#Legal Data Translation

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[panaromicinoftechs]

Mastering Mobile App Localization: The Ultimate Guide

[mariacallous]

In 2024, wealth concentration rose to an all-time high. According to Forbes’ Billionaires List, not only are there more billionaires than ever—2,781—but those billionaires are also richer than ever, with an aggregate worth of $14.2 trillion. This is a trend that looks set to continue unabated. A recent report from the financial data company Altrata estimated that about 1.2 million individuals who are worth more than $5 million will pass on a collective wealth of almost $31 trillion over the next decade.

Discontentment and concern over the consequences of extreme wealth in our society is growing. Senator Bernie Sanders, for instance, stated that the “obscene level of income and wealth inequality in America is a profoundly moral issue.” In a joint op-ed for CNN in 2023, Democratic congresswoman Barbara Lee and Disney heiress Abigail Disney wrote that “extreme wealth inequality is a threat to our economy and democracy.” In 2024, when the board of Tesla put to vote a $56 billion pay package for Elon Musk, some major shareholders voted against it, declaring that such a compensation level was “absurd” and “ridiculous.”

In 2025, the fight against rising wealth inequality will be high on the political agenda. In July 2024, the G20—the world’s 20 biggest economies—agreed to work on a proposal by Brazil to introduce a new global “billionaire tax” that would levy a 2 percent tax on assets worth more than $1 billion. This would raise an estimated $250 billion a year. While this specific proposal was not endorsed in the Rio declaration, the G20 countries agreed that the super rich should be taxed more.

Progressive politicians won’t be the only ones trying to address this problem. In 2025, millionaires themselves will increasingly mobilize and put pressure on political leaders. One such movement is Patriotic Millionaires, a nonpartisan group of multimillionaires who are already publicly campaigning and privately lobbying the American Congress for a guaranteed living wage for all, a fair tax system, and the protection of equal representation. “Millionaires and large corporations—who have benefited most from our country’s assets—should pay a larger percentage of the tab for running the country,” reads their value statement. Members include Abigail Disney, former BlackRock executive Morris Pearl, legal scholar Lawrence Lessig, screenwriter Norman Lear, and investor Lawrence Benenson.

Another example is TaxMeNow, a lobby group founded in 2021 by young multimillionaires in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland which also advocates for higher wealth taxation. Its most famous member is the 32-year old Marlene Engelhorn, descendant of Friedrich Engelhorn, founder of German pharma giant BASF. She recently set up a council made up of 50 randomly selected Austrian citizens to decide what should happen to her €25 million inheritance. “I have inherited a fortune, and therefore power, without having done anything for it,” she said in a statement. “If politicians don’t do their job and redistribute, then I have to redistribute my wealth myself.”

Earlier this year, Patriotic Millionaires, TaxMeNow, Oxfam, and another activist group called Millionaires For Humanity formed a coalition called Proud to Pay More, and addressed a letter to global leaders during the annual gathering of the World Economic Forum in Davos. Signed by hundreds of high-net-worth individuals—including heiress Valerie Rockefeller, actor Simon Pegg, and filmmaker Richard Curtis—the letter stated: “We all know that ‘trickle down economics’ has not translated into reality. Instead it has given us stagnating wages, crumbling infrastructure, failing public services, and destabilized the very institution of democracy.” It concluded: “We ask you to take this necessary and inevitable step before it’s too late. Make your countries proud. Tax extreme wealth.” In 2025, thanks to the nascent movement of activist millionaires, these calls will grow even louder.

[thewritingfairy]

Wait- Tim care? 🥺

I love you!! I love you so much!!

I saw stories where niglacted reader where Damian cares, Where Jason cares, Alfred (even though he will prioritize the others or he is Yandere and want to have all the reader's time), Steph, Cass, But never Tim and Dick (no. I found a bot where you are neglected and have a good relationship with Dick when AI still just came and I was still trying to understand how it works).

I love Tim and I always feel they did him bad when they portrayed him as seeing someone getting neglected and simply doing nothing.

He knows the pain, he'd act even if it's just in the shadows!!

Thank you for this. 🥹 You made my day.

And can I be 😶‍🌫️anon? I'll drop some asks from time to time.

You get it!! Tim was way too self-aware to ever neglect (Name) without thinking it through. It sounds weird. But hear me out.

Tim knows the damage of the viligante business, and he knows the damage of neglect. But he had a hard time acknowledging his trauma around that, he still doesn't believe he has been abused from time to time. So he brought the two on a scale, and he decided that neglecting you was the best way to protect you.

He thought that's why Bruce ignored you, that he wanted one child that was free from the shakles of their morals and life style. But after Jason's crime he realises, that was never what happened. You're neglected in the same way he was. But he doesn't know how to bring this to Bruce's attention as he fears his love will disappear (which isn't a justifable reason but trauma makes us do crazy shit). So Tim feels like all he can is support you from the sidelines, he just wishes he could make you feel better.

And as I said before, Tim would never ignore your physical pain, but Cassandra would (before she becomes a yandere and before she understands what's going on with you). Tim isn't mentally well, he has never been after his parents neglect. So he cannot help but admire how strong you stand, but he also cannot help the guilt in his stomach as he realises in what pain you are. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.

(Tim was also the one that suggested replicating your room and tried to fix your heirlooms, but since most were centuries old jewerly ect. he didn't want to really do anything without your premission so he just fixed the necklace your mom gave you when you turned 4 and extended the chain so that you could still wear it)

(also edit, idk if you know but AI is incredibly damaging to the environment, they create a lot of electronic waste and consume a lot of water. And story bots collect data like it's a snack. Im against the usage of ai in general due to my internship and personal beliefs (ai art isn't art :) ai stories aren't stories either and by the love of everything that's holy STOP USING AI IN LEGAL FIELDS, now this has become a rant oopsie). I was also really naive when it came to ai, do i wanted to make sure you add this information in this post if anyone wants sources I'll find them and if needed translate them to English)

[sophianightdreamer]

Things that happened in the Official Transformers RPG's lore.

So, I've got my hands on all three rulebooks of the official TF RPG. And also the G. I. Joe RPG, but that's irrelevant right now. My batch did not include the crossover rulebook, sadly.

Therefore, notes on the lore and other details in the "basic" canon, because TFWiki did not go into the details, that grew into this list of odd events mentioned.

First thing first, the general continuity is very close to Cyberverse or G1 Fanon, having the basic outline of G1 cartoon, but with details and chunks of backstory pulled from elsewhere - Optimus is a former archivist/data clerk, Bumblebee is a sportscar, et cetera.

To note, there's a somewhat short introductory "who-is-who" list and basic character sheets with profiles both.

Well, I've already got my whiplash, so it's your turn now.

There's something very funky going on with Devastator. Prowl's introduction blurb directly states that something Combiner Wars-esque/Prowlstator has happened, and reads as implying that Autobots hijacked Devastator. By all accounts, Scrapper is alive, making it a possible genuine canonical instance of Prowlastator with Scrapper alive, but the Constructions as whole are placed with the Decepticons. But, Tergamax mentions that among people that were at any moment replacement parts of Devastator there were five Autobots, Prowl included. What happened?

The "who is who" listing for Autobots includes declarations of jobs/roles/traits. Some of these are notable: 1) Ironhide is a chemist 2) Swerve is in Public Relations 3) Rung is Psy-Ops 4) Perceptor is specifically an engineer 5) Bumblebee is noted as "Hero of the People". Must be popular.

Speaking of roles, monochromatic SIC of the day is Jazz, who is also a strategist now.

All of the people in the introductory list are implied to be the Ark crew, and there are problems regarding space travel for Autobots right now. This means that Anode, Lug, those two kids from IDW2, Elita's team and Glyph are on the crew.

Rattrap is a Decepticon.

Optimus Prime has a thick Iaconian accent in Cybertronian. It turns "Teletraan" into "Teletron".

Character sheets include a list of languages that character speaks. Some of these past the standart English+Cybertronian are completely random. Optimus Prime speaks Dutch. Korean is surprisingly popular. In what could be a nice callback, Slingshot has Arabic. The only two people who know the language of newly-introduced alien species of Catharsians are Ratchet and Wildrider. But the crown is taken by First Aid, who has both ASL and Quileute. Yes, the basically extint language of a small tribe warring legally with Stephanie Meyer.

Speaking of languages, both Megatron and Shockwave are noted passable polyglots, and both lack the Universal Translator perk Soundwave, Blaster and Perceptor have. But while Megatron has vague but limited "languages from across Decepticon territory", Shockwave has "all common languages", implying he knows at least a bit of almost everything manually.

Tracks is a triple changer, apparently.

Decepticons' thing is mass-producing sparkless drone clones of their own members.

There's a general threat level system with lists included, where 0 is a random human civilian, 24 is Optimus and Megatron, and 25 is Omega Supreme and Scorponok. Chosen numbers for some characters are thought-provoking. Jazz is 14. Ratchet is 15. First Aid is 9. Wildrider is 6. Ironhide and Starscream are tied with 17. Lord Zarak by himself is 10.

Transformers The Movie sort-of happened, with no apparent notable casualties except for Megatron, who got Galvatroned, but there is a chance that Cyclonus, while a minion of Unicron, predates those events. He is also in an odd position of formally being a part of Decepticons and not the followers of Unicron, who are technically a separate faction.

Scorponok and Deathsaurus are member of Decepticon High Command/Conclave along with Shockwave and Soundwave. Nobody trusts Starscream, so he is not there, but he has the air force.

Mindwipe is, once again, a sorcerer.

Predacons, the combiner team, somehow adopted a sharkticon.

The evil plan du jour of, apparently, pre-Unicron era is converting Earth into the second Cybertron via several colony sites.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey I love your work!! you seem like such a gorgeous, thoughtful person.

I had a question, and you seem trustworthy—Cas have you seen the new ao3 privacy policy? the one with another checkbox? what’s that about? I’m a little scared especially with recent events and the actual documentation seems a little vague. what do you think? I live in the states

I have, and I come armed with research!

For those of you who don't know, the new policy states:

By checking this box, you consent to the processing of your personal data in the United States and other jurisdictions in connection with our provision of AO3 and its related services to you. You acknowledge that the data privacy laws of such jurisdictions may differ from those provided in your jurisdiction. For more information about how your personal data will be processed, please refer to our Privacy Policy.

To translate, this means you are consenting to your personal information (IE: e-mail address and IP address) being shared according to US privacy laws, not the laws of whatever country you live in or happen to currently be reading from. This is because AO3 is US-based.

This sounds scary.

However, if you delve deeper into AO3 privacy policies, it says:

We may share Personal Information if we:

are legally compelled to do so;

have a good-faith belief that such action is necessary to comply with a current judicial proceeding, court order, or legal process served on the OTW; or

are cooperating with law enforcement authorities.

We will cooperate with all investigations conducted by law enforcement authorities within the United States when legally required to do so. Cooperation with law enforcement authorities from other countries and cooperation when it is not legally required are at our sole discretion. Our discretion looks favorably on freedom and justice, and unfavorably on oppression and violence.

Basically this means they'll share your info if they're told to by law enforcement, which has ALWAYS been a law. This isn't a change. I think they just added this to say "Hey, remember if you live outside the US, just know that we as a website have to comply with US-based laws because we live here, and things suck here right now!"

The last part of their statement is also really telling. The creators of ao3 believe in free expression and are not trying to get you in trouble or censor your work. You're not going to get in trouble for posting/reading gay fanfics. It's not illegal to do so. (If that changes, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it).

I think the most important thing now is to advocate for the necessity of websites like ao3, because some people don't like websites like that. I think this shows that there will be probably more opponents to websites like this in the future. But I don't think the FBI is going to come and knock on the doors of everyone who reads bedtime stories on ao3.

Honestly, Ao3 is more transparent about this info than most people. all websites can share any personal info you put in if legally compelled to do so.

[hussyknee]

Applying a conservative estimate of four indirect deaths per one direct death9 to the 37 396 deaths reported, it is not implausible to estimate that up to 186 000 or even more deaths could be attributable to the current conflict in Gaza. Using the 2022 Gaza Strip population estimate of 2 375 259, this would translate to 7·9% of the total population in the Gaza Strip

(Source: The Lancet)

The Lancet is one of the oldest and highest impact peer-reviewed medical journals in the world. Deliberate undercounting of deaths is a key feature of genocides.

The Electronic Intifada estimated it at 193,000 a few days before.

The reported number of martyrs on Wednesday this week was 37,718. It’s important to note that this number only includes martyrs who have been identified by name and civil ID number through the beleaguered health ministry in Gaza. Given the breakdown of reporting systems due to heavy destruction of infrastructure and personnel, this number, even with its limited parameters, is a gross underestimation. Based on more accurate figures of approximately 370 people killed daily, multiplied by 264 days of genocide, the actual number is closer to 97,680 martyred. (Per OCHA estimate of 15 martyrs per hour: Over the course of 264 days, which amounts to 6,336 hours, this number would roughly be 95,040).

...

Based on these estimates, both conservative and data-driven, respectively, the actual figures are likely as follows: • 377,280 buildings destroyed completely or partially • 95,040—97,680 martyred • 221,760 injured • 24,750 dead or dying from starvation • 42,000 missing (presumed dead, kidnapped by Israel’s occupying forces or possibly trafficked). The following ranges represent conservative estimate or lower range of data-driven population estimates: • 17,050—94,049 with chronic illnesses dead from lack of medication • 14,408—255,985 dead from epidemics resulting from Israel’s assault This means the actual number of dead is closer to 194,768—511,824 people, with 221,760 injured. And counting.

(Source: The Electronic Intifada)

Israel surrounded the last remaining hospital in the Gaza Strip with tanks and ordered it evacuated and shut down 12 hours ago.

If you still want to believe the pussy-footing toll of counted and reported deaths that can stand up to Western propaganda, after nine fucking months of dropping more than 70,000 tons of bombs on a 41 kilometer strip, exceeding World War II bombings in Dresden, Hamburg, London combined, rather than the statistical breakdown of humanitarian orgs and medical journals, then have at. There's no point telling you to believe the victims and question your own biases towards your own heavily propagandized establishments.

But if you can do basic math, then please use The Lancet's estimated death toll. The massacre of 8% of the Gaza Strip is a conservative estimate and still apocalyptic. Resist all attempts to diminish it. Remember that this is the result of the United States's obstruction of justice and open-handed abetting of genocidaires. Keep fighting.

Btw:

While the war itself is estimated to have generated between 420,265 and 652,552 tonnes of carbon dioxide equivalent (CO2e) so far—equivalent to burning more than 1.5 million barrels of oil—this figure soars to more than 61 million tonnes when pre-and post-war construction and reconstruction are included. This is more than the annual emissions of 135 individual nations—but there is currently no legal obligation for militaries to report or be held accountable for their emissions.

(Source: EuroNews)

[cosmicpuzzle]

Occupations Signified by each Planet 👩🏻‍💻💼💰💸

Sun: Politics, entertainers, military and army commanders, directors, Government officials, public servants, ministers, Prime Ministers, Presidents, Governors.

Moon: Nursing, babysitters, chefs, coast guard, navy, real estate agents, kindergarten teachers, import export, restaurants, clothing, grocery shop.

Mars: Dentist, surgeon, butcher, real estate builders, mechanical/civil engineers, cooks, bodyguards, army, military, airforce, chemists, mechanics, hair cutters, fabrication, marital arts, firefighters, masseuses.

Mercury: Accountants, bookkeepers, data analyst, all types of data work, teachers (especially school), consultants, writers, businessmen, traders, astrologers, speech therapist, language translators, bankers, media personnel, journalist, social media manager, mathematicians, computer operators, customer support, lawyers, coders, programmers, minister.

Jupiter: Lawyers, judge, priest, mentors, advisors, coach, sports coaches, teachers, professors (college level), financial consultants, legal counsel, travel agent, preachers, spiritual teachers, Gurus.

Venus: Artist, movie stars, celebrity, musicians, dancers, singers, jewelers, luxury car dealers, sweet shops, marriage counselor, interior designers, fashion designers, textiles, perfume dealers, air hostess, sex workers, makeup artist, brokers, painters, designers, holiday or vacation agents, ambassadors.

Saturn: Manual jobs, masonry, carpenter, iron or steel worker, geologist, servants, oil and gas worker, executioner, mortician, social service, gardener.

Rahu: Technology, programmers, scientist, nuclear management, toxic chemicals, anesthesia, visa agents, advertising, online jobs, online marketing, drug specialists, alcolol dealers, smartphone service.

Ketu: Astrologers, psychics, monks, nuns, medical workers, doctors, pin hole surgeons, charity, social service, mathematicians, clock and watch makers, black magicians.

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[writerslittlelibrary]

Wasn't she sixteen...?

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summary: when you are on a mission with your uncle Steve, you accidentally become part of a large, secret Hydra experiment, and suddenly, you return to the compound as a toddler…

pairing: Winterwidow x adopted daughter teen/toddler reader

warnings: none I think

genre: fluff

words: 3333

a/n: I remember reading something with the reader turning into a toddler a long time ago, and the idea always stuck with me. I figured it would be really cute to do it with an adopted reader, because it means that Natasha and Bucky have never taken care of a toddler

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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A simple mission. That is what Fury said. A simple data collection. In and out. 

“Simple,” Steve scoffed as her carried a sleeping 2 year old in his arms. As it turns out, the mission was not as simple as Fury had initially stated. The Hydra base was in fact, not empty, and you, were in fact, not ready. 

Fury had assured Natasha and Bucky you would be fine. You had been with the Avengers since you were 11. You had been fighting your entire life before that, and now you were with the Avengers and all you wanted was to follow in the footsteps of your adoptive parents. 

Natasha and Bucky couldn’t be more proud, yet they also couldn’t be more worried. 

You had never been on a mission before. Natasha and Bucky deemed them to dangerous, and you were only 16. They didn’t want you on missions until you were at least a legal adult.

You were upset of course when they told you, but it didn’t take you long before you understood. Missions were dangerous, and despite your upbringing, you were simply not ready yet. 

However, when Fury came to Natasha and Bucky with a file, which contained an easy mission, they decided you were allowed to go.

It would be a quick in and out mission. There wouldn’t be any danger and your uncle Steve would be with you. Everything would be fine, except it wasn’t.

The mission appeared to be more complicated than Fury had originally thought, and the Hydra base seemed to be anything but abandoned. The scouts Fury had sent out prior to the mission had been deceived. It was a trap, for you.

You had Steve had gone inside the base, finding the control room and copying the data.

However, when you were copying the data Steve heard strange noises coming from the hallway. He told you to stay put and finish the data transfer while he went to check.

You did as he said, continuing to transfer all the data from the computer. 

However, once the screen displayed 100 percent, all electricity in the room fell away. The door fell shut, and a red light was all that lit up the room. 

You pulled the usb out of the computer in a haste, trying to see if you could get the door open. You were unsuccessful, and despite your training, you were starting to panic. You could hear grunts and blows landing not far from your location and so you figured Steve was fighting off multiple Hydra agents. 

After you unsuccessfully tried to open the door, you took a step back, taking a deep breath and emptying your mind. You tried to remember what you father told you.

“Don’t dwell on situations gone wrong. Accept the unexpected. Don’t stand around whining. Try to find another way.” 

You could hear your father’s voice in your head, repeating the things he had taught you. Don’t dwell on the situation, you repeated in your head as you turned around, scanning the room to try and find something else that could help you. 

It didn’t take long before you spotted the end of a vent in the ceiling, and after pushing the large computer from the desk, you moved it over to the wall. 

You climbed to stand on top of the desk as you inspected the vent, figuring you could fit through if you managed to get it open. 

The metal was screwed into the wall rather tightly, and the vent wouldn’t budge as you tried your best to pull it open. While focusing on the vent, you failed to notice Steve trying to talk to you through the door.

Once you heard him yell your name, you turned around, jumping off the desk and making your way to the door. 

“It’s a trap! They’re gonna do something to you!” you heard Steve yell as he tried to get the door open. He too failed to open the door, despite his super soldier serum. 

You ran back to the desk, climbing on it once more and trying to open the vent with much more force than before. This was supposed to be an easy mission. You wanted to make your parents proud. You’ll be damned if you get trapped back with Hydra because of it. 

However, after you tried your absolute best to get the vent open, you still failed, and the red lights in the room started to flicker as an alarm could be heard. 

Smoke started to fill the room and you tried to hold your breath for as long as you could.

It didn’t take long before you had to breath again, and as soon as you did you felt the smoke work its was inside, infecting your brain and your senses. You lost your balance and fell off the desk, unable to break your fall as the smoke fogged up your brain, confusion taking over. 

You tried to stand. To get to the door. To get to uncle Steve, but it was worthless. 

You laid on the floor until you lost consciousness. 

After the smoke had taken effect on you, the alarm stopped. The smoke disappeared from the room and the red light returned to normal. The door sprung open and Steve rushed inside. 

However, what he found was not exactly what he was expecting. 

There you were, sitting on the ground with a pile of suit around you. You were no longer sixteen, you were a toddler. You looked to be around two, and because only your body had shrunken, the suit you were once wearing was way to big, and so it piled up around you.

Once you saw your uncle Steve your recognised him immediately, even in this from, and you giggled and smiled as you reached your little arms up. 

Steve picked you up quickly, rushing back to the Quinjet and discarding of your suit, wrapping you in a warm blanket instead. You had a few cuts and bruises on your little body but they didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest as you giggled and laughed while playing with Steve’s beard. 

He sighed as set the coordinates for the Quinjet back to the Avengers tower, contemplating on how the hell he was going to explain this to Natasha and Bucky.

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Once Bucky and Natasha heard that the Quinjet was landing, they rushed to meet you, wanting to hold you in their arms and assure themselves you were safe. 

However, when Steve walked off the Quinjet, a confused and guilty look on his face while carrying a little child, they could only think the worse. Natasha and Bucky rushed over to Steve, asking what had happened to their child. They needed to know you were safe.

Steve chuckled dryly as he held your tiny form up, and the moment you saw Natasha and Bucky you started smiling, reaching for Natasha, wanting your mama to hold you.

Natasha took you from Steve confused, before she took a good look at the toddlers face and realised that it was indeed, you. 

“Y/n?!” Natasha exclaimed confused. 

“Mommy!” you giggled happily as you buried your face into her shoulder, exhausted from the journey. 

“Wasn’t she sixteen when we sent her with you…?” Bucky asked confused, a dangerous tone hidden underneath his playful one.

“Well, you see, she got hit with some kind of strange gas and now… well… she turned into a toddler…” Steve explained, scratching the back of his head while avoiding to make eye contact.

“What…?” Natasha asked even more confused, rubbing your back gently as you fussed before you settled down again. 

“I don’t know what happened. The Hydra base we were at was not abandoned, but they didn’t try to hurt us. I left her alone for just a minute while I went to fight other Hydra agents off, and when I came back, well…” he finished, motioning to your sleeping form.

“I’m really sorry…” Steve added apologetically as he looked down. 

Bucky took a deep breath before laying his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. 

“We’ll go and see Bruce. Hopefully he can help us reverse it,” Bucky stated. Steve looked up at him confused, before he noticed Natasha’s massive smile while she interacted with your younger self. Maybe this wasn’t all bad. 

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After speaking with Bruce and Tony, Natasha and Bucky found out that your little form was reversible, but that it would simply take time. They stated that eventually the effects of the gas would wear off, and then you’d be back to your normal, teenager form again. 

Natasha and Bucky thanked them as they made their way to the living room, you still happily in Natasha’s arms. 

Bucky had already started planning an entire mental list of all the things they would have to get for you. I mean, you were two years old and the only thing that adorned your little body was the fuzzy blanket from the Quinjet. 

There weren’t any clothes for you. There wasn’t anything in the Avengers tower for a two year old.

On top of that, Natasha and Bucky had never taken care of a toddler before. You were eleven when the Avengers saved you, and you were eleven when you were adopted by Natasha and Bucky. They didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a young child.

While Bucky rummaged in the kitchen, trying to find something appropriate for you to eat, Natasha sat on the couch with you in her lap, playing peek a boo while you giggled and tried to copy her movements. 

Bucky eventually settled on grabbing you an apple, coming back from the kitchen and handing it to you. 

Natasha gave him an unimpressed look when you took the apple from Bucky’s hand, studying it for a second before holding it back up to Bucky. Bucky looked confused, sending Natasha a glance for help.

“She’s two, James,” Natasha simply stated as Bucky hesitantly took the apple back.

“Daddy cut,” you stated as you pointed at the apple, and Bucky immediately realised how stupid he had been. 

He went back into the kitchen, hearing you giggle as Natasha stated, ‘stupid daddy,’ in a playful tone. Once he returned with the apple, cut this time, he sat beside Natasha, holding the little bowl while you reached for a piece. 

You happily munched on your apple slice while you laid down on Natasha’s chest. 

Perhaps they should lay you down for a nap soon. 

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Clint had heard about what had happened to you. He had immediately started digging around in the old clothes from Lila and Nathaniel. The clothes they had kept from Lila were all baby clothes, and so he settled on just grabbing some of Nathaniel’s clothes. 

He arrived at the compound quickly, finding you still sitting on the couch, finishing your last apple slice. 

Natasha held you close as she softly rocked you back and forth, a happy and content smile on her face. She loved you more than anything in the world. She loved your shopping trips, your determination when you insisted on certain songs during car rides. Your ability to make Bucky say yes to whatever you asked. But she could not deny how much she had longed to hold you in your younger years.

Holding you, in your two year old form, was everything she had ever wanted. 

You were so small. So fragile. So young. Natasha was more than grateful that she gets to experience you being so small as well. 

Clint smiled at the sight, walking into the living area and sitting on a chair close to Natasha and Bucky. 

“She’s adorable,” he stated as he got a good look at you.

Your little head perked up at the sound of his voice. “Uhncle Clint!” You stated happily, tripping over your words as they came out as a mushed up mess. 

“Hello there tiny,” Clint responded as he smiled at you.

“I got you some of Nathaniel’s old clothes. I couldn’t find anything from Lila’s but I figured this will do for now,” Clint explained to Natasha and Bucky as he handed Bucky the clothes. 

You little arm immediately reached towards the pile of clothes, sitting up straight in Natasha’s lap as you pulled the clothing items out of the perfect pile, wanting to see all of them. Eventually, you reached for a shirt with little planets on it. You held it up to Natasha. 

“On mama,” you stated firmly, to which Natasha laughed while she helped you into the shirt. 

Eventually, you were happily dressed in a miss matching set of pajamas, leaning into Natasha again as your eyes started to fall close. 

“I think it’s time for a nap,” Natasha stated as she stood up, holding you tightly to her chest as she made her way towards hers and Bucky’s bedroom. Bucky followed her as they went into the bedroom, Natasha laying you on the bed. 

“Do two year olds wear diapers…?” Bucky asked, deep in thought while he contemplated putting a diaper on you or not.

Natasha let out a huff of amusement before handing a diaper to Bucky.

“Yes they do,” she stated as she sat down on the bed, making sure you kept laying down as Bucky gave her a confused look.

“Well go on dad, put a diaper on your kid,” Natasha stated playfully, listening to your giggles as Bucky’s face heated up. 

“I don’t know how…” Bucky stated, a little embarrassed. 

“Come on super soldier, I’ll talk you through it. It’s not that hard,” Natasha explained as she motioned for Bucky to get to work. 

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After Bucky’s diaper adventure you were asleep pretty quickly, all the excitement from the day catching up to you as you slept peacefully on the big bed. Natasha had laid pillows all around you, building some kind of wall to ensure you wouldn’t roll out of the bed while you slept. 

After you were down and content, Natasha had offered to go to the mall to pick out a few necessities for you. Bucky had reluctantly agreed, even though he was terrified to take care of you. You were only a little baby, and he was terrified to hurt you. 

Natasha had assured him that he would do great, and Clint had offered to stay nearby incase Bucky would need anything.

And so, Natasha happily went to the mall, shopping in all the baby stores as she put way to many objects in her basket. She had never had such an experience before. Sure, she occasionally picked up a thing or two for Clint’s kids, but getting to pick out stuff for her own little girl felt entirely different.

She had already received a dozen texts while she was gone, all from Bucky as he slightly panicked with every sound or movement you made. 

Natasha chuckled to herself as she read through the texts, assuring Bucky you were fine and that you were just sleeping like any normal toddler would. 

“Are you looking for anything specific?” 

The question pulled Natasha away from her phone, turning to look at the woman beside her. She had a kind smile on her face as she scanned the objects in Natasha’s basket. 

“Oh, uhm, I’m not sure,” Natasha stated, giving the woman a smile back.

“Your first child?” the woman asked, and Natasha nodded with a bright smile on her face. 

“It was unexpected, to say the least,” she chuckled at her own joke, watching the woman’s face as she smiled kindly. 

“How old is she?” the woman asked, judging by the basket contents that you were a girl.

“Two,” Natasha stated as she picked up another set of pajamas, the pattern a collection of different cartoon drawings of your favourite animal.

“It’s a great age. I loved it when my kids were that age,” the woman told Natasha.

“Children that age often want comfort items. Does she have anything like a stuffed animal, or maybe a special blanket?” the woman suggested, and Natasha thought for a moment before shaking her head. 

“No, I suppose she doesn’t. I should probably pick one up for her,” she stated as she gave the woman another smile, moving to walk over to the stuffed animal section. 

The woman trailed behind her and guided her towards a collection of adorable bears, all dressed in various pajama sets that were sold around the store. 

“You could get one with the same pajamas as your daughter,” the woman explained excitedly, picking up a bear dressed in the same pajamas that Natasha had picked out earlier.

Natasha took the bear, thanking the woman before making her way to check out. 

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Once Natasha arrived back at the Avengers tower the first thing she noticed was how the common area was a chaos. Clint and Wanda were looking around while Bucky just paced around panicking. 

Natasha walked over to Bucky, a determination to calm her boyfriend down before he would have a mental breakdown.

“Y/n’s gone,” Bucky stated as he say Natasha come into view.

Clint immediately turned around upon hearing Bucky’s words, letting out a chuckle and walking over to Natasha as well. 

“For the record, y/n is not gone, she is simply playing hide and seek,” Clint started, looking around. “And she’s damn good at it…”

Natasha laughed as she set her bags on the couch.

“Y/n? Sweetie, it’s mommy. I have some things for you,” Natasha stated in a sing songy voice, her ears immediately perking up when she heard your excited giggles coming from her right. 

There you were, running as fast as your little legs could take you, straight for Natasha’s lap.

You jumped up on the couch, climbing onto Natasha as you hugged her tightly. 

“Mommy!” you exclaimed happily, giggling as Natasha attacked your face with kisses.

“Was my little princess hiding from daddy?” Natasha asked as you nodded, still giggling as you pointed over to Bucky.

“Daddy not finding me!” you exclaimed, stretching out to give Natasha a kiss on her cheek. 

Bucky sighed with relief as he moved to sit down beside you two, his large hand stroking your back, it almost being as big as your entire back. You giggled and pushed yourself away from Natasha, using her shoulders to push yourself up so you could give Bucky a kiss as well.

“I best at hid and seeking,” you stated proudly, and Bucky chuckled as he nodded, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Look what I have for you my little malyshka,” Natasha said as she reached into the bag, pulling the stuffed animal from the bag and handing it over to you.

You smiled brightly, immediately hugging the bear tightly to your chest when you got it into your hands. 

“Matching pajamas…” Bucky stated with amusement as he pulled the pajama set from the bag, holding it up for you and Natasha to see. 

You gasped in excitement as reached over to it.

“On mommy, on,” you stated as you managed to get the pajamas in your hands.

Natasha chuckled and helped you out of Nathaniel’s old clothes, ripping open the packaging of the new pajamas and helping you put them on. 

“I look like bear!” you exclaimed happily as you looked at yourself, holding up your bear for Natasha and Bucky to see.

“Yes you do doll,” Bucky stated as he pulled you into his lap, showering your face with kisses.

Both Natasha and Bucky would never say it out loud, but they hoped you would stay a two year old for a little while longer, loving the new domestic feeling it gave them to raise a little kid. Of course, they loved you and they would be more than happy when you were to turn back into your teenage self, but they couldn’t deny the fact that they wanted to enjoy holding your little form for as long as possible. 

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[sgiandubh]

I love your style, intelligent, down to earth, very practical, not in the 5-10 children in 7 years part of the fandom. Guess that’s why I’m very intrigued by your take on recent events. I feel a massive shift in their public behavior, very different from the last 6-7 years where they tried very hard to separate themselves from their characters and each other. Why do you think that is?

Dear @i-ship,

Thank you very much for the kind words. I try to keep things in check and base my opinions on solid facts. Not 'FACTS', mind you, but as much as possible publicly available documents and data. The not so public things (meaning you have to pay for those, which indicates a different confidentiality level) I keep for myself, because I am not an idiot: in no way, however, do they contradict the rest, in which case I would immediately recalibrate my analysis. I also know very well that confirmation bias has often been mentioned as a sad excuse across the street, when things didn't look good for them. That is wishful bullshit, because no legal professional would prostitute their skill in order to shoehorn reality into a given scenario. Papers speak by themselves - there is no need to stretch the information they contain, but yes, you can (and you should) interpret them. Therefore, all I did was to translate in everyday English what is often not accessible to everyone and wrap it in a bit of context. This is, apparently, a mortal sin and I know it is the main reason I am being hated with a passion, by many.

All of the above just to stress the fact that I am not easily swayed by sensational pics, tidbits and gifs. I may sound like a damned party pooper to you, but I prefer to patiently follow what I think is interesting, rather than childishly bounce on my chair every single time people see what they really saw a thousand times before, in eleven years of saga. Nor do I need to have confirmation four times a day of something that simply exists, irrespective of the fact I know about it or not.

I will say only this: C definitely looks as she DGAF about the whole circus anymore. It started with the piggyback pics, on March 25, continued with the Taylor Swift concert (the only time I allowed myself to oooh and awww at 4 AM) and is now seemingly confirmed by these new promo pics and interviews. Yes, they screeched 'it's fan service', but as far as I know nobody forced C to behave the way she clearly intends to show everyone. It's Season 7B, for Christ's sake, the script is hogwash and the acting is not so good (yes, I will need a rewatch to write something decently balanced about it), the audience numbers are dwindling and OL is on its way out. Hard truths, no matter how you turn it: why would she open again the door to 'speculation' (ah, but what's in a word?), especially considering this cesspool of a fandom's obsessive-compulsive collective behavior?

Unless...

Unless, @i-ship. Let's not write the script, but you got me. I hope this answers your question - at any rate, it was a pleasure trying to.

[hunieday]

9th Anniversary story - Chapter 2 : The Power to Respond.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Isumi Haruka: Haa, I'm tired.

Inumaru Touma: Let's wait around here. Utsugi-san said he'll bring the car around.

Natsume Minami: That sounds good…Oh my?

Mido Torao: What's up?

Natsume Minami: Those ladies over there, aren’t they our fans?

Mido Torao: Ah… yeah, they might be.They’re holding our merch.

Isumi Haruka: They’re saying “��OOḼ”! I wonder what they’re talking about!?

Woman A: ŹOOḼ is the best! Especially the vocals team~!

Inumaru Touma: Ohh! By “vocal team” do you think they mean us?

Isumi Haruka: Ehehe! Maybe?That’s kinda embarrassing~!

Natsume Minami & Mido Torao: …

Woman B: But the performance team is great too! If anything, aren't they even better?!

Mido Torao: Hahaha, hell yeah.

Natsume Minami: Fufufu, that’s right.

Isumi Haruka & Inumaru Touma: …

Isumi Haruka: (Oh, this…is kinda… awkward…huh…?)

Inumaru Touma: (Did we get too excited at first and make them feel bad…?)

Mido Torao: (Did I just… kinda… act like a child…?)

Natsume Minami: (I’m supposed to be the worldly quick-witted person, my reaction could’ve been more sophisticated…)

Woman A: But all four of them are cool, right?

Woman B: Totally! That’s so true!

Inumaru Touma: Y-yeah, exactly! I think so too!

Isumi Haruka: Me too~!

Mido Torao: Me too, me too!

Natsume Minami: I-I agree with you as well.

Shiro Utsugi: Sorry for keeping you waiting guys. Please get in the car.

Inumaru Touma: Thank you very much.

Shiro Utsugi: Speaking of which, we were talking about something interesting earlier.

Isumi Haruka: What was it?

Shiro Utsugi: About which team is stronger, ŹOOḼ’s vocal team or performance team.

Inumaru Touma: (Horrible timing…)

Isumi Haruka: (Why would you even say that when you’re the manager…)

Shiro Utsugi: Oh, I forgot to specify. This is about the upcoming sports festival you’re participating in by the way.

Mido Torao: (Still bad timing…)

Natsume Minami: (If we’re talking about a sports event, the performance team will obviously win.)

Isumi Haruka: (The vocal team will win…)

Inumaru Touma: (Haru and I are more competitive and we hate losing…Mina and Tora aren’t as stubborn..)

Mido Torao: (Me and Minami train more regularly. Touma and Haruka focus mostly on singing…)

ŹOOḼ: (What’s gonna happen if only one side wins…)

Shiro Utsugi: The sports festival’s gonna be fun!

ŹOOḼ: (This is gonna be so awkward…)

Okazaki Rinto: An Idol Sports Festival! Momo-kun is guaranteed to shine in this one!

Momo: That’s not true! A lot of us are very athletic after all! But I’ll do my best to make the event exciting!

Yuki: Yeah. You do your best for my sake, too.

Okazaki Rinto: You’ll be participating as individuals rather than as Re:vale this time.

Okazaki Rinto: Which means, Momo-kun’s efforts will be Momo-kun’s, and Yuki-kun’s efforts will be Yuki-kun’s.

Yuki: No way… Even though Re:vale are two in one.

Momo: Kyaa! We’re one in heart and soul!

Okazaki Rinto: Not this time. Momo-kun’s victory will be Momo-kun’s, and Yuki-kun’s loss will be Yuki-kun’s.

Yuki: You just straight up called me a loser.

Momo: So we’re gonna go solo the entire competition?

Okazaki Rinto: No, we’ll conduct physical fitness tests first, and based on the results, you’ll be split into Red and White teams. The main event will be between those two.

Momo: We’re doing fitness tests!?

Okazaki Rinto: Ah, do you hate them…?

Momo: Absolutely not! Does this mean I can legally obtain Yuki-san’s physical performance data!?

Yuki: Do you even want that?

Momo: Of course I do!!!

Momo: I’ve gathered every last possible piece of information, but I was never able to get my hands on his fitness test results since we went to different high schools!

Momo: Yaaaay! I’m so happy~!

Okazaki Rinto: See? Momo-kun’s so excited about it.

Yuki: Then I guess I’ll have to take the fitness test seriously…

Momo: What kind of tests are there!?

Okazaki Rinto: There are quite a few! Grip strength test, sit-and-reach… In total, there are seven tests!

Yuki: That many?

Momo: Amazing… I wonder if they’ll let MEZZO”’s manager take the fitness test too…

Yuki: So we’re getting split into teams based on the test results. Would it be okay for us to end up in different teams?

Momo: My fave is my fave, but a game is a game.

Yuki: This guy’s in it to win.

Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun, do your best as well. At least try not to come in last place.

Yuki: That shouldn’t be a problem.

Okazaki Rinto: Why’s that?

Yuki: Because Riku-kun’s gonna be there.

Okazaki Rinto: You have no mercy towards your cute junior.

Yuki: We’re good friends though. We always talk about how if there was a zombie outbreak, either him or me would die.

Momo: How about you don’t have conversations like that?!

Okazaki Rinto: The future of this planet is much brighter than that.

Yuki: Well, anyways, I’ll do my best at the Idol Sports festival.

Momo: Let’s give it our all!! I’m really looking forward to both the fitness tests and the actual main event!

Takanashi Tsumugi: And so, the day of the fitness test arrived.

Reporter: Hello, everyone!

Reporter: Today, I’ll be reporting on the fitness test for the "9th Anniversary Nana Sports Presents ★ Idol Grand Sports Festival!!"

Reporter: Alright, now let’s take a look at our idols!

Momo: Nice to meet you all!

Izumi Mitsuki: Looking forward to it!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Wow! There are mats and vaulting boxes, this looks like a gymnasium!

Yaotome Gaku: This view feels nostalgic! Makes me wanna do a handstand.

Nikaido Yamato: On the mat? Do it.

Yaotome Gaku: Bet.

Nikaido Yamato: Wait for real !?

Yaotome Gaku: …Hup!

Inumaru Touma: Whoa! He just did a handstand outta nowhere!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s amazing, Gaku!

Yaotome Gaku: …Hup, ho... Haha, that was fun!

Kujo Tenn: You’re like a kid.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Nagicchi, let’s do a cartwheel together!

Rokuya Nagi: OK! Let’s go!

Rokuya Nagi: …Ha…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Take this…!

Osaka Sougo: Wow! You two are amazing!

Reporter: They’re pulling out the big guns right off the bat! They just got on stage and we’ve already seen handstands and cartwheels!

Yaotome Gaku: Heheh.

Rokuya Nagi & Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeahhh!!

Nanase Riku: …Guh, I can’t lose to them!

Izumi Iori: Nanase-san.

Kujo Tenn: Nanase-san, don’t overdo it.

Nanase Riku: I’ll be fine! I just need to lie down like this…

Nanase Riku: And roll across the mat~!

Izumi Iori: What a cute guy…

Kujo Tenn: You win *starts clapping*

Yuki: I can do that too. This might be my best performance today. Momo, keep your eyes on me.

Momo: Yuki, you’re already pulling off your best move!?

Yuki: Rolling across the mat~

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Now you and Riku-kun are in sync.

Momo: Yuki, you still look so handsome even when you’re rolling on a mat…!

Nanase Riku & Yuki: Rolling, rolling~

Reporter: How heartwarming! This is such a healing sight! What’s coming next!?

Isumi Haruka: Ugh!? Are they expecting me to do something!?

Natsume Minami: I just had my hair done.

Inumaru Touma: Tora! Tora, we’re counting on you!

Mido Torao: A-Alright.

Inumaru Touma: Don’t get too flashy though! It’s dangerous!

Mido Torao: Huh!? You’re right… Got it!

Mido Torao: …Hup!

Reporter: Whoa! A backflip! You guys are going all out right from the start, thank you!

Isumi Haruka: Yaaayyy!

Inumaru Touma: You nailed it!

Natsume Minami: I won’t lose.

Mido Torao: Don’t steal my catchphrase!

Reporter: Okay everyone, let’s get started with the fitness test!

Reporter: The fitness tests you’ll be taking are as follows!

Reporter: The first is the grip strength test! The second is sit-ups! The third is the sit-and-reach flexibility test!

Reporter: The fourth test is the side-step agility test! The fifth is the shuttle run! The sixth is the 50-meter sprint!

Reporter: And the seventh test is the vaulting box! That makes a total of seven tests!

Nikaido Yamato: These all sound familiar. Do you guys remember how all of these work?

Osaka Sougo: More or less.

Inumaru Touma: What was the sit-and-reach test again?

Isumi Haruka: You stretch your hands forward like this…

Inumaru Touma: Ohh! Yeah, as expected of the guy who’s still doing it.

Reporter: Just so we’re on the same page, I’ll explain each event one by one!

Reporter: The grip strength test is, exactly as the name implies, a test to measure your grip strength.

Reporter: Please hold this device to start measuring.

Reporter: Adjust the width of the handle so that all your fingers, from index to pinky, can hold it firmly.

Reporter: As a general rule of thumb, adjust the length so that your index finger’s second joint is at a right angle, like this.

Reporter: Once you’re ready, relax, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, keep your elbow straight, and squeeze when I give the signal.

Reporter: Like this… Ready, set…!

Rokuya Nagi: Wow! 45.8!

Reporter: Phew…! That’s about the average for an adult male!

Isumi Haruka: Grip strength… That’s all about how strong you are, right? Who’s the strongest here?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ryuu-aniki looks pretty strong.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Mitsuki-kun has a surprisingly strong grip too.

Izumi Mitsuki: I guess so. Momo-san seems like he could crush an apple with his bare hands, though.

Yuki: When he’s angry, yeah..

Reporter: Alright, let’s begin the grip strength test!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: …Take this…!!

Yaotome Gaku: Whoa! 56.2…!!

Yotsuba Tamaki: That’s insane! Damn, I’m not losing either…!

Nanase Riku: You got this, Tamaki! 42.0!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uwoooooh!!

Nanase Riku: It went up! 42.2!

Izumi Mitsuki: Here I gooo!!

Nikaido Yamato: Whoa!! 52.3!! You’re scary! I’m never picking a fight with you again!!

Rokuya Nagi: Great decision.

Yuki: …Hah…!

Momo: Aww! Yuki’s grip strength is 37.8! That’s SO adorable!

Yuki: Hehe. What about you, Momo?

Momo: Hmmmmm? I wondeeeer? Momo-chan can’t even roll sushi properly, you know~!

Yuki: Do your best.

Momo: Ehehe, thanks. I’ll give it my all.

Momo: Haaah…!!

Natsume Minami: 50.3…

Yuki: I am never fighting you ever again.

Inumaru Touma: Hell yeah! 47.5! I beat Tora!

Isumi Haruka: What did you get?

Mido Torao: 46.8. Shit…

Reporter: The grip strength test rankings are in!

Reporter: In third place! Momo-san! 50.3!

Momo: Yaaay! Momorin’s got that strong squeeze☆

Yuki: Nice. You’ve got a healthy body.

Reporter: In second place, Izumi Mitsuki-san! 52.3!

Izumi Mitsuki: I did it!! Peace!

Izumi Iori: Nii-san, you’re so cool…

Nanase Riku: What was your score, Iori?

Izumi Iori: Higher than yours.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sou-chan, you sure they measured it right? Are you trying to act like a pick-me? (1)

Osaka Sougo: No, that is my actual score. Also what does a “pick-me” mean?

Reporter: And now, the first place spotlight goes to…

Reporter: Tsunashi Ryuunosuke-san! With an impressive 56.2!

Yaotome Gaku: Amazing! Just as I expected!

Kujo Tenn: I knew it! Great job, Ryuu!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yeah! I’m glad I did well as a TRIGGER member!

Reporter: Tsunashi-san, what do you think is the reason for your strong grip?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Huh? Let’s see…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It’s love for my members!

Kujo Tenn: Hehe. That’s kind of embarrassing.

Yaotome Gaku: I’m happy to hear that.

Inumaru Touma: How does love for your members make your grip stronger…?

Nikaido Yamato: Who cares? Congrats, Tsunashi-san!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thanks!

Yaotome Gaku & Kujo Tenn: Yaaay!!

To be continued…

Tamaki calls Sougo a “ぶりっこ” = A slang term used to describe someone who acts overly cutesy and child-like to grab attention. 

[mywitchyblog]

PSA: YOUR SCRIPTS ARE SAFE. PERIOD. FULL STOP. 🔒🛡️

No, Notion employees aren’t sipping lattes while reading about your DR love story or your plot to be the main character in Hogwarts.

i saw this on my mutual @shiftinghoesblog and i though some of yall may need reassurence.

The Tea on Notion’s Privacy Policy ☕🍵

Notion’s Data Access and Consent guidelines are crystal clear (source: Notion Help Center). Employees CAN’T just waltz into your notes for funsies. Their policies lock your data down like the vault at Gringotts. Here’s the breakdown:

STRICT Access Controls: Notion employees can only see your data under very specific circumstances, like troubleshooting technical issues. AND THAT’S ONLY IF YOU GIVE THEM PERMISSION. Consent is queen here. 👑 If you didn’t say “yes,” they ain’t got the key, honey.

Encryption is Everything: Your notes are encrypted both in transit (when they’re being sent to the server) and at rest (when they’re stored). Translation? No hacker, Notion intern, or cosmic entity is peeping your Draco Malfoy fantasies or villain-arc DR scripts. 🖤✨

Account = YOURS: You can delete, export, and control every single thing you store in Notion. It’s like having the Elder Wand but for your data. 💼🪄

Let’s Talk Real Safety Tips (Because You’re a Boss 🖤):

If you’re still side-eyeing this, here are ways to flex your data security like the baddie you are:

💻 Password Power-Up: Use a password so strong even Bellatrix couldn’t crack it. And no, “password123” isn’t cutting it, bestie.

🔐 Two-Factor Authentication (2FA): Protect your account like it’s holding the secrets to the multiverse (because, well, it kind of is).

📥 Backup Your Scripts: If Notion gives you the ick, download your scripts and store them offline or in an encrypted file.

And to Those Doubters Saying “But What If—”

Stop it. 🙄✨ Notion has actual legal obligations to protect your data. They’re not out here violating privacy laws to sneak a peek at your alternate-reality plotting. If that’s not enough, why would Linda from IT care about your scripted DR wedding or the drama at your magical prom? THEY DON’T, SWEETHEART. 🥂

So What’s the Vibe?

💎 Notion is Safe AF. 👑 Your DR secrets are sacred. 🔥 Stop worrying and script like the magical icon you are.

Now get back to manifesting your Desired Reality with confidence, sass, and all the ✨main character energy✨ you can muster. Your shifting journey is yours, protected, and unstoppable. 💫🌌 Go slay it, babes. 🔥🖤

[blackwoolncrown]

The issue w literacy is like this...

I have a friend who grew up poor. Neither of their parents completed college. Both his parents are what I would say is 'proper' literate by which I mean they *can* read any common book you'd find for sale in a Barnes and Noble. But...

I'm very close w their family and once in conversation it came out that their father, only semi jokingly, admitted he kind of didn't trust me because I can parse legalese.

My friend themselves can hardly understand talking to legal professionals because they speak in casual legalese. I can't always get through legalese in Spanish because I'm not fully literate in it. Even while I can understand most of the words, it's hard at times to maintain the clauses and meaning of entire sentences so I can't reliably make correct legal decisions without a friend to translate, when it comes to legal contracts.

Literacy is the block here.

-------

Part of what can make reading difficult at higher levels is how much data you have to crunch just to get through a sentence- you kind of have to be able to 'hold' 15, 20, 30 bits of meaning at once so you can understand the sentences- it doesn't go word by word.

This is why there are people who can read at a 5th grade level but get 'tired' or confused when trying to read a college level paper, medical text, legalese or excessively flowery or 'outdated' writing. You have to hold a lot more data in your mind at once, remembering it all while adding the next few sentence fragments and clauses, and draw meaning from it as a whole in order to understand what's being said.

So you can be phonetically literate but illiterate at higher levels---- AND THAT'S WHERE ALL THE IMPORTANT INFORMATION IS BEING KEPT.

It was hurtful when my friends dad expressed a gut distrust of me for understanding legalese-- which he associated with upper class people he couldn't trust--- especially when being able to parse legalese would have been especially helpful to him as a lower class citizen whom the government intentionally fucks over by hiding information in code.

Language is code. It's all code. This shit has levels to it.

Two of my hyperfixations are religious/spiritual texts and scientific texts. For the same reason-- both of these hold incredible information about the world, much of it extremely empowering to the reader. But both of them require decoding!

For thousands of years, secrets about how to manipulate and understand the world we live in has been hidden from people- intentionally mind you- via encoding them in a way that requires higher or specific types of literacy.

Medical literacy is also a specifically low these days which SUCKS especially bc we live-- if you live in the US specifically-- in an age where we can no longer rely on our government to assess and apply scientific information for us beneficially, or even communicate it to us clearly.

However, studies and such are (at least for now) still available-- but the average person cannot read a single medical paper correctly nor do the cross-reference research correctly in order to apply this information in any meaningful way. Because in that realm they are illiterate.

People should be way less fucking concerned about trying to maintain a reading participation badge for audiobooks and more concerned with how much information they may or may not have access to because of a lack of literacy.

[jpitha]

Whatever Happened to Lauren Ingram

This is a continuation of Voiding the Warranty. I thought I posted it here, but I guess I didn't.

"Who?" The human at the window barely looks up from her pad.

"Her name was - is - Lauren Ingram."

The person behind the counter at the embassy looks bored. She sighs. "Missing people cases are to be sent to the local station authorities."

"No, you don't understand, she's not missing, she's gone."

Over all this, Shimmer was getting much better at reading Human facial expressions. This civil servant was bored and annoyed. They had to be careful. One more snarky answer from her and she was going to close the window, and they would not be able to tell the embassy what happened to her. They tried another tack.

"I'm terribly sorry. Maybe there is an error with my translator, you know how they are with complex languages full of nuance, like yours. Lauren Ingram is a human I hired on to my ship - the Star Leaf - as an engineer first class. She was... tinkering with the FlashWarp engines and when she was finished and we warped, not only did we move through space nearly five thousand times faster than we expect but... she disappeared after." Shimmer breathed in shakily. This part was always the hardest to admit. "And I'm seemingly the only one who remembers her."

The woman behind the counter looks out at Shimmer and narrows her eyes. It appeared to Shimmer that she was reaching under her desk - "to push the window close button no doubt", they thought with despair - when instead a scanner pops out of a door above the window. Shimmer was bathed in a warm, yellow light for just a moment.

The door to the embassy hisses open.

The woman gestures, "This way please, sapient."

Shimmer was seated in a room. The walls were white, the ceiling was uniformly lit in white light. The floor was a slightly different shade of white. They sat upon a white chair - built for their frame surprising Shimmer - it was actually comfortable. After a moment, a human entered the room, dressed almost entirely in black. The contrast to the human and the room made them look like they had no color. They sat in a chair opposite Shimmer and took out a thick pad.

"From now on, this conversation is being recorded in full sensorium. All known and recordable senses are being recorded in this conversation so that in the future it can be replayed as completely as possible. State your consent."

"I consent."

The human relaxes slightly. "State your legal name."

"I am-" Shimmer makes a sound with a trilling rising melody "-but my name in Belanic is Shimmering Heat."

"Please describe what happened to Lauren as best as you can."

Shimmer took the next cycle demi explaining to the human what they saw and what happened. The Human had them stop multiple times for more detail, or to explain a part again. Eventually, they reached the story as far as Shimmer knew it.

"So you hired Lauren?"

"Yes, I was the one who signed her on."

"Do you remember her HIND number?" Her Human IdentificatioN Designation.

"Um" Shimmer had not been asked this before by the others when they were trying to find out what happened to Lauren. "7757890 I believe."

The human made an entry into his pad. It chirruped at him, and he narrows his eyes slightly. He sighs and looks up at Shimmer. "Sapient known in Belanic as Shimmering Heat, what you are about to learn is designated as 'Secret, Not To Be Shared'. This means that if we learn that someone else knows it, we will assume you spoke it - even if you didn't - and you will suffer the consequences for the data breach. At this point, you may refuse consent, and this conversation will end, and you are free to leave without learning what I am about to say. What say you?

Shimmer's eye membranes flicked. Unconsciously they turned their head slightly - an old instinct to try and get a better look at something in front of them - it was a gesture that meant consideration. "I can't sleep at night. I keep seeing her. I know she was real, I know she existed. Nobody else says she does. I feel like I am losing my grip on reality. I consent to learn. I will keep your secret."

The human smiles a small smile, folds their pad, and puts it away. He makes a complex gesture into the air and the room changes. The white even light was replaced with the spot and directed light of an office, the white walls become tan, and even art appears on the walls. He stands and holds out his hand. "My name is Agent Victor Henrik, Human InterDimensional Authority. I'm with HIDA"

Shimmer takes his hand and stands. Many of the sapients in the Coalition had their own forms of government and agencies and ministries within their government, but few had as many and as... granular as the humans. Shimmer didn't know HIDA, but had no problem believing they were a real human authority. "Nice to meet you Agent Henrik."

Victor smiled warmly. "Let's go to my office, we can talk there."

Victor leads Shimmer further into the offices, until they reached a door at the end of a long hall. When Victor opens the door for Shimmer, they gasp.

Agent Henrik had a window.

"You have a window!" Shimmer couldn't hide their surprise.

Victor beamed. "I do. It was completely by luck, I didn't do anything to earn it, this is just the office I was assigned." He sounded proud. "I have the only window in the whole embassy. Even the human ambassador doesn't have one."

Once Shimmer enters the office, they could see why the ambassador didn't take the room from Victor, it was cramped. Shimmer shuffles past boxes and sits on the only chair opposite Victor's desk. He also shuffles in sideways and sits down. "Sorry about how cramped the room is."

"It's all right. My quarters on Star Leaf aren't much larger," Shimmer lied.

"Okay. So Lauren."

"Agent Henrik. Am I going insane? Did Lauren exist?"

"Yes. She was real." He takes out his pad and glances at it again. "She died 12 years ago. Groundcar accident, according to the local police report."

"She what?" Shimmer's voice is an unbelieving whisper.

Victor holds up his hands. "That's how she died now. You are also correct that she was an engineer first class on Star Leaf."

"I don't understand."

Victor sighs and puts down the pad. "Shimmer, Lauren accidentally edited herself out of reality."

Shimmer's eye membranes flicked.

Victor raises his eyebrow but continues. "It's not the first time we came across this. She was messing with your FlashWarp engine right?"

Shimmer nods.

"And you were the last one to speak to her before you warped?"

Shimmer nods again.

"That's why you remember her and nobody else does. We're not sure about the science behind it - everyone who keeps experimenting gets edited out of reality - but there's something... unusual about FlashWarp technology. We don't use it much, but since humans sign on with Coalition ships all the time and humans are... well, human about things, humans have tinkered with it." He moves his shoulders in a shrug. "I have to say though, Lauren's work is the first successful mod to a FlashWarp field I've seen. Most of the others either did nothing, or destroyed the drive. Everyone disappeared after the drive was activated though and only the last person to talk to them before the warp remembers them."

"Why?"

Victor snorted a laugh. "If I knew that, I wouldn't be sitting here. Shimmer we have no idea."

Shimmer looks out of the window. It showed a crescent of the planet below, and while they were looking, they see the prismatic flash of a FlashWarp drive activating far in the distance. "How often has this happened?"

"That's Classified."

"Even though, right now we're discussing something 'Secret, Not To Be Shared'?"

"Classified is two levels higher in secrecy."

Shimmer leans forward. "Please. Give me a hint. Is it 10? is it 100? Is it 1000?"

Victor narrows his eyes. "This is all I will say. You explained to Polly - the girl at the front desk - what happened, and she immediately pushed a button summoning me. She wasn't disbelieving and she didn't think you were making something up. What does that tell you?"

Shimmer reels at the realization that if they reacted this quickly and not once accused Shimmer of making things up or misremembering that it happened quite a lot.

Victor looks at Shimmer's expression and nodded. "You understand then."

"What are you doing about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing??"

Shimmer, what can we do? We can't tell all humans to stop messing with FlashWarp drives, it wouldn't do anything. What if we said "if you mess with a FlashWarp drive you might get edited out of reality"? Do you think that wouldn't cause some kind of economic crash at least? What would happen then? Everyone would dump their FlashWarp drives and buy our Flip drives. What would everyone think then?"

Shimmer understands what Victor was saying. If they came forward with this information, everyone would call it fake. A ploy to sell Flip drives.

"All we can do is record the incidents as they happen, and reassure those afflicted that you're not losing your mind. You have just a... unique memory. You clearly remember someone that doesn't exist."

Victor stands. "Shimmering Heat, I wish you the best. Do take care of your FlashWarp drive. It's unique. I recommend taking it back to Flash Incorporated and have them examine it. I imagine you'll get a bonus if it's determined to be safe enough to upgrade everyone's drive."

Shimmer stands and sputtered. "B-But, who will I say did the upgrade?"

Victor's eyes sparkles. "Just tell them the truth. A human did it."

[balkanradfem]

Thank you so much everyone who's been sending me comments, replies and advice for my roommate! I am relieved to tell you that the same day, she came back home from work, with papers in her hands – she got the work permit. I congratulated her and we hugged and both exhaled in relief. She has a permit, I translated it for her, she is now legally okay to work, she can stay and work here for 12 months, and will have some workplace protection since she can ask for legal help. She said the work is okay, she just can't learn the language quickly enough for her boss to be satisfied, and I sat down with her and we went trough some croatian words together – she has already figured out how to say 'mrkva' perfectly, which is a carrot.

I was also thinking about her situation all day, so after we looked trough all of the documents, and made sure she is legally safe, I gave her the following advice. I told her she doesn't need to tell anyone, or even show anyone, but she should take a picture of her leg injury, and write down exactly what happened, on what date, for what reasons, and to write down the weather that day, add as many data as she can to the paper. That way, if anything else happens, she will have documented proof of the abuse, with a picture and written proof that it was going on for a while, and if she at some point needs to prove it in court, or even if she just wants to tell someone, she'll have it in writing, and with pictures to back it up. I also advised her that if anything else happens she should come home to me and I'd make sure she's safe, and to call me.

I'm glad she came to me about workplace abuse and was able to get some comfort. She told me I was her first friend in croatia and she's glad she's not alone anymore. She finds it a blessing to be moved in with me! I'm also glad she's here, but so tired of this country. It happened to me now so many times that women came to me with stories of abuse and it feels overwhelming and inescapable, I actually can't think of more than one roommate who didn't suffer some kind of abuse. I somehow invoke immediate trust and they tell me everything very quickly, which I don't know how it happens, their instincts clock me easily I guess? My roommate didn't even tell her family about what happened but felt safe to tell me.

I long for the world where me and other women can just make jokes and make food for each other and sing and have a good time without the horrors.