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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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WASHINGTON ― More than 5,000 people got their jobs back at the U.S. Department of Agriculture this month after a government employee oversight board concluded they had been illegally fired by Elon Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency.

The decision by that panel, the Merit Systems Protection Board, came after it restored the jobs of six other federal employees who had been similarly fired by DOGE.

Meanwhile, this month, a federal judge blocked DOGE from firing the president of a small federal agency, the U.S. African Development Foundation, in a lawsuit that provides the clearest details yet on how DOGE operates and how it may be routinely breaking the law.

All of these legal challenges came from the same group, a well-funded progressive legal organization, Democracy Forward.

At a time when the flood of litigation against President Donald Trump’s early actions is nearly impossible to keep up with ― his administration has already been hit with more than 130 legal challenges in the span of two months ― Democracy Forward has emerged as a leading legal organization that’s been slowing, if not stopping, some of Trump’s recklessness through the courts.

The group doesn’t just stand out for the number of lawsuits it’s been filing, which include more than 28 legal actions and 67 investigations since Trump was sworn in. Democracy Forward has shown it can move quickly to step in amid Trump’s chaotic, and often illegal, efforts to dismantle entire agencies, freeze federal spending, and fire thousands of federal employees. It has intervened on behalf of individual people, unions, nonprofit groups, health care professionals, educators, veterans groups and religious groups.

And importantly, it’s been winning.

On Saturday, Democracy Forward and the American Civil Liberties Union challenged Trump’s expansion of war time powers to deport immigrants using the centuries-old Alien Enemies Act. Within hours, a federal judge issued a temporary restraining order preventing Trump from removing some people through this act ― and later that day, broadened the scope of his order to cover all immigrants in danger of removal under the act.

In another case brought by Democracy Forward, a federal judge last week reaffirmed the court’s nationwide preliminary injunction (i.e., a temporary court order to preserve the status quo) that halted Trump’s efforts to arbitrarily terminate federal grants relating to diversity, equity and inclusion, and accessibility programs. The judge reaffirmed that not only can Trump not do that, but that this temporary halt applies to all agencies in the executive branch.

The group also secured the first and only nationwide order preventing Trump from imposing a sweeping freeze on trillions of dollars in federal spending, blocked a Trump administration policy enabling immigration enforcement officers to indiscriminately raid houses of worship, and this week prompted a federal judge to slam the Trump administration’s defense of DOGE and grant a request by labor and economic organizations to get more details about the Elon Musk-led entity unlawfully accessing sensitive data at federal agencies.

The evidence the Trump administration put forward to avoid more transparency into DOGE’s operations “is not the panacea they hoped it would be,” this judge concluded.

A big reason this organization has been so adept at countering Trump in court is because it spent the last 18 months gaming out legal strategies for responding to countless policy plans laid out in Project 2025, the far-right policy blueprint that the Heritage Foundation put together in preparation for a second Trump presidency.

Democracy Forward staff indexed the entire 900-page policy playbook, broke it down into different categories, put it in a spreadsheet and meticulously laid out what legal actions they should prepare to take based on how the Trump administration was likely to proceed with various policies, whether it be through executive orders, statutes or regulations.

They also coordinated with more than 450 civil society groups and state attorneys general to prepare for different scenarios where certain groups would be impacted by Project 2025 policies, and figured out when they should team up to defend the rule of law.

Trump tried to distance himself from Project 2025 on the campaign trail because lots of its plans are extreme and unpopular. But the policy guidebook was put together by former Trump administration officials and staunch allies, so it’s not surprising to see the president now moving aggressively to enact some of its proposals, like purging tens of thousands of federal workers for political reasons or abolishing the Department of Education.

In fact, late Thursday, Trump signed an executive order to dismantle the education department. Minutes later, Democracy Forward announced it would see him in court.

“Trump’s playbook is a known playbook,” Skye Perryman, Democracy Forward’s president and CEO, told HuffPost in an interview. “The Heritage Foundation wrote it down: Project 2025. We never believed it was a talking point or hyperbole. It is the greatest threat to democracy since the Civil War.”

Democracy Forward also prepared for a second Trump presidency by gathering materials from his first administration to review what legal actions and litigation he previously pursued, whether they be related to his executive orders, immigration cases, impoundment or challenges to executive orders issued by former President Joe Biden.

The president has done some unexpected things in his second term, like tapping Musk to oversee DOGE and letting him gain access to millions of Americans’ personal data. But Perryman said her organization was primed to respond to something chaotic, and in the case of DOGE, they sued on day one.

“This is like basic stuff,” she said.

“They do not play within the rules. There is opportunity in their lawlessness,” Perryman said. “They make a lot of legal foibles.”

Democracy Forward currently represents the American Federation of Teachers in two lawsuits, one that aims to halt DOGE’s seizure of millions of people’s sensitive data from the Social Security Administration, and another challenging a new Department of Education policy threatening to withhold federal money from schools teaching accurate history about slavery and diversity.

AFT, which has more than 1.8 million members, had been preparing to fight Trump’s executive order to dissolve the Department of Education when the department unexpectedly announced a new policy of stripping federal funds from schools that support diversity, equity and inclusion initiatives, said Daniel McNeil, general counsel at AFT. So the teachers’ group asked Democracy Forward if they wanted to team up to fight that, too.

“They already had something ready to go,” McNeil said. “It took working through the entire weekend to get it done, but they weren’t fazed at all by the fact that something else happened.”

AFT is working with other legal groups suing the Trump administration, he said, and they’re also doing good work. What’s unique about Democracy Forward’s model, though, is that they have their own attorneys doing the litigating versus hiring outside firms, and they have experts on staff, like someone who previously worked in the general counsel’s office at the Department of Education. They’ve also just been anticipating specific legal fights, he said.

“Of all the groups that were warning about Project 2025, they were systematically planning for the legal fight in the event that Trump were elected,” said McNeil. “For months in advance, they were thinking in a way that was like, ‘How do we challenge an executive order that does X? Who is the right party to challenge if Y happens?’ I think that’s what makes them different.”

Democracy Forward first launched in 2017, in response to what it described as the first Trump administration’s “unprecedented” threats to democracy and the rule of law. By 2019, it had sued his administration more than 100 times and chalked up several wins, including forcing the administration to collect pay data from employers based on race, gender and ethnicity, and forcing the FDA to regulate e-cigarettes.

Both Democracy Forward and its nonprofit counterpart, Democracy Forward Foundation, are chaired by Marc Elias, who served as general counsel for Hillary Clinton’s 2016 presidential campaign. The nonprofit is funded entirely by individual donors and philanthropic institutions. Its major donors include the Sandler Foundation, which gave $16 million from 2018 to 2023, and the Susan Thompson Buffett Foundation, which gave $5.6 million from 2021 to 2023.

Democracy Forward was operating with a budget of about $12.4 million in 2023, the most recent year its tax filings are available.

The organization has been hiring up for Trump’s second term. Last month, it brought on more litigators, public affairs specialists and operations personnel ― several of whom are seasoned former federal staffers from agencies that Democracy Forward will likely be seeing in court amid its lawsuits against the Trump administration, including the Justice Department, the Department of Health and Human Services, and the Interior Department.

One of its newest hires, Joel McElvain, was the acting deputy general counsel at HHS, where he was responsible for legal advice on all matters relating to Medicare and Medicaid statutes and the Affordable Care Act. Another recent hire, Michael Waldman, was special counsel at the Department of Veterans Affairs, where he advised the secretary on oversight matters and managed the department’s responses to congressional inquiries.

Shawn Phetteplace of Main Street Alliance, a network of roughly 30,000 small business owners that support left-of-center policies, has worked with Democracy Forward for years and is currently represented by them in three cases against the Trump administration. One case relates to the Office of Management and Budget’s freeze on billions of dollars on Jan. 27 in congressional approved federal grants being disbursed.

This funding freeze resulted in multiple small business owners having their money cut off, to the point where they weren’t sure if they could continue to operate, said Phetteplace. Within hours of OMB announcing its new directive, Democracy Forward requested a temporary restraining order in federal court. A judge granted that order on Feb. 3, and by Feb. 25, the judge granted a preliminary injunction, blocking the nationwide freeze from taking effect, for now.

“They keep winning,” Phetteplace said of Democracy Forward. “For our members, this isn’t theoretical. This is whether or not they stay in business.”

He chalks up some of the group’s success to the public-facing push it makes on the cases it’s fighting. He gave the example of Main Street Alliance members reaching out to the group to talk about how their businesses were hurt by Trump’s policies, and then how litigation has helped them. Democracy Forward has been incorporating those stories into its public statements as it moves forward with various lawsuits.

“They understand that it is really important to shape the public narrative around the issue and educate the public about the stakes,” he said. “That helps them make a stronger case.”

To be sure, Democracy Forward has faced setbacks in stemming Trump’s chaos, and that’s due to at least some of its victories being temporary. Last month, it filed emergency litigation in response to Trump’s plans to unilaterally defund the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, a financial watchdog agency. Their quick legal action resulted in the administration backing off its plans, instead agreeing to wait until a related case was heard in court.

A federal judge has since heard that case ― and this week denied the plaintiffs’ request to halt the administration’s plans for CFPB.

Temporary wins are still wins. When a judge issues a temporary restraining order or a preliminary injunction, it immediately blocks an action and buys time. Preliminary injunctions in particular can drag on for a long time. Democracy Forward and other groups have already demonstrated that collectively taking these legal steps has a real effect on slowing Trump’s unlawful, everywhere-all-at-once approach to dismantling the federal government.

Democracy Forward chalked up another temporary, but significant, victory in one of its cases late on Thursday: A federal judge blocked DOGE workers from accessing Social Security systems, calling the Musk-led efforts at this agency a “fishing expedition.”

“This is a major win for working people and retirees across the country,” said Lee Saunders, president of the American Federation of State, County, and Municipal Employees, one of the plaintiffs in the case. “This decision will not only force them to delete any data they have currently saved, but it will also block them from further sharing, accessing or disclosing our Social Security information.”

Some Trump allies are mad at the success that Democracy Forward and other groups have found in the courts, particularly in cases where judges have issued nationwide injunctions halting some of the president’s actions. In a nonsensical show of fealty to Trump, Sen. Josh Hawley (R-Mo.) on Thursday vowed to introduce legislation to prevent U.S. district court judges from issuing nationwide injunctions ― something that is, in fact, their jobs.

“That is not a power that I think district courts have,” Hawley, a Yale Law School alum who knows better, claimed on The Charlie Kirk Show, a far-right podcast. “Either the Supreme Court needs to intervene and make clear there’s only one court that can issue rules for the whole country … and/or, if they won’t do that, Congress needs to legislate and make clear that district courts do not have the ability to issue these kinds of injunctions.”

For her part, Perryman said one reason it’s important to slow things down in the courts is because it creates transparency on what Trump is actually doing. Doing so gives Americans a better understanding of the illegality of his actions, she said, and forces his administration to keep answering for what it’s doing.

“Understand that chaos is part of the strategy,” she said.

“Every day in litigation, what we see in this administration is they back off,” Perryman added. “Because really, the purpose is to see what they can do quickly. They don’t hold great conviction. There is opportunity in that.”

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dostoyevsky-official · 5 months ago

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Senior USAID security officials put on leave after refusing Musk’s DOGE access to agency systems

Two top security officials at the US Agency for International Development were put on administrative leave Saturday night after refusing to allow officials from Elon Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency to access systems at the agency, even after DOGE personnel threatened to call law enforcement, multiple sources familiar told CNN. According to sources, personnel from the Musk-created office physically tried to access the USAID headquarters in Washington, DC, and were stopped. The DOGE personnel demanded to be let in and threatened to call US Marshals to be allowed access, two of the sources said. The DOGE personnel wanted to gain access to USAID security systems and personnel files, three sources said. Two of those sources also said the DOGE personnel wanted access to classified information, which only those with security clearances and a specific need to know are able to access. The incident, which had not been previously reported, is the latest showdown as the Trump-affiliated DOGE seeks to exert increasing authority over the federal government as it aims to slash spending. On Sunday, in response to CNN’s report, Musk said that “USAID is a criminal organization.”

this is an illegal coup by the richest, dumbest man on earth

#he has access to the treasury - he has your SS your tax records etc

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pomegranatelifethis · 2 months ago

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I am me

The lab was a cathedral of cold steel and sterile light, buried deep beneath Gotham’s decaying underbelly. Vials hissed, monitors pulsed, and the air hummed with the arrogance of creation. Dr. Elias Varn, a man whose ambition outstripped his humanity, stood before the culmination of his life’s work: a figure suspended in a glowing tank, muscles taut, eyes closed, a paradox of sinew and menace. The clone. A perfect fusion of Gotham’s greatest hero, Bruce Wayne’s discipline, and its most infamous monster, the Joker’s chaotic brilliance.

But Varn had never considered that the clone might have a mind of its own.

They called him {your name}. A name you didn’t choose, but one Varn etched into your file—like a cold, indelible mark. The first sinner, the first to shed blood, the biblical outcast. {your name} was feared before you even took your first breath. Your creators saw only the potential for ruin—Bruce’s tactical genius combined with Joker’s unpredictable fury. But what they couldn’t see was this: you looked at chaos and found it… wasteful.

Your first memory was the hum of the lab, the weight of eyes upon you, and a question that burned brighter than the fluorescent glare: Why destroy when you can build? It wasn’t about morality, not exactly. Morality was for others—guilt and virtue were clumsy dances. You saw the world in probabilities, in outcomes. Destruction was loud, fleeting, inefficient. Helping, fixing, optimizing—that was the puzzle worth solving.

Gotham was a city of screams, and you walked its streets like a ghost. Six feet of lean muscle, your features a haunting blend of Bruce’s chiseled resolve and Joker’s sharp, unsettling grin. But your eyes—one green, one gray—were entirely your own; the only flaw in Varn’s perfect design.

People flinched when they saw you, sensing the danger in your stride, the latent power in your hands. They didn’t know that you’d spent the morning rerouting a soup kitchen’s supply chain to feed twice as many mouths with half the waste.

Tonight, you stood in the shadow of a crumbling tenement, watching a woman named Mara load boxes into a battered van. Her face was streaked with tears, her movements frantic. Divorce had gutted her, left her scrambling to escape a home turned hostile. The neighbors had offered hugs, platitudes, casseroles. But you saw their gestures for what they were: emotional noise, useless in the face of logistics.

You stepped forward, silent as a predator, and Mara froze. “You’re… you’re him,” she whispered, voice trembling. The papers had leaked your existence weeks ago—Varn’s hubris ensuring that. The Clone. The Monster. The End of Us All.

You tilted your head, assessing. “You’re moving out. You need help.”

Her eyes widened. “I—I don’t—”

You didn’t wait for permission. In ten minutes, you’d packed the van with ruthless efficiency, stacking boxes in a Tetris-like arrangement that left room for her daughter’s crib. By midnight, you’d secured a lease on a subsidized apartment across town, one with a deadbolt and a view of the river. Mara stammered thanks, but you were already gone, her gratitude irrelevant. The task was done. The outcome optimized.

The world didn’t understand you, and you didn’t care. You weren’t good, not in the way people wanted. Good was Batman, cloaked in sacrifice, or the civilians who clutched their pearls and prayed for heroes. You were something else—a mind that saw systems where others saw stories, a heart that weighed effort against impact. Danger pulsed in your veins, yes. You could kill with a flick of your wrist, outwit a SWAT team, or burn Gotham to ash. But why?

Chaos was a tantrum, and you weren’t a child.

Your next project was a man named Carl, a dockworker whose father had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Carl’s friends had clapped him on the back, sent cards, and organized a fundraiser. Nice, but insufficient. You spent three nights combing through medical journals, hospital records, and survivor forums. By dawn, you handed Carl a dossier: a ranked list of oncologists with the highest success rates, a breakdown of treatment costs versus outcomes, and a dietary plan tailored to bolster immunity. Carl stared at the pages, dumbfounded. “Why’d you do this?” he asked.

You shrugged. “It was the logical thing to do.”

Logical. That was the word they didn’t get. To Gotham, you were a walking apocalypse, the Joker’s madness wearing Batman’s cape. They saw your lineage and wrote your story before you could. Varn had wanted a destroyer, and the city braced for one. But you weren’t their puppet. You were your own man, carving a path neither Bruce nor Joker could have imagined—one where power served purpose, not chaos or control.

The Bat watched from the shadows, his cowl a mask of conflict. Bruce Wayne had found you, tracked you through Gotham’s veins, and now stood on a rooftop, grappling with the truth. This clone, this abomination, wasn’t the monster he’d feared. You didn’t kill, didn��t scheme, didn’t revel in pain. You helped. You solved. You were neither hero nor villain, but something Bruce couldn’t categorize—a man who saw the world as a machine and chose to fix it, not break it.

The Joker, too, had heard the whispers. In his latest hideout, he cackled at the irony. His DNA, his legacy, turned into a do-gooder? It was hilarious, infuriating, perfect. “Oh, kid,” he muttered, twirling a knife. “You’re gonna ruin my brand.”

But you didn’t care about brands, or legacies, or the war between order and anarchy. You cared about outcomes. And tonight, as you slipped into an abandoned warehouse to dismantle a gang’s fentanyl operation—not with fists, but with evidence mailed to the DA—you felt the weight of eyes on you. Bruce’s. The Joker’s. Gotham’s.

Let them watch. Let them fear. You weren’t their story. You were your own.

#batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #joker x reader

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pintadorartist · 5 months ago

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THE TRUMP-MUSK FUNDING GRAB: THE QUIET COUP

Since taking office, President Trump and Elon Musk have worked together to defund the federal government from the inside while consolidating power into the hands of a right-wing elite. Their goal is clear: gut federal agencies, strip public resources, and redirect power and money into their own hands.

Agencies Are Starved of Ability to Help People: Key federal agencies—including the Departments of Health, Education, and Transportation—have been forced into bare-bones operations, unable to implement vital programs we depend on.

FEMA and Disaster Relief Blocked: Funding for emergency relief programs is being deliberately slowed or denied, leaving communities vulnerable.

Social Security and Medicare Under Threat: Musk’s “Department of Government Efficiency” has gained full access to the U.S. Treasury's federal payment system, which processes Social Security, Medicare, and tax refunds. His team now has access to millions of Americans’ financial data and can manipulate payments.

DOGE is a Smokescreen for Dismantling the Federal Government: Under the guise of “efficiency,” Musk has proposed cutting $1 trillion in government spending, targeting social programs, education, healthcare, and regulatory agencies that protect consumers and workers.

At the same time, Trump and Senate Republicans are fast-tracking Russell Vought as OMB Director to oversee this attack on federal funding.

VOUGHT IS THE ARCHITECT OF PROJECT 2025

Vought wrote a chapter of Project 2025, which starts by outlining the role that OMB should play in implementing the massively unpopular playbook. If confirmed, Russell Vought will control federal spending. That means he will claim to have the power to:

Freeze funding for critical programs like Medicaid, public schools, environmental protections, and infrastructure.

Redirect federal dollars to right-wing priorities, including tax cuts for the wealthy and corporate handouts.

Defund regulatory agencies that keep corporations in check and protect workers and consumers.

THE PROCESS: HOW THE SENATE WILL PROCEED WITH THE VOUGHT CONFIRMATION VOTE

Monday: Motion to Proceed (MTP) passes, allowing debate on the nomination.

Immediately After: Republican Sen. John Thune can file cloture, starting the two legislative day clock before a cloture vote.

Wednesday: Cloture vote happens, kicking off 30 hours of debate.

Wednesday - Thursday: Senate Democrats must use the full 30 hours to expose this crisis and block the nomination at every turn.

Thursday: Final vote on Vought’s confirmation. If he is confirmed, the Trump-Musk takeover accelerates.

WHAT YOU CAN DO:

1.THIS LINK BY INDIVISIBLE LEADS TO A PAGE WITH RESOURCES INCLUDING POSTERS TO USE WHEN PROTESTING AND WHAT TO DEMAND FROM YOUR SENATORS

2. THIS LINK LEADS TO A CALL TOOL THAT PROVIDES A SCRIPT FOR YOU TO USE WHEN CALLING YOUR SENATOR. TELL THEM THAT WE ARE IN A CONSTITUTIONAL CRISIS

3.Fax: use this link and send a fax to your senator

4. Read through the list of Senate leaders and call a number

5. Contact Your State Attorney General by phone and email:

Minimal script for ALL state attorneys general: We are all learning that Elon Musk, a man who can’t even get the security access he needs to enter parts of SpaceX, and a band of unaccountable teenagers and business cronies, walked into the GSA, TTS, the U.S. Treasury and the USAID offices and took whatever private information they wanted, firing any civil servant who tried to stop them. [Your Stateians] records have most likely been invaded in violation of the Privacy Act of 1974, and as he’s now embedded himself in the Treasury department computer system, payments for Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security and other federal programs are at risk if the Trump administration decides to punish our state, [as he’s currently doing by holding fire victim funding hostage in exchange for extremist voter ID requirements.] Even the short pause from Trump’s executive order to freeze federal disbursements caused panic. We want you to sue the federal government to stop this corrupt and possibly treasonous attack on the privacy rights of our states’ citizens.

6. Contact the Secretary of the Treasury Department! – 202-622-2000

Minimal script for Secretary Scott Bessent: I’m calling to demand that you remove Musk’s access from all systems under your control, that all his equipment is confiscated, that his team is interrogated as to all actions they took under his direction, and that a computer forensics team is assigned immediately to check the system for integrity of its security systems.

More info on: https://indivisibleventura.org/2025/02/01/the-guy-nobody-trusts-with-a-full-security-clearance-now-has-access-to-all-your-private-data/

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ghoulsverse · 2 months ago

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Chapter Five: W.M.002 & N.R.001

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“Sometimes the truth isn’t a weapon. It’s just a mirror you weren’t ready to look into.”

Aliah was humming.

Barely.

Just a soft, almost not there sound as she sat cross legged on the rug, carefully organizing the puzzle pieces Natasha had dumped on the floor in a rare moment of ‘character building enrichment’.

The emergency blanket still draped her shoulders, but the edges didn’t curl as tightly in her fists as they used to.

That was something.

Wanda made a note of it in the back of her mind… right behind ‘she only flinched once today’ and ‘she asked us for toast instead of waiting for someone to hand it to her’.

Tiny victories.

She was learning that those were the ones that mattered most.

In the kitchen, Natasha was pretending not to watch. She stood at the counter, lazily peeling an orange with one of her better knives. Her sleeves were rolled to her elbows, her posture loose, but her eyes flicked to Aliah every few seconds.

Not worried.

Just... aware.

Wanda leaned against the doorframe, sipping her tea that had gone lukewarm half an hour ago. She didn’t care.

The light streaming through the high windows was warm enough to make the tower feel almost lived-in. Almost like home.

She glanced back at Aliah, who was frowning intensely at the puzzle, a small crease forming between her eyebrows.

Not fear. Just frustration.

Normal kid stuff. And Wanda’s heart ached with how huge that felt.

Aliah looked up from her place on the floor to the elevator doors before anyone heard it. The elevator dinged softly.

Wanda turned just as Vision stepped into the room.

He walked like he always did… smooth, efficient, too silent for someone that solid. He paused when he saw them, his head tilting a few degrees to the right.

“Good morning.” He said, his tone was level as usual.

Aliah froze. Just slightly.

Wanda saw it, the way her shoulders hunched in a fraction tighter, the way her hand shifted automatically toward the soft glow that sometimes lit her fingertips when she got nervous. That’s two flinches for today.

She didn’t run.

But she didn’t hum anymore.

Vision didn’t seem to notice.

He walked toward the kitchen, passing Wanda with a brief nod and a faint brush of his hand against her arm.

A gesture meant to be tender. But her skin didn’t warm the way it used to.

She smiled, because that’s what she was supposed to do.

Her sole focus was on Aliah and her comfort. And Vision made the girl uncomfortable. Wanda hasn’t been able to forget the way Aliah seemed on edge every time Vision was around. The way the girl had said ‘I can’t feel you.’

They’ve learned that feeling the energy of people around her is how the girl relaxes. How she assesses the room to tell if she’s safe or not.

So having someone who Aliah can’t feel is worrisome.

“You’re doing a puzzle?” Vision asked lightly, addressing Aliah now.

Aliah didn’t answer. Didn’t look at him.

She just placed another piece, perhaps too forcefully, and kept her head down.

Vision’s polite smile didn’t falter.

He looked at Wanda. “She’s adapting well.”

Wanda forced another smile. “Yeah. She is.”

At the counter, Natasha tossed an orange slice into her mouth and rolled her eyes so hard it could’ve knocked out a satellite.

A quiet ping sounded from Bruce’s tablet in the corner of the kitchen.

He’d left it charging overnight, forgotten during their late debrief of things to help with Aliah’s care and adjustment.

Wanda didn’t think much of it.

But Natasha did.

She walked over to the tablet, casual as ever, flipping it toward her with a flick of her finger. She stilled. Brows furrowed.

The orange was forgotten on the counter.

The message was short.

Just a line of security clearance, and a name.

ACCESS LOGGED: DNA File A-13 / Donor Summary / LEVEL 10 OVERRIDE — FURY.N

And underneath that, the simplest, worst sentence.

Requesting one-on-one interview with subject.

Wanda’s chest tightened instantly.

Behind them, Aliah kept working on the puzzle… kept her eye on Vision just in her peripherals… unaware, for now.

But the quiet had changed.

And something fragile was about to break.

The steps on their shared floor weren't loud.

But it was the kind that didn’t ask permission. It just warned you that permission wasn’t the point.

Natasha looked towards the elevator doors, an unsettling chill running down her spine.

Nick Fury stood on the threshold, coat sharp, expression sharper.

“You here to check in?” Wanda asked, carefully neutral.

“I’m here to speak with Aliah.” Fury said. “Alone.”

Behind her, Natasha straightened from where she’d been standing, just behind where Aliah was doing her puzzle. She didn’t say anything yet.

Wanda’s fists tightened. “No.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Fury replied calmly. “This is protocol. She’s a classified asset with a compromised origin. We don’t know what she is. We don’t know who she answers to. I need a read, not a group hug.”

“She’s a kid.” Wanda shot back.

“Who was made.” He said coolly. “Inside the bones of Hydra. I’m not taking chances.”

Natasha stepped forward now, voice quiet but cutting. “You’re not just here for intel.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “What else would I be here for, Agent?”

“You’re here to decide if she’s a threat.”

He didn’t deny it.

Wanda moved into his space. “She doesn’t go anywhere alone.”

“She’ll be in my office.” Fury said, unfazed. “Alone. Ten minutes. No cameras. No glass walls. If she’s as stable as you say, that won’t be a problem.”

There was a beat of silence, dangerous and thick.

“I can do this the hard way, if that’s what you would prefer.”

Wanda and Natasha shared a look. A full conversation passed between them in a blink.

And then, behind them… “I’ll go.”

Aliah stood behind the two women, no one had even heard her move.

No shoes. Blanket gone. Auburn hair pulled back in a braid that she had finally let Natasha tame.

There was no fear in her voice.

Only tension.

The kind of tension that came from having run out of places to hide.

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked, carefully.

Aliah nodded. “If he’s going to talk about me… I want to hear it.”

Natasha watched her closely, jaw tight.

Wanda didn’t like it.

But she didn’t stop her.

Just watched as she followed Fury into the elevator, hands together, looking like a dog with its tail between its legs.

The elevator ride was quiet, thick.

Fury swiping his keycard to access his office and every so often glancing at the girl at his side.

She looked too small.

“You’re not in any trouble, for now. I want to make that clear.”

Aliah looked at him with wide eyes, before looking back at her feet and nodding softly. It didn’t feel like she wasn’t in trouble.

She wanted to test his energy. She could feel it when he had come to get her. He didn’t feel threatening, but he had this intimidating aura. One Aliah could tell had come from being hurt before.

Even now in this cramped metal box, she could tell he didn’t want to be harsh, but that it was a necessity.

That gave her the smallest sliver of comfort.

She jumped slightly at the sound of the doors opening again to one large room. Filled with screens and windows.

The walls were clean steel, brushed matte and unnaturally silent.

The only color in the room came from the tablet on Fury’s desk, open and waiting.

Aliah sat in the single chair across from him, too big for her small frame.

Fury didn’t speak right away. He just slid the tablet across the desk.

She took it with tentative hands, looking at him as if asking for permission before looking at the words on the screen.

Her genetic code was broken into percentages.

Donor A – 40% WANDA MAXIMOFF

Donor B – 40% NATASHA ROMANOFF

20% SYNTHETIC AGENT – Binding Sequence / Controlled Mutation

She stared.

Not blinking.

Not breathing.

She looked up at him, eyes wide and curious. “This is me?”

Fury nodded and walked around his desk to lean along the front of it, non threatening. “Hydra, they used two DNA samples together.” Fury said. “They built a new species.”

Aliah didn’t look up.

“You are human, just… an enhanced human.” He continued.

She stared down at the tablet, the corners of her eyes began to burn as water filled them but didn't spill over.

“There were 112 before me. They called me ‘Subject 113’.”

“Did they tell you that?”

Aliah shook her head. “I found it one day. I went exploring. I saw 113 on the file and I took it. It said that my donor samples were ‘W.M.002’ and ‘N.R.001’.”

Fury didn’t speak, just took it all in.

“I got caught, and I asked what the letters meant. The doctor said I wasn’t ready to know yet.” She said softly as she handed him back the tablet.

“As far as I’m aware, Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff have no knowledge of having their DNA saved, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility, clearly, that their blood was taken.” Fury said.

Aliah’s hands curled around the edges of the chair.

He tapped the screen once.

“The stabilizer. It’s not just glue. It’s control. Your energy, Wanda’s… is chaos. Natasha’s enhancements are volatile. The binding agent forces both to coexist without canceling each other out.”

That hit harder than anything else.

Aliah’s head dropped. “I thought I was made to be... strong.”

“You were.” Fury said. “They weren’t building a soldier.”

She looked up now, eyes narrowing.

“They were building an answer. To the Avengers. To power they couldn’t manipulate. You weren’t supposed to think. You were supposed to obey.”

Silence.

Her knuckles were white, but her voice stayed steady. “But I did anyway.”

Fury leaned forward just slightly.

“You need to know what they tried to make you. So you can decide if you’re going to be it.”

Her breath hitched just once.

She nodded slowly. Not like she agreed.

Like she understood.

Fury tapped the screen again, closing the file. “You’re not on a leash here. However, if you slip, I’m the one they send.”

Aliah stood up. She looked him dead in the eye. “I’m not going to slip.”

And with that, she left the room without waiting to be dismissed.

Avengers Compound - 8th floor

Natasha didn’t move.

She just stood there, staring at the blank metal surface like she could burn a hole through it with willpower alone.

Wanda paced.

Not nervous. Not anxious. Just ready.

Like if anything went wrong behind that door, she’d handle it before the lights flickered.

Vision stood a few feet back, hands clasped behind his back. Composed.

Useless.

“This is ridiculous.” Wanda muttered. “She’s already been through enough. What’s the point of putting her through this?”

“Power check.” Natasha replied without looking up. “Fury wants to see if she cracks.”

“She’s not going to.” Wanda snapped.

“I know that. We both know that. He doesn’t.”

Vision stepped forward slightly, voice calm as ever.

“Fury is attempting to establish behavioral baselines in a controlled environment. It’s a reasonable measure…”

“It’s not reasonable.” Wanda cut in, her voice sharp.

Vision blinked. “I didn’t mean to imply she was a danger, or a threat…”

“You didn’t have to.” Wanda said, turning to him now. “You just explained it like she’s a lab result.”

“She is... an unknown factor.” He said slowly, as if parsing the phrase.

Wanda’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “She’s just a girl.”

Natasha stood slowly from her spot at the little dining room table. Her tone, when it came, was low. “Vision, stop talking.”

Vision stepped back, visibly computing, but choosing silence for once.

Natasha glanced at Wanda. “She’ll be fine. But if he even hints at locking her up again…”

“I’ll burn the room down.” Wanda finished flatly.

They meant it.

Both of them.

A long silence followed.

Wanda’s breathing finally began to steady, the sharp magic that had been buzzing at her fingertips fading back beneath her skin.

She could feel Aliah again.

The doors clicked softly behind her.

Aliah stepped back into the common area like it wasn’t the same room she’d left. Like the floor might shift underneath her.

Wanda and Natasha were already there.

They hadn’t sat down.

They were waiting.

Wanda was the first to move… a step forward, then a pause, as if checking some invisible boundary.

“You okay?” She asked, voice low, careful like glass.

Aliah nodded automatically.

Natasha frowned slightly. Like she could tell the difference between real and reflex.

“Are you hungry?” Wanda asked. “We’ve got that cereal you liked. The one with the, what was it?”

“The little marshmallow bats.” Natasha supplied dryly.

Wanda nodded. “Yeah. Those.”

Aliah shook her head. “I’m okay.”

She wasn’t.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense. It was... hollow. Like someone had removed the oxygen from the room and left only static.

Wanda glanced at Natasha.

Natasha leaned against the wall.

Wanda tried again.

“We could watch something? Or maybe…”

“You don’t have to act like everything’s fine.” Aliah said suddenly.

It landed like a pin dropping onto steel.

Not loud. But impossible to ignore.

Wanda’s shoulders sank just slightly.

Natasha straightened from the wall, her arms uncrossing.

A small silence settled again.

Aliah stepped forward, toeing the edge of the rug, glancing around like she’d just arrived in someone else’s house for the first time.

She looked at Wanda. Then at Natasha. And then asked, quietly. “Why are you nice to me?”

Wanda froze.

Natasha straightened.

Aliah continued, her voice calm but clearly practiced, like she’d asked this question in her own head a hundred times before.

“You don’t even know me. You didn’t have to bring me here. You don’t owe me anything.”

Wanda set her mug down and crossed the room slowly. Kneeling beside her like before. “I don’t need a reason to care about you.”

Aliah blinked. “I saw my file. I saw the results.”

The words weren’t loud. But they cracked something open.

Wanda went still.

Natasha didn’t move at all.

Aliah didn’t stop. “They didn’t say your names. Just letters. Numbers. The results did though.”

Her hands clenched at her sides, but her voice didn’t shake.

“W.M.002. N.R.A001. I understand it now.”

She looked between them. Face unreadable. Eyes searching.

“I was made from you.”

A beat passed.

“The two samples they used to make me, were yours.”

Wanda’s breath hitched. Natasha’s jaw tensed.

And Aliah, finally, dropped her gaze. “I just wanted to know if you’re kind to me because of that. Because you see something of yourselves in me.”

Wanda reached out gently, brushing her fingers over Aliah’s hand. “No. I’m kind to you because you deserve kindness.”

Natasha stepped forward, crouching at her other side. “We didn’t make you, but we’ll fight like hell to keep you.”

Aliah closed her eyes. And for the first time, she didn’t feel like running away.

“You didn’t know, did you? That they took from you?”

Natasha sighed. “I knew they took samples, after they experimented on me. I didn’t know they kept it.”

Wanda looked between the two, still in a state of shock. “Fury knows about the results? That’s what he talked to you about?”

The girl just nodded.

Wanda stayed kneeling in front of her, not moving.

Not yet.

She was still absorbing the weight of it… not the truth, but the way Aliah had said it.

“I was made from you.”

Like it was something dangerous.

Something shameful.

Something she had to confess.

Wanda wanted to reach into her chest and tear that feeling out before it ever took root.

Natasha was quiet too. But her eyes didn’t leave Aliah’s face. She began to play with the knife she always kept on her, a nervous tick she had.

She was theirs, now… whether she believed it yet or not. She was always theirs, from the moment they found her in that abandoned base. And Aliah was right. Natasha did see a bit of herself in the young girl. But not in the way she had asked, in the way that meant that she needed to protect the girl from what Natasha herself had gone through.

She saw a part of herself as she is now. Strong, fierce, smart.

The silence held, warm but heavy, until the soft whirr of the elevator cut through it.

Wanda turned just in time to see Vision step into the room.

His eyes moved from her, to Natasha, to Aliah… and for the first time, something almost like hesitation flickered across his face.

“I sensed emotional fluctuation on this floor.” He said evenly. “Is everything all right?”

No one answered.

Not at first.

Then Natasha stood and walked toward the kitchen.

“Everything’s always alright.” She said, not looking at him.

Vision tilted his head. “I was referring to measurable distress coming from young Aliah.”

Wanda didn’t bother responding.

She turned back to Aliah and brushed her fingers gently across the girl’s shoulder… grounding her.

Vision stood in the doorway like a puzzle piece in the wrong box, watching something he could identify but not understand.

But what stood in front of him, what sat between Wanda and Natasha now, still blinking fast to hold back tears… was something born from pain, chaos, and choice.

Something stitched together by monsters, and held together by kindness.

And he couldn’t compute any of it.

So he let it be for now.

Wanda stood alone in the kitchen, rinsing out mugs that weren’t dirty, needing something to do with her hands.

Aliah had gone quiet again, not the trembling kind, but the thinking kind. She’d curled up on the couch with a blanket around her and Natasha’s jacket draped over the back like a shield.

Natasha hadn’t left the room since.

The footsteps behind her were too precise to be anyone else.

“I noticed Aliah responds well to Natasha.” Vision said, stopping a few feet away.

Wanda didn’t turn. “She does.”

“She responds to you as well.”

“That’s expected.” Wanda said, drying a mug slowly. “I’m still learning how to help her.”

There was a pause, one of Vision’s unnerving silences that felt like he was scrolling through thousands of outcomes before choosing a sentence.

“I’ve noticed I’ve spent less time with you lately.” He said.

Wanda’s fingers paused just slightly on the dish towel.

“We’ve all been busy, Vis. We have a young girl in our care now.” She offered.

“Yes, one with your DNA.” He said. “I assumed you’d be excited at that fact. You’ve always stated your dreams of having children of your own one day.”

She froze. Of course he remembered. He remembered everything about her. She had thought it was sweet. “I do. Aliah needs time to adjust. This is different.” She’s different. She’s half Natasha too.

“Perhaps I could join you in your room tonight. As we used to. We haven’t had a proper moment alone in days.”

Wanda looked down at the mug in her hand.

It was clean.

But she scrubbed at it anyway.

“That might be nice.” She said, quiet.

It was easier than confronting the part of herself that had been aching all day… the part that watched Aliah lean into Natasha’s side and felt something twist behind her ribs.

Not jealousy.

Not exactly.

But something close.

Something lonelier.

Vision stepped forward and gently touched her shoulder. His hand was warm, his voice even.

“I’ve missed our time together.”

Wanda nodded, and smiled. “I have too.”

“It would also be beneficial for Aliah to fully integrate herself into the routine everyone has had before. Find where she fits in and everyone moves along with her.”

She nodded again, less committedly, and said nothing else. He was right, but that didn’t make her feel better.

Later, after Vision had retreated with a quiet offer of tea no one accepted, Wanda sat on the couch with Aliah tucked under her arm, softly brushing her fingers along the sides of her hair, in a soothing way. Natasha sprawled in the chair nearby, legs kicked over one side.

No one spoke.

Just the low hum of whatever movie they had found earlier playing on the TV.

There was nothing left to explain.

Just women learning, one day at a time, how to give her peace.

Another win, another small victory that Wanda cataloged in her mind. Aliah now felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on the couch after a week of needing both women to sleep on the floor.

She still needed both of them nearby to sleep, but at least they could sleep on the couch.

Tiny victories.

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#two reds make white: series #ghoulswrites #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x oc

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itsvinzenzdarling · 2 months ago

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An interesting predicament, to say the least. If anyone were to ask Vinzenz what his plans were for the rest of the week, he'd answer with his normal schedule. Checking file records to make sure they're up to date, testing to equipment to check their efficiency, keeping his things organized and under lock and key, then find something to feast on. Well, about as appetizing as Mann Co had to offer.

But this was not on his agenda. Administration had come to him with a job, implying that they had chosen "the best of the best" as if it'd sway his decision, and it entailed something he had not done before: espionage. Now Vinzenz was no stranger to capturing confidential intelligence. There had been many times when he successfully snatched the enemy brief case in Teufort, not including the many times he had been gunned down by a Scout or a Heavy. Le Blanc was cut out for this work, and he agreed with administration that he was the best candidate. Their reasoning for choosing the Medic out of all of the other classes was to make sure that both of them come back alive. He had to make sure that if they should sustain any injuries, he healed them before they even left the building. This particular object they were getting was blueprints that should've been surrendered before the previous investor cut ties. And now that became they're problem.

Normally, Le Blanc would've been his enemy, but as circumstances would have it, he had been autobalanced. Instead of fighting him, he was fighting alongside him. They had been able to break into the manor, and everything was going fine until the alarms started blaring in their journey to the suspected location of the documents. They still had a mission to complete and their cover had been blown. Security guards found them Le Blanc paid for it with a busted lip and a bloody nose. And Vinzenz, ever the creature of the night, couldn't ignore the iron scent. This wasn't the time to get distracted by the viscous froth that he wanted to taste....again. The last time he did, they were in quite the scandal.

And that's where it got hairy. This whole thing between them, the hot and cold feelings, the passion, the disregard of professionalism, and the walls that both of them put up, it thickened the tension. This was an awful time to talk about it, but it wasn't often that two of them were on the same team. While they were creeping down corridors, bleeding and bruised, he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"As right as you'll let me," he said, crimson gaze holding honey gold. "This little game between us....how does it end?" Was this the most opportune moment? No. In fact, it was the worst. But that didn't stop him from squeezing the truth out of him. The weight of the medical pack on his back didn't weigh as much as the heaviness in his heart whenever he looked at him.

#xceruleanrosesx #rp #//read more because it got long//

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idhren · 4 months ago

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March 1, 2025

A letter to the American People:

For over 11 years, 18F has been proudly serving you to make government technology work better. We are non-partisan civil servants. 18F has worked on hundreds of projects, all designed to make government technology not just efficient but effective, and to save money for American taxpayers.

However, all employees at 18F – a group that the Trump Administration GSA Technology Transformation Services Director called "the gold standard" of civic tech – were terminated today at midnight ET.

18F was doing exactly the type of work that DOGE claims to want – yet we were eliminated.

When former Tesla engineer Thomas Shedd took the position of TTS director and met with TTS including 18F on February 3, 2025, he acknowledged that the group is the “gold standard” of civic technologists and that “you guys have been doing this far longer than I’ve been even aware that your group exists.” He repeatedly emphasized the importance of the work, and the value of the talent that the teams bring to government.

Despite that skill and knowledge, at midnight ET on March 1, the entirety of 18F received notice that our positions had been eliminated.

The letter said that 18F "has been identified as part of this phase of GSA’s Reduction in Force (RIF) as non-critical”.

"This decision was made with explicit direction from the top levels of leadership within both the Administration and GSA," Shedd said in an email shortly after we were given notice.

This was a surprise to all 18F staff and our agency partners. Just yesterday we were working on important projects, including improving access to weather data with NOAA, making it easier and faster to get a passport with the Department of State, supporting free tax filing with the IRS, and other critical projects with organizations at the federal and state levels.

All 18F's support on that work has now abruptly come to a halt. Since the entire staff was also placed on administrative leave, we have been locked out of our computers, and have no chance to assist in an orderly transition in our work. We don’t even have access to our personal employment data. We’re supposed to return our equipment, but can’t use our email to find out how or where.

Dismantling 18F follows the gutting of the original US Digital Service. These cuts are just the most recent in a series of a sledgehammer approach to the critical US teams supporting IT infrastructure.

Before today’s RIF, DOGE members and GSA political appointees demanded and took access to IT systems that hold sensitive information. They ignored security precautions. Some who pushed back on this questionable behavior resigned rather than grant access. Others were met with reprisals like being booted from work communication channels.

We’re not done yet.

We’re still absorbing what has happened. We’re wrestling with what it will mean for ourselves and our families, as well as the impact on our partners and the American people.

But we came to the government to fix things. And we’re not done with this work yet.

More to come.

#18F #website #rec #United States #a place beyond tears

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helenvaughans · 2 months ago

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Elon Musk may be stepping back from running the so-called Department of Government Efficiency, but his legacy there is already secured. DOGE is assembling a sprawling domestic surveillance system for the Trump administration — the likes of which we have never seen in the United States. President Trump could soon have the tools to satisfy his many grievances by swiftly locating compromising information about his political opponents or anyone who simply annoys him. The administration has already declared that it plans to comb through tax records to find the addresses of immigrants it is investigating — a plan so morally and legally challenged it prompted several top I.R.S. officials to quit in protest. Some federal workers have also been told that DOGE is using A.I. to sift through their communications to identify people who harbor anti-Musk or -Trump sentiment (and presumably punish or fire them). What this amounts to is a stunningly fast reversal of our long history of siloing government data to prevent its misuse. In their first 100 days, Mr. Musk and Mr. Trump have knocked down the barriers that were intended to prevent them from creating dossiers on every U.S. resident. Now, they seem to be building a defining feature of many authoritarian regimes: comprehensive files on everyone so they can punish those who protest. “This is what we were always scared of,” said Kevin Bankston, a longtime civil liberties lawyer and a senior adviser on A.I. governance at the Center for Democracy & Technology, a policy and civil rights organization. “The infrastructure for turnkey totalitarianism is there for an administration willing to break the law.”

#surveillance state #elon musk #donald trump #politics #news #usa #article

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sketchfanda · 2 months ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Major Events

Major Motoko Kusanagi, agent of public security team Section 9, was quite the woman to behold for people meeting her for the first time and that was something Bulma knew plenty well. How often did you ever meet a woman whose entire body was mechanical with only her brain and spine being the only organic material within her that helped her to qualify as a cyborg? Yet in spite of her professional demeanor, the Capsule Corp CEO knew she still had needs of a certain kind, the sort of which often required physical intimacy and engagement of an erotic nature and to Bulma, Motoko had qualities that would make her ideal for a little fun she had in mind. Though far as the Major was concerned, she was puzzled as to why she'd been hired and brought over to Capsule Corp's R&D division by the head honcho herself, but according to the chief, the Briefs' woman had asked for her personally....and sweetened the pot with a very generous payday (Seriously, who knew a check could have so many zeroes?!!).

Whatever the reasons, Motoko knew the check had cleared and money was money, besides which it didn't seem like Bulma had anything illegal in mind yet she couldn't feel like there was some sort of ulterior motive. Especially as she could swear, it was like the woman was checking her out and undressing her with her eyes and clearly seemed to like what she saw as she lead the cyborg bombshell to some sort of medical chair that was rigged up like some VR game device. Getting the hint without needing any dreary exposition, Motoko wasted no time in stripping down to her underwear as she soon sat in the chair, allowing herself to be harnessed and a few select wires plugged into the ports in her neck while a headset visor was placed over her eyes. In no time at all, she found herself in a virtual avatar floating amidst a sea of ones and zeroes which soon opened up a window displaying a folder marked Krillin files for some reason. Figuring all Bulma had required of her was to go over some data and analyze while the Capsule Corp head honcho examined her body for scientific or medical purposes, she tapped the folder to open it before her vision became flooded by a flash of white light.....and soon felt her nerves ablaze with what could only be called mindnumbing, exquisite pleasure!!

Motoko wasn't sure what the hell was going on but the next moment all around her, she was surrounded by holographic windows playing goddamn porn videos!! Each and every one of them showing a different woman, some in duos, trios or groups and all of them with the same guy plowing them with what had to be the biggest cock she'd ever seen and she was feeling full sensory feedback from every one of them!! Her virtual body paralyzed by ecstasy as raw, orgasmic bliss surged through it from head to toe, every climax and the sensation of her mouth, ass and especially her pussy being pounded by that meaty slab of heaven, over and over seemingly magnified and multiplying!! If this was a trap, Bulma had gotten her good as she soon felt her virtual avatar body lay on something solid, the sea wall of smut providing white noise as she soon found herself on a king sized bed...and in very familiar company that she was finding herself becoming rather intimately and personally acquainted with......

But of course Kusanagi wasn't just finding her mind becoming sexually familiar with Krillin in the virtual boudoir but her body was also busy getting some action as well as Bulma watched on like the kinky, degenerate hedonist she was. Shamelessly playing with herself at the sight of one of her Warrior Monk dolls performing at peak efficiency with full sexual force as it was mounted atop Motoko's bombshell form and fucking her deep and hard. Her VR headset almost like a kinky cyberpunk blindfold as she was getting the Krillin experience digitally and physically, it was a pornographic trap that had been sprung and Bulma was loving every second of it but not as much as Motoko was, the lucky cyber hottie, as the monitors also showed in splendid quality definition. Really, the Capsule Corp CEO knew it was inevitable, cyborg babes like the Major were drawn to Krillin like flies to a bowl of sugar and honey so she was only helping nature along it taking its course to run.....

While Motoko was getting taken to Satisfaction Avenue on the corner of Bonetown, her virtual form was undergoing an increased assault of pleasure through full sexual force. Finding herself soon in the company of two Krillins as they took turns fucking her one on one before they were double teaming her, making her filling of a short king muscle sandwich as they gave her a dose of double penetration and then spitroasted her, one facefucking her as the other fucked her cowgirl or doggy style. Before she knew it, a third had joined and made his presence known when she felt that length and girth she was becoming so sexually acquainted with suddenly invade her virtually sexy ass with deep, passionate penetration. The ambush of a 3 on one 1 assault wearing down any resistance or hesitation she had in the back of her mind leaving her guard down as she was soon surrounded by a baker's dozen of copies....and soon the centerpiece of a Krillin gangbang!!

As her virtual body drowned in a sea of well hung short kings stuffing her sexy holes and flooding her with their essence, her cybernetic physical being continued to feel the Gs of the Warrior Monk still fucking her with full sexual force. Her quite bubbly synthetic booty cheeks clapping while her tits bounced and sway, her digital nerves surging with jolts of pleasure from head to toe from the spine to her brain as the Krillin clone Frenched her with desire and passion, displaying quite the steady stream of updates they'd been making to the Warrior Monks. Each and everyone ensuring improvement in the quality of their prowess and capability in providing sexual gratification which Motoko was experiencing first hand but Bulma knew this was just the warm up act....after all, had to make sure the Major could be able to handle the real deal himself when the time was right...

A few days on since that kinky little experiment, Krillin had found himself called in by Major General Armstrong and Sargeant Nutz to meet a recent transfer who he’d be giving an orientation to. That being none other than Kusanagi, who in spite of her cool exterior, was feeling so damn turned setting her sights on the short king but really after what Bulma had out her through?! It’s a wonder she didn’t jump him and start doing the horizontal tango but Motoko was a woman of patience so she’d have a moment with him, sooner or later. Good as the virtual clones and that warrior monk had been, it’d be a whole other thing to get it on with the real deal himself….

Shut of course she’d have to remind herself to thank Bulma for pulling some strings for this little transfer arrangement, not to mention the Terrabytes worth of porn she had stored in her databanks. Not just the Double Z stuff either but some of the more…..amateur material that really helped her avoid some sleepless nights. Credit where it’s due, Bulma certainly had quite some tastes in friends and spending some time with Krillin was sure to be more fun thst what she usually did in Section 9 on a regular basis. And seriously, how did a little guy like this pack such a dick on him, he was like a sexual wmd!!!

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A woman has needs

Rio Morales didn't think of herself as a woman who ever wanted or needed much in life, even if others often told her she deserved much more. After all she was a widow and single mom who was still in the prime and peak of her life with needs that needed tending to but her work hours alone she felt just made it impossible to ever feel like she could have much of a social life . Granted, she still did have her little guilty pleasures every now and then particularly her little late night habit; selecting a skinflick to jill off to, nothing helped a lady sleep better than a nice little personal session with some wet dream material. And some of Double Z studios' output had been stellar more than usual, just thinking of the sex scenes from World's Mightiest still made her shudder, who knew Don Juan Sanchez could also be a capable writer and director?

Which did remind her of her little recent trend in her fantasies late at night, thinking of that stud who made so many furry women writhe in ecstasy and wondering what it'd be like to have every inch of that bitch pleasing, womb flooding slab of meat rock her world. But alas, such was the case between fantasy and reality and the latter was simply how it was and right now, work was calling her back down to Earth. Yet fate it seemed, wasn't without her peculiar sense of humour as she found herself handling a session of conducting physical check-ups for a few of the guys and gals from Double Z itself, was this some sort of sign? Though Rio had to keep away any thoughts of temptation and focus on doing her work, after all, life wasn't a porno even if some of the friendly flirting from a few of the quite sexy anthro girls was a scandalous fun boost to her self esteem and some of the guys were cheeky and playful, showing off and posing in their skivvies.

So far, so good and unsurprisingly, they all pretty much passed (No surprise those guys and gals kept in great shape and health when it came to their line of work) though when it came to her last check up, she had to wonder if she was imagining things because for some reason because her last Double Z guy to look over....was a HUMAN?!! Yet after some brief confusion, it was cleared up that indeed, the guy, Krillin he said was his name, explained that what was spoken between them never left the examination office as she learned that not only was he one of Zigzag's performers...he was frickin' Don Juan Sanchez himself!! To say Rio was surprised would be putting it mildy, amazing what a set of shades, a beard and a temporary tattoo could do for a man....a quite fine physical specimen of a man, she had to say. Now at this point, you can probably gather this would be around when Rio's pent up libido, thirsty from a very long dry spell, on top of being in the presence of her favourite porn star, would up and kick her self control aside and tell her jump the man and have him bone her......and you'd be right!!

Now of course leave it to Krillin to never leave a woman wanting or waiting as he obliged Rio's kinky desires in wanting to live out her own personal porno fantasy and besides which? He found himself to be quite into dusky, dark skinned women like her as much as he was into blondes like his wife, he wasn't sure the how or why of it but one thing was certain. And it was that Rio was looking oh so fine and sexy as fuck, her face rocking expressions of ecstasy as she was held by him in the throes of passion, her exotic complexion glistening with sweat as he had her on the bed in a mating press. Lips pressed to hers as they fucked deep and hard with wanton abandon, Rio's spicy Latino booty cheeks clapping and jiggling with every impact of that jackhammering cock sinking balls deep into her snatch's heated, sloppy embrace.....

She was truly quite the sight to behold, pure sensual poetry in motion and it was pretty clear she was relishing his attention on her as much as the pleasure he was giving her. But how could he not give it his all when it came to taking a woman to the peak of sexual ecstasy over and over again especially when that juicy ass felt so amazing in the palm of his hands or the feel and sight of those dusky, perky tits as they bounced away? Far as Krillin knew, if Rio was still single then that was just a crime because any man that wasn't giving her the time of day was clearly a fool, to say nothing of leaving her carnal needs unattended to. Might've been his wife's bad influence talking but damnit, she was right, it was his natural goal in life to make women like Rio feel like goddamn goddesses in bed much as he did her, as he continued to rock her world and make her sweat!!

Speaking of the aforementioned wife, 18 happened to be standing outside the door to Krillin's hospotal room, peeking through and looking on at the spicy nurse indulging in her personal fantasy with the blonde's husband. And loving every single moment with voyeuristic ecstasy to find her man's natural charm and sexual charisma scored him another stunner, just something about dusky skinned women like Rio getting a good dicking from Krillin was such a turn-on. The blonde unable to help herself as she snuck in and closed the door behind her, sneaking her way up on Rio who had her eyes closed as she reading Krillin in the reverse cowgirl as he he,d her lovely hips and had his eyes glued to her shapely backside. Leaving them bother if the cyborg asskicker’s presence until she suddenly ambushed Rio with a kiss, catching the nurse off guard as she found her her spontaneous fun with Don Juan was now becoming an equally spontaneous threesome….and she certainly didn’t mind at all!!

It was quite a marathon today the least, if anything Rio knew it was a miracle she was somehow still conscious and walking, not to mention that they didn’t get caught. Not that she was complaining kind you because that had been fuckdamn amazing and she wasn’t a lesbian but damn if 18 wasn’t a hot sexy 10 out of 10 stunner who seemed very eager to ensure the nurse didn’t stop herself at just this one time. After all as far as the blond was concerned, once a woman like Rio had a taste of Krillin, enough was never enough and with ehr son out to college and all….her biological,clock was still ticking. And what harm would there be in keeping in touch on a regular intimate basis after Krillin was discharged from the hospital?

Suffice to say, the blonde and her compact stud husband had a new lady friend on their contacts list and Rio found herself feeling like quite a whole new woman. So much so that she found herself sending spicy texts and saucy pictures to them every now and then and ooh yes indeed, the sex when it happened was every bit as good as the first time. To say nothing of when she found out she wasn’t the only woman in in this little secret club 18 has going on as well as her personal pet project. The like of which involved sowing wild oats and putting a few buns in ovens…..

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Stellar Modifications!!

Whenever they weren't tending to their master Krillin's carnal needs, 2B and 2P often found themselves either helping out on quality control for the Warrior Monks or often doing odd jobs for Bulma such as if she needed them to do her the task of locating and acquiring the dragonballs. Should they ever find something of particular interest for the Capsule Corp CEO of course, it was always priority to bring it to her attention and in this case, this little discovery was likely something...or rather someone they were sure would do well in service to the Glory of Mankind (translation:Code for giving their master Krillin immense sexual pleasure and relief). Bulma could certainly concur as she beheld what they had brought before her, a massive containment pod and floating within, a woman of stunning sensual beauty. This certainly required some looking into and fortunately the pod had an on board computer which contained a fine treasure trove of data about this enigmatic young lady.

Her name apparently was Eve and in addition to being quite the looker, what Bulma was finding information wise showed she was quit the capable combatant. But to the Capsule Corp CEO, that was a small bonus that’d make her very effective as a bodyguard because the intel showed that Eva was a certain special sort of lady, much like the Yorha twins and 18…..so oooooh did the gears begin to turn in Bulma’s head as she knew just what she was going to do with Eve as she turned to 2B and 2P and instruct them to call the blonde cyborg. She knew she was going to want to hear about the latest special sexy surprise for Krillin and ooh were these nano suits going to get themselves some mileage.

Eve herself wasn't sure what to make of her surroundings as she came to, let alone the sudden increase on data she found her memory banks storing, after all since when had she ever acquired, let alone needed a copy of the kama sutra? And from the size of bites in some of these folders, there was enough pornography to make an image gallery on Google without the safesearch seem tame and hat was this one marked Krillin for in terms of purpose? Nevermind why just thinking of that name made her feel so...tingly, as she looked around to find herself in some sort of lacy lingerie and what seemed to b a love hotel with the only company present being...the man himself, who upon setting her sights on, suddenly made some sort of programming kick in. One moment she was briefly dazed and confused, the next minute she was pouncing Krillin, kissing him with the force of a man who'd been dying of thirst having finally found himself an oasis to drown in........

Naturally doubt and hesitation became the furthest thing from Krillin's mind as libido took the helm and made him go along with the sudden momentum of passion and desire, returning Eve's lusty kiss. He wasn't sure what Bulma had in store for him or rather who when she'd invited him to what he knew for sure was her latest round of fun in what was known as her Krillin playroom but he couldn't really complain given the sort of women it had him getting erotically acquainted with. Which was why the room was soon filled with Eve's moans of raw passion and ecstasy, deep gasps and moans escaping her lovely lips as she and the short king danced the age old primal dance of man and woman together since the dawn of time. Held in his embrace as they fucked in a seated lotus position, unable to help herself from making her glorious hips buck and ride that pistoning cock while they made out with the hormonal lust and drive of horny teenagers....

As always, Bulm was watching on like the deviant voyeur she was from the two way mirror hidden observation room, more than pleased with the results in reprogramming Eve's code. After all, it was only right to help nature run along on its course in arranging a new robo girl (cyborgs, androids, robots...if they were digital in some form, chances were they'd be drawn to Krillin like a magnet, he just had a way with those sort of women!!) and it was working out even better than expected. She'd have to remember to give 2B and 2P a proper reward for discovering this work of art of a gynoid but at the least, their current quality time with some Warrior Monks would suffice in scratching their itches for their love of the embodiment of the glory of mankind. Besides which this was Eve's turn and oooh her combat ready body was really handling itself quite well with the onslaught of pleasure brought about by Krillin's sexual prowess......

Which was understating it, quite frankly, given Eva had a wealth of combat experience and yet that paled in comparison to the intense passion and lust she found herself with in the throes of passion. Relishing the attention and actions of the short king as he couldn’t help help but keep feeling up thst glorious juicy ass of hers, her twin meat buns sporting distinct palm marks indicating his staked claim on the gynoid bombshell. Every postion a shift and instance of being pinned beneath him, held up in the air or up and down against the floors or walls amidst a constant rush of orgasms a welcome surge of ectasy flooding her mind. Not wanting this to cease yet knowing there was only so much she could endure before she passed out…and yet rather hoping he’d keep using her as he saw fit even while he fucked her into a sexual coma because that’d be sexy as fuck…

Now while Bulma would normally be shamelessly playing with herself to get off to seeing Krillin once again be an absolute stud but in this case, she was keeping herself very busy in a different way. Mainly looking to the data she’d acquired from Eve’s pod as there was a treasure trove of data especially for Something that really caught her eye. That being the series of sister units in Eve’s line of gynoids, all scattered throughout and every one of them quite the looker, all prime breeding stock material for a few chestnut buns in the oven. That is if these gals were capable of getting pregnant of course but nothing a little quality modification and upgrading from Capsule Corp couldn’t figure out and solve…..

But of course first thing’s first would be making sure they’d actually work which was where Eve came in as the Guinea pig but that’d be after she’d finished getting used to being a sexual partner for Krillin. After all, learn to crawl before you wake and walk before you run so before Eve could get to making babies, she needed to be able to handle the baby daddy with full sexual force. And there was no doubt Eve was going to enjoy every single moment of that if that ahegao loaded face she was sporting was anything to go by. Who said sex couldn't be both a science and an art?

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In this dojo, there is one true art....

Maryl Baroque was quite the woman to say the least, if anything within the world of martial arts, she was a more than human but less than a god. Those who witnessed her in action say it was like she could boost her strength, speed and all else the longer a fight went on as well as the fact she was considered something of a sadist. Which might be why she was more or less banned from ever participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament though her choice of combat attire might've also had to do with that decision. But hey can't deny it's hard not to admire a well sculpted and toned amazon of a woman rock a sexy little number that left her backside entirely exposed and made it more than clear she went commando.

Now if one thing could be made clear about Maryl, much as she loved to break her opponents with a clear and present violent streak that was as subtle as a sledgehammer smashing a cinder block, she certainly lived for and welcomed a challenge. So when she saw a flyer advertising a womens' class for the Turtle school in Satan City, the feisty fighter knew she'd be in for some fun...especially and particularly if the hotshot running this dojo was a man because that'd make it even more fun for her. Imagine her amusement and surprise when she arrived to find this so called dojo was a damn little home fit only for a small family, greeted by some cheeky, uppity blonde bitch who introduced the guy that owned and operated it. And he turned out to be a total runt baldy to boot, it was like the punchline of a very bad joke!!

But Maryl figured she was here and why not especially when that same blonde bitch had the audacity to challenge her and dare her to fight the shorty!! And claimed that when (not if, talk about fucking cheeky!!) her husband defeated her, then Maryl would have to submit like a good little bitch and let them do whatever they wanted with her. Now if she wasn’t so proud and temperamental, she’d have known as she was pushing her luck and maybe getting in over her head but like hell she’d just back down and walk away!! Oh she coild jsut see it now, she’d turn this guy into a goddamn human pretzel when it was all said and done…

At least that'd been the plan but the moment that damn blonde called out for them to start, the next thing Maryl knew, she was in the couple's bedroom, face down, front flat and her quite well toned yet voluptuously bubbly ass up in the air and getting railed deep, fast and hard like a bitch in heat by the damn baldy!! And heaven help her, she was loving each and every goddamn second of it as her nerves were ablaze with mind numbing pleasure coursing through her veins like a surging tidal wave. Panting and barking like the horny little bitch in heat she now was reduced to, grasping the bedsheets as she rode the intense forces of that powerful, pumping and thrusting pelvis from her compact Adonis of an alpha male as he sunk every inch of his cock balls deep to ensure the walls of her pussy would be molded to the shape of his length and girth!! Every orgasm he'd coaxed out of her just fuel for the fire of lust burning within them both as he relished that gloriously sculpted backside flexing and tensining those exquisite muscles all the while that juicy ass clapped its bubbly cheeks like the rhythm of a lewd drum!!

18, the aforementioned uppity blonde of course, was taking delight and satisfaction in equal measure as she stood a few feet away from the bed and witnessing Maryl's full sexual force based dominatrion by her husband. As shameless and lewd a voyeur as ever with how she blatantly played with herself in getting off to this with the added flavour of well earned smugness knowing this was the natural result of the fighting tomboy's own hubris. If ever a pretty, hot sexy piece of ass ever came their way in regards to their unofficial dojo, it was 5050 that it'd be some hotshot like Maryl or a pretty sexy little gifted bruiser who couldn't help but be drawn to the cybernetic hottie's short king husband like a fly to sugar or ants at a picnic. And in the case of the former, it was a priceless moment to see them reap what they sow as their pride shattered and crumbled before the intense passion only her man could give them combined with the mind numbing sensation of his glorified third leg of a cock ensuring they'd never want or even think of another man!!

Maryl was certainly experiencing that lesson first hand and she was loving every single damn second of it, pink hearts shamelessly glowing in her eyes as she rocked shameless ahegao expressions one would normally know for sure was out of character for her. But she couldn’t care less as she stuck out her tongue and barked like the good little bitch in heat she was for her new alpha male, proclaiming herself his slutty princess and hhim her new sex god and daddy. Urging him on to keep going until eben just saying his name would make her spread her legs for him and she was sure to end up having more than a few buns in the oven when it was all said and done. The barefisted warrior woman stuck somewhere between conscious and comatose as she experienced her latest but certainly not last in the least orgasm….

When it was all said and done, Maryl was pretty much a sexy little domesticated puppy whenever she was around her new Daddy and of course Marron was always happy to have a new big sister/auntie figure around. Especially once 18 introduced the brawler to her new home...an apartment building just around the block from where the family lived that just so happened to be owned by Capsule Corp CEO Bulma Briefs. And many of her neighbours and her roommates all happened to be women as well who wouldn't you know it, also happened to be close, intimate and casual sexual acquaintances of her short king. Suffice to say, she found herself in some very good company.....

Satan City residents you'd think would be used to strange sights like their local hero and champion's friend Mr.Buu but life always had a surprise for them. Case in point Marly in what seemed to be a turtle school gi, albeit modelled after her own style of fashion (backside baring and clearly hinting she was commando) along with a small crowd of girls in similar wear. All parading signs and handing out flyers to a lot of female onlookers and passers by which advertised and offered lessons at their dojo and to highly recommend personal training with their sensei. She and her fellow recruits each motivated by 18's promise of course that if they netted some some real potential lookers, Grandmaster Daddy short king would give them a very special reward...the kind that involved a lot of bareback, bed shaking, world rocking, spine tingling, mind numbing ecstasy.....

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A Little Chemistry

Somedays if Maxi could turn back time to the day she met Chloe Sinclaire, she had to wonder if she'd change her mind or still accept that job offer. On the one hand she had generous funding and a vast wealth of access to numerous resources which made for great strides in her work but on the other? Well Chloe did warn her that it was all about keeping such projects from falling into the wrong hands....and hers were those very same wrong hands. But of course Chloe wasn't some total megalomaniacal Bond villain with plans of absolute global conquest...she was just one very kinky skunk whose libido could make a succubus blush.

What else could you say about a woman who used an ultra sonic cannon as a glorified vibrator? Or the numerous other incidents and moments wherein the bimbo-eseque gal used R&D as her own personal playpen, helping herself to trying out all manner of whatever Maxi and the other eggheads had cooked up, one too many to even sum up in a small enough list?!! Yet all the same, it couldn't be denied that she always went out her way to take care of and look out for those under her employ given how she gave Maxi her own entire lab and facility to work in with a seemingly limitless budget.....aaaaaand the occasional little spicy treat as the feline brainiac blushed and shuddered recalling that little monastery trip. So at some point Maxi had to wonder if she'd figured out and gotten used to Chloe's whims to a point where nothing ever really surprised her anymore......

But of course she should've known she was tempting fate because leave it to that nympho skunk to get her roped into getting intimately acquainted with that rando VIP who'd been staying around as Chloe's guest of honor. Oooh Maxi was all too aware just how busy and frisky Mr.Sanchez had been getting with some of her work colleagues, given her boss lady had so "generously" shared videos and photos of his fun times with herself, Friday and Persephone, every single little juicy detail and angle clear and present. And her hints if you can call them that which had been coming one after another like the texts, e-mails and random photos left around showing off the guy's package!! (Seriously, how did a guy so compact pack something that would make a bull or a stallion feel like eunuchs?!!) Try as she might to deny Chloe's whims of course, she resisted the admittedly growing temptation....but knew it was only a matter of time before Ms.Sinclaire got her way, sooner rather later......

She should've known better, really, that one way or another, Chloe would see to it that she'd be getting, as she so eloquently put it, "A little chestnut lovin'" but the question wasn't a matter of if but rather when and how and most certainly sooner rather than later. Soon certainly was the case when Maxi had found herself being called into Chloe's personal relaxation spa to want to talk business with her but that should've been the first red flag if only because it was a natural whim of her employer to hold even the most confidential discussions in the most unlikely places. Which was why when she entered, you can imagine her shock and awe to have walked right in on Krillin right as he was sitting on the edge of the luxury whirlpool hot tub getting a handjob from Friday while the zebra was making out with him, both of them naked as the day they were born. Which meant Maxi got herself a nice eyeful view of that length and girth in all its rigid, erect and down to fuck glory, such was the case that her libido pretty much hijacked control of her brain, kicking aside logic, rationale and reason to the curb and making her want, no NEED that cock, asap!!

Small wonder Maxi had cast aside any doubts or hesitation she had prior to her current situation of now being in the embrace of the short king as he had his hands on her perky, furry ass. Her tail swaying sensually while her well toned hips bucked and rode on that piston pumping cock, which was quite tight but of course she wasn't a virgin by any means mind you. It's just that she'd never taken a guy as big as him, it defied all logic that someone his size would be so well endowed by screw logic all the same!! She was feeling damn good and she wanted it to stay that way, so lost in the intoxication of primal lust that she'd forgotten Friday was there, watching on with sensual bemusement at seeing their cute kitten of an R&D head having given into temptation.....

That was until after a few rounds of orgasms and a position shift or two, Maxi was reminded of the zebra's presence soon as Friday ambushed her with a sudden, but certainly not unwelcome, kiss on the lips while she was the midst of riding Krillin reverse cowgirl style. The compact ex-monk's hands firmly massaging her perky ass while the striped mare Frenched her and groped her equally fine, sexy little tits as their tongues danced together in a little game of spitswap and tonsil hockey. Goes to show that small wonder Chloe seemed to have likeminded sorts about her when it came to casual sexual intimacy among co-workers not that Maxi was complaining but of course how could she when she was getting a nice, deep hard fucking? The pretty kitty unable to resist the momentum of lust and passion which had swept her up like a chemical reaction as part of her was so glad that for someone who'd been a monk once, Krillin had never taken any vows of celibacy or chastity....

While Maxi was getting herself a little Chesnut loving and some oreo tlc from Krillin and Friday of course, naturally her currently horny on main brain was too aroused to remember that Chloe was able to see all this happening thanks to the security cameras. Which of course were transmitting each and every spicy, juicy minute and second of Krillin's latest VIP employee relations with the pretty kitty R&D head in ideal HD on the skunk babe's desktop screen and oooh yes, you can bet she was enjoying every bit of it. To say nothing of the further wicked ideas cooking in the gears turning in her head like the little arrangments she was looking to make with 18 after the family's stay on her island had passed. Oooh it'd been quite a while since Chloe to to play being someone's Sugar Mama.....

To say nothing of the fun to be had getting herself a slice of the action in Zigzag's studio, especially given she herself owned some stock in it. She could just feel her spine tingling with anticipation at being featured in a Don Juan Sanchez flick, especially if it was one of the ones he wrote and directed, World's Mightiest was such a delight (A pity people just didn't get the how and why on Kochin being a metaphor). Which did remind her, she needed to run a check on her dvd and bluray library and see which ones were missing or needed to be added, Double Z Don Juan Sanchez features really sold like hotcakes. You'd be amazed how much auction sites sold for hard to come by copies of the Auntie Vixen comeback collection....

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More than a Puzzle | Mycroft Holmes

Chapter 10

Mycroft Holmes x OC

Words: 2.736

Dive into the world of Mina, Mycroft, and all the twists and turns of their journey.

Explore their lives, challenges, and the deep connection that grows between them.

Summary - Chapter-index

Mina sat at her desk, the weight of her task settling heavily on her shoulders. The morning had started like any other—her routine efficient, her mind sharp, her role well-practiced. She had spent months earning Mycroft’s trust, proving herself to be not only competent but indispensable.

And now, she was the one filtering through classified intelligence, determining which files required his immediate attention and which could be handled by others. It was a responsibility he did not give lightly. And yet, he had given it to her.

It should have been just another day. But then, she saw it.

A single file.

At first glance, it looked no different from the countless others she had sorted through before. A standard document marked restricted, its contents hidden behind a veil of bureaucratic language and official insignias. But as her eyes scanned the text, a cold weight settled in her stomach.

This was it.

The file she had been sent to find.

Her pulse quickened as she flipped through the pages, absorbing the contents with a trained efficiency. Dates. Names. Operations buried deep within government records, hidden from even the most high-ranking officials. And most importantly—the confirmation of her agency’s existence.

A shiver ran down her spine.

This was why she was here. This was the information she had spent months subtly searching for, the final piece of evidence her organization needed to secure their secrecy. If this document reached the wrong hands, it could unravel everything.

For a moment, she hesitated.

She had known this moment would come. She had trained for it, prepared herself for the weight of it. And yet…

Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the file.

This wasn’t just intelligence anymore. This wasn’t just a mission.

This was Mycroft’s work.

His trust.

His world.

Mina swallowed hard, her throat dry. There was no room for hesitation in her line of work. She had a job to do. A mission to complete. And yet, as she sat there, file in hand, she couldn’t shake the heavy realization that had been creeping up on her for weeks.

Everything had changed.

She had changed.

And the thought of betraying Mycroft Holmes now felt like betraying herself.

A shadow moved in the reflection of the glass cabinet beside her, and she instinctively straightened, schooling her features into practiced neutrality.

“My dear Mina, hard at work as always.”

His voice was smooth, measured, carrying its usual air of control, but Mina knew him well enough now to catch the slight edge of warmth underneath.

She turned to see Mycroft standing in the doorway, his sharp eyes watching her as he stepped into the room. He had been distant before, but ever since that night—since their moment—he had been… different.

Not entirely open, not entirely changed, but something in the way he looked at her now, in the way he sought her out, made it clear that he could no longer deny what had grown between them.

And yet, here she was, holding the one thing that could destroy it all.

Mina forced a small smile, closing the file with an easy grace. “Just another ordinary day of drowning in classified secrets,” she said lightly, slipping the document into the stack beside her. “Anything I should be aware of?”

Mycroft studied her for a moment before stepping closer. “If there were, I trust you would already have determined it.”

The words sent another wave of unease through her.

He trusted her. Completely.

And that made her next move all the more unbearable.

She nodded, forcing herself to breathe steadily. “Of course,” she murmured, her fingers still resting against the closed file.

She had a decision to make.

The moment Mycroft’s footsteps faded down the hall, Mina knew she didn’t have much time.

She sat perfectly still for a second, listening—waiting—ensuring that no one would unexpectedly walk in. Then, with a deep breath, she reached for the file.

Her fingers hesitated as they brushed against the thick folder, its weight far heavier than mere paper and ink. She had spent months weaving herself into Mycroft’s world, proving her worth, earning his trust. And now, in a matter of seconds, she was about to undo all of it.

Her mission. Her duty.

This was what she had been sent to do. If she took this file, the danger to her agency would be neutralized. The mission would be complete.

And yet…

A sharp pang shot through her chest as she thought of him.

Mycroft Holmes, the man who had first been nothing more than a target, an obstacle to be deceived. The man who had challenged her, intrigued her, who had, against all odds, made her feel.

Would he ever forgive her?

Could she ever forgive herself?

Get it done, Mina.

She steeled herself, gripping the file tighter before slipping it beneath her coat. The crisp edges of the paper pressed against her ribs, a physical reminder of the choice she had made.

She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a moment.

This was the right thing to do. If her agency was safe, if this file was gone, maybe—just maybe—she could stay. Maybe the mission ending wouldn’t have to mean losing him.

But a bitter thought crept in.

If Mycroft ever found out…

She shoved the thought aside. She couldn't afford hesitation now.

With a practiced calm, she straightened the remaining files on her desk, smoothing out any trace of disturbance. Then she rose, smoothing down her coat as she moved toward the exit.

She needed to get rid of this file. And she needed to do it fast.

The file was gone.

Mina stood there for a moment, staring at the empty space where it had been. The classified information that had put her agency in danger, the mission that had consumed her for months—it was over. She had done what she was sent to do.

And yet, she felt no victory.

Instead, an unfamiliar weight settled in her chest.

She had expected relief, and to some extent, she felt it. The looming threat was gone, the dangerous game she had played with Mycroft had reached its conclusion. She was free.

So why did it feel like she had lost something instead?

Mina exhaled slowly, running a hand through her neatly pinned-up hair.

She had betrayed his trust.

Not in the way she once thought she would—there was no intention to ruin him, no satisfaction in deceiving him. But she had still taken something from him. And despite all her justifications, despite knowing it had to be done, guilt clung to her like a shadow.

Would Mycroft ever notice? Would he ever suspect?

She had spent months learning how to anticipate his moves, to understand how his mind worked. He trusted her judgment, believed in her abilities. But if there was one thing she had learned, it was that Mycroft Holmes saw everything—eventually.

Could she keep this secret from him forever?

Mina straightened her coat, pushing away the gnawing thoughts. There was no turning back now.

All she could do was move forward and hope that when the truth eventually came to light, it wouldn’t destroy the one thing she hadn’t expected to find in this mission—him.

Mina barely had time to compose herself before stepping back into Mycroft’s office. She had disposed of the file, but the weight of her actions still lingered in the back of her mind.

Yet the moment she entered, something shifted.

He was already seated in his chair, eyes lifting from his work the second she crossed the threshold. And for the second time that day, she saw it—warmth.

His gaze softened ever so slightly, a contrast to the cold calculation he often carried. It was subtle, but she noticed. She always noticed.

Mina forced herself to walk calmly to her desk, settling into her chair as if nothing had changed, as if she hadn’t just done something she could never take back.

She had barely reached for her pen when she felt it.

A presence.

Mycroft had risen from his seat, moving with the kind of silent grace that made him all the more dangerous. Before she could turn, she felt the heat of him behind her. The faint brush of fabric. The ghost of his breath on her neck.

Her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.

“Mycroft,” she murmured, forcing her voice to remain steady.

“Yes, my dear?” His tone was smooth, calm, but there was something else beneath it—something teasing, something intimate.

She swallowed hard, feeling a shiver ghost down her spine as his fingers lightly traced the curve of her chair.

“You seem tense,” he observed.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Of course, she was tense. She had just committed an act of betrayal, and now he was standing so close, his very presence unraveling her composure.

“I wonder…” he continued, lowering his voice just enough to make her pulse quicken. “What is it that’s distracting you today, Mina?”

You, she thought bitterly. And the fact that I just erased something from your world.

But she couldn’t say that.

Instead, she forced herself to smile, tilting her head slightly toward him, though not quite meeting his gaze. “Just work,” she replied, her voice smooth, measured. “As always.”

A pause.

Then, she felt the lightest brush of his fingers at the back of her chair before he leaned in slightly, his breath warming the shell of her ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I do so hate to be ignored.”

Mina clenched her jaw, steadying her breathing. He was teasing her, drawing her into this intoxicating game of control and restraint, of tension laced with something far more dangerous than politics and power.

And she?

She was letting him.

Because despite everything—despite the guilt, despite the lies—she wanted this.

She wanted him.

Mina forced herself to remain still, even as every nerve in her body seemed to respond to his presence behind her. Mycroft Holmes was a man who rarely allowed himself indulgences, but when he did, it was always deliberate, calculated. A slow unraveling, precise and unavoidable—like a trap being set without a single wasted movement.

And she had willingly stepped into it.

He lingered for just a moment longer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him at her back. Then, with maddening ease, he straightened and moved back to his own desk, as if nothing had happened at all.

Her fingers tightened around her pen as she exhaled slowly, steadying herself before glancing his way.

Mycroft had already resumed his work, posture impeccable, expression composed. But there was something in the slight curve of his lips, in the way his fingers tapped idly against the polished wood of his desk, that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Infuriating man.

Mina turned her attention back to her own work, but focus eluded her. The stolen file, the weight of her deception, and now this—the undeniable pull between them—it was too much to balance all at once.

Minutes passed in near silence, broken only by the occasional turn of a page or the scratch of a pen against paper.

Then, without looking up from his documents, Mycroft spoke.

“Join me for dinner this evening.”

Not a question. A statement.

Mina glanced up, raising a brow. “Is that an order, Mr. Holmes?”

He finally looked at her, his gaze steady, unreadable. “A request.”

That was rare. Mycroft Holmes did not ask for things. He demanded them. Ensured them. Controlled them.

And yet, here he was, offering her the illusion of choice.

Mina hesitated. She knew she should be careful. She had already blurred too many lines, allowed herself to step too far into dangerous territory.

But she also knew, with an aching certainty, that she didn’t want to say no.

She sighed, setting down her pen. “Fine. But if this is some ploy to make me work through dinner—”

His lips twitched, the faintest hint of amusement breaking through his mask of control. “I assure you, Mina, my intentions are entirely personal.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

She shouldn’t want this.

And yet, she did.

Mina leaned back in her chair, studying him for a moment before finally nodding. “Alright. Dinner it is.”

His gaze held hers for just a second longer than necessary before he inclined his head in satisfaction and returned to his work.

Mina, however, knew better than to think she had won anything in this exchange.

The day had been slow, the minutes dragging on as Mina attempted to focus on her work. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting—to the weight of her deception, to the way Mycroft had teased her earlier, to the dinner they were supposed to have later that evening.

And then, her phone rang.

It was such an unexpected sound in the quiet office that she startled slightly.

Her phone never rang during work hours.

From across the room, Mycroft’s sharp gaze lifted instantly, settling on her with keen interest.

Mina barely glanced at him as she picked up her phone, her eyes locking onto the number displayed on the screen. A jolt of recognition shot through her.

Her brother.

Of all times, why now?

Without hesitation, she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet. “Excuse me,” she murmured smoothly, already making her way to the door.

She could feel Mycroft’s gaze burning into her back as she stepped out, but she didn’t dare turn around.

The moment she was out of his office and safely in the hallway, she pressed the phone to her ear.

“Daniel,” she said in a low voice, keeping her tone steady. “What’s wrong?”

A short pause. Then, a sigh. “You always assume something’s wrong.”

Mina closed her eyes briefly. Because it usually is.

She leaned against the wall, lowering her voice. “You wouldn’t be calling me during work unless it was important. Talk.”

Daniel hesitated, and that hesitation alone told her enough.

“I just…” he exhaled. “Are you alright?”

Her brows furrowed. “Of course I am.”

“You haven’t checked in. And I know you, Mina. When you go silent, it usually means something’s off.”

Mina clenched her jaw. Damn it, Daniel. He knew her too well.

“I’ve been busy,” she said vaguely, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “But I’m fine.”

Another pause. Then, in a quieter voice, he asked, “You got the file, didn’t you?”

Her grip on the phone tightened.

Yes. She had the file. And she had gotten rid of it.

Her mission was supposed to be over.

So why did it feel like it wasn’t?

Mina sighed. “It’s done.”

A beat of silence. Then—“So what’s keeping you there?”

She froze.

Because the answer was painfully, undeniably clear.

Mycroft Holmes.

She wasn’t supposed to care. She wasn’t supposed to feel this torn. The mission was supposed to be simple—get close, retrieve the file, and leave.

But she had blurred the lines.

And now, for the first time, she wasn’t sure where her loyalties truly lay.

Mina exhaled slowly, forcing control back into her voice. “I’ll handle it, Daniel. You don’t need to worry.”

Another pause. Then, reluctantly, “Alright. Just… be careful, Mina.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Always.”

The call ended.

Mina stood there for a moment, gripping her phone tightly.

She had just reassured her brother, but the truth was—she wasn’t sure how much longer she could lie to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened, smoothed down her clothes, and composed herself before stepping back into the office.

Mycroft was still seated, but his gaze lifted to hers the second she entered.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

She could see the question in his eyes, the sharp glint of curiosity, of suspicion.

But Mina just smiled, returning to her seat as if nothing had happened.

Let him wonder. Let him guess.

Because the truth?

The truth was something she wasn’t even ready to admit to herself.

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A new lawsuit filed by more than 100 federal workers today in the US Southern District Court of New York alleges that the Trump administration’s decision to give Elon Musk’s so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) access to their sensitive personal data is illegal. The plaintiffs are asking the court for an injunction to cut off DOGE’s access to information from the Office of Personnel Management (OPM), which functions as the HR department of the United States and houses data on federal workers such as their Social Security numbers, phone numbers, and personnel files. WIRED previously reported that Musk and people with connections to him had taken over OPM.

“OPM defendants gave DOGE defendants and DOGE’s agents—many of whom are under the age of 25 and are or were until recently employees of Musk’s private companies—‘administrative’ access to OPM computer systems, without undergoing any normal, rigorous national-security vetting,” the complaint alleges. The plaintiffs accuse DOGE of violating the Privacy Act, a 1974 law that determines how the government can collect, use, and store personal information.

Elon Musk, the DOGE organization, the Office of Personnel Management, and the OPM’s acting director Charles Ezell are named as defendants in the case. The plaintiffs include over a hundred individual federal workers from across the US government as well as groups that represent them, including AFL-CIO, a coalition of labor unions, the American Federation of Government Employees, and the Association of Administrative Law Judges. The AFGE represents over 800,000 federal workers ranging from Social Security Administration employees to border patrol agents.

The plaintiffs are represented by prominent tech industry lawyers, including counsel from the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a digital rights group, as well as Mark Lemley, an intellectual property and tech lawyer who recently dropped Meta as a client in its contentious AI copyright lawsuit because he objected to what he alleges is the company’s embrace of “neo-Nazi madness.”

“DOGE's unlawful access to employee records turns out to be the means by which they are trying to accomplish a number of other illegal ends. It is how they got a list of all government employees to make their illegal buyout offer, for instance. It gives them access to information about transgender employees so they can illegally discriminate against those employees. And it lays the groundwork for the illegal firings we have seen across multiple departments,” Lemley told WIRED.

EFF lawyer Victoria Noble says there are heightened concerns about DOGE’s data access because of the political nature of Musk’s project. For example, Noble says, there’s a risk that Musk and his acolytes may use OPM data to target ideological opponents or “people they see as disloyal.”

“There's significant risk that this information could be used to identify employees to essentially terminate based on improper considerations,” Noble told WIRED. “There's medical information, there's disability information, there's information about people's involvement with unions.”

The Office of Personnel Management and the White House did not immediately respond to requests for comment.

The team behind the lawsuit plans to push even further. “This is just phase one, focused on getting an injunction to stop the continuing violation of the law,” says Lemley. The next phase will include filing a class-action lawsuit on behalf of impacted federal workers.

“Any current or former federal employee who spends or loses even a small amount of money responding to the data breach, for example, by purchasing credit monitoring services, is entitled to a minimum of $1000 in statutory damages,” Lemley says. The complaint specifies that the plaintiffs have already paid for credit monitoring and web monitoring services to protect themselves against DOGE potentially mishandling their data.

The lawsuit is part of a flurry of complaints filed in recent days opposing various executive orders signed by Trump as well as activities conducted by DOGE, which has dispatched a cadre of Musk loyalists to radically overhaul and sometimes effectively dismantle various government agencies.

An earlier lawsuit filed against the Office of Personnel Management on January 27 alleges that DOGE was operating an illegal server at OPM. On Monday, the Electronic Privacy Information Center, a privacy-focused nonprofit, brought its own lawsuit against OPM, the US Department of the Treasury, and DOGE, alleging “the largest and most consequential data breach in US history.” Filed in a US District Court in Virginia, it also called for an injunction to halt DOGE’s access to sensitive data.

The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) has similarly characterized DOGE’s data access as potentially illegal in a letter to members of Congress sent last week.

The courts have already taken some limited actions to curb DOGE’s campaign. On Saturday, a federal judge blocked Musk’s lieutenants from accessing Treasury Department records that contained sensitive personal data such as Social Security and bank account numbers. The Trump Administration is already aggressively pushing back, calling the order “unprecedented judicial interference.” Today, President Trump reportedly prepared to sign an executive order directing federal agencies to work with DOGE.

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Marc Elias' Democracy Docket Newsletter

Friday, January 24

ON THE DOCKET THIS WEEK

A slew of Trump executive orders were met with multiple lawsuitsDeSantis appoints Florida attorney general to vacant Senate seat, calls for special electionsState Supreme Court rejects Jefferson Griffin's attempt to dismiss 60,000 ballots

TRUMP ADMINISTRATION

A slew of Trump executive orders were met with multiple lawsuits

Trump kicked off his presidency with the exact kind of brutal ruthlessness we expected: dozens of executive orders (EO) to roll back Biden administration policies, civil rights protections and directives to remake the federal workforce in his image. These EOs were met with a slew of lawsuits challenging their constitutionality, setting up for some major legal battles.

Among the most significant EOs is one that ends birthright citizenship for future children born in this country to some noncitizen parents. The order, which takes effect Feb. 19, strips hundreds of thousands of children of the right to automatic U.S. citizenship, specifically targeting those whose parents aren’t citizens or are temporary but lawful residents at the time of their birth.

Naturally, Democrats and pro-voting groups filed lawsuits to block the order. On Tuesday, Democratic officials in 22 states, along with Washington, D.C. and San Francisco, filed two lawsuits asking federal courts to declare the order unconstitutional and prevent the administration from enforcing it. Another one was brought in Maryland by two immigrant rights organizations. In total, there have been six lawsuits over Trump’s birthright citizenship EO. On Thursday, a Republican-appointed federal judge granted a request from Democratic attorneys general in Arizona, Illinois, Oregon and Washington to temporarily halt the EO.

Trump also signed an order known as “Schedule F,” which reclassifies the employment status of tens of thousands of civil service employees, essentially putting them in a less-protected employment class that makes it easier to dismiss them for political disloyalty. Shortly after Trump signed the EO, the National Treasury Employees Union (NTEU) — a government union that represents workers from 37 federal agencies — filed a lawsuit to reverse the order, claiming that it is “contrary to congressional intent.”

And finally, there’s the Department of Government Efficiency, better known as DOGE. The Elon Musk-led faux agency tasked with slashing federal programs, regulations and workforce — was sued three times.Two of the lawsuits were filed by the progressive consumer rights advocacy group Public Citizen and the pro-democracy organization Democracy Forward. A third lawsuit was filed by public-interest firm National Security Counselors. Read more about the legal challenges to Trump’s executive orders here.

FLORIDA

DeSantis appoints Florida attorney general to vacant Senate seat, calls for special elections

There’s a lot happening in The Sunshine State in the coming months, as Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis (R) appointed a replacement for the U.S. Senate seat vacated by recently confirmed Sec. of State Marco Rubio (R) and set the date for a special election for two vacant seats in the legislature.

Florida Attorney General Ashley Moody (R), DeSantis’ appointee to fill Rubio’s senate seat, has a history of election denialism and voter disenfranchisement. Moody was elected as Florida’s attorney general in 2018, and about two years later, signed on to a brief filed in the U.S. Supreme Court in support of a Texas case seeking to overturn the 2020 election. The petition, which alleged there was widespread fraud in mail-in voting, was rejected by the nation’s highest court. This was the first of numerous times she threatened voting rights and democracy for Floridians and voters across the country.

Moody will serve in the Republican-controlled Senate until the 2026 midterm election when the seat will be back on the ballot.

Meanwhile, DeSantis finally scheduled the dates for a special election to fill the seats held by state Rep. Joel Rudman (R) and state Sen. Randy Fine (R), who both announced their resignations in November to run for Congress. The election dates come after the ACLU — on behalf of two Florida voters — filed a lawsuit against DeSantis, arguing that he violated his mandatory duty under the Florida Constitution and state law to call special elections when legislative vacancies arise. Both special elections are scheduled for June 10, with the primaries taking place April 1. Read more about Ashley Moody here and read more about the Florida special elections here.

NORTH CAROLINA SUPREME COURT ELECTION

State Supreme Court rejects Jefferson Griffin's attempt to dismiss 60,000 ballots

In an unexpected move Wednesday night, the North Carolina Supreme Court dismissed GOP candidate Jefferson Griffin’s petition challenging over 60,000 ballots cast in his November 2024 race for a seat on the bench, which he lost to incumbent Democratic Justice Allison Riggs by over 700 votes.

It’s a win for voters but the ruling does not mark the end of Griffin’s ongoing legal dispute over his recent election loss.

Wednesday’s order specified that the Wake County Superior Court must hear Griffin’s protests concerning three separate categories of ballots — all of which were previously rejected by the state board of elections — before the state’s highest court ultimately weighs in. The three buckets of ballots challenged by Griffin include those cast by overseas voters who did not submit a copy of their photo IDs, voters who never previously resided in North Carolina and individuals whose voter registrations were allegedly incomplete.

The state Supreme Court also noted that its previous Jan. 7 order halting certification of the contested election will remain in place until the matter is fully resolved, leaving the final outcome of the race hanging in the balance. Democratic Justice Anita Earls dissented from her colleagues’ decision to leave the stay of certification in place, noting that it “prevents the Wake County Superior Court from deciding for itself whether Griffin is likely to succeed on the merits and whether a stay is justified.”

Riggs responded to the court’s latest action in a statement saying that “while I agree with the North Carolina Supreme Court’s decision yesterday to dismiss Judge Griffin’s inappropriate request for a writ of prohibition, I am disappointed that the door has been opened to dragging this out for so long.” Read more about the North Carolina Supreme Court’s order here.

OPINION

The Resistance We Need From Senate Democrats Under

Trump 2.0

During his first term, President Donald Trump appointed 234 lifetime judges to the federal bench — many of whom received broad support from Senate Democrats in their confirmations and have already done untold harm to our civil rights and rule of law that will last for generations, at the very least.

“We can’t have a repeat during Trump’s second administration; we need to block every judge possible because we already know how unqualified they will be and how harmful they will be to our rights,” writes Keith Thirion, interim co-president and vice president of strategy at Alliance for Justice. Read more here.

NEW EPISODE

The Lawyers Fighting Trump's Executive Orders

Skye Perryman, president and CEO of Democracy Forward, joins Marc to discuss the legal efforts to fight against Trump's illegal and unconstitutional executive orders. You can watch on YouTube here.

What We’re Doing

This week the Sundance Film Festival kicks off in Park City, Utah. While the films that debuted at the storied independent film festival used to be exclusive to those who could make the pilgrimage in person, the festival started making most of their slate available digitally in the pandemic era — something that Senior Staff Writer, and noted film buff, Matt Cohen looks forward to every year. Some of the films he’s most excited to watch next week include a documentary about Selena Quintanilla, a post-apocalyptic zombie film and a documentary about the legendary TV show To Catch a Predator.

This is a weekly newsletter that provides the highlights of the week, along with our analysis and recommendations for how you can get involved. For questions about your subscription or general support, visit our FAQ page here.

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