’s chocolate cookies.)

If he and Killer have already had their wedding by this point, he’d likely keep his ring close and near. Perhaps kissing it before bed, and fidgeting with it becomes a new comforting stim.

Over time, engaging in his special interests despite his PTSD and anxiety can help Color build resilience. Each successful trip or photography session can boost his confidence and reinforce his ability to cope with challenges.

Color might find deeper meaning in his travels and photography by using them as tools for healing and connection. Documenting his journey and sharing it with others can create a sense of purpose and community.

[diino8081]

random zane headcanons i like

(also includes those i've picked up from others)

also will enter spoiler territory for dragons rising season 2 (and a few mentions of season 3 leaks but i'll make that text blue so you can avoid it)

this does also become predictions and interpretations but it works

-- he can't cry but he likes to use his powers to create frost under his eyes. it melts and looks like tears

-- his hair is a type of synthetic titanium that somehow grows over time

ever since ice chapter he's been growing out his hair to cover the port on the back of his neck, additionally he wears clothing that covers it too

i feel like vex would've cut it and kept it short for easy access to the port just in case he needed to do a memory wipe again

-- as time goes on he feels more and more pushed into the role of "robot guy who is only useful for giving information"

he feels restricted to this role as that's the only way he feels useful to the team, eventually ignoring his well-being for the sake of being accepted by the others. ("i don't feel heightened emotions")

-- zane's had identity issues ever since the beginning. discovering he was a nindroid, his new titanium body, the ice emperor, the multiple times he was threatened to be used for parts, the mechanic using him for the portal, the scene with the fear mirror at the explorers club. heck, even that time in season 3 when the students got the everything-remote and messed about with him. the time in crystallized when he crashed the jet and the emperor took over

not to mention the multiple times in dragons rising like how he was stuck in the egg and was set back multiple years (he probably felt like he was being left behind)

and the administration and the people on zane day not seeing him as anyone human (ok well he isn't but i mean a sense of humanity specifically) and the admin trying to disassemble him

-- in better news, this one is a "sometimes" headcanon but zane likes to make music to get his emotions out. specifically like jack stauber as someone mentioned this in their own headcanon and i couldn't stop thinking about it

i stole this one from @acksolotel618

also here's a reply from a convo we had about it in which i go more in depth with my interpretation of it

he would likely do it in secret or hide away inside his computer brain because "he can't let the team find out"

-- back to the angsty point from before: he gets pretty stressed and as the tournament comes along but decides that this is the time to prove himself as more than a robot

and unfortunately, yeah. tourney's rigged and he's out first. this is the beginning of the tipping point. from this point on he gets angry but doesn't really show it.

when jay appears and explains the lore, zane is hit with an "oh shit, he just like me fr". i feel like he would've gone to follow and confront him after he left but instead restrained himself

this is one of the seasons where he's included much less, and it's very noticeable with the race and all the other stuff

❄️❄️❄️

-- i think in season 3 he's gonna finally let out his anger and emotions. especially with pixal around. he's going to find her because the others have been treating him differently and pixal doesn't do that. plus they seem to have given up on her too

❄️❄️❄️

-- nindroid's souls are attached to their power core. if it's damaged then their soul is damaged too

i have ideas for what zane's core is made of but i won't go into anything due to it being spoiler territory for my au. the only hint i'm sharing is that it's appeared in the show before and that the previous master of ice helped with it's creation

i'm probably missing a few but yeah this is basically it

thanks for reading

[kalethemonster]

my american trans siblings, you will be under a fascist government once january rolls around. that fact is fucking terrifying. even for me as an aussie. (though your politics heavily affect us also bc all social media algorithms treat anyone posting in english as american)

take your time to mourn your freedom. you're losing sooo fucking much and it breaks my heart. the next two months you have left should be used for networking with irl trans people and preparing yourself mentally. let yourself morn but for fucks sake stay alive.

every day you exist is an act of resistance against those who wish you never existed in the first place.

so, how can you keep yourself existing?

irl? go back to 80's queer social policy. dont ask, dont tell. but definately use ways of signing to other queer people that you are one. with irl community, do your best to keep eachother afloat and help where you can. if you grow food, share it out. if you have a vacant room, add someone who needs a place to your household (ground rules and house rules important obvi). if you gotta go back in the closet do so, if you're already transitioning medically do your best to stock up on hrt during the next two months. your irl community is the best resource you have, so networking to find them while you an still do so freely in the next two months is critical.

social media is a tad more complicated so i'll break it down by site/company.

twitter: archive any important past posts you have made via screenshots and then just fucking nuke your account, delete all posts you have made individually to make sure and the delete the acc. elongated muskrat is the annoying orange's biggest financial supporter. he will turn over any and all info he government may request about trans and queer users. if you ever needed any more reasons to dump twitter thab the ones you have already had, take this one.

meta: in terms of facebook, if you still need it for family, archive posts abt being trans via screenshots, and delete said posts. if they were posted by supportive familiy members then get them to delete what they have posted of your identity for safety reasons, then only use for family you can only reach through it. for instagram and threads private any accounts you have that has your personal information attached other than ones for personal businesses. if you need public account access for reaching out,, make an account with only your first name listed, fill it with aesthetic shit or meme posts so it isn't easily linked to you as a person.

as far as i know with bluesky, more or less post as usual but stilll protect your personal information. first name and pronouns only. do not include location markers.

redit, hold all personal info verry close to your heat, give nothing away, have like 50 burners, you dont need karma.

youtube, if you only use it for viewing, use as normal. if you upload, do your best to not show ANY recognisable outdoor landmarks, keep personal info tight, and donot get into anything political. if you can take a hiatus that would be even better.

tumblr: post as normal minus locational and government info.

common thread here is do not reveal any personal shit at all and do your best to conceal what is already posted. back to 90s rules for most sites. unfortunately tech-literate bigots finding your info is a possibility and so you want to withhold as much as you can to avoid being located and identified.

general ruled (both irl and online):

you are dealing with fascists. anything out of line they will actively try to snuff out. if anyone st all tries to get you to talk about ANYTHING REMOTE POLITICAL in any form of public space, SHUT THE FUCK UP. completely shut it down with "i dont talk about politics" or "i dont like politics". yes it's the pussy's answer to get out of shit, but being a pussy in the presence of violent fascists keeps you alive. if they try to talk about palastine, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about trans people, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about abortion, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about disability/meantal health. from new years onwards, you will treat any person in the US who tried to talk about any of that shit in public that isn't doing it for the sake of protest as a narc. you will only properly discuss it behind closed doors with trusted family, comunity and allies.

as of new years day, it is the job of all allies in the us to basically be human shields for not only queer communities, but disabled, migrant, and any form of non-white communities too. if you are cis, white, able bodied, and have been an american citizen from birth, and happen to be a decent person, you are the ones who gotta protect those who cant protect themselves or cant leave the country. yes even if you're queer. if you are a white cis queer person, you can hide your sexuality for 4 years. most trans and intersex people cannot hide their gender or traits.

to recap: for the next two months, mourn your freedom, connect with your local queer comunity. do not share any personal info anywhere online unless you have a buisness, and then keep said info to the bare minimum. if people try to talk to you in public, shut the fuck up. allies and white cis lgb must protect those who cant run or hide.

the next four years are gonna be hell. but just know that of it seems no one has your back, this trans man all the way in australia has your back. love from me, my cousin, and my wonderfully supportive mother. stay sane, aqy safe, stay together.

[ttaibhse]

do you support trans people?

let's just assume youre asking this in good faith despite this being an extremely vague question that doesn't really ask anything specific lol. so i'll give you answers to a few different interpretations of it and you can let me know if i've missed any that you're especially concerned about 👍

oh and bear in mind the context that i have transitioned medically and lived as both stealth ftm and openly trans/nonbinary and have experienced being trans first person 🙏

do i support trans people's right to live safe and happy lives free from harrassment and discrimination? yes, of course

do i support trans people's right to present themselves however they want to? yes, of course

do i use the correct names and pronouns of trans people that i interact with in real life? of course!

do i believe people when they tell me their gender identity? sure. i have experienced gender dysphoria lol. i get it

do i support trans people's right to good healthcare? yes of course

do i support adult's decisions to transition medically? if they have ACTUAL full informed consent, sure. many many MANY people are not being provided with FULL, INFORMED consent before opting for medical transition. this is not their fault.

do i think it's irresponsible and stupid to tout medical transition as a risk free, reversible, totally harmless way to experiment with gender? yes

do i think any of this should mean that women should scrupulously monitor their language and behaviour at all times to make sure that no one might possibly feel excluded or offended by anything at all? no

am i personally going to walk on eggshells with the language i use to avoid being called names online when anyone with a working brain knows exactly what i'm talking about? no

am i going to police my own presence online to make sure i'm not interacting even remotely with any bloggers who might have different or even distasteful beliefs or opinions to my own? no

do i think the existence of people with gender dysphoria and people who choose to reject binary gender labels and/or whatever other interpretations you might have of any variety of trans identities means that biological sex is suddenly somehow irrelevant and should be ignored? no

do i think that ANYONE AT ALL AT ANY TIME, regardless of identity, has the right to sexual access to women's bodies? no

do i think that any woman should be obliged to date or have sex with anyone she doesn't want to date or have sex with, for any reason at all, including to make that person feel validated? no

do i think that trans women face the same struggles and experiences with misogyny as cis women? no

do i think that you're being wilfully stupid if you claim these two groups of people are indistinguishable? yes

do i think women should have to prioritise the feelings and sensibilities of any other group, even marginalised groups, over their own safety in the face of being raped/forcefully impregnated/abused/killed by men? no <3

anon as ive said before, you're welcome to make your own decisions about me based on these answers & the content of my blog. you can ask me more questions if you want. but i'm not going to give any black and white sweeping statement answers to appease random anonymous tumblr users and i'm not going to pretend i don't see, experience, and understand material reality. i'm not going to pretend that women aren't my priority lol. i'm not going to pretend that i care that much about being careful to use inclusive language instead of just saying "women" and "men". if that's your priority then that's great for you but it's not mine and it doesn't have to be lol

[kris-tyne]

Chromebook Tech Literacy Masterpost

I've seen a lot of posts about the systemic death of tech literacy in schools with the advent of ChromeOS, and instead of responding to them one by one, I want to create a masterpost to destroy the system. First: FUCK CIPA. The Children's Internet Protection Act is a United States FCC act that standardizes internet safety across the country. Public schools are not required to comply with this act, but they will lose discounts offered for the E-rate program. In short, if you don't want to put up web filters, then you don't get government grants for technology and Internet. Fuck that. Many of these workarounds bank on my personal experiences, so some solutions may not work with your web filters, but they definitely are a step in the right direction. For talking with friends: chat rooms are your friend. Many chat rooms for professional use act just like Discord, and many are just a single text channel. Several I've used include: Google Messages, Rumbletalk, Slack, Element, ClickUp, Pumble, and... in a pinch, Google Docs can give you a shared document that's practically impossible to block. For watching videos: some chat rooms, especially Rumbletalk, allow you to directly embed a YouTube video. This is rare, however, so we found some workarounds. Canva has a video search and embed function that allows you to play YouTube videos straight from the editing page of their slideshows. For anime, a website that I don't think is maintained as well but should still work is AnimeTribes. It is a .ru site but it is perfectly safe, as long as you don't click on ads. I've never seen it redirect you otherwise, and the owner used to be commonly found on the chat page. Another piracy site is 9Anime, which doesn't work on Chromebooks but is an infinitely better source in general. A non-anime video piracy site is Arc018, which is my favorite. It does redirect you decently commonly, but just take care to avoid those redirects and follow piracy suggestions that I will lay out further down. For adblocking: the easiest method is to use uBlock Origin. Though, with all the stuff that Google has been doing, I'm not entirely sure if it works anymore. I gave up on Chrome the second I could get away from it and I suggest you all do the same. For playing games: so. I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon games. SO if you do too you're in luck. The only thing I could come up with was to download GPemu, a ChromeOS based emulator. Unfortunately it's pretty bad, but apparently there's an alternative called EmulatorJS. I never used it myself, but if someone wants to try it and let me know how it goes, that would be appreciated. HOWEVER, none of these work without the games to play them with. I'm going to detail piracy safety later, but for now: Vimm's Lair recently got axed by Nintendo's DMCA, but some ROMs may still be available. Another source (which is admittedly undergoing some major changes) is The Internet Archive. I haven't done a lot of searching on the Archive, and I don't know if it works on Chromebooks, but try it and let me know :).

Circumventing the web filter: While those solutions work for specific things you can do online, these present a general solution, capable of multitasking and providing you much more extended freedom. The first is CroxyProxy, a completely free proxy service that can be added through the Chrome Web Store. If the Web Store is blocked, it can be accessed via the direct website or through specific IP addresses. These change frequently, and I’m absolutely positive the ones that I have access to are blocked or simply go nowhere useful. The other option, assuming you have a home computer connected to the Internet at all times, is Chrome Remote Desktop. It will work as long as both computers are signed in to one shared Google account and both are connected to the Internet.

But Ty... none of this works for me: Oh boy. I guess it's time for my trump card. The pinnacle of my Chromebook workaround career has culminated in this. The ultimate destruction of ChromeOS, all without jailbreaking the computer and getting in a LOT of trouble (don't do that please). My magnum opus came from my blossoming understanding of emulation and, specifically, Windows images. During my senior year, I successfully used a trusted and necessary source (unblockable) to emulate a Windows computer entirely through a single Chrome tab. This source… Microsoft Azure. This cloud computing service allows the creation of a remote desktop that will save data when offline. The biggest hurdle with Azure is that… it costs money. However, when I did it, I got 200 hours of emulation FREE, and I would highly recommend you find the same deal, if it still works. Things to note: you can make multiple accounts, but you will need to also have separate payment cards, as multiple accounts with the same card will flag and not be usable. The frame rate is decently shit, and there is no physical graphics card, so the vast majority of games will not run. I mostly used it for Discord. However, feel free to experiment and make it your own. Use this knowledge wisely, and run free, my friends. Fuck CIPA, and fuck ChromeOS!

Please feel free to reblog or comment with more suggestions, because I would love to add them!

[snapghoul]

maverick & ethan twins au

It’s no better to be safe than sorry

A mission requires Ethan to steal something from the navy, good things he’s close to fighter town…right?

Notes: Stated it before, Ice is still alive in my Aus bc I miss him so much.

Warnings: none

Song: take on me - a-ha

This was a terrible decision, but it was necessary. Why did it have to be him? Ethan had no idea, but despite his senior agent status, the IMF still withheld crucial details. That’s why he had stolen one of his brother’s flight suits to access information on the Vice Admiral’s computer. Benji had already attempted to hack in remotely, but being a government asset would trigger alarms.

Please don’t be in the air. Ethan thought as he strode through the halls of Top Gun. For once, he felt guilty about impersonating his twin. They used to do it all the time as kids, but now it felt wrong. If Pete was up flying this would make it so much more difficult.

He tried to mimic his brother’s demeanor, realizing it had been a while since he’d seen Pete in a professional setting. Maybe he was coming off as too uptight or too much like 80s Maverick.

“Captain,” a passing aviator greeted him. Ethan nodded and smiled, noting he didn’t recognize them from the photos in Pete’s living room. They were likely not part of the Dagger squadron, the very people he wanted to avoid. More importantly Bradley, he couldn’t risk being recognized by the kid now.

“Ethan, hurry! The Commander just walked in, and the Vice Admiral isn’t in his office,” Benji’s voice crackled urgently in his ear and Ethan picked up his pace.

Ice coursed through Ethan’s veins. Iceman was here—Tom Kazansky, the commander and one of Pete’s closest friends. Tom had an uncanny ability to see through Ethan’s act, no matter how convincingly he mimicked his brother. Like his name suggested, he was as cold as ice. Ethan wouldn’t lie and say Tom scared him just a little.

There was commotion ahead of him, a voice he recognized immediately and it made his heart rate rise.

“Take a right now!” Benji snapped. Ethan wasted no time, darting into the nearest office. He closed the door quietly and glanced over his shoulder.

He froze.

“Ethan?” a familiar voice called.

“Pete,” he managed, forcing a strained smile. This was the first time he’d run into his brother while he was working.

“Pete? Who’s Pete?” Benji’s voice echoed in his ear, clearly confused.

Pete’s expression shifted as he took in Ethan’s appearance. They looked like reflections of each other.

“Why are you wearing my flight suit?”

“Do you have access to the data system?” they both asked simultaneously, surprise etched on their faces.

“Why do you need access?” Pete asked slowly, suspicion growing. He could tell Ethan was up to something, and he was questioning why he was sneaking around such a secure base.

“I need it,” Ethan said, stepping toward Pete’s desk and gesturing at the screen, as if his brother would just comply.

Pete remained unimpressed. “I can’t give you access. For one, I don’t have the clearance. And for another, what the hell are you doing?”

“All I need is to get Benji into the system. It has to be through a designated computer—” Ethan held up a seemingly ordinary USB drive. “Please, Pete, I need this. The IMF is hiding something, and we can’t let it go, especially not now.”

“I’m not letting you hack my computer, Ethan! That’ll flag me! Now I’m dragged into this because you decided to impersonate me!” Pete shook his head.

Ethan understood Pete’s hesitation; he realized he hadn’t thought this through completely. He was meant to access the Admiral’s computer instead.

“Okay, you’re right, 100%,” Ethan conceded, his tone softening. “But you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I just need the intel.”

Pete sighed, realizing this was likely a life-or-death situation—something world-ending, which was all too familiar with his brother.

“I promise it won’t be traced. Benji’s too good for them to catch it,” Ethan said, his smile almost pleading.

Pete pushed back in his chair, and Ethan quickly moved around to plug the USB into the PC. “Thank you—Benji, you got a connection?”

“Loading in now. Give me five minutes, and we’ll be out,” Benji replied in Ethan’s ear. He could almost hear the rapid clicks of Benji’s fingers on his laptop keyboard.

The twins stared at the monitor as files flickered by, Pete's expression tinged with annoyance.

“You owe me for this. If it leaks, I swear I’ll end you,” Pete said, his voice low but intense. Ethan nodded with a grin, aware that Pete rarely threatened, but this situation was risky. Fightertown was the closest airbase, and they had to be careful.

“I promise, it won’t get out. Just stay in your office when I leave. I have a plan—once I ditch this uniform.” Ethan tugged at the restrictive green fabric, feeling its constriction. It wasn't the worst outfit he'd worn, but certainly not his favorite.

“Got it!” Benji signaled, and Ethan swiftly pulled the USB from the port, slipping it into his flight suit pocket before stepping back.

“What’s wrong with my flight suit?” Pete asked, brow furrowed in mock offense. He practically lived in that uniform, and now his brother was throwing shade.

“Maverick, good to see you actually behaving—”

Their heads snapped up as the door opened, revealing a pair of cold, bright blue eyes behind clear glasses.

“Ice!” Pete exclaimed, his voice strained with forced cheer, while Ethan managed a tight smile. Benji, distracted by his search for the file, had completely overlooked the cameras—Ethan should’ve been more vigilant.

“Do I want to know?” Tom asked, arching an eyebrow as he adjusted his glasses. As the commander, he was privy to many secrets, but he knew that seeing the Mitchell twins in the same room looking like guilty toddlers was never a good sign.