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techniktagebuch · 10 months
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2. Juni 2023
Corona ist vorbei
Tja. Schön wär’s. Die Pandemie-Situation ist vielleicht eingedämmt, aber “Corona”, bildungsbürgerlich “Covid 19″, geht nicht wieder weg. Demnächst werde ich bei der Hausärztin fragen, wie es mit den Impfungen aussieht. Ich hoffe auf eine Kombi-Impfung zusammen mit der jährlichen Grippeschutzimpfung.
 Aber auf meinen Handy ist “Corona” vorbei. Die Corona-Warn-App hat den Dienst quittiert, was sogar in den Radio-Nachrichten durchgesagt wurde, und bedankt sich artig für die Mitarbeit.
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Von meinem Handy lösche ich aber nicht nur die Corona-Warn-App, sondern gleich den ganzen Corona-Ordner mit vier Apps. 
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Die CovPass-App, in der der Impfstatus hinterlegt werden konnte. Da es keine Beschränkungen mehr gibt, braucht man den Impfstatus nicht mehr nachzuweisen. 
Mit der CovPass Check App konnte man den Impfstatus anderer Personen (eigentlich anderer Handys) anhand des in der CovPass-App anzeigbaren QR-Codes checken
Die “Darf ich das”-App hatte ich mal installiert, um ein wenig Licht ins Dunkel der Beschränkungen zu bringen, weil “damals” ja jedes Bundesland sein eigenes Süppchen gekocht hat, die auch noch dauernd neu abgeschmeckt wurde. Ich weiß nicht, wann ich die App das letzte Mal verwendet habe. Ich erinnere mich nur, dass sie so mittelhilfreich war. 
Andere Apps, mit denen man sich in Restaurants, Kneipen etc. “einloggen” konnte, wie die umstrittene Luca-App (es gab noch andere) habe ich schon früher wieder gelöscht. Das ging ja irgendwann alles mit der Corona-Warn-App. glaube ich. (Wenn man nicht alles sofort aufschreibt ...)
(Markus Winninghoff)
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xhoneygirlxx · 7 months
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Fade Me
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Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
summary: your night is ruined when your date is a no show. maybe the handsome stranger at the end of the bar can fix it.
warnings: slight angst. reader is 30, Eddie is early 40s. Modern au! Reader's date sucks. Eddie is a sweetheart. Fluff. Swearing. Shitty writing and grammar mistakes!!! Not proofread!!!! Also Minors go away, I'm an 18+ blog.
*if I missed anything lmk
a/n: WELCOME TO MY BIRTHDAY BASH EVERYONE!!!!!!! I'm so excited to be celebrating with all of you guys!! This isn't my best work but I think its cute and that's all that matters. Love you all and hope you guys like this <3
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Oh, maybe, you could devastate me.
Little lady, come and fade me.
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Everything at the moment was pissing you off, setting spark to the last small fuse that sat within you. The pain from sitting on the hard bar stool was shooting pain right to your tailbone, not going away no matter how many times you switch your position. The unforgiving squeeze of the uncomfortable heels radiated pain all over your feet and you knew they would be swollen in the morning. The group of rowdy girls at the back of the bar were shrieking with joy over something you have no idea about, but you did know that you wanted to drag all of them by their scalp and remove them from the bar. 
This was stupid, so fucking stupid, and you knew from the very start that it wasn’t going to work. It never does and the next time you see your friends, they aren't going to hear the end of it. Dating sites and dating in general were things you didn’t like to partake in and for good reason. 
Out of all your friends, you happened to be the only single one and you were fine with that, but they weren’t. They begged you, since the moment you broke up with your college sweetheart, to get back out into the dating world. It was actually irritating that they cared so much about your relationship status so much, if you were hooking up with anyone, all under the guise of wanting you to be happy. Truthfully they did want you to be happy and they knew you craved having a relationship, but you were pissed and wanted to stew in your own anger.
Well, right now you were everything but happy. In fact you were furious. Furious with yourself, with them, and most importantly your stupid ass date, Luke. After your thirtieth birthday, your friends all but tackled your phone out of your grasp, making you a stupid tinder profile. 
“Thirty is the new twenty one, babe,” Dahlia said as she and the two other girls scrolled through pictures to post. 
Twenty one your ass, you think, especially with the way you’re fighting a yawn at only nine thirty on a Friday night. 
So you gave in, swiped on a few different people who snatched your attention, one of them being Luke. He was handsome, smiling brightly with a bottle of Corona in his hand and a pair of Raybans perched on the bridge of his nose. His bio was simple, straight to the point, and it was the least douchey thing you’ve read while on the app. 
After making short conversation, you learned that he was an investment banker, working in the Citibank building downtown. His interests were the same as yours, very shy yet loved to have a good time with friends. The best selling point was his dog, Cali, that could be seen in a few of the other pictures he had. 
You were sold, with his witty banter and the fact that he had his life together at thirty two didn’t make the decision hard, especially when all the other people you know that are your age don’t have a solid plan. Which in argument's sake is fine, however you weren’t getting any younger and the want to get married and start a life with someone was getting strong, even though you’d never admit it to your friends. 
So that’s why you’re sitting in a swanky bar in downtown Indy, waiting patiently for your date, who happens to be an hour late, in a dress you spent sixty dollars on. It was a pathetic feeling really, putting this much faith into a stranger in the hopes of finding the one. It’s actually why you didn’t want to do it in the first place and why your friends would have to face your wrath when you get home. 
The buzzing of your phone on the wooden bar jolts you awake, the wave of adrenaline coursing through your veins making your heart pump erratically. 
IMessage 
Luke: Sorry for the last minute text but I’m not going to be able to make it tonight. Had to stay late at the office today, I hope you understand. 
With a defeated sigh you turn your phone face down, not having the energy to cuss the asshole out for making you wait so long. Pulling your focus on the bartender, you flag him over and order a martini. Dry martini. Very dry. 
When the man places the glass in front of you, he gives you a weak smile as if he knows what’s happening. He probably does know what’s happening, he’s probably seen this happen more times than he’d like to admit and it only adds to your frustration. 
Muttering a small thanks, you take a big swig from the crystal glass, letting the liquor burn down your esophagus. It hits your stomach causing an instant burn, more fuel to the fire that’s been shimmering below the surface. The pity you started to feel has now turned into a new found rage. 
Quickly picking up your phone, you ignore the burn from the sting of the bright light, and tap on Luke’s text. 
Staring at it, you can feel the fire ripping through your body, all the anger and embarrassment you’ve let build up while sitting here coming out as you read his last message. 
Luke: Sorry for the last minute text but I’m not going to be able to make it tonight. Had to stay late at the office today, I hope you understand.  
You: That would’ve been awesome to know about an hour ago. Thank you for wasting my Friday night asshole. 
Before you can text more insults, a gruff voice interrupts the quick tapping of your acrylic nails on the screen.  
“Trust me sweetheart, he’s not worth it.” Pulling your gaze from your phone, you try to find the owner of the voice. 
Turning to your right you see him, two seats away from you, tucked away into the corner at the end of the bar. You’re not sure when he got there or if he’s been there the whole time but his presence alone is pissing you off. You’re ready to aim your dagger like tongue at him and tell him to go fuck himself when you take in his appearance. 
A plain black tee shirt pulled taunt across his broad chest, tattooed arms squeezed by the material just right. On his hands sits more black ink and nice silver rings, gleaming in the low light of the bar. His hair is brown with a streak or two of salt and pepper mixed in, wisps of hair framing his face from where it fell out of the low bun it’s been pulled into. The crows feet by his eyes are fitting, especially when his dimpled smile is peaking through from where it sits behind his glass of whiskey. 
He seems older, at least from the discolored hair and stubble on his chin, but he’s very handsome. Actually he’s hot and if you weren’t so mad right now, you’d be flirting with him. That’s not the case though, not when he has a smug ass smile on his face like he’s all knowing. 
“What d’you know?” You bite back, waiting for the handsome stranger to answer. When he takes more than a second to answer, you cock an eyebrow at him like it’s taking him too long. 
“I shouldn’t have assumed,” He replies cooly, putting his glass down on the coaster, “Don’t text her, it’s not worth it.” When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but stop breathing. 
Big brown eyes looking right at you, so soft and gentle. You sink into the warmth of his eyes on you, almost letting yourself drift away. But you’re mad and this stranger is the perfect person to let it all out on. 
“No they’re not a she, and even if it was you don’t know anything.” You look back down at your phone, tapping away at your keyboard finishing what you had started. When you hear him huff out a laugh, the frown that was on your face before quickly deepens. 
“You’re right, sweetheart, I don’t know anything. What I do know is when a pretty girl like yourself has been sitting alone at a bar for longer than an hour and suddenly starts tapping away on that thing, like you are right now, I know she’s been stood up.” 
His statement brings you right back out of your phone, willing yourself not to wipe that ‘know it all’ look right off of his pretty face. Your scowl is piercing right through him, hating the way that he could see right through you and yet not having a clue who you were. 
“Hey, I’m not judging,” He throws his hands up in surrender, “But I promise, whatever douche made someone as stunning as you, wait in a bar this long for ‘em, doesn’t deserve you. Plus, you’re too pretty to be lookin’ that angry.” He picks his glass up, finishing off the rest before nodding to the bartender for another. 
In any other situation you’d be telling them off, yelling at them to get lost, but something about this stranger feels different. You could write it off and say it’s because he’s attractive but in all actuality, it’s because he’s gentle when he says it. His eyes aren’t roaming your body like some pig, hoping to get into your panties by sweet talking to you. It’s like he actually cares about you, the stranger in her pretty dress who has been stood up by her date, like he’s known you his whole life. 
Slowly you set your phone down, relaxing the sour look on your face, and you take a deep breath. The last thing you want to do is cry, especially in a bar, and especially in front of the caring hot stranger. 
“Is it that obvious?” You ask shyly, picking up your martini glass for another sip. The man shakes his head, moving his posture so that he’s leaning towards you. 
“Don’t do that,” he says, “Don’t start thinking down on yourself. Yes it was a little obvious but my suspicion grew more when you didn’t order a drink after sitting at a bar for five minutes.” 
The statement makes you laugh wetly when he says it, a single tear escaping your eye causing you to wipe it hoping it’s not noticeable. If he sees it, he doesn’t say anything, instead moving over to the seat next to you. 
“Listen, don’t let whatever dickhead person ruin your night. From what I’ve witnessed you’re a pretty badass chick, so whatever frat bro did this to you should be scared.” An inked hand places a white napkin in front of you, a peace offering that you’re quick to take. 
“That’s the worst part, he’s not even a frat bro. He’s a finance bro.” When you chance a look up at him, he’s looking right back at you, pearly white teeth staring at you. 
In a split second he’s laughing, a deep belly kind of laugh with his head thrown back. As much as you want to defend yourself, tell him that Luke wasn’t your first choice, you can’t. Following suit, you start giggling as well, placing the white napkin to the corner of your eye to collect any unushered tears. 
“I gotta tell you sugar, that’s even worse.” The pet name doesn’t get lost on you, heart stuttering the minute it falls from his lips. Trying to pull yourself together, hoping he didn’t see the way you stiffened at the name, you clear your throat. 
“Tell me about it,” You playfully roll your eyes, taking a sip of what’s left of your drink. 
When you move your sight back over to him, he’s leaning back, dimples showing off, almost like he knows something you don’t. He does know something however, he knows that he has some sort of effect on you, watching you with pink flushing your cheeks and it’s not from the alcohol. 
“So,” You break the silence, “Sugar, huh?” You furrow your brows questioningly and it only makes him smile bigger than before. 
When he leans forward you catch a whiff of his scent, pine and cedar, musky and smoky. He’s even prettier up close and your eyes are trying to map out every detail of him so that you can remember it when you go to sleep tonight, dreaming of the good looking stranger who made your night better. 
“Well, between the softness of your laugh and your scowl that could kill,” his voice is low and husky, saying a secret for only you to hear, “You have a little bit of sugar and spice. Kind of like that cartoon with the badass power wielding girls.” 
“Do you mean the PowerPuff Girls?” Cocking your head to the side you laugh, his true age showing in the way that he described the Cartoon Network show. 
“I’m showing my true age, huh? Well, in my defense I was fifteen and you probably weren’t born yet.” His crows feet become more defined. Shaking your head, you wave to the bartender for another martini. 
“Actually, I was five but you were close enough.” His eyes go wide in shock with your admission. When another glass is placed in front of you, you send a smile to the bartender and he gives you one back. 
Looking back at the man next to you, you raise an eyebrow, questioning why he’s so surprised at your age. Blowing out a big breath it seems he’s been holding the whole time, he takes a swig of his own drink. 
“Sorry, I just,” he sighs, looking back up at you quizzingly, “wow, you’re really thirty?” Although there’s no malice behind his question, you can’t help but frown at him. He notices and immediately back tracks. 
“Fuck, no not like that I just meant,” You wait for him to dig himself a deeper hole. When he finally gets his thoughts together, he looks at you, really looks at you and it makes you want to melt. “Listen, I really didn’t mean it like that, I promise. Honestly, I felt like a perv when I first started talkin’ to you, thinkin’ you were like twenty one. When you said you were thirty, I was just surprised, that’s all. Maybe a little excited knowing I might have a chance.” 
You take in what he says to you, how sincere his voice is, and you know he isn’t lying. You don’t want to give in so fast though, you want him to sweat it out a bit. So you take a sip of your drink, your eyebrow still arched in fake annoyance. With an extra shot of courage, you look over at him, fake pout on your red stained lip. 
“How can you have a chance when I don’t even know your name?” Your voice is like silk, smooth and soft. The older man clearly likes it, the way a smirk is formed on his pink kissable lips is a clear indicator. 
“M’Eddie, Eddie Munson,” He offers you his ringed hand for a handshake, “And you are?” You give him your name and he hums with delight. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.” 
You snort loudly at his comment, covering your mouth to stop from any further laughter from falling from your lips. Eddie arches an eyebrow at you, questioning what you found so funny. 
“I’m sorry, that was just so corny.” Another giggle slips from you and the cool facade he had crumples, laughing along with you. 
“S’pretty bad, huh?’ He scrunches his nose and you think it might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 
“Yeah it was bad, who told you that would work?” You take a sip of your martini and look at him from over the rim of your glass. 
Chuckling and shaking his head, Eddie rubs his forehead as if he’s stressed. Now he’s the one fumbling and nervous, you got him in the palm of your hand. 
“Goodness, it was going so well too.” You continue to tease, the playfulness dripping from your voice. Looking over at you Eddie can’t help but smile, those damn dimples back on display. 
“You’re trouble, sugar.” It’s said with the utmost confidence and it has you blushing.
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet, babe.” It’s an invitation for him to find out and you hope he catches it. 
“How about I find out on Sunday over dinner and some drinks? What do you say?” Eddie leans into you when he says it, getting the closest he’s been to you, letting his husky voice fill your ears. 
Trying to hide the chill that runs up your back and the excitement that settles in your belly, you lean in just as close. “I’d say you have a date, pretty boy.” 
The two of you stay like that for a minute, smiling like giddy teens. Breaking away from the small moment, he pulls his phone out from his pocket, unlocking it and opening up the phone app to type in a new contact. 
Handing you the phone, his face seems boyish and giddy, you’re sure if he wasn’t sitting he’d be bouncing on the ball of his feet. Typing in your number, you shyly smile up at him handing back his phone. 
“I better hear from you Eddie Munson or finance bro won’t be the only one gettin’ his ass kicked.” Pointing a finger at him, you try your best to look as mean as possible but your plan quickly fails when you see his eyes shining at you. 
“Yes ma’am.” Throwing a wink at you, he reaches into his wallet and pulls a crisp hundred out and places it on the bar top. “I’ll be seein’ you soon, sugar.” Wrapping his fingers around yours, he places a kiss to the back of your hand. 
The feeling of his lips on your skin makes you ache for more, and the moment it’s gone you wish you can make him do it again. Pulling your lip in between your teeth, you look up at him like he’s hung the stars. 
The moment is cut short when the bartender asks Eddie if he wants change. Surprisingly he doesn’t look at the older man with anger for ruining it, instead he gives him a nice smile. 
“No Paul, the change is all yours. Also, this beautiful young lady’s drinks are on my tab.” Nodding his head, the bartender thanks Eddie for the generous tip. 
Pulling his attention back to you, he cuts you off before you can chastise him for paying. “Let me pay for the pretty girl who made my whole night, it’s the least I can do.” 
Rolling your eyes, you try hard to not let him see how flustered you are. When he bids you a goodnight, you can’t help but feel the ache of his absence. The whole time you’re in the Lyft home you think of him, staring out the window and replaying everything in your head. 
Once you get home, you sit in silence on the end of your bed, not worrying about the shower you need to take. You can’t believe the luck you had in meeting Eddie and a part of you wants to thank Luke for not showing up. 
The ding of your phone pulls you out of your thoughts, your heartbeat picking up when you read your screen. 
Maybe Eddie: Hey it’s Eddie, just wanted to make sure you got home safe. I wanted to ask if you could thank that loser for not showin up, he really did both of us a favor tonight. 
When you read it, you can’t help but giggle a little. Although corny and maybe a little dorky, Eddie had thought the same thing as you and for some reason it sent the butterflies in your tummy on a rampage. 
Maybe Eddie: You’re totally laughing at me right now, aren’t you?
Bursting into laughter, your tummy flips in excitement, imagining him blushing on the other side of the phone. Tapping away on your screen, you send him a reply. 
You: Oh you know it 😉
You: Thank you for making sure I got home by the way, I appreciate it. 
Eddie: I should’ve known. Glad you got home in one piece. 
Eddie: Night, sugar. See you Sunday 🖤
Fuck a text, you were going to send Luke a thank you card and maybe some chocolate.
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I hope you guys liked this! I can't wait to continue this week with all of you! See you all tomorrow with the next fic :)
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losfacedevil · 7 months
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Quickie // JTK
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a/n ~ I've been sitting on this one - no pun intended- for months and finally found the motivation to finish it. As always thank you to the bestest @vanfleeter for always hyping these things up and getting first dibs on em. I love youuu! Prompt: "You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again." Worked it in this one just for you @iheartjakekiszka
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Heavy petting, Oral (M! receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, cock riding.
She was always the third wheel and never the plus one. So when she saw Jake in the same predicament with Josh and his plus one she decided she was going to have some fun with it. 
A curt nod to her friends let them know that she was going to mingle and would be back soon, not that they really cared. Quickly making her way into the kitchen she ducked past Sam, a quick smile and wave exchanged before she snatched up a bottle of Corona out of the ice bucket sitting on the counter. 
She checked herself out in the reflection of the microwave door, cracking open the beverage as she made sure the tendrils of hair that framed her hair fell just right. Straightening out her back she took off at a saunter, shooting short waves and soft smiles at the acquaintances she passed. 
Her eyes fell on Josh first, a shit eating grin spreading across her face as she waved at him. He reciprocated her smile, the alcohol coursing through his veins giving him the liquid courage to do anything. She stepped in front of Jake and took in his form, the way he leaned back casually, his arm thrown over the back of the couch next to him. 
“Is this seat taken?” A giggle slipped past her lips as she pointed at Jake’s lap. His eyes danced to hers as he continued the conversation he was in, not skipping a beat answering Josh’s question. 
She shrugged her shoulders, not waiting for him to answer and wrapped her arm gently around Jakes shoulders before lowering herself into his lap. She threw her legs over his, leaning her upper body against his in one fell swoop. Jakes eyes grew wide as his body stiffened slightly and his arm fell to rest against his thigh. 
Jakes eyes quickly met Josh’s as she leaned forward slightly to place her beer on the coffee table in front of them. She fell seamlessly into the conversation at hand, addressing a mutual acquaintance sat with the group and engaged in a nonsensical conversation. Josh couldn’t help the drunken smile that spread across his face as he moved his arms in a motion that suggested the wrapping of them around someone. 
Jake pulled a steadying breath in through his nose as he shifted in his seat. He let his arms snake around her middle very gently, letting his hands rest against her sides. He couldn’t see the smile that spread across her face as she crossed her legs, pulling her arm back from around his shoulders before adjusting the way she was perched on him. 
She leaned forward slightly, grabbing her beer off of the table and pulled a long swig, feeling her nerves starting to kick up as Jakes arm tightened around her. He took advantage of the way she leaned and leaned with her so he could slip his phone out of his back pocket. 
Jake let go of her quickly, unlocking his phone and opening his notes app, he quickly typed something out. He watched as her eyes lit up, almost fully entranced with the way her lips moved as she continued to engage in conversation with those around her. 
He leaned forward, pulling in a deep breath through his nose as he hooked his chin over her shoulder and brought his hand around to rest against her thigh. Jake tapped her thigh lightly, pulling her attention back to him as his rubbed his phone gently against her. Her eyes danced down to where the phone rested, her eyebrow quirked up as she read. 
‘Wanna get some air?’ His breath caught in his chest as he strained his eyes to watch her profile intently, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. The slight nod of her head had him hopeful as she stretched her arm out for her beer once more. She brought the bottle to her lips, sucking the rest of the cool liquid down in one swallow before turning her head slightly and placing her lips dangerously close to his ear. 
“Meet me outside in five.” She whispered, her free hand finding his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting herself up off of him. 
She waved a quick goodbye to Josh as she turned on her heel and tossed her empty  beer bottle in the recycling bin on her way out to door. She pushed her way out of the house, letting the door slam shut behind her as the cool night air kissed the skin of her face and bare arms. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pulled in a deep breath through her nose, the smell of rain looming in the air. 
She slowly made her way over to where the cars lined the street, eyeing the two identical jeeps parked one right behind the other. With a gentle shrug of her shoulders she turned and leaned against one, hoping to have found Jake’s vehicle.
Jake made quick work of finding her, eyes honing in on her as soon as he stepped foot out of the house. He couldn’t help but roll them as he realized she was leaned up against Josh’s jeep not his own. 
“Hey!” He called, making his way slowly down the stairs as her gaze found his and a sly smile spread across her face. She pushed off of the Jeep, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she slowly walked towards him and met him in the middle of the yard. 
“Is there enough air out here for you?” She teased, coming to a stop in front of him. A soft pink kissed the apples of his cheeks and she wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the house, the liquor running through his veins or her. He chuckled shyly, reaching up to press a hand to the back of his neck. 
“Heh, yeah. It was uh… a bit stifling in there.” He joked, reaching up to tug at the collar of his shirt with one hand and fanned his face with the other. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she closed the distance between them and placed her hands on his hips. 
“Oh is that what happened? Did my sitting in your lap cause you to get a little hot and bothered?” She could tell by the way his eyes widened slightly that she had struck a cord. Her hand danced up his side, feather light touches kissing his cheek before she began to lazily thread her fingers through his hair. Jake fought the shiver that danced up his spine, his eyes fluttering shut as she tugged lightly at the strands of hair through her fingers. 
“We’re gonna have a problem if you don’t cut the shit.” He spoke through newly gritted teeth, locking his knees into place as he fought the urge to press his hips forward. 
She reached for his hand, wrapping her petite fingers around his wrist before pulling his arm forward and placing his hand on the back of her thigh. Jake pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the primal urges that bubbled within him. 
“Oh yeah? And what kind of problem might that be, baby boy?” She cooed, her gaze trained on his face as his eyes danced behind his closed lids and his dull nails dug into the exposed skin of her thigh. 
“I might just put you into the back of whichever Jeep I can get unlocked first and take you right there.” His voice was raspy, swallowing down the whine that threatened to escape him as her thigh brushed up against his hardening length. 
“Oh is that so? Maybe you should show me a good time.” She cooed, lifting up onto her toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Jakes eyes widened, boring holes into hers as she pulled back and softly danced her free hand over his dick. 
“I’d suggest you stop if you don’t want that to become a reality.” He mumbled, snaking his free hand up her skirt and cupped her clothed core in his palm. He slowly began to move forward, backing her up against the side of the Jeep as his fingers lightly danced around her clothed core. 
“I think you’re staring, baby boy.” She cooed, picking her foot up off of the ground and rested it against the door of the Jeep. Jake pressed his entire body weight against her, pinning her to the body of the vehicle. 
“You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again.” He mumbled, reaching up to cup her chin in his hand. A soft confused expression kissed her features and she cocked her head to the side slightly. 
“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” She cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulled him even closer against her. A devilish grin played across Jakes lips as he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. The kiss was sloppy, all spit swapping, tongue dances and clashing teeth. She giggled as she pulled back from him, reaching up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. 
“It means I’m about to put you in the backseat of my Jeep and take what you’ve been teasing me with for months. You’re mine now and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He pressed the heel of his hand expertly against her clit, grinding his hand in circular motions and pulled a whine out of her chest. 
“Laying claim now are we? So what you’re telling me is this? This right here is mine, huh?” She cooed, wrapping her fingers around his dick the best she could with his skinny jeans in the way. Jake fought the urge to let his eyes roll as he removed his hand from her thigh and shoved it into his pants pocket. He pressed the button on the key fob and successfully unlocked the Jeep to their right.
“Damn it, Josh’s will have to do.” He mumbled, leaving over to open the back door of his brothers vehicle. Jakes eyes met hers and he nodded his head in the direction of the jeep before capturing her lip in a gentle kiss. 
“You’re really gonna rail me in the back of your brothers jeep? Naughty, naughty. I like it.” She quipped as she took a step towards the open door and looped her index finger into his belt loop; essentially pulling him along with her. 
“That’s what he gets for picking the same thing I wanted.” Jake mumbled as he reached up and placed his hand in front of his nose, pulling in the scent of her before gripping her shoulders and pushing her backwards into the vehicle. 
Jake couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her situate herself, leaning her head against window and threw her leg up over the front seat for some support. 
“That’s not gonna work, sit right, gorgeous.” Jake chuckled, waving his hands at her to drop her leg off of the seat before he slid inside and shut the door behind him. 
A devilish smile kissed her lips as she lunged forward and buried her face in his neck. Soft pecks turned teeth nips and sloppy movements of her tongue driving him wild as he slowly palmed his growing erection through his jeans. She threw her leg over his, pushing herself back into a seated position as her hands went to quick work unbuckling the belt he wore. 
“Well someone knows what they want.” He chuckled, lifting his hips so she could shimmy his jeans down just enough for his erection to spring free. 
“Wanted this for so long.” She mumbled, her eyes growing wide and mouth damn near watering at the sight of him. Her gaze met his as she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft and his eyes widened slightly, encouraging her. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose and began slowly stroking his dick. 
Jakes mouth fell slightly agape, his eyes fluttering as her fingers tickled along the skin of his shaft, the barely there touches beginning to drive him crazy. His hand found the bun her hair was tied up in and he wrapped his fingers around it, using the bun to maneuver her face to his. He leaned forward, ghosting his lips over hers.
“Suck it.” His voice was but a whisper before he pulled her head back and pushed it towards his lap. She couldn’t help the shrill giggle that slipped past her lips as he pushed her head towards his erection. Her tongue snuck out between her lips, wetting them slightly before she wrapped them around him. 
A guttural groan escaped him as she gently flicked her tongue along the slit of his dick before hollowing her cheeks and taking him into her mouth as far as she could. His head fell back against the seat, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. 
His grip on her hair loosened as she continued her motions, swirling her tongue around the tip on every pull up. Jakes thighs tensed and he fought the urge to buck up into her mouth. She hummed around him, her free hand coming to rest on his thigh. 
Jake shook his head softly and tightened his grip in her hair as he pulled her up and off of him. A pout played on her lips as her gaze met his. 
“Why’d you make me stop? I was having fun.” She giggled, stroking the hand that still rested against his shaft upwards and rolled her thumb over the tip of his dick. Jake dropped his hand from her hair, bringing both up to rest against his thighs before he lifted them and brought them back down against the clothed skin. 
“Ride it, now.” The chuckle that escaped him could only be described as sinister as he snaked a hand between her legs and yanked her panties hard enough to hear the stitches give. Her jaw dropped and eyes widened as she maneuvered the best she could and quickly placed her hands on his shoulders as she straddled his lap.
“You ripped my favorite panties you asshole.  You’re buying me a new pair.” She joked, rocking her hips slightly as she coated the tip of his dick in her slick. 
She bent down slightly, capturing his lips with hers as she sunk down on his length and swallowed down the moan that slipped past his lips. Jakes hands found her hips and he gripped them tightly as she came to rest against his hips. 
“Good?” She questioned lightly and loosened her grip on his shoulders lightly. He nodded gently, prompting her to move with his hands as he hid his face in her cleavage. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose and began to move slowly, her movements calculated around the limited space she had. 
“God damn.” Jake mumbled, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips and she threw her head back, reveling in the pin pricks of pain he left against her hips. 
She changed her rhythm slightly, rocking her hips against his with every downward movement, giving her clit the friction she craved. 
“Holy shit Jake, what the fuck.” She mumbled, the band in her stomach quickly pulling taut with each downward movements of her hips. Jake chucked lowly, reaching his hand down between their bodies and his thumb found her clit, rubbing lazy circles around it. 
“Jake, please. I’m gonna cum.” She whispered, hiding her face in his neck as her hips faltered and she clenched hard around him. A scream ripped from her chest as she felt a gush between her legs; something that had never happened before. A hiss sounded in her ear and his hand returned to her hip. She screamed out again as he began fucking up into her, holding her hips still as he quickly chased his high.  
“Make a mess of my fucking pants I’ll make a fucking mess of you.” He growled, bucking his hips upwards as hard as he could as breathy moans escaped him and his hips began to slow. He came to a stop, letting his head fall back against the seat as they both got their bearings. 
“I’m sorry, that’s never happened before.” Her voice was small and she leaned back, her big doe eyes meeting his. A fucked out smile spread across his lips and he reached up to cup her cheeks in his hands. 
“No worries, hot stuff, Josh basically lives out of this thing, I’m sure there’s a spare pair of pants somewhere.” He chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. 
“What do we do now? Other than make a mess.” She thanked the stars that the jeep was dark enough to hide the crimson blush on her cheeks. Jakes gaze danced around the back seat briefly before leaning over and snatching fast food napkins off of the front seat. 
“Sorry, the clean up crew doesn’t touch this car.” Jake groaned, wished he had had the patience to unlock his own car. She smiled sheepishly at him as she pulled off of him with a soft but lewd pop and quickly cleaned herself up. 
Jake sighed, trying to dry his pants the best he could with the fast food napkins before lifting his hips and shimmying them back up. A grimace kissed his face as he buttoned his pants and he looked at his damp hands before wiping them on his pant legs. He opened the car door and slipped out quickly,  standing under the street light to see if the wet spot was noticeable. 
“We should probably get back before they think we’ve taken off. I’ll take his car to get detailed tomorrow just shhh, don’t tell Josh.”
Cheeky Jake girl taglist: @puzzle-gvf @writingcold @takenbythemadness @ignite-my-fire @alwaysonthemend
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@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --
There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.
There was a lack of honor in the inebriation that Harrow despised.
Besides, she was the last presenter of the conference, and breakfast started at 7am sharp. There was no time for banal things such as “networking”.
She picked her phone to text Ianthe—her girlfriend was extremely efficient in calming Harrow’s nerves for her presentation—but frowned at the multiple pings from her plethora of diverse messaging apps; that is, all two of them.
She opened Instagram with a trembling finger.
Her first reaction wasn’t shock, since it took a good ten seconds for Harrow to recognize Anubis. Once she did, her cheeks burned with a drizzling mix of anger and amusement.
Much like his owner, Anubis was petite, a once tiny little black runt that grew into a tiny black demon. He had a history of fighting against collars, so Harrow never attempted to indulge herself by forcing him into funny little blankets shaped like denim jackets.
That was why, when she finally recognized her cat in a sheep costume framed by Coronabeth’s cleavage, she squeaked in surprise. To her horror, the little cricket looked adorable, and Corona’s massive volleyball fans had already adopted him as a mascot, with thousands of notifications in the photo. There was also a video of Anubis prancing around in the immaculate sheep uniform, his ears poking from the furry headset like sharp rocks on a field of camellias. Corona took the stage presenting the adorable cat, but Harrow knew better. She knew who was recording it, who had probably ordered the costume, and who had tagged Harrow in the viral videos.
“Hi, love. How’s the conference?” Ianthe picked up on the second ring. Harrow heard Corona’s voice in the background, and a suspicious purr that meant Anubis was around and enjoying the attention overflow.
“That’s animal abuse.”
“What do you mean?” 
Harrow heard the tilt in Ianthe’s voice. She knew exactly what Harrow meant, and she loved it.
“I left him with you for forty-eight hours and you already defamed him.”
“Harry,” Ianthe started, and Anubis meowed in the background, followed by Corona’s squeak. “The poor thing was cold, and Corona happened to snap a picture. He’s enjoying fame.”
“Leave him alone.”
“He already has his own TikTok and Instagram account.” At least there was a tinge of apology in Ianthe’s tone.
“Ianthe,” Harrow warned.
“Corona and Camilla will run it. And we can have more privacy at your place while they petsit him.”
“My place is fine!”
“Tell that to Anubis when he’s staring me down while I strap—”
Harrow hung up.
A minute later, Ianthe called. Harrow picked up after the third call.
“He’s okay, I promise,” Ianthe said as a greeting, and the background noise diminished. Harrow imagined Ianthe hiding from her sister’s enthusiasm in her room. “You know I’d never let anything bad happen to him.”
“I just want to be informed before I receive hundreds of follow requests because my cat looked adorable in a sheep costume.”
“Aww, so you also think he’s adorable?”
“You’re deflecting.” Harrow closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over her. “I miss you,” she whispered.
“I miss you too. You’ll do fine tomorrow. I promise.”
There was something visceral in believing a promise from Ianthe Tridentarius’ mouth. A chill ran down her vertebrae.
“Also, what are you wearing?”
She might as well use the energy into something good.
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thefreakydeaky · 9 months
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Negan x Reader
Various TWD Characters x Reader
Modern AU
Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.
Warnings: Mentions of cheating
When you said good bye to your husband, that morning and he said “Be good.” You had every intention of doing so. You considered yourself a tame even tempered person. You didn’t go looking for trouble. It wasn’t your fault that trouble often seemed to be looking for you. Really it wasn’t.
In the parking lot of a big chain store you sat in your car messing around on your phone. Big crowds gave you anxiety. While it was a weekday and the middle of the day there were still quite a few people in the store, if the parking lot was anything to go by. Putting off human interaction for a few more minutes, you scrolled through your feed, occasionally hitting like on posts that made you smile. As you hit like on your cousin’s pregnancy announcement a notification popped up on the instant messaging icon. You clicked on it and the screen opened to a different page. A message from your ex-fiance. What you could see without opening it was “Hi…”
You looked at his picture. It was just him, no wife, girlfriend, or child. You would have felt more comfortable if there had been someone else with him. You told yourself not to make assumptions. Maybe enough time had finally passed and he was just checking on you. Besides not having anyone in his profile photo didn’t mean anything. Your husband wasn’t in yours. It could even just be spam. You clicked on his picture and it took you to his profile. You did sometimes wonder how his family was doing.
In the years since you ended your engagement you had lost three of your four grandparents. You had lost family friends and an aunt to the corona virus. You wondered if he had lost anyone during the first few years of the pandemic. You wondered if his grandparents were still around. Curious, you snooped on his page.
Selfie, selfie, selfie, something promoting his brother’s business, selfie, selfie, meme, more promoting, meme, meme. Nothing containing the information you wanted to know was on the page and you couldn’t go through his albums because you weren’t following each other’s accounts.
You went back to the message icon. You considered the possibility that he addressed those questions in the message. ‘Well,’ you thought, ‘What could it hurt?’. You opened the message.
- Hi… went to our place last night and it brought back a lot of good memories. I know we haven’t talked much since, but you been on my mind. How have you been? –
You frowned. He was giving you nothing and now the curiosity was pecking at your mind like a hen at a worm. Now you needed to know. You replied quickly.
-Hello. Yes, I remember the place. We always had a great time there. How have you been, how’s the family?-
You waited there a minute to see if he happened to reply quickly, but he didn’t. So, you closed the app and tried to refocus your energy on to the task at hand, quickly and efficiently getting what you needed from the store. You turned off the car, put your keys in your purse, picked up your iced coffee and got out.
Passing by the plus sized section you remembered that you wanted to get a new dress to wear to your husband’s company picnic. You huffed out a breath of annoyance,but made your way to the racks. As you flipped through the options you picked out the dresses you thought would look best and put them over your arm. Your husband wasn’t what you would consider a big deal in the company, but he did manage his department. This made you feel obligated to dress more nicely for the event.
Your phone rang as you entered the dressing room.
“Hello?” You greeted as you set down your things and began to undress.
“Hello, is this Mrs.Smith?” A low voice you imagined was female inquired.
You froze.
“Yes, this is she.”
“I wanted to let you know that your husband is having an affair.”
You felt like you had been hit in the stomach. All the air seemed to have left your lungs yet you knew it hadn’t because you were able to ask, “Is it you?”, in a steady voice.
“No! No. I’ve seen them flirting and sneaking around together. It’s not right that you don’t know.” She said.
You took a deep breath then let it out slowly.
“Well, I certainly know now, don’t I?”
The line was quiet.
“Thank you for your concern.” You forced something that sounded like sincerity into your tone.
“Yes, well. Good Luck. Good bye.” She managed to say briskly before she hung up.
You rolled your eyes as you quickly saved the number to your contacts with the day’s date as the name. You would deal with Negan later.
You picked a strapless idigo colored sundress that had a twisted knot detail at the neckline. You had a newish pair of sandals at home that would go well. You placed the dress in your basket and moved on to the hygeine aisles.
You had only been looking through the conditioner section for a few minutes when you heard your name being called.
You turned to look and recognized the bearded handsome man standing in the mouth of the aisle.
“Hey, neighbor.” You offered him a smile.
“Is that all I get?” Rick asked sheepishly.
You laughed a little and went and hugged him.
His arms went around you and squeezed.
“Haven’t seen you in… forever.”
The acceptable amount of time to let go of you would have been right then, but he held onto you.
“Yeah, It’s been a while.” You commented.
Rick gave you one more squeeze before he let go.
“How’ve you been?” He asked, a smile on his lips.
“Good, good. I’ve been trying to adjust to being a stay at home wife. Which, honestly, isn’t so bad.”
“A stay at home wife? So, you married him.” He remarked.
“Yupp. It’ll be a year next month.” You looked away from his bright blue gaze. “How’s your wife?”
“Be honest, you don’t actually care to know how Laurie is.” Rick scoffed.
You cleared your throat.
“I was being polite.”
“Well, you don’t need to be. We’ve been divorced for three years now. If it wasn’t for Carl I wouldn’t care one bit what happens to that woman.” He admitted.
You raised your eyebrows.
“Three years? That’s right around the time…we moved.” You tried to read it in his eyes.”Did I-Was it because of what we did?”
“Oh, it wasn’t your fault. Laurie and me, we’d been having problems for years. It had built up by the time that all went down. If anything those few weeks with you made me realize how unhappy I was and gave me hope that I could be happy again.”
“I’m sorry it ended the way it did. I should have given you a heads up or done more to stop it.” You apologized, a frown on your face.
Rick took your hand in his.
“Don’t be. There was nothing you could of done.”
You gazed into one another’s eyes. It was still there. The heat between you. You could feel it pulling you in.
“Hey, I’d love to sit down and have a cup of coffee with you. Can we exchange numbers?” His pretty blue eyes were lit with hope.
You nodded and took out your phone. You gave him your phone number and he gave you his. Then you said good bye and went back to doing the shopping.
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aktionfsa-blog-blog · 11 months
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Nicht vergessen: Corona Apps wegwerfen!
Apps gehen in Schlafmodus
Die Corona Warn Apps wurden mehr als 48 Millionen Mal auf Smartphones in Deutschland installiert. Wir haben die Apps je nach ihrer Neugier auf unsere Daten bewertet. Während wir vor der Luca App gewarnt haben, konnten wir mit den Privatsphäre Einstellungen der Corona Warn App leben, haben aber ihre Wirksamkeit bezweifelt (Corona-App zum Letzten).
Nun gibt es für die Existenz dieser Apps auf den Handys praktisch keinen Nutzen. Deshalb werden die Apps ab 1. Juni in den "Schlafmodus" gehen. Sie werden dann keine "Risikomeldungen" mehr von sich geben. Ihr letzter Nutzen ist dann die Anzeige von Impfzertifikaten. Nur Menschen, die in Länder reisen, wo solche Zertifikate noch abgefragt werden, können die Apps noch sinnvoll einsetzen.
Alle Anderen können wir nur noch auffordern die Apps zu löschen. Wie viele andere veraltete Apps sollte man seine Geräte auf dem aktuellen Stand halten und nicht verwendete Apps entfernen.
Mehr dazu bei https://www.spiegel.de/netzwelt/apps/corona-warn-app-wird-in-den-schlafmodus-versetzt-a-8a1d4813-b6f8-410e-9c9b-924b0647b4e4
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Unforgivable
The entire western civilization has deeply failed in its much vaunted "humanistic values" and upheld "fundamental rights". As an unvaccinated person, I was effectively excluded from everything for a year like a lowest-class citizen who should only go to work, while vaccinated people were allowed to enjoy a completely normal life such as visiting restaurants and leisure facilities, participating in events, or simply going shopping. We unvaccinated ones were even forced to get tested EVERY DAY, deeply humiliating IN THE PRESENCE OF A WITNESS because the government obviously distrusted us too much.. Therefore, working people had to queue up at the test center every day after 8 or more hours of work to have a 24-hour test done so that they could use public transport and enter their workplace timely the next day.
And if all this wasn't bad enough, those who had not been vaccinated were constantly insulted by hysterical vaccinated sheep as "non-solidarity assholes", as a "general danger to society"; since, the mainstream media has never given its sheep the opportunity to question anything, instead continuously broadcasting fears of viruses that have always been there, but nobody realized until then to present the rescue at the same time, the morally unavoidable vaccinations. Critics were systematically denigrated by the media, even if they were not conspiracy theorists but high-ranking physicians. Anyone who did not share their opinion of a vaccinated world was simply declared a crazy nutcase.
All of this behavior, all of the measures done are absolutely unforgivable, which is why the evil part of me has incredible hatred for these sheep and finds their creeping demise a great relief. That's the truth I feel deep inside.
The Real Reason
All of these measures were not for protection, because it had long been obvious that vaccinations do not protect against the spread of any flu viruses such as Corona, but to create an indirect compulsion to be vaccinated by terrorizing the own population on a daily basis: You only become a "full citizen" if you get shot regularly; implemented by expiring corona certificates that only grant civil rights for a limited period of time. In addition, "corona warning apps" should get the Western population used to permanent control based on the Chinese model, ideally in combination with a social rating system: You don't follow our rules? Ok, then you can no longer buy a ticket, you will not receive a loan, and you will be disadvantaged when looking for a job! This is the wet dream of western elites to keep their mentally and physically degenerate population docile as slaves for consumption and work. China is their test lab with 1.4 billion drones as guinea pigs.
The Enforced Agenda
Furthermore, the western population is extremely aging; fewer and fewer young people have to support more older people. To get this problem under control, the vaccinations primarily serve to reduce the general life expectancy sharply, so that citizens ideally die shortly before reaching retirement age. With each shot, the probability of dying prematurely increases. The vaccinations are also intended to minimize general fertility to gradually reduce the world population as a whole, in the sense of a New World Order, which Western elites have been striving for over 50 years. The Georgia Guidestones testified to this plan. And it must be admitted that in every western country this agenda has been more or less implemented.
The Hidden Causer
They call themselves Bilderbergers, meet every year in complete isolation from the public and invite high-ranking politicians and business leaders to brief them. They lead organizations like the Trilateral Commission or the World Economic Forum, in which all governments of the world participate. They promote their agenda through their NGOs around the world, backed by the mainstream media that they control. The colorful variety of media presented to us is a mere illusion of them, since behind most brand names, there are only a few large corporations owned by them.
And we can be absolutely certain that none of them are vaccinated. Bill Gates, who has been campaigning for vaccinations for many years through his foundation, will also not be treated himself with those vaccines from which millions of people worldwide suffer today, often without knowing this. Yet he constantly advocates the vaccination of entire humanity, backed by the World Health Organization effectively controlled through the many donations from companies in which his foundation owns significant shares. Therefore, we do not need to be surprised if the WHO lowered the definition of a pandemic long before "COVID-19" in the course of the swine flu as the first major test run, so that suddenly every annual flu wave can be classified as a pandemic, if they want to.
The Long Advance Planning
At the same time, they founded amateurishly managed companies like BioNTech from scratch, which, supported by the corrupt local authorities and governments, quickly went from completely insignificant small companies to the richest listed stock corporations. The sole purpose of companies like BioNTech was to come up with a believable story for inventing new vaccines, and create corporations as separate legal entities that own the patent rights and take any responsibility away from the minds behind them.
Many years earlier, in America, experiments were being carried out with mRNA on humans, with thousands of dead people; for in the next 10 years most of the test subjects perished from the side effects of the treatment that are surprisingly familiar to us today: heart failure in young men, menstrual problems in women, strokes from thrombosis and cancerous growths of all kinds.
In Germany there is the doctor Winfried Stöcker, who developed an alternative vaccine against corona, which is not based on mRNA technology, but solely contains individual proteins of the virus. All of his requests to the authorities for approval of clinical trials were denied, so he ended up testing the vaccine on himself and several dozen volunteers. He was then charged with illicit medical experiments on humans. This seems absurd when the same authorities forced their own citizens to use a questionable gene therapy with a completely experimental vaccine from an "emergency license".
Stöcker also never had an interest in holding the patent right to his vaccine. However, his "Linux among the vaccines" never found the necessary political support. It is therefore more than obvious that the governments controlled by the global pharmaceutical companies have never had an interest in alternative vaccines, which is also reflected in the fact that they didn't give up their patents on the vaccines. If we actually experienced a real pandemic, all patent rights on the vaccines would have been suspended immediately out of necessity by the state. That this never happened shows that there was no serious biological threat.
The truth is, it was never about fighting a pandemic in real terms, but about ruthless profit at the expense of world health, as well as an unrestrained redistribution of wealth from bottom to top through the coercive measures taken, so that the few rich became even richer. Ultimately, it was about gaining absolute control. Also, only very specific vaccines should be administered where, based on the extreme side effects, we can suspect with what purpose; because it has long since come to light that the manufacturers of the mRNA vaccines knew from the beginning about the ineffectiveness and the extreme side effects. The German Minister of Health, Karl Lauterbach, confirmed this in an interview long before he took office. And his predecessor, Jens Spahn, passed a law in the first few weeks of the "pandemic", when vaccinations were not even mentioned, excluding any liability claims against the responsible pharmaceutical companies for damage to health caused by their vaccines.
The liability was shifted from the pharmaceutical companies to the state, the taxpayer. As a consequence, people who wanted to be vaccinated had to sign first that they had been informed of all the risks, ceding any claims. This has never happened before in history! And the crazy thing is, people did it without asking questions or seriously worrying! Rather, the masses obediently did what the government said and in this way forced the rest to participate or get disenfranchised.
However, that madness was planned and implemented consciously, since they firmly expected that many people would become seriously ill or even die as a result of the vaccinations. Many years earlier, the EU formulated internal papers that spoke of a general population decline of up to 80% "in the course of a possible pandemic". But this will certainly not be the result of flu viruses like Corona!
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bowithoutadaemon · 2 years
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Me: *begrudgingly getting ready to leave to go to uni*
Corona Warn App: Remember the concert you were at and didn't wear a mask for? Yeah.... 1 encounter with increased risk!
Me: Is this the consequence of my actions coming to bite me in the ass or a welcome excuse to not go to uni?
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hycologne · 1 year
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Das ungenutzte Potenzial der Corona-Warn-App: Schlafmodus oder neue Funktionen?
Seit ihrer Einführung im Juni 2020 wurde die Corona-Warn-App fast 50 Millionen Mal installiert und hat viele Menschen in Deutschland durch die Pandemie begleitet. Nach drei Jahren soll sie nun in einen “Schlafmodus” versetzt werden. Trotzdem bleiben einige Funktionen weiterhin nutzbar. Eine berechtigte Frage ist jedoch, warum die weitverbreitete und heute bekannte App nicht für neue Zwecke, wie…
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jc · 1 year
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So war der Februar 2023
Der kür­zes­te Monat des Jah­res ist rum und wir nähern uns dem ret­ten­den Früh­ling mit ein paar ers­ten Tagen, an denen man nicht durch­gän­gig friert. Aber es ist auch noch eine Stre­cke vor uns. Nun gut, wohlan.
Der bevor­ste­hen­de Woh­nungs­um­bau wirft gro­ße Schat­ten vor­aus. Wir beschäf­tig­ten uns mit aller­lei Sachen, vor allem mit der Fra­ge unse­res Auf­ent­halts­or­tes wäh­rend der Bau­ar­bei­ten. Nach der Recher­che wur­de klar: Eine Unter­kunft für die gan­ze Fami­lie für meh­re­re Wochen ist unbe­zahl­bar und wür­de das Umbau­bud­get mehr als spren­gen. Also wur­de beschlos­sen, dass nur eine Per­son wäh­rend der min­des­tens vier, eher sechs Wochen in der Nähe bleibt und wäh­rend­des­sen in einem 18-Quadratmeter-Apartment wohnt: ich. Der Rest der Fami­lie quar­tiert sich dann bei Oma und Opa ein.
Ansons­ten war da noch die­ses Dings, wo man tags­über Beschäf­ti­gung simu­liert … Arbeit! Immer 19% mei­ner Zeit ver­brach­te ich im Büro oder zu Arbeits­zwe­cken außer­halb. 71% der Zeit war ich wach oder schla­fend zuhau­se, sogar annä­hernd zu glei­chen Tei­len. Rech­ne­risch schlief ich fast 7,75 Stun­den pro Nacht; was brut­to sogar sein kann, aber lei­der nicht berück­sich­tigt, dass ich fast jede Nacht von der Toch­ter geweckt wur­de und dann drei­ßig bis sech­zig Minu­ten wach war. Und mor­gens dös­te war die letz­te Stun­de Schlaf auch meis­tens eher ein Dösen, weil der klei­ne Herr schon hell­wach war. Net­to waren es also wohl eher sechs­ein­halb bis sie­ben Stun­den Schlaf pro Nacht und, naja, das ist schon an der obe­ren Gren­ze des­sen, was man mit zwei klei­nen Kin­dern bekom­men kann.
Highlights
Meetup bei LeanIX
Es ging gleich am 1. Febru­ar los mit einem wei­te­ren Meet­up Digi­ta­les Bonn. Die­ses Mal waren wir bei Lea­nIX zu Gast. Wie­der so ein IT-Dienstleister, den nur weni­ge ken­nen, der aber aus Bonn her­aus die hal­be Welt bedient. Es war sehr span­nend und anschau­lich. Ich freu­te mich über vie­le Teil­neh­men­de, auch vie­le neue Gesich­ter. (Johan­na hat in unse­rem Blog noch ein wenig dazu geschrie­ben.)
Socialbar Bonn bei der Aktion Mensch
Eini­ge Tage spä­ter war ich schon wie­der bei der Akti­on Mensch. Die­ses Mal als Besu­cher und spi­ri­tu­el­ler Beglei­ter von Sascha, der dort einen Vor­trag zu Mast­o­don hielt. Es war die ers­te Social­bar, bei der ich wie­der so ein Prä-Corona-Gefühl hat­te. Vie­le Bekann­te von „frü­her“ waren wie­der dabei, es war so herz­lich wie damals. Und auch eini­ge Neue waren gekom­men, mit denen man wun­der­ba­re Gesprä­che füh­ren konn­te. Drei Tage spä­ter wur­de mei­ne Corona-Warn-App rot.
Karneval
Und dann war auch schon wie­der Kar­ne­val. Was heißt „wie­der“! Das ers­te Mal nach drei Jah­ren wie­der rich­tig Kar­ne­val, was für mich Eltern­tier nun eine völ­lig ande­re Bedeu­tung hat. Wir mach­ten Klein-Lea zur Löwin und Klein-Tyler zum Kän­gu­ru. Es gab Kita-Aktionen am Don­ners­tag und Frei­tag, am Sams­tag waren wir mit Freun­den bei einem Dorf-Umzug bei Düren (meh­re­re Tüten Kamel­le) und am Mon­tag beehr­ten wir auch für eine gute Stun­de den Bon­ner Rosen­mon­tags­zug. Das ergab immer­hin noch eine Tüte Kamel­le, die ich mei­ner Toch­ter teil­wei­se mit Kör­per­ein­satz gegen Erwach­se­ne sichern muss­te, die da echt kein Par­don ken­nen. Das wäre mir als Kin­der­lo­ser ja nie ein­ge­fal­len, mich beim Umzug nicht nur vor die Klei­nen zu stel­len und sie nicht durch­zu­las­sen, son­dern mit ihnen auch noch um ein­zel­ne Bon­bons zu kämp­fen. Kopfschütteln.
Foto des Monats
Zum letz­ten Absatz passend.
Medienkonsum
Feu­er & Flam­me (Staf­fel 6) 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Die meist­ge­se­he­ne Sen­dung in der ARD-Mediathek ist auch bei uns zuhau­se ein High­light. Auch in der sechs­ten Staf­fel hat die Dokuse­r­ie nichts an ihrer Fas­zi­na­ti­on ver­lo­ren, die sich natür­lich aus Unglü­cken speist, aber eben auch aus dem All­tag der Feu­er­wehr. Als ehe­ma­li­ger THW-ler kann ich das sowie­so alles gut mit­füh­len. Und ich fin­de, es gibt kaum eine bes­se­re Wer­bung für die Feu­er­weh­ren als die­se Reihe.
Passt, wackelt und hat Luft (Staf­fel 4) ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Lei­der hat die Dokuse­r­ie ein wenig Dri­ve ver­lo­ren. Und dass aus­ge­rech­net der Zim­mer­manns­meis­ter einen eige­nen Slot bekom­men hat, ver­ste­he ich gar nicht.
Legen­de: ⭐ Nicht mein Geschmack, abge­bro­chen ⭐⭐ Immer­hin durch­ge­hal­ten ⭐⭐⭐ Gute Unter­hal­tung ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fan­tas­ti­sches Werk ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Außer­ge­wöhn­li­che Spit­zen­klas­se *) Wer­ke von befreundeten/persönlich bekann­ten Autor:innen bewer­te ich nicht öffentlich
(Original unter: https://1ppm.de/2023/03/februar-2023/)
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techniktagebuch · 1 year
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12. bis 16. 12. 2022
Odyssee im Testiversum
Am Montagmittag führe ich routinemäßig einen Antigen-Schnelltest bei mir selbst durch, weil mein Hals ein wenig kratzt. Er zeigt sehr bald ein positives Ergebnis an, na gut, nach drei Jahren hab ich dann wohl auch Corona. Ich bin fünf Mal geimpft und mache mir nicht allzu große Sorgen, außer darum, andere angesteckt zu haben.
Um möglichst schnell über die Corona-Warn-App andere darauf aufmerksam zu machen, dass sie vielleicht von mir infiziert worden sein könnten, versuche ich nun an einen PCR-Test zu kommen. Mein Hausarzt bietet keine mehr an und verweist mich an eine Teststation, wo ich jedoch erst einen weiteren Schnelltest machen soll. In den kommenden zwei Tagen werde ich bei zwei unterschiedlichen Stationen insgesamt drei Mal mittels eines angeblich tiefen Nasenabstrichs negativ getestet.
Alle meine Tests zu Hause, die ich gekauft hatte, weil sie in vergleichenden Produkttests als besonders sensitiv abschnitten, werden sofort positiv.
Ich gehe Mittwoch ein weiteres Mal zu einer Filiale von Schnelltest Berlin und verlange vor dem Hintergrund meiner eigenen Ergebnisse einen PCR-Test, der mit dem Hinweis an mir ausgeführt wird, dass ich ihn selbst zahlen müsse, falls er doch negativ ausfallen solle (Kostenpunkt: 99€). Einen Tag später erhalte ich einen Anruf aus dem Kundencenter, dass mein Test leider nicht auswertbar gewesen sei, ich dürfe deshalb noch mal einen PCR-Test durchführen lassen.
Zu diesem Zeitpunkt reihen sich bei mir sechs positive Selbsttests auf. Der am Donnerstag genommene tiefe Nasenabstrich ist auswertbar und ich erhalte Freitagmorgen per Mail mein positives Ergebnis, das jedoch nur als PDF herunterzuladen ist, nicht direkt in die Corona-Warn-App einzutragen.
Um das zu erreichen, rufe ich, wie im Menüpunkt “Ihre Testverwaltung → TAN für PCR-Test anfragen” angegeben, bei der kostenfreien Hotline für diese TAN-Erstellung an. Dort muss ich Auskunft darüber geben, in welchem Labor mein Test ausgewertet wurde (steht im Ergebnis), was mein Geburtsdatum ist und wie meine Handynummer lautet. Dann legt der freundliche Servicemitarbeiter auf und ruft mich unmittelbar zurück. Er diktiert mir eine zehnstellige TAN, die ich als Nächstes in das dafür zuständige Fenster der Warn-App eingebe. Daraufhin wird mein Ergebnis in die App geladen und ich wähle aus, dass ich andere warnen möchte.
Da ich mein PCR-Ergebnis erst am vierten Tag nach meinem positiven Selbsttest erhalten habe, werden einige derjenigen, denen ich evtl. infektiös begegnet bin, nicht gewarnt.
(Alina Smithee)
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rendersfarm · 1 year
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“{{‘ipmErrorText1’ | translate}}” message appears when launching an Autodes
Issue:
After starting up an Autodesk software, the following message window appears and the program becomes unresponsive, requiring ending via the Task Manager.
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In some instances the software launches, however a timer is displayed on the top-right. If clicked, the same error dialog is displayed:
Causes:
Corrupted Windows User profile.
Missing updates.
Firewall.
Bad installation.
The system does not meet minimum system requirements.
Solution:
Verify the below items, testing the software after each:
Create a new Windows Admin user profile.
Check the Autodesk Account from the Software Coordinator if the license is assigned to the User.
Install the latest updates for Autodesk Single Sign On Component and Autodesk Licensing Service from the Desktop App or Autodesk Account.
Verify if any firewall is interfering with the below folders and included files:
C:\ProgramData\Autodesk\
C:\Program Files\Autodesk\
C:\Program Files\Common Files\Autodesk Shared
C:\Program Files (x86)\Autodesk\
C:\Program Files (x86)\Common Files\Autodesk Shared
C:\Users\**YOUR USERID**\AppData\Roaming\Autodesk\
C:\Users\**YOUR USERID**\AppData\Local\Autodesk\
Run a Windows repair using the command “sfc /scannow”:
Open CMD (command) as administrator.
Type “sfc /scannow”.
Read the cbs.log and look for DIRSD OWNER WARNING and or Duplicate ownership for the directory.
If this is found or something similar C:\ProgramData\Microsoft\Windows\Start Menu\Programs” is owned twice or has its security set twice go to the next step.
Right-click on the C: drive, and select Properties option.
Go to Sharing tab, and click on Advanced sharing. Provide administrator password if prompted.
Check box Share this folder option, and click on Permissions options.
Check box Full control under Allow option.
Click on Apply, and OK.
Restart the PC and attempt to open Autocad Product.
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Source: https://blog.superrendersfarm.com/news/ipmerrortext1-translate-message-appears-when-launching-an-autodesk-software/
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korrektheiten · 1 year
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Wird Corona-Warn-App zum Gesundheits-„Staatstrojaner“
Wochenblick: Dieser Beitrag von Daniel Mattisek erschien zuerst auf AUF1.INFO Praktisch kein vernünftiger Mensch in Deutschland braucht – und nutzt – mehr die 2020 eingeführte „Corona-Warn-App“. Nun soll diesem digitalen Relikt der „Pandemie“ anscheinend eine neue Bedeutung zukommen – im Sinne einer fragwürdigen „Nachnutzung“: Gesundheitspolitiker wollen sie wohl als staatliche Spitzel-App weiterlaufen lassen, um Gesundheitsdaten der … Wird Corona-Warn-App zum Gesundheits-„Staatstrojaner“ Weiterlesen » http://dlvr.it/ShtpS8
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0101011001010000 · 1 year
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Welche Berechtigungen gebe ich einer App? Beispiel Corona Warn-App
Welche Berechtigungen ich einer App gebe, kann ich bei Android im Google Play Store (Version 32.1.10-21) nachsehen. Bei der Einzelseite einer App kann man unter „Über diese App“ und App Berechtigungen nachsehen. Bei der App Corona Warn-App gibt es folgende Berechtigungen:
Kamera
Bilder und Videos aufnehmen
 Sonstiges
Alarme und Erinnerungen festlegen
Vordergrunddienst ausführen
Auf alle Netzwerke zugreifen
Netzwerkverbindungen abrufen
Fragen, ob Akku-Leistungsoptimierungen ignoriert werden können
Ruhezustand deaktivieren
Kopplung mit Bluetooth-Geräten durchführen
Beim Start ausführen
Diese Berechtigungen kann man unter Einstellungen deaktivieren.
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blognachrichten · 1 year
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Die Kosten für Deutschlands Corona-Warn-App steigen auf über 220 Millionen Euro
Die Corona-Warn-App hat inzwischen statt der für 2022 geplanten 50 Millionen Euro nun erneut einen Kostenanstieg produziert. 73 Millionen Euro nennt ein Sprecher des Bundesgesundheitsministeriums... The post Die Kosten für Deutschlands Corona-Warn-App steigen auf über 220 Millionen Euro appeared first on NEOPresse - Unabhängige Nachrichten. https://bit.ly/3Uu8crA
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