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CJ current events 16feb23

Spartan murders

The mass shooter who killed three students and left five others in critical condition at Michigan State University was identified Tuesday as a 43-year-old local man who previously spent time behind bars on gun charges.

Anthony Dwayne McRae was IDed after he was found dead of a suspected self-inflicted gunshot wound at 11:35 p.m., just over three hours after he first opened fire at the East Lansing campus.

“We have absolutely no idea what the motive was at this point,” MSU Police Interim Deputy Chief Chris Rozman said early Tuesday.

McRae “had no affiliation to the university — he was not a student, faculty or staff, current or previous.”***

McRae was finally tracked down after a local resident called a tip line during the more than three hours he was hunted after shooting up two locations at the school, officials said.***

Records show that McRae was arrested in June 2019 with a suspected loaded firearm in his car. He was convicted and sentenced to up to 18 months, getting released on supervision in May 2021, the Detroit News said.*** https://www.cnn.com/2023/02/13/us/michigan-state-university-shots-fired/index.html

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***He was arrested in 2019 for possessing guns without a concealed carry permit, Michigan Department of Corrections spokesperson Chris Gautz told Bridge Michigan on Tuesday.

Court records show McRae was initially charged with a felony in district court but later pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor in circuit court. He was put on probation in 2019 and was discharged from it in 2021.

On Jan.7, 2019, a police officer found McRae outside an abandoned building around 1:30 a.m. and stopped him for questioning. McRae acknowledged he had a gun without a concealed carry permit, claiming he brought the weapon with him in “fear for his safety” while out buying cigarettes, Gautz said.

He had four counts of driving while his license was suspended, Gautz said. Court records indicate he had several run-ins with local police for speeding, driving without insurance and other motor vehicle offenses. He pleaded guilty to those charges in Eaton County in 2006 and 2008 and in Ingham County in 2007 and 2008.*** https://www.bridgemi.com/talent-education/michigan-state-shooter-anthony-mcrae-had-guns-charge-run-ins-police

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Some dummy posted a photo with a caption that

read: "#BREAKING: Michigan State University SHOOTING SUSPECT is 21 year old 'Lynn Dee Walker' according to dispatch audio. He is still on the loose and considered armed and dangerous. #ActiveShooter #MSU #MassShooting #MichiganStateUniversity #BreakingNews."***

Walker, a prolific tweeter who often shares his views on politics, posted several times on social media throughout the night as it became clear he was being publicly accused of an atrocity he did not commit.

He wrote: "I am at my house in western Massachusetts reading with my wife, if you see literally anybody spreading this s***, please get them to delete it. I don't ask for much & I have to be subjected to this sort of s*** on your behalf. Help me out here... If you see people posting me, report it, thanks...

"I dont want to stay up all night exonerating myself. Im just disgusted, viscerally disgusted... It's pretty f***** up that algorithmically this has brought me more followers than the good work that I do. God have mercy on the innocent people who are victims of this murder machine... Im being told CNN ran my face on tv? Someone get a screencap of that if that happened."*** https://www.newsweek.com/michigan-shooter-gunman-lynne-dee-walker-wrong-fake-hoax-1781034

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Oakland, of course

OAKLAND, Calif. (KGO) -- Video showing women who appear to be sex workers soliciting right outside a Catholic grade school in East Oakland is raising concerns about human trafficking in the area.

Parents and city officials tell the I-Team young women, some police believe may be trafficked, are walking outside St. Anthony's K-8 grade school off E. 15th Street in Oakland at all hours of the day.

Vargas called the Oakland Police Department as she picked up her daughter from school requesting officers come by to check the area. Just outside her window, a young girl in black stilettos was seen walking across the street from the school.

"My daughter asked if I liked what the girl was wearing," said Vargas. "I told her don't turn around, don't look. It's not OK."

Vargas says the women are scantily dressed or in some cases, even naked.***

We spoke with Father Ghebriel Woldai, the pastor for St. Anthony's parish.

"It's not enough," said Father Ghebriel, referring to the overall police presence. "They promised us they will do more presence here."

Father Ghebriel says St. Anthony's has had several meetings with the Oakland Police Department and city leaders over the years to enhance patrols in the area, but they need more help. He says the ongoing solicitation and trafficking has resulted in more shootings between pimps and gang members - even during the day.

MORE: Oakland dental surgeon arrested for human trafficking, offering to buy children for $30,000

"If there is a violent shooting, sometimes we experience those kinds, it scares me a lot," Father Ghebriel said. "We feel powerless... we just pray."

"But, Father, we know prayer alone, isn't going to solve the problem," Sierra said.

"Yes, I know... we start with prayer, but we have to end with action," Father said.

Action from police?

If you ask the Oakland Police Dept. - a new law is making it harder for them to crack down.

"Their hands are somewhat handcuffed," said Pierre-Antoine.

Previously, loitering with the intent to engage in prostitution was illegal. But SB 357, a bill introduced by State Sen. Scott Wiener repealed that law, in part because he found it to be disproportionately targeting transgender women.*** https://abc7news.com/human-trafficking-prostitution-oakland-catholic-school-st-anthonys/12764548/

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Carj

The El Paso County Sheriff’s Office is seeking witnesses and video footage of a pursuit in which a Fountain police officer fell 40 feet off a bridge.

The alleged carjackers in the pursuit drove the wrong way on Interstate 25 at one point and attempted another armed carjacking at a gas station, the sheriff’s office said in a Friday news release detailing the pursuit. Three people were arrested in the pursuit, and the officer, Julian Becerra, is recovering from his injuries.

Fountain police officers and several other agencies were assisting the Department of Correction Parole Unit on Feb. 2 in locating a known carjacking suspect with active felony warrants.

Officers tracked the vehicle from Pueblo to Colorado Springs, and at about 5:30 p.m., officers spotted the vehicle at a store parking lot near North Academy Boulevard and Platte Avenue.

The carjacking suspects were believed to be attempting another carjacking in the store parking lot, but “because of the reckless actions of the suspect driving the vehicle, officers were unable to safely maintain the visual contact” and couldn’t confirm that carjacking, according to the news release.

A little while later at 7:15 p.m., the vehicle was located again on Interstate 25 heading north toward Fountain and tracked to the area of Colorado 85 and Alegre Circle, where officers confirmed the vehicle was occupied by three people.

Officers attempted several tactical vehicle interventions, maneuvers meant to force a fleeing driver to lose control and stop, but were unsuccessful.

The vehicle drove south on U.S. 85 through Fountain then entered Interstate 25 and headed south in the northbound lanes, according to the news release.***

https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/10/fountain-police-officer-injured-pursuit-carjacking/

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Californication

It seems that residents of California’s Mendocino County need to be careful to avoid drunk driving—except after being caught cheating on a spouse. The latest lowlight in Golden State legal history may sound like a tale from the Onion or the Babylon Bee. But the Bee covering this story is the one based in Sacramento.

The newspaper’s Daniella Segura reports:

A husband caught cheating on his wife drove drunk legally to escape his angry wife and lover, a California jury found.

The 60-year-old Ukiah man was caught driving with a blood alcohol content of 0.11%, the Mendocino County District Attorney’s Office said in a Feb. 4 Facebook post. In California, it is illegal to drive with a BAC higher than 0.08%.

After a four-day trial, a jury found he was “not guilty of driving a motor vehicle under the influence of alcohol and not guilty of driving a motor vehicle with a blood alcohol .08 or greater,” the district attorney said.

The Facebook page for Mendocino County District Attorney David Eyster*** https://www.wsj.com/articles/the-two-angry-women-defense-11675981851

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Nellie has a point

→ Atomwaffen founder arrested for plotting terror attack: The founder of neo-Nazi group Atomwaffen was arrested this week for plotting to attack the power grid outside Baltimore. “This alleged planned attack threatened lives and would have left thousands of Marylanders in the cold and dark,” Maryland U.S. Attorney Erek L. Barron said in a press release. The group of radicals who sometimes call themselves accelerationists (as in, accelerate the fall of modern society) have long argued that electrical grids are vulnerable, and taking them down is a good way to sow chaos. They’re right on both fronts! Accelerationist groups seem to be behind a growing number of attacks on electric grids around the country.

Listen, America has problems; that’s why we TGIF. But if you really, really hate modern America—like, hate it enough to want to shut down Baltimore’s power in February and most likely cause people to freeze to death—I recommend you simply move to a country that might suit you better. Qatar is right there, happy to have you. Iran is beautiful this time of year. Let’s keep the lights on, though.*** https://www.thefp.com/p/tgif-real-housewives-of-the-sotu

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“Out on bond” is a sign you must change your evil ways

A Houston high school student who tried hiding from police in a school, causing a lockdown, following a police shooting during an attempted robbery was out of jail on bond at the time.

Mahamoudou Sylla, 19, was out on multiple bonds at the time he was allegedly involved in the shooting near Wisdom High School last week.

"He was out on multiple bonds," Andy Kahan with Crime Stoppers Houston told Fox Houston. "The first bond was for evading arrest, the second bond was really serious aggravated robbery with a deadly weapon with three other co-defendants."***

Sylla and two other suspects – John Nsenguwera, 18, and a 17-year-old year teen – were involved in a robbery last week at an apartment complex when one of the suspects allegedly shot at someone. Houston police officers responded and an officer shot Nsenguwera, who allegedly pointed a gun at the cops. He was injured and taken to a hospital with non-life threatening injuries.*** https://www.foxnews.com/us/houston-teen-robbery-shooting-lockdown-high-school-jail-bond

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W/o 1st Amendment, prayer is a crime

Authorities in the United Kingdom charged a Catholic priest with violating a censorship zone when he silently prayed outside an abortion clinic while holding a sign that said “praying for free speech.”

Father Sean Gough, a pro-life priest stationed in Wolverhampton, England, had also parked his car in the area near the abortion clinic, which is covered by a Public Spaces Protection Order, according to Alliance Defending Freedom International. Authorities also took issue with Gough’s car, which has an “unborn lives matter” bumper sticker on it, ADF said.

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Wonderful human being

Boston law enforcement announced Monday that an accused fentanyl dealer arrested by federal agents over the weekend is also charged with the broad daylight murder of a 13-year-old boy last month.

Csean Alexander Skerritt, who federal prosecutors say also goes by "Shizz Grimmy" or "Black," was charged through an arrest warrant Monday for the murder of 13-year-old Tyler Lawrence of Norwood.

The teen was discovered with multiple gunshot wounds Jan. 29 at 11:32 a.m. in the area of 119 Babson Street in Mattapan, Massachusetts, where the middle schooler was reportedly staying with his grandparents. He was pronounced dead at the scene, the Boston Police Department said.***

https://www.foxnews.com/us/accused-boston-fentanyl-dealer-charged-monstrous-broad-daylight-murder-13-year-old-boy-evil-intent

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‘Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. - Orwell, G. (1949). 1984.

Josh Alexander is a 16 y/o student at St. Joseph’s Catholic High School in Renfrew, Ontario, Canada. There was a classroom discussion of gender. “I said there were only two genders and you were born either a male or a female and that got me into trouble. And then I said that gender doesn’t trump biology.”

St Joe’s told him he could return only if he shut up.

“I walked into one of my classes. I sat down and everyone looked pretty surprised to see me there. Within two minutes the vice-principal was in the classroom asking me to leave,” Josh said.

He left the class and “almost immediately I was met with the police.” Josh was put in the back of a cruiser, driven off property and later released and charged with trespassing. https://nationalpost.com/opinion/catholic-school-has-student-arrested-for-expressing-catholic-beliefs

Hm. I wonder if Jesus ever said

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,*

because he has anointed me

to bring glad tidings to the poor.

He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives

and recovery of sight to the blind,

to let the oppressed go free, Luke 4:18.

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Change anything?

Unsurprisingly, another high-profile crime story can be traced back to someone with a long, violent criminal history who probably should not have been out of jail in the first place.

Kendrid Hamlin, the man who attacked Rep. Angie Craig (D-MN) in an elevator in her apartment complex, has a criminal history stretching back to 2015 when he would have been around 18 years old. Hamlin has been convicted of “engaging in a lewd, obscene sexual act,” stealing from a supermarket, entering a woman’s home without permission and stealing her laptop, and biting, spitting on, and kicking police officers.

Hamlin was sentenced to just 35 days in jail after assaulting the officers. His release date was two weeks before he attacked Craig. Hamlin punched Craig in the face and grabbed her near the neck when she refused to let him into her apartment.

The incident was so jarring that Craig and 30 other House Democrats decided to brave the accusations of racism by members of their own party in voting to override the city’s new proposed criminal justice reforms. The D.C. Council was trying to water down sentences for violent criminals even more than the current standards that allowed Hamlin to be out on the streets one month after assaulting police officers.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/another-high-profile-crime-committed-by-a-violent-career-criminal

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Worth a look

When Nicole Hockley's son was killed during the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in 2012, she joined parents in calling on lawmakers to strengthen gun laws to prevent other families from experiencing such tragedy.

When passing federal legislation proved difficult in 2013, Hockley turned her focus to a more hands-on method to prevent school shootings : student-oriented gun violence prevention.***

In 2018, Sandy Hook Promise developed an anonymous reporting system that allows students to upload tips, photos, or social media posts if they believe someone is harming themselves or others. The reports go to Sandy Hook Promise’s national crisis center — the first nationally accredited anonymous reporting system in the country.

Sandy Hook Promise’s tool kit is responsible for the prevention of 13 credible planned shootings and 93 acts of violence with a firearm as of January 2023, Hockley said.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/restoring-america/patriotism-unity/sandy-hook-promises-pivot-student-intervention-stops-school-shootings

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Good review of fentanyl

https://www.wsj.com/articles/what-is-fentanyl-drug-opioid-health-safety-explained-11658341650

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Faster death of despair

A veterinary tranquilizer that can cause serious wounds for regular users is spreading menace within the illicit drug supply.

Xylazine, authorized only for animals, is one ingredient in an increasingly toxic brew of illicit drugs that killed a record of nearly 107,000 people in the U.S. in 2021. It is typically mixed with fentanyl, a synthetic opioid that itself has broadly infiltrated U.S. drug supply, including in supplies of cocaine and methamphetamine. Taken together, the volatile mixing means drug users often don’t know what’s in the substances they take.

Dealers may mix xylazine into fentanyl to save money, federal law-enforcement authorities said. The drug—known as “tranq” among some users—can be purchased at low prices from Chinese suppliers and offset some of the opioid in the mix. Its presence in the drug supply is part of the arms race between criminals seeking to enhance their products and authorities trying to disrupt the market. Public-health authorities are working on ways to monitor the constantly changing drug market.

For users, xylazine can also lengthen a high—with serious risks. The overdose-reversal drug naloxone that can be critical to saving fentanyl users doesn’t work against xylazine. And users can become physically dependent on xylazine in addition to fentanyl, complicating treatment.

Severe wounds are another hallmark. They appear where users inject drugs, and on other parts of their bodies. They start as purple blisters, or white patches of skin encircled by red rings, said Jason Bienert, a wound-care nurse in Elkton, Md. Tissue beneath the lesions can die within hours, Mr. Bienert said. He has had luck treating the wounds the way he would treat a burn victim. *** https://www.wsj.com/articles/tranq-a-veterinary-drug-is-worsening-the-fentanyl-crisis-a27e7065

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We fund censorship?

The State Dep’t funnels $200k - $300k to Global Disinformation Index, a theoretically non profit org. GDI apparently exists to blacklist and privately censor outlets to the right of Karl Marx.

GDI operates a "dynamic exclusion list" with conservative media outlets. The Washington Examiner confirmed that the outlet is on this list, and GDI has, separately, claimed the 10 "riskiest" news outlets are the American Spectator, Newsmax, the Federalist, the American Conservative, One America News Network, the Blaze, the Daily Wire, RealClearPolitics, Reason, and the New York Post.

However, GDI has ranked the 10 "least risky" as the Wall Street Journal, NPR, ProPublica, the Associated Press, Insider, the New York Times, USA Today, the Washington Post, Buzzfeed News, and HuffPost, according to a 27-page memo.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/restoring-america/equality-not-elitism/disinformation-inc-government-backed-organization-sent-315-000-to-group-blacklisting-conservative-news

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Mmmm, ok

On Valentine’s Day 2018, a 19-year-old opened fire on students and staff at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School with an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle, wounding 17 and killing 17 people, including Alaina Petty, the 14-year-old daughter of Ryan Petty.***

Ryan Petty, the father believes cultivating more law-abiding gun owners and changing the law to allow a supermajority on a jury to recommend the death penalty are two areas of unfinished work.

"If you can't get the death penalty for killing 17 in a school, I don't know what you can get the death penalty for," Ryan Petty told the Washington Examiner, referring to a jury's decision in October last year to spare the shooter, Nikolas Cruz, by recommending a life sentence over the death penalty.

The jury voted 11-1 for capital punishment, prompting anguish and sorrow from victims' family members and blunt calls from Gov. Ron DeSantis (R-FL) himself, who said defendants like Cruz "deserve the death penalty."

Now, the Florida legislature is considering a new law with the backing of the governor to permit a presiding judge to override a jury's recommendation of life or allow capital punishment if at least eight jurors agreed, creating the lowest threshold for issuing capital punishment. The bill, known as HB 555, has so far been referred to the Criminal Justice Subcommittee ahead of the start of the legislative session on April 10.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/policy/parkland-father-wants-to-arm-staff-change-death-penalty-rules

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It’s People v. Dharmesh Patel, not Neha v. Dharmesh

The wife of a doctor who drove his family off a cliff last month in California does not want him prosecuted for the attempted murder of herself and their two young children, according to reports.

Dharmesh Patel, 42, was in court last week and pleaded not guilty to three counts of attempted murder when his defense attorney stated that Neha Patel did not want her husband prosecuted. However, Neha Patel told paramedics at the crash site that “he tried to kill us.”

"She said very simply this was not an accident. We do believe the evidence establishes the necessary intent to kill,” San Mateo County District Attorney Steve Wagstaffe told the San Francisco Chronicle.***

The doctor was driving along a narrow oceanside highway near San Francisco when he suddenly took a sharp turn and veered off a cliff. His Tesla landed on a bed of rocks near the surf and had to be rescued by teams that rappelled 250 feet from the road.

Dharmesh Patel and his wife and two children all survived without serious injuries. The family lived in the Los Angeles suburb of Pasadena, where Patel worked as a hospital radiologist.

Chief Deputy District Attorney Sean Gallagher told NBC Bay Area that Dharmesh Patel will be prosecuted regardless of his wife’s wishes.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/wife-doctor-drove-off-california-cliff-doesnt-want-him-prosecuted

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I know, let’s making pimping legal!!!

A California Republican official bashed a San Francisco lawmaker’s push toward legalizing prostitution and called it a detriment to police who attempt to arrest human traffickers.

San Francisco County Supervisor Hillary Ronen said she supports creating a red light zone to decriminalize sex work and plans to introduce the resolution Tuesday, the Los Angeles Times reported. This comes after police closed down an area of the Mission District to traffic to curb extensive prostitution there.

"What sane person would argue that the solution to human trafficking is to make it easier?” said Assemblyman James Gallagher (R).

“We need to identify traffickers, arrest them, and put them behind bars for a long time, but under California law, human trafficking isn’t considered a violent crime, so traffickers are able to benefit from early release programs,” he said.

Last year Gov. Gavin Newsom (D-CA) signed a bill that decriminalized the intent to engage in prostitution. San Francisco residents have since seen a spike in such activity, prompting the street closure.

State Sen. Scott Wiener (D) was one of the bill’s authors.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/gop-lawmakers-seek-to-thwart-san-francisco-push-to-legalize-prostitution

Cui bono? [Cicero used it; not sure who started.] Who profits? Who loses?

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Good

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Monday, February 13, 2023 Two Amazon Marketplace Sellers and Four Companies Plead Guilty to Price Fixing DVDs and Blu-Ray Discs

Two Amazon marketplace sellers and four of their companies have pleaded guilty to price fixing DVDs and Blu Ray Discs.

On Feb. 10 in U.S. District Court for the Eastern District of Tennessee, Bruce Fish of Hayfield, Minnesota, along with BDF Enterprises, Inc., a corporate entity owned by Fish, admitted to participating in a conspiracy to fix the prices of DVDs and Blu-Ray discs sold on the Amazon marketplace. Victor Btesh of Brooklyn, New York, and three New York corporate entities of which Btesh is the sole or majority owner, pleaded guilty to the same conspiracy on Feb. 9.

According to the plea agreements, Btesh and Fish, along with their four corporate entities, agreed with co-conspirators to raise and maintain the prices of DVDs and Blu-Rays sold in Amazon marketplace storefronts, resulting in those products being sold at collusive and noncompetitive prices. Amazon Marketplace is an e-commerce platform that enables third-party vendors to sell new or used products alongside Amazon’s own offerings. Amazon Marketplace is owned and operated by Amazon.com, Inc. The four corporate entities are the first corporate defendants to plead guilty and the owners are the fifth and sixth individuals in the scheme.*** https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/two-amazon-marketplace-sellers-and-four-companies-plead-guilty-price-fixing-dvds-and-blu-ray

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Love this

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What? You liked him?

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Know your country’s extradition treaties

DENVER — A suspect who was originally set for trial nearly nine years ago in a child sexual assault case in Adams County was recently extradited from Morocco, the 17th Judicial District Attorney's Office announced Monday. Patrick McKenner, 52, had been wanted since he failed to appear for a motions hearing in May 2014. Investigators with the FBI and U.S. Department of Justice eventually located McKenner in Morocco, where he was detained by local authorities. FBI officials traveled to Morocco last week to extradite McKenner, who was turned over to the custody of Adams County Sheriff's Office at Denver International Airport on Saturday.*** https://www.9news.com/article/news/crime/colorado-suspect-2013-child-sex-assault-extradited-morocco/73-eac35a0e-2469-4000-9e9d-f6ada8c612ed

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Cassandra mentioned this concept

***In the private sector, employee vs. employer bargaining concerns the allocation of profits. A private business facing extortionate union demands can relocate or go out of business. A government can do neither. Collective bargaining presupposes adversarial conflict, but in “negotiations” between government employee unions and government, the unions want government to do what government wants to do: expand, using money from a third party, the citizenry. In 2006, New Jersey’s Democratic governor — management — assured a rally of 10,000 government employees, “We will fight for a fair contract!” Who would fight whom?***

Police unions, too, win contracts with thick layers of protections to shield substandard performers from accountability. Of the approximately 2,600 complaints the Minneapolis Police Department received in the decade before the murder of George Floyd, 12 led to discipline, the most severe being a 40-hour suspension. In 2017, a Post report on 37 large cities’ policing found a dismissal rate of 130 officers a year out of 91,000. Seventy percent of San Antonio officers fired for cause from 2006 to 2017 were rehired after contractually mandatory arbitration.

It is quaint that the 1939 Hatch Act bars “political activity” by federal employees, the unionized 25 percent of whom pay dues that fund unions’ political activities. Public sector unions are, Howard says, “a political force unlike any in American history — amassed and entrenched using state power.” These unions spend $1 billion to $3 billion a year influencing political decisions: “No other interest group, no industry, comes close to mobilizing that amount of political money.”*** https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/02/08/public-unions-harm-schools-police-government/

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Lying is bad. Lying doesn’t make you a hero, particularly when you take money for it.

Dr. Michael J. Kirk Moore runs the Plastic Surgery Institute of Sandy, Utah. Apparently, if you gave him $50, he would falsely certify that you had rec’d the covid vax. The FBI arrested him, and he has been indicted. https://www.lopmatrix.com/legend-utah-doctor-arrested-for-saving-nearly-2000-people-from-the-covid-shots/

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Top quality parody

https://babylonbee.com/news/city-legalizes-weed-having-no-adverse-effects-except-making-the-whole-city-smell-like-weed

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Don’t start any wars for us.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Four Florida Men Arrested in Plot to Kill Haitian President, Grand Jury Returns Indictment Against 11

This morning, U.S. federal law enforcement arrested two U.S. citizens and a legal permanent resident living in South Florida and one U.S. citizen living in Tampa pursuant to criminal complaints on charges relating to their participation in the events leading to the July 7, 2021, assassination of President Jovenel Moïse of Haiti. Following the arrests, a South Florida grand jury returned a third superseding indictment charging these four individuals, along with seven others previously arrested and charged in the United States for their alleged roles in the plot.

The four men arrested in Florida today are: Arcangel Pretel Ortiz, 50, a Colombian national and U.S. permanent resident of Miami; Antonio Intriago 59, a Venezuelan-American of Miami; Walter Veintemilla, 54, of Weston; and Frederick Bergmann, 64, of Tampa.

They made their initial federal court appearances today at 2:00 p.m. in Miami before U.S. Magistrate Judge Lauren Louis.*** https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/four-florida-men-arrested-plot-kill-haitian-president-grand-jury-returns-indictment-against

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Look at the pics

https://nypost.com/2023/02/15/anthony-tony-mitchell-froze-to-death-in-alabama-jail-freezer-lawsuit/

A first responder’s job is dealing with people at their worst. People who aren’t hostile, abusive, and insane are the exception.

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The bailiff should fire when ready.

Former MTV star Connor Smith allegedly tried to engage in sex acts with a girl under the age of 15, according to Illinois police.

Lake County Sheriff’s Office issued an arrest warrant for the MTV “Are You The One?” star after he interacted with an undercover officer who was posing as a minor for “several weeks” online.

Smith, 32, sent explicit videos and images of himself before planning a meet-up to engage in sexual acts, police said.

The reality star then drove to meet the minor on Feb. 9 but was apprehended by detectives before fleeing in his vehicle, the press release states.

Smith faces three felonies — traveling to meet a minor, grooming, and disseminating harmful material.

Police said that Smith has yet to surrender as of early Thursday. A judge signed off on a $1 million bond after his arrest.***

In 2021, the troubled reality star was arrested for allegedly raping and assaulting a 16-year-old girl.

The alleged crime began when the teen claimed she provided someone with her address after she saw they were selling a cat via Snapchat, TMZ reported.***

https://pagesix.com/2023/02/16/ex-mtv-star-connor-smith-wanted-for-trying-to-meet-girl-under-15-for-sex/

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If she just waited, she could have had the tat for free

Jen Shah will be reporting to prison on Friday with some new ink.

The former “Real Housewives of Salt Lake City” star got two new tattoos just days before she is scheduled to start her six-and-a-half year prison sentence for wire fraud.

Shah, 49, got the word “Keiki” — the Hawaiian term for “baby” or “child” — tattooed across the top of her left forearm.

Similarly, she got the names of her husband, Sharrieff Shah, as well as her two sons, Sharrieff Jr. and Omar, inked on the bottom of her right arm.

Jen was arrested in March 2021 for running a nationwide telemarketing scheme which targeted thousands of people, mainly the elderly.*** https://pagesix.com/2023/02/15/jen-shah-gets-two-new-tattoos-before-reporting-to-prison/

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I get that it was an attempt, but why isn’t he incarcerated at least a little?

A former Cherry Creek High School softball coach has been sentenced to 10 years’ probation after pleading guilty in a child sex crime case.

Paul “Pablo” Severtson was sentenced Monday in Arapahoe County District Court, according to the district attorney’s office.

Severtson was arrested in July as part of a child sex crime investigation connected to a Virginia girl who took her own life.*** https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/former-cherry-creek-hs-softball-coach-sentenced-to-ten-years-probation-for-child-sex-crime/ar-AA17xkym

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***In March, local investigators were contacted by the Hanover County Sheriff’s Office in Virginia about a juvenile girl who died by suicide, the news release said. Through the course of the Virginia investigation, authorities discovered that the girl had been communicating with an individual, identified as Severtson, on social media messaging apps.

Through his social media accounts, Severtson passed himself off as someone in his early 20s who was into fitness,

according to the sheriff’s office. Investigators allege Severston was attempting to persuade the Virginia girl to send him nude images and videos of herself, “which due to her age, would be considered child sexual abuse material.”***https://www.denverpost.com/2022/07/20/paul-pablo-severtson-girls-softball-coach-arrested-suspect-child-sex-crime/

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Loudon County really wants to hide its shame

The school board in Loudoun County, Virginia, voted on Tuesday night to keep the findings of an independent report on sexual assault private. The report, compiled by the law firm Blankingship and Keith, focused on how the district responded to two sexual assault incidents at Stone Bridge High School in May 2021. The 15-year-old “gender fluid” male student pleaded guilty to counts of rape in “forced sodomy” and “forced fellatio” against a teenage girl at Stone Bridge. The student allegedly sexually assaulted another teenage girl at Broad Run High School while waiting for his first trial.

The school board claimed that it had to keep the repot secret because it would reveal students’ personal data, in violation of the law. John Beatty, a member of the school board, contested this claim, telling The Daily Signal that he made a motion to redact students’ names in releasing the report.

In December, a special grand jury released a separate report on Loudoun County Public Schools’ handling of the 15-year-old “gender fluid” student’s multiple sexual assaults. The grand jury, which Virginia Republican Attorney General Jason Miyares requested in April, consisted of Loudoun County citizens, who heard from over 40 witnesses and perused over 100 pieces of evidence.

The jury’s report states that Loudoun County Public Schools “failed at every juncture….LCPS as an organization tends to avoid managing difficult situations by not addressing them fully.” The grand jury suggested that the report be released to the public so the community might view as much information as possible.***

Mike Smith, an LCPS father, questioned the merit of this decision in a public comment session at Tuesday’s school board meeting. “I understand you want to redact minors’ names, everyone knows that these things [name reduction requirements] happen,” he said. “But what happened outside the event? What happened behind the scenes? What happened behind the scenes is almost scarier than the actual event. It’s just going to perpetuate more.”***

One LCPS mother chided the board for citing attorney-client privilege: “I’m very furious because once again people at this county in this school board are protecting adults….They aren’t protecting children.”

Parents leveled additional sexual assault allegations at LCPS staff. One former LCPS mother, Tumay Harding, accused board members of “hiding behind Title IX” nondiscrimination law and brushing her off after Harding reported a science teacher who allegedly sexually assaulted and harassed her daughter and two of her daughter’s friends.

Harding implored, “I want this teacher to not hurt anybody again.”

She asked the same question thousands of parents around the United States have been asking in the wake of disturbing revelations kept from parents and the public: “As you heard today, two years prior, the same allegations from a girl were hidden from us. What else is being hidden from us?”*** https://www.dailysignal.com/2023/02/15/loudoun-county-school-board-votes-hide-report-male-gender-fluid-student-raping-students-parents/

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verdantvulpus · 2 years

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A Pathetic Little Plea

Hello friends.

Sorry to bother you with a chunk of text but I must throw myself at your mercy.

Self-promotion is really hard. Like really really hard. Especially when you’re a Spoonie parent of a loud, rough and tumble toddler. I know I have been somewhat... lets say, ‘erratic’ ... about my posting here on tumblr in the past.

I’m really working on that and I think I’m getting into a routine that is helping me out with that. However I still feel like I’m working against the algorithms which determine what people are allowed to see on their feeds.

It would really help me out if, should you feel so inclined, you reblogged my work to help me increase my following. Unfortunately the ‘like’ buttons don’t seem to do much of anything. I do enjoy getting a few likes on my work, don’t get me wrong, but no one else is able to see that and it’s starting to get to the point that even people following me aren’t even seeing my posts thanks to the SOCMED gods policy of promoting solely by “engagement”.

I hate having to ask such a thing. Believe me, it does NOT feel great to have to beg for reposts, but I’m just getting started on all this and I do have silly little aspirations of maybe someday being able to make a bit of scratch on the side with my Patreon (cough cough) and maybe some merch in the future.

As I said, Self-promotion is hard. Please please please hit that reblog button whenever you see something you like. Not just for me, but for all the artists and writers on here that you enjoy. It will mean a lot. I know it would mean a lot for me.

Thanks.

#pls #please #pleas #see what i did there #I'm a comic genius #i'm beggin you #i'm literally begging you #it's just a button #it's right there at the bottom #the algorythm is judging me #sorry for being desperate #i'm thirsty for followers #what even is engagement #why is everything so hard #i just want to write about idots #and draw them #self promotion #did i mention i have a patreon #thanks sorry thanks

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shehryar4u · 2 years

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗲

Generally we define life as “the existence of individual human being or animals”, life distinguish between living and non living things but verily life to the large extend associated with emotions, feelings, pain, sensitivity and many more. Everyone gets one life and this is a harsh reality. Life is too short and the algorithms of mind are too vast, we set goals and objectives in life so that they yield maximum utility. We face many stages in our lives, meaningful and meaningless, Nihilistic and existentialistic, happiness and sourness . Those whose lives are going through a same direction and strictly static is meaningless and unthrilled. If we don’t intrinsic and dip ourselves within the relentless bushes of this life we can’t achieve our meaning of life. To achieve meaning of life you have to strike with your cognitive framework and you must infringe against your engineered mindset.

Since, childhood, we have been teached different meaning and objectives of life. The meaning and objective of lives was only circumulating around the wishes and orders of God. We are here so that we please our God our lives are meaningless and objectiveless if we don’t obey him. Childs are too inquisitive and Sharpe picking minds, they get ideas very fast and you can bend them what way you want but unfortunately they(clerics) depriving us from our right of free thinking and made us subject to rubbish philosophies. We’re taught to leave your fate and currents of our lives on the mercy of God. God knows your future, your source of food and happiness has already decided by him, these were the pedagogies of religious seminaries. Happiness is God blessings while sadness and sourness are his curses. Whenever we got stucked In some difficult situations, instead of paving our ways we were in tears inclined towards God for mercy and help but we found no result of these absurd things. Our elders and religious teachers had locked our brains for objectively thinking. We denied the real world and struggle and started believing on the miracles of an abstract body.

Life was smooth but ignorant until philosophy has smacked me. I started questioning the first principles of life, existence of God, mechanism of this Universe, Evolution, religion, cultural norms, codes of our society, status of women in our society, classes in society and many more, stepped into it I found myself in the stage of ferocious nihilism. This is the most and cruel time in one’s life. I tried many time to get rid of this meaningless life and world. When I was about to commit suicide, this happened many times, something would occur which made my direction straight and correct but life don’t wait it goes forward without any pause. In this journey I found no friend, relative or any other who could hold me, Listened me, Understand me, slapped me, hugged me, who wiped my tears in those long nights. Solitude was a death kiss for me. But that time I found my Savior, Dr. Khurshid Ahmad, he hold me, understand me and flipped me out from these marshes.

The conclusion of my earlier life is. When I silenced people leaved me, When I started saying something they got bored. When I needed their attention they ignored me. When I cried no one was there to pat me on my back. When I didn’t say something they hypothetically started spatting on me. When I spoke I found them far away from me. I felt loneliness regardless of surrounded by countless people. When I was telling them about my life and my health they labeled me an attention seeker. When I get frustrated they stopped talking to me. When my heart sinked no one was there to hug me. When I get bored no one cracked a crazy joke, and could enforced me to tell them what happened. What I dreamed for, that what my nearer ought to be, remained a vivid unfulfilled dream. Why should people came nearer to me as I, was and I’m, not in good terms of my life it is like bugs came for candle when it shines.

For the first in my life, I’m fearing from death, I have started loving my life, what, sometimes I was ardently ending it. I want more time to explore the dry realities of this universe, the mass people and their thinking’s and intentions. Toady I’m tired but have a well spark of seeking meaning in this meaningless world. I left all the outdated philosophies, poor teachings of my predecessors and pedagogies of religious seminaries.

Sometimes, when I decided to look back, I solely wish to see my foot prints not the personality I have left behind. I’m loosing my close circle, my relatives, my friends and again I’m going towards a rigid solitude. I’m becoming a very sensitive and self centered figure. Now I’m in the stage of my life where I don’t need any friend and sympathizer. I seeing everyone curse who eats me from within. Moeen asad khan he is a gentle and kind personality. Despite his busy schedule he always available himself for me whenever I need him. He is really a true remedy. I feel a quick boost in mood whenever I'm sitting infront of him.

On Friday I met one of my senior “Abdul wadood”, after a brief meeting with him I’m here writing this piece of work, he is also a big source of my motivation. There is a lot remaining to experience and learn from this man.

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ncitygirls · 3 years

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pink - mark x gn reader

fluff, smut, cw: submissive!mark, 2k

The concept of colour is an intriguing one. Much like seeing, seeing itself is intriguing. Intriguing as well is the notion that seeing is believing when the blind trust so fiercely. They must trust the yellow of the sun resembles the middle of daisies, and runny yolk. They must trust the red of a ruby resembles that of flowing blood. They must trust that at any given time, the blue painting the skies can resemble that of bluebells, blueberries, and all blue things.

The concept of colour is not an admissible one. It is convoluted and complex. The pink of a rose, of a poked eye, of a healing wound, of a stained linen. They all contain a bounty of hues; some dimmer, paler, or truer than others. They all carry their own meaning, things we assign and ascribe to an item; be it clothing, furniture, text. The point to all this is, you do not think you will ever be able to truly explain how perfect the pink that colours Mark’s lips is. You try every morning you are fortunate to wake beside him - when you are first to wake that is. You peel open your eyes one by one, blinking away sleep and tears from the strobes scorching your corneas, falling victim to the allure of sunlight that lures you from your dreams, only to wake to another.

Pink. It is too simple a word to describe the creases in his lips that sit a couple shades darker, not enough to call magenta nor red. Every morning, you ache to run your fingers along the ridges, to rouse him from sleep, punish him like the rising sun did you. You never do. You lay there, watching as silent breaths cause the rise and fall of your lover’s chest, perturbed by the riddle that curses you every other morning.

How does one describe the indescribable?

It is your job no? To spread word of such wonder. A man who proves the existence of a higher power. A man whose face cannot be a product of the algorithms of colliding comets, nor of destiny. Hands of an omniscient being carved this face, moulded him into the wonder that you wake to every morning. That pink is not just pink. It is a perfect combination of the richest red and a waxen white. God needn’t have spent long, given his almightiness, but he did spend more time than on others. For that reason you think it selfish to waste this time, to roll out of bed and busy yourself with the trivial, menial tasks of readying for work. No, you must solve this riddle. You must find a way to proclaim what you have thought since the very first moment you laid eyes on Mark Lee.

“How are you real?”

One glance and he knew you hadn’t meant to ask it aloud. It is a regular action you do in regards to him; thanking God for the blessing that was Mark Lee’s creation. It occurs at all hours of the day, both verbal and non verbal, physical and non-physical alike. Whether it be the sudden airiness in your laughter, or twirling strands of his hair betwixt your fingers. Every time your eyes settle on his face, your senses heighten while your sense diminishes.

“Morning, angel,” he mumbles, tugging you from your angelic pose on his chest and pulling your lips to his. He offers you just a press, but should it be your last, it would still be enough. Mornings spent in his company always make for an easier start, one full of wistful goodbyes but wishful hellos. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” your lips fall to his toned pec, offering scattered pecks. “Did you?”

Mark hums groggily, head falling to his pillow, failing to follow your sudden flurry of kisses. He finds the energy to speak just as your lips closed around his hardened nipple, as you begin to suck ever so slightly. His hands find your hips, clinging onto your frame as you kiss a path down his chest, marking his skin on your descent. “It’s almost eight,” he regrets to inform you, wishing nothing more than to enjoy this extended dream. “Won’t you be late?”

You show no signs of stopping, journeying south at a most leisurely speed. He relinquishes his hold on you, instead finding purchase in the bed linens, his fingers clasping around the duck down feathers. When your lips suddenly leave him, Mark fears the worst, that his reminder had a delayed effect. That is reluctant warning, seemingly good deed is now working against him. He soon finds his concerns were in vain as your lips close around the clothed head of his cock, sucking long and hard on the darkened material. His hips rise toward your mouth, chasing the stimulation you offer up to the deity beneath you, the one you call Mark. The one you call yours.

Your fingers grip his waistband, slowly lowering the material to the tops of his calves. His hot length meets the cool air with a hiss, his jaw tightening as you offer a languid tug from his base to his tip. A strangled moan fills the air, coating either end of your name. As you slowly pump him within your closed fist, you admire how the morning light always caught the beautiful tone of his arms, the shadows casting over his chest. He is more firm beneath your palm, more concrete, more real. When he casts his gaze toward you finally, finding some room for restraint within your steady pace, he allows himself to admire the gentle knit of your brows, the smirk upturning your lips as his breathing changes when you tighten your fist. He gasps when your eyes fly back up to his, your fist stilled at the base of his abdomen, a silent question in your eyes, a small lick at your lips.

He nods, watching you lower your weight, resting on his tensed thighs. He is breathless, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips, your pink tongue sweeping over your bottom one, teeth catching the skin as you run your closed fist over his cock once more, gripping tighter as he mewls.

Words escape him as he offers up devout concentration to his breathing, praying he does not crumble under the warmth of your touch and sweetness in your eyes. His eyes squeeze shut when you thumb his slit, a hard shudder passing through his bones, his hips bucking in time with your closed fist. Mark whines beneath you, the patience he forces is admirable, his whitened knuckles gleam as they blend in with the cloud of sheets. And still you wait, feeling his skin burn as his precum gathers in your palm, squelching in the air.

“Minhyung,” you breathe suddenly, fearful you might shatter the moment. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,’ he chokes out in response. ‘I want you, please.’

You chortle at his sweet plea, capturing the skin of his thigh in a slow kiss as you pump him harder, puckering your lips along the skin at his base as his thrusts start to increase. “Slow down for me,” you whisper. Mark loves what you are doing, reducing him to the shell of himself as you lure his first orgasm of the day from him. He grips your hand then, ready to chase a release he knows you will not give him.

“Please,” he begs softly, skin a flaming pink, lined by the morning light and in a light dew.

Pressing a final, fleeting kiss to his tip he wishes to chase, you release him, drawing his brows together as you slow down before climbing off of his lap. He frowns as you kneel beside the bed before patting his shin, “come ‘ere.”

He bites his tongue, stuffing it in his cheek, “I know you’re teasing me.”

“No,” you laugh, “you’re just impatient,” you coo, watching as he follows your instruction anyway, shuffling to the edge of the bed. You tug his pants down to his ankles before you are hovering over his cock, admiring the gleam as the light reflects off his slick head. He sighs as you do, your breath cooling his angry tip, a twitch running through his cock as you just hover. He almost whines again when you pucker around his slit, the tip of your tongue passing over it ever so slightly.

His sweet moans fill the air, his breaths laboured as you tease him, lapping at his shaft as he toys with your hair, moving it aside so he can see you. He watches you take him, burying his lithe cock between the hot confines of your mouth before sucking around him, humming as he mewls beneath you. He assigns no time to keeping himself together, instead admiring how quickly you render him powerless. How you swirl your tongue around him, pump him as you suckle on his head, swallowing around him. He is completely at your mercy, his cum threatening to pour down your throat as you push on his abdomen, sending his back into the mattress. He huffs as he falls, sighing as his stolen release is remedied by your cool, slick coated finger prodding at his puckered hole.

His moans are unintelligible, garbled mumbles filling the air as you glide your finger into his ass, curling ever so slightly as you pump the digit. “I think I-,” he starts, unsure how, or just unable to finish.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you breathe on his cock, curling your finger harder with every suck you offer his leaking tip. “It’s okay, you can come.”

“Fuck- I’m-” his voice escapes him before he can help it, the mere thought of it forcing you to suck harder. His release tears through him like molten iron, encrusting his every nerve, setting him alight. His cum coats your throat as he bucks into your mouth, your name barely comprehensible as it pours from his lips. It is pleading, prayer like, something you repel. It was Mark who was God like. Mark who was heavenly.

He humps up into your mouth while grinding down on your finger, milking himself, using you, silently forbidding himself to succumb to the oversensitivity of his orgasm. He clings onto the nape of your neck, lodging his tip in the back of your throat while chasing the finger pressed beautifully to his prostate as his mind and body struggle to process the endless limits of his pleasure, though the two can agree it rests in your hands.

When he is somewhat present, Mark quickly recognises your figure lying by his side, your unsoiled hand massaging the expanse of his chest. He gazes up at you with fatigue in his eyes, and a sickly adoration. And something else he thinks he is ready to name.

“Y/N?” Mark calls, still a little breathless, failing to notice the way your eyes catch the time. “I think I-”

“Shit, it’s past nine! Mark, I have to go.”

You disappear down the hall, your presence made known only by a flurry of rushed sounds before you return in the peachy pink shirt you left behind last time. He can’t figure out how it looks better on you every time he sees it. Much like the pink of your lips when circling his cock or the more innocent pink lining your tired eyes. Even the pink hearts that fly around your head as he watches you rush around the room, glancing at him every so often, laughing to find him still watching you. Each time you do, he sees that nothing beats the colour of the red raw love he feels for you. Mark hopes to tell you this some other beautiful morning. For now, he smiles against your lips as you bids him farewell before letting him return to his slumber.

He dreams only of you.

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blownbybakugou · 3 years

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I Am The Game

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Slight angst, Fluff

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Shigaraki poisoned Toga, but you made a cure and saved her life. Toga snapped and praised you as her god, then lead you to the league of villains, where Tomura took an interest to your quirk...

Word Count: 2.7k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Blood, attempted murder, mention of actual murder, cussing, mind break (non-sexual), Yandere properties, tooth rotting fluff, aged up/down reader (22), slightly Ooc Toga.

The sound of a steaming kettle is what woke Himiko, her body jerking up from its placement and her eyes flashing across the room. She was startled from her surroundings, to say the least. She was not able to recognize anything around her, then her eyes land on you, a young woman in her early 20s pouring a cup of herbal tea into a mug and treading towards the bed Toga was seated on.

“W-Who are you?” Toga asks, scooting back until she was against the wall behind her. “My name is Y/n. You were betrayed by your leader, and I saved you from your demise.” You spoke strongly. “But why?” Toga softens, her muscles relaxing the slightest bit. “I have a proposal. You being loyal, agile and brave, makes you a worthy companion. And therefore, I would like to ask you if you would join me, be my partner in crime, or whatever you wish to call it”

Your voice was silky and pristine while your expression contradicted what she heard. Your eyes were dull, but she couldn’t exactly tell what they looked like exactly, since they were settled on your lap, and had no emotion in them whatsoever and the rest of your face was soft and glowing with beauty. “You barely know me, how do you know if I am as loyal as you think I am?” Himiko questions, giving a quick grin to show off her sharp canines.

“I have watched you for quite awhile. I knew what was going to come of you, and I felt that I should recruit you as my own, since they didn’t see the potential in you.” You hand her the mug of tea you had poured and look her in the eyes for the first time. Toga was instantly entranced, the color of your eyes flourishing and dancing in her own. “Drink this. It’ll get rid of the headache you have.”

She hadn’t even noticed the pounding in her head until when you mentioned it, but she takes the herbal mix quickly, eager to please you. She gulps it down as fast as she can and sets down the mug with a bright smile. “That was good tea Y/n-Chan! Thank you.” You are taken aback by the sudden change of mood, but make no mistake to question it. Instead, you get up to put the mug in the sink of your apartment.

“So, do you accept my offer?” You query, glancing back at a very giddy Himiko. “Yes! You saved my life, how could I say no?” Her enthusiasm was confusing to you. She is a villain whom found out her own boss backstabbed her, yet she is being so trusting of you. As if you were her mother, or sister.

“Wonderful. We will be moving a lot, and before we start the murderous sprees, I believe a talk with your former boss, is in order.” You state, walking over to her with a smug smile. “Oh my god yes! This is going to be so fun!” Toga beams.

You kicked down the door with a small smirk, looking at all of the people inside and giving them a mock wave. Himiko giggles and leaps over the now broken door sending a deadly glare at Shigaraki, whom was leaned back in a chair nearby. “Hello everyone. This, is a warning. Dishonor has plagued you all, and we’ve come to rip it down. If you do not change your ways of betrayal, I shall send you all to a nightmarish hell, where you all will perish in ways unimaginable. But anyway, this is my partner, Himiko Toga. You may know her?” You send a teasing laugh in the way of Tomura.

“You are weak, especially without someone of her abilities, and you were a fool to try and kill her.” You say, moving up to his face, his scarred, oddly attractive face. He growls, and places his hand firmly on your cheek, waiting for the cries of mercy to begin. Only for you to punch him right in the nose. “What do you think you’re doing, you handsy bastard!” You yell, shaking your hand out.

Shigaraki takes a second to process the event that just played out. You didn’t decay. He touched you, with all 5 fingers, and you didn’t decay. “Who are you? And what the hell is your quirk?” His raspy voice sought out. “None of your damn business”

“Join us. You’re clearly very powerful, and we could use someone like you.” You snap you head to meet his daring orbs and glare him down. “You have nothing for me, therefore, I will not stay.” You try and shake free of his grasp, but his grip only tighten in determination to have you stay. You were the one he was meant to be with. The only one who he couldn’t kill with his deathly touch. He couldn’t lose you like this.

“Let go.” Himiko demands, clasping a knife closely behind her back. “What if I make you a deal? If the girl stays with you, you can both stay in the league. Sounds fair, right?” Shigaraki grins, pulling you into him. “That’s the boss’ choice, not mine. I follow her now.” Himiko snarls. “I shall not stay unless I hear an apology for Himiko.” You sneer, pushing yourself away from him and pulling your hand out of his.

His body jerked at the thought of admitting he was wrong. But you were worth it. You had to be worth it. “I’m sorry, Toga. I thought it would be better for the league, but I was wrong.” He grumbles begrudgingly. Your breath hitched, much like everyone else’s. You hadn’t expected him to actually apologize. You thought he would refuse you, and you and Toga could move on. But no, apparently this guy really didn’t want you to leave.

“Okay then, I suppose we can stay. Are you okay with that Himiko?” You question, looking back at your shocked friend. “Of course boss!” She cheers, giving you a loose hug around the waist. “I’m going to work on something. Toga, I need you with me.” You motion over to a booth with a table that was a bit dusty, but cleared off nonetheless.

The blonde female skipped over to the sitting area as you walked behind her, trying to ignore the scarlet eyes that followed your every movement.

You both sat on the red cushions of the booth seats, and you activate your quirk to begin the creating process. A cyber holographic screen projects out of your eyes and you let it float in the awaiting air as you reach into your backpack for your keyboard and controller.

You set them on the dust covered surface and watch as transparent green strings go to attach into each of the devices you had placed there. “Wow! Your quirk is so cool Y/n-Chan!” Himiko gushes, smiling widely and bouncing in her place.

“Thanks, I suppose. Stand and pose with your knives. Look frightening if you would.” You claim, fingers pressing against the hologram to move the surroundings inside.

Happily, Toga obliges. She puts on a face much like a yandere’s and hovers her knives with one behind her and one in front, seemingly about to strike. “Wonderful.” Your hand mindlessly reaches out to the side, scanning her body all while your other hand typed in code to enter her into your program.

Shigaraki’s vision trained intensely on your abilities, his gaze landing strictly on the translucent green display even when his eyes tried to wander further. What the fuck was your quirk? The question haunted him, he needed to know what power you held that stopped him from disintegrating your body, that let him touch you.

You could easily feel the many observations of the others around you, but you pay it no mind as you program Himiko into your game. Well, many have called it a game, but it is no game. It’s a nightmare no one would ever want to live in, let alone see. You were the one who made it into that, and you were also the one who trapped people inside of it.

You snap out of your thoughts of misery, and continue typing code while letting your scan sweep over every inch of Himiko’s form. She had done many poses for you, and you had implemented twice as many into your data base with only doing some slight editing and Himiko was evidently cheerful about it.

“You can sit back down. I have what I need now.” You say nonchalantly, your gaze not leaving your work. “Okay, got it boss!” She says, seating herself almost immediately. “Would you like to give it a try?” You ask, typing one last line of key into the system before starting and holding the controller out to Toga. “This is gonna be so fun!” She excites, throwing her arms in the air and squealing. If everyone wasn’t looking at you before, they definitely were now.

“Okay, there are 31 enemies in the area, all of which are horrendously terrifying. They plan to kill you in the most awful ways, and if you get trapped I’ll pull you out right away.” You speed through the explanation, trying to be vague about the outcomes and twists so that she could not easily defeat the monsters inside of your game. “Got it boss!” She beams, grabbing the controller and getting sucked into your algorithm.

Shiggy couldn’t believe his eyes. Did Toga just get sucked into a video game? This was his every dream, and he feels the itch to want to talk to you and claim you grow with every passing minute. “Stop being a pussy and go talk to her, Scarface.” He hears a deep voice scoff. “Whatever patchwork” Tomura retorts.

You watched Himiko pass each fictional horror character with flying colors, each one of her tactics more impressive than the last. You were implementing her fighting style into the game while also observing her movements to know when to pull her out of the fake environment.

You were snapped out of focus when you heard Shigaraki seat himself beside you and you lift your head lifting up to give him a daring glare, silently lettting him know to screw off. “I saw your quirk.” He says, pointing to the green panel before you.

“Yeah, And?” You snort, going back to typing away at your keyboard. “I want to play.” He deadpans. “Fuck no. Go away.” You retort, shooing him off. “Why the hell not?” He growls, clenching his fists tightly. “Because you’re a dick, and I don’t like you.” You exclaim.

“You sound like a fucking 5 year old! Just let me play damnit!” He demands, looking at your unaffected expression. “No.” You respond. With Tomura’s distractions, you had completely forgotten about Toga, who was finished with the main course of the levels, and was waiting to be let in.

You use your quirk to let the luscious blonde back into reality, and listen as she gushes over the details of your powerful quirk. Well, that didn’t last long due to her noticing her former boss’ presence. “What are you doing here Shigaraki?” She asks, suspicion lacing her voice.

“I want to play her game.” He states, voice raising ever so slightly. You laugh at his confidence in the matter. “Oh, honey,” You start. “I am the game. And you have to be really special if you want to play me.” You giggle, packing up your stuff and leaving him there with a heavy blush.

ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴡɴʙʏʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ©

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki tenko #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x you

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fineillsignup · 4 years

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How to Maybe Get Tumblr to Show Your Post In Tag Search Perhaps

Post one (1) piece of art with placeholder text (I usually use “please wait to reblog tag testing in progress”) and one or two appropriate tags eg the fandom name. Use ONLY tags that sound totally innocent of all possible associations with sex and violence.

Check: does your single piece show up in the tag? Hurrah if it does, and go to step 3! (If it doesn’t, go to step 9, do not pass go, do not collect $200)

Add the rest of your intended art and text, FAST, before people reblog the placeholder version. (Somebody ALWAYS reblogs the placeholder version before I can fix it.)

Check again: is it still showing up in the tags? If it’s disappeared, delete the extra content and try adding the pictures and text bit by bit to find what Tumblr’s algorithms dislike.

Now add more tags! And check again!

THERE IS NO STEP SIX

Now add any daring tags that you’re worried about like “blood” or “Dick Grayson” or whatever. You never know, they might work, but probably won’t.

You can also TRY adding links. But it almost never works, even if it’s a link to another Tumblr post. Exception: the source field! You can sneak one link in that way. It’s located in the “post options” menu.

If the single picture plus limited tags doesn’t show up: try starting with a different picture to see if it’s the picture that’s hitting the algorithm. Or, try another day. If none of your content ever shows up in tag search, your account may be shadow-banned, so you’ll need Tumblr Customer Service, and may God have mercy on your soul.

When all else fails, try yelling FUCK YOUUUUUUUU TUMBLRRRRRRRRR at the screen as loud as you can. This won’t fix the problem but might make you feel better.

#tumblr #this is a website #tutorial #how to #tag search

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theadventtruth · 3 years

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To our merciful God the act of punishment is a strange act. “As I live, saith the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked.” Ezekiel 33:11.... Yet He will “by no means clear the guilty.” “The Lord is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked.” Exodus 34:6, 7; Nahum 1:3. By terrible things in righteousness He will vindicate the authority of His downtrodden law. The severity of the retribution awaiting the transgressor may be judged by the Lord's reluctance to execute justice. The nation with which He bears long, and which He will not smite until it has filled up the measure of its iniquity in God's account, will finally drink the cup of wrath unmixed with mercy. 86 After God has done all that could be done to save men, if they still show by their lives that they slight offered mercy, death will be their portion; and it will be a dreadful death, for they will have to feel the agony that Christ felt upon the cross. They will then realize what they have lost—eternal life and the immortal inheritance. 87 . FLB 338.5-FLB 338.6 🔥 . . . **please tag a friend, comment, and share, so that more people see these posts, and please follow @theadventtruth for more Biblical content, 🔥the interaction helps the algorithm show my posts more🔥** #Jesus #EllenWhite #EllenGWhite #SpiritofProphecy #MoralLaw #10Commandments #salvation #TheNewCovenant #NewCovenant #BibleProphecy #TheOldCovenant #OldCovenant #RemnantChurch #Sabbath #SeventhdayAdventist #audioverse.com #ProtestantReformation #GodisLove #Christian #Protestant #TheGreatControversy #ThreeAngelsMessage #theadventtruth https://www.instagram.com/p/CRjwSLaBGsZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

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yuhoht-t · 4 years

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Please enjoy this rant that I wrote instead of my homework:

In order to weather this crisis, artists in the United States have focused on how to receive funding in a time when very little is being done for everyone. Im fucking pissed off mate. Like, I hate the goddamn modern art scene. Like you’re all such pretentious bastards. Just get a fucking real job and post on instagram like the rest of us. I don’t care if Your Art is performance based or what, literally just make a tiktok dumbass. If you’re at the mercy of a shit government that doesn’t care about you or anyone else besides its own lardtasic ass then you’ll be just as well off at the mercy of the Algorithm. Accept that the internet rules us all and get your art stolen like the absolute chads who’ve already been weathering this shit-storm that is the modern day by adapting to the deteriorating environment. And if that seriously doesn’t work by god just e-beg. Everyone does it.

FUCK.

Besides. If you were a real artist you would listen to what’s happening in the real world and make some goddamn art about it. Right? Now piss off.

((sometimes. art is stupid and i hate it. for reasons other than art-block or a bad day. i really especially hate contemporary art, from gallery bullshit to internet pandering, it’s all ridiculous because these people make it so. obviously the arts deserve more funding and credit than they’re given, but sometimes i also want to slap everyone involved))

#sorry everybody #this is a really personal response to it all #and im sure theres a lot you could read about me from this #and a lot im not reading into #but mostly im just tired #im tired of art #not making art #just #the 'art world'#if ive gotta go it alone #so does everybody else #this pandemic did not all of sudden make you special

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thevoilinauttheory · 4 years

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Music Profile

Rules: For many of us, music is a source of inspiration for our characters, so I want to know what songs inspire and/relate to your muse! Choose between 10-15 songs, compile them into an album and tag some friends to share the beat!

As tagged by @lukawarrioroflight so very, very, very long ago. You made me do a bad thing - which was spend at least 3 hours compiling a list of 10 songs for each of the characters I roleplay the most. M’nhea’s will come first - since I haven’t thought too much about songs for him - and all the others (Maximiloix, Danny, and Amosis) will be listed under the cut. These songs aren’t in a specific order~

I’m going to pick up the tags again for once, so I’m tagging: @renofmanyalts, @jasleh, @amdapori, @prodigalsong, @spotofmummery, @journeybetweenworlds, @astralyehga, @houserosaire, @cadrenebula, @ever-searching, @munchix-home-cooking, @egrine

M’nhea Tia:

Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

There's nothing that I'd take back But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret Cause when I sing, you shout I breathe out loud You bleed, we crawl like animals But when it's over, I'm still awake

Coming of Age - Foster the People

When my fear pulls me out to sea And the stars are hidden by my pride and my enemies I seem to hurt the people that care the most Just like an animal, I protect my pride When I'm too bruised to fight And even when I'm wrong, I tend to think I'm right

RUNAWAY - half.alive

I hold my life out in front of me, dreams of who I want to be I'm seeing every empty page But I find that everything I am is everything I should be I don't need to run away I don't need to run away Yeah I don't need to run away

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

Hey young blood Doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Knights of Cydonia - Muse

No one's gonna take me alive The time has come to make things right You and I must fight for our rights You and I must fight to survive

It’s Not My Fault, I’m Happy - Passion Pit

It's not right, it's not right How am I the only one who sees us fight? What are we? Who are they? Who says those bastards don't deserve to pay? Well it's enough, it's just enough 'cause we don't stand a chance So long you stay around, you're just another song and dance It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair Still I'm the only one who seems to care

Hunger - Of Monsters and Men

Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you Voices disappear when you are speaking, in somber tunes I will be the wolf and when you're starving, you'll need it too Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you It isn't you, it isn't

The Best - AWOLNATION

I'm hardly perfect I'm barely good Just shy of greatness Ah-ah I'm heavy metal And hollow wood Just shy of patience Ah-ah

Titanium - David Guetta, ft. Sia

Cut me down, but it's you who'll have further to fall Ghost town and haunted love Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones I'm talking loud, not saying much

I Just Wanna Shine - Fitz & The Tantrums

So I wake up I get out of bed, and stay up Stay out of my head 'Cause it's dangerous And I don't wanna lose my mind, no

Maximiloix:

Warrant - Foster the People

Fear is like a fake friend It warms you up and takes you in You mouth the words but no sound comes out Fear is like your best friend Manipulates and takes you in You mouth the words No sound again

Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine What a lovely time That it would surely be So bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

Punching in a Dream - The Naked and Famous

All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces Fight, flight, or the screams, life tearing at the seams Wait, I don't ever want to be here Like punching in a dream, breathing life into my nightmare

I Am a Nightmare - Brand New

So come shake your Zen out And give me pure energy My heart is glowing fluorescent, I want you to possess it I’m not a prophecy come true I’ve just been goddamn mean to you So what is this thing laced with Please, don't replace me I surrender, embrace me Whatever I'm faced with

Crystals - Of Monsters and Men

I know I'll wither so peel away the bark 'Cause nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear

Crown of Love - Arcade Fire

They say it fades if you let it Love was made to forget it I carved your name across my eyelids You pray for rain, I pray for blindness

Thank God I’m Not You - Himalayas

You could call me narcissistic You could say I'm of no worth You could call me the scorn of Satan But I could be so much worse

To My Enemies - Saint Motel

You know that talk is cheap Keep talkin' as I turn my cheek You know that no one really cares (Did you know that, did you know that?) It wasn't that long ago You wanted to slit my throat To find out if my blood bleeds blue (Did you know that, did you know that?)

An Honest Mistake - The Bravery

Sometimes I forget I'm still awake I fuck up and say these things out loud My old friend... I swear I never meant for this I never meant...

Forgive Me Friend - Smith & Thell

'Cause I fell in the hole, in the hole, in the hole My heart was turning cold, turning cold, turning cold I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?

Danny:

Upside Down & Inside Out - OK Go

I wish I had said the things you thought that I had said Gravity's just a habit that you're really sure you can't break So when you met the new you Were you scared? Were you cold? Were you kind? Yeah when you met the new you Did someone die inside?

Houdini - Foster the People

Got shackles on, my words are tied Fear can make you compromise With the lights turned up, it's hard to hide Sometimes I wanna disappear

Dance Dance Dance - 65daysofstatic

[Instrumental]

Cradles - Sub Urban

Tape my eyes open to force reality (Oh no, no) Why can’t you just let me eat my weight in glee? I live inside my own world of make-believe Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me

Fire - Barnes Courtney

Oh, a thousand faces staring at me Thousand times I've fallen Thousand voices dead at my feet Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight

Simmer - Hayley Williams

Control There's so many ways to give in Eyes closed Another way to make it to ten Oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down

Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second - STRFKR

All my life There you go Oh please stay Just this once Anyway

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall you were looking out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen So sweet with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

The creature lunged I turned and ran To save a life I didn't have Dear, in the chase There as I flew Forgot all prayers Of joining you

Amosis:

Vy från ett luftslott - Kent

Där missilerna möts De viskar: hålen i himlen ska bli våran död Ovanför molnen Där djävulen bor De viskar: hålen i himlen är från hans klor

Where the missiles meet They whisper: the holes in the heavens will be our death Above the clouds Where the devil lives They whisper: the holes in the heavens are from his claws

Panic Station - Muse

Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes And this chaos, it defies imagination Ooh, 5, 6, 7 minus 9 lives And I know that you will fight for the duration Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes And you know I'm not resisting your temptations Ooh, 5, 6, 7 minus 9 lives You've arrived at panic station

Destruction - Joywave

I wanna know who you told 'til they're all laying on the floor Frozen to the core I wanna know who you told 'til it's nobody anymore Nobody anymore

Little Dark Age - MGMT

I grieve in stereo The stereo sounds strange You know that if it hides It doesn't go away If I get out of bed You'll see me standing all alone Horrified On the stage My little dark age

The Wolf - SIAMÉS

I’m out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run but you can’t hide I’m gonna make you mine Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

It Doesn’t Matter Why - Silversun Pickups

You hear us come and go, we know You wonder if we're not alone, we're alone You think about us all the time, don't Because it doesn't matter why we're known We're just known, we're just known

Sleep Alone - Two Door Cinema Club

He sleeps alone He needs no army where he's headed cause he knows That they're just ghosts And they can't hurt him if he can't see them, ohh And I may go To places I have never been to just to find The deepest desires in my mind

still.feel - half.alive

So when I lose my gravity in this sleepy womb Drifting as I dream, but I'll wake up soon To realize the hand of life is reaching out To rid me of my pride I call allegiance to myself

Iron - Woodkid

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't remind your eyes, your face

Content - Joywave

I'm searching for the difference between What content and content can bring Maybe they're no different 'cause they look the same (They look the same) Maybe I'm just an algorithm with a given name (A given name) But... trying to find the difference The difference, the difference, the difference

#tagged answers #character music #about: M'nhea Tia #about: Maximiloix Voilinaut #about: Danny Harold #about: Amosis #the cold truth: tagged

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nitewrighter · 5 years

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Villains Want A Valkyrie Pt. 3

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

Read it on AO3 Here.

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The heart monitor beeped steadily as Gabriel Reyes stared at Mercy in the Talon medical wing. She stared right back, frozen in the doorway. Mercy felt Moira looming close behind, those heterochromatic eyes flicking over Gabriel’s figure, trying to parse what was the latest thing going wrong. Mauga had dropped off a while back to attend to some enforcers, but honestly the threat of another biotic grip from Moira was enough to keep Mercy relatively compliant. Still running any possible escape scenario she could through her head, but compliant.

Reaper was seated on an examination table, not looking very much like Reaper at all, hunched in a well-worn black hoodie and dark gray elastic cuff sweatpants with pristinely well-kept red and white sneakers. Mercy remembered Volskaya--shooting the bone-white mask off of his face, and the chilling shock that pulsed through her body at seeing the man she thought was dead for the past 5 years. He seemed smaller now--which was no easy feat considering the bulk of his figure thanks to the SEP serum. Little ashen bits were flaking off of the skin of his face and falling upward in a stream of black smoke. It seemed so terrifying when she had first seen it in that dark factory, but looking at it now under the bright lights of the medical lab, she felt like she was looking at him as a doctor and not an opponent. He was sick. He was clearly sick. In pain, even, but doing his best to remain composed in the midst of that.

The eyes were still unnerving. Black sclera, red irises, but the expression on his face seemed to disarm them, slightly. He had aged enough in his years of Overwatch for the scars and laughlines to shift and betray his own fear that he was tamping down. Maybe that was why he embraced the mask so easily . Years ago he had respected her, depended on her, then after Zurich she was another name on his list: the woman who condemned him to a living death just by trying to keep him alive.

“You can come in,” said Reaper, “I won’t bite.”

Mercy took a hesitant step into the room.

“You’re looking well,” said Reaper.

Mercy kept up a steady glare.

“This is awkward,” said Reaper.

“Last time we met you nearly killed me,” said Mercy, “And now you threatened innocent civilians to drag me here and ask me to save your life so you can keep killing. That’s well past awkward.”

Reaper gave a glance to Moira past Mercy’s shoulder, who gave him a slight ‘I told you so’ head tilt with an ‘It’s not too late to shoot her’ eyebrow raise.

“I know,” said Reaper, “I don’t have to tell you we’re in a war, Doc. I know you want to stay alive. You have to do everything you can to keep your work from falling into the wrong hands--and obviously your team would suffer from your absence. At this point, you’re free falling. Hoping your team can pull off another one of their crazy stunts to swoop in and catch you and save the day, because god knows you’ve had to do that over and over again for them. So you keep a cool head. You buy time. That’s fair.”

“Is this the ‘you have no hope of escaping’ speech? Because I don’t think anyone here has time for that,” said Mercy.

“I don’t like that you’re here, Doc. I really wish we didn’t have to bring you in, but I think we can help each other with this,” Reaper pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Gabriel--” Moira started in warning, but it was too late. Mercy winced back at the sight of visible bone and necrotizing flesh falling up and off his arm.

“I know you want to fix this,” said Reaper, slipping the sleeve back over his arm, “If not for my sake, then at least for fixing what’s been done to your tech’s sake. At least for the sake of knowing it can be undone.”

Reaper made brief eye contact with Moira and Moira’s face pinched slightly, but she seemed to remember what Reaper had said earlier about Mercy not being able to walk away from this. Mercy’s own expression was tense, her arms folded tight across herself, looking at Reaper’s arm with a combination of revulsion, regret, and curiosity.

“Just need you to patch me up one last time, Doc,” said Reaper.

“I’ve heard that before,” said Mercy, her brow furrowing.

“Yeah except you’re not bleeding out this time,” said Reaper, “Let’s keep it that way, right?”

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“Huh... I was wondering how all your comms data managed not to be split wide open by Talon cyber attacks,” said Lynx Seventeen in a vidcom window as a dizzing amount of data streamed down Athena’s screens, “I must say, your encryption algorithms are poetry--”

“Oh--” Athena made a noise that sounded like a tittering chuckle, “Well thank you. I do my best.”

“Can we please stay focused?” said Genji, pacing back and forth.

“Hey, this stuff’s just as much an art as a science, and doing it remotely like this takes time,” said Lynx.

“We should be going now, and figuring out which building in Venice she’s being held in is on the way.”

“This is educated guesswork at best!” said Lynx, their metal ears twitching with irritation, “I’m just compiling data gathered from Antonio’s complex combined with the logistical data of Talon’s movements during the Venice Incident. Even if I cross reference blueprints and building restoration records to compile a rough estimate of the most likely site Doctor Ziegler might be held in, you’d still be flying in blind with no knowledge of the building’s interior.”

“I’ve gone in with less,” said Genji.

“And missions where you’ve gone in with less have ended like Venice,” said Winston, frowning over a holographic map of agent locations, “Like McCree said, we’re spread thin.”

“I can go alone then--” said Genji, “Fewer variables, I’m harder to detect than a team---”

“Genji, we’re all as worried about her as you are--” McCree started.

“Are you!?” said Genji.

“But we can’t afford to be emotional about this. We’ve barely had the resources to keep Talon in check. Taking the fight to them is a whole other ball game.”

“Her medical knowledge has to be the primary explanation as to why Talon would snatch her up while still keeping her conscious,” said Jack, “She has time. And she’s smart, she can probably buy even more for herself.”

“You’ve seen what Reaper has done to her before,” said Genji, folding his arms tight across himself, “I can’t--I can’t go through that again. We can’t let that happen to her again. She’s been keeping us alive. We owe this to her. And every second we spend deliberating here--”

“We aren’t deliberating--we’re planning as best we can how to get her back,” said Jack, “And you are going to be on the rescue team. I promise you that. You and McCree have had experience in Venice before. But I’m going to need you to keep calm and let Lynx and Athena work.”

Genji’s shoulders bunched up. “I’m calm.”

“You’re really not,” said McCree.

“Take a walk,” said Jack.

“We’ll page you when we’ve drawn up an itinerary for the rescue mission,” said Winston.

“Come on,” said McCree, putting a hand on his shoulder and leading him out of the room.

They walked down the hallway a ways.

“Y’know you still gotta debrief from that last mission,” suggested McCree.

“Ana and Tracer should cover it sufficiently,” said Genji.

“Genji, I don’t need to be able to see your face to tell when you’re going down a black hole. I’m scared for the doc, too! Terrified! But if we fuck this up she could end up dead.”

Genji visibly winced at McCree’s words.

“Your hacker said you were flying blind,” a voice spoke up from just up the hal and Genji and McCree both stopped and looked to see Hanzo leaning against the wall.

“I don’t recall you being invited to that meeting,” said McCree, folding his arms.

Hanzo held up what appeared to be a semi-deconstructed tip of a sonar arrow. “I don’t like being kept out of the loop,” he said, pocketing the tip.

“How much of the watchpoint have you bugged?” said McCree.

“That’s not important right now.”

“Oh I think it’s pretty imp---” McCree started.

“What are your thoughts, Hanzo?” said Genji.

“I... “ Hanzo straightened himself up slightly, “I have a contact who might be able to help us.”

“...you have contacts in Talon,” said McCree.

“Former Talon,” said Hanzo, “And he’s a medic as well. With Angela in Talon’s custody, I believe he’s the best person we can bring in.”

McCree gave a wary glance to Genji. “I don’t know how I feel about going behind Winston and Jack’s back about this...”

“Can you get in contact with him?” asked Genji.

Hanzo gave a single nod.

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Just being in Moira’s lab made Mercy’s skin crawl. It had virtually no natural light and the entire room was cast in a sickly yellow glow that rippled with watery shadows from the massive biotic tank at the center of the room. She kept it clean, as any scientist worth their salt would,

“It’s a threefold problem,” said Moira as she brought up a projection of Reaper’s cells on a large holographic screen.

“The primary problem being your modifications to Reaper’s cellular structure,” said Mercy, leaning forward at the projection.

“There is nothing wrong with my modifications,” said Moira, “The variables presented by the SEP program and your little Lazarus stunt back in Zurich on the other hand...”

“Nothing wrong with your modifications?” said Mercy, glancing at Moira’s withered hand.

“This is trial and error,” said Moira, running a thumb over one of the silvery veins on her hand, “I took the first risks with rabbits and myself to make sure I got it right,” she turned her attention back to the screen. “As I was saying. Threefold.”

“The nanites, the SEP serum, and the resurrection,” said Mercy.

“Indeed.”

“Moira--” Mercy folded her arms across herself, “If Gabriel is going to survive this, I’m going to need to understand more about your nanites.”

“Because of course only you can save him,” said Moira with an eye roll, “Our guardian angel.”

“I’m more than happy to get out of this lab and leave Reaper in your capable hands,” Mercy said tensely.

“And I wish we could kill you, plastinate your brain, use it as a paperweight, and be done with it but I’m afraid we’re both stuck here and unhappy until Gabriel starts dying less,” said Moira, not even looking away from the screen.

“The nanites,” said Mercy,

“They’re modified from the nanobots of biotics to assimilate into human tissue and then allow that tissue to re-assimilate itself to their own abilities. What about them?”

“There’s more to it than that. I doubt you just woke up one morning and said, ‘Oh you know what will help the world? Turning people into energy-sapping smoke monsters.’”

Moira scoffed. “Your first error is assuming science is about altruism. The point of science is understanding. We must find out everything we can about ourselves and the universe we live in. Whether that’s to our benefit is irrelevant.”

“I’m sure anyone under your care as a medic is thrilled to hear that,” said Mercy.

Moira just scoffed. “The greatest leaps in evolution were shifts on a cellular level and massive expansions in biodiversity. I saw the world within an evolutionary funnel... in the midst of our own anthropocentric mass extinction event, and a severe reduction in human biodiversity from the severe population drop from the Omnic crisis. We needed an edge. A cellular edge. I thought, what if our form as multicellular organisms wasn’t static? What if we could move beyond the movements of our bodies as dictated by our own somatotopy? What might we be able to do with the neuro-cellular capabilities of a cephalopod while still maintaining our highly advanced abstract reasoning capabilities? What if we could push that cellular control even further than that?”

“Cephalo--You wanted us to be like octopuses?” Mercy’s voice pitched up.

“Well in terms of balancing abstract problem solving and extremely refined control of the physical body...” said Moira. She made eye contact with Mercy. “Oh don’t give me that look.”

“I highly doubt Reyes would agree to a trial of your treatments because he wanted to be more like an octopus,” said Mercy, flatly.

“He wouldn’t,” said Moira, “He turned to me because other members of the SEP program--surviving members of the SEP program-- were dying.”

Mercy blinked several times, “No, the US government--”

“Had blacked out all history of the SEP program for fear of other country’s replicating it... but that couldn’t stop its effects,” said Moira, “The adaptability of nanites would mean Gabriel would be capable of producing NK cells at will to fight any cancerous incursions---he’s not just a ‘Smoke monster’ Angela. The nanites function close to stem cells--in fact they’re even more adaptable. They were going to be his best defense against any potential cancers or organ failure from the SEP serum.”

“...so the current state of necrosis in his body--” Mercy started.

“Has essentially metastasized throughout his body because of the nanites and more and more organic components of his body are being destroyed by nanites because the sick cells are recognized as threats to the whole, yes, I know,” said Moira, “You’re all caught up. Happy?”

“I--well... that’s a start,” said Mercy.

A long pause passed between them.

“He got it for Jack’s sake, too, didn’t he?” said Mercy, watching a nanite cell attack a sickly organic cell on the screen, “He’d test it out on himself first so that if the SEP serum ever started negatively affecting Jack...”

“That goes without saying,” said Moira, stiffly.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” said Mercy, “Watching people you care about... collapse despite everything you--”

“I don’t give a damn about your bedside manner or your pathetic attempts to build a rapport,” said Moira, “I’ve heard all your cute little speeches at the UN long enough to know that you’re a parking boot on the wheels of progress, so stop wasting Gabriel’s time and just do what you were brought here to do.”

“This is really upsetting you, isn’t it?” said Mercy.

“If it is, we had bloody well better fix it, shouldn’t we?” said Moira, her withered hand flexing at her side.

Mercy bit the inside of her lip, realizing she wouldn’t be able to buy herself too much time deliberating with Moira. And pushing Moira would probably just end up with her in another biotic grip or worse.

“I’ll need samples,” said Mercy, “Blood, urine, spinal fluid if you have it--” she perked up, “Marrow! His-”

“His bone wasn’t decomposing as fast as the rest of him,” said Moira, her head lifting up,” she furrowed her brow slightly, “An unpleasant procedure, but he should be stable enough for it. I have his blood and spinal fluid on ice and it shouldn’t take too long to get the urine but.. a marrow sample might provide new data.”

“Good,” said Mercy, looking back at the screen, “That’s good.” Another long silence passed between them as Moira stooped over her lab terminal and typed in a few commands to begin preparations for the marrow extraction procedure. “I--Just so you know, despite... despite all the horrible things he’s done, all the horrible things he’s letting you do, I do want to help him,” said Mercy.

“Oh I know you do. You always did. See where that got him,” said Moira.

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