#and the fact you provided proof after people demanded it

[neechees]

I'm putting out a scam warning for the user @/sheeyancjoje, also previously @/sheeyanc @/sheeyancjosie, possibly other urls, who claims to be a homeless & asthmatic trans person living in a tent. I have reason & evidence to believe that they are not who they say they are, that their photos/evidence is stolen, and that they are actually the scammer Laura Deramas, who is likely also running the blog @/destrawberry. They exhibit multiple red flags for typical scammer behavior including the following evidence:

First off, who is Laura? Laura is a scammer who was initially called out for scamming & suspicious behavior in 2021, then with some manipulation, convinced multiple people that she was genuine (including me), then it was revealed once more that she was scamming & doing everything she was originally called out for: including pretending to be multiple different people & then lying more when confronted about it, exaggerating how badly her family apparently needed "help", guilt tripping people into giving her money and then harassing anybody who did give her money & demanded they give her more. & then later lied a bunch more including faking an arrest & faking her own death (& later pretending to be her own sister asking for funeral money, & calling any evidence against Laura being alive "hate") despite the fact that shes still very much alive & has posted on her own social media multiple times after her alleged "arrest" on May 30th 2023, & alleged "death" on June 2nd, 2023. We'll come back to Laura & why all that is relevant in a minute.

First off, Sheeyanc doesn't actually ever provide evidence that proves what theyre saying is true. They say they're homeless and living in a tent, and while they keep showing a tent, how do we know that these photos aren't stolen? How do we know that those photos aren't just from some camping trip, or staged? How do we know they didn't just go take photos of an another homeless person's set up? We don't. They make other claims that they don't provide proof for, such as saying their legs were swollen, but didn't provide photos of this. We've also had a similar tactic of someone else claiming to he "homeless" and "living in a tent" & this turned out to be false.

Secondly, Sheeyanc has been harassing people to send them money, either by going into their dms to beg them and sending people photos to guilt trip them, or even literally telling people to open up their askbox or messages when they were closed specifically so they could do this. Laura was ALSO known to do this to various users, & she would send people unsolicited photos of her child or her family & talk about how much she was "suffering" to get people to feel bad for her, which she ALSO did to me. When she pretended to die, she also randomly sent people photos of her allegedly "dead" body to ask for money, which upset many people. If you go into the notes of this post, there's multiple users testifying in the notes that Laura would regularly pester them for money & send photos. Note that people asking strangers for large sums of money as a "loan" is a big red flag for scammers we've seen multiple times, including Laura. Below is Sheeyanc doing the exact same things listed above that Laura did: sending people unsolicited photos, talking about how much she was "suffering" unprompted, and asking for large amounts of money from individual users. Also notice the similarity in language and tone between Laura doing this & Sheeyanc doing this.

Thirdly, Sheeyanc blocked the Filipino user who called out Laura Deramas. This Filipino user was the one to discover she had faked her death & photoshopped someone else's death certificate to pretend it was hers. In addition to this, we also know Laura isn't actually dead also because after she'd been called out for this, the user who called her out very mysteriously started getting anon hate in Tagalog. Below is sheeyanc interacting with them just before blocking

& we know Laura has been known to get sassy & rude with anybody who called her out like here. note the appropriation of aave by itssmelau when confronting people who called her out, just like Laura did in the first callout link with the user lizardamiibo while ALSO pretending to be someone else.

As another major point, Sheeyanc has been seen interacting with another scam blog, @/destrawberry, and verbally encouraging people to give them money. Destrawberry is very likely run by the same person who was running imgonetoofar/imthegonetoofar because theyre claiming to be the same person & using the exact same photos, & before deleting, imgonetoofar was promoting & being promoted by the scammer sassysweetiegirl/zaquaaaablu (who referred to "imgonetoofar as their "friend"), both of whom I called out here. And as I mentioned before, the person behind @/destrawberry is a scammer, either someone who stole imgonetoofar's (another scammer) photos & is pretending theyre recent & to be them, or they're the same person who faked their death and came back again to ask for more money. And who else do we know who faked their own death? Laura lol. So in other words, Sheeyanc/destrawberry/imgonetoofar/sassysweetiegirl are all likely run by Laura pretending to be different people. On the left below is Sheeyanc promoting destrawberry, & then on the right is imgonetoofar promoting sassysweetiegirl in the replies, where you can also see me calling them out.

And lastly, Sheeyanc's banner is of the New Matina Town square in Davao city, the Phillipines. Davao city is where Laura lives. Here's a screenshotted image just in case they change it, and below, here's a comparison between Sheeyanc's banner on the top part of the image, while the image below it is a screenshot from a video of NMTS in Davao, very near where the banner photo would've been taken, but at slightly a different angle/position. You can tell its the same place because of the little circular green grass section in both of the photos, which is surrounded by a metal fence with the same design, both have the exact same road signs in the exact same place, & both are in front of a yellowish-white building with a second floor & balcony & the same design of roof, with palm trees.

& heres that same building but at a different angle (at the front). If you google "New Matina Town Square", you get the yellowish white building featured in the photo, and if you reverse image search sheeyanc's banner photo, you still get results for this Town square. Left is Google results, the right image is the Google reverse image results, highlighted in yellow.

If you want to be more precise, The yellowish building is a restaurant called "The commons at MTS", while the photo would have been taken next to another restaurant called "Taboan". Below is a helpful legend I've created from a Google maps view of the New Matina Square. The highlighted red area is where the banner photo approximately would've been taken, & the yellow area is where most Google search photos are taken at the front of the building. You can see the buildings I've mentioned, & if you don't believe me you can go take a look at Google maps & see for yourself.

And just so there's no confusion that Davao city is indeed where Laura lives, here's my old reblog of a post that Laura convinced someone to make for her where it confirms she lives in Davao city, as reblogged also by Laura and she was fundraising because of allegedly being affected by a flood there.

So to recap: the user Sheeyancjoje is likely the scammer Laura Deramas due to similar patterns of behavior, such as 1. Vague "proof", 2. Harassment of tumblr users in asking them for money, including sending unsolicited photos and guilt tripping or repeatedly asking for more money from people who already donated, 3. Asking for large amounts of money from individual users the same way Laura did, 4. Fighting with and blocking the same user that called out Laura for faking her own death, 5. Interacting with other confirmed scammers, including another one involved in a funeral scam, like how Laura was, 6. Their banner is literally a photo of Laura's city of residence

#justin's scam list #scam #donation scam #long post #alt in id

[heathsbitch]

PAINKILLER - k.b

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Slight allusion to smut (if you squint), poor proof reading (as usual)

Word Count: 1184

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I know this has been a long time coming so I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written in a while so this might not be one of my best works but there should be more to come in the near future. I hope you enjoy!

Shadows engulfed our bodies, cascaded over our skin as our breath mingled with one another. The cold climate of Ketterdam allowed us to see our breath dance together in the small space between our faces. Short pants left both of us, eyes darting back to the threshold of the alley, anxiously scanning for any Dime Lions who were hunting for us. Yet again, one of Kaz Brekker’s infallible plans (his words directly) had collapsed faster than Jesper trying to resist the call of the cards. Another job gone awry, another pursuit through the murky streets of Ketterdam.

As protocol demanded of us, the other Crows and I had split into pairs in order to escape from the scene of the crime. And, of course, I had to end up with the Bastard of the Barrel himself. It was his fault the job had gone amiss; he had miscalculated how long it would take his deft fingers to pry into the lock of the safe. Ever skilful with his hands, we trusted him blindly. But we were swarmed by Dime Lions before Kaz could bypass the lock, much to everyone’s chagrin. Frustration still clouded my mind as I glared at my boss; his head lent against the damp stone wall of the alley, chest heaving with deep breaths. My eyes followed the sharp lines of his jaw, the shadows that covered us accentuating them. His tongue slipped past the barrier of his thin lips to moisten them before he allowed his eyes a moments rest, a great sigh escaping from his broad chest.

I was desperate to know what was raging through his head; perhaps he shared in my anger at the failure of a job, or maybe he held no remorse at all, merely considering the next job he’d send us on. My theories were soon discarded however, as I saw him move a singular gloved hand to his stomach, his breaths still deep but more controlled. Despite the fact that Kaz and I would often bicker and bite at one another, I was one of his most trusted compatriots; and I knew what most did not. The truth about his childhood, the demons that threatened to drag him into the depths of the water where his brother resided, the bile that promised to rise from his throat if he were to come into contact with another human being.

I pushed my back harder against the alley wall, trying to distance myself from my boss in a desperate attempt to provide him with some relief. Either my effort went unnoticed, or he didn’t care, for the next words that came from his mouth were, “Stop staring.”

“I’m not staring.” I was quick to respond, pressing myself further against the wall in another futile attempt to widen the space between us. “Then what are you doing?” His eyes were back on me, scanning me; ice following every slight movement of my face, every twitch of my lips, searching for the truth as if it were about to appear written on my forehead. “Checking for injuries,” I simply replied, my talents as not only a Grisha, but a healer, had been put to use countless times after jobs had gone astray. Or Jesper had ended up pissing off some poor soul that ended in a bar fight neither wanted. He merely hummed as a response before his eyes went back to the opening of the alley, scouting for Dime Lions again.

The sun had begun to set on Ketterdam, more and more people filtered onto the streets; laughter, smells of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol had started to float among the airwaves. Night was falling, the streets growing more crowded by the second, filled with inhabitants desperate for some form of sin. “We should move.” I suggested, fidgeting with my hands. Discomfort still lurked between us, “We can’t risk moving, not yet. We need to stay low,” He ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands slipping through his fingers as they found their place against his forehead. Kaz shifted on his feet, and I could see he was trying to think of his next move, planning a way for us to escape from the alley without being cornered by the Lions.  

“Come here.” He muttered; words barely eligible over the sounds of various forms of pleasure that had crowded the streets of Ketterdam. “Excuse me?” To say I was shocked at his declaration would have been an understatement. The man in front of me nodded towards the opening of the alley, directing my attention to couples that had chosen that space to indulge in one another. Hands wandered against bodies, mouths collided with mouths, “If the Dime Lions come looking for us here, all they’ll find is people enjoying each other.” He had taken a step closer to me, no longer leaning his back against the dame alley wall. “But Kaz...” I tried to protest, thinking of the demons that were lurking behind his cold eyes.

He reached a gloved hand towards mine and pulled it towards him, more specifically his stomach. “Try.” I knew what he meant; we had mentioned it in passing before but had never got the chance to try it. I had proposed the idea that perhaps my abilities as a Corporalki could ease the nausea that filled him every time he came into contact with someone else. My eyes slipped shut as my fingers flexed, trying to find the pain that lurked within him; his hand remained wrapped around my wrist, pushing my fingers harder against himself. Even through the multiple layers of clothing, I could feel his muscles taut and tensing under my touch.

A whimper of relief left Kaz’s thin lips as he threw his head back once more, “Fuck.” It was working. I looked at the man in front of me as I continued to work at his pain. His eyes found me, “Kiss me.” He whispered. Unsure of whether the sudden urge for intimacy was to keep up the rouse of a couple, or if it came as a result of his new-found relief, I obliged his request.

Tentatively, I let my lips find his. Another moan came from Kaz, this time more guttural and primal. His hips pushed into mine, my back hitting the wall of the alley. His gloved fingers slid around my waist as the once-gentle kiss deepened. Our teeth collided, tongues dancing, hips grinding into one another. The surprise that filled my mind at his request had slowly begun to sink away, instead replaced by another feeling. One of hunger, of lust, for the Bastard of the Barrel, the very same Bastard who refused to come within an inch of another human being if he had the choice. The very same Bastard whose mouth was connected to mine, whose hands wondered the softer parts of my body, aimlessly grabbing and squeezing at the flesh. He was a man starved; a tortured man who had finally found relief, and was desperate to work out the frustrations that had amassed within his body.

You can find my other Kaz writings in my Masterlist.

#painkiller #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker smut #freddy carter imagine #freddy carter smut #shadow and bone #six of crows #imagine #smut #angst #fluff #fic

[sokkastyles]

There is an Azula stan / group of Azula stans going around accusing zutara artists / writers of AI (and ALL of them have been zutara creators) so in light of that, here's a list of definitely AI blogs who have invaded my inbox with scraped posts containing anti-zuko/zutara, pro-azula arguments. They've also been sending things to @the-badger-mole that I'm aware of.

Although this could be unrelated, I just think it's interesting that although the person who started the recent drama claims to be about artist integrity, they are specifically going after zutara shippers and they and all the people supporting them are Azula blogs who seem to have beef with a specific zutara shipper after an argument broke out between the two sides over shipping, and the things they say are very similar to the arguments I've been getting bombarded with for the past three or so months.

Here are the blogs from my block list, I forgot there were so many of them!

@bitchygardenerkryptonite

@saltysoulkidcreator

@sshdhdhdhdh

@clevercrusadebread

@wingedyouthcrusade

@unlikelybarbariancycle

@thoughfulbarbarianlove

@weepingdestinycollection

@crazychildstranger

@keenaglewinner

@cooltragedysuit

@foultheoristgiver

@sizzlinggalaxypost

@crookedcrownearthquake

@eclecticglitterhologram

@sweetfurypolice

@jsshbdhdhdhd

@jonno7567

@zuzustyles

@atomiczombieanchor

@foulpersondefender

@alwaysgenerouscupcake

@qualitymentalityperson

@delightfulturtlesandwich

@saintnoviceprince

@juniorscientist52

The fact that these blogs are largely empty and have word salad usernames is a dead give away that there is no real person behind them, plus the fact that there are so many. I've gotten multiple messages a day in my inbox, sometimes from multiple blogs and sometimes the same message. They are always posts taken from Azula stan blogs, mostly @zuko-always-lies or @akiizayoi4869.

Idk, but I think that if you want to make bizarre and invasive demands that artists provide you "proof" that they actually created their work, while also claiming that this isn't about shipping, you should look at the bot in the mirror.

#zutara #azula #atla discourse

[ridhearts]

mission failed {vamp!jamil x reader}

anonymous requested: hiiiiiiiiiiii could i please request some vampire!jamil with a human!reader where reader is a vampire hunter and is lovers w jamil but then jamil gets turned and now they have to choose between their job and their love for jamil Jjsjdksk thank u sm!!!

!! information !!

characters: jamil

reader: gn!

cw: none! 

notes: just for clarity’s sake, this work is a request and does not fall into the lore that i consider “canon” for my au!

masterlists ⇿ requests

There once was a boy you knew, in a town where you felt you didn’t quite belong. Of course, you were right - you were only in the area for a job, and it would be safest for you to leave as soon as you were finished. An increase in suspicious deaths, both livestock and human, was a usual cause for summoning a vampire hunter such as yourself. The distrusting looks the locals gave you were par for the course, too. You were proof that there was evil in their neighborhoods, that their homes were no longer safe, and that the death that plagued them was purposeful and all the more terrifying. The way they refused to help you on your search proved they were idle prey, but idle prey kept you in business. The dislike could go both ways.

The boy you met was just a regular in town, save for the fact that he was amazing at everything he did. He worked a few jobs in town, always in high demand for his skills and normally happy to help provide for his family. He was even remarkable enough for word of his talents to spread to you, though you never crossed paths with him - at least, not wittingly.

The first time you met Jamil, you ran into him while he was on his way home. It was after dark, and you told him as much, commenting on how dangerous it was to be out at night before you could solve the problem.

He wasn’t much for conversation, shrugging and promising with hardly-contained derision not to lose track of time again. You huffed. 

Whichever vampires were haunting the area, they were certainly taking their time in making another move. Perhaps they knew you were a vampire hunter, or maybe they were waiting for the people to feel safe again before starting another hunt. You did your best to poke around for information from the locals, giving the ones who would listen a few traps or weapons. For a while, it was quiet.

Then there was a disappearance.

Naturally, the townspeople were furious with you for being unable to protect the girl who was taken. You tried to explain that you needed more information, but everyone was somehow less eager to cooperate with you. You had half a mind to send a letter to your captain and have a lockdown placed on the town until the problem was solved when you met Jamil again.

He appeared behind you in the general goods store just after the shop owner flung a few insults at you and shoved your purchase across the counter in your direction. Or, rather, if the amused smirk on his face was anything to go off of, he witnessed the entire exchange from start to finish. Before you could wordlessly brush past him, however, he called out to the owner and had, essentially, the same conversation you tried to have, only with exponentially better results. You wondered if the owner knew what he was doing and answered to spite you, or if Jamil was really that convincing (or the shopkeeper that oblivious). 

That was when you learned his name. For all his reputation, he had an odd air of apathy about him. And for all that apathy, he was surprisingly flustered when you tried to give him a simple ‘thank you.’ Jamil left in a hurry, and you watched after him. You’d have to run into him more often if you wanted to make any progress.

Jamil saw through you almost immediately. When you admitted to trying to prod him into uncovering what the town knew for you, he tried to drop you before you even finished your sentence. You were nothing if not persistent, however, and eventually he begrudgingly agreed to vouch for you so people would talk to you.

Talk they did! With such a local superstar on your side, the townspeople were suddenly very helpful. They spoke of strangers lurking around at night, many with unfamiliar markings on their arms. Some who claimed to speak to the strangers told you they saw sharp fangs, or that they had been swindled out of an extreme amount of goods. Most often, people told you of someone trying to hide in the shadows but always peering out from behind corners, someone with a shock of white hair in the night.

You worked with Jamil on gathering your clues, taking his advice on where to search. When the information was too much, he helped acquaint you to the area, as you were already staying for quite a while. He offered to teach you to dance once, after you got rid of the vampires. “The current atmosphere isn’t great for dancing, and I don’t like people watching me,” he said. You told him it sounded like a great idea, and kept to yourself how you wouldn’t be able to accept.

Whatever you felt - if you felt anything, you reminded yourself - it was important that you force it to die. You could not get distracted from the plot that was certainly surrounding the town. You could not put a civilian at risk for being too close to a hunter. You could not give yourself a tie that you would be forced to sever once you finished your work.

But when you returned from a fruitless search in the woods and let Jamil search for and tend to any of your wounds…was it so wrong to admit that it felt nice?

Perhaps it was better, then, that you never found out.

With Jamil’s helped, you realized it was the Scarabia coven surrounding the area - specifically, a high-profile vampire had gotten curious and snuck around, and now there were retainers of some sort scampering around to bring him back. Killing such powerful vampires would be difficult, but you had a better grasp of the situation, and a job to do. You were just circling back after another uneventful patrol, intending to swing by Jamil’s house and gesture for him to join you, when you realized his front door was open.

Running into the house, you were met with blood pooled on the floor, too much for a human to lose and survive. Yet you could hear struggling in another room and raced towards it, fumbling for the dagger strapped to your belt.

The scene was chaotic, furniture tipped over and too many people in one room. The family of Jamil’s that you never met was in various stages of turning, some pressing a hand to their mouths in pain. Each of them had blood trickling down their neck, but the back of Jamil’s shirt was drenched in red from where he had been lying on the floor, surrounded by blood of his own. He was hunched over his sister, shaking - from what? Fear? Rage? You weren’t sure - but your legs were carrying you away before you could figure out. 

(A den of new fledglings is one of the most dangerous place to be, after all.)

You sent a letter to your captain, explaining how the job could not be completed with your interference, and packed to leave. A few nights alter, you took to the sidewalks, certain that the young Scarabia vampire had satiated his curiosity and would be leaving everyone else alone. Still, you did see a figure watching you as you left, hidden between buildings to the moonlight didn’t irritate his skin.

It was your job to eradicate him, but you had already failed in way that hurt more than before. So you averted your gaze and pressed forward. If he really wanted you to end him, all he had to do was bite a few necks of the people he once told you he hated, what felt like long ago.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #scarabia vamp #vamp au

[cynicalone94]

Obedience

Read on AO3 here.

He has no idea how it had come to this. 

Except that he does. 

A violent drug dealer that he has history with had been found dead a few hours after a confrontation with the man that if he’s being honest had gotten a little out of hand. 

And now he’s on modified duty until his team can prove that he didn’t do it. 

Which means they have to figure out who did kill the scumbag from his long list of other enemies and provide enough proof. 

All while a notable alderman screams up the city with complaints that even drug dealers don’t deserve to be gutted in their homes by the police. 

Honestly, at this point the only reason that Voight hasn’t sent him home is the fact that they aren’t really sure it’s safe to do so. 

He’s trying to stay off the news sites and social media but its hard. There’s only so much he can do since he isn’t allowed to touch anything to do with the case. 

He’s about ready to make his way down the stairs and ask Trudy if he can help with something at the desk when the gate buzzes open, revealing Commander Jenkins, Deputy Superintendent Austin and a very uncomfortable looking pair of patrol officers. 

Jay’s stomach immediately twists.

Voight steps out of his office. 

“It’s been six hours.” he says, arms folded across his chest. 

“You know how it goes with public opinion cases like this.” Austin says, his tone sympathetic but his face anything but. “And in this climate we can’t be seen going easy on a suspect because he’s a fellow cop.”

“So be seen hauling him in for questioning.” Voight snarls. “Oh wait, he’s right fucking here. You want me to go make him camp out in interrogation in case we have any more questions that he hasn’t already answered?”

“Not enough anymore.” Austin says. “It’s time to make an arrest. Show the public that we won’t just close ranks and protect a brother in blue.”

An arrest?

“On what grounds?” Voight demands. “There is no evidence aside from the incredibly tenuous circumstantial evidence that he argued with the victim the day of the murder. A victim who, might I add, probably argued with a lot of people that day.”

“Nobody else was witnessed shoving him.” Austin says. “And Halstead doesn’t have an alibi.”

“You’re just pandering to the public to further your own career.” Voight hisses. “And all the better if it gives you the chance to take a dig at me in the process. But you’re hurting a damn good cop to do it.”

“We have a duty to uphold and honor the law.” Austin says aloofly. “And he had a duty to obey it.”

“Detective Halstead.” Commander Jenkins says, looking uneasy. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to hand over your badge to your sergeant.”

His weapon had been surrendered six hours ago, when it had first been discovered that Jennings was dead. Now his badge too. 

He unclips it from his belt, avoiding eye contact with the rest of his team as he reaches toward Voight. His boss locks his jaw, glaring fiercely at Austin but eventually reaches out and takes it from him. 

“Officer Tanika.” Austin says, no longer making any attempt to hide the glee in his voice. “Search and cuff him.”

This brings a round of protests from his team. Typically when a cop is arrested, being handcuffed in the station is avoided to allow them to maintain some level of dignity. 

Jay isn’t surprised though. Austin wants this to be some big public show. 

Wants to prove to the pubic that he, and by extension Superintendent Greenway, won’t stand by and allow police corruption to run rampant in the department. 

He steps out into the open, placing his hands on the back of his head while the young officer steps forward, searching him with shaking hands. 

He doesn’t know Tanika well but he’s worked with him a few times in the past. Knows enough to know that he isn’t any more okay with this than Jay is. 

But none of them have any choice but to obey Austin’s orders and go along with it until his team can prove that it wasn’t him. 

Voight doesn’t speak again until he’s been cuffed. 

“We’re going to find out who really did this.” he says, his words for Jay as much as for Austin. “And I hope you’ll be prepared to make as a big of a display of admitting that you were wrong when we do.”

“We’ll worry about that step when you do.” Austin says, but any idiot could see the heavy implication of if they do painted over his words. 

“How long do you think you can stall before taking this to trial?” Hailey demands and Jay can’t help but look over at her, pained to see the glassy look in her eyes. 

Hailey is the toughest person he knows but she can sometimes be an angry crier, especially when helplessness is added to the mix. And he knows she hates that her body reacts to the emotion that way. 

“You have to know that this won’t hold up in court.” Adam adds. “Voight’s right, you’ve got nothing.”

“I’m sure homicide will find the evidence that I need while you all scramble for nonexistence evidence trying to prove that your boy is innocent.” Austin says. “In the meantime, get him booked Officer.”

There’s less of a media presence outside the station than Jay had expected but the dozens of civilian protestors that have been there all day kick up plenty of fuss. 

Cellphone cameras still capture plenty of footage of him being shoved into the back of the patrol car and he hates that Austin is getting exactly what he wants. 

Public outcry hasn’t even been that high the few times that he’d been unable to resist the pull of the internet. 

Trent Jennings was a young black man supposedly murdered in cold blood by a white cop. That had given some rise to the level of protests that the alderman had been able to stir up. 

But no spin artist in the world could even try to paint the man as innocent which has made a lot of the protests lackluster at best. 

What it boils down to is that in no way does Austin ‘have’ to do this. He sees a chance to curry public favor and like a lot of the brass, wants to knock Voight down a peg. 

Jay just hopes the man has a plan to walk this back when his team is able to prove his innocence. 

Because they will. It’s only a matter of time. 

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the squealing of brakes and crunching of metal as the car is t-boned, sending them careening off path and into a ravine. 

He immediately fumbles for the spare handcuff key that he conceals at his waistline. 

He’s not surprised Tanika had missed it, had planned on letting him know it was there before he was taken into the prison to avoid embarrassing the kid but hadn’t wanted to do so in front of Austin. 

He’s glad he hadn’t now as he quickly unlocks the cuffs, calling out for the young officer as he does. 

“Tanika? Hey, come on, talk to me. Are you okay up there?”

He sets the cuffs aside and presses up against the mesh security wall. The car is twisted and damaged but not so much as to provide him a way out of this backseat to check on him. 

Tanika is slumped against the steering wheel, blood running down his forehead and unresponsive to Jay’s calls. 

And then the screech of metal on metal gets his attention and he looks over to see a man in a black ski mask prying the door across from him open. 

“Who are you?” he demands. “What do you want?”

“You’re coming with us.” the man says and Jay looks down at the crowbar. 

It’s a decent weapon but its not a gun and he could probably take the guy. 

“I’m not here alone.” the man says. “You might be able to fight me off but you won’t get past the others.”

Jay sees the others but they’re far enough away that he’s pretty sure if he dropped this guy now he could get away, get to help before they got to him. 

But that would leave Officer Tanika alone with these people and he won’t do that. 

“If you let me radio for an ambulance for him I won’t fight you.” Jay says. “I’ll come quietly.”

The man glances up at the front. 

“He just arrested you. You’d do that for him?”

“He was just doing his job.” Jay says. “He’s hurt and he doesn’t deserve to die. Please.”

The man tilts his head but nods, opening the front door and grabbing the kid’s radio to hand to Jay.

“5021 George. 10-1 at 2650 W Fulton Street. Officer down, need an ambulance and CFD.” 

The radio is ripped from his hands as soon as he’s done and then he’s being pulled out of the car. 

His arms are jerked behind his back and secured with a zip tie. True to his word he doesn’t fight the man, allowing himself to be restrained and then pulled up the ravine.

Now in addition to solving a murder and proving his innocence, his team will have to discover who’s behind his abduction, where he’s been taken and come rescue him. 

Hopefully they can multi-task. 

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday4 #obedience #jay halstead #chicago pd #whump fic

[spookymultimedia]

All of my intersex Cartman headcannons

-Liane was complicit and approved of Cartman getting genital surgery as an infant

-the surgery in question wasn't successful in "making him cis"

-Cartman felt intrinsically different on a physical and personal level, Liane insisted he was just delusional. He figured out he was intersex eventually.

-Cartman has Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome and for him that means he's infertile and has breast growth

-Cartman isn't ashamed of being intersex at all he sees it as proof that he's actually a god or more important than his peers. Unfortunately the town don't share this mindset, in fact they're a bit disgusted by it.

-Kyle refused to believe what Cartman was telling him until he was shown official documents on it. He was not expecting Eric to have sources for his claim.

-for two days Kyle and Stan had questions. Most of them weird and a little bit invasive.

[Kyle: so how do you pee?? Cartman: why do you want to know 🤨🤨🤨]

Stan immediately assumed it was a gay sexuality. Kyle is way too curious about his junk. He just had no idea genitalia could be so diverse.

Kenny just stares at his tits.

-it took longer than it should to explain to Stan that being intersex doesn't make him transginger or gay so he shouldn't assume. He will die before anyone can get him to verbally admit he's gay.

-Cartman expected to get celebrated and special treatment from teachers for being intersex but to his shock they treat him with pitty and confusion. They don't respond in the correct way he demands and it bums him out.

-after a week the shock has passed and the other three have come to terms that Cartman is intersex. They don't talk about it that much after that unless it's relevant [such as health class or puberty talk]

-its feels more natural for him to sing in a falsetto but he's basically trained his own voice to sing deeper, it's didn't happen naturally though

-he considers top surgery at some point but he ultimately decided against it

-the class was divided by their sex when the health class discussed puberty. Cartman had no idea where to go. He got grouped with the boys because he was assigned male.

Before class could end he was crying in the hallway because the teacher forced him to admit to the class he didn't have balls. Most of the boys laughed at him.

-Cartman would storm into PC Principals office and complain about the severely outdated education on sex [the noun]. He screams at him to do something about it.

To his dismay PC Principal also knows next to nothing about intersex bodies. It finally dawns on him that in this school, because he's intersex, he's. . . a minority 😱😱😭😭 [despite intersex being more common than people think] I have yet to see any proof you can state your intersex condition in TFBW so I'll assume that even in the second gender/sex talk you get limited to binary sex options.

-Cartman demands every single student gets their hormones and chromosomes checked because there is no way in hell he's gonna be the only intersex child in this school. He REFUSES to be a minority. The school does not have the budget to do that, let alone getting the consent from the parents and students to do that. So no matter how much he fights it, he's part of a minority 😔

-He organized a school event to spread awareness about intersex condition but barely anyone attended. The only ones that showed up was Shiela with Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Karen, Scott M. and Butters. Even though food was provided. Lame.

PC Principal organized the event but did a shitty job of promoting it. He just hung up a single poster in the hallway.

-Cartman threw an intersex party for himself and his cat when the vet identified Mr.Kitty as intersex

-Cartman has a huge intersex flag hung on his door and an intersex sticker on his window to increase visibility. He does this because he knows it annoys Liane, who is insecure of her intersex son

- " YOU CAN SUCK MY CLIT AND BALLS 😝 just kidding, I don't have balls lol."

#south park #intersex #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #pc principal #liane cartman

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 4-- Royal/Rebel

Maybe it's a weird way to think about a scruffy-looking stranger crashing into your apartment, boots first, through the window, but as far as you're concerned, your prince has come to rescue you. After all, Rika’s apartment may as well be an enchanted tower, and you may as well be an imprisoned royal heir straight out of a fairy tale, for the fact that you are stuck here alone. Anyway, the hacker isn’t really any more of a stranger than the members of the RFA , though he, at least, seems to want to get you out of here. That’s good enough for you.

Besides, you haven't been getting very much out of your guest coordination experience thus far— you feel a bit awkward talking to the RFA, so you've barely even used the messenger, only scrolling through the chat rooms once or twice a day to gather the contact information for potential guests. You're willing to send out invitations, but you have no interest in anything beyond a working relationship with the other members of the organization. Unfortunately for you, many of them strike you as being interested in something... more. You can't help but feel a bit trapped, waiting patiently to be rescued by the first person to get the better of the fire-breathing dragon— or, in this case, the bomb, but same difference— that guards you.

Well, here's your hero, then. He doesn't bother stepping over the shards of broken glass from the window he just tore through; instead, they crunch under the soles of his heavy boots as he crosses the room to reach you. "Stay where you are, okay?" His voice is smooth, even and measured, like he body-slams shatter-proof glass every day and has no reason to be at all shaken by the events of the past fifteen seconds. "You might hurt yourself if you step on glass."

He's got a point— you’re wearing no footwear more protective than a pair of fluffy slipper-socks. You bite your lip, nervous despite the relief you feel at the prospect of escape. You haven't so much as felt fresh air against your skin since the special security system was hacked three days ago, and the night breeze seeping through the gaping hole in the window is providing a very pleasant change of pace. "Who are you?" You already know, of course, but it's all that you can think of to say.

"I'm your knight in shining armor, prince(ss). I'm here to rescue you from your boring task," he cackles, making the threat that he poses abundantly clear. You would have to be a fool to actually go anywhere with this man, even if he seems more interesting than the members of the RFA. But, then again, you would also have to be a fool to break into a stranger’s apartment at the behest of a complete stranger, so perhaps your track record is working against you. "I thought you would have fun talking to those people, but you’ve barely even looked at the messenger. You must really hate it here— but I didn’t expect you to get bored of them so soon." He doesn't sound particularly apologetic. If anything, he sounds mildly amused by your refusal to be predictable, like you're a puzzle that he's looking forward to solving.

He's reached you by now; the hacker is close enough to see that you're shaking like a leaf. As much as you'd love to ask him why he thought you would cooperate in the first place, there are much more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. "Somebody from the RFA will be here soon," you inform him. You're sure of it— they won't let you get away so easily. One of them will come, convinced that you need to be rescued, without bothering to ask for your opinion. They may mean well, but none of them seem to have considered your feelings, being lured into a strange, demanding organization in the middle of a work week— not that the hacker is any different. He has yet to ask you if you want to leave with him, although you suppose you could have refused to even humor his request when he sent you to the apartment in the first place. It's clear to you that you're nothing more than a pawn to the hacker; he is using you as a means to whatever end he desires, the same way that V and his followers are using you as an excuse to host a party. That being said, you have no interest in watching a battle between the hacker and the RFA unfold. When push comes to shove, you’d rather make the decision for yourself.

The hacker, for his part, seems to agree with your assessment of the situation. "You're sharper than I thought," he decides, appraising you with glimmering eyes. "Do you already know what’s going to happen? If you’re so excited to leave this place, then you and I must be a little bit similar... I think we'll have fun together." He reaches out, and his meaning is clear— maybe he's only giving you the illusion of choice, but it's your call whether you'll stay loyal to the RFA or transfer your allegiance to him, at least for the time being.

"We should probably get going." You've made your choice. Anything is better than staying in this stuffy apartment, even jumping out the window with someone you just met. 

"Let's go, then, prince(ss)." The hacker smirks. This is all a game for him, but you don't care half as much as you probably should.

You could kiss him for how relieved you are to get out of Rika's apartment— to your surprise, he doesn't lead you to the window when you take his hand, but across the room to the door. He did say that he didn't want you stepping on glass— maybe he cares about your safety, or perhaps he only wants your loyalty. "Thanks for saving me." You give his hand a little squeeze in a vain attempt to demonstrate your gratitude.

"Of course." The hacker sounds amused as he walks you to the elevator. "You were already mine from the beginning, anyway."

"If you say so," you shrug. As far as you're concerned, anything is better than being trapped in this small suite, inviting strangers to a party about which you could not care less. It doesn't even occur to you that you might be trading one locked door for another, a picture window for a wall of glowing monitors.

#we love a bad ending #this month will probably be full of those lol #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

[justinssportscorner]

Trudy Ring at The Advocate:

A Utah high school athlete is under police protection after receiving threats because a state school board member shared a picture of the girl on social media and implied she’s transgender. Now the teen’s parents are demanding the board member’s resignation. Utah State Board of Education member Natalie Cline posted a picture of a Granite School District’s basketball team Tuesday on her public Facebook page with the caption “Girls’ basketball.” One of the players has very short hair and is described by her parents as a tomboy. She is not trans, but the implication from Cline and commenters was that she is and therefore shouldn’t be on the team under Utah law.

“The comment section quickly became filled with people calling out the player, naming her, threatening her and referring to her with vulgar language,” The Salt Lake Tribune reports. “Some identified her school and said they were going to call the principal.” The Tribune and other local media did not identify the player or her school. Cline took the post down Wednesday and apologized to the student, while still using the anti-trans language for which she’s become known. “She does have a larger build, like her parents,” Cline wrote. “We live in strange times when it is normal to pause and wonder if people are what they say they are because of the push to normalize transgenderism in our society.”

The girl’s parents, Al and Rachel van der Beek, want Cline to resign from the board. “To look at someone’s outer appearance and make an assumption that they’re either playing in the right arena or not, based on how someone looks, I don’t think is appropriate,” Rachel van der Beek told TV station KSL. The post “was cyberbullying at its finest,” Al van der Beek said. He noted that his daughter “cut her hair short because that’s how she feels comfortable, she wears clothes that are a little baggy, she goes to the gym all the time, so she’s got muscles.” The student’s school district, located in Salt Lake County, has provided extra security for her, including police protection, due to the harassment she’s received, the Tribune reports. Cline’s behavior has been condemned by others as well, even by the legislator who sponsored the state’s anti-trans sports law. State Rep. Kera Birkeland, a Republican, commented on Cline’s post by saying it was “in poor taste,” adding, “Do you know if this KID is a boy or girl? This child is a minor being mocked and called out without any facts or proof.” Of course, that assumes it would be OK to mock the girl if she were trans.

The consequences of anti-trans paranoia has led to a cisgender female tomboy basketball player being harassed by far-right transphobe Natalie Cline, who serves on the Utah State Board of Education.

See Also:

LGBTQ Nation: Cis “tomboy” athlete requires police protection after GOP official implies she’s transgender

#Utah #Natalie Cline #Transgender #Anti Trans Extremism #Utah State Board of Education #High School Sports #LGBTQ+ #High School Basketball

[encursed]

ENCLOSING DARK AWAKENING DRABBLE WORD COUNT: 1326

       Your heels, when they meet the floor, click like gnashing teeth. The sound is sharp against the empty air— enough to startle someone, were you not alone. It is fortunate that it's just you and your tomes, then; Enclosing Dark strapped to one side, and Elivagar in a bag strapped onto the other. Still, for your own sake, and in an attempt to preserve the sacred silence, you try to keep your steps light. Against the quiet entranceway of the temple, your footfalls are a harsh disturbance. Unwelcome, almost. But it's difficult to stop the loud stutter of your feet. The burden on your shoulders seems to carry itself all the way down to your soles. Thus, your heels continue clicking and clicking until they are unceremoniously made to stop.

       Your final step echoes in the room, trembling in the air. There it is: standing in the center of the chamber, the light from the open ceiling shining down upon it, is the final resting place of the goddess Embla. Or, the representation of it, at least. Embla simply faded into nothingness when she expired. But the cardinals and clerics insisted on creating this, anyways, as a token and testament to the nation's grief. You don't find yourself wanting to argue. If the people needed a funeral, then a funeral they would get— nevermind the emptiness of the casket.

       You approach the cenotaph carefully, those biting clicks sounding through the air again. You stop once you're close enough to touch it. The tomb is made of a sleek black marble— a stark contrast to the dirty whites and reds that dominated the rest of the temple. Decorating its side is a pyre, for burning offerings. The Emblian sigil is engraved on them both, crusted with a shining gold. You run your fingers across the cold surface of the tomb, looking down at the faint reflection that dances within it. Then, you sigh.

       It's with sudden clarity that you can recall your previous visits to this temple. So-called "good" memories of it are far and few between— they seem so scarce, in fact, so as to not exist at all. Most of your time spent within these halls were with members of the clergy, who were keen to make a devotee out of you. Time and time again, you were made to sing prayers of gratitude— pontificating platitudes for the powers that you never asked for. Thanking her for the strength in your blood and the viciousness of your spells. You never truly felt this way about her. You simply followed them in the first few instances, then completely abandoned them for the rest. You never had faith in her. Your strength and power, you believed, were products of yourself and your hard work. There is nothing to thank her for.

       Yet here you are now, in a strange twist of fate, setting down your bag and kneeling before her tomb. Murmuring prayers within the bowels of the temple after years of silence.

       "Goddess Embla," you begin, your gaze cast onto the ground. In part due to the reverence that was demanded, but mostly for your inability to look at her as you speak. "I wish to thank you."

       Each word has to fight to leave your throat— the syllables sound like scathing, clicking steps, disjointed enough to sound like another language. But you force them out anyway. For as much as she has taken and taken from you, she has undoubtedly also managed to provide. The powerful magic you now wield is proof of that. Enclosing Dark, strapped to your side, glints as though aware.

       You swallow back your spit. Then manage to continue.

       "I won't pretend that what you did was okay. I won't pretend that I'm not angry. I won't pretend that I wished you were still here. Because I really don't. But…" you take a deep breath, "Well, you've made me stronger. You shaped me into this form in pursuit of your own whims. But it doesn't matter now that you're gone. The power yet remains within me."

       You suck in an inhale. "What I'm trying to say is: I chose none of this. Not my position, not my powers— not anything in my life. But I've learned that it doesn't matter. Because I can choose to make it mine."

       Silence follows your words. You let it linger for a moment before rising to your feet. Once you're drawn up to your full height, you stare down at Embla's tomb once more. Your face stares back, faded within the marble's sheen yet undoubtedly still there. Your eyes flick down to Enclosing Dark, still attached to a belt by your hip. You sigh.

       "I considered abandoning this tome, you know." you say softly, still gazing down at it, "In the fallout, I wanted nothing more than to sever myself from everything that happened. This tome has threatened the lives of people I care for—" memories of how your magic, through it, nearly snuffed out the lives of the Askran royals suddenly rush through you, and your jaw tightens, "—and has origins that disgust me. But the people need this strength. Both the Emblians and the Askrans do."

       You return your gaze to the tomb. "So, thank you. Thank you for giving me this strength, that I may offer it to both nations. Thank you for giving me this tome, that I may use it as a vessel for said strength. And thank you for teaching me that I mustn't shut myself out anymore."

       You bend down and retrieve your bag from the floor. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you light the pyre next to the monument. The smoke rises through the open ceiling, moving towards a heaven with no inhabitant to answer it. Your eyes follow the trail, watching it for a few moments. Then, you make your approach.

       "One final offering, then. To you."

       You bring Elivagar out from your bag. The spellbook has been through much— centuries of use from centuries of emperors have worn it down significantly. The nonstop battling certainly didn't help. The gemstones on its cover are dull, the pages are patched together with parchment and letterpaste, even the runes and sigils within it have been inked and re-inked hundreds of times over. It remained a powerful vessel of magic throughout all this time, however. Holding it now, you can still feel the tremor of your magic meeting with it. The wonderfully warm hum that courses through your veins, up your palms and through your elbows. But keeping it would only tempt you to return to it. Keeping it would lure you into the trap of comfort— of continuing with the old because of the pains of the new.

       And you're quite frankly sick of the cycles.

       So, slowly, you place Elivagar in the center of the pyre. The fires are slow to consume it, crackling and popping as they spread through the surface. Once it's engulfed, however, it all but disappears; fading into ashes and sparks like the goddess they were being offered to.

       Your hand goes to Enclosing Dark, resting by your side. The metal is cold to the touch. The hum of your magic through it is strong, but also unfamiliar. Even after a few weeks with it, you still find yourself fearing it, somewhat. It had been an extension of Embla's will while the goddess lived— now, it’s an extension of yours. But you feel your command of it wavering on occasion. As though you were forgetting the difference between Embla's desire and your own. It will take you a little while more to grow close with it. And even longer to begin wielding it with the confidence and grace that you needed. But you don't simply have to learn— you want to. No more running from pain, you decide. You will walk down this path even if the steps sound like grindstones.

#DRABBLE. awakening #((HERE WE ARE. MY LOVE LETTER TO VERONICA'S DEVELOPMENT IN DRABBLE FORM)) #((THANK YOU TO REN FOR READING THROUGH THIS I LOVE YOU)) #((AND THANK YOU TO THE MODS FOR LETTING HER HAVE ENCLOSING DARK IN THE FIRST PLACE AAAA)) #((i have Many thoughts about veronica's arc and how it culminated)) #((and i hope i've expressed them here)) #((her journey with enclosing dark is honestly her journey with the goddess embla and her powers)) #((hence why this got so long LMFAO)) #((ANYWAYS!!! i'm v happy with this :] and i hope you all have a good time reading it too should you so choose)) #((okay that's all byeeee))

[galsource75]

Chatting with the one you love (maybe not)

Everything inside of me is screaming 'Stop its a lie' you know well enough he does not even know that you exist. You have been down this road ; "how many times GalSource?" Exactly !! Now block the person now! I don't for longer than i know better to. And Words with passion and emotions are sent from my side of this place to the person on the other end of the chat line . Confessions of love and thoughts on life are exchange by way of poems and hellos in the early morning . Before the light of dawn is above the horizon we are chatting once again the only difference this time is that it is a different person claiming to be the Man i have fallen in love with. Long days and even longer nights i allow the passion play across my screen knowing all the while it is not him , yet the hope inside of me just will not let me push to the point of getting his confession of the truth of who he/she really is . Damn , I just let it ride out so that i can release all the emotions and all the daydreams inside of my mind before they cause me to burst into flames from the desire in my soul for him to but be the true person that i need him to be . soul steps in after a short while and demands that i pull the wind from their sails . So i direct the conversation to where i need it to be and tell of the deceit i have been through by others claiming to be my Star and how i fell for so many words that they used to confess a never dying love for me all the while never being full of emotions but full of lies the entire time . Then i demand proof of the truth of who they are , they send passports that has been doctored believing you will believe their lie , even provide video chat except for the issues , on my end nonetheless, of computer and or cell phone interruptions so each call is incomplete and the only time you miss their call that they have made to you despite their busy schedule of touring and plane rides from here to there , how dare i miss their call. Of course i was there the phone rang half a ring then fell silent again , never following up with a text stating "tried to call but you were busy babe will call back later" love you . This is true and it has happened to me many times but with that said the last three persons wanting to deceive me i only played along to see where they was trying to take the conversation though i must confess that i always spoke my truth of the feelings i have for a certain entertainer. Alright if i am ever going to get this out to the public so that the Star of my heart can see what is happening to his #1 fan from Kentucky , then i must say the persons name. Please do not judge me in being a fool or for being so naive . Love sometimes clouds the minds eye and it can be over powering to every aspect of ones hope and dreams and gives rise to a faith that one may say is like that of the faith we have for our God, whom ever you choose that to be ok.. Dermot Kennedy is the person that these peoples have convinced me , or try to convince me that they were. These predators stalk the Star and other Stars, i know this for a fact, this is not just hearsay. Anyways, these persons are so determined to obtain whatever it is that they want that they have stalked me and others on the person they will pretend to be social media and lock in on the one who has posted and commented the most on the sites that they are scoping out and they will then make a double account with the entertainers name stating that it is the site they want to connect with their fans and that management is controlling the other sites which in fact the PR of the entertainer is running multiple sites for the Entertainer , anyways they prey on the emotions of the fans and believe me i have reported them everyone to someone of authority but those sites and emails but be fakes as well because i have never had anyone follow up on my complaints it is as if they read the email or voice mail and say "well there is another fool who fell for the most popular scam that is running the internet these days. " And nothing is done about it .

when will i ever learn....

[aalt-ctrl-del]

if you think about it, and it’s not a big brain think, the whole “good guys with guns will stop bad guys with guns” is the absolute weakest argument. The algorithmic probability that the gun men will spawn in the same location as a ‘good guy’ with a gun is in the randomized factor.

“But a good guy with a gun has always shot the mass shooter in the school”

sure. But you still have casualties you stupid, gas huffing, son of a boggart. One dead child, one injured teacher, one shot by a death machine, is far too many. One is far too many. One casualty should not exist.

And then we have to factor that the police showed up in cosplay to “FOLLOW ORDERS”. What a fuking cop-out. What a drowned and soggy excuse. Waited around for orders, because some disinterested bastard with his head in the clouds, dismissed the man in a school with an assault rifle as a NONTHREAT.

A fucking joke. A laughing stock. Said that on national television. The damn super visor, the forsaken manager of texas guns and more Kmart, dismissed an armed gunman as a NONTHREAT. DISMISSED HIM AND TOLD HIS HOME BOYS TO WAIT FOR BACKUP.

What sort of backup? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST? NOAH. CAIN? GOD HIMSELF TO DESCEND AND SAY, “THOU SHAL NOT KILL.” 

Blatant proof that texas has propped up the most irrelevant, shallow, pointless slabs of soured meat as their decision makers. The citizens are barely allowed the right to vote, let alone autonomy over their own bodies. For zero fuks sake.

The police know the laws, THESE SLAUGHTER EVENTS ARE NOT BRAND FUKING NEW. WHAT DID HE HONEST TO FUCK THINK A MAN WITH AN ASSUALT RIFLE WAS DOING IN A SCHOOL FULL OF CHILDREN?! CONDUCTING A REASLISTIC DRILL?! They fucking thought there would be negotiations, demands? That he was there to make a scene, SHOOT SOME KIDS, and then after killing some babies and teachers he would SURRENDER? IS THAT WHAT THEY WERE WAITING ON? THE GUNMAN TO SURRENDER?

Typically, that is where the massacre ends. A surrender, and then arrest. Local El Paso man is still in El Paso after he blew apart a Walmart.

There are no “Good guys” with guns here to save the day. There will never be “good guys” with guns, because the fact of the matter is, the “Good guy” with a gun only exist to maybe preserve their own life from getting shot to bits during a slaughter event. But that factor is astronomically low, because a mass shooter with an assault rifle does not need to be accurate or trained to blow people to pieces. He just needs to pull the trigger, and by the time the bullet spray has finished shredding flesh, the “good guy” with a gun might already be dead or bleeding out.

And by the time the execution has ended, casualties are piled and accounted for. One person cut down is one too many. The states allowing people to own an assault rifle is permission for some hateful bastard to purchase that weapon, and cull out a grocery store or a school. There is nothing else to it. The republicans validate these people by providing them with weapons. You’re not going to argue, “for collectors” or “a citizens rights”. The only rights they preserve and protect are those to anyone with the urge to take a gun and cull a school. That is the bottom line. 

No one turned into a Rambo and rushed the school. The parents were tazed or peppered sprayed by wannabe cops. Some of those ‘brave’ law enforcement were even allowed to breach the school to get THEIR OWN CHILDREN OUT, because they KNEW. THEY KNEW WHERE THE GUNMAN WAS. They left him trapped in a room with children. They condemned the children for a goddamn janitors key hidden in a Resident Evil style puzzle errand.

greg abbott victim to the trees was correct. It could have been much worse. The gunmen could have been a mobile shooter, doing a Terminator sweep of the school, going classroom to classroom. But he didn’t. He got locked in with a classroom of children. The children called 911 begging for help while the killer squatted with them and their dead peers, and the police hung around outside in full cosplay trying to figure out school locks.

But somehow, knowing the gunmen was dismissed as a nonthreat and was in a classroom of still living children, while they called for help, aches some painful injustice and nefarious botched situation planning. The gunmen wasn’t neutralized, he was decided to be a nonthreat, while children begged 911 to send the police. They were scared. They were unarmed. They were better trained, more courageous, than those shit stain grownass adults who live in one of the most pro-gun states in the entire universe. Its like the police force woke up and realized, “assault rifle exists?”

How fucking stupid. How embarrassing. How inconceivably horrendous to condemn those children because cops in cosplay couldn’t figure out a door.

#texas #uvalde #greg abbott #ted cruze #ted botched #steroids cruze #i honest to fucking piss ants want to deck the next beaver that says (good guys) with guns #the capacity to get your shit together in the presence of an unstable and active shooter is such a low integer #a nonthreat I cant get over that #WHAT OTHER REASON DOES THE GUY WITH THE ASSAULT RIFLE HAVE TO ENTER A SCHOOL BUT TO SLAUGHER CHILDREN? #WHERE THE FUK WERE YOU RAISSED MARS? #YOU KNOW THE ABSOLUTE SHITS THAT LIVE IN YOUR PROGUN STATE #THE ABSOLUTE BRAIN DEAD IDIOCY TO DISMISS CHILDREN TELLING YOU TO SEND IN THE POLICE HES NOT GOING TO KILL LESS #and what is worse is this will happen again and progun fanatics will blame everything #but the fact the shooter was able to get a gun in a vending machine

[nolantalks]

IS IT SMART TO SAY WHAT GROUPS YOU’RE IN?

I honestly don’t care. Hell I gave a couple of detailed posts on here of the majority of groups I’ve ever been on. I don’t care if people know the current groups that I didn’t make that I’m on. It helps show that all but one of them are aware it’s me and don’t believe the bullshit that has been spread about me at all. And the one group where I use a different alias was at the request of one of their admins and I low key think they know anyway but since there is no OOC list they can just pretend it’s not me and go on about their day instead of stress someone will call them out for ‘allowing me’ on their site after all the shit they talked. Besides, it’ll help focus them on places I actually am on and not some random group some random person whose character has something in common with one of my old ones and harassing it. I find it so funny how they ‘find’ me everywhere but when I actually make it clear where I am it’s so damn hard for them to acknowledge it and when they finally do it’s all ‘ohhhh but we don’t care and weren’t looking or anything, it’s funny he thinks we were ha….ha….ha’

Although…. it is an interesting experiment and we all know these stalkers are my little lab rats.

LOOKS LIKE LESS AND LESS ARE BELIEVING THOSE STORIES ABOUT YOU PARTIAL DUE TO A LACK OF PROOF OF ANY OF THEM.

Better late than never I always say. It comes with the fact that the bullies, Karens, obsessed stalker fans are just insane people. The complete lack of evidence of anything, the fact those that made claims are also deleting them, back tracking or out right admitting to lying. The fact that there is well 1.5 blogs ran by the same narc obsessed fan,m that can’t help but watch everything I do and even send themselves anons pretending to be other people is just… well, required. This person who I’ve never met or interacted with is really hoping I’d get with them at this point. Sorry bitch, already got a fiancée don’t need a toxic girlfriend.

It also helps that these people are known to be problematic themselves and retreat to their hive mind now that the general rpc either doesn’t give a shit about drama anymore or just don’t believe their bullshit. Which leads me to my next topic people Lee asking me about.

WHAT ABOUT THE FANFIC WRITERS? DON’T THEY GOT THEIR OWN PROBLEMATIC ISSUES THAT CAN BE PROVEN?

And that would be a hell yeah. Now I’ve already linked to and provided evidence of quite a lot of this and would definitely provide more if required. But for now either scroll down and find this shit or enjoy the read of how the asshats that tried to make drama with for me were actually the devils of the RPC.

ALR: was insanely cliquey and one of those groups where staff had to have the most powerful characters and they shit talk people in DMs while either avoiding them in chats or worse, acting sweet and nice to them publicly.

WOTNA: I mean I’ve shown this everywhere and it was in their own tags and a Google doc the staff themselves made. Not regarding my experience with them but just that a lot of people that were on it now say how toxic and immature that whole group was especially the staff. The staff admitting they were immature and would do things just because someone pissed them off rather it was hours ago or months ago. And let’s not forget stealing someone’s character and admitting to it with a ‘we thought she wouldn’t notice’ excuse.

Raven: once herald as a ‘pillar of the community’ was in fact insanely toxic. They targeted blogs they didn’t like, got theme makers to shut down their blogs over being told they weren’t going to go through their dozens of themes and edit all the coding to make the font huge and make it not a window theme which they demanded for days. Like the great race faker, a lot of people knew how toxic they were but didn’t say anything til after it was clear they were gone because they were afraid of them. Ranted how they were the best admin on tumblr, the best writer, and other than their friends, no one else was good enough to write on their group and how they hate wasting their time reading subpar apps and having to be nice when discussing edits. Oh and let’s not forget they stole a lot of their codes from other sites like codepen and jcink but claimed them as original since they changed a font color.

MP: the main admin Jo steals peoples OCs and makes them skeleton canons for the group and refuses to take them down when you ask her two and is in her rules that she would do.

HG: insanely toxic. Got my Google doc on that one. But a lot of people also claimed that it was a very cliquey group and toxic with even people in the cliquey choosing to bubble RP and still shit talk each other.

Empire: really don’t have any dirt on them. A friend of staff apparently was told I was going to sue Raven and made up the story I threatened to so the staff for kicking me out because of Raven. They apparently didn’t tell said friend that I had been there for a while already and even just rejoined later on with a new alias as staff told me to do. So…. Maybe jerks for not clearing that up?

CB: insanely cliquey and toxic. That’s coming from my friend as well who openly admits to me how toxic his friend group is and only sticks with them because he’s known them for so long. Members outside of the clique also have their own stories that I wanna say were similar to mine but I honestly didn’t have a story when there. Never interacted with the staff other than ‘oh they replied to my starter let me reply then’ never spoke to them at even when they did that. Well until they made up and activity unfollow just because they were mad I was taking up my friends time with OOC chats and posting *gasps*.

Should I go on with naming the individuals? Because we all know they got their own problematic pasts they wish we’d stop bring up. Here looking at you ms Barbie and Ms shadow hunter.

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Services provided by Packers and Movers

Packing and moving to new location is not everyone’s cup of tea. It is one of the most chaotic task that one has to deal with utmost dedication. In the today’s world where we have tons of moving companies which have expanded their business worldwide, people nowadays prefer hiring a moving company meeting their needs and requirements within their budget. Their task of shifting to new location is made easy by these relocation service providing companies. These companies provide with the A class services and try to meet all the moving needs of their clients such as loading, unloading and unpacking of goods after reaching the destination. Their main task is to relocate the customer’s valuable belongings without any breakage and damage to their belongings.

There are several packing and moving service providers in India as well as outside India. They provide wide range of relocation services such as shifting of household articles, moving of corporate and industrial merchandise, shipping of goods from the nearest port, car transportation services, consignment of official goods, air cargo services, domestic, national and international shifting services, packing, loading and unloading services etc. These companies are always ready to offer services to their customers who are in need of relocation to a new place. But keep in mind the fact that all relocation service providers are not same and are not reliable. To hire the best services you have to do some research, gain knowledge about their company and how they work and find some of the following things you require in Moving companies. Here are some points that can help you in finding your reliable company.

1) Always hire the government registered company and demand for a proper proof of their government document so that you can depend upon them, trust them blindly and if anything goes wrong you can go by law. 2) Collect information from at least six to seven companies and then compare their services and charge rate so that you can hire the quality service provider within your budget. 3) Always collect information about their past services and the quality of the services they provide, whether through them or by reading the reviews on their official site. 4) Always make your shifting with full documentation and proof at your hand so that you are not being fooled by any fraudster or fake moving company. There is several relocation companies from you can choose one for yourself. Among all the service provider companies of Delhi is gaining popularity at rapid pace and is gaining popularity as Packers Movers Delhi. They provide all the relocation services at a very reasonable prices taking utmost care to every single belongings of their customers. Professionals of the company pack each and every goods with utmost care and with professionalism without making any single breakage or scratches on the articles. These companies have all the modern technology and tools to pack, load and unpack the goods after reaching the final destination of customer. They also customize their services as per the demand of their customers. So be aware and choose a reliable move for yourself.

Moving companies offer a range of services aimed at simplifying the process of relocating goods from one place to another. Some of the primary services they provide include:

Packing: They professionally pack household or office items using high-quality materials to ensure their safety during transit.

Loading: They load the packed items onto trucks or transport vehicles using proper equipment to prevent damage.

Transportation: These companies arrange for the transportation of goods to the destination using suitable vehicles based on the volume and type of items.

Unloading: Upon reaching the destination, they carefully unload the items, ensuring they are handled with care to prevent any damage.

Unpacking: They also provide unpacking services, where they unpack the goods and arrange them as per the client's instructions.

Insurance: Some movers offer insurance coverage for goods during transit, providing financial protection against any unexpected damage or loss.

Storage: In case there's a need for temporary storage, these companies  may also offer storage facilities where goods can be securely kept until they are ready to be delivered.

Local and International Moves: Whether it's a local or international move, professional packers and movers cater to both short and long-distance relocations.

Customs Clearance (for International Moves): For international moves, they often assist with customs clearance, ensuring all necessary documentation is in order.

Additional Services: Some companies may provide additional services like pet relocation, vehicle transportation, special handling for delicate items, and more.

The aim of these services is to alleviate the stress and hassle associated with moving, ensuring that belongings reach their destination safely and efficiently.

They offer a range of services related to the relocation of goods and belongings from one place to another. These services are especially helpful when individuals or businesses need to move their households or offices. Here are the typical services provided by moving companies:

Packing:

Material Supply: These companies supply packing materials such as carton boxes, bubble wrap, packing tape, and other necessary items.

Professional Packing: Trained personnel pack goods with care, ensuring that items are well-protected during transit.

Loading: Heavy Lifting: Movers assist in loading all packed items onto the transportation vehicle.

Specialized Handling: Fragile or valuable items are handled with extra care.

Logistics Planning: They plan and optimize the route for efficient transportation.

Unloading:

Efficient Unloading: Movers assist in unloading items at the destination.

Placement: They may help in placing furniture and other items as per the client's instructions.

Unpacking:

Unpacking Services: Some companies offer unpacking services where they unpack and arrange items in the new location.

Storage:

Short-term and Long-term Storage: They  may provide storage facilities for goods that need to be stored temporarily.

Insurance:

Insurance Coverage: Movers often offer insurance coverage for the goods being transported, providing compensation in case of damage or loss during transit.

Documentation:

Documentation Assistance: These companies  assist with the necessary paperwork and documentation related to the relocation.

International Relocation Services:

Customs Clearance: For international moves, moving companies assist with customs clearance procedures.

Documentation for International Moves: They help with the documentation required for international shipments.

Vehicle Transportation:

Car and Bike Transport: Some packers and movers offer services for transporting vehicles to the new location.

Pet Relocation:

Pet Transportation: Specialized services may be available for the relocation of pets.

Corporate Relocation:

Office Relocation: These companies  provide services for the relocation of office equipment, furniture, and supplies.

It's important to communicate your specific needs with the packers and movers so that they can tailor their services accordingly. Additionally, always check the credentials, reviews, and insurance coverage of the moving company before hiring their services.

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Gold In Roth IRA

The post Gold IRA Transfer vs. If you personal a car, there’s a powerful chance you personal a small quantity of palladium as a result of the steel is likely current in your catalytic converter, its commonest software. It may be either “longer” or “shorter.” A long contract is one in which I believe that the price of gold will rise. Additionally helpful metals typically rise all one of the best ways by means of classes of unsettling events corresponding to wars, terrorism, inflation, deflation, downturns within the inventory marketplace and the US greenback. When you take into consideration that property equivalent to bonds and stocks are weak to inflation, the debasement of the greenback and different issues in addition to, then it's a chance that your investment could be adversely affected. Take any superb jewelry you are contemplating selling to a gemologist or a certified appraiser. There isn't gold-ira.info since the decision is predicated on your distinctive demands and preferences. An IRA that is gold-backed can be an awesome investment for investors who are looking to diversify their portfolios and have low danger tolerances. This makes an IRA an ideal selection for people who find themselves trying to save cash however don’t need to pay any tax on the curiosity earned. This commodity additionally offers you access to the industrial market.

Make every part in your house shine before placing it on the market available on the market. It's your greatest companion on the off likelihood that you’re considering opening or enhancing your singular retirement portfolio. So, if you’re not involved in shopping for silver and gold coins or you wish to follow diversification within your safe-haven holdings but don’t wish to stray too far away from valuable metals, you’re in luck; you could have several choices. Likewise, we believe in diversifying your portfolio and making it inflation-proof. Likewise, the American forex is declining. Listed below are some explanation why American Bullion may be a good option. As the jewelry business does make use of a many of the annual supply of bullion that can be bought this business has really not been an vital contributing consider price strain that goes in each route.

Moreover, Roth IRAs assist you to withdraw money tax-free at any time without penalty. The corporate was founded by Trevor Gerszt out of Woodland Hills, California. Goldco (aka, Goldco Treasured Metals) was based in 2006 and is a treasured metals agency that is headquartered in Woodland Hills, California. EY did not report suspicious activity at one of the world's largest gold refineries after which altered a compliance report to cover the crime. Q&A: What's the Chilcot report? This may more and more ensure that he's in fact getting genuine cash to add to his rising coin collection. In addition to a medical insurance, getting a memorial plan is another glorious move.

The company specializes in the custody of different belongings in self-directed IRAs, Coverdell Training Accounts, Well being Financial savings Accounts and qualified business retirement plans. You additionally need to examine that the choice to include different investments like gold suits your holistic monetary plan. We wish you to succeed financially, and that means choosing the strategy that is best for you; and that isn’t necessarily what works for us. Furthermore, the previous chart did not show that the lower band supported the worth in the middle of may and center of June. Hours later, Thatcher gave a defiant speech - she insisted the convention proceed - that, even her critics lauded. BBA and a 5-star score on Trustpilot, the place thousands of shoppers gave AHG’s gold IRA a five-star overview and were quite happy with the service. Limited selection Fees aren’t clearly defined on the website Focused solely on metals, no paper foreign money Editorial Word: The editorial content on this page is just not provided by any financial institution, credit card issuer, airline, or resort chain, and has not been reviewed, permitted, or in any other case endorsed by any of these entities. 2. iTrustCapital offers IRA choices that enable investors to purchase precious metals or cryptos for retirement accounts.

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[liebermintz]

a peculiar comorbidity, part three

And to close this off, I want healthcare providers to do a few things. There are going to be a lot more cases like me. There are people out there who are fucking struggling. In fact, I'm sure most of the diabetes-related suicides out there were from late-in-life diabetics with an autism comorbidity. this shit isn't easy to deal with, especially when your comforts are now lethal. and it's not like you can just say "well, don't do it." do you have any idea how super-ingrained these comforts, these stims, these safe foods are to an autistic person? they run deep. and they run deep even when you're a kid. it's the main reason why applied behavior analysis is straight-up considered psychological torture in the autistic community - people suggest that just to rip an autistic person away from bad actions, only to realize way too late they're making them miserable. and right now, I'm going through one hell of an ABA session, only that it's my fucking pancreas that's playing pretend-psychiatrist. combine that with the "gotta keep you alive no matter what" mindset of every type 1 resource, endocrinologists, diabetes educators, and PCPs and you have yourself a system that is designed to kill neurodivergent late-in-life diabetics in a short amount of time. in a way, it's genocide. you're getting rid of one group of people in order to not have to deal with them down the line. in another way, it's a form of eugenics since it's designed to weed out the undesirables from the health pool, so they can take their time delaying closed artificial pancreas loops, fool-proof insertion kits that can't be ripped out during sleep or strenuous activity, 10/20-minute-peak insulins with two-hour total lifespan, seven-day patch pumps, stuff that doesn't exactly benefit a neurotypical diabetic at the moment since they're easily adaptable (plus there's this dogged "can't teach an old dog new tricks" mindset you see a lot in diabetic circles) but benefits a neurodivergent diabetic who has way more to worry about than high and low blood sugars. the healthcare industry doesn't give a shit about me. in fact, i'm pretty sure it wants me to die either by my own hand or by theirs.

but here I am, asshole. and here's my final demand: I want Tzield to be approved for honeymooning patients NOW.

I want late-in-life diabetics (priority going to those with neurodivergences) to automatically be added to pancreas and islet cell transplant lists upon diagnosis. you will see significantly less suicides, less deaths, less eugenics, less murder, less mistakes, less meltdowns, less burnout - if you let them on those lists and not just relegated those to life-long diabetics whose organs are starting to crap out on them.

I want all next-gen ultra-rapid-acting insulins to be released now. again, they're just Humalog with more shit.

I want insulin to be totally free. Forever.

I want, upon diagnosis, all diabetics to receive lifelong healthcare from the government, even after remission and surgical intervention. In fact, I want all healthcare to be free.

I want all clinicals for stem-cell effective-cures to widen their criteria to include cases like mine that are way more susceptible to early-onset DKA and euglycemic DKA. those are as lethal as severe hypoglycemic events, but you just wanna blame DKA on not having enough insulin in your system. that way, you can see if stuff like VX-880 and VX-264 have an Awakenings effect (works for a bit before it stops working) or if manages to stick around for longer. I want all clinicals for immunotherapies to have their ages expanded to 35.

And I want Beyond Type 1 to publish all three of my posts - uncensored - on their website if they ever run into it. No edits save for some basic proofreading.

Anything else is genocide.

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Apache Flink plus Apache Kafka: A perfect open-source combination

Organizations in the era of ongoing digital transformation should plan how to quicken their business pace in order to stay competitive, if not outpace it. Consumers are changing quickly, making it more challenging to meet their changing needs. Because of this, she believe that having access to real-time data is essential to developing corporate agility and improving decision-making.

Real-time data is based on stream processing. It enables your company to absorb real-time continuous data streams and push them to the front for analysis, allowing you to stay ahead of ever-changing market conditions.

Collaboration between Apache Flink and Apache Kafka

The open-source event streaming de facto enterprise standard, Apache Kafka, is well known to everyone familiar with the stream processing environment. great throughput and great fault tolerance in the event of an application failure are just two of Apache Kafka’s many impressive features.

Data is delivered to its destination via Apache Kafka streams, but when Apache Kafka is installed separately, its potential is not fully realized. To make sure you’re getting the information you need from your real-time data, Apache Flink should be a vital component of your technology stack if you already use Apache Kafka.

When Apache Flink and Apache Kafka are combined, the possibilities for open-source event streaming grow dramatically. Low latency is produced by Apache Flink, which enables you to react fast and precisely to the growing corporate demand for prompt action. When combined, you have the power to produce automation and insights in real-time.

You can obtain an unfiltered stream of events from everything that occurs in your company when you use Apache Kafka. Nevertheless, some of it gets caught in queues or huge data batch processing, and not all of it is necessarily actionable. This is where working with relevant events instead of raw events is possible thanks to Apache Flink. Furthermore, Apache Flink uses pattern recognition to contextualize your data so you can see how different events relate to one another.

This is crucial because processing historical data could make events less valuable because they have a finite shelf life. Think about handling situations involving aircraft delays. These situations need for quick attention, and handling them after the fact will undoubtedly make some very irate consumers.

Apache Kafka communicates everything that is always happening within your company, serving as a kind of firehose of events. The ideal blend of pattern recognition, facilitated by Apache Flink, and this event firehose allows for lightning-fast response times once the pertinent pattern is identified. Use Apache Flink in conjunction with Apache Kafka to receive a wealth of capabilities that will help you: encourage positive behavior in your consumers, make smarter decisions in your supply chain, and captivate them with the appropriate offer at the right moment.

Developing Apache Flink: Providing Apache Flink to Everyone

You may be thinking, now that IBM have shown how useful it is for Apache Kafka and Apache Flink to collaborate, who can use this technology to work with events. Usually, it’s coders these days. Still, when you wait for astute developers with heavy workloads, things can move slowly. Furthermore, expenses are always a crucial factor to take into account because companies cannot afford to engage in every opportunity until there is proof that it will provide value. Finding the right people with the necessary expertise to take on development or data science initiatives is difficult, which increases complexity.

For this reason, it’s critical to provide more business professionals access to events for their benefit. Other users, like as analysts and data engineers, can begin to obtain real-time insights and work with datasets when it counts most when you make working with events easy. As a result, by avoiding crucial information from becoming trapped in a data warehouse, you lower the skills barrier and accelerate your data processing speed. 

By building on Apache Flink’s features, IBM’s approach to event streaming and stream processing applications addresses these significant industry challenges in an open and modular manner. In order to prevent vendor lock-in, IBM’s solution builds on what customers already have and Apache Flink can be integrated with any version of Apache Kafka. Making the most of this perfect combination, IBM grabbed the initiative and selected Apache Flink as the preferred option for event processing, with Apache Kafka serving as the industry standard for event distribution.

What if you could experiment with automations while still having a continuous view of your events? With a straightforward, user-friendly, no-code style that enables individuals with little to no knowledge in SQL, Java, or Python to exploit events, regardless of their function, IBM created IBM Event Automation in this spirit. IBM Automation, Integration Software’s VP of Product Management, Eileen Lowry, discusses the innovation that IBM is implementing with Apache Flink.

“IBM understand that funding event-driven architecture projects might require a significant financial commitment, but they also understand how important they are to a company’s ability to compete. They’ve seen them become completely trapped as a result of budget and expertise limitations. Because of this, IBM created IBM Event Automation, a no-code solution for Apache Flink that simplifies event processing. You can test new concepts more rapidly, extend into new use cases by reusing events, and shorten the time it takes to get data.

This UI not only makes Apache Flink accessible to all those who can benefit the business, but it also fosters experimentation, which can spur innovation and accelerate data pipelines and analytics. The tool allows the user to configure events from streaming data and receive feedback right away. You may pause, alter, aggregate, play, and test your solutions against data right now. Think about the innovations that could result from this, including bettering your e-commerce strategies or preserving your products’ real-time quality control.

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