#Police Job

[assam-career-connect]

https://assamcareerconnect.cloud/

[lkcareer]

Sri Lanka Police Job Vacancies 2024

Looking for job vacancies in Sri Lanka Police? Apply for Sub Inspector, Police Constable & Police Constable Driver positions. GCE A/L or O /L.

[shinelikedew]

I love so much how Adams really conveys the stress of being a rabbit. I mean this in the best way possible, but I've never been so stressed out reading a book as when I was reading Watership Down. The journey from Sandleford to Watership Down is, to a human, a five-mile walk in the English countryside. But to a rabbit, it's a lengthy journey through treacherous terrain, with enemies at every turn and constant environmental dangers, and Adams did an awesome job showing that.

This peaceful stream is the River Enborne that Pipkin and Fiver were too weak to swim:

This idyllic field is the common whose crossing was so miserable and demoralizing that Hawkbit, Speedwell, and Acorn wanted to give up and go home:

Thousand enemies for real! Everything is so so big and dangerous! And those rabbits are being so so brave about it!

[idkaguyorsomething]

five nights at freddy's is a film that creates a tense, suspenseful atmosphere of horror by having its protagonists go up against supernatural threats such as trying to navigate the job market, being forced to deal with shitty cops, and a man who willingly makes himself think of nebraska over and over again every night

[electoons]

I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution

[lotus-pear]

idk who needs to hear this but it's not an artists responsibility to trigger tag gore nudity cannibalism etc etc i don't gaf. it is, however, 100% your responsibility as a participant in fandom to filter out/block those tags in order to keep yourself safe

it's genuinely appalling to me that there's grown adults starting discourse over seeing exposed guts when it's 10000% avoidable. like the block button is right there bro if it makes you uncomfortable then disengage, tf are you starting world war iii in the comment section for

[heavenbarnes]

“He’s here again.”

You could swear the girl from reception says it like she knows something. Like there’s some swirling inside joke that everyone was in on,

except you.

Instead, you were left with that swirling feeling in your stomach as the elevator traveled to reception. A swirling that should’ve been laced with fear, but wasn’t.

One that was gripping tight in your stomach as the doors opened and you were eclipsed by a sun wearing blue tradesman’s clothes.

Ugly bastard.

Mean face with a shorn head, snarled lip and cauliflower ears. Tattooed arms like battering rams and tree trunk legs leading to steel cap boots like anvils.

And he was here for you.

“Um- I’m not actually in facilities.”

You could’ve cursed yourself for sounding so small. You’ve lead meetings, addressed crowds, argued points with a voice like cracked thunder.

But he takes one step towards you and,

“B-but that’s okay, I’ll take you.”

And he doesn’t say a word, just grunts as he steps into the lift with you and you feel the tension spring.

He never says a word.

He met you for the first time three years ago, the girl from facilities was on maternity leave and you happened to be the lucky duck who sat beside the reception door.

Three years later you’d changed floors and you hadn’t even seen him for at least six months. But he still asks for you.

“He always asks for you.”

You’d shushed your colleague, boasting about being helpful and having a tendency to be in office more often than not.

“Probably doesn’t want to remember another name.”

“Then how do you explain the time he refused the job when you were off sick?”

You don’t explain it, you actually try not to think about it.

When the doors open on the floor with the broken toilet, he follows you along the hall like a dog.

Like a hound.

The floor shakes every time he puts his boot on it and he actually manages to make you feel very small against picture windows.

Your colleagues look away when he walks past.

The sign for the ladies toilet at the end of the hall is like a beacon of hope, you can let him in and leave him be and then pretend to be on a phone call when it’s time for him to leave.

Until you get inside.

The sound of running water from the broken cistern echoes off the walls as you show him to the cubicle.

“It’s that one.”

He gives you a look that says “no shit” before he lowers his head to step through the stall door. He must hear your shoes scuff against the floor as you break for your exit.

“Stay put.”

You tell yourself you’re just shocked it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice. He’s British, Mancunian you reckon. Caught you by surprise.

That’s why you obediently spin on your heel and press your back to the wall.

No other reason.

You listen to the sound of grating porcelain as he removes the cistern lid and messes about with the flushing mechanism.

Your eyes catch him in the mirror, watching the way his back flexes under his work shirt as he reaches a bloody great paw into the water.

“Piece of shit.”

Second thing you’ve ever heard him say. Granted, it’s under his breath but he definitely said it. You try not to show any expression lest he have eyes in the back of his head.

Wouldn’t put it past him.

The sound of running water stops but you can tell by the huffing and puffing that he’s not fixed it, you can tell by his next outburst he’s not even close.

“Cunt of a thing.”

You almost let a smile slip onto your face before you’re blanching at the sound of your name.

“In ‘ere.”

He’s the mutt, he’s the hound with sharp teeth and clipped ears. He’s mean and he’s nasty and he’s not good with others, definitely not house trained.

But it’s you whose ears prick up at his call and immediately walk to join him in the small space. Show dog.

A retriever, running towards the sound of a gun.

The cubicle is small enough as is but with Simon (the embroidered patch on his shirt tells you, he’s never actually given you his name) in here it feels like a coffin.

You end up with your back to the wall again, this time with his elbow all but digging into your stomach. He’s got pieces of the flusher in his hand and he’s sending them your way.

Obedience in spades, you’re letting him place the dirty parts right in the flat of your hand.

Getting you as dirty as the rest of him.

“Oh, okay.”

You catch him look at you out the corner of his eye before he huffs, again, and reaches right back into the cistern.

He almost looks disappointed, dissatisfied- like he’d hope you’d put up more of a fight with him. Like you’d shove the metal right into his chest and really give him something to huff about.

But you leave your hand out stretched and let him pick from it at his leisure. Take from you as he pleases.

(He wonders if that’s a transferable skill)

To your delight (and his dismay) the toilet is back in perfect order and after three test flushes you can both leave the tiny fluorescent cave you’d been inhabiting for the last fifteen minutes.

“Um, do you need to go back upstairs or are you good to go?”

He dries his hands on the thighs of his trousers before he stares at you blankly. He snarls his lip in a way the makes the scar above it stretch and you wonder if it hurts him.

(If it does, you wonder if that’s why he does it)

He turns without warning and suddenly it’s you following him back down the hall. Struggling to keep up, pretty pampered little dog following this great big mutt around on his heels.

“Need t’go down to my van- I’ll show you.”

You could probably stop walking here. It would’ve been very easy for you to break to your desk and honestly? He probably would’ve let you.

“Oh, you don’t need me to access the garage.”

But you’re following him to the elevator anyway and you think you see that same air of disappointment drift across his features as he realises how easy you’ve made yourself.

“Don’t tell me what I don’t need.”

[duusheen]

Pandora's Jar 1/3

[shokosriver]

doesn’t he have a job

[sodamnbored]

I know I’ve spoken about it before, about the Fates having specific beef with Jason given how many times they tried to kill him, but I’m so amused today thinking about the comedy angle of the Fates constantly cutting Jason’s red string and - usually not even himself - but his friends just running in to hastily tie the two ends back together before sauntering off hands in their pockets and whistling like nothing happened so this kid just can’t die. And how annoyed these three old crones must be every time they look back and see it re-tied and having to wait for another deadly set up to cut his string again and just having to hope this one sticks.

He gets fried seeing Juno’s true form, and the Fates are giggling with their scissors ready “snippety snip”, and cut his string.

They look back and Piper is there tying the ends together blinking at them simply “I’m sorry, but I haven’t had my kiss yet. You’ll have to wait.”

Damn. So then the suitors nail him, and he’s dying from that slowly. “Snippety snip snip.”

And they look back and Jason’s guiltily tying off the ends after curing himself, giving them the full puppy eyes treatment “I haven’t had grandkids yet.”

For shit’s sake. So they have to wait and finally the final battle comes around and they know he’s going to have to sacrifice himself to take down Gaia. He’s poised to do so, he made up his mind a long time ago, he’s well on his way - “Snippety snip snip snip” and -

Leo’s double knotting the ends insistently. “I’m sorry, he’s just too pretty to die. I haven’t had my kiss yet.”

At this point I’m genuinely convinced Jason only needed glasses halfway through HoO out the blue like that because the Fates had gotten desperate and decided to worsen his eyesight hoping he’d just walk himself off a cliff or onto somebody’s sword accidentally.

[kittykatninja321]

Any au that has Jason willingly working for the government even if it’s as a social worker has automatically kinda lost me because we’re talking about someone who distrusts the system so much that as a child he chose the streets over going into custody of social services. Jason’s lack of faith in institutions continues into adulthood (but also through his original Robin tenure low key), one of the most substantial differences between his and Bruce’s philosophy is the fact that Bruce puts his faith in the law and the criminal justice system while Jason decidedly does not in the slightest

[theology101]

I love Amberley Vail’s acolytes, like they’re such a fun, bright spot in an otherwise grim universe. Especially my girl Zemelda. Her gang includes:

A cop who infiltrated a pirate gang and destroyed it all in one night through clever manipulation of rival underbosses and assassinating a few key personnel

A Psyker who’s surprisingly coherent

A bio-mechanical walking Computer (who likes to gamble)

An even more bio-mechanical walking repair shop

A legendary and famous Hero of the Imperium, a capable marksman and duelist

A Psychic blank with an anti-tank weapon as his primary

A street saleswoman who ran into Amberley by accident, thought being a spy sounded fun, and proceeded to be just as capable and dangerous as everyone else on the list

It’s the Summit, Yeah?

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

Hey guys just a thought what about we DON’T bully anybody in this fandom into leaving the website. Especially when they’re easily one of the least controversial and most beloved people in the fandom. If you don’t like their posts that much scrolling and the block button exists 😭😭😭

Like that account has been a LIFELINE to people who will never get to see the musical in NYC. As somebody who lives across the country and loves theatre performance I loved hearing what choices the actors will make. That account was genuinely such a helpful and amazing resource and now it’s gone because you didn’t like some of the takes they posted 🧍‍♀️

[patrothestupid]

Jail offer <3

[hyakunana]

Motivity Builds be like

[helenpace]

Saburov being a local police chief and at the same time saying like “Oh btw there are some guys who plan to burn a woman basically on my backyard. People are weird =_=“

Is never going to be not funny to me.