#Open Source WiFi

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Wireshark

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[youngsadlesbian]

helloooo!

i have a request for avenger!wanda and doctor!reader wherein wanda comes home from a mission late at night and comes home to reader sleeping on their bed. she thinks it’s just a normal night, until her phone is flooded with messages in the morning as her phone was automatically connected to their wifi. the messages were reader asking where wanda was, because it was their anniversary.

reader ignores her in the morning since she hasn’t been home in awhile, not even for their anniversary. theeeeeen, wanda makes it up to her when she gets home! basically hurt/comfort and angst angst angst.

thank yew!

- 🍂

BETWEEN LOVE AND DISTANCE | wanda maximoff x doctor!reader

summary: wanda returns home late from a mission, exhausted and unaware she missed your anniversary. the distance between you grows, and she desperately tries to fix what she broke.

a/n: thanks for the request. hope u like it!

word count: 1,1k

warnings: angst but with a happy ending.

The apartment was quiet. Unbearably so.

You sat curled up on the couch, your phone clutched in your hand. The dim glow of the screen was the only source of light in the darkened room, illuminating the unread messages you had sent hours ago.

"Wanda, where are you?" "Did you forget what today is?" "I’ve been waiting all night."

You swallowed hard, blinking against the burning in your eyes as you stared at the time. 1:32 AM.

She wasn’t coming.

You had spent the entire day convincing yourself otherwise.

You had left work early, picked out a dress Wanda always said she loved on you, cooked her favorite meal, and even bought a small cake—because today was supposed to be special.

Your anniversary.

One year together. One year of love, laughter, and promises whispered into the night.

But Wanda hadn’t shown up.

No call. No message. Nothing.

You had tried to be understanding. She was an Avenger, after all. Missions came up. Emergencies happened. But this was different. This wasn’t just any other night.

This was supposed to be your night.

By midnight, the hope had drained from you completely.

You blew out the candle on the untouched cake, packed away the dinner you had made, and slipped into bed alone, your heart aching with something heavier than disappointment.

And then, at 1:45 AM, the front door finally creaked open.

You didn’t move.

Wanda’s footsteps were soft as she entered the bedroom. She let out a tired sigh as she shrugged off her jacket, then paused when she noticed your still form beneath the covers.

She smiled softly, thinking it was just another late night after a mission. She climbed into bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before whispering, "I love you."

But you didn’t stir.

And she didn’t yet realize that you were wide awake, staring at the wall, too hurt to acknowledge her presence.

When Wanda woke up the next morning, she reached out instinctively—only to find the bed empty.

She frowned, sitting up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The apartment smelled like coffee, but there was no usual morning greeting, no kiss to start the day.

Confused, she reached for her phone—only to freeze when she saw the screen.

37 unread messages.

Her heart sank as she scrolled through them.

"Happy anniversary." "I made dinner. It’s your favorite." "Where are you?" "Wanda?" "Did you forget?"

Guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She threw the covers off and hurried out of the bedroom, her eyes immediately landing on you standing by the counter, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

You didn’t look at her.

"Baby," Wanda started, voice thick with regret, "I—"

"You forgot," you interrupted, your tone flat.

Her chest tightened. "I didn’t mean to—"

"That doesn’t change the fact that you did."

Wanda took a cautious step closer. "Let me explain—"

You let out a small, humorless laugh, finally meeting her gaze. "Explain what, Wanda? That you were too busy to remember? That I waited all night for you to come home to me, only to realize that I wasn’t even a thought in your mind?"

Wanda’s face crumpled. "That’s not true."

You took a slow breath, shaking your head. "I just… I just needed you to be here."

Silence stretched between you.

Then, with a quiet sigh, you placed your coffee down and grabbed your bag.

"I have to go to work," you muttered, walking toward the door.

Wanda reached out, as if to stop you, but you stepped out before she could.

And then she was alone.

Wanda spent the entire day thinking about how much she had let you down.

The memory of your expression haunted her—the pain in your eyes, the way your voice had cracked ever so slightly when you had said, I just needed you to be here.

She had never seen you like that before.

Never once had you shut her out like this. Never once had she been the one responsible for that kind of pain in your eyes.

So, when evening came, Wanda knew she had to do more than just apologize.

She had to show you.

When you arrived home that night, the apartment was different.

Candles flickered along the shelves and dining table. The scent of your favorite meal filled the air. Soft music played in the background, the same playlist Wanda had made for you months ago.

Your breath caught as you took in the sight.

And then, there she was—standing in the middle of it all, surrounded by red roses, her hands clasped together nervously.

You hesitated, gripping the strap of your bag as you met her gaze.

Wanda swallowed hard before speaking.

"I messed up," she said softly.

You said nothing, waiting.

"I should have been here. I should have remembered. And the worst part is, I hurt you." Her voice wavered. "I never want to be the reason you feel like you don’t matter to me. Because you do. You always do."

Your throat tightened, but you held your ground. "Wanda, I know your work is important. I know that sometimes you have to put the world first. But last night… I needed to know that I mattered too."

Her eyes filled with regret. "You do. You’re my home. And I hate that I made you feel otherwise."

She took a careful step closer.

"Please, let me make it up to you."

You let out a slow breath, scanning the effort she had put into the night—the dinner, the roses, the candlelit warmth of the apartment.

After a moment, you nodded.

Relief flooded Wanda’s face.

She led you to the table, pulling out your chair before sitting across from you. As you took the first bite, the taste of your favorite meal melting on your tongue, Wanda reached across the table and took your hand in hers.

"I love you," she whispered.

And this time, you squeezed her hand back.

"I love you too."

After dinner, Wanda pulled you into the living room, where she swayed you gently to the rhythm of the music.

You sighed into her embrace, the last of your anger slipping away as her warmth surrounded you.

"You really felt bad about it, huh?" you murmured against her shoulder.

Wanda groaned. "I felt awful. I still do."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her. "I’m still upset, you know."

"I know." She cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb across your skin. "But I also know that I’ll spend forever making sure you never feel like that again."

You searched her face, finding only sincerity. Devotion. Love.

And for the first time in twenty-four hours, your chest felt light again.

So, you smiled softly and whispered, "You’re lucky I love you, Maximoff."

A smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned in. "Believe me, I know."

And as she kissed you, slow and lingering, you knew that—despite everything—you would always find your way back to each other.

[devdozes]

♥wifi ritual

idk man, hope yall like it even though i made this cuz i was bored

The café was comfortably warm, the hum of coffee machines blending with soft indie music overhead. You sat at a corner table, sipping on your overpriced latte as you tapped away at your tablet. The place wasn’t too crowded—just a handful of customers lost in their own worlds, either working, scrolling through their phones, or chatting in hushed voices.

Your laptop sat open, but the Wi-Fi was painfully slow. The café’s connection was nearly unusable, so, with a sigh, you decided to do what any chaotic individual would do. You turned on your personal hotspot, set the name to something entirely unhinged, and leaned back with a smirk.

"Scream PENIS whoever wants the Wi-Fi password."

It was a joke. A dumb joke. A joke you never expected anyone to actually acknowledge. It was just one of those things you did for your own amusement, waiting to see if anyone would at least notice and maybe snicker to themselves before moving on with their lives.

You didn’t expect anyone to actually do it.

But then—

“PENIS!!”

The entire café went dead silent.

Your brain short-circuited.

Slowly, so painfully slowly, you turned your head toward the source of the voice.

There, standing in the middle of the café, was a man with silver hair, bright cyan eyes, and an expression of absolute, unshaken confidence. His long, elegant coat draped over his frame like he had just stepped out of a fashion editorial, yet his stance was casual, almost relaxed, as if screaming profanities in public was an everyday occurrence for him.

You knew who he was. Phainon. One of the most eccentric and unpredictable members of the Flamechasers. You’d seen his name in countless reports, heard stories about his antics, but nothing—nothing—could have prepared you for this.

The other café patrons all turned to stare at him in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from mild horror to barely concealed amusement. The barista at the counter looked like they were debating whether or not they should ask him to leave.

Meanwhile, Phainon simply glanced around, looking vaguely pleased with himself, before tilting his head at you.

“Well? I screamed. Where’s my Wi-Fi password?”

You lost it.

A strangled wheeze escaped your throat as you hunched over, nearly knocking over your drink. Your shoulders shook violently as laughter burst from your chest, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop.

He actually did it.

He actually got up in the middle of a public café and screamed the word “penis” at full volume for Wi-Fi.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gasped between uncontrollable wheezes. You had no idea how to react. You were the one who set the trap, but you never thought anyone would walk into it so confidently.

Phainon, completely unbothered by your near-breakdown, walked over and slid into the seat across from you, resting his chin in his palm. His cyan eyes sparkled with amusement.

“What’s so funny? I followed the instructions.”

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle another ugly cackle.

This man was insane.

Struggling to breathe, you finally managed to unlock your phone, shaking from laughter, and typed the password into a note. Turning the screen toward him, you exhaled through your nose, still giggling uncontrollably.

“There. You earned it, champ.”

Phainon hummed, taking out his own device and casually connecting as if he hadn’t just publicly humiliated himself for internet access. After a few seconds, he gave a satisfied nod.

“Nice. Thanks.”

You wiped at your eyes, still occasionally wheezing as you took a sip of your now slightly colder latte. The secondhand embarrassment you should have felt never came—this was way too funny for that.

Finally, once you’d somewhat regained composure, you looked at him properly. “…Do you just do whatever instructions tell you to?”

Phainon smirked. “Only if they amuse me.”

You leaned back, crossing your arms, your grin still plastered on your face. “You do realize the whole café now thinks you’re clinically insane, right?”

He shrugged. “Let them think whatever they want. I got what I wanted." and then looks at you with a smirk before continuing— "Well, Since I'm here, May I get your number? Or should I do another embarrassing act just for you?" damn.

sticking out your gyat for the rizzler (phainon)

[nogenre]

sharing updates here:

1. BCL are opening firing at Mirpur 10, casualties unknown. BAL has taken over Mirpur 10. (Source)

2. Two dead in open firing in munshigang, it is estimated that over 30 people are injured. (Source)

3. In uttara there were clashes between protesters and BCL, casualties still unknown. (Source)

4. The High Court dismissed the writ petition seeking an order to prohibit direct firing during protests. (Source)

5. They are shutting down mobile data. We still have broadband for now. But protestants and people outside won't have internet without WiFi. (Source)

[pricegouge]

okay but.. how much can fairy pussy take? like the tip of their pinky or..

there’s an artists on twitter and bluesky who goes by spitroses and they drew some microphilia stuff with a pixie character and a human (it’s also incest so if y’all go looking view at your own risk!)

size difference is yummy asf tho

i guess it mostly depends on how small you picture her. i know i said the other day that she'd fit in barbie clothes but that was more for ease of convenience than anything tbh. i actually picture her shorter (maybe like 5" tall) and a good bit chubbier, personally, because it's my wish fulfillment fantasy, damnit, and i think a chubby little fairy would be the cutest thing ever.

which is to say i think pinkies are right out. however, there are cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see, and goddamn do my beloved mutuals have their third eyes wide open.

so first off, shout out to @/quarterlifekitty who has been trying to fucking kill me for days, filling my dm's with ideas of bullets (or freshly fired casings if we wanna do temp play 😵‍💫) and her riding price and/or nik's piercings. or my personal fav, pussy inspections with lock picking tools 🫠 (seriously, imagine price just like 🫴🏼🧐 with fucking jeweler's spectacles prodding at her with blunt tip picks just to see what makes her squirm the most. i'm gonna BLOW UP!!)

my sources (@/3amfanfiction) tell me there are anatomically correct mini dolls which is driving me insane because i love the idea of them getting her what is essentially a sex doll just to watch her ride something properly. they're visual men. have always loved watching their partners ride them, after all. beloved three also floated the idea of them using something edible on her if this is still within the unlucky foot universe and her cum is some addictive sweet 😵‍💫 (for this one we're gonna say she has some magical aversion to yeast infections just cause we can lmao)

building off three's doll idea, @/sojubaby reminded me that a lot of higher end collectible action figures have specific hand attachments. they also found theeeeee perfect unicorn horn attachment which i think is my favorite for like. a genuine-ish dildo. for our purposes we're gonna pretend that's made of a softer silicone

this isn't super relevant to your question but i've also accepted that I will never be able to write price without a breeding kink so i've also had the image of him using a pippette to give her his cum stuck in my head for days. three says it would be super easy to get some cum inflation going on and she's RIGHT 😵‍💫 meanwhile @/stellewriites brought up the possibility of sounding with a tiny fairy but I got disteacted thinking about a kinder version of john than the one in unlucky foot taking it upon himself to test everything he fucks her with on his slit first because if it hurts him then it simply won't do for her!

god sorry i've rambled a lot but i've been dodging assassination attempts in the form of fairy fucking ideas for days so i'm chock full of ideas (and have more in the tank, even [thanks stelle and woolie 🙄]) but one last thing before i sign off on the official what can fairy pussy manage post™️:

if i had a fairy gf I would buy one of those mini squishies from hodgepodgeentourage (sorry, can't link, on work wifi) and keep it on display somewhere she's always see it and tell her we're gonna work her up to it one day even though she'd never have a chance at taking it just cause i'm mean

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hell-o

Ummmm I dunno if you’re still taking requests… but if you are…

Could you please do a platonic rivals Vox x Internet demon!Reader who have a “Internet killed the video star” type of dynamic? Like calling Vox things like “Outdated” and “Boomer” and Vox trying to prove that NO the tv is NOT DEAD and he is NOT OLD-TIMEY!

Warnings: none!

Navigation!!

Boomer

The air in the studio crackled with static, not the typical kind that plagued broadcast signals, but the tangible electric hum of two egos clashing. Vox, the slick, charismatic overlord of the Vees, stood before his towering screen, his three eyes narrowed into predatory slits. He was resplendent, as always, in his sharp suit and polished chrome, a testament to the power of television. On the other side of the room, however, lounging on a haphazardly arranged pile of discarded cables and servers, was the source of his current ire: (Y/N), a being of pure internet energy.

(Y/N) was a mess of flickering pixels and ever-shifting code manifest, a chaotic kaleidoscope of bright colors and sharp, glitchy edges. They were currently sporting a particularly loud pair of neon headphones and a smug, knowing grin that could curdle milk. Vox wanted to erase it from their face.

"So," (Y/N) drawled, their voice a digital distortion that somehow managed to sound both bored and condescending, "still clinging to the old box, Voxxy? Still trying to convince the masses that moving pictures on a big glass rectangle is 'cutting edge'?" Their form flickered, a pixelated hand gesturing dismissively toward Vox's towering screen.

Vox's smile twitched, his sharp teeth bared just a little too much. "It's television, you digital degenerate. And it is a proven, reliable method of entertainment. Something you, with your twitching pixels and pop-up ads, could never hope to replicate.” He gestured to his control panel, its buttons and dials gleaming under the studio lights. "This is infrastructure, this is art! This is power."

(Y/N) barked a laugh, the sound a burst of static that made the overhead lights flicker. "Infrastructure? You call that infrastructure? Honey, that's a dinosaur skeleton. I've got faster wifi on my left thumbnail than you've got in that whole… thing." They flicked their fingers, causing a cascade of holographic memes to flutter around them like angry butterflies. "The internet is instantaneous, interactive, infinite! Your boob tube is just… static, old man."

The word 'static' grated on him more than 'boomer'. "I am not old," Vox spat, his metallic voice gaining an edge. "Television is timeless! It's where heroes are made, where stories are told!" He slammed a fist against his console with a metallic clang. "You wouldn't understand, you with your endless cat videos and… 'challenges', whatever those are. I make stars, you create… noise!"

(Y/N) hopped off the tangled mess of wires, landing with a soft thump that sent dust motes dancing in the air. "Oh, we make stars too, Voxxy. Millions of them. They just, you know, sparkle a little brighter, burn a little hotter, and get shared a hell of a lot faster. Who’s going to be watching your grainy broadcasts when they can stream a live concert globally, in crystal-clear 4K, with a chat feature?” They pressed a few imaginary buttons on their form, causing a window to pop open, filled with a chaotic stream of comments. “See, this is interaction! It's dynamic! It’s not you just talking at a bunch of blank screens.”

"Dynamic? It’s chaotic!” Vox countered, his three eyes wide with a mixture of outrage and a begrudging sliver of curiosity. “All those… emojis. It looks like someone threw a box of crayons into a blender."

(Y/N) chuckled, a low hum that vibrated through the studio. "That's the point, old-timer! It's a vibrant, messy, beautiful mess. The internet is a reflection of everything and everyone. Your TV is… well, it’s just you.”

"And what's wrong with me?" Vox demanded, his head tilting slightly. He wasn’t used to having someone openly mock his entire operation. "I'm sophisticated, I’m powerful! My broadcasts are carefully curated, meticulously planned!"

“Planned? That's the problem!” (Y/N) teased, their form flickering with digital laughter. “It's all so... predetermined. On the internet, anything can happen! Someone can go viral for sneezing! A cat can suddenly play the piano! The possibilities are limitless!” Their form shifted again, briefly manifesting a dancing cat with a tiny piano.

Vox’s jaw twitched. He knew that (Y/N) was right, in some twisted, annoying way. Something about the unpredictable nature of the internet did chafe at his control-freak tendencies. He was in the business of crafting narratives, of controlling the message, and the wild, uncontainable nature of the web was, frankly, unsettling.

He crossed his arms, his metallic fingers tapping against his arm. “So, what? Your chaotic mess is better than my ‘predetermined’ broadcasts? Please, your algorithms are just regurgitating the same drivel over and over again.” He tilted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Why don’t we settle this?”

(Y/N)’s pixelated form perked up, their digital eyes growing wide with excitement. “Ooh! Now, you’re talking! What battle are you thinking?”

Vox’s grin widened, his eyes glinting. “I say… a content war! Let's see who can capture the attention of the masses. We'll put our best work forward, you with your chaotic shorts and I with my carefully crafted programming, and we’ll let the viewers decide. The internet will never replace the charm of the tube!”

“Only a boomer would say charm,” (Y/N) scoffed but they were already buzzing with excitement, their form flickering even more rapidly. “You’re on, grandpa! Let’s see if your outdated tech can keep up with the speed of light!”

With that, the battle lines were drawn, the clash of old-school media and new-age chaos about to unfold. Vox may have scoffed at the ‘noise’ of the internet, but he knew, deep down, that he was facing a force as chaotic and powerful as the shifting tides. And (Y/N), despite their snarky demeanor, secretly admired the polished sheen of old-school television, a world they knew they were slowly, but surely, changing. Their rivalry was fierce, but it was also, in its own warped way, a form of mutual respect. They were two sides of the same coin, forever clashing, forever challenging, and secretly, maybe, enjoying the competition. The war was on, and the studio, and the world beyond its walls, would never be the same.

[oneforthemunny]

https://www.tumblr.com/oneforthemunny/780547724161449984/httpsmetalsludgetvthe-long-and-short-of-it-the?source=share

Vega goes on Instagram Live and does a live reading of the list to absolutely torment Eddie. they’re a very open family, the girls unfortunately have heard Eddie loudly have sex before so now leave the house as soon as they see Eddie and NB head upstairs.

On the IG Live she torments her Dad’s friends who are on the list and when she reaches rockstar rival (cant remember his name) she’s like ‘huh. respect. go mom!’

Eddie can be heard yelling the in background ‘VEGA JO GET THAT WEBSITE CLOSED RIGHT NOW. STOP TALKING TO THOSE PEOPLE IN YOUR PHONE’

fully flips the breakers thinking that will cut it off like the movies lmao. he does not understand wifi really. just leaves vega howling in the dark and nb screaming at him because it did effect her and her unsaved work.

[amalgamasreal]

On Personal InfoSec

Been awhile since I've had one of these posts but I figure with all that's going on in the world it's time to make another one of these posts and get some stuff out there for people. A lot of the information I'm going to go over you can find here:

So if you'd like to just click the link and ignore the rest of the post that's fine, I strongly recommend checking out the Privacy Guides.

Browsers:

There's a number to go with but for this post going forward I'm going to recommend Firefox. I know that the Privacy Guides lists Brave and Safari as possible options but Brave is Chrome based now and Safari has ties to Apple. Mullvad is also an option but that's for your more experienced users so I'll leave that up to them to work out.

Browser Extensions:

uBlock Origin: content blocker that blocks ads, trackers, and fingerprinting scripts. Notable for being the only ad blocker that still works on Youtube.

Privacy Badger: Content blocker that specifically blocks trackers and fingerprinting scripts. This one will catch things that uBlock doesn't catch but does not work for ads.

Facebook Container: "but I don't have facebook" you might say. Doesn't matter, Meta/Facebook still has trackers out there in EVERYTHING and this containerizes them off away from everything else.

Bitwarden: Password vaulting software, don't trust the password saving features of your browsers, this has multiple layers of security to prevent your passwords from being stolen.

ClearURLs: Allows you to copy and paste URL's without any trackers attached to them.

VPN:

Note: VPN software doesn't make you anonymous, no matter what your favorite youtuber tells you, but it does make it harder for your data to be tracked and it makes it less open for whatever network you're presently connected to.

Mozilla VPN: If you get the annual subscription it's ~$60/year and it comes with an extension that you can install into Firefox.

Proton VPN: Has easily the most amount of countries serviced, can take cash payments, and does offer port forwarding.

Email Provider:

Note: By now you've probably realized that Gmail, Outlook, and basically all of the major "free" e-mail service providers are scraping your e-mail data to use for ad data. There are more secure services that can get you away from that but if you'd like the same storage levels you have on Gmail/Outlook.com you'll need to pay.

Proton Mail: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, and fairly easy to setup and use. Offers a free option up to 1gb

Tuta: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, been around a very long time, and offers a free option up to 1gb.

Email Client:

Thunderbird if you're on Windows or Linux

Apple Mail if you're on macOS

Cloud Storage:

Proton Drive: Encrypted cloud storage from the same people as Proton Mail.

Tresorit: Encrypted cloud storage owned by the national postal service of Switzerland. Received MULTIPLE awards for their security stats.

Peergos: decentralized and open-source, allows for you to set up your own cloud storage, but will require a certain level of expertise.

Microsoft Office Replacements:

LibreOffice: free and open-source, updates regularly, and has the majority of the same functions as base level Microsoft Office.

OnlyOffice: cloud-based, free, and open source.

Chat Clients:

Note: As you've heard SMS and even WhatsApp and some other popular chat clients are basically open season right now. These are a couple of options to replace those.

Signal: Provides IM and calling securely and encrypted, has multiple layers of data hardening to prevent intrusion and exfil of data.

Molly (Android OS only): Alternative client to Signal. Routes communications through the TOR Network.

Briar: Encrypted IM client that connects to other clients through the TOR Network, can also chat via wifi or bluetooth.

Now for the last bit, I know that the majority of people are on Windows or macOS, but if you can get on Linux I would strongly recommend it. pop_OS, Ubuntu, and Mint are super easy distros to use and install. They all have very easy to follow instructions on how to install them on your PC and if you'd like to just test them out all you need is a thumb drive to boot off of to run in demo mode.

If you game through Steam their Proton emulator in compatibility mode works wonders, I'm presently playing a major studio game that released in 2024 with no Linux support on it and once I got my drivers installed it's looked great. There are some learning curves to get around, but the benefit of the Linux community is that there's always people out there willing to help.

I hope some of this information helps you and look out for yourself, it's starting to look scarier than normal out there.

[gaysindistress]

Hey my sweet sweetheart 😘 so I'm currently sitting in the dark as the power in the whole town went down and Id have the wish to have Bucky here with me. So there's maybe this idea where they have also no power at the compound and the reader sneaks her way into Bucks room cause she doesn't want to be alone and he prepares everything with candles and blankets to have all comfy so that he can cuddle you all night 🥺 aw this makes me crave him so bad 😞

Hey hey 💕

I tried to finish this yesterday but I got distracted when I got home. Anyways here it is! I hope you survived your power outage 😉

The lights above flickered for a moment before all chaos descended upon me. The generators cry out as they shut off and even the air conditioning disappears too.

“Jarvis?” I hesitantly call for the AI that I hated at first but later thanked Tony for.

“Jarvis?” I call out again but there’s no reply.

I can hear others down the hall calling for him too but they too receive nothing. Vision waltzes through my wall and informs me that the power is out.

“Mr.Stark has yet to confirm when it will be back on. He asks that no one disturb him while he works to turn it back on,” he states before walking through my wall again.

I curse under my breath and flop myself onto my bed. I had been working on a mission report but seeing as the power is out and therefore the wifi, it doesn’t look like I’ll be doing anymore work.

Usually Tony is quick to get things up and running again however this new compound is significantly larger than Stark Tower. There may only be 3 stories to power however it spans across 15 acres, all of which contain various important power sources. I can only imagine how long it’ll take even with the help of Bruce and Peter (granted Peter may just get in the way but it’s the thought that counts.)

The reality of sitting alone in the dark for an indefinite amount of time starts to weigh on me and it’s been less than a minute. It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark, I’m just afraid of what’s IN the dark and being alone without a way to call for help isn’t where I want to be.

I slide out of bed, wrapped up in a blanket like it’s my armor and book it to the door. Popping my head out, I spot Wanda and Natasha walking towards me.

“We’re having a game night in the living room. You should come with us,” Wanda excitedly tells me but Natasha is quick to give me the answer I really want.

“He was in his room when we walked past,” she says with a faint smile.

“Thank you. Maybe next time,” I mumble to them as I dash past and towards his room.

When I come to stand in front of his door, I can’t find the courage to knock. I nervously shift on my feet as i hope the ceiling would come crashing down so i wouldn’t have to knock or survive this power outage. Voices float down the hall towards me and I know it’s now or never.

I gingerly knock, hoping that Bucky would hear and open the door before the voices see me.

The door cracks open and my savior looks at my wearily, “y/n?”

I wince at the harsh sound of his voice as the door cautiously swings open, allowing me a chance to slip in. I take it and tuck myself against the wall as Bucky turns to look at me.

“Come here,” he says in a gentler tone with his arms spread wide. When I don’t immediately take a step forward, he takes a cautious step towards me and waits. I almost knock him over from the force of me launching myself at him.

“Let’s get you into bed,” he whispers after pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I barely nod in agreement and he’s gently pulling me towards his bed. Ever the gentlemen, he doesn’t try to remove my blanket and instead lifts his covers so I can curl into a ball under both layers.

He tucks his duvet around me before leaving and opening his closet. I can’t see what he’s doing but I can hear his gathering things and closing the door. Returning only minutes later to his position next my hunched form, he nudges my hip for me to move over. When I move, I can see that he’s lit several candles and placed them throughout the room. He doesn’t mention it as he crawls in next to me and wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you.”

“No need for that, doll. You know that.”

I move my head so I can look up at him and he does the same. I’ve always thought him to be the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen but the kindness and thoughtfulness of this moment confirms that. He is the epitome of beauty from his looks to his heart.

Bucky glances to my lips for a second and I do the same. It’s now or never.

We meet I n the middle, completely enthralled with each other and this moment. He closes the last few inches and captures my lips in a kiss. He shifts so that hes leaning over me as our lips move together, growing breathless. Pulling away, i smile at the man above me, delicate pieces of dark hair framing the face of this angel.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” I murmur before my lips meet his once again. I feel him nod as our mouths part and his tongue slides against mine.

“And you are my light,” he murmurs back as we wrap ourselves up in each other.

[luvo27]

Jammer talking to his mom after receiving his letter questioning whether or not he should go to bird school: the initial excitement has died down, he’s not sure he wants to leave his friends and most importantly, his family behind. His mom wants what’s best for him and tells him to go, he tells her he’ll visit as often as he can, or write or text or email, he doesn’t know if the wifi will be good or not. He tells her he’ll work hard, study hard, learn hard, etc. so when he comes back, he’ll be able to help out more

Jammer gets CPR certified after his second time visiting LEEP. After the first time he went with his college basketball team, he’d sent Jewel an email asking about if they needed any extra help or if they had open volunteer hours. She’d sent back an effusively enthusiastic response, telling him he’d be welcome any time. After he went back the second time, she’d emailed him some extra resources he could use if he wanted to continue volunteering, including links to several different cpr certification classes he could take. It’s so inconsequential and he’s probably never going to have to use it anyways, it never crosses jammer’s mind to tell his friends about it.

Theres a kid at leep that freaks jammer out (but he still likes her because she somehow manages to be a sweet kid anyways) who talks in a fake british accent and has an imaginary friend named cassandra

a Jammer and Evan conflict, in the way that people who care deeply about each other but have opposing worldviews conflict. It’s not an argument so much as highly charged conversation about their opposing moralities and what they will or will not do for each other. Evan loves his friends enough to kill for them, jammer loves his friends enough to bring them back to life. Jammer doesn’t want his friend to kill anyone, evan doesn’t understand how jammer doesn’t understand it’s out of love. The source of all conflict between evan and jammer is that jammer believes that people are inherently good and want to help people because he wants to help people, and evan believes that people are inherently bad because he thinks he’s inherently bad.

jammer realizing that he's not allowed to leave when he tries to visit home. he already feels terrible for missing the holidays with his family. (Thanksgiving without his mom and grandparents? Christmas without his mom and grandparents?) maybe one of his family members is sick. maybe he's trying to go home to help them. the rest of his friends are fine staying, they're find not being able to leave, but Jammer? he can't leave his people. the problem is that in order to be there for his people, he has to leave his people. they're supportive, they tell him to go home and take care of his family, they tell each other they'll keep in touch, jammer's gonna watch all of sam's livestreams, they'll text and facetime, they're not going to stop being friends. jammer gets home. he tries to be the person he remembers being, so he can support his family in the way he remembers doing. due to the nature of being human, he fails. he starts telling people that he bought spalding from temu

[criminallymoral]

Anyways, days ago my internet bitched and while I had no wifi I did some queerplatonic husband Alastor (from Hazbin Hotel) headcanons, I had let it sit in case I wanted to add some more (I had that feeling that I forgot something yk) but it's been like a week and I don't even remember what I had wrote soooo

Qp husband Alastor Headcanons

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to (and according to your style) dress you in the prettiest outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That you could annoy to an explosion point and he'd still never raise his hand at you.

Qp husband Alastor! That cooks and cleans your shared home.

Qp husband Alastor! That starts listening to and even broadcasting some of your favorite songs, no matter what genre.

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to lay on you and will wag his tail if you massage his deer-ears. (You're the only one allowed to do so)

Qp husband Alastor! That allows pda at the hotel but gets embarassed when he remembers he has audience.

Qp husband Alastor! That allows himself to cry on your shoulder.

Qp husband Alastor! That links arms when you two walk.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll open doors for you in the beginning of your relationship but as it progresses he'll close them on your face just to play with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That goes from offering his coat to ask for the one you're not even using when he's cold (he gets whiny if you say no).

Qp husband Alastor! Who's actually a big jokester and likes a lot of modern stuff.

Qp husband Alastor! Who doodles you both with hearts holding hands on his work sheets.

Qp husband Alastor! Who confides in you (don't break his trust, he'll cry, then kill you).

Qp husband Alastor! That's protective of you in a non toxic/controlling way.

Qp husband Alastor! That invites you to troll Vox with him and giggles like a teenage girl.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll get YOU a pet just to end up cuddling with it 24/7. (He's a cat dad for real sources: voices in my head).

Qp husband Alastor! That's actually cuddly and affectionate.

Qp husband Alastor! That looks up to you and is so proud to call you his partner.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd try to kill god himself if you died in an extermination.

Qp husband Alastor! That hears and remembers everything you tell him.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd slow dance with you in a moment and have a pillow fight in the other.

Qp husband Alastor! That massages your shoulders after a long day.

Qp husband Alastor! That focus so much on your presence he sometimes forgets he's literally in hell and is an overlord.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves taking baths with you (in a childish way, on a side note, he'd love if you washed his hair / he'd also wash yours).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll be by your side as soon as you call him (he worries <3).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll take you to a nice classy restaurant but would let himself be dragged to a party/rave by you after.

Qp husband Alastor! That sings along with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves your similarities AND your differences.

Qp husband Alastor! That genuinely laughs at your jokes. (He dad-jokes back)

Qp husband Alastor! That tries to make you laugh when you're down so you feel a bit better.

Qp husband Alastor! That sews your ruined clothes and even gets you both matching outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That seems polite and cold but is just a caring childish mf on the inside.

Qp husband Alastor! That freezes (even stops smiling) and blushes like crazy if you compliment him (especially his voice).

Qp husband Alastor! That takes you to the studio and even lets you be his co-host.

Qp husband Alastor! That was a hell of a slowburn but was totally worth it.

I wanna dance in the rain with pookie 😔 and share some jambalaya under candle light ���

[stil-lindigo]

Hi Lindi, thank you for using your platform to spread awareness on the crimes committed against Palestinians.

https://www.tumblr.com/tzthrowbacks/732483042729459712/i-think-its-important-to-note-that-financial?source=share

This post indicates that donations may not actually reach Gaza; but there is a way to help them by purchasing e-sims so they get reconnected to the Internet. There is also a linked guide on how to do so:

I was hoping if you could share this with your larger audience reach.

Thanks, and stay safe.

Hello anon - thank you for letting me know, I'm sorry for not looking into that further before sharing links, and thank you for bringing up the e-sims situation.

here is a twitter thread that'll teach you all how to buy e-sims for Palestinians. You might ask what's the point of this? It's to allow them more access to open communication as the blackout showed us how terrifyingly isolating it can be for them to feel so alone.

You'll also be glad to know that the wifi has been reconnected for Palestinians and coverage is up and running again, although spotty at times. Please keep palestinians in your thoughts!

[clockmax]

- A TWISTED FANTASY

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Navi!Reader

A/N: FINALLY AT A REST STOP WITH GOOD WIFI!! Going to Nevada for pretty much the entire summer and this road trip is literally killing me. rip to luna who had to wait so long for this (ily bb)

warnings: hate fucking, oral (M receiving) p in v, degrading and slight praise, dubcon, brief fingering, orgasm denial/edging, spanking, hate fucking, semi-public, marking, i think thats all.

REQUESTS OPEN

There were no words that could describe the situation between you and Jake. Absolutely none. 

It wasn’t just generally disliking each other; this was a different type of issue. You absolutely hated how that man was. Arrogant, selfish, how reckless he could be. But damn, this man was so fucking hot. You hated him, no, you despised him. Though there was no denying some of his actions could have you on the flipside. 

But nevermind that, he could never have you. There was just no way you’d give yourself to a man like him. Your mind and body could hate him, but there was no denying how god damn attractive he was. 

Every moment with him felt like hell. The way you both had to hold back your venom so as to not fight each other. The way you would huff and puff all because you were practically forced to spend time with him.

It was a blazing hell. You hated this man, and he hated you. But oh how he would get you worked up with all his teasing just to leave you alone, soaked in your pants. Jake was a cruel man, all because you two had some stupid childlike feud.

There was actually no beginning to why you both started hating each other, it just happened. When your parents let him into the clan, it just so happened that you both started disliking each other. Every time you were in a room with Jake, the tension in the air made it so thick it felt hard to breathe. Like you were going to suffocate on just the hatred alone.

And now here you were, in the forest, alone. Just you and your thoughts. 

The festival was too loud for you. But the cherry on top of that was how Jake kept looking at you the entire night. The way you constantly batted heads, even when you were not speaking was just aggravating.

The walk was peaceful, you were finally able to get some alone time. Some time to enjoy the true beauty of Pandora. It was calming in some sense, but your tension was still high.

A faint sound of a stick cracking far behind put you on alert, drawing your knife, tail swishing violently in the air. Your beards perked up, twitching at every little sound. Eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the cracking.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally able to make out the figure approaching you.

Oh eywa.. Why him?

Of course it had to be Jake Sully coming to interrupt your peace. 

“Woah there princess, put the knife down, I’m not here to hurt you, yeah?” Jake’s tone was almost mocking, condescending even. 

You roll your eyes, dropping your knife, body still on high alert.

“Keep this up and I might hurt you.” You nearly spat back, tail swishing as your eyes met his.

There was a certain fire in his eyes, something with hatred that almost burned into lust. The way he looked at you, ready to fight with you again.  

“Someone’s got an attitude today,” Jake just kept mocking you, pushing your buttons, “How about we fix that, can’t have you going back to hometree spitting at everyone you see.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You turned away, walking deeper into the forest when you were pulled back, hands gripping at your waist.

“You heard what I said. Can’t let you back to hometree with an attitude.” His breath was hot against your ear.

Your whole body froze, his lips tracing behind your ear, hands gripping at the curve of your hips, breath landing on the nape of your neck. 

You wanted to get out of this situation badly, but eywa, having him this close did something to you. No matter how many times your head cursed him at this moment, the arousal growing in your womb was something you couldn’t hold back.

“You.. son of a bitch-” You mumble, taking in a sharp breath of air. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hate me all you want, kid, your body says different.” 

One of Jake's hands found its way past your loincloth, dipping past the fabric to your cunt. His other hand held onto one of your breasts, gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple in between two fingers. 

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, especially with the man you hate. But god, it felt so good. It was twisted, really.

His fingers found their way to your sensitive bud of nerves, working it between his fingers pads. The sensation sent a shiver through your spine, a small gasp escaping your mouth. Your knees buckled a little, upper body almost folding in half already.

This was some kind of game now, seeing whoever could crumble first. Moving your hips, bumping your butt against Jake's bulge. He let out a low and quiet growl, his head moving back a little. 

“Jesus, kid. Yea, you feel what you do to me now?” *His voice was low, fingers working at your clit as his other digits rubbed between your folds.

It was a game of teasing, a game to see who could break first. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but you couldn't help it. He was just touching in all the right places. 

Low mewls and gasps escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. You were biting your lip so hard that it was surprising that you weren’t drawing blood. 

His fingers left your clit, quickly replaced by his thumb. Two fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside, sending ripples of pleasure through you, fingers finding themselves cozy in your velvety walls. 

You arousal coated his fingers with ease, making a mess of your loincloth and his hands. It felt so wrong yet so right. You could not figure if you wanted to enjoy this, or hate it simply because it was from Jake. 

His lips kept at your neck, planting kisses, bites, whatever he could to almost mark you as his. You were his to hate but his to fuck. Almost like he was going to make you a stress reliever, something he could use to fuck his anger out. 

You could feel the pleasure build up in your womb, stomach coiling into knots. It felt so good, just until his fingers pulled away, the pleasure almost being ripped from you.

Jake looked at you, almost letting out a small chuckle at how pitiful you looked. Your orgasm being ripped away from you had let you whine, thighs rubbing together. 

“Knees, now.” Jake commanded, leaving no room for you to argue.

He gave your thighs a slap. You rolled your eyes, plating yourself on the forest floor. He looked at you, a silent command, almost telling you what to do. 

Your fingers found the knot of his loincloth, fumbling with it. You were getting frustrated, Jake looking down and watching you in amusement.

“What's the problem down there, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with mockery and venom, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, fingers struggling to undo the tight knot. 

Jake's fingers replaced your own, undoing the knot and tossing his loincloth to the side. His cock was practically rock hard already, beads of precum falling down his length. 

With reluctance, you let him push past your lips, down that pretty throat of yours. His hips rutted into you with some sort of urgency, but also anger and a desire.

His cock reached so far down your throat, squeezing around him as you slightly gagged. The sounds were just extra stimulation for Jake, his mind already in a frenzy. Small tears falling down your cheek as he pushed past your throat. 

Jake looks at you, all pretty on your knees as that anger burns in your eyes, before he says, “Now thank me.”

You go frigid, looking at him with an intensity behind those eyes of yours. He wanted you to do what? Why would you ever thank him?

“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum like a good girl."

There’s a dark edge in his voice, low grunts coming from his chest as his pace quickened, cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck that’s a good girl.” Jake mentioned in between grunts and low moans, 

“Thank you-” You manage to choke out, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat.

As soon as you say the words, hot ropes of cum are spurting from his dick, coating the inside of your mouth white. His thrusts coming to a halt as he lets out a moan, cock twitching in your mouth.

The noises coming from him sent a heat down to your core, clenching your thighs. There was still no way you were getting turned on by him, but you couldn't help but want his cock inside of you.

“Swallow.” He  pulled his length out of your mouth, looking down at you. Jake's voice was laced with a certain dark edge to it. 

Jake crouches down to your level, palm of his hand holding your chin as his two fingers squish your cheeks, preventing you from spitting.

And you do, with no other choice at the moment. The way he looks at you like you’re inferior to him makes you feel so small right now. His cum slides down your throat, almost washing away the hateful words you want to curse him with.

You looked at him with a fiery intensity. Half tempted to slap that cocky smile off his handsome face. Damn him for being so arrogant, for getting you in this situation. 

Your hands went to his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Jake didn’t make any attempt to stop you, he just looked at you with a cocky grin. Oh how badly you wanted to prove him wrong. 

Moving yourself on top, tossing your loincloth, legs straddling the side of his hips. Your hands found their way to his cock, aligning it with your entrance, sliding down.

Well, fuck.

You did not calculate his size. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you in two. Throwing your head back, letting out a moan. There was a pain from the stretch, hands on his abs to stabilize yourself.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Thought a slut like you would be able to.” His hands held your waist, pulling you deeper on him until he was all inside, letting out a groan.

You didn’t even think it was possible to take his size, legs shaking as your cunt adjusted. The pain mixed in with the pleasure, creating an overwhelming feeling that sent sparks all over your body. His tip was prodding at your cervix, his cock stretching you more than you could stretch yourself. 

“Atta girl, see? You could do it, just needed a little push.” The more Jake spoke, the more you wanted to slap him.

“Be quiet, so fucking cocky..” You mumbled, moving your hips up and down. Your mind was practically telling you to stop, that he was your enemy, you weren’t supposed to end up fucking. 

It’s not like you could stop anyways. As much as you hated Jake, as much as your rivalry ran deep, he just felt too good to stop.

Jake leaned back, watching the way your hips desperately moved, watching the way you slide up and down with some sort of urgency that was mixed with lust.

“Yea, can’t be calling me stupid now when you’re bouncing all up on my cock like a whore.” 

His gaze was fixed on your face, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, your plump lips opening to let out moans. 

It was a sight to see, and a sight he was going to keep in his memory. 

Jake’s hands held your hips in place, stopping your movement. One of his hands went to your hair, pulling you down onto his chest. Bringing his hips back, he thrusted into you with a force that you swore knocked the wind out of you.

His pace was rough and ruthless, fucking you dumb. All you could do was mewl and moan on his cock. You couldn’t even formulate a full sentence anymore, your body too lost in the euphoria. 

Then came back that familiar feeling again, ropes knotting in your stomach, coiling tight on each other. 

“Fuck- ‘s too much.. Jake-” You can’t help but let his name slip past your lips, your orgasm building up with such an intense and quick force, overwhelming your senses.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Gonna come for me?” Jake let out a low chuckle, hand finding its way to your bottom, holding one of your asscheeks before giving it a spank. 

The sensation and burn of it sent you overboard, coming around his cock as he drilled into you. Your lips fell open with a moan as your body shook, waves of pleasure crashing down on you in intense waves.

After a few more thrusts on Jakes end, he was spilling inside you. A low grunt coming to the surface as he held you in place, face burying into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both laid there, just trying to process everything. You slid off him, finding your loincloth and adjusting it back on. You tossed Jake his loincloth, not even looking him in the eye.

You probably couldn’t even look yourself in the eyes after that. How tense things were going to be with the next following days.

You just got yourself into a mess that had only 2 endings. 

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[impossibleobservationkryptonite]

What can libraries do for you? I have so many resources I’m gonna share with you rn. Get wrecked. I’m back on my soap box y’all. Just ignore me if you want, or if you want can just get the tldr with the bolder stuff again!

1. If you still want to read books or listen to them, but you don’t want to come in and talk to anyone (I mean valid.) Libby!!! It works the same way as checking out physical copies of the books; just now as audiobooks and ebooks.

2. Are you currently screaming at your paper that you’re supposed to be writing? But it doesn’t have enough sources. Pls. All library websites have LISTS of different websites (they are reputable) that you can use to do research. (Or you can come chill and look at physical materials for your research too.)

3. Materials: we have so much stuff we will just give you for free. I handed out so much glitter, markers, paper to some patrons who were working on a final project that they could just have and work on. I have so much paint. Please use it so we can buy newer paint.

4. Free WiFi: sometimes you don’t even have to leave your car (or go inside) for that. (Message me and I’ll tell you my story of sitting in my car for an hour just outside of a library so I could check my grades and email professors because I was in a town that kept bouncing my phone to Canada.)

5. Email bb: again if you don'twant to come in but want book recs because for whatever reason: you can usually email the library with something called your next read. And a librarian will send you back book suggestions. (I also recc’ed a mbmbam podcast to someone)

6. Warming/cooling centers: if it’s hot/cold and you have nowhere else to go? Come chill with us. I have multiple patrons at my library who will be there for the full 12 hours that we’re open. It means that you’re using a space that your taxes paid for. And you can get out of the disgusting heat and frigid weather.