#peter dering

[planetofsnarfs]

Peter Dering, the founder and CEO of San Francisco-based company Peak Design, issued a statement Friday after he told the New York Times in a report published on December 5, as soon as he saw photos of the bag, he contacted police. Dering also told the Times if police were to ask for help he would “check with his general counsel about what information he could release without violating the company’s privacy guidelines.”

Dering had told the Times in the December 5 story the person at the tip line who answered his call said there were “hundreds” of calls identifying the gray bag worn by alleged gunman Luigi Mangione as a Peak Design item.

Still, some have taken to social media to call Dering a “snitch.” One TikTok user suggested Peak Design bag owners remove the serial tags on their bags and others have suggested returning bags.

It is standard for a company to share customer information in response to a court order or subpoena, according to Greg Ewing, a data privacy attorney in Washington, DC.

Are companies violating consumer privacy?

Amid data and privacy concerns, users have questioned what tracking serial numbers means for customers re-selling products or buying secondhand.

“What if somebody gave this to me as a gift and now I’m going to jail because they committed a crime, because you wanted to tell somebody that was my backpack? That is very scary,” one TikTok user posted to the social media platform.

Ewing said such a scenario is possible. The issue is companies are limited by the data they collect and, in the case of Peak Design, data is voluntarily registered. If a product is sold and not re-registered, information could be tracked to whoever first made the purchase.

Another TikTok user posted in a video, “nobody wants you to save the day.” The user questioned what information the company has access to.

“You didn’t have to tell anybody about anything,” the user said.

peter dering | peak design

[onlytiktoks]

[nando161mando]

CEO of $210 billion chipmaker holds meetings on weekends, expects work after midnight: 'People are really motivated by ambitious goals'

Celebrating Saruman's death is wrong, he was a father.

Peter Dering, CEO of Peak Design, voluntarily gave police the purchase information of the backpack used by Luigi Mangione, leading to his identification

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/12/05/nyregion/peak-design-backpack-brian-thompson-shooting.html

Just remember kids, if you work hard enough you can become a multi-billionaire like these greedy f*cks. Honest.

"Deny, Depose, Defend" spray painted on the UnitedHealthcare office building, Las Vegas.

Deny Defend Depose banner hanging over Lake Shore Drive in Chicago earlier this week

True Bipartisanship! America's Ruling Class Joins Hands to Say Violence Against the Ruling Class is Never the Answer.

[babyhatesreality]

Lovebug

Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, a bug in distress (happy ending) tooth rotting fluff- this one is even fluffier than normal- you have been warned.

A/N- for those who will catch the little easter egg at the end- yes, part 2 of Time Is A Flyin' will be coming soon, I promise. :D Also this is not a how-to story, please be careful in real life if you come across this particular situation

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As he slowly began to wake up, Steve became aware that his super soldier senses were going off like crazy. Something was in incredibly close proximity to him. He kept his breathing even, regulated his heartbeat, and was prepared for anything as he slowly opened his eyes.

Only to find you, a half inch away from his face, kneeling on the bed between him and Bucky, and staring without blinking while vibrating with excitement.

Of course.

"Is you awake?" you whispered, leaning in so your nose was touching his. Steve took a long, slow inhale- then smiled.

"Yeah, Princess. I'm awake," he whispered back, but quickly pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you before you could explode, "But Daddy might not be."

"Nice try," Bucky answered suddenly, his face still half smushed into the pillow. He reached out without opening his eyes, hooked you around the waist, and pulled you into his chest, cuddling you like a stuffie. You giggled with glee as Bucky put his soft hand over your face. "Where's the off switch on this thing? It's making too much noise this early in the morning."

"No off switch, I'm afraid," Steve said, grinning as he turned on his side to watch the two of you. "She's stuck at top volume mode permanently."

"There's gotta be some factory reset," Bucky grumbled, still not having opened his eyes. But he couldn't quite keep the grin off his face as he playfully poked your tummy. "See if this works."

"Daddy, stop!!" you squealed. "We gotta get up and go! C'mon c'mon c'mon!!" You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and flung yourself right back down on Steve's chest. "Come on, Papa, up up up!!"

With a chuckle, Steve rolled back onto his back, folding one arm behind his head. "When did you crawl into bed with us, lovebug?" he asked, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Dis morning when I woked up," you said impatiently. "Papa, PLEASE, we gotta go!!"

"If you think Uncle Tony's up yet, kiddo, you've got another thing coming."

"Petey said that he was gonna get Unca Tony and Aunt Pepper up super early too so we could get dere faster! Dey up!!"

"It's a conspiracy," Bucky groaned, before batting you with a pillow. You squealed with joy and batted him back, before collapsing with a giggle in between the two of them.

Steve chuckled as he rubbed his face, trying to gain enough consciousness to keep up with you. Tony had invited the team to his lake side cabin for a family barbecue. You all knew it was really to show off the new mega gigantic pool he'd put in, since Peter off-handedly mentioned that he had fun swimming in the training pool that one time. In typical Tony fashion, he'd gone all out. There were three different slides, fountains, and an extra large hot tub right next to the shallow end, with jets. Rumor had it that the pool had underwater LED color changing lights and music that you could only hear when you were beneath the surface. All you littles were beside yourselves.

Steve stretched and sighed, then sat up. You popped up next to him with enthusiasm at this sign of forward momentum. That's when he saw your outfit.

"Um....Lovebug," he began, trying to smother his smile with his hand subtly.

"Yes, Papa?"

"I see that you've already put on your bathing suit for the party."

"Yup! D'you like it?"

"I do, it's very pretty, and so are you."

"Tank you!!"

"But honey, it's on backwards."

"Yeah, I know," you said, looking down with consternation at the cute pink ruffles that were supposed to be on your backside, but had ended up on your front. "Still looks good! I fine. Jellybean liked it, so I good. Can we go?"

"And why are you wearing your water wings now?"

"So I can get in da pool FASTER!"

"They're not blown up yet."

"Daddy said I couldn't do it 'cause it would make me dizzy." You flipped around back to Bucky, who had finally opened one eye. "Daddy, can you blow dem up since it's morning please?"

"Daddy needs coffee first, Trouble."

"And den brush your teefs so you don't use your stinky breath in my new water wings, 'kay?"

"Alright, that's it," Bucky growled playfully, whipping around and pinning you to the mattress before proceeding to tickle the living daylights out of you while Steve howled with laughter.

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Later that morning, after Steve had helped you put your bathing suit on the correct way and Bucky blew up the water wings with fresh breath, you all arrived at the cabin. The Bartons and Kate were already there, and you shrieked with joy, giving Kate the biggest hug you could before running through the living room to find Peter. Uncle Tony caught you mid-stride and tossed you up in the air while you screamed with laughter.

"Alright Squirt, safety is the name of the game here at Casa de Stark, got it?"

"Got it! I be safe."

"So you know the pool rules, right? Let's hear 'em."

"Okay!" you said, nodding your head vigorously before looking over at Steve and Bucky, who were watching you with wide smiles. They had gone over the rules with you many times on the ride over, and you were ready to show off your knowledge. "No runnin' 'round da pool at ALL, no goin' in da deep end, gotsta keep da water wings on, and no goin' where Papa and Daddy can't see me. Did I do it right?"

"Nailed it, kiddo."

"YES!"

"Alright, Pete's out by the pool, why don't you take your daddies out there and go find him?"

"Okay, Unca Tony!" you said, before giving the billionaire a hard hug around the neck and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. He chuckled and set you down. "You gonna come play in da pool too please?"

"Definitely. I have a bet going with Uncle Clint to see who can make the biggest cannonball splash." Tony turned to Steve with a cheeky grin. "Never said I couldn't outsource." He turned back to you, a twinkle in his eye. "That's where Uncle Bruce is gonna come in handy."

"But Unca Tony, Unca Bruce can't make a bigger splash than you!"

"But the Hulk can."

"WHOA."

"Alright, alright, can we at least wait till the rest of the team gets here before planning each other's destructions?" Steve joked back, swinging you up into his arms. As you giggled, he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Besides, you already know that I'll beat both Uncle Tony and Uncle Bruce in a cannonball competition, so what's the point in talking about it?" You laughed and squeezed him around the neck, agreeing wholeheartedly.

A couple hours later, you all were having the time of your lives. After ensuring that all you littles could actually swim, water wings or no, the games and competitions had been fierce and fun. You and Peter dove for weighted pools rings against Wanda and Pietro. You and Wanda took turns pretending you were Ariel from The Little Mermaid, and the other one was Eric, and you were saving each other from drowning. The cannonball competition had been hysterical, and you watched and clapped for Papa from the safety of Bucky's lap (all littles had been evacuated from the pool and were being kept close to a caregiver on the off chance any of you suddenly decided to enter the rough housing).

After a delicious barbecue lunch, you were patiently waiting for one hour before you were allowed back in the pool. There was no point in nap time right now as you all were way too keyed up about getting back in the water, so the plan was to let you all get back in gently and tire yourselves out, then go down for a late afternoon nap. Bucky carefully coated you in another round of sunscreen, having watched the clock religiously for the 80 minute mark that it wore off all day. You'd whined the first time about having to get out, but one quiet word from Daddy about "sunscreen or no pool at all" got you right back on track, and you were good about it from then on.

As he rubbed the lotion into your shoulders, your eyes wandered to the beautiful trees and lake. You saw a bunch of dragonflies zipping back and forth over the water, and your breath caught. "Daddy, look!" you said in a hushed voice, pointing. "Dey so pretty!"

Bucky smiled at the wonder in your voice. "You're prettier," he said, kissing the top of your head before going to work on the other shoulder. You giggled and blushed. "They're fast, aren't they baby?"

"Yeah! Dey go so fast over da water. Looks like fun!"

"Fun, huh?" Bucky said, getting an idea and grinning to himself. Once the hour-post-eating was up and the sunscreen had time to sink in, Bucky pulled your water wings back on you, picked you up and walked into the pool with you. He grinned when you looked at him confused, unsure of what he was doing. "You wanna go fast like the dragonfly?"

Before you could answer, he had flipped you facedown so you were hovering just above the water. He began zipping you around in a circle so fast all you could do was scream with laughter.

"WHEEEEEEE!"

"You're flying like a dragonfly, Trouble!"

"DIS IS DA BEST!!"

Bucky suddenly flipped you back up into his arms so he was nose to nose with you while you continued to giggle. "Even better than when Uncle Sam goes flying around with you which he's not supposed to do?" Bucky asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"YUP!" You declared loudly and happily.

"Traitor," Sam called out casually from his reclined position in a beach chair. That made Bucky grin even wider before giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"That's my girl."

Bucky kept swinging you around, gleeful in his triumph, until you needed a second to breath. He set you down carefully so you could stand on your own in the cool, shallow water. You were still trying to catch your breath from laughing, when you saw it.

A dragonfly had gotten stuck on the inside ledge of the pool, where you could sit in the water. Its wings were drenched and it couldn't get out, no matter how hard it struggled. You gasped, and began doggie paddling your way over to it. As you got closer, you realized that the waves you were creating kept washing over and rewetting the poor dragonfly, so you slowed down.

Intrigued by your sudden fixation, Bucky called out. "What do you see over there, Trouble?"

"Dragonfly," you whispered back. Bucky began slowly making his way over to you so as not to create waves himself. He knew that you weren't partial to bugs except from a distance and wanted to be close in case you needed help. So it surprised the hell out of him when you gently scooped the dragonfly off the ledge and carefully placed it on the pool perimeter. His eyebrows nearly flew off his forehead. You had never voluntarily touched a bug in the entire time he'd known you.

You leaned your arms against the ledge, looking at the sopping wet dragonfly in wonder. It was the prettiest green color, dark and shiny like when Loki wore his suit. Its transparent wings, even though waterlogged, were like bits of the most delicate tiny golden lace. You tilted your head again, studying it with all your might, when Bucky perched next to you.

"Good job saving the dragonfly, baby," he praised.

"Tank you!" you replied happily, but your eyes never left the insect. "Hims getting dry, hims too wet from da pool." You moved slightly to your right to get a different angle. That's when you noticed that one of the dragonfly's lower wings was folded a bit, sticking to itself. You turned quickly to your Daddy.

"Lookit, his wing is folded!"

"So it is."

"Gotta help him," you said determinedly, before starting to walk your hands along the edge of the pool, your eyes scanning the perimeter.

"Whoa, whoa, hold up there Trouble," Bucky said quickly, taking a large side step and stroke. "Where do you think you're going?" His hands stopped you from continuing your journey towards the deep end.

You looked up at Bucky, a bit surprised. "Gotta help da dragonfly, Daddy," you said, wondering what he had missed in your last statement.

"By going in the deep end? I don't think so."

"Oh. Didn't mean to go into da deep end. I looking for something to help his wing."

"I don't know if we-" was all Bucky got out before you shrieked with joy, then pushed yourself up on the step a bit and lunged forward. He couldn't see what you grabbed before you had already flung yourself back into the water and were dog paddling your way back to your new friend. Bucky just walked next to you, his hands at the ready just in case.

You carefully approached the bug again, and gently lifted the stiff leaf you found. Oh so very very carefully, you smoothed the leaf under the wing gently, helping to unfold it. You slowly slid the leaf under the wing so it wouldn't stick to the wet pavement, then carefully swam backwards.

For the next fifteen minutes, you absolutely could not take your eyes off the dragonfly. You gasped when it fluttered its upper wings a bit, when it tilted forward as it tried to move, and when it was finally able to lift all four wings. You squawked loudly at anyone who got close and made waves that threatened to wash over the edge, but after a while everyone became invested in the saga, watching closely or from a poolside chair. When the dragonfly suddenly took off, darting up into the clear blue sky, the cheer that arose from the team was deafening.

Your goal instantly became search-and-rescue for any other possible bugs that might need assistance (with Bucky and Steve keeping a close watch out for hornets and wasps). You used your leaf as a bug life raft to help a ladybug and a little moth. You stayed right by their sides until they were okay enough to fly or toddle away.

Later on that night, Steve and Bucky chuckled to themselves when you passed out nearly instantly upon being put to bed, having absolutely exhausted yourself from so much fun and heroics today. They turned the baby monitor and nightlight on, and pulled your door almost all the way shut.

"That's a very sweet and caring baby we have, Stevie," Bucky said, interlacing his fingers with his husband's as they walked down the hallway.

"She's the best," Steve said, glowing with pride. "And...look what I found. She's gonna love this." He tugged Bucky into the living room, turning on the TV and switching over to your favorite app. "Check it out. There's a Pixar movie called 'A Bug's Life'. We should watch it tomorrow with her," he said, grinning.

"Oh, she's gonna lose her mind."

"Yup. But we need to make sure we're on the same page before we let her watch this."

"What do you mean?"

"We are NOT getting a terrarium, flea circus, ant farm- NOTHING- no matter how cute this is or how much she begs."

"I'm with you on this one, Lima Charlie. No doubt about it. United front."

But they never said they couldn't buy you dragonfly stuffies....

[that-lime-reporter]

On one of his usual trips to Peter’s office, Lime stopped in his tracks. The door...normally left unlocked...was shut tight, the handle refusing to budge. leaning in closer. From behind the door came the faint sound of muffled voices, just barely audible through the thick wood. Someone was in there, probably peter...

@professionally-petty

Lime was confused, and concerned. He quickly became worried and knocked on the door frantically

Yo, pumpkin? you in dere?

he wasnt about to just not see peter, it was his daily routine by this point! He waited for an answer from someone, anyone

[create-of-comet]

Who you are

More of my ever after high x reader store fir you if you want it can add more

Maddie hatter:you are the kid of tinkerbell you feel like you don't belong because you don't know what you're stor is like you aren't the next tinkerbell because Peter pan didn't have any kids so you often feel lost in the world.

Raven queen:you are a kid from another world where you are the adopted kid of porco rosso and you stole his plan for a joy ride and you somehow you crashed in her world and you don't know how to get back home so you often try and fix the plan as you attend ever after high.

Faybell thorn: you are the sibling to raven and you are a bit more sassy but you still don't want to be evil just more easily tiked off so you stay by your self so you don't accidentally you hurt somebody.

Apple white: you are cerise sibling and thankfully you didn't get the wolf ears so you didn't have to wear a hood as it wasn't your story but you did wear a red bomer jacket or a hoodie.you hang out with raven and that as to make sure your sister hood doesn't go down.

Ramona badwolf: your Bambi's kid and you really don't have friends as you believe that anyone that hang out with you is doing it out of pity as everyone at this point has heard whose kid you are. Well it's not hard when you have antlers on you head.

Ca cupid: you are a charming your in-between dering and dexter so you aren't know as brave as dering or kind as dexter. so you often try and out show your sibling but it normally end up with stuck somewhere.

Cerise hood:you are maddie twin sibling but you are a tiny bit more clear so you don't often get call hatter but to the wonderlander you are still a hatter.but lizzie,bunny and Alistair love the fact you a bit more carm as they couldn't handle two maddie and kitty which you all jock about.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Cuteness Aggression

Summary: Peter 3 gets out his cuteness aggression on Peter One :)

(Finally back writing :) ❤️ I missed my Spideyboys and just needed some fluff in my life ❤️ Hope you guys are doing well :) Hope you enjoy!)

"I'm going to get you!"

One bolted into the living room. "Noho! Threhee!"

Peter 3 ran in hot on the heels of the youngest. "Aww, what's wrong Buddy?"

"Yohoure gohoing toho tickle mehe!"

"No I'm not!" The older Peter tried to grab One's collar.

"Eep!" One ducked away. "Yehes yohou ahare!"

"Why would you tell suhuch lihies?"

"Ihits thehe truhuth!"

Peter 3 tried to grab the youngest again. "I just want to cuddle with you!"

One jumped over the couch. "No!"

Because of the softness of the couch cushions, One pitched forward and rolled across the floor.

Peter 3 pinned him to the floor before he could get back up. "Gotcha!"

"No! Threhee, wahait!"

"No can do Bugaboo. I'm the cuddle monster!" Three leaned forward. "And I've been denied my cuddles."

One squeaked as a moment later he was pulled into his older brother's arms.

"Thehere he is." Three wrapped One in the biggest hug he could. "Dere's my sweet baby bwothewr."

"No!" The youngest squirmed. "Nohot sweheet! And nohot aha baby!"

"Wook at how cuwte youw awre!" Three squeezed One's cheeks. "I juwst wanna squish you!"

"Ack! Threhee! Yohou're squahashihing mehe!"

"No I'm squishing." Three playfully swung One side to side. "There's a difference."

By now, Peter 1 was giggling too much in order to respond.

This prompted a growl out of Three. "Stop being so cute or I'll be forced to take drastic measures."

One's eyes widened as his squirming picked back up.

"I'm warning you."

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders as he tried to slide himself down. However, he didn't get too far before Three shifted to wrap his legs around the youngest as well. "Threhee!"

"You get one more chance Bubba. Stop the cuteness, or face the consequences."

To try to stem his giggles, the youngest Peter bit his lip. This lasted promptly two seconds before a stray hiccup popped them loose once again.

Three growled again. "I warned you."

A moment later, One squealed as Three nuzzled across his neck. The giggles from earlier shifted to cackles and snorts as fingers also spidered along his sides. With legs kicking, the youngest became a pile of goo in his brother's arms.

Meanwhile, Three desperately checked his spider strength to keep from accidentally crushing the kid. He desperately wanted to squish Peter 1, but not enough to hurt him. To help get out some of the cuteness aggression fueling the attack, the older Peter stood so he could spin.

"Ah!" One squealed at the change. "What ahare yohou dohoing!"

"Why. Are. You. So. Cute!"

"I'm nohot thohough!"

Three paused his movements. "Oh you did not just say that!"

"Wha-? Eek!"

The older Peter spun the youngest around and lifted him up. "I'm looking right at you and you're precious!"

"Three! Put me down!"

"You're so cute it should be illegal!"

"No!"

While keeping him up in the air, Three lowered the youngest's face closer to his face. "You're so cute I can't even or odd!"

Peter 1 curled his legs up. "Cohome on mahan."

The movement didn't detour Three from lowering his baby brother even closer. "Yohou're so cute I just want to eat you up."

The youngest Peter's eyes widened. "What!"

In response, Three pulled One close so he could nibble across his neck. The attack had One's legs kicking uselessly in the air as he melted into his older brother's arms.

"Aww, is someone having fun?" The older Peter teased.

"Noho!"

Peter 3 smirked at the too quick response.

"Ihi mehean . . ."

"And you say you're not cute."

One was so flustered at being called out it took him a moment to realize the older Peter had started cradling him. "Dohon't you dahare!"

"Don't do what?"

"I knohow that lohook!" One tugged down the hem of his shirt. "No tummyhy!"

Three grinned even more. "Aww, are you going to hold your shirt up for me?"

"Noho!"

The older Peter switched him to one arm so he could wiggle one hand closer. "Do I have to come find him?"

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders but couldn't get out a verbal response. It was so unfair the way Three could hold him in one arm and tickle him with the other. "Cuhurse yohour long lihimbs!"

"I'm not hearing a no."

The blush on One's face darkened even more.

"I'm gonna get you!"

"Ihi alreheady knohOOW!"

Three grinned at the loud laughter and giant smile on his baby brother's face as he dug through the shirt into his tummy. "Gootchie goo!"

"ACK! PEHETER!"

"Stop being so cute or I'm going to have to eat that tummy."

"EEEEK!" The youngest Peter squirmed out of his older brother's hold before bolting out of the room again. "NOHO!"

The amount of laughter filling the room melted Three's heart even more. He didn't know why but the sounds of his brothers' laughter always made him want to squish and smother them all day long. So he hurried after the giggling form once more. "Come back here Bugaboo!"

"No! Get awahay ticklehel monsteher!"

"I told you. It's cuddle monster!" The older Peter kept getting closer. "And I want to hold you!"

"Noho! I'm tohoo bihig!"

"Are you kidding me? You're so tiny!"

"No Ihim nohot!"

Suddenly, both brothers heard the front door open.

A moment later, Peter 2's voice carried through the house. "I'm home."

One bolted behind the eldest. "Two! Help mehe!"

"Wow! What's going on?"

Suddenly, Three ran into the entry way. "Two! Don't move."

"Oh." A smile overtook Peter 2's face. "So that's what's going on."

"Two! Hehe's ticklihing me!"

Two chuckled. "Threhee."

"I'm cuddling him! He's just a ticklish little baby."

"Hehe's lying!"

Peter 2 winked at Three before crossing his arms. "So I leave you alone for one day and you think you can steal my Snuggle Bug?"

"Wait, whahat!" One exclaimed.

Three smirked back. "Who said he was your Snuggle Bug?"

"I claimed it first."

"But I claimed it recently."

While the older two bickered, Peter 1 started slowly climbing up the wall.

"I'm the oldest!"

"So! I'm closer in age!"

"Well I think there's only one to settle this disagreement."

"Oh I think there is."

Both turned but the youngest was already up in the corner of the entryway. When he saw two sets of smirks looking up at him, One took off across the ceiling.

"Hey!" Two hurried up after him. "Get back here!"

Three joined in and the race was on.

Even though he kept running away, One was having a great time. He just had fun making the older two chase him before letting them tickle him. If the youngest was going to be worn out, so were the older two.

But he didn't stay on the run for too long.

[buckybarnesss]

Your tags in the post of Derek missing Laura. That hurst so much. I really wonder if Peter feels sorry or regret killing Laura. Did he ever apologize to Derek? We know nothing about hold older was she, but probably in his mid twenties. She was alone with his brother, with a alpha spark that was too soon to have. Did she even see that was Peter who attacked her?

it's no secret laura hale is my roman empire of teen wolf. i wrote a 5K essay on my thoughts about laura and my theory on the circumstances surrounding her death.

it makes sense that derek doesn't talk about laura. we already know he doesn't talk about these things.

in fact i think the only time he does talk about laura in a way that's not necessary to relaying information is when he goes to see peter in heart monitor and even then it's choked off by grief.

one of the testaments to how much derek is lost and grieving without laura though is that he declares brotherhood to scott hours after he's buried laura. he latches onto scott despite everything because not only does he see himself in scott but he sees someone he can save when he was unable to prevent laura's death.

there is also an element of desperation to derek turning erica, boyd and isaac. not only does derek need a pack for power in the face of hunters and the kanima but he's seeking the familiarity of pack which for derek is synonymous with family.

he would never admit to how alone he feels. he is a brother without anyone to be a brother to. a middle child cast adrift without his sisters to anchor him. derek in seasons 1 and 2 believes he's outlived his baby sister and now exists in a world without his older one.

this is why it makes me salty that derek and cora never talked about laura. they never let these two reconnect as brother and sister.

like, cora's entire predicament and why she's so fucking angry is entirely glossed over. maybe if she had stayed longer it would've been explored but the fact they couldn't spare one fucking moment is just egregious.

she thought she was the only survivor of the fire that killed her family only to hear there was a hale alpha in beacon hills. did she think her mother survived? or if not talia than her older sister who was clearly meant to be talia's successor?

so not only did she get kidnapped by the alphas but she's struggling with the relief that derek's alive while being angry he's the alpha when it wasn't supposed to be him which probably makes her feel super guilty.

than there's the anger that peter killed laura, that derek's just letting him loiter around but there's also the relief that uncle peter's alive too.

it's why frayed is so interesting. not only is it the episode that pivots derek and scott's relationship but it gives us the cora and peter adventure.

peter: It's just me! your uncle... uncle peter... cora: uncle peter who killed sister laura. peter: mmm, not my finest hour, no. but, i'm hardly the only dysfunctional family member! did derek mention that he killed me, too? slashed my throat, ear-to-ear. cora: so, that means i should trust you? peter : actually, I'm wondering if i can trust you. cora: you've known me for seventeen years! peter: i knew you for eleven, leaving the last six unaccounted for. and i'm not particularly fond of things unaccounted.

this ties in to the fact that i do believe that peter does feel guilt over killing laura but like everything with peter it's complicated.

i think if he had been in his right mind he wouldn't have done it but due to his circumstances killing her was the only viable path that he saw at that time. plus i believe nurse jennifer played a role in pushing peter.

peter regrets the way it played out and probably wishes it went differently.

when peter shares his memories with scott in co-captain we hear laura say his name as she approached him. she knew it was him and it's probably why she was slow to defend herself.

i think it haunts him but he would never say that out loud.

as for apologizing to derek for it? well. i think it was part of the reason he wanted to turn stiles and one of the myriad of reasons peter continues to help derek.

[cranberrybogmummy]

Lonelyeyes crack shit

So Lonelyeyes is toxic old man yaoi.... But what Dere types do they fall into I kinda think Peter is a Dandere and Elias is well either Tsundere or a Oujidere

[brooklynislandgirl]

A for Aphrodisiac (from Peter)

Spell It Out || -

Some part of Beth feels bad for Peter being trapped in this booth with her.

They'd worked their shift at the Centre and then decided catch a matinee. Doc doesn't need Peter to come in until tonight. Beth lets that go without comment because she knows how important their work is, how much it means for him to work with Dr Octavius ~if her feelings had ever changed, she would have cringed into oblivion over all the things she had and would have been willing to do during medical school~ and ultimately how vital it was to have something for himself, something that focused on his interests and no because he felt like he owed someone. Beth knows Peter will some day change the world. She only wishes he knew it too. Sometime during the movie they lifted the arm rest/cup holder between them and she'd curled up on the seat, leaning into him. His arm had come down and he'd held her close. There'd been a few tense moments where she ended up clutching his hand or burying her face in his chest. She holds up popcorn for him, he holds up the drink, the straw ~which she doesn't complain about for once~ angled so that she can take sips.

Then they'd opted to have an early supper, and the pizza place is surprisingly quiet. They were mid deconstructing the movie when she brought up the fact that the least credible part was the c-plotline, the romance between the tormented writer and his on-and-off again girlfriend.

"I jus' t'ink dat da demons were more plausible dan her feelings for him. Like none of it made sense. How committed dey could be when dey barely saw each oddah an' he's become increasingly isolated?"

She watches him wrestle with his expressions, as if desperately trying to remain neutral despite whatever discomfort she's provoked. He raises one hand to the nape of his neck and rubs at it as he formulates the sort of right response. And surprises her with a question.

She replies with lowering her chin and ducking her neck, eyes slightly wider than normal after she blinks. "I…uh."

There's something to that tilt of his head and the somewhat lopsided grin he offers that makes Beth take him more seriously. But answering him is a lot harder than he might imagine. Maybe because Beth doesn't really know, either.

"So, told ya, I t'ink dat I don' really feel like oddah people do. My brea'd doesn't catch in my t'roat when I see a handsome guy an' I don't get all giggly when pretty girl talk at me. Didn't even know what it felt like t' even wan someone until I was 'round eighteen or so. It was only dat one person, an' nevah anyone else. Now, ten years laddah, I guess… it al start wi' needin' some kind of closeness. A sense of connection wheddah it is emotional or spiritual. Dat all bein' true, I guess ya bes' chance of datin' me is if I actually friend-zone ya." She giggles, her nose crinkling faintly. "But yeah, someone I feel I know an' jus….get. No kine I can describe in any factual way. Only feelin'. Beyond dat?"

She pauses again. This time she chews on the inner corner of her lower lip in consideration. Beth doesn't seem to realise how she open her expressions are. How much she can say without uttering a single word.

"I guess feelin' comfortable enough to get close. I'm a very touchy person. Uhm feelin' like I can confide in dem wi'out fearin' criticism or bein' made fun of. Mebbe…mebbe proximity. Like fingers trailin' along my spine, or against my arm, an' I look up…an' he's right dere. Face soft, eyes dark an' gleamin'. My heart would feel fluttery den alla stars will seem to align an' I'll lean dat rest of da way…an' it'll be da perfect kiss. Sof' an' sweet an' gentle. Tender and lingerin'."

Her eyes are half closed and her elbows are now set on the table as she seems to be leaning toward him.

A few seconds later, she slumps back down with something of a dreamy sigh.

"Of course, dat all is predicated on…findin' someone t'ink I'm wor'd da wait."

"Put question sorta back on you? Wha' qualities ya look for in a girl make you interested? Wha' about dem make ya wanna stay?"

[whatthefluffisthisbs]

FBI already knew who it was, the McDonalds employee just told them where so they could grab him sooner. Luigi’s mom and the CEO of the company that sells the back pack he had were the first snitches.

“Dering says he called the NYPD tipline ‘immediately,’ beating even Mangione's mother, who ‘told police her son could be the person seen in surveillance photos one day before his arrest,’”

While it’s shitty the McDonald’s guy ratted regardless if it mattered or not, I think if anyone deserves a financial break it’s a McDonald’s employee. No deserves to live making less than liveable wage with shit benefits.

[onlytiktoks]

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/12/05/nyregion/peak-design-backpack-brian-thompson-shooting.html

[datguytv]

"Girls Wanted That Dere Sissy Dick. Pretty Babies they say, pretty smarter little baby thangs, the little pussy cat gonna fight about taking that grown man's Dick. Peter Pan gets raped and taken by little red riding hood. Funny Hunny Bunchy! "

This is bus ID 5463 70 Route and this is a bloated SPICK seeking medicated three necks and tongue lapping me first then sat across from me to tongue lapping any black man behind me picking as I pick at him flashing the mixture of whale rhino toad frog to the world 🌎 and his too. Poof Abra Kadebra can I get outta here now. Not until the bus stops and until I get the photo flashing your gray shoes. And your Adidas Gray back pack. Hunny. And yes I jacked but not to you SPICK. And gonna continue to whenever I get goddamn ready to wack my shit to hell if I want to. Your international criminals. WHOREs attracted to America's Soil on the promise that you could bring your diseases here and still FUCK. LoL

[that-lime-reporter]

Gio stood in front of Lime’s tower, hand hovering over the door, lips pressed into a thin line underneath his balaclava. he sucked in a sharp breath and knocked...firm, deliberate, like he was doing Lime a favor by showing up.

In his hands, a box. What was inside? Who knows. Certainly not Lime (yet) That little menace would have to earn the privilege of finding out...

Gio wasn't in his usual sharp suit- oh no, not today! Instead, he'd opted for a casually undone button-up, the top few buttons left open just enough to be intentional (homosexual-), slacks that sat just right, and a bandana rolled and tied neatly around his neck...because even when he dressed down, he gotta dress well!

His gloved fingers tapped impatiently against the surface of his watch, a sharp tch leaving his lips as he glared at the door.

"tch...what is taking this boy so long?"

he muttered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. If he had to stand out here much longer, he might just leave the damn box and go...though, knowing Lime, that might only encourage him.

@the-silentsnake

After a few minutes, Lime scrambled to the door. Thinking it was Peter, he leaned against the door frame before noticing who it was

Hey dere, goo- Once he saw it was spy, he stood up straight and forcefully put his beanie back on. He too, was wearing something different; Just a regular green sweater (comic 7 scout, but green ykyk)

Whaddo you want? you ain't Peterson, He shoved his hands in his pockets and then saw the box Whats dat?

[travelandtravel]

The Voice of the Resistance Radio Goriyanin

Introduction to Radio Goriyanin

The “Goriyanin” radio station was active from April 1951 until October 1962. It became an important voice for the Bulgarian people’s resistance against the communist dictatorship and the Sovietization of their country. This radio station aimed to inspire hope and unity among those opposing the oppressive regime.

A Message of Hope

An excerpt from a Radio Goriyanin broadcast in May 1955 captures the spirit of resistance:

“This is the Goriyanin radio station, the voice of the Bulgarian resistance. Waste no time, get ready, brothers, For the day of freedom yet to come, Freedom from Bolshevik slavery, Freedom for our holy Motherland…”

During the long years of armed resistance, the morale of the Bulgarian people was lifted by the hope that the international democratic community and Great Powers would recognize their struggles and intervene to help them achieve freedom.

Underground Groups and Organizations

Alongside the radio broadcasts, various underground groups emerged, each fighting against the communist regime:

Underground National Patriotic Forces: This armed group had about 30 members, including students from the 2nd Sofia High School. It was established in 1945 and was led by Peter Peychev.

Underground Anti-Bolshevik Organization: Formed by young people in the town of Kyustendil in 1945, this group aimed to resist the regime.

Pirdop District Organization: Founded by Stoycho Christov Karadjov in 1947, this underground group worked locally to oppose the government.

National Christian Cross: Established on August 27, 1947, in Imaret Dere (Haidushki Poliyani), Smolyan region, this organization had around 300 members and set up two Goriyani detachments by December 1947, named “The Detachment of Death” and “The Flying Detachment.”

People’s Unity Nation-wide Movement: Formed in Sofia in 1948, this group sought to unify various resistance efforts.

National Movement for Combat: Created in 1948 in the village of Slivnitsa near Sofia, this movement aimed for armed struggle against the regime.

Nikola Petkov Underground District Agrarian Organization: Established in 1948, it was led by Peter Mesakov, Tzanko Georgiev, and Boyan Popov, focusing on the Trun region.

Youth Organization for Struggle against the “People’s Power”: Set up in Silistra in 1949, this group focused on mobilizing youth against the regime.

Underground Military Youth Organization for Armed Struggle: Founded in Haskovo in 1949, it aimed to prepare young people for armed resistance.

People’s Defense Underground Group: Established in Stara Zagora in 1949, this group worked to defend the rights of citizens against oppression.

Armed Legionary Group: This group, formed in Plovdiv in 1949, carried out several attacks against the government.

Youths Underground Group: Established in the village of Archar in 1949, it focused on engaging young people in the resistance Istanbul Tour Guide.

Free Bulgaria Underground Organization: Founded by Lyudmil Kunov in 1949, this group aimed to unite all efforts against the regime.

The Goriyanin radio station and the numerous underground organizations played crucial roles in the resistance against the communist regime in Bulgaria. They inspired hope and unity among the people, fostering a spirit of resistance that persisted despite severe repression. The bravery and determination of these groups are an important part of Bulgaria’s history in the fight for freedom.

[festravels]

The Voice of the Resistance Radio Goriyanin

Introduction to Radio Goriyanin

The “Goriyanin” radio station was active from April 1951 until October 1962. It became an important voice for the Bulgarian people’s resistance against the communist dictatorship and the Sovietization of their country. This radio station aimed to inspire hope and unity among those opposing the oppressive regime.

A Message of Hope

An excerpt from a Radio Goriyanin broadcast in May 1955 captures the spirit of resistance:

“This is the Goriyanin radio station, the voice of the Bulgarian resistance. Waste no time, get ready, brothers, For the day of freedom yet to come, Freedom from Bolshevik slavery, Freedom for our holy Motherland…”

During the long years of armed resistance, the morale of the Bulgarian people was lifted by the hope that the international democratic community and Great Powers would recognize their struggles and intervene to help them achieve freedom.

Underground Groups and Organizations

Alongside the radio broadcasts, various underground groups emerged, each fighting against the communist regime:

Underground National Patriotic Forces: This armed group had about 30 members, including students from the 2nd Sofia High School. It was established in 1945 and was led by Peter Peychev.

Underground Anti-Bolshevik Organization: Formed by young people in the town of Kyustendil in 1945, this group aimed to resist the regime.

Pirdop District Organization: Founded by Stoycho Christov Karadjov in 1947, this underground group worked locally to oppose the government.

National Christian Cross: Established on August 27, 1947, in Imaret Dere (Haidushki Poliyani), Smolyan region, this organization had around 300 members and set up two Goriyani detachments by December 1947, named “The Detachment of Death” and “The Flying Detachment.”

People’s Unity Nation-wide Movement: Formed in Sofia in 1948, this group sought to unify various resistance efforts.

National Movement for Combat: Created in 1948 in the village of Slivnitsa near Sofia, this movement aimed for armed struggle against the regime.

Nikola Petkov Underground District Agrarian Organization: Established in 1948, it was led by Peter Mesakov, Tzanko Georgiev, and Boyan Popov, focusing on the Trun region.

Youth Organization for Struggle against the “People’s Power”: Set up in Silistra in 1949, this group focused on mobilizing youth against the regime.

Underground Military Youth Organization for Armed Struggle: Founded in Haskovo in 1949, it aimed to prepare young people for armed resistance.

People’s Defense Underground Group: Established in Stara Zagora in 1949, this group worked to defend the rights of citizens against oppression.

Armed Legionary Group: This group, formed in Plovdiv in 1949, carried out several attacks against the government.

Youths Underground Group: Established in the village of Archar in 1949, it focused on engaging young people in the resistance Istanbul Tour Guide.

Free Bulgaria Underground Organization: Founded by Lyudmil Kunov in 1949, this group aimed to unite all efforts against the regime.

The Goriyanin radio station and the numerous underground organizations played crucial roles in the resistance against the communist regime in Bulgaria. They inspired hope and unity among the people, fostering a spirit of resistance that persisted despite severe repression. The bravery and determination of these groups are an important part of Bulgaria’s history in the fight for freedom.