#securitisation

[rayanand01]

Benefits of Investing Through Securitisation or LoanX

[goyubi]

Buy Sovereign Gold Bond

Sovereign gold bonds or SGBs are a variant of government securities denominated in gold, generally in grams.

[6ebe]

Batman v superman still the greatest movie of all time

[lizseyi]

Whole business securitisations - structured credit investor

Whole business securitisation - Unlike a traditional securitisation or where institutions sell pools of their loans to a special-purpose vehicle, or SPV, in a whole business securitisation (or WBS or corporate ABS), there is no sale of assets to the SPV. Instead of purchasing the pool of assets, the SPV makes a loan to the borrowing company and takes security for that loan over the pool of assets retained by the borrowing company. Further, in a whole business securitisation, the SPV will not be an orphan company but will be a member of the originator?s corporate group.

[rajnandanibansal]

Trustees for Securitization In India Axis Trustee's securitization offers added business opportunities and increased fee income. The presence of the "Pool Servicer" provides certain additional assurance and safety, which allows flexibility in structuring the timing of cash flows to one's needs.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Safety is a real, material set of conditions: a roof over your head and freedom from violence or injury. British politicians aren’t at risk of being bombed or seeing their children dismembered. Yet it was their speculative safety in the spotlight while Palestinians under military assault became a footnote in the vote.    It’s true, of course, that two British MPs have been killed in recent years. But it’s a cheap shot for politicians to invoke their deaths to avoid engaging with the public about an ongoing genocide. When politicians say they feel unsafe in this context, they mean they feel uncomfortable being challenged by their constituents. 

[...]

When discomfort is perceived as danger, protest is seen as harassment. And when political dissent is positioned as a threat to national security, our human rights are at risk. As sure as night follows day, when politicians begin to cite safety concerns, curtailment of democratic freedoms isn’t far behind. Civil liberties will always play second fiddle to securitisation. Judging by Sunak’s doublespeak at the lectern last Friday, the government plans to corrode our democracy under the guise of protecting it. Sunak’s emergency address was an authoritarian wishlist written in Islamophobic ink: curtail protest rights; threaten to remove immigrants’ “right to be here” if they speak what is considered “hate” at protests; reference streets being “hijacked” by “extremists” and “redouble support” for surveillance programme Prevent. It was framed in response to pro-Palestine protests, but entrenches an established anti-Muslim, anti-protest agenda that promotes surveillance in the name of “safety”. The name of Sunak’s “Safety of Rwanda” bill shows us he already has a cynical definition of this word.  It’s curious how the social capital of playing the protector is often afforded to the violent perpetrators. If we use another very British example, the high-profile transphobic lobby that is obsessed with “women’s safety” has, in material terms, driven transphobic hate crimes to historic levels, but done nothing to end violence against women. In the same vein, it’s inevitable that Sunak’s measures to “combat the forces of division” will create even more far-right racism and state violence for Muslims. The dominant force of division is, of course, the state itself. Trans people and Muslims alike are sociological folk devils; minority groups in society positioned as a threat to social order. The government’s self-authorised mandate to marshal these manufactured threats justifies state control for everyone. In reality, the marginalised groups identified as the enemy within face crushing systemic oppression already. If anyone is unsafe, it’s them.

[icedsodapop]

Media outlets who have lauded Taylor-Joy’s “bride-like” ethereal look, the Instagram comments complimenting her timeless style and her fellow celebrities who posed beside her hijab-covered form have mostly been deafeningly silent on the plight of the women of Gaza.

(...)

If Palestinians were not largely Muslim, if they were not Arab - if the women didn’t dress precisely the way that Anya Taylor-Joy gets to dress - then this genocide would have moved the world in the same way that Russia’s invasion of Ukraine did.

We are socialised to swallow the massacre of Arabs and Muslims as commonplace and inconsequential. Our corpses become mere collateral damage to a world unperturbed by our slaughter.

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The success - indeed, the very existence - of both the book and now film series is testament to the West’s desire to consume our Muslim aesthetics in a fantasy realm whilst disenfranchising us in the real world - be it through securitisation or racism, war or genocide.

Dune reminds us of the place that the Arab and Muslim will perpetually inhabit in the West. It tells us: we will feed on your exoticness, adopt the intricacies of your culture, ravage your homelands, all whilst removing you from the equation altogether.

[philistiniphagottini]

VWJSVWIABSUW HELLO I saw ur recent post :3 I was honestly feeling the same- and I'm back at p5 and was hoping for you to write for my absolutely favorite pancake boy<333

How about f!reader her lower lips are all cream and sprinkles and some on her cute Pearl and perhaps inside her and goro just eating her out like a starving man the didn't eat for years and slowing down when she is close ( I believe in mischievous goro Akechi)

I probably should have been more specific in that post. I want something in MY mouth. I was feeling a bit saucy when I posted that late last night and I wanted to cockwarm a dick or a pussy lol. But it's okay, this gave me an idea that I couldn't resist writing so I hope you like it~

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), smidge of orgasm denial, whipped cream gets involved, aged up characters, female reader

Dallops of thick cream lined the seam of your cunt, oozing between your folds and drowning the pretty pearl of your clit with hefty rivulets of white. A pleasant shiver tingled down your spine as gloved hands wrapped around your plump thighs, splayed digits digging into your skin until the soft pudge spilled in Akechi’s hold. A warm hum stirred in his chest as he spread your legs wider for his viewing pleasure, your delicate sex opening up like a delicate flower in bloom. A combination of slick and cream dribbled down your quaking thighs, smeared across your searing skin as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation.

"My, my" Akechi purred with a husky whisper of your name. "Is this all for me?"

A lazy smirk lit up his features as he gazed down at you with hungry eyes, tongue poking through the seam of his lips as he tasted your arousal permeating the air of your stuffy bedroom. Your leaking pussy was already starting to soak into the sheets beneath you, the material clinging to your clammy skin as you squirmed under Akechi’s securitising gaze. A chuckle breezed past his lips as his head dipped lower, soft curls of brown locks tickling the sensitive insides of your thighs as your heart raced in your chest, pulse droning so loud you almost didn’t hear Akechi’s next words.

"I could just eat you up~"

You keened loudly as the tip of Akechi’s tongue poked the hood of your clit, the little bud flushing to life as heat licked at the base of your spine and curled in the pit of your stomach. Your blood simmered hotly in your veins as he dragged the slick muscle of his tongue through your creamy folds, sucking on the velvety skin as a pleased hum rumbled in his throat. You tasted so sweet dancing along his tongue, the combination of overly sweet flavours lingering in the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly. You dug your fingers into the fluffy blankets beneath you, nails threatening to rip holes in the material as Akechi lapped at your drooling pussy like a starving man, tongue swirling through your folds as his nose brushed the pretty pearl of your clit. The tightly packed bundle of nerves twitched wildly as a salacious moan crawled out of your throat, your bruised lips parted around whimpers of his name as the hot coil in your belly twisted tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Your eyelashes fluttered over your warm cheeks, the tips of your ears burning with the intensity of a raging inferno at the wet sound of Akechi’s tongue rubbing against your slippery folds, your pussy clenching around nothing as the wet drag of his tongue frayed every single one of your nerves. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as his tongue returned to toy with the hot little button at the top of your pussy, the puffy bud shrieking from the sudden attention. He sucked your clit into his warm mouth, beads of cream dripping down his chin as he slobbered over your messy pussy with an unrefined grace very unbefitting of the young detective. You whined as your clit started to twitch violently in his mouth, body teetering on that familiar edge as the heat inside of you became unbearable.

But before you could reach that high, it was ripped away from you the second that Akechi let go of your succulent pussy with a loud and wet pop. Your hips jolted as you tried to chase his mouth, your throbbing pussy mourning the loss of warmth as you were left hanging by a thread.

"Akechi" you whined, almost choking on a hiccup of pleasure.

A smile crawled over his lips, amusement shimmering in his eyes as he clicked his tongue down at you.

"Not yet, pretty girl" he said, smoothing his hands down your trembling thighs. "I haven’t had my fill quite yet."

Akechi reached behind you to the discarded bottle of whipped cream. He shook the can, stirring up the contents inside before popping the lid. You shivered beneath him as more cool cream was applied to your hot and pulsing cunt, cream once again drowning your pussy and seeping into every crevice of your swollen sex. Akechi dragged his tongue slowly across his lips, mouth salivating as your intoxicating scent curled deep in the pit of his lungs he took. Your chest heaved, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling from arousal as you stared up at him with eyes just as dazed as your mind. You could feel his hot breath tickling your sensitive folds as he crawled back between your parted thighs and indulged in another taste.

[overlordraax]

Please talk about "Meeting Cyclonus’ parents” — I really want to know how that'd go down!

Better than that! I might as well post what I got written!

This was all for a variation of the Galvadad au (a fantasy au one though that doesn't pop up here). But I had a bit of fun writing it. Do enjoy!

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"So where are we going this time?" Roddy asked.

"To Vos," Galvatron said.

"Cool!" The city of fliers. Roddy had heard so much about that. He couldn't wait to see. Good thing he had packed his hoverboard.

"Where to first?"

"We shall be stopping on the mountains just outside the city, to visit Cyclonus's parents."

Roddy turned with huge optics towards the shuttle-jet.

"Whoa!" he whispered in awe. "You have parents?"

Cyclonus was so aloof and scary that Roddy had always imagined that Cyclonus had just kind of sprung fully formed from the ground or an egg or something. He couldn't imagine Cyclonus with a family.

Cyclonus simply nodded in response to Roddy's awe.

"My creators are two of the fiercest warriors to have ever graced the skies. They taught me everything I know about loyalty, devotion and fighting. In battle the two are ruthless and cunning."

"Wow." Now Roddy was imagining two even bigger Cyclonus's and even scarier. Then he gulped and wondered how scary they might actually be.

Galvatron gave a sharp laugh, before patting his hand on Roddy's shoulder.

"Do not worry, you shall meet them soon enough."

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The door was opened and a little purple seeker stepped through. She was wearing a set of optical enhancers on her nasal ridge. Next to Cyclonus she was tiny. She looked up at him and then her optics widened, she turned back into the house and called.

"Dearie! Our Cyclonus is here!" She spun round back to Cyclonus and went to embrace him. Cyclonus got down on his knees and hugged her.

"Hello mummy," he said.

"Oh goodness, we haven't seen you in so long. You just keep getting taller."

"It's because I always eat my greens," Cyclonus smiled. He actually genuinely smiled!

"Well good. I always told you enough as a youngling."

Then another purple femme stepped out. This time a shuttle who was even taller than Cyclonus.

"Oh! It's my little boy!" She managed to engulf all three of them in a hug.

"Hello mama."

Roddy wasn't prepared for any of this. His mind was reeling at what he seeing. These two looked like the nicest femmes he'd ever seen. How could these two possibly be Cyclonus's parents?

Once he was released from the hug the little seeker looked over and noticed the other two waiting there.

"Oh! Galvatron, how lovely to see you again." She came over and gave Galvatron another big friendly hug.

"Always a pleasure to see you."

She next turned her attention to Roddy, and then her optics sparkled.

"And who's this?"

"Hi. I'm Hot Rod," Roddy smiled. Suddenly he found himself instantly wrapped in a big hug.

"Cyclonus! You brought us a grandson!" The seeker exclaimed. Roddy felt sure he could hear Cyclonus spluttering somewhere. "Oh look at you! Aren't you just so cute?"

Roddy was unhooked from the hug and found himself being examined and checked over. The little seeker scrutinising every bit of him.

"Oh, you're so small! And look at your wings!" she said as she looked over Roddy's spoiler.

Suddenly the shuttle was also securitising him and fussing over him.

"How can you fly on those wings? They're so small. I guess he must be a warframe-seeker mix. But I've never a warframe so small. The poor thing's clearly not being fed enough."

"Mama, if I can explain..." Cyclonus tried to say.

"What you need is a good hearty meal," the seeker said, "come on in and we can have some cake."

Roddy was going to protest that he was just the right size for a racer his age but then there was the mention of cake and he immediately shut his mouth.

"Come on inside, just this way," the seeker said as she led Roddy into the home.

[argumate]

someone who comes up with a clever new way to build houses should be celebrated while someone who comes up with a clever new way to securitise mortgage derivatives should be pelted with rotten fruit

[rayanand01]

Benefits of Investing Through Securitisation or LoanX

[fatehbaz]

The impetus [...] was a desire to pick up [...] with ‘those historical alternatives’ that ‘haunt a given society’, as Herbert Marcuse wrote; to find the place where, as Patricia Williams put it, our ‘longings are exiled.’ [...] [T]o challenge the twinned triumphalism of the [...] ‘end of history’ claim and the [...] claim that the political universe had closed shut [after the 1960s]. [...]

[T]he rejectionist epithet: ‘That’s not realistic, that’s utopian!’ [...]

[A] phrase which is often used as a bludgeon to manage proposals, people and actions that have gone too far out of bounds. [...] There were good reasons to distrust and even dismiss the term ‘utopian’, although in my opinion, the main problem was not idealism and futurism, but rather the term’s deeply racialised historiography and narrow set of [...] references. To put it bluntly, the extant meaning of the term treated the [...] colonialism that founded the so-called New World as a successful utopian enterprise, while absenting entirely what Peter Linebaugh and Marcus Rediker call the ‘many-headed hydra’ of the seventeenth-century ‘revolutionary Atlantic’ – those slaves, maids, prisoners, pirates, sailors, heretics, Indigenous peoples, commoners and others who challenged the making of the modern world capitalist system.

There was another kind of utopianism entailed by slaves running away, marronage, piracy, heresy, vagabondage, soldier desertion, and other illegible or discredited forms of escape, resistance, opposition and alternative ways of life that continued, of course, to challenge the modern racial capitalist system over time. This ‘other’ utopianism lends to the term ‘utopian’ a very different meaning – one rooted much more in the past and the present than in an unrealistic future – and a very different notion of politics – one rooted in ongoing social struggles, in various forms of nonparticipation, and in an autonomous politics hostile or indifferent to seizing state power. [...]

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In this context of enhanced militarism and securitisation, the ongoing redistribution of resources from social property to private property has led to more widespread social abandonment and more entrenched inequalities [...].

At the same time, there is widespread, daily, active and open political opposition to all this, at the scale at which people can contest it: protecting this group of migrants from arrest, confinement and deportation; organising this strike among teachers in this city; defending this territory from oil drilling; filing lawsuits against a police department and so on; gathering in public to swear, shout, shake fists, confront the inevitably helmeted riot police. There is also widespread, daily, active, infrapolitical and even secret political opposition, which needs and wants to remain hidden. And there are also so many people, more and more in the Western wealthy countries, looking for ways to think and live on different – better terms – and doing it in small ways, whether in local collectives, or in extended family units, with illegal housing and electricity, alternative currencies, in cities and on old tribal lands.

What will happen we don’t know, of course. But as more people become unable to participate in the existing economic and governing systems, they must find another way. [...] [A] standpoint and a mindset for living on better terms than we’re offered; for living as if you had the necessity and the freedom to do so; for living in the acknowledgement, that despite the overwhelming power of all the systems of domination which are trying to kill us, they never quite become us. [...]

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It thus exists in a particular imaginative space and temporality. This temporality is not the conventional one of utopian literature – ‘what might be’ – nor is it quite the conditional past (‘what could have been’) [...]. [I]n the temporality of what was almost or not quite yet; or what was present and at the same time yet to come. It tries to represent the traces of the remains of the past, or the future yet to come, as if in the present. [...]

The Chimurenga Library and Pan African Space Station put the question this way: ‘Can a past that the present has not yet caught up with be summoned to haunt the present as an alternative?’ What would happen if we understood that what haunts from the past are precisely all those aspirations and actions – small and large, individual and collective – that oppose racial capitalism and empire and live actively other than on those terms of order. These living haunts are part of the past the present hasn’t caught up with yet. This is what I mean by the idea of the utopian margins – an alternate civilisation crossing time and place, accumulating a kind of cultural and political surplus, as Bloch called it. Julius Scott called it ‘the common wind.’

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Words of Avery F. Gordon. As interviewed by Brenna Bhandar and Rafeef Ziadah. “Revolutionary Feminisms: Avery F. Gordon.” As transcribed and published online in the Blog section of Verso Books. 2 September 2020. [Some paragraph breaks and contractions added by me.]

[ratnurse]

I just finished an essay for class about how the EU securitises its external border in response to refugees attempting to enter so I am so full of hatred for the EU right now

[6ebe]

rewatching Batman v superman. Will forever be obsessed with snyder’s decision to make a mainstream high budget comic book movie about the THEODICY PROBLEM and then be surprised that nobody liked it 😭😭

[harrison-abbott]

He had to go get his passport. First ever passport, at this big plush building in the city centre (looked like something out of an action movie). They told him he couldn’t have his phone on. He thought they meant volume wise, and with an icy smile they said it had to be turned completely off. Then he was shown into this securitised room where the air seemed to change and this huge chap was sitting in a desk in front of him. The dialogue between them had to be recorded, too; and he had to answer all of these questions. He fumbled about with the history of his family and his personal details … and it was odd saying all this information as if he felt he was lying, when he knew he wasn’t. But – did this man think he was lying? He fretted whether he would be believed. [Plus, the passport photo they had of him was an embarrassment. He looked like an idiot. It cost him £6 for one take, so he didn’t really wish to try it again: but wished he had now.] “Thanks, young man,” the buff chap said. “That’s us for today.” So it was all done? He was glad, but not glad at the same time, because he wondered whether he’d mucked up. Back outside he met the lady receptionist with the frosty smile and she gave him an identical turn of the lips as he crossed her now on his way out. He descended the stairs. And got out of the building into the airy world again. It was as if he’d just signed his body up to the State and wondered what they were going to do to him if they found out who he was. Even though he was a nobody.

[ljones41]

“STAR WARS” and Politics

I discovered these two articles about politics in the STAR WARS universe:

“How Liberty Dies in a Galaxy Far Far Away Star Wars Democratic Decay and Weak Executives“  by Connor Casey and David Kenny

“Security politics and techno-securitisation in Star Wars: from the Fall of the Jedi to the Reign of the Empire” by Colin Atkinson