#the system is fucked. but he’s invested so much in it by now that he’s afraid to leave

[medicinemane]

And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"

I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse

And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa

And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house

I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished

...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)

And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff

There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government

No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)

Like have some accountability there and in every situation

Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free

If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off

I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)

But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced

Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around

I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)

...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change

(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)

(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)

[lonlonranching]

If I get really into bnha again would y’all be mad at me 👉🏻👈🏻

[yourpsicodelicbitch]

Sun houses and fathers 🌞

Yoshitomi Nara

✨first post of 2024✨

take what resonates, leave what don’t 🎀 you don’t have to necessarily identify with it.

*I use whole sign system -house system- for more certainty

9H: you’re learning constantly from your dad. he teaches you what he’ve learned through his life. he’s teaching you about his mindset, the origin of his beliefs, why he stands for them. he could be someone very religious or faithful, and through that faith he could have teach you things he know now. also, he could be really philosophical and probably has a fixation with politics, investing. he could seem very patient or is constantly worried trying to understand how he can help you.

10H: your dad could be someone really hardworking, who you could have seen work really hard through all this years, making sure you’re satisfied in the economic and study aspect. he could have not been present too much when you were growing up and when he showed up he was too strict, he probably wasn’t conscious or didn’t know how to approach you -could be bc they thought him to bottle up his emotions-. you could end up studying/working on the same career/field your dad’s in.

11H: your dad it’s okay with who you are, or what side you show to them🧐. you’re their fav or they left you. you could feel like the only child/you are. he could seem too disperse, take it how you want to. idk why but mostly of dads of sun 11H are younger than what’s expected. he’s permissive. you were a spoiled kid, that has to do with your dad. “dreams” that word is important, he had a lot of influence and power over yours, he could have destroyed them or making sure you have all the resources -depending on the aspects-.

12H: your dad won’t judge your decisions or you. he’ll be a support. he could have difficulties to put limits in a father-son relationship, you could have felt stressed when you’re seeing how your dad is being bullied by your siblings bc of that attitude. you could have being the one who is protecting them or you’re the more serious/introverted one in the dynamic. or the total opposite: he’s too strict and you had to be careful on how to act. there’s something that happened there… you two could share something obvious, an interest, physical appearance, an adjective, etc. something everyone can point out. also, you could feel a strong or subconscious connection with your dad’s sight of the family.

5H: idk why I have the feeling you didn’t saw your dad for a long time and then you saw him, I’m trying to express that your relationship with him it’s not constant. he could be explosive or impulsive. he could contradict himself so much. he could have had you without planning it/unexpected -you were a surprise for him 🤩-. could be that your parents were young when they had you and etc. that’s why you’re like an experiment 😭 your dad doesn’t know how to approach you and he has a temperament. emotions here are fiery, when each other express their emotions they don’t take a seat and have a chat with a cup of tea, they’ll say how they feel crying and screaming.

6H: your dad could have OCD, no, I’m lying, but he could be really fucked up about order. “thinks have to be like this, why you didn’t let me this at this time?” Or the total opposite, not in the middle. he could get sticker in his routine and if things are not how he planned he get stressed. a perfectionist. he could be strict or conservative. he’s sarcastic, that’s why you could be sarcastic too. he’s hardworking and also could help on campaigns and etc. at some point you could have helped him on working on his health. and you could be the one who end up taking care of him/being the sibling who spends more time with him.

♡ Based on personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[issa-pheonyx]

Being Johnny Cage's Niece...

𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀✨𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻✨, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆. 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘆𝗮'𝗹𝗹 [𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆]🤭

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-He is literally the fun uncle...with such dad jokes and puns that makes you double take on being his favorite. Yes, you're his favorite what makes you think he is open with you hanging around when he is in acting mode at work or he invites you to the red carpet to announce the winners for best actor (AKA him). Plus, there is a new game system you've been investing? He got you. Student loans? No need just tell him how much it is for each semester, he is very supportive of your career. "Is that your uncle Johnny fucking Cage!?" He is at the drop off waiting for you to be picked up in his red Lamborghini, blasting California Love,"Yup...that is my uncle."

-Speaking of his acting career he will NOT permit you to go to any film industry if he is not around. He will confront any sleazy creeps who dare to make you sign a contract, because you will be the biggest star like your uncle. Nope! Not on his watch. "Give me that. Who gave you this paper?" "Uh, some bald guy-" "Yeah, didn't I teach you any better talking to strangers??" "Uncle J you're not even my da-" "I'm calling your mom."

-Not only is he protective, but he will keep mad bugging you to teach you his martial art skills. It is just an excuse to have some uncle and niece bonding-both you hang out 24/7 it is ridiculous-so, you could be his trustee side kick and who knows if he ever has another movie coming in he would definitely drag put you in since you learned martial arts like him. On a serious note though he would let you know he is not doing it for clout (bullshit), but to make sure you are safe and know what to do in dangerous scenarios

-Of course, you will be bombarded with paparazzi when you're hanging with your uncle, however the pictures seem to have a unique pattern about you both. It is like a game between you and Johnny against them. You received little attention before your first movie with your uncle, yet after that you decide to troll them. Every picture they failed to take your face either you wearing a hoodie only seeing your mouth in view, surgical masks and not being to capture you pulling it down when you're eating/drinking cause the angle is shit. Or even then you would position yourself around objects or things that it just looks like a tree branch covered the majority of your face flashing a smile cause Johnny cracked a joke as he was smiling too, eating frozen yogurt going for a walk at the park

-Now being introduced with Lui Kang God of Fire, Sub Zero, Scorpion, and so much was mind blowing. Even you were part of it. Johnny being the protective uncle he absolutely REFUSED to get you involved. So, instead you had to stay close to him at all times since you were forced to join. It was quite a beauty since these different timelines had gorgeous views, so you would snap pictures here and there (without uncle Kenshi knowing cause he bonked you with the sword once). Plus, you were stunned how pretty everyone was there like holy shit why is everyone so hot???

-Furthermore, everyone was just as curious as they were with Johnny to you. "So, you're related to Johnny Cage?" Lui Kang asks as he was behind the entrance door of your uncle's mansion with his arms crossed,"Unfortunately, yes-" "That's it! Youngins' shouldn't be here. The adults are talking." The ladies were a little confused you can be the opposite of Johnny being humorous and all. "How can you tolerate such patience with an uncle so untamed, (Y/N)?" Kitana whispered to you after he told her she was gracefully aging for a 10,000 year old,"I don't know, princess. I question myself that everyday."

-Of course, your uncle J told you to be close to you at all costs, but you end up snapping when someone laid a hand on your uncle. That's when all that work of martial arts paid off when you were popping awf, honey. Everyone was shook and couldn't believe their eyes even Mileena complimented,"Such fire you show within kombat! I wish you can stay here in the Outworld to teach all my guards." You chuckled,"I would be very honored, your majesty, but I don't think uncle Johnny would be okay with that."

-Being his niece has taught you to enjoy life even when things don't go your way it'll get better. With you he learned that not everything shouldn't be taken so lightly when it is necessary especially to those he has a special bond with. Lets just say it is a healing and mind opening moment for you and you uncle away from the riches, the media, and fame into the Outworld

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[kitty-meowskers]

AVENTURINE RAMBLE ALERT!!!

tw: suicidal tendencies/ideation? let me know if i should add anything because im not used to needing to add this stuff- im usually goofy abt him but ive been thinking about this for a while now

aventurine puts quite the emphasis when he tells us that he doesn't make deals he can lose

yet he doesn't seem to hesitate to risk his life, doing it willingly even, like in the final victor light cone where it was down right unnecessary

sorry pal but no sane man would do that, it's almost like he craves to 'lose' one of these gambles, like dying would be a kind of victory in and of itself.

and in a way, taking his backstory into consideration, it does kind of make sense...? he doesn't have anything to live for other than being the sole survivor of the massacre. he was bought as a slave because he was lucky enough to survive. he climbed the ranks because he was lucky enough to win the bets he made, the bets he made in hopes of regaining his freedom. but at some point it wasn't about regaining his freedom anymore. even as one of the stonehearts, all he is is a chip for the ipc. and he's accepted it.

he cant get out of the system (unless he dies) and he's accepted that he's just a tool. it's even mentioned in his first meeting voiceline.

"Your humble servant Aventurine at your disposal, just a cog in the machine called the IPC's Strategic Investment Department. Nevertheless, I can also play the role of friend if needed"

(wow promoted from slave to servant)

before the thrill of the gambles was 'If i win this, i'll finally have a little more freedom' but now it's are 'if i lose this, i'll lose it all' (a part of me considers that this is where kakavasha became aventurine)

he's a coward in his own way to me. i think the majority can agree that this man is suicidal (HE FUCKING ATTEMPTED MULTIPLE TIMES JUST TO 'CHECK' IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY DIE IN THE DREAMSCAPE WTF??) but he's suicidal in the way that although he does want to end his life, he's too scared to do it directly by his own hands.

but also perhaps it's not just fear. as the only avgin left he also feels the burden of making sure his people don't just 'go extinct' (for lack of a better word). his family put so much faith in him before they left. would it really be ok for him to give up like that?

(side note: he mentioned before he didnt really appreciate the rain. perhaps the two are related?)

so instead, comparable to a person who stops checking for cars before crossing the road, he gambles, willingly risking his life, in hopes that his luck will eventually run out by itself...

i love him guys. i promise.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt. 17

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: slight violence/ blood/ weapon/

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You don’t know why you went out in your part of town this late at night. You were just trying to cope with your feelings for Nat and your confusion about Leon and it was all getting to be too much. Not to mention the recurrence of your PTSD.

You just needed your comfort food and now it was going to cost you your life. Or your dignity.

You suck in a sharp breath as you take another left, several feet behind you the man in a dark hoodie does the same.

Was this really how you were going to die? 

Your phone buzzes frantically in your hand but you’re terrified if you look at it he’ll suddenly be right behind you.

The occasional glance behind you is doing you no favors and the nearest police station is a mile away according to Google Maps.

Could you make it there before he made it to you? Would he sense where you were going and attack you?

The sound of your phone ringing spooks you as the ringtone blares.

A ringtone you set specifically for Nat. A ringtone you weren’t sure you’d ever hear.

Mind racing, you wonder if it’s an accident. You wait a second for her to hang up or for your phone company to send you a text that says “Haha you were so desperate we decided to prank you! Now pay your phone bill!”

But the sound continues and you stare at her profile picture as your heart pounds. It’s a picture she sent you of her flipping you off. It’s only a shot of her hand and some grass but you saved the photo immediately nonetheless. 

Your finger hovers over the accept call button. 

Now that the moment that you’d been waiting for had finally come, why did you feel so scared?

Pressing the accept button, your phone is suddenly thrown out of your hand as a body bumps into yours. 

Usually, your first instinct would be to apologize but considering what they interrupted the first word out of your mouth is a frustrated “hey!” before you take in the figure in front of you.

Your blood runs cold and you glance behind you to see that the man that was following you is no longer behind you.

The man in front of you gives you a menacing smile, his teeth are yellow and crooked and you subconsciously take a step back, causing the man to reach out and grab your wrist.

“Hey now, this doesn’t have to be hard if you don’t make it hard”

A shiver runs down your spine and you try and pull your wrist free from his grip to no avail.

“Please,” you try and plead “please let me go”

“I just want some money that’s all” his eyes are red and irritated and you realize that you might not be dealing with a sober person right now. The thought does nothing to help your growing fear. He takes another step closer to you and you flinch “C’mon I just want-” 

The man stumbles back clutching his head. Your head is spinning and you don’t understand what happened until you see your bag of ice cream on the ground. Looking down at your shaking hand you see it stuck in a swinging position.

When did you do that? I guess in a flight or flight situation you were fight.

You pouted at your ice cream on the ground before an angry grumble from the man in front of you turned your attention back to him.

“You fucking bitch!” Spit flies from his mouth as he screams at you and you cringe, taking another step back as the man pulls something from his pocket. 

Terror fills your system as you notice it’s a pocket knife

“All I wanted was some money but you had to go and make things worse for yourself didn’t you?”

The man lunges at you and you quickly move to the side, trying to remember what you could from your rewatches of Criminal Minds. You really should have invested in some self-defense classes.

The man stumbles forward, almost losing his balance. Maybe you could use his intoxication to your advantage.

Attempting to throw him off, you try to push him to the ground while he’s frazzled but his hand catches yours as soon as it touches him. He jerks his hand with the knife forward and places the blade uncomfortably on your throat.

You swallow and feel the cold metal move as your throat bobs.

Tears immediately pricked your eyes. Was this how you were going to die? You were just starting to make friends with people from work. There was so much you still wanted to do. People you still wanted to meet. Your eyes drop to your phone on the ground, the screen is black and it looks like there’s a crack across the top. 

You were so close to hearing Nat’s voice. The thought turns your fear into frustration. Staring into the eyes of your assaulter you notice his face is drawn in anger. 

Why is he the one who gets to be angry? Why is he screaming? He attacked you. 

Your thoughts turn from frustration to rage and your body is fueled by adrenaline. You swiftly knee him in the balls and push him off of you. 

He crumples in pain for a second before sloppily swinging his knife in your direction.

The blade manages to slice your left shoulder and you hiss as a stinging pain takes over your arm.

You feel warm liquid seeping into your shirt, it’s a stark contrast to the cool night air but you ignore it in favor of defending yourself.

The man attempts to swing at you again but is unable to keep his balance in his inebriated state and he falls forward on his arms. He grunts in anger and attempts to get up but both of you spot the blood on the floor at the same time.

You freeze and blood drips from somewhere under him and you notice he fell on the arm that was holding the knife.

“Ah, shit-” The man attempts to move again but flinches, all he can do is sit there panting in pain. The sight of the sticky shiny red blood on his hand makes you dizzy. You don’t know what to do or how to even begin helping him.

You take a step back, crouching down to grab your phone and wincing when it shoots pain through your shoulder. You deduce you probably need stitches as a pained voice pleads behind you

“Hey hey hey wait- don’t-”

“Hey!” A boyish voice shouts from somewhere not too far away and panic fills you. This does not look good for you. Not to mention you weren’t feeling all too great from your wound either. If there was another voice nearby that meant this guy could get help soon and you could run.

You spared one more glance at the guy who ruined your night and then booked it in the other direction clutching your shoulder. Hoping that whoever else was there wouldn’t follow you.

~

A few minutes of running later your shoulder is throbbing and your shirt is thoroughly ruined as blood still trickles from your wound. You couldn’t put as much pressure as you wanted because of your running and you feel a little light-headed from blood loss when you spot the police station a few buildings away. 

Relief floods your body as you push yourself toward the building and when a kind female police officer rushes over to you in the lobby you don’t even realize you're crying until your vision gets blurry and she’s whispering comforting words in your ear.

You hear her call for a medic before exhaustion overtakes you and you pass out.

Pt.18

A/n: Giving you two chapters this week because I love you guys and I hate cliffhangers~ Starry

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[qqueenofhades]

So it looks like Sinema, having gotten her requisite pound of flesh for her billionaire hedge fund buddies (basically, they agreed to keep the carried-interest tax loophole and replace it with an excise tax on stock buybacks), has finally agreed to support the Inflation Reduction Act, otherwise known as the $740 billion "pretty much Build Back Better but we are calling it something different" bill that Manchin and Schumer came out with. If/when it passes, which could be as soon as this weekend, the Democrats will have achieved -- with a 50-50 Senate with two habitual Manchurian candidates, a four-seat House majority, a rampantly fascist opposing party, a Supreme Court openly bent on destroying democracy and personal liberty, and an active criminal investigation into the previous administration -- at least the following:

The American Rescue Plan, aka the first post-inauguration $1.9 trillion Covid relief package, which was the largest investment in the working class since the New Deal;

The bipartisan infrastructure bill, which is the first major structural and transportation modernization and systemic overhaul for the country since the 1970s;

The first significant gun safety legislation in 30 years and since at least the Clinton administration;

Multiple executive orders now signed on protecting abortion rights and access to reproductive care, including travel out of state if necessary;

A bill in the works to officially codify same-sex marriage and thus protect it from SCOTUS;

Reauthorization and improvement of the Violence Against Women Act, including strong new protections for LGBTQ+ and Native American victims of domestic abuse or sexual assault, including the ability for Native courts to prosecute non-Native offenders for sex crimes for the first time in history;

Finally (FINALLY) making lynching a federal hate crime;

The largest climate legislation ever passed in America (this bill), which also establishes a federal minimum 15% corporate tax rate and lowers healthcare costs, including for essential medications like insulin, by, like, a lot;

Passage of the PACT Act, aka expanding healthcare for disabled veterans exposed to burn pits, also the biggest expansion in this field for a generation despite Republicans briefly killing it in an outburst of pettiness;

Consistent big packages of support for Ukraine, rebuilding of foreign alliances, huge bipartisan support for including Sweden and Finland in NATO (hahahaha fuck you Josh Hawley);

The CHIPS act, which creates tech and manufacturing jobs in America and was made even sweeter by how thoroughly they fucked over McTurtle to do it (since oh boy does he deserve a taste of his own medicine);

Ketanji Brown Jackson, the first Black woman on SCOTUS, and not an awful white supremacist stand-in like Clarence Thomas, but a genuinely progressive and thoughtful jurist;

Cancellation of almost $6 billion in student loans for the poorest and most defrauded borrowers, such as those who attended scam for-profit "colleges";

And so on and so forth!!!

So like. Please tell me more about how the Democrats are incompetent, their leadership is bad, they are in Disarray TM, you are a terrible person if you support Biden or give them any credit at all, and you're just not excited to vote because they haven't done anything. Like yes! There is a lot more to do! Despite them suddenly deciding to play ball on this particular occasion, Manchin and Sinema still need to be made irrelevant as soon as possible! But as I said, this is happening with the thinnest of imaginable Congressional control, as the other party is literally trying to destroy democracy in real time before our faces. That is not irrelevant.

Also: ruby-red Kansas curb-stomped an attempt to outlaw abortion rights, and approximately 77% of the entire country supports this current bill. The generic Congressional ballots have all shown major movement toward Democrats, and frankly, I have a feeling that we have only just started to see the full impact of post-Roe fallout. So if you get off your asses, quit whining, and put the work in, we could actually win the midterms and then do EVEN MORE!

So yeah. Uh. Food for thought.

[sugurusluts]

Hi!! Can I request a Connor x reader with a scenario where he just casually licks some evidence with his fingers and reader just goes "Ew Connor! I kiss you with those lips! Don't do that!!" I wanna know what Connors reactions would be lololol

Analysis

Connor x reader

No warnings!

Connor didn’t know why his blood analysis made his co workers so uncomfortable. His prime focus was of course his mission, but he cares very much about the happiness and well being of those around him.

Ever since he started receiving stares and verbal abuse when he used his function he decided to do his work in private.

You stroll through the long hallways of the house (now crime scene) on the prowl for your favorite deviant hunter.

You hadn’t been working with Connor for too long, just a couple months or so. He managed to light up your job with every polite comment or kind smile he gave you. Considering how you were one of the only people on the force who treated him with respect he clung to you like a lost puppy. A relationship forming was almost inevitable.

You found him kneeling over where the trail of thirium he located began. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was deep in focus. His jacket was off, hung on the back of a chair, so you could see the tense muscles of his back.

You leaned against the doorway, enamored with your boyfriends every move. That was until he swiped the floor with the pads of his middle and ring finger.

You furrowed your brow. What the fuck is he doing?

He calmly lifted his fingers to his lips, placing them against his tongue.

Your jaw dropped as you started gawking at his actions. He heard your sputtering, turning to face you.

“Y/N?”

“Connor what the hell was that?!” A wild smile came to your face as you tried to hold back your laughter. What the fuck was he doing?!

“Oh…I apologize Y/N, this is how I analyze thirum. Most of my colleagues are uncomfortable with it, so I try to conduct this in private..” he rambled, trying to explain himself while a blue blush rose to his face as you stared him down.

“…so this is an everyday sort of thing?”

“I do not have a case where I need to analyze thirium everyday, but every case containing android violence, yes”

“Connor…I kiss you with those lips.”

The blue tint on his face only grew darker as he tried to find the words to say.

“Have I had thirium in my mouth?!”

“No, Y/N-“

“Connor, oh my god I can never kiss you again after this” you shook your head with disbelief, covering your mouth.

“Y/N my model has internal cleaning, there is no chance you’ve had thirium in your system due to kissing me” a soft look overtook his face as he tried to comfort you.

“Invest in mouthwash this instant”

A calm look overtook his face, newfound confidence filling his words.

“I understand Y/N, I apologize. I won’t use this function anymore. Thank you for communicating with me” he stated, as seriously as he could.

You smiled weakly at him, “Connor it’s alright, I was messing with you, I don’t want to get in the way of your jo-“

“-It’s perfectly fine, I refuse to do anything that makes you uncomfortable” he smiled with sincerity.

2 weeks later~

“Jesus fucking Christ Connor, this case is gonna take forever if you don’t buck up and do your job!” Hank barked at him. This case was moving much slower with having to send blood away to be tested instead of Connors analysis.

“Y/N feels uncomfortable with my analysis. I won’t be using that feature anymore, I apologize for the case taking longer than usual, but there is nothing I can do about it” he smiled at his friend, as if the situation made sense.

Hank grumbled, angrily typing your number into his phone to give you a piece of his mind.

[brostateexam]

Have not been saying much for a while because everything is hard.

I. My BiL has had c diff three times now and after the third time the oncologist decided to take a damn the torpedoes approach because they were wasting weeks that should have been devoted to chemo because he was too sick and too weak to withstand outpatient treatment. I haven't seen him irl since December but my mom says he looks rough and if his immune system is so messed up that he keeps getting c diff idk that I really want to visit him. What if I get him sick?

All of this is background to me, though, because mostly I'm invested in my sister. She wants to divorce him. He needs to be better enough that she won't face ostracization for doing so. I am invested in him getting better enough for that to proceed for her sake.

II. Something about my relationship with my mom has been bothering me and I finally figured out what it is: everything is equally important to her. She doesn't prioritize anything. If I am having a tough time and ask for help she'll say "well I'm busy every day this week but I can come over next week in Thursday for ninety minutes" and then when she comes over I ask her what she was up to, both to make conversation and because I'm nosy, and it's like... she volunteered for a clothing drive at the synagogue. She went grocery shopping. She went to a farmer's market. Thanks for fitting me into your schedule, I guess! Glad to know I am on the same level as farm fresh tomatoes.

III. I have been having a really tough time of it for the last few months. The vacation in Mexico was... Not restful. Shane had a seizure on the plane and I spent the first two days managing logistics related to that (and navigating the extra ~$2k I spent covering his medical costs while on the trip). His back is still fucked up almost two months later and so I get to do extra housework and chores because he can't lift or bend without being in pain.

IV. Resultant to III, I had a really awful period of about a month with an online friend who started being super short and terse with me because I've been around online less. It was really clear he felt like I was ditching him to go hang out with my cool friends or something, instead of the reality of the situation: I'm cleaning litter boxes and doing yard work and changing the sheets on the bed aka #livingthedream. I told him about all the stuff that was going on but it was clear he didn't believe me or resented my absence nevertheless. This came to a head with me basically texting him an essay about why he was being a bad friend. In a turn of good news, he listened, and apologized, and we mended fences. That was nice because I just don't know how much more bad news I can take right now.

V. I've been struggling with work but really it's just. My boss. My coworkers like me. My project sponsors like me. My skip level likes me. My exec likes me. It's just him. We don't have a good relationship and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know that it is fixable. This is a problem because this is the guy I need in my corner to advance my career and I don't know that he'll do that for me. The alternative is leaving my company, which sounds attractive on paper but in practice the job market is so so bad and it's just so discouraging. The idea of a new job sounds incredible. I wish I could do that. Maybe even a career change.

VI. Unfortunately, that's not gonna happen because of financial pressures. NGL, as much as I like my house (and I do -- I love its little windows, I love my pink dining nook and green bedroom, I love the mature fruit trees and pretty backyard full of wildflowers), I wish i had the cash in hand, instead. I feel trapped here, and like I'm making the most of it. That's a shit feeling to have.

VII. I've started regaining weight. Not a lot. Fifteen pounds since October. But it's scaring me. It's making me wonder if this whole surgery thing was pointless because I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to eat myself to death. So I'm trying to beat it back without resorting to "diet culture behaviors" (read: disordered eating) and that's tough.

There could be a separate post for things that are going well perhaps, but this is what's going not so well and it feels like a lot. Sometimes it feels like too much.

[starsomens]

Warnings: language! Argument! Established relationship! Noah puts his hands on Y/N, BUT NOT HITTING!!!

Noah was the owner of many businesses and companies. One of his earlier and most successful investments was a strip club and bar. After he invested and fixed it up it was bringing enough money for him to invest and build other businesses. Aside from him being the head of an organization it was just extra income. However, before you started dating he’d go on the weekends and stay there most nights to see how it’s doing or just enjoy the club

But after you had been dating for about 2 years, he let you in on what his life was really like. The luxury, the money, the danger, the true way the system had worked. He told you if you wanted to leave he’d understand and he wouldn’t hold it against you nor would he try and convince you to stay. But you never wanted him for the money or perks or anything like that. You loved him for him……although currently you wanted to rip his head off.

You knew that there were times where he had to go and observe his investments, even if that meant posing as a customer. He was late to a special dinner you had planned and you were so pissed you made one of his men take you to his location. When you had pulled into the parking lot of the club you groaned. You had asked him not to go just because you felt uncomfortable with him being in there. He said he’d try to go as least as could, but that lasted only a short while, then back to regular visits.

Recognizing who you were security let you in through the back door without a second thought. You knew which private booth was for him and his investors and you had only seen them at first….until some girl only wearing a thong had straddled his lap. Her body was swaying and grinding against him and you could feel your blood boiling. You didn’t move and instead decided to simply call his phone and when he picked up you asked

“Are you enjoying your little dance Mr.Sebastian?” He looked over and saw you. He had gotten up as if the girl wasn’t even there and ran after you. The entire ride home was an argument and here you were still arguing about an hour in and 1 vase broken that you had beamed at him out of anger

“I fucking own the club what do you want me to fucking do Y/N!?” He yelled back at you

“I don’t know maybe don’t fucking go!” You answer

“Oh alright and let us go broke, let shit fall apart right?” He furrowed his brows as his hands rest on his hips

“Oh who gives a fuck about the fucking Money!?” You fall into a chair and rest your forehead in your palm

“You seem to give a fuck about the money” he chuckles more out of frustration than actual humor “we’ve fabric in your body, every gem, each nail and inch of make up is because I go to the fucking club and make sure shit is running how it’s it’s supposed to”

“Oh so having some naked girl in your lap is being you money?” You asked as you stand from your steps again

“I have businesses to run Y/N. That bring us money, the money that gets us food, this fixing house, all your clothes and cars and jewelry” he tells you as he waves his hands in front of him frantically, his usually calm temper coming to its end

“I don’t give a shit!” You stomp your foot “if you visit that club so much you gotta be fucking one of them, why else would you go so often?!” You were honestly speaking out of anger ans frustration but why would he go so fucking often?

“Oh don’t fucking being that bullshit up. If you’re gonna use something against me at least make it a good argument” he rolled his eyes “

“I see how they all fucking look at you. They always want to come and give you a little dance” you push more as you step closer to him “and you love it don’t you? You love knowing you still got it huh?”

“Y/N stop-“

“Am I just not enough for you?”

“Y/N no one said-“

“You want to go and fucking Cheat every weekend and feel good about it?” You keep going

“Y/N…stop. Now.” Noah took a deep breath.

“I’d you fucking like her so much then go and fuck her then!” You yell at him

“Y/N!-“

“Maybe She’ll suck your dick and make you food aside form fucking other people too-“ you keep going and going as your hands dance in front do your face to emphasize what you meant

“Y/N!” He finally snapped and grabbed both do your forearms stopping your motions and being you close to his face “you say one more fucking word about it, I’ll make sure you don’t speak another word for the rest of the night, do you understand?”

“I-I-“ you try and answer but your voice was caught in your throat

“Do you understand?!” He raised his voice more and shook you as he asked again He’s never spoken to you like that before. He never wanted to. You weren’t everyone else. You were his girl.

All that could be heard was his panting and your voice trying to escape from your throat as a cry. He realized his grip on you was too tight, you were shaking and your eyes were scared….of him. He lets you go and overlooks you. You arms come in close to your body, almost shielding yourself from him

“Y/N…baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I-i” he reach out to you just for you to step back further from him

What has he done? You slowly make make your way to the door without looking away

“Baby please, im so sorry you know I’d never hurt you!” He tried to console you but you ran out as soon as the door opened “Y/N wait!”

He called for you but you don’t look back as you disappear upstairs most likely into the bedroom.

“FUCK!” Cursed out and slammed the door to his office. His fist finding the wall with a pinch, chairs kicked, papers scattered.

In this world you become what you practice. In his line of work he had swore to you and himself that he’d NEVER let you be on the receiving end…now look at him

He became what he hated the most.

Part 2????👀 part 2

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[withahappyrefrain]

Hi! For the event, can I request "ac is out and we're not wearing much" for everyone's fave Robert Floyd please? :D

ABSOLUTELY. 18+

For all the funding the military receives, one would think they'd invest in upgrading their HVAC system.

Today you learned that was not the case. The AC had been out since five. Meaning it was way too hot to reasonably hold trainings and classes.

Many of your colleagues took the unexpected day off to head to the beach. The idea of going somewhere even hotter was not appealing.

So you opted to stay. Though, you wondered how much better your room was compared to the beach.

You remember there being popsicles in the freezer of the communal kitchen. The icy treat sounded way better than staying in your hot, stuffy room.

You made your way through the hall, grateful that they were empty. It was hot and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to someone.

Cool air hit your face as you opened the freeze. Thank god there were popsicles, because who knows what you would do if there wasn't. You reached in to grab one, quickly tearing off the wrapper. The cool icy treat felt like heaven in your mouth.

"Hey Sunflower!" Your eyes perked up at your call sign and you turned around, wondering how the hell one could sound so damn chipper when it was blazing hot.

Upon taking sight of your greeter, you just about gagged on the popsicle.

It made sense. It shouldn't be a surprise. One had to be in decent shape to be a pilot, even if he was a WSO. So you definitely shouldn't be surprised and your eyes definitely shouldn't be widened, nor should your mouth be slacked upon seeing first hand that Robert "Bob" "Just Bob" Floyd didn't look alright without a shirt on.

He looked fucking hot.

You usually saw Bob more in the library, but you had occasionally seen him walk into the gym with his squad. So again, it shouldn't be a shock and you should really stop staring at the outline of his abs-

"Sunflower? You good?" Oh you had definitely been caught staring.

"Huh?" Gee could you sound any more obvious? "Oh yeah! Sorry. Uh, brainfreeze."

Bob was cute. You knew had come to terms with that. He didn't have an ego the size of Texas and was definitely the more levelheaded one out of the Maverick mission crew. Often when your groups intermingled, you'd find yourself sitting next to him at the bar, making small talk.

He was sweet and kind and respectful and you definitely had a crush on him. A crush you thought at the time was small and manageable.

Now, not so much.

"A brain freeze sounds much better than this," He motioned to the room, with that sweet smile that made your heart flutter.

Bob pointed to the freezer and good lord, his biceps, "Are there any more in there?"

You nodded your head, quickly wiping away what you hoped wasn't drool from the corner of your mouth.

He nodded his head, walking over to the freezer. Your eyes followed noticing that his usually gelled hair was curly and being kept under a hat fuck his back was muscular too.

"It's over there," You walked over, sandwiching yourself right between Bob and the fridge. Your hand reached for the popsicle that was on the lower shelf-something you easily saw due to your lack of height.

"Here ya-" your sentence was cut off, for as soon as you turned around you landed right in front of his toned chest.

Of course he smelled good.

"Hey, you okay?" Bob asked, his blue eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally fine-why wouldn't I be fine?" A laugh accompanied your sentence, one you hoped was convincing.

"Well, for starters you dropped your Popsicle," he pointed out. You looked down at the floor and yup, there was your icy treat. Melting away on the ground.

"You're also sweating a lot," his hands brushed against your bare arms, "You're also really clammy."

Was it that obvious? He was going to think you were a creep and rightfully so. While Bob didn't seem like the type to go about bragging that he made you look like an idiot, that wasn't going to stop the shame you'd now feel when-

"I think you're dehydrated. When was the last time you had water?"

Sure. That's totally plausible. It was the lack of water that was causing you to act out of sorts. Not Bob Floyd's pecs.

"I got three fans going in my room. Why don't we grab some ice and head back there to cool you off?" His hands were now firmly on your shoulders and wow they were big hands.

Wait. Room. His room.

Nope. That was a horrible idea. You should just go to the infirmary on base.

"Sure." Apparently your basement heart was doing the talking today.

--------------------------------

Just stay calm, stay fucking calm, you told yourself as you entered Bob's room.

"I can always go to the infirmary, you don't have to spend your day off taking care of me," You told him. Your feet should have been moving towards the door, but they remained planted on the ground.

"I don't mind," He smiled as he got out a towel and laid it on his bed. Because of course he didn't mind taking care of you. That was just Bob's way and one of the reasons you liked-

No, you couldn't think about that. Not when you were about to lie down on his bed.

Oh God you were going to be on his bed.

Just stay calm.

Just stay calm, Bob told himself as you laid down on his bed. The sports bra you wore rose a bit as you laid down, exposing more of your tattoo that he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of since running into you in the kitchen.

It made sense now why your call sign was sunflower. Inked marigold petals peaked out of your sports bra, trailing down your left rib cage.

You having a tattoo wasn't new to Bob. He first noticed the small illustration of lavender that adorned your right ankle the first time everyone went out to the Hard Deck. In fact, it was all he could focus on that night. Aside from your stunning smile.

It was just the fact you had more tattoos that set his mind off. Like how what looked like three flower stems would peek out on your right ribcage when you raised your hand.

Much better to focus on that than your thighs. Thighs that Bob may or may not have thought about late at night with his hand on his-

"Five. I have five, if you're wondering." You removed the cool washcloth to reveal those sparkling eyes, "I like letting people find out the others on their own."

Oh sweet Jesus. You were going to be the death of him with that seductive smirk.

He placed a hand on your arm, frowning at how it was still warm.

"Keep the washcloth on and keep sipping the water," Bob instructed, "Usually the best cure for dehydration is an air conditioned space, but we seem to be short on that today."

A chuckle escaped your lips, "How do you know so much?"

"I was an Eagle Scout. Worked pretty hard for my merit badge in first aid." Of course he was an Eagle Scout. Of course.

"What else did you get your badges in?" You asked, trying to ignore the way his dog tags were dangling over you as he leaned over to apply another cool washcloth to your forehead.

"Well to be an Eagle Scout there were some that were required. You know, lifesaving, hiking, emergency preparedness, camping. Got really good at learning how to tie knots."

Was the gasp you let out from what he just implied or from the ice cube that was now being traced along your neck?

"Sorry!" Bob apologized, "Shoulda warned you. Helps keep you cool."

"I-it's fine," you mumbled, "I trust you."

The ice cube trailed down your neck to your collarbone. The coldness was a great respite on your hot, clammy skin. You tried to focus on the ceiling, but your eyes kept trailing back down to watch his long fingers trace the ice cube along your skin.

Bob's fingers were gentle, yet targeted. A shudder ran through your body as you felt the coldness hit your ribs, spreading to your stomach. His blue eyes were focused on your body and it's reaction to the ice cube.

Why did he have to have his tongue stick out as he concentrated on running the ice cube over your thigh? Was it truly necessary oh fuck he just licked his lips.

This was a new low for you. It truly was pathetic. His lips were just chapped, he wasn't licking them at you. If Phoenix found out about this, she would never let you live it down. And rightfully so.

It was stupid how hot he was.

"It's stupid how what I am?" Bob asked, his eyes now on your face.

Oh fuck. Oh no. Did you actually say that out loud?

All that could come out of your mouth was a confused "huh?". Maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to convince him that he misheard you.

"You...you said it was stupid how hot I am."

Nope.

"Oh, did I?" You forced a laugh out of you, "I...that's not what I meant. I was trying to say it's stupid how hot it is. But I was looking at you so that's probably why I said that."

Realization just hit you like a freight train.

"Not that you're not hot! You are hot," this wasn't getting any better, "Not like that. I mean yes, you're very nice to look at but that's not all you have to offer and I'm just going to stop talking right now."

Your hands flew to your face, covering it. Not that it helped conceal how flustered you felt. You were never going to live this down and rightfully so.

A low chuckle filled your ears. You felt a large pair of hands pry yours away from your face.

"You're really cute when you're flustered," Bob remarked, his face now inches away from yours. The cool metal of his dog tags grazed your chest.

He thought you were cute.

Oh.

His lips were barely an inch away from yours.

It felt like you two were staring at each other for an eternity. The room was dead quiet, aside from heavy breathing and silently loud realizations.

In the end, you propped yourself up with your elbows, closing the distance between you and Bob.

At first, it was just your lips moving, as it took Bob a second to process that you were actually kissing him.

But then a switch went off. Call it realization hitting him like a freight train or the way your hips brushed against his when you leaned up to deepen the kiss.

Either way, you soon found your back against the mattress and a pair of large hands gripping your thighs.

His hat finally came off. More like you threw it off, as you had been dying to run your fingers through his hair. You grabbed a handful of hair, tugging it.

The action earned a grunt out of Bob, a near animalistic sound you didn't expect from the quiet, reserved pilot.

Curious, you repeated the motion. A similar noise came out of Bob's mouth, this time more gutteral. He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.

Alright, maybe he wasn't so reserved.

Bob was used to the shock. He didn't exactly radiate an assertive presence at work. He just didn't find it necessary.

But he knew what he liked in the bedroom.

He also knew that if you kept tugging on his hair and grinding your hips, he was going to come in his shorts like a teenager. And Bob much preferred your mouth or hand (or inside of you, if you allowed).

"Use your words," he ordered, surprising you even further.

Usually it's nice to see a new side of people. Not so much when you know that new side will have you completely and utterly under his thumb.

"Use your words," He repeated, "Tell me what you want."

Oh, you were so screwed.

"Y-you," you gulped, "Been wanting you for the last month." Great, you were rambling again.

Bob's eyes widened, "You mean we could have been doing this for a whole month?"

You nodded, a giggle escaping your lips. Bob joined in, all the tension melting away. He pressed his forehead against yours as you two continue to laugh about how obvious your feelings were for each other upon reflection.

Neither of you mind that what probably should have been a more sexual moment had turned into something sweet. It put you both at ease, allowing you to laugh as you took turns sharing the details of the development of your crush on one another between soft kisses.

But even sweet kisses can turn heated. You discovered this upon kissing along his jawline, causing Bob in turn to grab your thighs and bring them to his hips.

You were at a crossroads. You could continue simply kissing. You could stop, maybe go out to some restaurant that had proper AC.

Or you could keep going.

"Y'know," Bob began, "I hear that uh...sweating is good for treating dehydration. Would you want to-"

"Yes." Sounding desperate was no longer a concern. The man just admitted to falling for you his first day on base.

"I also hear that....removing any extra clothing is helpful." How could someone be so cheeky but also bashful at the same time? The way the tips of his ears were turning red was adorable, it was unfair.

So, to make it an even playing field, you sat up, making quick work of removing your sports bra. You were unable to contain your grin as you laid back down, Bob's eyes wide.

"Fuck." Did it give you a boost of pride that you were able to make the man who never cursed, curse?

Little bit.

Any boost in ego you just gained faded as his hands touched your rib cage, his fingers tracing over your now fully exposed tattoos.

"Knew it. I knew they were flowers," He muttered as he stared at the three flowers that adorned the right side of your rib cage.

A taunting comment about finding the other two was on the tip of your tongue. It quickly died as you felt his teeth graze your chest.

Normally, you'd say something about no hickeys. Whether it was due to the heat or the fact Bob's long fingers were kneading your breasts, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

At least about the hickeys. You were quite vocal about the way his fingers felt, pinching your nipples before trailing down your stomach, to the waistband of your shorts.

The somewhat cool air from the fans hit your now exposed core. Bob's thumb traced over the outline of a sun that adorned your hip.

He leaned down, his tongue lavishing the newly discovered tattoo. His fingers were now tracing over the apex of your thigh, not quite close enough to where you wanted him, where you needed him the most.

Bob couldn't help but chuckle as you spread your legs. His lips trailed back up your stomach, to your breasts, up to your neck until they finally reached your own lips.

He was such a good kisser, you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, despite the current ache between your legs.

You felt a pair of large hands grip your thighs. Final-

Your whole body was lifted off the mattress, eliciting a squeal that Bob thought was the cutest noise he had ever heard. Now the positions had switched with Bob lying down and you on top of him.

You couldn't tell what turned you on more- the fact you were on top of him, completely exposed or the fact he was strong enough to just casually manhandle you.

"Sit up." Your brow furrowed in confusion, though you still obeyed.

"Up." You looked at Bob, who was currently placing his glasses on the nightstand. He noticed your confused look and grinned as he pointed to his face.

"Sweating is a good way to treat dehydration. What better way to sweat than riding?"

Your mouth fell open, shocked that Bob Floyd not only knew what that was, but also that he just asked you to sit on his face.

His smile faltered, concern replacing it, "unless you don't want-"

"I want to," You cut him off and moved yourself upwards so you were hovering over his head.

Bob flashed you that cheeky, lopsided smile you were now desperate to see more often, before hooking his arms under your thighs.

In addition to looking good without a shirt, Bob Floyd also knew how to work his mouth. Your hips bucked against his face as soon as you felt his tongue on your clit.

You were quite thankful that the majority of your colleagues were at the beach because keeping quiet with Bob Floyd's head between your thighs was quite difficult.

His nose brushed against your clit, the movement sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You leaned forward, gripping the sheet with one hand, the other finding its way into his sunkissed hair.

You and Bob were both pretty perceptive. It was part of your job after all. He learned quickly based on your moans that you really enjoyed it when his tongue brushed against your walls.

You had learned that tugging his hair would elicit a moan out of him, one that would vibrate against your core and send chills up your spine.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Bob hummed against you, signaling that he heard you. However, his tongue refused to let up against your clit.

You tried to sit up, trying to move your thighs away from his face. Bob sensed this, tightening the grip he has on them.

Your eyes met his dark blue ones, confused because did he realize what would happen if he kept doing that?

"I need to-" you began, but were cut off with a grunt from down below. Bob shook his head before latching onto your clit.

Oh fuck, he knew exactly what would happen. He knew and he wanted it.

The realization, along with the circles he was drawing on your bundle of nerves, sent you crashing over the edge. You were definitely grinding yourself against his face and could feel the sweat trickling down your neck and chest.

Normally you'd care about being loud, you'd have some restraint, but Bob's mouth had thrown all that out the window.

Your hand tightened its grip in his hair, the light locks acting as an anchor to keep you from collapsing as his mouth continued to help you ride out your high.

As you slowly came back to reality, it hit you that Bob's head was still very much between your thighs.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You rushed, scrambling to get off and give him air.

Bob just laughed, the action causing your nose to scrunch up and heat to rise in your cheeks.

"I often have to think about how I die and if it's between your thighs," He paused, grinning, "That's not the worst way to go."

You laughed as you laid down on his bed. Normally you would be embarrassed by how flustered he made you, but somehow, for some reason, you didn't mind.

Maybe it was the sweet, warm laugh he gave off. Maybe it was the way he pried your hands away from your face, quickly pressing his lips against yours. That was probably why you were already thinking of five different scenarios in which you could get yourself alone with Bob.

Luckily for you, Bob had already come up with four additional scenarios in which he could whisk you away. He refused for the feeling of your lips (or cunt) pressed against his to be a one time thing.

Not if he had a say in it.

[cod-dump]

Bar has invaded my brain and now refuses to pay rent! (I'm feral about him THANK YOU)

Also to piggyback off the idea of Bar being weapons smith in Shadow Company I immediately remembered mikeburnsfire campfire stories on youtube https://youtu.be/X1g-aBBt-UI?si=CJ0v9Rs6Bg3iFMaL

Just imagine Bar behaving like Zack, anger issues galore, whole platoon of soldier need their guns fixed, rifles gauged and he just lost his fucking FILING CABINETS

Graves will have to invest in company counseling

This is perfect!!

There were more working in the armory, but Bar was a bit of a control freak. When he entered Shadow Company, he was disgusted with the organization system. People started leaving because they couldn’t get along with Bar, who was quickly taking over the armory as pretty much the boss of everything. Technicians left, mechanics wanting to transfer to other shops, and Shadows being scared to come in and have their gear and weapons repaired and inspected.

He was a jack of all trades when it came to weapons and armor so Graves decided to keep him and slot new people in with him to replace the others. The Shadows that work under Bar are whipped. No one wants to piss off the resident Scot so they do whatever he says and whenever. If they have a problem they keep it to themselves unless it’s serious enough to bring up to Graves.

Bar changed everything in the armory and shop, whole new organization system and whatnot. He was obviously very proud of it, too. Everyone knew better than to fuck with it, knowing it very well could be a death sentence… But some Shadows have a death wish and still choose to fuck with Bar’s shit. Three filing cabinets disappeared and suddenly it was the end of the world. No one could hardly understand what the fuck Bar was saying because of how thick his accent was as he raved.

Graves had to step in to calm him. This resulted into a new segment in Shadow Company: Counseling and Anger Management.

[shuttershocky]

So ive been on a binge of watching commercials from different countries with my friends and ive noticed the ones from the phillipines would sometimes have their actors speaking english inbetween tagalog and just wanted to ask why is that?

Colonialism.

After the Spanish-American war, when the US bought the Philippines from Spain, they quickly realized they could overtake 333 years of Spanish rule in only 30 years if they took over our education system.

So, they brought over a whole ship of American schoolteachers and set up schools that resembled American school systems, which led to almost the entire population having at least a rudimentary understanding of English, as well as accents that are most understandable to Americans (as opposed to our main regional rivals in English literacy, the Singaporeans).

Approximately 100 years later and English fluency has become something of a status symbol. Your fluency in it speaks of the education you got. My dad for example, was very poor and didn't learn to speak English very well in school, so when I was born he insisted I be taught English as my first language so I would "have the advantage he never got"

Random codeswitching in both home and at work is completely ordinary now for most Filipinos working in a corporate environment and it's not even intentional most of the time, but I do say it is extremely funny to fuck with your (foreigner) bosses by using just enough English to get them invested in a conversation you're having with someone else only to switch halfway through and leave them confused. We did this all the time in one of my past jobs, it annoyed my boss so much we got an announcement to please stop randomly codeswitching at work so he wouldn't get left out.

[mathsbian]

EDIT: HE IS IN MY REPLIES

If we have “limited information” and predstrogen (among many others) was suspended correctly, THEN GIVE US THE FULL STORY??

Like, you’re saying Avery lied to everyone, but she showed screenshots. People (not me, but I’ve been paying attention to the discussion the last few days) have been aware of the harassment against her for a while because she was archiving examples of it on her blog.

Meanwhile, YOU have only shown us a single screenshot of a post that the FBI and even the US legal system will laugh you out of the building for treating as a credible threat. If there’s actually evidence of things deserving of suspension, show us the receipts. Or send them to Avery at the very least since the email she got does NOT line up with the story you’re telling now.

You can’t whine about us not having the full story when you’re the one who isn’t sharing it.

And seriously?? The options are “better moderation if we can even pull that off” and “stopping investing in Tumblr”? You were promising just a few months ago that just because the number of staff had decreased didn’t mean work would stop. Now you’re holding the entire website hostage because you can’t handle being told you’re doing a piss-poor job with this current situation.

We’re calling it transmisogyny because the bans are only visibly against trans women. Maybe if you followed up on reports and told people when the blogs they’d reported were removed we wouldn’t be so mad about this. But Avery was dealing with mass harassment and way worse death threats than the wish she made about you and got NO HELP. But as soon as she gets mass reported she gets removed. Trans tags are restricted while TERF tags are not. You personally may not be a raging bigot, Matt, but you’re running a site that’s automatic moderation actions completely work against your own (alleged) views. Fix the moderation tools and whatever system automatically responds to things, and everything will get so much better. Why the fuck hasn’t this been a priority before now we’ve been complaining about it for YEARS.

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Since I just linked it from my main blog anyway, I guess this would be a good time to do a State Of The Union for the colony. I usually do some kind of summary a week or so into each colony, but never got around to it for this one.

The fine seaside orphanage of Robot's Ocean is fucking huge now.

We've got multiple nested layers of defensive walls, a world-class temple and rec room, three geothermal generators, a tidal generator, a solar generator, a full natural gas helixien system for heating and cooling, a greenhouse, a genetics lab with an extensive gene bank, space for 5-6 prisoners to live in comfort, and enough freezers to keep about a year of food on hand at all times. And an in-colony hot spring, most importantly.

The colony's currently worth is about $400k, which is $50k more than any of the previous ones have hit, so it probably isn't a coincidence that I've needed to burn two antigrain warheads on recent attacks. That growth has stagnated a bit, which is fortunate, because as combat goes we're about at our limits. On the upside, we now have something like seven combat owlbears, a Scyther, a Tunneler, a Tesseron, a Centipede Blaster on the way, and of course Yoshiko's pet thrumbo Chiyo.

On the other hand, after investing about $15k into building and upgrading Spencer only for it to die trying to get to its bedroom, we're pretty strapped for cash. And we need some, because the map is just about mined out, and all of these robots and endgame weapons require a lot of materials. Unfortunately the map being mined out also limits our options for producing trade goods. The current plan is to mass-produce... corsets. If you haven't played the game just trust me when I say that this is a sensible plan, but we'll need to do a lot of hunting to make it work.

Following the terrible Tactical Nukes In The Hospital incident, I've rearranged things a bit. The short version is that we've only got one outdoor orbital targeting beacon now, and it should steer most drop pod raids to a less terrible location. Will this help much if another group shows up with a dozen rocket launchers? Hell no. Eventually I'd like to set up one or two extra beacons as decoys.

The population is currently 8, which is just about the lowest it's been in years. These kinds of things happen when four colonists get blown up in one evening.

Yoshiko "Happy" Russell

is, of course, a forever-22 psychic cyborg vampire foxgirl who controls robots with her brain. (Her actual effective age is now 34, but the game doesn't care about that.) She's currently undertaking her Dark Slumber in her Chambyr of Bloode for the next day or two, as one must when they are a vampire.

She's good at fucking everything now. (And good at fucking too; she's got an implant for that.) Her lowest skill is Plants at a 9, or 'solid professional.' She's rated as Expert or better in Shooting, Melee, Construction, Animals, Crafting, Art, Medical, Social, and Intellectual. She has 827 kills, 34 mechanical implants, maxed psychic potential with 10 psychic abilities, and wields a sapient EMP sledgehammer named Nalorgargur. Thanks to being a vampire, the only way to permanently kill her is to destroy her brain. With so many implants, I think the only other ways to even incapacitate her in combat are with an EMP or by destroying her liver. In theory you could make her bleed out too, but she's effectively immune to that. (You should go for the brain thing anyway, because she has pretty good body armor under that parka, but still insists on wearing a beret instead of, like... a helmet.)

Truly she is... the ultimate lifeform.

Toby Lang

Man, this makes for some real mood whiplash. I mean, look at him. There isn't much to say about Lang.

He was found in the wreckage of a space battle a few years ago. He spends all of his time cooking, doing doctor stuff, or handling the colony's pet rabbits. He's no good in a fight. Yoshiko adopted him and he adores her as much as is physically possible; her opinion of him is 7/100.

Actually though, Lang does have one solid accomplishment under his belt. During the last Diabolus fight, all of the blood bags prisoners staged an escape. Everybody who was good in combat was off doing that, and Lang was the only person nearby. So, he grabbed a shotgun and did surprisingly well at controlling the situation. By which I mean blowing their brains out. Can't get any blood out of them like that, but it's better than having them set the base on fire on their way out.

Saburo Richards

Listen, I can't stress this enough. He was like this when I found him. Unlike everyone else, he's an Animusen, a natural foxboy by birth. What benefits does this give? Well, uh. Not any, really. He's fast in the cold and slow in the heat, which was nice before the climate's average temperature got bumped up by 18F.

Richards is still 12 and I'm really hoping he gets some fantastic growth at 13, because he isn't good at anything. For whatever reason, he apparently gets really abusive when he's in a bad mood, because every mental break he's had has been an insulting spree. So most of the colony has opinions of him like

In fact, Olga and Yoshiko are the only two who would even be sad if he died, I think. Yoshiko, of course, adores him.

Raymond "Raywolfen" Wolfen

... has to be the most colorful kid here, as a slug person who was raised by wolves and then crashed outside during a space battle. Don't let the sprite fool you; the game just doesn't know how to render how fucked up she looks. According to her genes, she's got the body of a slug, but covered in scales, with the face of a fox, slug-style eye stalks, and constantly secretes a foul-smelling substance that decomposes corpses. You'd think that being a hideous slug/fox amalgam who smells like rotting bodies would be horrible for her social life, and you'd mostly be right, but Yoshiko adores her. She didn't even adopt her or anything. This happened naturally.

Raywolfen's only really good at combat, but that's okay, because we desperately need that right now.

Ben "Bush" Nitsiza

... is another adopted son who recently turned 13. He's great at melee combat, and got two mechanoid kills while horribly sick with the flu last night. He's... decent at crafting, art, and research. We're working on it. He's not decent at social stuff, but he's the preacher anyway. For now, at least.

Bush actually gets along with everybody else pretty well, which is surprising for somebody with the traits of 'snob' and 'too smart.'

Cindy

... is a sapient mech (it/its) that has only been around for half a year, as part of Yoshiko's ongoing quest to find true love. (This isn't working out very well.) As a hunter-killer mech, Cindy's only really good at combat, and is incapable of... most other things. It's decent with animals and research though, and is slowly learning how to do medicine too.

Cindy is currently flirting with Yoshiko about once every few days, which would be cute if it would just wait until Yoshiko considered it more than a passing acquaintance. It'll work out some day though. I'm sure of it.

Dae-up "Nerd" Kim

Is it fair for me to blame Nerd for the fact that he was chased here by pirates with rocket launchers? Probably not. But it still happened, and it got four people killed. And Nerd's a completely amoral kid who tortured small animals when he was little, so I'm not gonna pretend that I like him. I genetically modified him to be good at mining, so he could mine out the collapsed rocks that trapped Sora as he burned to death. Take some responsibility, you little prick.

Most of the colony likes Nerd, but he's really rooted in his intensely xenophobic ideology, so he hates almost everybody in return. The one person he actually likes is Yoshiko, and that's only because she's ridiculously pretty.

Nerd's actually pretty competent, unfortunately. He's great at mining, crafting, and medical. He's pretty decent at construction, and he'll pick up art fast if we find the time and resources for him to do much of it.

Olga Keuneke

... is 11 and a pretty recent arrival, so there isn't much to say about her. Unlike certain assholes, the trouble that she brought with her was a machine that warmed up our Siberian-ass climate, so I already like her. She's got a huge passion for animals, but she isn't learning much about it because she's not skilled enough to work with our animals. You can't start out by training predatory owl monsters that weigh half a ton.