#dynamic masking

[garymdm]

Data Security Techniques: A Comparative Analysis

Data security is a critical concern for organizations of all sizes. With increasing cyber threats, it’s essential to implement robust security measures to protect sensitive information. In this blog post, we’ll delve into three key data security techniques: encryption, static masking, and dynamic masking. Understanding the BasicsA Comparative AnalysisWeighing the Pros and ConsEncryption:Static…

[akanemnon]

I thought this game didn't have random encounters!

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[shyjusticewarrior]

Red Hood Incorrect Quotes Pt 70

Jason: If I run and leap at Roy, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.

Jason, running: Coming in!

Roy: No-I'm-holding-coffee! *drops coffee and catches him*

Jason: Knock knock.

Roman: Who's there?

Jason: Amish Hank.

Roman: Amish Hank who?

Jason: Imma shank you! *stabs*

[sickly-sapphic]

this disability pride month you can help disabled people by continuing to mask up, using appropriate masks (KN95 or N95) and appropriate masking technique (wash your hands before and after putting it on, don't touch the front, make sure there's no gaping) 🫧

[kots-kots]

pillar men with bioluminescent markings! i thought it’d be neat if they have markings they can choose to hide or display whenever they want…

maybe it’s like a courtship display thingy??? Idk but i think it’d be a cool concept considering they’re creatures of the dark

no markings version + the body chart

i had an idea of kars having asymmetrical markings to represent that despite his desire to be the ultimate being, he is not perfect nor symmetrical cuz im a huge fan of that… like things aren’t as perfectly balanced as you’d assume to be

ALSO yes esidisi has like guy fieri fire markings 😭

[giotanner]

Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - demolition expert bros!

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(Every reblog helps me a lot! I am pretty new in the fandom)

[subbyprincessb]

A masked man fucking me unwillingly into my mattress would fix me 💕

[cowboyemeritus]

“I don’t think I can do this.”

You look up from your phone. Perpetua is staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, inspecting his new purple, sequined jacket with a frown. His mask and pots of paint sit off to the side, waiting to be put on, but for now, he's bare-faced. You share his displeasure; the article reminds you far too much of his shithead brother, who needed three of them, for some reason. Marika had insisted that some continuity, something familiar for the fans, was necessary for the new tour cycle to affirm his role as the new Papa. He may not bear the Emeritus name, but Perpetua is still a member of the Bloodline, still one of the sons of Nihil, even if he didn’t know it until very recently.

You sigh, meeting his eyes in the mirror and giving him a sympathetic look.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “This is more than nervous. This is…” The look of utter despair in his eyes makes your gut twist. Perpetua shakes his head. His breathing is starting to come faster, heavier. “I- I can’t do this. I can’t.” He’s trembling.

You rise from your seat on the edge of the bathtub. In an instant, your arms are around him, your chest flush with his back.

“You can’t back out now, babe.” The show is sold out, the buses already parked outside of the area and ready to unload for tomorrow’s ritual. Maybe it’s not the best thing to say, but you’ve come to learn that sometimes, all he needs is a little tough love. “But you’ve been rehearsing this thing for months. You’ve already done it.”

He swallows hard. “This is different. All those people-”

“Are going to love you. They already love you.” You plant a kiss between his shoulder blades, delighting in the way it makes him shudder. “Not more than me, though.” He lets out a little laugh through his nose, and you’re so relieved you could cry. It’s working; you just need to push a little harder.

“No, definitely not.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, gazing at him in the mirror. Despite your dislike of the jacket, you can’t deny that he looks fucking amazing in it. With the paints and the mask, it’s a deadly combination. His heart is still hammering beneath your palm, and so you drag your fingertips up and down his chest, trying to soothe him.

“A year ago, you were a high school band teacher.” He gives you a pointed look. You know he loved that job. “Nothing wrong with that, but look at you now. You’re a rockstar. You’re Papa.” You lock eyes with him in the mirror. His cheeks are already flushed a beautiful pink. “You’re Him, babe. You’ve made it.”

Perpetua watches the movement of your hand closely. “They’ll be expecting someone like Copia,” he mumbles. “Someone loud. That’s just not who I am.” You glower, tasting the bile of your hatred for Frater Imperator, whose downfall has become a sort of maladaptive daydream of yours. He’s the only man alive to whom Perpetua could turn to for advice, for some reassurance about his new job, but he’s chosen to act like a spoiled child, rebuffing him every chance he gets. Your beloved doesn’t show it, but you know the incident with the Twitter banner, as ridiculous a stunt it was, shook him pretty badly. It hurts him, knowing his long-lost twin hates his guts for no good reason, for simply daring to exist in the same space as him. For that, you’ll make the old bastard suffer… one of these days.

“If you ask me, that guy is a little too loud.” Your hand starts to trail lower, dancing across the planes of his stomach. The muscles twitch, and you delight in it, always having loved how ticklish he is. “You, though? Very mindful. Very demure.” Perpetua rolls his eyes at this, but the corners of his mouth turn upwards a little. When your fingertips brush against the button of his pants, you glance back up in a silent petition to allow you to continue. He gives you the most minute nod of his head, something sparking in his eyes, and that’s all you need. “You’re you. And you’re going to be amazing.”

Finally, he gives you a sheepish smile, head tilting to the side to rest against yours. “I appreciate your confidence in me, dearest, but-” In a swift motion, you pop the button open, and he sucks in a harsh breath. You’re pleased to find him hardening up as you pull down the zipper and reach in, palming at him through his underwear. He groans, the sound rumbling against your chest.

“No buts.” You give him a little squeeze, reveling in the way his entire body tenses up. Sparing a look upwards, you see he has his eyes shut. “You need to see this,” you purr. “Open those pretty eyes for me.” Hesitantly, Perpetua complies. If it weren’t for all the blood rushing downstairs, you’re certain his face would be beet red by now; he gets so adorably shy sometimes. You smile devilishly, stroking him a few times before your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to free him from their confines. Taking him in hand, you start jacking him at a leisurely pace, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the tip, glistening with precum and nearing purple already. Your mouth waters, yearning for a taste, but you have an agenda to fulfill.

“Look at this perfect cock,” you command. Biting his lip, he complies. “You have no idea how many people want it already. A few photos and music videos, and they’re gagging for you, babe.”

“I wouldn’t-” Your other hand comes down to cradle his balls, and through gritted teeth, he moans. “You’re the only one I want.” In spite of the circumstances, it makes your heart flutter, keeping you steady in your resolve. He’s far too sweet, far too good to you; it would be criminal to just let him wallow in his anxiety for the rest of the evening.

“Oh, baby. What did I ever do to deserve you?” You fondle his sac as you continue to stroke him, feeling its weight and the way it’s already tightening up for you. He must be really keyed up — it’s further proof that he needed this. “My perfect man.” Turning your head, you plant a kiss on his neck, then lean in to whisper in his ear. “Papa V Perpetua. First of his name. A frontman unlike any before him.” You nip at his earlobe playfully, snickering, and he jolts. “You’re gonna take the Project to new heights, your Unholiness.” Upping the ante, you pick up the pace of your strokes, twisting your wrist while your other hand gently squeezes him, just how you know he likes. “It’s going to be fucking incredible.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Perpetua hisses, head falling back against his shoulder, and you know from experience that means he’s close. “Whatever you say. Just-” He has to bite down on his fist to stifle a moan. “Fuck, it’s going to get everywhere.” You just chuckle.

“You’re Papa now. Make a mess. It’s your birthright.”

He lets out a shaky breath, hips jerking with a few abortive thrusts. Encouraging him, you tighten your grip around his shaft until he’s fully fucking your fist, chest heaving and moaning softly, like he’s being touched for the first time. He’s beautiful like this, cheeks all rosy and his face contorted with pleasure. He is a vision, the spirit of Lilith incarnate. It makes your own neglected arousal pound between your legs, but this isn’t about you. This is about hyping him up.

With a final flick of your wrist, Perpetua comes undone, cock throbbing as it shoots a few ropes of spend across the counter and into the sink. He moans, groans, shakes like a leaf in the wind, and all the while you hold him close, keeping him steady through it. When his climax finally ebbs away you don’t let go, basking in the glory of the moment. Though you’re not still working him, overstimulation quickly sets in, and he begins to squirm uncomfortably, snapping you out of your reverie. With an apologetic look, you release him, and he steps aside, awkwardly maneuvering around you so that you can get to the sink and rinse your sticky hands.

“Feeling better?” Perpetua nods, tucking his softening cock away. There’s the smallest splotch of cum on his pants, and he stares at it with a worried expression. He reaches for a towel, but you stop him, gently grasping at his wrist. “I’ll take care of it.” Grabbing the waistband, you tug the garment down, prompting him to step out of them. He looks rather silly, in just his dress shirt, sparkly jacket, and undies, and you can’t help but huff out a little laugh. Then, you rise up on your tiptoes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Go get ready for bed. You need to rest.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you exclaim, “except that sweet ass of yours wobbling on stage tomorrow!” You give him another kiss, this time on the lips. “I’ll join you soon, okay?” He nods again, and though there’s still a faraway look in his eyes, he smiles. Your heart swells, knowing he means it. 

“Okay, babe.” Then he shuffles past you, out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. Before he’s completely out of sight, though, he pops back into the doorway. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without you, you know.” You wave him off, scoffing.

“Oh, please. I’d be dead in a ditch by now if it weren’t for you.” He just laughs, and then disappears.

He can do this. And if he won’t believe in himself, then you will. You always will.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

there’s a universe where forces in a tails centric game where we follow him as he grows into his own hero i can feel it in my bones

[aventurineswife]

The words left your lips with the precision of a scalpel, each syllable laced with deliberate coldness. Aventurine’s ever-present smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before it returned, as though the blow had missed its mark.

“We're just coworkers. Nothing more. Don't get attached.”

His eyes glinted with an inscrutable mix of amusement and something darker as he leaned casually against his desk, arms crossed in an almost performative display of nonchalance.

“To someone like you?” he mused, the mocking lilt in his voice sharp enough to cut. His tone was light, but his gaze burned, pinning you in place. “Never.”

The world shifted.

His hands trailed along your sides, the heat of his palms burning through the fabric of your shirt. Every measured touch was a calculated risk, each stolen breath a gamble neither of you could afford but were far too stubborn to resist.

"Never..." he whispered again, though this time it felt like a confession wrapped in denial. His lips hovered above yours, the faintest brush enough to set your nerves aflame. The air between you grew heavier, thick with the tension of a game neither of you could win.

Aventurine’s left hand, the one he always kept hidden during his gambles, slid along your jawline, tilting your face upward. His touch was firm, but there was a hesitation in his movement, as though he were daring himself to push past the boundaries you’d set.

And for one fleeting moment, he let his mask slip. Beneath the sharp wit and calculated charm, you caught a glimpse of the man beneath—the one who craved connection but couldn’t allow himself to want it.

Reality snapped back into place with the harshness of an unspoken truth.

You stood on opposite sides of the room now, the space between you a chasm that neither could bridge. Aventurine’s expression was unreadable again, the easy grin back in place as though nothing had happened.

“Good...” you murmured, your voice steady but hollow. You turned your back to him, willing yourself to ignore the lingering warmth on your skin and the weight of his gaze still fixed on you.

Behind you, Aventurine adjusted his choker, a subtle tell that betrayed his unease.

“Good...” he echoed, his voice softer this time, almost as if he didn’t believe it himself.

@avenrose, @therealbeanssssssssss, @makib1tch

No I'm not sorry 🏃‍♀️

[chimerarachnid]

I noticed a striking overlap between wildfire smoke protection guidance and effective precautions against airborne viruses like COVID-19, yet public messaging and policy around the latter has largely softened or vanished in many places.

In the image, The Weather Channel is offering sound, evidence-based advice for wildfire smoke exposure:

Stay indoors

Use N95 or P100 respirators

Recirculate air in vehicles

Pay attention to local advisories

Evacuate if conditions worsen

These are the same kinds of measures that significantly reduce transmission of airborne pathogens. But while the public health urgency remains for wildfire smoke, similar guidance for viral exposure has become politically, socially, and economically fraught, despite the continued presence of SARS-CoV-2 and its potential long-term effects.

Many institutions have bowed to political or economic pressure to "move on" from the pandemic, even when the science hadn't changed. This results in a reluctance to reintroduce measures that remind the public the problem isn't over, often at the expense of the most vulnerable.

The same filters, ventilation improvements, and N95 masks protect against both wildfire smoke and airborne viruses. But only one of those risks still gets unambiguous media and institutional support for those protections.

It's revealing, and a bit damning, about how societies choose what health risks to take seriously based on convenience, politics, or optics rather than consistent scientific principles.

[scoldingdarjeeling]

When Masking Makes You Invisible

The problem with having ADD (ADHD-I) and an atypical profile is that you mask your symptoms so well that even other people with ADHD start treating you like a neurotypical. This can create unbalanced relationships, where communication feels like a one-way street, and you often end up feeling overlooked or forgotten.

[crazylittlejester]

Mask being too full of teenage angst to say how much he loves and appreciates Wars vs. Wars knowing Mask loves him and being unafraid to tell the kid that because he knows all Mask needs is love and stability VS. TIME REALIZING LATER HOW MUCH WARS DID FOR HIM AND FEELING LIKE HE HAS TO PAY HIM BACK FOR EVERYTHING VS. WARRIORS NOT KNOWING HOW TO ACCEPT SOMEONE ELSE TAKING CARE OF HIM BECAUSE HE’S NOT USED TO IT VS.

[mizaruwu]

"hey! give it back"

"I don't think you should keep using this"

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Rating superhero/villain dynamics on how gay they are

Batman/Joker:

do i even have to say it. Usually they have a pretty one sided thing with Joker being high-key obsessed with him but Batman has no interest in that at all. Way overhyped imo. bonus points for the Lego Batman Movie 5/10

Superman/Lex Luthor

despite many factors and the fact they have a son together, there’s not a lot of tension. Plus Lex gives major homophobic vibes, (he’d make pride lexcorp merch while backing don’t say gay bills)

2/10 for kon

Green Lantern(Hal Jordan)/Sinestro

oh my god. They have the whole friends to enemies thing that you could swap for lovers to enemies so easily. The worst exes you’ve ever seen. I think they’re actually a couple in some comics (prolly an AU). That one episode of DC Super Hero Girls (the new one) where Hal fights both Sinestro and Carol and they’re said to be on the same level. good shit

10/10

Wonder Woman/Cheetah

it depends on the comic. Sometimes they’re very flirty and suggestive and other times they’re tearing each other’s clothes off bc the male author thought it’d be hot. I think that goes for a lot of woman/woman dynamics in comics tho. I honestly don’t get sometimes why they’re fighting bc they seem to have a lot in common.

6/10 they should just date

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Jesus Christ guys wtf are y’all doing. They have the funniest dynamic in all of DC comics. Old ass ‘nam vet picks fight with 15 year old who he blames his son’s death on. While I adore the 2003 teen titans show, they got the dynamic so wrong. Their dynamic only becomes homoerotic once Dick is an adult. They have profound respect for each other but they also fucking hate each other. They’re enemies, they’re friends, they’re co-parents, they’re the least mentally stable people you’ve even seen.

20/10 unparalleled

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason: All women are queens!

Roman: If she breathes she's a thot!

Jason and Roman: *fight*