#bash completion

[blackmoreops]

How to Enable Bash Autocomplete in Kali Linux

Ran into another little snag in Kali Linux on WSL. It seems that I has to manually Enable Bash Autocomplete in Kali Linux for WSL or as the old Linux ways goes, install bash-autocompletion. Bash autocomplete is a handy feature that saves you time and keystrokes whilst working with the command line in Kali Linux. This powerful functionality allows you to press the Tab key to automatically complete…

[taitavva]

tired of running (tired of hunting. my own kind)

[robinminustherichard]

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Hi Tommy. This is Ravi.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Panikkar.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Like from the bar.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Or from the 118. Buck's Co-Worker.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Sorry, Evan's Co-Worker.

[TOMMY KINARD]: I do know his nickname is Buck. I also do remember you, I promise. What can I do for you?

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Right, of course. So I really do not want to be in Buck's business but like, everyone is kind of being a bad friend to him? And every day he looks more sad and it's kind of killing me.

[TOMMY KINARD]: Uh, okay? That's tough bud.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Come on dude don't make me spell it out. Can you come do your weird Tommy magic again please and fix him? He's threatening to transfer houses. I've tried getting the others to notice but it's not really going well. I took him out to a bar tonight and he's just kind of stared at a TV playing a basketball game the whole time. He didn't even notice me putting his phone back after stealing your number from it while he was in the bathroom.

[TOMMY KINARD]: I don't know who you've been talking to but I don't think I have any magic there. Evan is an adult, and we broke up. Like at least twice I think.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Damn whenever people talked about the Great Tommy Kinard they didn’t say he was a quitter.

[TOMMY KINARD]: Okay first of all, that was rude.

[TOMMY KINARD]: Second of all, I am a quitter and I am proud of it.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Dude.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: What if I told you that he baked a triple chocolate cake at 2 AM in the station the other night and no one even said thank you while they ate it and he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks.

[TOMMY KINARD]: I agree that isn't great. But it's not my place to talk to him or anything right now, Ravi. I'm sorry but that's the reality of it.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] 1 NEW MESSAGE: And what if I told you that Eddie announced he was coming back to L.A. and gave Buck 72 hours notice to find a new place to live or risk sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future? He's drinking a White Claw right now Tommy. A White Claw.

[TOMMY KINARD]: Okay that is

[TOMMY KINARD]: Well

[TOMMY KINARD]: Fuck it.

[TOMMY KINARD]: What bar?

[RAVI PANIKKAR] 1 NEW MESSAGE: The same one, dude. I was hopeful, but, well.

[TOMMY KINARD]: When this blows up again it's on you. Be there in 30.

[RAVI PANIKKAR] 1 NEW MESSAGE: Sick thanks man see you soon!!!!!!

"Who are you texting?" Buck asks, breaking out of his fog for a moment, "pretty big grin you've got there."

Buck is trying, clearly, but the smile he tries for doesn't quite get there.

"Eh, just a friend. Needed a favor."

"Oh, uh, are you good? I can--"

"Nah, Buck, it's all good. He already said yes. Plus it's honestly kind of more for him than me. Kind of guy that doesn't see what's right in front of him, you know?"

"Oh," Buck says, looking a little lost, "y-yeah, I get that."

"So, that last rescue. Kind of crazy, right? I think I could have swung the weight a little better--"

"What?" Buck says, a spark of something finally breaking through as he pushes the White Claw aside and leans forward, "No way, that was great work, Ravi! The way you--"

Ravi lets him go on, hoping that the topic change will keep him distracted enough that he won't shut down again before Tommy gets there.

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

Jedi Antis: The Jedi are too caught up in politics! They have power to change things, they just don't!

Meanwhile, the Jedi:

Every time they argue with a politician, they are shot down.

I wonder what that could mean? That maybe they don't have as much political power as the antis seem to believe? That maybe *gasp* they were meant to be the victims of Palpatine's manipulation the whole time?

[GIFs aren't mine. Credit to @david-talks-sw ]

[bikananjarrus]

now more than ever i need bix to get revenge and kill gorst. i need every man who has ever hurt her to die horribly and painfully

[tending-the-hearth]

a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something à la sleeping beauty.

so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.

until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.

oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.

and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.

and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.

[niki-smith]

Goooood morning, the SUCCULENT Kickstarter is LIVE! 🌵🪷🌵

I had an absolute blast co-editing this anthology of twelve sexy, trans-inclusive sapphic comics. @discordcomics and Ollie Hicks and I spent the last year working with an outstanding lineup of writers and artists to put this 200 page book together-- these comics are hot, humid, dirty and FUN.

"Our theme is a Garden of Sapphic Delights. Femme flowers, sappy butches, genderqueer lesbians, trans femme wives, fleshy dykes and thorny switches"…......

........need I say more?

Comics are good.

(I've got a sexy comic of my own in the anthology too, of course… the pics in the middle are from my 13 page comic, Prickly Pair.)

Help us reach our sexy sapphic goal by backing the Kickstarter now until May 15!

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

—

Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

—

[pilkypills]

I love suppositions of Thorin’s character that have him doing ridiculously roundabout and overcomplicated things to get affection and recognition from Bilbo. Its funny as hell but I do absolutely feel that he’d rather gift Bilbo a 500 line poem filled with deeply esoteric dwarven metaphors for love and bravery that make no sense to the outsider’s ear instead of just, say, putting his hand on that fucking hobbit’s shoulder and saying in no uncertain terms “dude I am in love with you”

[arkad322]

Am I the only one who think the reason Lloyd didn’t talk a lot about anything to koko is because she just wouldn’t listen ?

koko is the embodiment of toxic optimism , she doesn’t lisent to a word that Lloyd has to say when he is trying to explain that people are hating him and doesn’t seem to bother to bring up garmadon (even tho it makes Lloyd uncomfortable) she believes that lloyd should maintain a positive mindset no matter how dire or difficult a situation is,

Which is good , just not when Lloyd (or anyone really) is trying to have a deep conversation with her and talk about their negative feelings she often invalidate those same feelings

And every time Lloyd brings up something negative she’s always “how about no”

And when she starts taking about “meeting the real you” Lloyd isn’t even trying to debate or add more details he’s just like yeah cool ok

It’s obviously not the first time he’s having that talk with her !

Cmon guys stop acting like she’s understand and “perfect” you can do better than that <- someone who really wants to explore the negative effect koko had on Lloyd and also her own trauma

[madrigaljail]

A lot of you need to read this and read this and read this and read this and read this and read this and read this and read this and read this until you can acknowledge that it is canon. I am so angry you guys 🙃

[licorishh]

the way people blur the lines between canon and fanon in star wars (especially in regards to tcw) and just Decide that their fanon interpretation is actually how it is and that anybody who interprets it differently is outright Wrong is so funny to me. like, fanon fives is actually just canon hardcase. fanon kix is actually just canon jesse. fanon tup is actually just canon kix. the idea that ahsoka is still a crazy chaos gremlin after she's expelled from the order isn't actually supported in canon and yet everybody just accepts it and is surprised when you point out that no, she actually mellows out a LOT after that. fives isn't ever a crazy flirtatious goofball. not once. in reality, his most noticeable traits are his kindness, intelligence and determination; almost the polar opposite of the widespread fanon interpretation. fives and ahsoka never actually interact in the entire show. in fact, ahsoka almost never interacts with any clones other than rex and a few others here and there. rex relaxes and becomes far more comfortable with himself and with the people around him pretty early on in the show; he's not uppity and stiff or oblivious or half the things everybody's just Decided he is. fox's entire personality and life is completely made-up by the fanbase. most people interpret anakin and obi-wan's dynamic as being like that of a son and father, but by obi-wan's own admission, he actually thinks of anakin more like a brother. cody's not a ridiculously strict rule-follower or chaos gremlin; he's actually pretty laid-back and chill.

it's so funny. how did we all just decide en masse that these things are the case??

anyway i really like it when people shake it up a bit and do something different.

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Yue Qingyuan and Shang Qinghua

Sqh looking at yqy’s pitfjul self being like

“I’m so sorry my son :,(“

—

“Zhangmen—shixiong?”

Yue Qingyuan jolts at the quiet voice, ah there—there was someone here, he should be more aware, stupid idiot…

He doesn’t turn around, simply just taking a deep breath and wiping his face, coughing away and deep emotions still tethered to his lungs, “Ah, Ahem, Forgive this one for improper behaviour. What… What brings you to this one’s office…”

Finally, he turns around to see the short peak lord carrying around a bunch of scrolls, a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Shang-shidi,” he smiles, “Thank you for submitting the paperwork quite early.”

“Haha.. I’m not like Liu-shidi. But… are you okay shixiong?”

His grip on

[deli-cious-arts]

he's winking at you behind those sunglasses

damon | cal | ayame | vexx | june | ryona

[bwootster]

Here!!!!

Have a WIP from February that I may never finish!!!

🤡

[charleemoon]

daddy will in the sense of hannibal craving punishment from a father who never knew his darkness, to feel retribution for the ways in which he was born and daddy hannibal in the sense of will being spoiled and coddled by a man who never provided more than necessary, who looked not at him but through him. do you guys understand