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transbrucewayne · 4 months

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F1 but it’s ultra specific ship dynamics that I need in order to enjoy the ship:

Versainz: baby’s first situationship (literally pentaltyboxbox’s art is my versainz thesis. “Ay, Max, no. I am not gay and neither are you” 🤨) teammates who weren’t supposed to like each other reluctantly becoming friends and then being intricately connected for the rest of their careers. But totally not in a gay way. Of course.

Chestappen: repressed catholic and some guy who needs dilf pussy so bad he wants to kill himself (this is deeply important to me)

Strollonso: Brat princess Lance. Heros and anti-heroes. I’m on the dark side. Tell Lance not to worry I just want to build a gap with the cars behind. You’re my fucking hero.

Carlando: Baby’s first situationship pt.2?? Lando with a massive crush, first real boyfriend Carlos….i need there to be angst. Lando fell first AND harder, etc.

Britcedes/Gewis: George fumbling all over himself trying to impress Lewis, Lewis just thinking he’s cute no matter what. It’s the coolest man alive/weird little freak he’s obsessed with pairing of my dreams. George: this is my boyfriend he’s cooler than me and also he’s cooler than all of you.

Maxiel: first love married divorced remarried pining missing something that maybe was never there will they won’t they one big game of gay chicken healing from baby’s first situationship etc etc etc (I adore them)

Dando: trying to find solace in another, longing for someone you can’t get back, subversion of expected dynamics (controversial: I fully believe Lando tops in this one). But also. They need to have one brain cell. Lando blabbing on about god knows what. Daniel sweating and popping a vein bc of how much he needs to kiss him.

Twinklaren/Landoscar: third time’s the charm, oh you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, tender glances, young love, first teammate crush syndrome

Danterri: we had something weird in the past. “Find another weed guy I can’t fuck with you…uhhhmm nothing personal I can’t fall in love right now and youre Everything I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah” (we’ve all seen that one web weaving.) Are you dating the female version of me?

Lecciardo: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN VEGAS. Charles needs dick from a guy with unstoppable charisma soooooo bad. Fueling each other’s impulsive sides, etc etc

Sebchal: baby’s first situationship (Charles’ version) (from the vault) I miss you so much I’m going to listen to breakup songs all night long. I still think of you every day. I named you twice in a list of drivers. You may even kiss. If it was the omegaverse Seb is so obviously an alpha.

Brocedes: if it doesn’t make me physically sick to my stomach with anguish I do not want it. I hope you die I hope we both die. Hand in unlovable hand. I still consider him my best friend in my heart. We’re not friends. Are they lovers? Worse.

Chewis (Charles/Lewis. I recognise this is also the name for Checo/Lewis. What is the Charles/Lewis name?) me and the bad bitch I pulled by being in violation of that one article section. You know the post. They suffer together. Kinship in joint pain. You’ve got a long future ahead of you. Praise kink.

Let me know if you want a part 2, if so, send ships you want!

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chocolix76 · 2 months

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What if Moon and Solar found Ruin too late when he was kidnapped by Eclipse?

Word count: 1,675

CW: Dismemberment

Ruin scooched backwards in a frantic attempt to put as much distance between himself and Eclipse as possible, the latter approaching with slow rhythmical steps as if trying to prolong his terror as long as possible. Once his back hit the solid and slightly damp wall of his holding cell, Ruin had to quickly come to peace with the fact that there was no way out. The open door behind Eclipse taunted him, holding freedom just out of his reach. There was a barrier in front of the door.

“I’m going to torture you, Ruin,” Eclipse drawled, stopping just a foot in front of where Ruin was curled into a ball. All he could see was the taller animatronic’s white eyes glaring at him through a shadowy figure. “I’m going to tear you apart piece by piece.”

“T-Torture?” Ruin stammered, holding his arms out in front of him as Eclipse attempted to close the space between them, most likely to harm him. Eclipse scoffed, grabbing Ruin by the wrist and twisting his arm backward in a direction his joints were not made to go. “N-Now Eclipse, let’s talk about this, shall we? Th-There’s no need to resort to torture is- is there?”

There was a heavy silence that passed between them before Eclipse burst into laughter, filling the eerie stillness of the bunker. His grip on Ruin’s wrist only grew tighter as he attempted to wiggle out of the taller animatronic’s grip, forcing a cry of pain from escaping his voice box.

“Of course there’s a reason to torture you. You made me,” Eclipse accused, twisting Ruin’s arm back even further when he attempted to cut in and argue otherwise, letting out a cry of pain that only made the wicked smile on Eclipse’s face grow larger. “You made me and even the people you consider your friends don’t trust you. They might even take their sweet time looking for you if they even noticed that you’re missing. By the time they find you, you’ll be nothing more than scrap. You’ll be a warning to the others.”

Only now did the pure weight of the situation Ruin was in finally catch up to him, glancing frantically around the room for anything that could save him without success. Eclipse had removed any possible weapons from the room, leaving the only modes of self-defense to be his own fists which Eclipse was currently holding.

“Eclipse, I promise I did not make you!” Ruin cried, hating how weak and vulnerable he sounded and how that only seemed to fuel Eclipse’s malevolent intent. “If I made you, I would not have you- have you kidnap me! W-What do I have to gain from making you, hm? Nothing!”

“Shut up if you know what’s best for you,” Eclipse hissed, using his free hand to grip where Ruin’s chin should be with enough force to leave dents in the faceplate. Ruin squirmed in discomfort, trying to think of something, anything to get himself out of this situation, but his mind failed him. “Enough stalling. The more time I waste, the more likely Moon is to find you. That is, if he even wants to find you.”

The last sentence echoed in Ruin’s mind like a gunshot, leaving him wondering what Moon was doing with the information he had been given on Ruin’s whereabouts. Had he put in any effort to come and find him, or was he continuing on with his day in hopes that Eclipse would one day return him? He wondered how Moon would feel to find his destroyed body outside the daycare. Would he feel guilt? Remorse? Before he could think about what Moon was doing any further, the feeling of Eclipse releasing his chin pulled him back to the present.

Eclipse released Ruin’s wrists, turning on his heels and making his way towards the entrance to the cell as if he was changing his mind last minute. The tension that had built up in Ruin’s shoulders didn’t release, pulling himself into a sitting position as he wondered what the abrupt change of heart could possibly mean. That was until his entire body seized as an electric shock tore through his body, Eclipse turning around with that wicked smile of his to watch as Ruin writhed in pain.

Someone was screaming. They were screaming so loud that Ruin wanted nothing more than to lift his hands to the sides of his faceplate and attempt to block out the sound, but his arms refused to move as yet another shock coursed through his body. He was screaming. He was in agony and Eclipse was enjoying every second of it. As the burning of the latest shock slowly tapered off, giving Ruin a moment of relief, hatred that he had never experienced before swelled in his chassis. The moment he was given the chance, he would make sure Eclipse suffered the agony and terror he felt. However, that hatred was soon forgotten as another wave of pain coursed through his body.

“MOON! SOLAR! P-Please, someone help me!” Ruin screamed, his cries mixing with the sound of Eclipse’s laughter. “PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!”

“Aw, isn’t that cute? Ruin is crying for help,” Eclipse cooed mockingly, walking up to where Ruin was curled up on the ground once more, trembling from pure terror and the aftermath of the electrocutions. “Too bad I’m the only one that can hear you and your precious Moon and Solar won’t be here to help you anytime soon. It would be a miracle if they come for you at all! Now…what next?”

“E-Eclipse, please…” Ruin pleaded, grasping at the hem of Eclipse’s pantaloons. The fabric was familiar and comforting underneath his fingertips, helping him think clearly through the haze of pain that muddled his mind. The familiarity was short lived as Eclipse swatted his hand away with a disgusted scowl. “I-I think that was more than enough torture for the day. Surely I could- could prove to you that I did not make you. Th-There’s no need to torture me for something I did not do.”

“You’re right, why didn’t I think of that sooner! We could talk this out and everything will be just fine!” Eclipse cried as if he had come to an enlightening conclusion, before abruptly grabbing Ruin’s arm as tugging it with such force that it was struggling to remain within the socket. “BULLSHIT!”

Ruin shrieked in pain, reaching out and grasping Eclipse’s arm and attempting to loosen his grip, but the taller animatronic held on for dear life, refusing to let go. Ruin could feel his arm socket creaking, white hot pain radiating through his shoulders and throughout his body as wires were agonizingly pulled from their proper positions. After one painful yank from Eclipse, he could suddenly no longer feel his arm at all. He was barely aware of the loud thud his dismembered arm made when it hit the concrete floor or the sound of Eclipse’s laughter. Everything felt as if it were surrounded in a thick haze of agony and exhaustion. The last thing he saw before his optics flickered out was the piercing white of Eclipse’s eyes.

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“Ruin? Ruin! Speak to us if you can!”

Slowly, the world started to come into focus. First came his sense of sound, next his vision. As Ruin’s optics readjusted, he could see Moon kneeling next to him, waving his hands in front of Ruin’s face. He couldn’t move or speak even if he wanted to. The incapacitating burning pain that spread throughout his body made the thought of moving the slightest inch or speaking a single word unbearable. Ruin could see someone’s shoes lingering in the doorway, trying to croak out a warning, but all that came out was a harsh squeak of feedback.

“He’s alive, Solar. Not in good condition, but he’s alive,” Moon stated, turning his head towards the figure standing in the doorway. It bothered Ruin the way the lunar animatronic didn’t sound the slightest bit relieved. It almost sounded as if he could have died, and Moon couldn’t have cared less. “We’re gonna bring you back to the daycare, okay? Solar, help me lift him up.”

Ruin was only partially aware of Moon taking his remaining arm over his shoulder and hoisting him into a standing position, Solar pressing himself against Ruin’s damaged half to serve as additional support. He was grateful that Solar and Moon had come to rescue him, but underneath the relief was a multitude of other emotions he was too exhausted to explore at the moment. There was hatred towards Eclipse, betrayal and hurt towards the people he considered his friends and anger towards himself for not being able to stand up against a threat. He felt his head drifting down to rest against his chest as they made their way out of the bunker, Solar pushing it back up.

“Stay with us, Ruin. We’re sorry we didn’t get here sooner, but we’ll have you fixed up in no time,” Solar promised, his voice much softer than Moon’s had been. It wasn’t entirely sympathetic, but it made Ruin feel at least somewhat comforted.

“Barrier….Eclipse…” Ruin croaked, only now wondering how the two of them managed to get through the magical barrier Eclipse had put up to keep him from escaping, and quite possibly to keep anyone from rescuing him.

“We’ll talk about that once you’re better. Let’s focus on getting you back to the daycare,” Moon replied, readjusting his hold on Ruin.

A tense, yet somewhat comforting silence fell over them as Solar and Moon led the way back to the place Ruin one day hoped to call home. It had been a terrifying day, but the knowledge that he was alive and would soon feel better was enough to put him at ease. Once he recovered, Ruin vowed that he would prove to the celestial family that he was trustworthy and could be considered a friend. Until then, he was glad to be going back to the comfort of the arcade.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams ruin #chocolix writing #cw dismemberment #tw dismemberment #dismemberment

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soonsie · 1 year

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Thems at a joint eating burgers.

Considering Monsoon isn't wearing his civilian body, all he has is gum. HC he does have one, he just simply doesn't want to use it. Besides, nutrition packs and yummy yummy fuel cells are all he needs to enjoy life to the fullest.

#Fan art #Mgr #jetstream sam #mgr sundowner #mgr mistral #Mgr monsoon #winds of destruction #Metal gear rising #samuel rodrigues #Sundowner Mgr #Mistral Mgr #Monsoon Mgr

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usafphantom2 · 4 months

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Special Edition Magazine Commemorates 80th Anniversary of The Black Sheep Squadron

January 4, 2024 Vintage Aviation News Articles, Press Releases 0

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Gregory ‘Pappy’ Boyington was a Marine Corps fighter pilot and the commanding officer of the VMF-214 Black Sheep Squadron in the Pacific during World War II. Boyington was a leading flying ace, Prisoner of War, and a recipient of both the Navy Cross and Medal of Honor.

Probably one of the most famous photos Col Greg ‘Pappy’ Boyington (Photo by Mike Schneider Collection)

Boyington’s Black Sheep VMF-214 began in 1943, so this is the reason for the 80th Anniversary. VMF-214 Swashbucklers was in existence before Boyington took over the squadron number with a new group of pilots. The Swashbucklers had been in combat operations and just lost their commanding officer, and while they were out on R&R, higher command decided they needed more squadrons in the fight, right about the time that Boyington was lobbying to get a squadron. So, on paper the command of VMF-214 was given to Boyington, he collected from the the replacement pool a nucleus of pilots and also added new pilots to start their “VMF-214, and they came up with a new moniker, the Black Sheep.

The U.S. Marine Corps’ Black Sheep squadron has served the nation continuously for 80 years. A new special edition magazine commemorates the milestone and their legacy.

“The WWII Black Sheep were among the most effective combat units and their achievements made them legendary,” said Kevin Gonzalez, the magazine’s creator. “An ace is a military aviator credited with downing five or more enemy aircraft during aerial combat, and there were nine Black Sheep pilots who became aces.”

Boyington – Black Sheep Leader is a special edition magazine that features historical articles, archival photographs, and original graphic novel art. A special art section includes a depiction of Pappy’s last dogfight, when he and his wingman Captain George Ashmun, were both shot down during a strike mission over Rabaul. Boyington survived the dogfight and was captured at sea by the crew of a Japanese submarine. He was never officially reported as a prisoner by the Japanese and was secretly held prisoner for 30 months. Eventually, he found his path to military aviation through an aviation cadet program, which then led to the Marine Corps Reserve in 1937 and flight training at Naval Air Station Pensacola.

Boyington was allowed to leave the Marines to join the American Volunteer Group, also known as the Flying Tigers, where he gained combat experience flying against the Japanese. After the U.S. entered WWII, he returned rejoin to the USMC. He wrote about his experiences in his best-selling book BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP, published in 1958, which later became the basis for a popular NBC television series for two seasons in the 1970s.

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Colonel Gregory Pappy Boyington died on Jan. 11, 1988, in Fresno, Calif., and was buried at Arlington National Cemetery. In 2007, the local airport added the commemorative name Coeur d’Alene Airport/Pappy Boyington Field. In 2019, Boyington was inducted into the National Aviation Hall of Fame.

The modern-day Black Sheep continues the squadron’s legacy. Marine Fighter Attack Squadron 214 (VMFA-214) is stationed at Marine Corps Air Station Yuma and flies the F-35 B Lightning II, the Marine Corps variant of the Joint Strike Fighter, manufactured by Lockheed Martin.

On March 25, 2022, the squadron was redesignated as Marine Fighter Attack Squadron 214 (VMFA-214) as it began accepting new F-35B Lightning II aircraft from the Lockheed Martin factory in Fort Worth, Texas

“Many of the graphic artists who contributed to this project are military veterans,” said Gonzalez. “It’s exciting to see their artwork on the pages of this magazine.”

Boyington – Black Sheep Leader is a special edition magazine from the creator of the Pappy Boyington Field documentary film. More information about Boyington at the website: PappyBoyingtonField.com

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hudson-whorenet · 8 months

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How do you think evolution exists in the Cars universe. Axelrod in 2 says they are using fossil fuels, so does that mean at one point there were single cell cars???

This is interesting! Fossil fuels like oil and coal are usually formed from plant matter and smaller organisms mostly, but for the sake of this ask I’ll focus on oil formation. We know that organic matter like plant life is commonplace in the cars world, and we also know that there where pre-historic dinosaur cars that later evolved into the cars we have now. These dinosaurs were made mostly of metal and rock so it isn’t crazy to imagine that their joints and other organs were organic matter than could be broken down into these fossil fuels over millions of years.

Seen here:

We can see they have tongues and that’s enough proof for me that they have other organic parts (also I love how their snouts are shaped like the main body of the car so you can see how they evolved and stuff that’s fun)

Anyway! Back to the main point of your question, what was the starting point in the evolutionary process? Did cars evolve from single celled organisms? Maybe! It would make sense, and this leads to my personal belief that in the first few eons on earth during the Precambrian era single celled organisms evolved to use things like metal and rock as an exoskeleton of sorts, and once they got further down the evolutionary line it just sort of became part of them.

This is all very loosely based lol because if you think about it for too long it starts to become increasingly difficult to explain lmao. But yeah this is the jist of what I think!

#pixar cars #cars fandom #cars 2006 #cars #lightning mcqueen #tow mater #ask the whorenet

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riemmetric · 10 months

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You were thinking about home | Original Fiction

Note: based on today’s prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial: sink or swim. It’s a sci-fi story because this were my mind is most days and it is slightly inspired by Jeff Vandermeer’s writing style in Dead Astronauts, because this is were my mind is these days. Written in one sitting.

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Your body is drifting with the current and your mind is drifting towards home. You thought that when you died, they would recover your body from whatever abyss you’ve last explored and ship it back to your mother. You haven’t talked to her in years and sometimes you wonder if she still loves you, but you have promised her she will get to bury you, she will get to grieve upon a grave. You feel the pressure of the alien ocean against your suit, and you think about offering yourself up as a sacrifice to appease the gods. You’ve broken into a pristine world and polluted it; the wreckage of your shuttle sinks to the seabed, trailing your fossil fuels, a gift from a past extinguished by a distant sun. You think about your mother and you open your eyes, although the world has lost all coordinates, and they aren’t much help. You think about Marina’s limp body, hanging by your belt, and you tilt your head, manifesting the direction of the sky. You check your oxygen levels, your thrusters and your locator, and shut down everything else. You’ve got time.

You read the controls from inside your helmet and make small adjustments to the thrusters. There aren’t any intelligent life forms on this planet, so time hasn’t been invented yet. You decide you like it that way. All non-essential systems of your suit are off, to conserve the energy, and the pain throbs in your shoulder unrestrained. You remember pulling Marina out of the wreckage of her shuttle, the effort that it took. You saw the warning light on her suit blink, a spark of life among a handful of dead helmets, and you thought about letting her die together with the people that she has led to their deaths. But then you thought about her mother; this empty grave would be on you, and you wrecked your shoulder pulling that wretch of a woman free. Your suits are now connected and you see the details of her life support systems inside your helmet. She’s unconscious, but she’s alive, a privilege no longer allowed to your comrades. You knew it was too dangerous and she wouldn’t listen. She pulled rank over you and now you’re pulling her body out of a tomb. You want to kill her, but you keep your thrusters on, because you hate her, but she’s human and this means something. You don’t know exactly what it means, but you decide not to think about it now. You have more important things to do.

Her body is heavy and every joint in your body hurts. You want to punch Marina in the face. You look at your feet and see nothing but darkness and you think about letting her go. You think about letting yourself go. You look into the depths and see your mother’s face. You keep the thrusters on.

There’s a patch of light above you, a break in the darkness. The sight shocks you like a current and you let go of the thrusters. The ballast of Marina’s body drags you down and you kick at the water, regaining your course. You see strands of light caressing your dirty suit and you think about the sun, the daylight that will meet you soon, the warmth. You swim towards the light and then you see it. The stain of bio-luminesce spreading around you like a disease. A mass of light emanating plankton, living its endless life, mindless. You swim through it and hit your head on the ceiling. You look up at the ice sheet and at first you don’t understand. Then you do and the horror explodes inside you like the broken engine of Marina’s shuttle. You scream inside your helmet and every cell of your body is warring with itself. You press your palms flat against the ice and try to push it open like the lid on a pressure cooker, you smash your fists against it, but it’s stupid, you’re stupid, you’re an idiot and this is now the end.

Everything hurts inside you. You want to kill Marina. You miss your mother. You want to see the sun again. You haven’t told enough people you love them. You are tired and you want to sleep. You want to die. You’ve always known this is how you’ll die. Don’t be a coward. The thruster controls are in your hand. You let go of them. You close your eyes. The ocean shields you like a warm blanket, embraces you like a lover. You will succumb to it and it will be the greatest love story ever told. You feel your arms drifting. Every bone in your body hurts. You want to cry but you’re too tired. You’ll cry on the other side, if you still remember too.

Your body is drifting with the current and your mind is drifting towards home. You think about your mother. You miss your mother. You want to talk to your mother. You open your eyes and read the information provided by the locator. It knows something you don’t know. It knows where the mother ship is. It knows where its mother is. You can’t wait to yell at Marina. You hold onto the controls, the shoulder screaming in its socket. Hush now. We’re going home.

#Flash Fiction Friday #flashfictionfriday #mine:writing #writeblr #writerblr #writers on tumblr #i've been in such a writing slump this month #but this image appeared in my head when i read the prompt and i just?? did it?? right away??#not gonna lie. i quite like the way it turned out

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fuck-you-official · 1 month

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fuck you dad. fuck you for everything. fuck you for ruining my life. fuck you for being such a good respectable man when we all knew who you were. especially me and you. the both of us know that that facade is faker than the love you pretended to have for both me and mom. you only cared about yourself, and when something bad did actually happen to you, when your mother died and you expected us all to coddle you. the rest of them might've cared, but I didn't. not after the trauma you gave me at such a young age, i couldn't even process it and whether it was a dream or if you knew i wouldn't be able to differentiate that memory if it was real or not. id say fuck you to my mom for never noticing, but i've forgiven her. unlike you, she had something to grow and change from. you could only abuse the ones you love and say nothing or even deny it. she accepted her mistakes and knew she did something wrong but we all know that even if you did that for once in your life, who would ever forgive someone, even less someone they were supposed to love and trust, for ruining me and defiling me, selling my body out just to get yourself kicking. god save my mothers gut-wrenched soul for the fact that you manipulated her into making her believe every slippery lie that fell off your tongue, every excuse that you came up for yourself, every pin and pointing finger you threw at me to blame me. i love my mother so dearly, the fact that you would get angry at her for your own faults and whine like a man baby when she called you out on it makes me want you to take a nice visit to the ninth circle of hell. the years its taken me (and still taking me) to recover from your abuse. i can't ask for help easily, i can't speak up about my interests or thoughts without thinking of how people might think, i can barely stand in the same room next to an older man around your age without wanting to cry or shutdown. my mom can't even bring a man shes been talking to into the house without me shutting myself away and wanting him to leave. i love reading, but god forbid i try to imagine the image of big, rough, course hands without thinking that they were yours. you made me begin to form insecurities at the age of 6. i thought i was so ugly and weird because thats what daddy told me. you sexualized me so much, i began to question whether that was normal for most families. i asked friends at school, essentially asking "hey guys, does your dad tell you you're chest is growing in so well already or is that just me" and they were fucking concerned, and i didn't know better so i thought they were just judgemental. i thought everyone wrestled with their dad and tickled eachother and even did a little gropin here and there, hell everyone knows that tradition! /s

it's been 3 years since i moved. im forgetting your face, but im also forgetting my stepbrothers faces too. they were the one thing i loved about living there, i miss them both, and the fact you ruined my life to where i can never see them again makes me realize how much of a selfish prick you are. i hope all the fat in your body doesn't add fuel for the flames of hell you'll burn in. I've far moved on from the chapter of my life that had you in it, but are you ever really able to move on from an imprinted image in your mind that haunts you occasionally, reminding you why you're like this, telling you that you're the reason for both the cause and effect of your trauma? not really. when court decides to get off their ass and actually plan the court date for your charges, I will be there. and I'll be the last, sweet image you see before your soap dropping, bitch boy days in a cell. and when you die, ill cremate you so i can roll you into a joint and smoke you.

sincerely, the kid you never bothered to respect.

p.s wait till you find out how nicely they treat child predators in jail.

#vent post #ask to tag

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witch-and-her-witcher · 2 years

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‘not wanting to let go’ hugs for the fam please 🥺

two ghosts | Yenralt, Ciri's POV, PG-13 only for swears, 1,700 Words

"Suck ... My ... Fat - Ah! Yes!"

Aggressive clacking of buttons fills the room. Paired with the intensely focused gazes of the two teens donned in headphones, bathed by the TV's glow in an otherwise dark bedroom, it's the most common scene for Friday nights in the off season.

"Ciri, left!"

Ciri pivots her player, but only in time to see the opposing shooter before her screen flashes. "Mother fucker!" The controller is tossed onto the soft bedding. It's only moments later that Dara becomes overwhelmed by the other team and joins her in equal dismay.

The duo pulls their headphones off.

"Well, that sucks," Dara laments.

Ciri rubs the back of her neck with one hand and pushes the other up to stretch her back. "I think we have another twenty before the next game starts." Her anger dissipates as quickly as it flares, realization of how long they've been playing in her stiff joints and empty stomach. "Wanna go down to the kitchen?"

Opening his mouth to answer, the other teen pauses. A dull plink plink catches both of their attention. Dara cocks his head to the side, Ciri scrunches her brow in concentration.

Plink. Plink plink.

"Is that coming from outside?" Ciri turns the TV off to cut out its light from the glare of her window and flops down on her stomach to peer out into the back yard.

Dara stretches out beside her, elbows pressing against each other's. "Oh, shit, is that - "

They see the dark clad figure just as he pushes back his hood, the shock of silver hair catching in the moonlight. A cupped hand releases whatever was held previously, and he squats to pick through the rocks that line the meticulously maintained garden path.

Ciri inhales sharpy.

"Is that - ?"

"My dad."

If Dara has to witness her dad's vodka fueled crooning's that lead to a night spent sleeping curled on the lawn furniture without a response from her mother, Ciri might die of embarrassment. Her dad straightens, no sway in his movements she notes, and his face is screwed up with determination with the next rock he hurls just next to her mother's bedroom window.

A resounding thunk echoes this time.

The response can be heard inside the house, teens peering over their shoulders as the door at the other end of the hall can be heard getting cast open. If Ciri thought the tone in the opening of the door was aimed at her, she would be diving for cover. As it is, her father knows what response he will elicit and has had decades of practice being the subject of her mother's ire.

There are no other sounds in the house - her mother always seems to float just above the surface of the ground, grace and elegance bundled up in the body of a middle-aged hippie. She doesn't look anywhere close to her age, claiming her homeopathic remedies are the cause - although, her dad used to shoot Ciri a knowing wink back before ...

Dara and Ciri turn their attention back out the window.

"I don't think I've seen your dad before," Dara says, assessing the tall, lithe man with currently only one of his many scars visible, the one that runs down the side of his face. "What did you say he does again?"

"Traveling salesman," Ciri lies easily.

"Are traveling salesmen always so ... jacked?"

Ciri shrugs. Her dad is standing, feet squared, face just as determined as earlier. Maybe the conversation they had leaving the gym the other day, when he joined her during her off season work out, stuck with him.

"Ciri, I think I fucked up."

"So? Fix it."

"I don't know if I can."

"Have you actually tried, dad? Really tried?"

They both knew the answer: the rest of the car ride home, or to her home rather, was silent.

When Ciri's mom had asked for a divorce nearly a year ago, her dad had taken off on a contract to a distant land without so much as cell reception, let alone the infrastructure to deliver divorce papers. Six months later, he returned: a sulking, brooding, occasionally drunkenly sobbing mess. Visiting him at Uncle Jaskier's was about the most depressing shit Ciri had seen, so obviously devastated by the split but frozen by his own stubbornness and inability to act in the ways that really mattered, for the people who really mattered.

Her mother is standing, arms crossed, storm of dark curls and youthful almond skin radiant in the moonlight. There's a distance between them that may seem inconsequential, but Ciri knows it's like a vast chasm. Equally tight-lipped, it's the little moments that Ciri has noticed the hollowness in her mother: the longing stares towards the empty spaces her father used to fill like his chair in the library, the forlorn sighs followed by hours with fingertips dug into the garden soil, and the prolonged times spent locked away in her bedroom.

"She's really letting him have it," Dara whispers, eyes darting to the side, "Are you okay?"

Ciri nods. "This is the most they've talked since she kicked him out." Her dad has remained in the same position, aside from the slight sag in his shoulders: worn down. Ciri knows it's not from the heated words, but from the lack of them for so long. Her parents have never been perfect, but they worked, they loved - when they had their heated arguments and got passed whatever issue hung between them. It was the lack of anything spoken between them, the lack of love, the months leading up to her mom kicking him out that did the most damage. Ciri had felt it, seen it, but distracted herself with school, sports, friends - anything else.

Anything that didn't remind her of the empty feeling house. Like living in a house with two ghosts, floating in the same space without any notion of the other.

Her mother's arms dropped to her side, no longer wildly gesticulating along with her words. Her dad takes a tentative step forward. Ciri chews her bottom lip. If they knew they were watching ... But that's what he gets for throwing rocks at the window like a teenager.

"I'm sorry."

The words are audible in his deep expression, the change in her posture like a coat of armor shed.

Another step forward, this one not as cautious.

He's close enough now that when her mother reaches out and slaps both open palms against his chest, he can pull her into him completely. Arms wrapped tight around her mother's small, wracking frame and head tucked safely under his chin.

Ciri gulps and spins away from the window on to her back. She didn't realize her heart was racing until now.

Dara whistles low in astonishment. "So ... Do you think ... ?"

The teen shakes her head, pressing the heel of her palms against her eyes. She doesn't want to get her hopes up. To have the house full again, her family full -

"Wanna kill some fucking zombies?" she asks, shooting up.

Dara smiles. "Hell yeah."

The teens stumble down the stairs to the kitchen in a barely awake stupor, stomachs growling and noses following the scent of breakfast.

Ciri squints, rubs her eyes, and squints harder.

A boyish grin is on her father's face where he sits beside her mother, elbows on the counter, head ducked but tilted towards her like there's something amusing about the way she gingerly sips from her mug of coffee.

"Good morning," her mother greets serenely.

Dara grunts his best polite response, drawn towards the freshly cooked sausage on the stove top and too familiar in the home not to help himself.

Ciri raises an eyebrow at her parents, hands resting on her hips. Like hell they're breezing over this.

As always, sixty percent of their words are unspoken between each other, but shared looks. A few moments pass and then her dad is filling his mouth with a fork full of food, staring contently at his daughter. A small smile and wiggle of his eyebrows as he chews, the give away.

"Your father will be visiting more often," her mom announces with finality.

"About damn time." Ciri lets her long legs carry her behind her thick-headed parents, wrapping both of her arms around their necks and pulling them closer to her. Her dad pretends to choke on his food from the hold, but both of them place a hand on the arm hooked around them.

Ciri was afraid this embrace wouldn't happen, both of them had drawn this out passed the point of dramatics. She doesn't want to let go again, ever.

As they've done since she was young, her parents turn to place simultaneous kisses on either of her cheeks while Ciri scrunches her nose in mock disgust. Her mother's perfume, the soft scratch of her father's stubble. Home.

"Dara, you'd better not think you can eat all of that while I'm distracted," Ciri shoots, cracking one eye open to glare at the boy trying to sneak the last of the sausage onto his plate. She gives them both one last squeeze before releasing her parents. "Although, I guess i can just steal some of yours - " Ciri snags a piece of toast from her dad's plate before he can swat her away and jumps just out of his reach.

"Geralt, you'll need to make more," her mother says with a slight eye roll, "They've been eating us out of house and home."

Us. Ciri's heart dances.

"What do you expect, Yen, they're teenagers. My brothers and I never stopped eating at their age."

Her mom snorts, a sound the walls of their house haven't heard in a while. "Just at their age?"

Ciri takes her dad's seat as he rises to return to the stove, purposefully leaving his half-eaten breakfast behind for her. It doesn't feel real yet, but she imagines with each visit it'll start to set in, until they aren't visits anymore and he's back with them completely.

Her dad ropes Dara into helping him cook, who looks even more bewildered standing beside the "traveling salesman" now that he's in a tight-fitting tee that reveals the rest of his musculature and work souvenirs. It's a terrible cover story, they really should think of something better.

Sighing happily, Ciri rests her head on her mother's arm. Yeah, it'll set in, but it doesn't need to be quickly.

--end--

Well. That took a life of its own, blame Harry Styles!

#touching ask meme #maureen asks #yenralt #witcher fan fic #modern au #my writing #ciri #dara #family ❤️

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sw5w · 5 months

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Anakin Takes Off

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:00:34

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Mos Espa #Mos Espa Grand Arena #Boonta Eve Classic #podrace #unidentified podrace mechanic #unidentified Kajain'sa'Nikto #C-3PO #Kitster Chanchani Banai #W. Wald #R2-D2 #leaking oil #high-torque knee joint #structural limb strut #foot plate #Kevdan Aerosystems hydro-glycolic fuel cell

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He slides a plate across the tile, until it rests against the bars. It's like pulling a finger through dust, the trail it leaves in debri and dirt. Does this place have rats, he wonders idly. nd the noise it had made.. Grating. It'd almost make him flinch. Upon the plate: persimmon cut into parts. He was not allowed to bring a knife down here, so he'd stood and cut the fruit right there at the gate, while the guards had watched. "I'm sure you don't know what day it is.." He murmurs, sitting back on his haunches and waiting to see if his gift will be accepted.

"Nonetheless.. Happy birthday.." [for prisoner verse !]

gin's birthday asks! open from sept. 9 - 16th.

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT DAY IT WAS, nor did Gin think it particularly mattered anymore -- he wasn't keeping track, his sentence was quite the lengthy one. But it was surprising nonetheless to see Izuru here, in the damp darkness of his cell's dim lighting. He recalled being warned about how sad this day made his previous lieutenant by the new captain of the Third, at least in a hazy memory of the brief meeting the year prior. So why was Izuru here, then, if his existence was such a pained thing? Better to forget about him, to move on, to let the traitorous Shinigami rot down here.

There were rats, and in his absent-minded boredom Gin had given them a few names by now, too. Silly ones. It kept his humor from dying off completely.

Gin didn't move at first, didn't acknowledge Izuru's presence whilst he kept to his far corner, slumped and coiled inwards to rest his chin upon a propped knee held close to his marred chest. An ankle braced with chains had enough slack to allow the prisoner to walk forward unhindered up until he reached the bars to his cage, but that was when the length of chains grew tense -- and he'd have to reach out to grasp at the tray placed down in offering. Gin remained where he was, glancing toward Izuru in the flickering lantern's light haloing behind him.

❝ What're you doin' down here? ❞ Offering ignored, for now, Gin turned his head properly to regard the other Shinigami, nearly enshrouded in darkness save for the glint of light dancing across dirtied strands of silver. A gleam, subtle, met the glint of azure of an opened eye. Gin shifted, moving to stand with a sluggishness that spoke of ache and weakness -- reiatsu smothered with seals and body neglected and underfed, he was slow to approach the bars with the jingling drag and scrape of metal chain links following his steps. His ankle was rubbed raw and bruised at the joint where the restraint remained fastened.

Gin dipped back down into a crouch, coming further into the light's touch and revealing a worsened appearance than before -- dark undereye circles akin to bruises against pale flesh given a sickly tinge, hair unkempt and with a portion dyed by dried blood by his left temple. The prisoner lowered himself fully into a seated position, cracking a weakened smile at the sliced up arrangement, fondness bittersweet.

❝ You shouldn't've. ❞ He let that brimming nostalgia fuel a more fitting smile to mask the hurt, grinning wider and finding it in him to keep that expression in place. His eyes slid away into hiding once more, head bowing down a touch.

His remaining hand reached out to slide between the bars, albeit barely able to go beyond the tray's position flush against them, to fetch a slice of persimmon prepared by Izuru. He brought it to his mouth -- and bit, the subsequent taste so sweet that Gin's body felt a rush of rejection from head to toe, gut churning. How potent that sensation, feeling sick to his stomach. But he ate regardless, each and every last slice, and he did not bother to even pretend to ask if Izuru wanted a piece, to indulge in that old back and forth of theirs, already knowing the answer would remain the same as it always did.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: prisoner ] the bars to his cage came from no craftsmanship but his own #gin's 2k23 birthday celebration #heyooo thanks for the ask i hope it haunts ya!#swebdrhnjfmk

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Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and his government have approved a deal for the release of some of the hostages held by Hamas, the Israeli government said in a statement. The decision, early Wednesday local time, came after Netanyahu convened his war cabinet to discuss the deal following recent progress in the negotiations.

"The Government of Israel is obligated to return home all of the hostages. Tonight, the Government has approved the outline of the first stage of achieving this goal, according to which at least 50 hostages — women and children — will be released over four days, during which a pause in the fighting will be held," the statement reads, adding, "The release of every additional ten hostages will result in one additional day in the pause." Hamas's leadership issued a statement on Telegram saying it agreed to the deal, which it called a "cease-fire from both parties."

The group also thanked Qatar and Egypt for assisting with the deal. According to a U.S. senior administration official, three Americans are expected to be among the 50 women and children released. The agreement is expected to be implemented 24 hours after it is finalized — which would be early Thursday morning, local time — the official said.Hamas wrote that the terms of the deal included the release of 50 Israeli women and children hostages in exchange for the release of 150 Palestinian women and children held in Israeli prisons. They said it also required a cessation of all air traffic over south Gaza, and air traffic over north Gaza for six hours a day, and that "hundreds of trucks carrying humanitarian, relief, medical and fuel aid" would be brought into all areas of the Gaza Strip "without exception, north and south."

According to the senior U.S. official, Qatar approached the U.S. and Israel to begin the talks on the release of hostages in Gaza, asking that a cell be established to work on the issue "very carefully, very secretly" given the "difficult process" of dealing with Hamas. The official added that Qatar "made clear from the beginning that the taking of hostages is totally outrageous and that these hostages need to be released unconditionally."Qatar formally announced Wednesday morning local time that a humanitarian pause had been agreed to, highlighting the success of its joint efforts with Egypt and the U.S. "The starting time of the pause will be announced within the next 24 hours and last for four days, subject to extension," the Qatari government said in a statement.

Qatar confirmed that the terms of the agreement included the release of multiple Palestinian women and children held in Israeli prisons, adding that "the number of those released will be increased in later stages of implementing the agreement."Qatar also said that the terms allow for the entry of a larger number of humanitarian convoys and for relief aid, including fuel designated for humanitarian needs, to be allowed into Gaza.

Netanyahu said Tuesday that President Biden had joined the effort to improve the outline of the deal. "In recent days, I have spoken with our friend, U.S. President Joe Biden, and I requested his intervention in order to improve the outline that will be presented to you," Netanyahu said in a statement before the government meeting. "Indeed, it has been improved to include more hostages and at a lower cost. These talks have been productive. President Biden joined in the effort and I thank him for it."

Netanyahu called the decision before his government "a difficult decision but it is the correct decision," adding that "the security of our forces will be ensured during the pause and that the intelligence effort will be maintained in those days." Mr. Biden said in a statement Tuesday night, "Jill and I have been keeping all those held hostage and their loved ones close to our hearts these many weeks, and I am extraordinarily gratified that some of these brave souls, who have endured weeks of captivity and an unspeakable ordeal, will be reunited with their families once this deal is fully implemented."

"Today's deal should bring home additional American hostages, and I will not stop until they are all released," Mr. Biden said. During the pause, aid will be allowed into Gaza, with 300 trucks per day carrying aid, including cooking oil for bakeries and fuel for hospitals, a source familiar told CBS News.

(click the link for more)

#israel #palestine #qatar #biden administration #joe biden #bibi netanyahu #hamas #egypt #politics #us politics

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The Restrict Act 2023

About the Restrict Act

There’s a lot of information/misinformation I’ve been seeing about the Restrict Act. I’ve stared at the damn bill for around thirty hours at this point, so I thought I’d give people a summary of what it’s actually doing as well as what it isn’t doing, to help you avoid misinformation.

Buckle in, folks, because this is going to be a long post. I know Tumblr is allergic to nuance, but hopefully you’ll be able to see both the good and the bad in this bill by the time I’m done, and be able to understand what’s actually going on. If you just want to see problems with the act, the last section is devoted to that.

tl;dr good in spirit because of the rising rate of infrastructure cyberattacks, but the letter of the law could use a little work to make sure that the government can't overstep

Why the Restrict Act?

Let’s start with the why. Why does the US government feel like this Act is necessary? The stated purpose is: “To authorize the Secretary of Commerce to review and prohibit certain transactions between persons in the United States and foreign adversaries, and for other purposes.” Which is a bunch of legalese, so I’ll give you some examples of things that are happening in the real world which the government wants more authority to look into.

The author of the bill, Sen. Warner, specifically cited Huawei and Kapersky as companies that were doing Suspicious Things, so we’ll look at those first.

Huawei: Huawei is a telecommunications company. The US, Australia, Canada, Sweden, UK, Lithuania, and Estonia have all taken various actions against Huawei over the last decade or so. In 2012, a malicious software update was installed on Huawei devices in Australia, attacking Australia’s telecommunications network. In 2021, a Washington Post review suggested that Huawei was involved in mass surveillance programs. In 2014, a Huawei engineer was caught hacking a cell phone tower in India

Kapersky: The UK, Lithuania, the Netherlands, the EU, Germany, and Italy have all taken action against Kapersky. This company produces antivirus software, and was accused of working on secret projects with Russia’s Federal Security Service, especially in the wake of Russian interference in the 2016 election. Allegedly, the company used the popular antivirus software to secretly scan for classified documents and other information, and allegedly stole NSA information.

In addition to these two companies, there have been tons of cyberattacks worldwide.

Half of the United States’ fuel supply was compromised due to a hack on Colonial Pipeline, shutting down fuel for some areas in the American southeast for days

A hacking group disrupted Iranian steel factories and even started a fire

Costa Rica had to declare a national emergency after government systems were hit, including systems for exports, pensions, taxes, welfare, and even Covid-19 testing.

A ransomware attack caused a major outage to emergency health services in the UK

The stated purpose of this act is to give the USA some kind of formal process to make decisions when something like this is suspected of happening, and when it’s caused by a “foreign adversary.”

What’s a foreign adversary?

A foreign adversary is a country that has engaged in a “long-term pattern or serious instances of conduct significantly adverse to the national security of the United States or security and safety of United States persons.”

The bill kindly provides us with a list of six countries that fit this description: China(including Hong Kong), Cuba, Iran, Korea, Russia, and Venezuela

The Secretary of Commerce can add/remove countries to this list at any time, as long as Congress is informed within 15 days of the reasoning behind that decision.

Once Congress is informed, Congress can disagree via joint resolution (So both Houses have to vote to disagree with the Secretary of Commerce’s decision). If Congress disagrees, there’s a whole complicated process for getting the label added/removed.

We’ll get into the ethics later, in the Genuine Problems section.

For the rest of this post, I’ll be saying Scary Countries instead of foreign adversaries, so that it’s easier for people to understand.

What is the United States allowed to investigate using this Act?

So first we’re going to define some things, because the Act is very specific about what the United States can investigate.

The bill defines something called a “covered transaction,” which is basically a financial or technological action taken by a Scary Country or on behalf of a Scary Country. For the rest of this post, I’ll be saying Scary Action instead of covered transaction.

The bill also defines something called a “covered holding,” which is essentially any group that is partially or fully owned by a Scary Country, on behalf of a Scary Country, or that falls under a Scary Country’s jurisdiction, even with degrees of separation. The group has to affect either 1+ million Americans or has to have sold 1+ million units of a tech product to Americans. This group is usually a company, but it can be other things, too. For the rest of this post, I’ll be saying Scary & Important Group instead of covered holding.

The Secretary of Commerce is allowed to find/investigate/stop any Scary Action or Scary & Important Group that wants to do one of the following:

sabotage information and communications tech in the US

damage critical infrastructure or the digital economy of the US

interfere with a Federal election

undermine democratic processes

Pose any other unacceptable risk to the USA.

This is a list of Really Bad Things, so from now on I’m going to call it the List of Really Bad Things.

If it’s a Scary & Important Group instead of a Scary Action, the Secretary will refer the information to the President, who will then decide what to do to stop the threat. Otherwise, if it’s just a Scary Action, the Secretary has the authority to stop it.

If the Secretary finds out that something Scary is going on and that it falls under the List of Really Bad Things, the Secretary is REQUIRED to publish information in a DECLASSIFIED form about why they thought there was a threat and what was done to stop it, as long as none of the information is already classified. (This is a good thing!)

Process

First, the Secretary is given authority to find and investigate Scary Actions and Scary & Important Groups. The Secretary is also allowed to delegate this to Federal officials. Something key here is that the bill says that Federal officials can only have investigative powers that are “conferred upon them by any other Federal law.” They don’t get any extra powers. Anyone who tells you otherwise is panicking too hard to properly read the bill.

So what happens if, in the course of investigation, the Secretary finds out that a Scary Action or Scary & Important Group is trying to do a Really Bad Thing? Simple. The Attorney General will bring the case to an “appropriate district court.” The max fine for a civil penalty for an individual here is $250,000. For a criminal penalty for an individual, the max fine is $1 million and/or 20 years in prison, as well as giving up any of the things they used to do Really Bad Stuff with.

If someone is found guilty, they can appeal that decision, but only to the District of Columbia Circuit. Note that this is only for appeals! Otherwise, everything will be through the normal federal district courts.

If the appeal fails, too, the US will file all of the information that they used to make any big decisions with the court, and will give the defendant all of the information that is not classified, so that the defendant can ask for a full review.

Once the United States has stopped a Scary Action or a Scary & Important Group from doing Really Bad Things, it’s illegal to go around/against any of the actions that US has taken to do that.

Specifically, the bill says that “no person may cause or aid, abet, counsel, command, induce, procure, permit, or approve the doing of any act prohibited by, or the omission of any act required by any regulation, order, direction, mitigation measure, prohibition, or other authorization or directive issued under, this Act.”

Yes, this is legitimately scary. We’ll get into the ethics later, in the Genuine Problems section.

Myths

The bill gives the USA power to ban VPNs!

No. Unless the VPN company is trying to do one of the Really Bad Things under the instruction of a Scary Country or is suspected of doing one of the Really Bad Things, the VPN company will be fine.

The bill gives the USA power to investigate way more than they could before!

No. “In conducting investigations described in paragraph (1), designated officers or employees of Federal agencies described that paragraph may, to the extent necessary or appropriate to enforce this Act, exercise such authority as is conferred upon them by any other Federal law, subject to policies and procedures approved by the Attorney General” (emphasis mine).

Important here is “exercise such authority as is conferred upon them by any other Federal law” — this act is not giving them additional leeway. Really, the USA is making use of the lack of privacy that’s already baked into law in order to investigate.

If TikTok is banned and I use a VPN to access it, I could go to jail for 20 years!

Possible but severely unlikely, at least according to this law. Let’s go through some scenarios:

Scenario 1: The USA takes TikTok to court. In the decision, the USA says the TikTok app is no longer allowed to be on any app store. In this case, using a VPN to access TikTok would still be allowed, since the ban is for TikTok’s actions, not US citizens’ actions.

Scenario 2: The USA takes TikTok to court. In the decision, the USA says that TikTok is required to have some kind of filter banning US IP addresses. In this case, using a VPN to access TikTok would still be allowed, since the ban is for TikTok’s actions, not US citizens’ actions.

Scenario 3: The USA enacts a law forbidding citizens from accessing TikTok. This is unlikely, since the USA would have to have an entirely separate non-court procedure to do this, which is only kind of in the scope of the law. I guess it’s possible, but it’s skating on thin ice. In this case, using a VPN to access TikTok would be a crime. 4. If you’re charged, you have to go to the DC Circuit Court and not any of the other courts!

Actually, you’d first be charged under an ordinary district court in your state. If you decide to appeal, however, then you have to appeal to DC.

Genuine Problems

Adding a Scary Country to the list seems really easy. There’s nothing to stop the government from adding every single country to the list and then investigating every single action. Granted, it’s highly unlikely that this would happen, simply because then the amount of information would be difficult to go through, but it’s possible.

In the list of Really Bad Things, there’s an additional list item saying “otherwise poses an undue or unacceptable risk to the national security of the United States or the safety of United States persons.” Who determines that?

The definition of a Scary Action is ridiculously broad. It covers any financial or technology-related action. That could refer to a lot of different things.

While the bill is clearly intended only to prosecute people doing Really Bad Things, the wording is kind of vague in some places, and could be used to prosecute others, too.

Specifically, I’m thinking about this clause:

“no person may cause or aid, abet, counsel, command, induce, procure, permit, or approve the doing of any act prohibited by, or the omission of any act required by any regulation, order, direction, mitigation measure, prohibition, or other authorization or directive issued under, this Act”

Yeah this could definitely be used for overreach. It’s far too broad. If there was an infrastructure attack on the USA that affected the police dept, and an ACAB armchair activist tweeted “haha karma” would that count as grounds for prosecution? I have a genuine problem with this clause. The loopholes here are ridiculously large.

Overall, it seems as though this bill is aimed at large companies rather than citizens, but there are definitely loopholes for the government to exploit.

#restrict act #tiktok ban #long post

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Zane’s Original Body: Physical Structure

[Rundown Masterlist]

Framework:

Zane has joints that are fairly similar to the ones humans have, his body moving and bending in much the same way. His framework mimics human bones; however, he does tend to be more flexible.

He has ribs to protect his power source, a spine where his sensors meet, and again, similar ‘bone’ structures that are made of metal in very similar positions to the ones humans have.

Synthetic skin:

Zane’s synthetic skin is made of silicone, which is actually what is used in a lot of human implants and can already in real life be made pretty close to indistinguishable from human skin, all the way down to having a similar texture. The main issue is that in real life, said skin would not possess any body hair, be able to bruise, or turn red when cold or embarrassed or flustered.

This would be true for Zane, too, but since Dr. Julien went all in, every small piece of synthetic hair was painstakingly added for the most amount of realism possible, the touch sensors trigger a system that changes the color based off of intensity and pain levels and remain sensitive, and the sense of temperate similarly changes the color. This is all because Dr. J is autistic and absolutely hyperfixated on every single detail of this boi to the point of near ridiculousness. I also would not be surprised if Dr. J had a special interest in robotics and/or androids.

Organization:

The CPU and computer processing information goes in his skull where the brain goes, because that’s the brain and the brain goes in the brain spot.

There is a fan in his head at the back of his ‘skull’, a dual set in his chest where human lungs would be, and one at the base and center of each limb.

His fuel cell (the part of him that processes food) goes roughly where the stomach is on a human.

His sensors throughout his body all come meet at his spinal area, much like human nerves do, and from there travel up to his head and processors to be shared with the rest of his mind there.

His wires are bundled in a good cable management system, but to prevent things from being too clunky and limiting his mobility, they are mostly in smaller clusters, typically in clusters the size of human veins, even if they don’t always connect in the same places.

The exception to this is his liquid cooling system, which is a fair bit thicker than that, so its placement takes priority.

The liquid cooling system’s placement is particularly important; it has to reach all of the most heated areas effectively while still not inhibiting any movement. It has to reach his head, his chest, his stomach, and through all of his limbs. It would technically logically belong in a single closed system, but if done that way, any damage to it at any part of his body could lead to his death. Due to this, there’s a separate tube for each area; one for his head, one for his chest, one for his lower torso, and one for each limb. This minimizes his chance of death at a simple injury, which is a very good thing.

#zane julien #zane julien original body rundown

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