#Universal-Terminal-Blocks

[lesbianralzarek]

slightly parallel universe where tumblr allows alphabets from other languages to be used in peoples urls, so 2012 bloggers used katakana phonetically to shorten their ridiculously long fandom urls that contained every single ship theyve ever loved so that the whole goddamn thing could actually fit onscreen. a few users started using khmer and sinhala and other alphabets that are hard for monolingual english speakers to parse solely so it would be difficult for most tumblr users to @ them and/or track them down to block. this lead to discourse blogs demanding that people post selfies to "prove" that they arent using arabic for "nefarious purposes" and saying blatantly racist shit like "i block people using sanskrit on sight" or "can you claim ancestral reasons for using ge'ez?". someone gets called out for race-faking because they use chinese but their icon is a white woman, who turns out to just be a fictional character that they like, and they actually are chinese. several prominent and terminally online leftist blogs make bizarre claims about how using alphabets they dont know is basically the exact same thing as paywalls on academic articles because its "hiding information from people who cant afford college". it all culminates in staff making a meme that reeks of "how do you do fellow kids" vibes about how only cyberbullies use bangla, which is widely condemned by literally everyone as being racist as hell, and any further alphabet discourse from then on is shot down hard by merely posting tumblrstaffbangla.jpeg

[colorousme]

Latest arbitrary reason to block someone: RP blog RP'd way too out of character as a character I know a lot about and he wOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT

[piratesexmachine420]

Thoughts on Linux (the OS)

Misconception!

I don't want to be obnoxiously pedantic, but Linux is not an OS. It is a kernel, which is just part of an OS. (Like how Windows contains a lot more than just KERNEL32.DLL). A very, very important piece, which directly shapes the ways that all the other programs will talk to each other. Think of it like a LEGO baseplate.

Everything else is built on top of the kernel. But, a baseplate does not a city make. We need buildings! A full operating system is a combination of a kernel and kernel-level (get to talk to hardware directly) utilities for talking to hardware (drivers), and userspace (get to talk to hardware ONLY through the kernel) utilities ranging in abstraction level from stuff like window management and sound servers and system bootstrapping to app launchers and file explorers and office suites. Every "Linux OS" is a combination of that LEGO baseplate with some permutation of low and high-level userspace utilities.

Now, a lot of Linux-based OSes do end up feeling (and being) very similar to each other. Sometimes because they're directly copying each other's homework (AKA forking, it's okay in the open source world as long as you follow the terms of the licenses!) but more generally it's because there just aren't very many options for a lot of those utilities.

Want your OS to be more than just a text prompt? Your pick is between X.org (old and busted but...well, not reliable, but a very well-known devil) and Wayland (new hotness, trying its damn hardest to subsume X and not completely succeeding). Want a graphics toolkit? GTK or Qt. Want to be able to start the OS? systemd or runit. (Or maybe SysVinit if you're a real caveman true believer.) Want sound? ALSA is a given, but on top of that your options are PulseAudio, PipeWire, and JACK. Want an office suite? Libreoffice is really the only name in the game at present. Want terminal utilities? Well, they're all gonna have to conform to the POSIX spec in some capacity. GNU coreutils, busybox, toybox, all more or less the same programs from a user perspective.

Only a few ever get away from the homogeneity, like Android. But I know that you're not asking about Android. When people say "Linux OS" they're talking about the homogeneity. The OSes that use terminals. The ones that range in looks from MacOS knockoff to Windows knockoff to 'impractical spaceship console'. What do I think about them?

I like them! I have my strongly-felt political and personal opinions about which building blocks are better than others (generally I fall into the 'functionality over ideology' camp; Nvidia proprietary over Nouveau, X11 over Wayland, Systemd over runit, etc.) but I like the experience most Linux OSes will give me.

I like my system to be a little bit of a hobby, so when I finally ditched Windows for the last time I picked Arch Linux. Wouldn't recommend it to anyone who doesn't want to treat their OS as a hobby, though. There are better and easier options for 'normal users'.

I like the terminal very much. I understand it's intimidating for new users, but it really is an incredible tool for doing stuff once you're in the mindset. GUIs are great when you're inexperienced, but sometimes you just wanna tell the computer what you want with your words, right? So many Linux programs will let you talk to them in the terminal, or are terminal-only. It's very flexible.

I also really, really love the near-universal concept of a 'package manager' -- a program which automatically installs other programs for you. Coming from Windows it can feel kinda restrictive that you have to go through this singular port of entry to install anything, instead of just looking up the program and running an .msi file, but I promise that if you get used to it it's very hard to go back. Want to install discord? yay -S discord. Want to install firefox? yay -S firefox. Minecraft? yay -S minecraft-launcher. etc. etc. No more fucking around in the Add/Remove Programs menu, it's all in one place! Only very rarely will you want to install something that isn't in the package manager's repositories, and when you do you're probably already doing something that requires technical know-how.

Not a big fan of the filesystem structure. It's got a lot of history. 1970s mainframe computer operation procedure history. Not relevant to desktop users, or even modern mainframe users. The folks over at freedesktop.org have tried their best to get at least the user's home directory cleaned up but...well, there's a lot of historical inertia at play. It's not a popular movement right now but I've been very interested in watching some people try to crack that nut.

Aaaaaand I think those are all the opinions I can share without losing everyone in the weeds. Hope it was worth reading!

[eriace]

this isn't in the script ; tsukishima kei

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which y/n ropes tsukishima kei into fake-dating her to get her persistent admirer off her back. what was supposed to be a no-feelings, zero-fluff arrangement turns into public hand-holding, secret smiles, and one very awkward (but honest) accidental confession. ↷ tsukishima kei ; haikyuu

↳ an order of cappuccino + hot chocolate from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

IT ALL STARTED with a favor.

Not a heartfelt one, not a desperate one either. Just… an eye-roll-worthy, absolutely inconvenient kind of favor that Tsukishima Kei would never agree to unless he was: a. bribed, b. blackmailed, or c. terminally bored.

Unfortunately, Y/n had found him on a day where he was both bored and eating strawberry Pocky, which she may or may not have bought on purpose.

"Just pretend to be my boyfriend for, like, two weeks."

"No."

"Kei."

"Still no."

"...I’ll tell Yamaguchi about that time you cried during that one Ghibli movie."

"...Two weeks."

And that’s how it began.

Tsukishima Kei was a lot of things: tall, snarky, chronically unimpressed. But even he had to admit—fake-dating Y/n was a little too easy.

They had a good routine. Casual shoulder bumps. Walking side-by-side after school. The occasional, begrudging compliment murmured too low for anyone but her to hear.

And sure, sometimes he’d catch himself watching the way she laughed, or how her nose scrunched up when she got annoyed, or how her pinky would always twitch like it wanted to hold his hand but wasn’t sure if it was allowed.

Whatever. He was an observational guy. Not his fault.

“It’s working,” Y/n whispered one day, eyes wide as she leaned close to him behind the vending machine.

Kei barely looked up from his drink, "Obviously."

"He said I’m off-limits now. Said my 'terrifying' boyfriend might kill him with sarcasm."

"...Accurate."

"You’re so good at this, Tsukki."

Something in his chest flipped a little.

He ignored it.

Everything was going fine until she said it.

They were sitting under the gym staircase, taking a break between study sessions, when Y/n—head resting lazily against his shoulder—murmured without thinking:

"You know… sometimes it doesn’t even feel fake."

Kei choked on his water, "What."

"Huh?"

"You said—"

"I said what?"

"You—nothing."

He turned away so she wouldn’t see the way his ears turned red.

But after that, things felt different.

He caught himself thinking about her when she wasn’t around. Replaying the sound of her laugh. Wondering what it would be like if it wasn’t fake.

If he could hold her hand without needing an excuse. If he could kiss her forehead and mean it.

He hated it. It made him feel out of control. Like he was in a match with no blocking allowed.

And then came the worst part.

Y/n had been joking with Yamaguchi, of all people. Teasing him about how good Tsukki was at acting like he didn’t care when he totally did. She was grinning, flailing, mimicking Tsukki’s unimpressed face, when she said it—loud enough for the universe to hear:

"Ugh, he’s such a grump, but I think I like him for real now, and that’s sooo embarrassing."

She froze.

Yamaguchi froze.

Someone behind her coughed.

Slowly, very slowly, she turned.

Kei stood behind her, eyes half-lidded, cheeks pink, expression unreadable.

"...Well," he said finally, adjusting his glasses, "that makes two of us."

Y/n blinked, "Wait. What?"

"What, you think I let just anyone fake date me for two weeks?"

"You did it for Pocky!"

"I did it because you looked at me like I mattered."

Oh.

Oh.

Cue Yamaguchi, who choked on his juice box in the background.

They were still under the gym staircase the next day when Kei offered her a stick of strawberry Pocky.

"So what now?" she asked.

"We could keep pretending," he said with a smirk.

"Pretending to date?"

"Pretending we don’t actually like each other."

Y/n laughed, grabbed the Pocky, and leaned against him again.

"Nah," she said. "I think I’m done pretending."

And Kei—sarcastic, aloof, too-tall-for-his-own-good Tsukishima Kei—smiled like maybe he was too.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Margery E. Beck at AP:

A new South Dakota policy to stop the use of gender pronouns by public university faculty and staff in official correspondence is also keeping Native American employees from listing their tribal affiliations in a state with a long and violent history of conflict with tribes.

Two University of South Dakota faculty members, Megan Red Shirt-Shaw and her husband, John Little, have long included their gender pronouns and tribal affiliations in their work email signature blocks. But both received written warnings from the university in March that doing so violated a policy adopted in December by the South Dakota Board of Regents. “I was told that I had 5 days to remove my tribal affiliation and pronouns,” Little said in an email to The Associated Press. “I believe the exact wording was that I had ‘5 days to correct the behavior.’ If my tribal affiliation and pronouns were not removed after the 5 days, then administrators would meet and make a decision whether I would be suspended (with or without pay) and/or immediately terminated.” The policy is billed by the board as a simple branding and communications policy. It came only months after Republican Gov. Kristi Noem sent a letter to the regents that railed against “liberal ideologies” on college campuses and called for the board to ban drag shows on campus and “remove all references to preferred pronouns in school materials,” among other things.

All nine voting members of the board were appointed by Noem, whose remarks in March accusing tribal leaders of benefitting from illegal drug cartels and not properly caring for children has prompted most South Dakota tribes to ban her from their land. South Dakota’s change comes in the midst of a conservative quest to limit diversity, equity and inclusion initiatives gaining momentum in state capitals and college governing boards around the country, with about one-third of the states taking some sort of action against it. Policies targeting gender pronoun use have focused mainly on K-12 students, although some small religious colleges have also restricted pronoun use. Houghton University in western New York fired two dorm directors last year after they refused to remove gender pronouns from their work email signatures.

South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem (R) and her appointed state Board of Regents enacted a extreme prejudicial policy that is anti-freedom of speech by barring employees from using pronouns and tribal affiliations in email signatures.

This is a naked act of hate and erasure against indigenous peoples and the LGBTQ+ community in The Mount Rushmore State.

[saywhat-politics]

The order prevents students from being arrested, detained or transported based on their legal status until their case is resolved.

May 22, 2025, 12:57 PM MST / Updated May 22, 2025, 6:37 PM MST

By Kimmy Yam and Chloe Atkins

A federal judge in California has blocked the Trump administration from terminating the legal statuses of international students at universities across the U.S.

In the injunction, District Judge Jeffrey S. White in Oakland also prohibited the administration from arresting or detaining any foreign-born students on the basis of their immigration status while a case challenging previous terminations moves through the courts.

[leth-writes]

yandere spiderverse

today I’m kinda going insane over the idea of a yandere spiderverse. Just the idea of your death being a canon event in pretty much every universe, the thing that makes or breaks each spider-person (spider-being?). Your death is what either motivates them to become a better hero, or the very thing that corrupts them completely. It’s the difference between being a hero and being a villain. So, you kinda serve as a Gwen figure for most of the spiders.

As a result, when they see Miles’ universe and you’re just… alive, all hell breaks loose.

Since Miles’ universe is a little to the left, especially with all the anomalies, you’re able to slip through that cosmic crack and avoid your death completely. I can honestly see you being a close friend of the Peter that died in Miles’ universe, so when the others all go to Aunt May’s to access his lab, there you are.

You’re giving everyone a tour of the lab, explaining to Miles all the different suits and their purposes and their histories, and they’re all just staring at you, this person they’ve all lost. Peter B.’s having a flashback to you falling, Penny’s thinking about holding you in her arms as you bleed out, Noir’s thinking about seeing you be shot, etc etc. Chaos ensues. They’re NOT letting you get involved, no matter how much you want to help them. You’ve spent the better half of a decade working with Blond! Peter, and you’re used to engaging with all the craziness that comes with the spiders. You’re so used to that particular brand of obsessive you probably don’t even notice how weird they’re all being.

I’m just imagining that it’s a universal constant among the spiders to be a little bit obsessive. I mean even in the films, Andrew Garfield’s Spider-man self-admittedly stalks Gwen all the time. It’s normal for them to keep track of the people they love, using any means necessary. I’m talking following you around, taking pictures of you, stealing your stuff, getting rid of any threats, saving you in case of danger, even trackers in your bag or clothing.

You don’t even blink, you’ve been through all this with Blond! Peter before. It’s honestly a bit comforting, like he’s still watching over you. You’ve had any idea of a normal relationship completely twisted.

That sense of normalcy is also what saves you from being completely kidnapped; if you run, you activate that predator sense they have and they’d give chase, it’s like a horror movie. They definitely let loose, showing their more spidery habits, including that insane flexibility and strength.

You hide behind a dumpster and Peter B. picks it up with one hand, stuff like that.

Anyways, so you don’t run. They still keep you confined to May’s place, who’s more than used to this and doesn’t really notice.

You’re trying to help with the planning and suddenly they’re all blocking your view from the terminal, looming over you, and they’re all like “It’s okay :) Go sit down :) Let Peter B. bring you a hot chocolate, maybe give you a back massage!”

They love that loose, easy sense of affection you have. It’s nice, many of them have been completely isolated since your death, too emotionally wrecked to feel comfortable reaching out or making new friends. Besides, no one could replace you.

You’re probably closest to Peter. He lost you almost a decade ago in his universe, so it’s like looking into the past. He has this almost paternal sense looking at you, he’s so protective he won’t let you out of his sight. He’s particularly disarming, so even if he’s not letting you leave, it comes off almost as a joke. Still, he can be intimidating when he’s pinning you down to the chair with webs and telling you not to worry, that he’ll take care of the Prowler once and for all, that he won’t let you get hurt ever again.

Gwen hadn’t known you very well when she’d lost you, she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to kidnap you; you died in the same incident that took Peter from her, and that caused the rift between her and her father. It practically ruins her life, losing everyone and everything she’s ever loved in one moment. It hurts even worse knowing she’ll never get to grow closer to you; she was trying not to weird you out with how intense her feelings were. It’s her greatest regret, not just kidnapping you when she got the chance. She makes sure to work with Peter, keeping you trapped in May’s house. She’s the most likely to physically restrain you, with or without her webs.

Noir is used to the grim realities of his world, but losing you sucked every last bit of variety and life out of him. He becomes disillusioned with the system, harsher and harsher and less likely to pull back when fighting. He loses all regard for himself or for others. Seeing you is the most intense burst of color he’s ever seen; he never realized what he was missing, not being able to see the shine of your skin, the gleam in your eyes, the way the sun catches your hair just right so you look like you’re glowing. He’s entranced by your beauty, and you’re most likely to find him just kinda staring at you. It’s honestly kinda creepy, but hey, all the spiders stare at you, so you find yourself putting it out of mind.

[bl00dyfaiiry]

"Beneath the London skies" | tok rev.

pairings: Rindou H. Ran. x Reader

warnings: none, yet..

You sit by the plane window, the cold glass pressed against your cheek as you gaze out at the sprawling urban landscape of London, feeling the weight of your decision.

The engines' roar dulls to a low hum as the aircraft descends, and the city's lights twinkle like distant stars.

You've left your home country behind, the familiar comfort of your grandparents' warm embrace now a fading memory.

A mix of excitement and trepidation coils in your stomach as you clutch the small art portfolio to your chest, filled with your dreams of becoming a renowned artist.

The aircraft shudders as it kisses the tarmac, and you're jolted back to reality.

You're here to start a new life, a chance to escape the shackles of your past. As the plane taxis to the gate, you watch the bustle of the airport, people rushing to greet their loved ones, luggage carts whizzing by, and the occasional flight attendant with a forced smile.

The air is thick with anticipation and exhaustion, a scent that seems to cling to every traveler.

The intercom crackles to life, announcing your arrival in a crisp British accent, and you feel a flutter of nervousness in your chest.

Welcome to London, your new home.

As the plane doors open, the cool, damp air of London greets you, a stark contrast to the stale recycled air you've been breathing for hours.

You take a deep breath, the scent of rain and diesel fumes mingling with the faint hint of fish and chips wafting from somewhere outside the terminal.

The cacophony of unfamiliar voices and the clack of suitcases fills your ears as you make your way through the airport, the thrill of your new adventure slowly giving way to a pang of homesickness.

You miss the comforting warmth of your grandparents' house, the smell of your grandmother's cooking, and the gentle hum of your grandfather's snore as he dozed off watching old movies with you.

Your heart aches for the simplicity of those moments, for the safety net they provided. Yet, you know you had to leave, to follow the path they always hoped you would, to pursue your dreams and escape the shadow that had been cast over your family's name.

The art scholarship to the prestigious Westbridge University was your ticket to freedom, and now, as you navigate the crowded airport, the reality of your new life begins to set in.

With the luggage claim in sight, you quicken your pace, eager to begin the next chapter of your life. The floor underfoot is slick from the rain outside, and before you know it, your heel catches on an unseen stone, sending you hurtling to the ground.

The portfolio flies from your grasp, the contents scattering like a flock of startled birds. You land with a thud, pain shooting through your knees and palms as they absorb the impact. The bustling crowd seems to part around you, as if afraid to touch the girl who'd just fallen from the sky.

A shadow falls over you, blocking the harsh artificial light. You look up, blinking back tears of pain and embarrassment, and find yourself staring into the warmest pair of eyes you've ever seen.

They belong to a young man, tall and lean, with a gentle smile that seems to apologize for the world's cruelty. He's dressed casually, but there's an air of authority about him that you can't quite place.

He reaches out a hand to help you up, and as you grasp it, a jolt of something electric passes between you.

He has purple hair, a unique blend of deep plum with a hint of blue that falls in medium-length waves around his face.

The first thing that truly captures your attention, however, are his eyes—a soft, ethereal lavender that seems to hold a universe of secrets. They're the kind of eyes you could get lost in, and for a moment, you do.

They bore into yours with a gentle intensity that feels both comforting and disarming. He's the first person you've met in London, and yet, somehow, he seems familiar—like a character you've painted a hundred times in your art, but never quite managed to get right.

Shaking off the haze, you realize that your art supplies are scattered across the floor.

Your heart sinks as you see the crumpled pages and broken pencils, a visual representation of your shattered dignity.

You hastily begin to gather your things, feeling the sting of your scraped palms and the ache in your knees with each movement.

The young man with the purple hair kneels beside you, his long fingers deftly picking up your sketches and placing them back into the portfolio with surprising care.

His touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as if he understands the depth of emotion that goes into each stroke.

As you both stand, your eyes lock again, and you feel a strange pull towards him, a magnetic force that you can't explain.

His smile widens slightly, revealing a hint of mischief that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm Rindou" he says, his voice a smooth blend of kindness and strength. "Welcome to London. I hope your stay here isn't as rough as your arrival." He holds out the portfolio, his eyes never leaving yours. You take it with trembling hands, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

You notice the crumpled paper in your hand—your scholarship to Westbridge University.

The name of the institution is bold and proud, a symbol of the hope you've clung to for so long. As Rindou takes it from you to smooth it out, he pauses for a brief second, his eyes widening just a fraction.

"Ah, Westbridge," he says casually, but there's a tone in his voice that suggests he's anything but indifferent. "good luck on that," he adds chuckling, handing it back to you with a knowing smile.

like he's familiar of it, couldn't it be-

Before you can ask him about his connection to the university, he checks his wristwatch, the silver band glinting under the fluorescent lights.

"I'm afraid I'll be late if I don't hurry," he says with a hint of apology, his eyes still lingering on your artwork.

You want to ask for his number... to thank him properly and perhaps even show him your art in a more intimate setting, but the words get stuck in your throat.

The moment stretches out, thick with unspoken questions and the throb of the pulsing airport around you.

With a final smile, Rindou turns and strides away, leaving you standing there, feeling both relieved and disappointed.

You can't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it all—blushing over someone you've just met, in the middle of a crowded airport, no less.

But something about his gentle touch and knowing gaze had stirred something deep within you, a feeling you haven't felt in a long time.

You shake your head, chiding yourself for being so easily distracted. You have a scholarship to claim and a new life to start.

Collecting your composure, you head towards the baggage claim, the throb of the airport's heartbeat pulsating around you.

The conveyor belt groans into life, and suitcases of all shapes and sizes begin their lazy dance. You spot your own luggage, a small, battered piece of your past making its way towards you, and you grab it with a sense of determination.

The weight feels heavier now, not just because of the flight's toll but because of the promise it holds—a future filled with potential and the chance to redefine your destiny.

second chapter:|full ver:

[voxmortuus]

I have a very specific DARKFIC request for you with a pretty serious trigger warning.

Tangerine and non-con with a virgin fem reader. Eventually the reader starts to enjoy it as the scene caries out. Bonus points for pet name use and a splash of breeding kink.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Dark!Tangerine x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Bullet Train ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 2.6k ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧Dead Dove Do Not Eat | Virgin Reader | Rough Intercourse | Hitting | Spitting | Choking | Hair Pulling | Bleeding | Degradation | slamming readers into bathroom wall | Pressing readers head against the wall | Taking it from behind | NON-CONSENSUAL UNPROTECTED INTERCOURSE | Eventual consent with reader enjoying the scene | Mention of Cock warming | Eager to please Reader | Pet name | Breeding Kink | Cream Pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ DISCLAIMER: *̥˚✧ DO NOT ROMANTICISE OR GLAMORIZE SERIAL KILLERS OR RAPE! I do not condone these actions, nor do I support them! This was written upon request. Do NOT send me hate mail, you will be blocked, do not post on this with any sort of negativity you will be blocked. If you don’t like it don’t read it it’s that simple!!! If you ever encounter this in real life please contact the Sexual Assault Telephone Hotline. Please understand this is a fanfiction, think of it like Hollywood. Also, I’m sorry if this is horrible….. ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this finds you well, I hope this hits all the right notes with you. ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It's like his nose was a hound dog for that virgin blood. Watching you sit there on the train in an empty car you were reading your most current favorite book The Terminal List by Jack Carr, with your earbuds in listening to the latest song you were hooked on by Ice Nine Kills. You were minding your own business when this man dressed sharply sits across from you. Looking up you give him a polite smile and went back to your book.

After a brief observation of the man sitting across from you, you noticed he had blood on his shirt, but you didn't think much of it. Sure alarming, but it was what it was, especially these days. Licking your lips, you turn the page. You feel these eyes on you. You glance up and sure enough, he's looking at you like you were some delicious snack. You give a slightly tense smile and look back down at your book.

You start to feel uncomfortable; your heart is racing; your mind is focused less on the book and music and more on this strange man sitting across from you staring you down. You lick your lips once more before you gather your small backpack and excuse yourself. You feel him watching you, but you don't look back, you just keep going.

Upon excusing yourself, you head toward the bathroom. Closing yourself in there you try and calm your nerves. You look over yourself in the mirror and shake yourself a bit and let out a slow breath. You plan to go back out after a few more moments and move to a different car.

After fixing your makeup, you finally get your nerves calm enough to return to the car. Opening the bathroom door, you walk right into his chest, and you stumble a moment.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." You say softly.

He didn't say anything. He gripped your throat and moved you back into the bathroom closing the door and locking it.

"Excuse me... no. Let me out." You state firmly.

"Babydoll, you need to be relax and be polite." He smirks.

"You need to fuck off... no." You state trying to push past him.

He pushed you back against the wall and shook his head and licked at his lips. "I don't think so Babydoll."

"I'm not you're Babydoll, and you need to back off." You state firmly, but it appears he's not listening.

You try and push him off you but his strength wasn't letting that happen. His hand starts to roam your body.

"What the fuck! Stop it!" you snap.

"You need to shut up." He states as he slams you against the wall.

Turning you around he reaches around and slips his hand under your shirt groping you. He lets out a soft groan against your neck. You begin to panic and pushing back but he keeps you in place with his forearm.

"Stop... please stop." You plead.

He hears you, but he doesn't listen, and he moves from your chest to slipping his hand into your leggings and realizes you're not wearing any panties and he smirks.

"Such an easy little slut you are huh?" He muses.

"Please don't do this." you beg. Your eyes well with tears. Closing your eyes tears drop.

"Oh come on now Babydoll, I love when they cry..." He purrs into your ear as he starts to massage your bud.

You begin to panic, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind running miles a minute. You try and choke back tears, but you feel like you can't breathe, and you try and fight him off but he's just keeping you there.

Closing your eyes you let out a soft breath and you attempt to push yourself away again, trying to escape from it all, your mind races, your heart pounds, your eyes crying.

"Please, please don't do this. I'm begging you. I'll give you whatever you want, but please stop." You plead.

"Oh Babydoll, you're going to give me exactly what I want." He smirked as he pressed himself against you.

Was he hard? Oh geez... oh no, yes, yes he was and then you knew your fate. He slips your leggings down as he presses your head against the wall. Your breathing quickens. You had no idea what to expect, you were saving yourself for the right person, the right moment, and here he was getting ready to rob you of that, to take it all away from you.

Thoughts ran through your head. Why you? Why now? Why this? What did you do to deserve this? Why won't he listen? All these on repeat, and it wouldn't stop. Why won't he stop? Why is he doing this?!

Trying to find your words to plead you turn around to try and push him but he is quick to slap you across the face and it causes your lip to bleed. You whimper a moment, and you try and fight back but he again, slams you against the bathroom wall. With a hand around your throat he spins you back around and slams you against the wall again.

"God damn it Babydoll, be a good girl." He snarls into your ear.

Moving from your neck to your hair he grips a hand full of your hair and moves you so he can position himself, but you fight. He snarls again before he says fuck it, and shoves his hard cock between your virgin lips and rips your innocence from you in one swift thrust.

You scream, in pain, the snapping, the hot pinch of pain, the searing hot rush hits you and you take in a jagged breath.

"No... no no no! Stop! PLEASE!" you plead but there is no stopping.

You try and fight him, but with him pinning you against the wall you can't escape him. His thrusts become quick, they become hard, and they hurt. His growling his snarling, his grunts and groans fill the bathroom and all you want is to be let go, return to your seat, read your book, listen to your music, that of which was now on the floor from the fighting. Your ear buds letting the music escape from them freely while you're being held hostage against this bathroom wall.

You begin to cry, hard, but this only seems to fuel him even more. Why was this happening right now. You begin to breathe heavily in panic. Your chest moving rapidly with each thrust, it wasn't out of enjoyment, it was out of panic, and anger, and aggression. He tilts your head back and your mouth opens only for him to spit in your mouth. You growl and spit back but he slams your head against the bathroom wall as his thrusts become harder.

You try and find your happy spot, but it wasn't working, everything was becoming too much. You couldn't get your mind to focus. So you focus on what's around you. The buttons for the toilet, the scent of the bathroom, the scent of him, the scent of blood... wait, blood? Oh, yeah... blood... that happens in moments like this. And then you feel angry again. This hot rush of anger hits you and you start to fight again.

"LET ME GO!" You start to fight again. Trying to push him away. But with the angle he's got you at makes it difficult.

"Babydoll, shut up." He growls. "You can fight all you want, you're giving me nothing but a harder cock." He smirks.

You growl and try and fight but that wasn't happening. His thrusts were hard, rigid, painful, your hips felt like they couldn't withstand the thrusts. You take in a jagged breath, you clench your jaw and you try and jerk your head with his hand in your hair and he only slams your head against the wall again.

You feel this daze hit you, one too many slams against the wall, you feel this tingling in your nose as he starts to thrust a little slower. Was he taking his time? You close your eyes trying to find that happy place, but all you can feel and see and focus on was his face, and how he felt stretching your virgin cunt. You clench your jaw breathing out of your nose.

You didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to feel this, you wanted this bubbling feeling to go away. You clenched your jaw and attempted to think of something else. The harder he thrust, the slower he took, the more your mind focused on the way it felt, how his cock felt slipping in and out just enough to tease the length. You actually felt yourself getting wet and you clench your walls around him. Not out of pleasure, but out of hopes of stopping yourself of getting wet, you didn't like it, you didn't want it.

You wanted to save it... but there was no saving anything. You hated him, you were angry with him, you hated him, you wanted to kill him... to rip his heart out and eat it with a side of french fries. You sniffle as you try and regain yourself and pushing back against him he shoves you forward again, his thrusts deep, slow, almost teasingly slow. What was he doing? Oh no, no he knew what he was doing. He wanted you to cave, but you weren't going to. You didn't want to.

This wasn't a game, this was a fight, and you wanted him to stop, taking all the stops but you weren't able to move, you felt this sense of defeat, accepting what it was. You just stood there, as he used you.

"That's it Babydoll... acceptance. You're tight little cunt feels so good... that tight little cunt belongs to me now. It's now molded for my cock. I'll be keeping you close Babydoll, use you whenever I want." He purred against your ear with a slight snarl.

You had no words, but why were they doing something to you, why were they making you feel conflicted. Why were you liking this? Your breathing picked up. You bite your lip a little harder.

"I'm going to breed you, fill you every day. Use you like the little slut fleshlight you are." He mused.

Okay now that did something. You whimper softly. Biting your lip, your hips spread a bit as you arch back a bit taking in more of him. He doesn't say anything in this moment, you just take his cock, focusing back on the feel of it, focusing on the way it fit inside you just right. Focusing on how it made you feel, you feel yourself loosen up around him, feeling yourself getting wetter.

"You...you... want to breed me?" You ask with an almost timid voice.

"I'm going to breed the fuck out of you Babydoll. You like that?" He asked.

You think a moment and nod. "Are you going to fill me up?" You ask.

He laughs with a slight groan. "Whenever I want." He purrs against your ear again.

You focus on the things around you, and you realize the title of the next song. Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams. You bite your lip and you let out a soft whimper, feeling how long he was, how wide he was, how he stretched you, you think about his words, how he wanted to use you, how he breathed, how he wanted to breed you. Your breathing picks up a little more.

It went from you hating this moment, to you starting to enjoy this moment.

"I want you to use me... to breed me... to fill me up..." You admit.

The thought of it, dripping his seed from your cunt was something that actually really turned you on. Biting your bloodied bruised lip you let out a soft moan as you spread your legs a little more letting him slip deeper and you press your ass toward him letting him take even more.

"That's it Babydoll, take more of my cock." He growled as he started to thrust upward into you.

You gaps feeling him slip fulling into you, feeling him hit right to the base of his shaft.

"You're so big... you feel.... you feel..." you don't want to say it.

"I feel what Babydoll?" He asked.

"You feel good... I like how you fill up my virgin pussy." You state. Where was this smut coming from? Where was this seeping from? Must have been all the fanfiction you were reading before coming on this train. "Please... fuck me a little slower... I want to feel all of you." You plead.

He blinked a few times and smirked. "My pleasure Babydoll." He mused.

Slowing his thrusts, you think a moment and you reach down to slip your pants off your leg.

"I want to face you.... please... I want you to face me and fuck me." You plead.

He smirks and pulls from you. This moment you could run, but you slip the pantleg off and place your hands on his shoulders and he lifts you and presses you against the wall, noticing the bruising on the side of your face, the blood from your lip, he leans forward and licks at your chin and sucks on your lip as he slips his cock back inside your slightly bleeding wet drippy cunt.

You let out a soft moan against his lips as you wrap your legs around his waist and feel him thrust deeper within your walls. They begin to message him.

You rest your head against the wall behind you. Your hands move from his shoulders to play at the hairline at his neck. As he bounces you against his cock your bud is rubbing against him and the sensation is overwhelming. You let out a loud moan. Feeling yourself getting wetter you close your eyes as they roll back. You whimper and moan rather loudly.

"That's it Babydoll, enjoy yourself." He smirks.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... breed me... fuckin hell breed me. Pump me full." You moan loudly.

He looks over you and tilts his head and smirks as he picks up his pace, thrusting faster, harder, deeper. You feel yourself getting close. You clench your jaw as you drop your head against his shoulder. Your breathing quickens, he begins to pick up his pace a little more, his breathing, his moans quicken as he pumps into you.

"FUCK!" you scream as your body begins to shake.

Never experiencing pleasure like this, you were going to quickly get addicted. He slams you down on his cock.

"Fill me! FILL MY CUNT! BREED ME!" you scream.

He chuckles. "An eager Babydoll you are... I'm going to enjoy filling you up everyday." he smirked as he gave a few more slams and lets out a heavy groan.

Your body shook as you just let everything go. Your whole body just releases and takes his hot ribbons of breeding seed. You scream with a finish as he continues to pump his load into you.

You grip at his hair a moment, your breathing erratic, your mind calm and quiet, your body tingling, sore, and euphoric. Everything felt good and sore at the same time.

"Fuck..." You pant. You look over him. "Do you have a name?" You ask him.

"Sir works just fine, Babydoll." He smirks.

You tilt your head and smirk. "Does this mean I'm all yours now?" You ask.

He looks at you and smirks. "With a mouth like that, damn fuckin straight it does Babydoll." He states with confidence.

"Can we do this again soon?" You ask.

"Are you going to fight me next time?" he asked.

"No... but maybe I can make you hard and I can sit on it while we wait for the next stop?" You ask.

"Cock warming may be a little too advanced for you." he smirked.

"And this wasn't? I'll warm your cock, and you can fill me up again." You smirk.

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Tagging: @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes

[shy-town-art]

CALLING THE JAYVIK COMMUNITY!!

I have returned from the dead (again) in dire need of some long term literate jayvik rp partners! I'd also like to be friends outside of rp but if you are just here for the gay that's okay too!

• I am 21 so would only roleplay with those 19+

•I roleplay mostly on discord but can chill here too!

•I am NSFW friendly but I don't like when that is all a roleplay is about. I'm also hyper romantic so fluff is an absolute must :D

•I am a Viktor kinnie through and through so would preferably be looking for a Jayce! I can do other characters on the side too like Silco or Jinx though.

•I'm literally fiending for any rp, be it canon, canon alt, AU, etc etc. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to discuss in DMs

•As I said earlier i'm not looking for a one shot, this has to be a long term commitment. HOWEVER I am a university student and so completely understand if responses are patchy! The same goes for literacy, if for whatever reason your literacy had to take a dip for a few responses that is okay with me too!

•I have one trigger that is completely off limits. Any mention of a certain terminal illness that starts with c and rhymes with dancer will have you immediately blocked no questions asked. I don't expect the roleplay to evolve into that but just incase.

•I roleplay in third person and can easily write around 8 paragraphs if I'm heavily into a roleplay!

•I do not know any LoL lore but have searched things up/ am willing to search things up! My knowledge mostly comes from Arcane.

•HEADCANONS ARE EXTREMELY WELCOME I HAVE MANY MANY MANY TO SHARE!

Like, reblog, comment or message me if you'd like to be silly roleplay partners!

[the-catboy-minyan]

the longer this blog goes on, the more and more I feel like it's just a reactionary response to terminally online antisemitism that has no bearing on the real world whatsoever. I'm venting about a parallel universe, I'm defending theoretical scenarios, I'm arguing about my right to have fun on the internet with people who never set foot in my continent. I can delete this blog tomorrow and nothing in my life will change, I can just block all the tags and ignore everything relates to politics because I already have all the fun mutuals I can wish for and can just reblog cute fanart and share my art.

what is this blog even for? I'm not talking about anything real, I'm looking to escape all these politics, not to engage in it and DEFINITELY not to educate on it.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Lore notes: Pandora

‘Tardis bay nine’ → there are at least nine tardis bays

Have stasis vessels and storage chambers for those → wonder what these are usually used for and how often they get used

Regenerative mutagen → this’ll probably come up later, but i’m going to say my thoughts now before i get to that part, but the fact that it/its effects are unknown seems to be the bigger concern here rather than a thing that can attack the regenerative process, so are there other diseases/viruses/whatever that can affect regeneration (i mean we do know that there are regenerative conditions, regenerative dissonance for example, so it’s not out of the question)

‘TARDIS shell molecular pattern indicates Gallifreyan origin’ → seem to have the technology to quickly scan something for planetary origin

There are tardis use logs, but they are easy to wipe

‘Castellan Wynter’s personal Matrix data-storage’ → do all time lords have their own personal hub for matrix data, or is it just those that are in some sort of position of power and would need something like this

‘Greatest repository of knowledge in the universe’ → what narvin calls the matrix

‘The APC Net stores the preserved brain waves of dead Time Lords’ → specific part of the matrix meant for this specific thing

‘Ambition, greed, lust for power, all these are syphoned off and stored separately’ → i wonder if this was something intentionally built into the matrix, or if it kind of just happened, like did all the dead time lords decide to make a place for the bad parts of their personalities while they were in there?

Apc net uses all the time lords minds and knowledge to ‘record the past, monitor the present, and predict the future’

Containment for the broken man is in a glass room, there are airlock procedures to get in and out of it

There is a voice that narrates the doors opening and closing (presumably a computer going through the procedures out loud)

Presidential safety and security seems to be a bit of a grey area between cia and chancellery guard jurisdiction (that or narvin doesn’t trust wynter enough to handle it and is butting in)

No chancellor since flavia was president and she combined the roles of president and chancellor

‘Now that we’ve opened it up, at least as a gesture, to students outside Gallifrey’ → wording here seems to imply that off world students are not given the same education as gallifreyan students/they are not able to go to the academy to earn the title of time lord

‘Had the matrix run a behavioral projection for each student’ → the matrix can do that, also makes me wonder how many students there are if he was willing to do this for all of them, or maybe he just had it report any notable ones back to him

Academy terminal → does the academy run on its own separate system, or is this a sort of school laptop situation where you can access other things, but the technology used to do that is owned by the school so they have the ability to restrict what you search (actually i think there’s something either later in this episode or in one of the next ones that says something along the lines of non gallifreyan students being blocked from accessing certain information)

Okay well it seems that it’s more of a school laptop type thing as it is said to have accessed the matrix from an academy terminal later in the episode

‘What a peculiar notion’ → in reference to leela saying she is grieving for the dead time lord, i really do wonder how time lords view death, because the first 12 times you die you just come back and then the 13th you get preserved forever in a computer, so true death seems like it’s very rare on gallifrey and wynter certainly seems unaffected by the notion of it

‘posthumous regenerative process’ → a time lord can regenerate even after they are fully dead it seems, wonder how long that is possible for

‘Still artron activity within the brain’ → so it seems that artron energy sticks around for longer than the time lord themself does (it’s something separate, but still a part of them(?), like a symbiotic relationship of sorts maybe)

Okay so the wording here does make it seem like regenerative viruses are a thing, but it seems like they often aren’t bad enough to make a time lord try to suppress their regeneration

‘Support within the chapters’ → is this just a sort of way of saying the general public? Because that is a bit what it seems like

Chancellor and vice president are separate positions, but it seems that they have a good amount of overlap, so idk why they both exist (not that either of them actually do, currently)

‘This pumping station is off-limits even to Time Lords’ → so is it completely automated then, or is it that there are specific people who are permitted down there and it’s just that most people aren’t allowed

Main water pumping station is in the vaults

‘I don’t think we offer a course in hydrology’ → I know this is said as a joke, but do they?

It seems that to get a full artron imprint off a time lord you need them to be alive (they are able to get a fragment of one off the body)

Matrix has automated voice to narrate what is happening

It sounds like wynter is typing on an actual keyboard when using the matrix terminal

‘Zero-Seven-Zero-Nine-Five-One point Three’ → this is some sort of indication of what time a thing happened, it does not make me any less confused on how time is told on gallifrey

It seems like they are shouting to be heard in the panopticon, which is a bit interesting to me as i would assume a civilization with this level of technology would have figured out a speaker system by now (although i guess this fits in more with their whole vibe)

‘Lord high chancellor of all gallifrey’ → interesting given that we usually see the president only referred to as the president of the high council or the president of the time lords

‘Strike three times for wisdom, honor, and tradition’

‘Elected’ used to describe brax getting the position of chancellor despite the fact that no one voted on this

There is obviously disagreement with him becoming chancellor, but no one speaks up (idk something something not wanting to disagree with the reinstatement of a traditional role even if they don’t like it, or not wanting to disagree with the president because even if you don’t like them there’s still an amount of respect that inherently comes with the office)

‘Dead as a flutterwing’ → time lord expression i guess

‘Containment level one’ → i do wonder what the other containment levels entail, like what constitutes different levels of security and just how secure are they, level one seems to include an air lock and a sterile room at least

Hand shakes are not a thing among time lords (but of course brax still does one)

Raising an alarm about something happening in the capitol is a castellans job (i think it’s really funny that we get to learn some lore just because narvin decided to complain about it)

‘That poor man’s soul’ → it’s always interesting to me when a time lord says something with spiritual meaning/implications because they do present themselves as above all that, but really they aren’t

‘the Vaults present an easy, if slow, way to get around the Capitol unseen’ → there must be a good number of entrances to the vaults then

They keep calling pandora a creature, which is interesting to me given that she is just the mind of a dead time lord, maybe it's something along the lines of she has reached a certain level of corruption that she’s no longer really a time lord, or it’s just the time lords distancing themself from her because they don’t want to claim someone who’s doing this much evil as one of their own

‘Follow the creature this dead time lord has become’ → said by leela

Leela gets made acting castellan in wynter’s place → interesting to me because there were laws about outsiders not being allowed in gallifrey, but it seems that there aren’t any laws that they can’t cold positions within gallifreyan society, i guess the time lords never considered that it would get that far and so never thought to make those laws, also aren’t there supposed to be other castellans, like i think it’s said that wynter is the arcalian castellan, what about ones from the other chapters

Similarly with her being invited to teach at the academy, it just doesn’t seem like they actually have laws to prevent aliens from having jobs on gallifrey because they thought the laws against having them there in the first place would be enough

Pandora seems able to exist outside of the matrix inside the vaults (although it does seem that the vaults are a sort of secret third thing that isn’t quite the matrix and isn’t quite physical gallifrey)

‘For people who live forever, you accept death too casually’ → they really do, i do wonder if there is any kind of culture around death for time lords (maybe there is for normal gallifreyans who can’t regenerate)

K9 has the ability to translate thought waves into sound (also the implication here that a time lord’s thoughts are loud/powerful enough to just radiate around a room to be picked up by a machine not in direct contact with them)

Another example of pandora having the ability to project herself into a specific person’s mind who she wants to talk to

Pandora saying they can’t live in wires and circuits → isn’t that what the matrix is though, so i’m thinking three things a) the matrix is alive in a sort of way b) pandora is just saying that because they want someone to possess rather than being stuck in the matrix c) whatever pandora is has evolved enough that it can no longer be suitably contained within the matrix (or possibly a little bit of all three)

Pandora saying that wynter used to look almost human → two things a) why use human as a comparison (i guess out of universe, yes this is a series written by humans, but in universe it doesn’t quite make sense) and a) almost human → time lords look visibly different than humans in some way

It seems that the doors close automatically once opened after a short delay (i mean i can’t imagine how else wynter would have been able to crush his hands in the door) and there doesn’t seem to be any safety measure to stop the door from closing if something is in the way

I wonder if that is the case with all the doors, or if this one is just special because it’s a door to a containment unit, i think it is just this door (or well, the doors to the containment units), but wouldn’t that be kind of fucked up if it was all the doors in the capitol

‘All Time Lords minds are connected to the Matrix at the most basic level. It gathers information from them and it allows us a degree of telepathy under certain circumstances through the shared connection’ → time lords are more or less a part of a hive mind then

‘I have occupied a part of my mind by thinking and rethinking the same protocols and algorithms that make up the shell of the Pandora Partition. The creature itself is in an area linked to my mind’ → time lords are basically math/computers moment

Darkel sees andred, the guy who killed someone and masqueraded as him and probably broke a bunch of other laws in the process, as a better choice for castellan than leela because she is an alien

I mean this is also definitely about getting on romana’s nerves

‘Though he should have been exiled a long time ago for the misdemeanours you uncovered’ → interference a crime worthy of exile (which is a bit funny to me considering that would really only give him more opportunity to interfere since he would no longer be on gallifrey)

[oldguydoesstuff]

Hi where you around in the seventies to actually expertise these Computers first hand

Yeah so I was a tween/teen in the 70s and was definitely around. I was fascinated with computers thanks to Star Trek and Lost in Space etc, but computers were very hard to come by then, no one owned one and they were limited access.

I did get time on our PDP-8 in high school, and sometime around 79 or so built my own system from a kit and was like the only kid on the block with a computer actually in his house.

Only other time I remember using a computer (mainframe, not counting video arcade games here) was at the university of Connecticut, thanks to a neighbor who was a professor there.

He took me in to show me their IBM mainframe and told me the computer could answer any yes or no question. So I asked it is it Wednesday, our neighbor typed it on the terminal, and it immediately printed "yes" in glowing green phosphor. I was freaked out, asked if it was Tuesday, and it said "no". I asked all sorts of questions, about how many people were in the room, math, geography etc.

Yes, no, yes.. it kept getting them all right!

After becoming convinced the computer was sentient, our neighbor showed me the program he had wrote. It let you type in text, and if you started the sentence with a space, it answered "yes", if not, "no". Observers did not notice the space. Genius.

Wrote this same program many times over the years to amaze people. Less amazing now with AI on our doorstep, so sorry y'all can't go impress your friends with this one anymore.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Nicole Narea at Vox:

President Donald Trump is going after a pair of major law firms — and attacking the First Amendment in the process. Trump issued an executive order on Thursday that took aim at Perkins Coie, a law firm that represented Hillary Clinton when she ran against Trump in 2016. Notably, Perkins Coie hired a research firm that produced the infamous “Steele dossier,” which alleged the president colluded with Russia to steal the election. Trump’s order aims to strip the firm’s attorneys of their security clearances and asks the government to review all contracts with the firm with the intention of terminating any they can. Trump issued a similar memorandum last month, going after some attorneys at the law firm of Covington & Burling. The memorandum aims to strip security clearances from Peter Koski, a partner at the firm based in Washington, DC, and any other individuals who helped Smith while he served as special counsel.

Canceled contracts promise to cost the firms revenue while stripping security clearances hurts them by putting certain areas of federal business off-limits. But the issue is far bigger than harm to a pair of well-off law firms.

Legal experts say that Trump’s executive actions challenge the First Amendment right to free expression — and aim to send a signal to would-be opponents from well beyond just the legal profession. (The White House did not respond to a request for comment.) “No one is going to cry for a big law firm,” said Katie Fallow, deputy director of the Knight First Amendment Institute at Columbia University. “But the idea of the government punishing a private entity based on the political positions it’s taken, or the speech it’s engaged in, or who it’s associated with, is terrible from a free speech and association standpoint.”

What the executive orders say

Thursday’s executive order accuses Perkins Coie of trying to “judicially overturn popular, necessary, and democratically enacted election laws, including those requiring voter identification,” as well as discriminating against applicants and staff by promoting diversity, equity, and inclusion policies. In addition to demanding that firm attorneys be stripped of their security clearances on that basis, it also orders government contractors to end their business relationships with the firm to the extent permitted by law and blocks the government from hiring firm employees. The earlier memorandum concerning Covington & Burling similarly accused anyone at the firm who assisted Smith of “weaponization of the judicial process,” ordering the termination of their security clearances and government contracts with the firm. Trump’s executive actions are not normal: Under President George W. Bush, a senior Pentagon official encouraged clients to cut their ties with law firms representing prisoners held at Guantánamo Bay, Cuba. But a month after his remarks, the official resigned and publicly apologized, asserting that he believed “that a foundational principle of our legal system is that the system works best when both sides are represented by competent legal counsel.”

[...]

Why Trump’s targeting of law firms raise key constitutional concerns

Legal scholars say that Trump’s targeting of law firms likely violates the First Amendment and other constitutional protections. The executive order seems to be taking aim at specific positions that Perkins Coie has taken on behalf of its clients, its views about employee management policies (including DEI programs), and its association with Democrats.

Trump’s attacks on Perkins Coie and Covington & Burling are a threat to the 1st Amendment.

[niqhtlord01]

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“What do you mean you will not let us land?”

From the confines of his captain’s quarters the bridge crew could not hear the anger radiating from Captain Hazel Abbot. Projected opposite him was the current source of his ire, Sevren Dayton. He was captain of the Verung patrol ship currently blocking his relief vessel from landing on Tevren VI and delivering critically needed medical supplies.

“The native population of Tevren VI has been designated a technologically inferior species and therefore any intervention from space faring species prohibited.”

Dayton spoke as if he was quoting a rulebook word for word which only further infuriated Abbot.

“The Terran Republic does not recognize the standards of the Verung,” Abbot began politely, “and since we are not in Verung territory I must inform you that you have no authority here.”

Dayton’s eye twitched for the briefest of moments but Abbot knew he had struck a nerve. If there was one thing Verung hated it was when other species bowed down to them like they were the third coming of space jesus.

“Under article three section four dash one one seven nine of the Treaty of Nibhishein, the Terran Republic agreed to defer to the Verung in disputed territories.”

Abbot pulled open his data terminal and entered in the mentioned treaty. His eyes darted across the scrolling text before frowning. “The treaty you reference is a trade treaty signed after the Verung War.”

“I believe you mean the “War of Terran Compliance”.” Dayton corrected, but Abbot would not be baited.

“Regardless this matter is excluded from the confines of the treaty as no matter of trade or military aspect is at play.”

Dayton refused to give ground however. “By handing over medical supplies you are instigating the basis for trade; therefore your actions here are covered under the treaty.”

Abbot threw his hands in the air and rose from his chair with such frustration that he knocked over several documents, scattering them to the floor in a blizzard of paper.

“There is no trade here. If they do not get these medical supplies the people of Tevren VI will die within a year.” Abbot’s voice was stern as the boundaries of his patience were fast approaching. “We cannot sit back and let that happen.”

“That is exactly what will happen.”

The measured tone of Dayton’s voice silenced Captain Abbot if only by the disbelief of what he had just heard. Dayton continued further to Abbot’s horror.

“If you were to save these people as you so wish you would be altering their natural evolution. We of higher technological standings cannot play gods, judging who lives and who dies.”

“Do you not hear yourself!?”

Abbot’s rage could no longer be contained over the sheer stupidity of Dayton’s logic.

“You would have us sit by and watch as millions of living breathing people die horribly?!”

Dayton looked into the holographic projector with disgust written all over his face. “It is the will of the universe.”

Abbot looked at the Verung captain dumbfounded. He slouched back into his chair and hung his head between his hands. He could hear the fizzle of the projector unit still active but didn’t care to face Dayton as his mind raced.

“Will you stand down?”

Abbot looked up at Dayton still on the projector and straightened himself up. He pressed the creases from his uniform and wove his hair back into shape before addressing the com unit built into the projector unit.

“Helmsman,” he began as Dayton’s face looked smug, “begin landing procedures as planned.”

“What do you think you are-“ Dayton began but Abbot was not finished.

“Master at arms, if the Verung attempt to block our descent into atmosphere and pose a threat to this vessel you have permission to open fire.”

Dayton’s expression went from shock to outrage as the master at arms acknowledged. Captain Abbot now fixed the Verung with a deathless stare as he clasped his hands together.

“I thank you for your perspective but we have a people to save. If you attempt to halt us again we will consider it an act of aggression and respond appropriately as you have just heard.”

“My government will be informed of this.” Dayton remarked through clenched teeth.

“Good.” Abbot replied. “Then let them know that one does not need to play god to do the right thing.”

[ollie-duck]

My Blocklist (ongoing)

(Does not include blogs blocked for personal reasons or blogs I blocked but can't remember why)

feel free to dm me people I've missed that you think I should block. I love curating my space.

SYSCOURSE/DISCOURSE BLOGS

Actively Dangerous:

sys202 (formerly redjuuls) - "TCCblr" who actively idolizes school shooters

monachopsis-99 (seems to be terminated) - girlfriend of above

the-alarm-system - Spreads extremely dangerous antipsych rhetoric, also just extremely rude in general, & an antisemite

- ash-the-teifling & dwn-089 have publically affiliated themselves w/them and should be handled w/caution as a result

coldretard - TERF, pro eugenics, possible antisemite

reallythinkitthrough - extremely rude troll, please report

quinntheestallion - TERF, but against ALL trans identities

pseudonaivete - TERF

adolfusraptor1985 - Pro-paraphile

luxlitemidnight - pro paraphile

makiyaaahm - known in the KND community for being dangerous to themselves & others

wheelie-sick - I don't even know where to start w/this. Probably one of the cruelest people I've ever met. Also antipsych so like.

welcometothenightcourt - the person who groomed us for 5 years. If you are friends with this person BLOCK ME IMMEDIATELY. Sexually pursued us WHEN WE WERE A MINOR. DNI!

I Simply Disagree With:

collectiveofeden - does this need explaining?

sophieinwonderland - see above

turnitsysclusive - steals anti endo posts & makes them pro endo

sho-can-g - lacks comprehension that media portraying bad things does not make the creators/enjoyers of that media supporters of said bad thing

volatilevulgarity - extremely rude repeatedly & without reason, lacks reading comprehension and uses that to start baseless arguments

pissbrat - claims military spouses who cheat on their deployed partners are "the actual heroes"

badempanadaofpatmo - see above

charlieistryinghisbest - vegan who tries to force everyone he interacts w/to become vegan

thecircularsystem

circulars-singlet

created-system-hub

thecreepycrawlersss - claims "punk is not for anti endos"

is-this-plural-2

creepybah - above's sideblog for "headmate creation"

the-hadal-zone-sys

princess-auklet

bubblegum-bros-sys

ratinacoat - not cool w/their take on self dx, also generally too mean for my liking

august-zip - see above

thickramen

okiimii

cosmossystem - anti cripplepunk

gook54-blog - ai weirdo

annefrankwasbeautiful - trump supporter despite being australian, "conservative punk" (this is an oxymoron).

pastureraisedgeese - trump supporter

ashestoflame - trump supporter, reddit type conservative

dyke-terra - got into a dumb argument w/me over something I didn't even say lol

omnium-gatherums

permacorpse - radqueer

the-gravestones-system

synthesizedsystem

silly-genic

ANTISEMITES

Literal Nazis:

Looks like these all got deleted! yay!

Antisemitic Trolls:

infobotbot - appends “bombing in Tel Aviv” celebratory star meme to any posts he deems Zionist

lilehhlilyy - see above

teddy-billi-bom- see above

Maplecrawft- see above

hedrigal - didn’t even read my post, heavily implying Israel should be entirely irradiated, called me a Nazi (literally in what universe lmao) you’re 29 and still on this BS? Get a life holy shit

Well meaning PPs that keep spreading antisemetic talking points:

clockworkconstellati0n - read about it here

quietroadkill - took constellation's side, seems genuinely mentally unwell / paranoid unjustly, DNI as a precaution

knifegrrrllll - Spreading harmful misinfo about the conflict, reblogs several obvious scam posts

reluctanttrabbit - see above

aurthoco - puts zionists and nazis in the SAME CATEGORY (this is extremely common antisemitic rhetoric)

librapropaganda - spreads harmful misinformation about the conflict

grainsnroses - Spreads scam phising posts

kirby-roth - see above

kalisbaby - see above

lonestar64 - see above

cutelovelyemerald - see above

sunswanchariot - claims you cannot be a hellenic pagan and a zionist (patently false - clearly does not understand definition of zionism)

stoptheantisemitism - claims zionism is antisemitism (patently false harmful rhetoric -- have you never celebrated passover?)

coastal-mangos-one / coastalmangoes

dinasaur1312 - BLOOD LIBEL

boobietriat - see above

paranormeow7 - spreading phising scam "donation" posts

frescopino - Blood libel, again

senhor-do-escuro - Spreads phising scams, blood libel

depidase - shares false harmful info about the conflict

yulmix - shares phising fundraisers

guerrillatech - misinfo

bastard-coatedbastards - claims israelis are colonizers & tells them to go home (to where, pray tell?)

guldaastan - spreads fake stories about the conflict

i-the-vezzel - scam posts

sillyguyz4ever - spreading scam posts

ot3 - spreading misinfo about the conflict

SCAM BLOGS

Scammers pretending to be poor gazan/palestinian families:

Scammers have been using common social justice issues to front phishing scams for a decade now on tumblr. The gaza variety is unfortunately just the newest version. If you want to donate to help verified actual families NEVER get that info from tumblr - seek out verified orgs instead.

gazavetters - none of the things this blog promotes are legitimate

adamfamilysblog

narjesfamily

ztogetherstillrisinglightr

gazaaboud1

help--gaza1

ahmednoor12

zinaanqar16

aboodhourani7

aboodhourani2 (duplicates = scam!!)

abood-5 (again??)

save-mohamed-family

fadel-dani

rima-11

rima-22 (duplicate!!)

rima-33 (how many of these are there??)

rima-4 (HOW MANY)

kareman-a1

malak5ahman

salma98sblog

lacilashea

hani895

karemman

kareman33 (duplicate!)

nadinfamily

hanan-family

hanan-family78 (duplicate!)

hananfamily3 (duplicate again!)

dooabasel - LITERALLY USING AN AI IMAGE OF HIS "FAMILY"

hasanfamily1

nasr-daher

omar-577

aysil-nedal

sajafamily

sajagz (duplicate!)

abedmajeed2

abdalsalam2000

lovegazalove

palestine-free1

lobnafamily

choppedbluebirdcloud

palestainmoh

mounir4

rewaidas

mmmgazp

mgazz (duplicate)

rehab0-5

rehab0-2 (duplicate)

mahaelshaer8

aboadamsworld

wolf-aid

hane111

hane000 (duplicate)

hany543 (duplicate!)

000hane (HOW MANY???)

hane123466 (HOW. MANY.)

hane98 (???)

aishahammad

aisha657 (duplicate)

nedaa-family1

nuttyyouthwhispers

fatoam232

esamadnan94

mahrahpalestine

khalednanafamily

olasir-1

palestinian95

ashwantsafreepalestine

mmmgaza

sk540

mosabsdr

aisha-family

mahmoudnaserallah

yasminfamilysblog

nesmagaza0

areejfamil

aboodgaza100

nourasbasha

90-ghost

esamadnan

ramzys-stuff

farahhs-world

ameerafamily

drfamily11

walaa95famely

alaalmsry

mohmmadfamily24

hassanfamily4

nourfamily3

help-nour1 (duplicate)

help-nour1 (duplicate again)

amalalkafarna14

amalalkafarna16 (duplicate)

amalalkafarna6 (Again??)

monis2family

shamhusam

mahmoidjsy

mahmoudayyads

majedgerbawi

asmaa-family00

asma-famil88 (duplicate)

ahmedtanboura

ezzfamily

etafetaf

nataliex77

naje-1997

saharlajrami

esraa-07

mahmoud-swierh1

esamameeer

yasminyonis97

ali-abo-jubara

manouche-231

mohammedswaierh

fatooamaahed

omarfamily80

Mohamed-2345

Regular old Phising Scam Blogs:

freetiktokcoinsinstantly - front is TT coins

wevclub - adds phishing links to popular posts

alina8713 - claims to be selling iphones

greaternoidaplots - claims to help with registering businesses w/MCA

largesarge21 - promoting AI scam

lafemani

mo3menps

ahmed123anq

65i74t78tti74t

dudja - not sure if this is phising or not but boy is there a lot of spam here

aaliyahclarke787 - amazon phishing scam

mariittaagalindoo - facebook phishing links

07042337399 - car phishing scam

Porn Bots:

bisexualgrace - Not a bot, but UNTAGGED explicit blog, absolutely no warning, just bam, porn!

punishedyke - see above

emmykayla234

roserosec

freegiveways-blog

ellenpetersworld

Triggering Content:

harpercrybaby - videos of self injury (seems to be selling these to fetishists as well)