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LESS THAN AN HOUR AGO: our comrades at mit have launched a website for their scientists against genocide encampment!
#free palestine#end aid to israel#current events#palestine genocide#let gaza live#west bank under attack#save palestine#bds movement#campus protests#end the occupation#end the genocide#mit#massachusetts institute of technology#gaza solidarity encampment#scientists against genocide encampment#scientists against genocide#students for justice in palestine#cambridge ma#boycott divest sanction#from the river to the sea#free palestine in our lifetime#no one is free until we are all free
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#MIT#palestinian protest#scientists against genocide#basic human rights#palestine#gaza#i stand with palestine 🇵🇸#free palestine 🇵🇸#free gaza#free palestine#gaza strip#palestine resources#gazaunderattack#israel is a terrorist state#israel is committing genocide#Instagram
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while a good portion of liberal people are mainly focused on fighting over semantics and like...symbolic wins a lot of right wing groups are systematically and quietly getting poc fired from positions of power and rolling back diversity & inclusion efforts in higher ed and business btw
#people who got hired as D&I leads in 2020 with those 200k salaries they were bragging about on twit are getting quietly laid off#and a lot of black people who have been vocal about current events are getting put on secret blacklists too#we finna go back to like....2007 levels of treachery#i work at a science organization and lot of scientists are basically protesting any effort to promote diversity#real nasty work!
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how are you so burnt when you're barely on fire?
The Eleventh Hour | Amy's Choice | The Pandorica Opens
#amy pond#doctor who#amy pond 🌻#dw the most show ever#have 0 energy to elaborate on this because i need SLEEP but here it is anyway lmao#mine 🧫#amy's choice the episode that you are#-> episode that gives me nightmares. HER FRIENDS CALL HER ALASKA. or smth. it's not important#Hard-Hearted Barbara Allen :(#she LOVES THE WORLD!!!!! we're punishing her for that? nice.#she is the in-between space...#like space-time!!!!! she is non-linear!!!!! non-narrative!!!!!!!#11 i thought you were a scientist :/// she's like space-time... like the tardis... why don't you get it...#otp: amy + the tardis#because this is about that too. hence blue + orange.#(burning cold!)#I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M SAYING BUT!!!!! the second picture is (on one hand) about cinematography being cruel to her#she is cold! oh how dare she torture these good men! (throwing up.)#but on the other hand... it's the tardis showing her sympathy... if you're blue let me share your sadness... tardis blue...#AND AS SOON AS AMY'S GONE! THE TARDIS PROTESTS!!!!! no blue no orange no one to complement#not to be insane on main (you're used to it) but the REAL love story of 11's era is amy + tardis. you wouldn't get it#NEITHER of them makes sense. 'bigger on the inside?????' + 'the girl who didn't make sense' @dr. you have a type. (how could he resist hm)
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@whumpmasinjuly 2023, 16. Create a whump meme!! Its a stamp I made a while back that I still cackle when ever I see it.
#This is my favourite stamp ive ever made from a news article from Covid protests#wij23day16#whump meme#science core#mad scientists#whumpmasinjuly#whumpmasinjuly2023#lab whump#laugh rule#just picture a lab rat holding this sign up#i know more than the scietists#breezy’s post#stamp
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Ants are a form of thing, known for travelling in cliques. They are small in size, unknown in color, and bashful in temperament. Every ant has two appendages they use to hurt other beings, and four appendages for other activities. Scientists have discovered many types of ants; gay, Protestant, electric, and chill. Their wealth is considered low.
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The website for all of the bomb factories being listed in this video below:
The engineers, rocket scientists, metalworkers working there would've been building better subjects if they weren't hired into making BOMBS FOR ISRAEL TO KILL INNOCENT PALESTINIANS. Some of these factories listed there can be a part of normal everyday things and those kinds of people have jobs , but there are offices and factories across every state that are from weapon companies, great people that are in the aforementioned topics above shouldn't be working with a company that makes WEAPONS. Go find and boycott the factories that are making the bombs for Israel, not the ones that are making other things aside from bombing.
A quote from this video:
"The people who are protesting weapons factories aren't against people having jobs or feeding families. They are against a system which forces people to make weapons in order to feed their families."
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'Willie' Higinbotham, a thirty-four-year-old electronics specialist – the son of a Protestant clergyman and soon afterwards prominent among those atomic scientists who felt politically and morally responsible for their work – wrote from Los Alamos to his mother:
I am not a bit proud of the job we have done . . . the only reason for doing it was to beat the rest of the world to a draw . . . perhaps this is so devastating that man will be forced to be peaceful. The alternative to peace is now unthinkable. But unfortunately there will always be some who don't think. ... I think I now know the meaning of 'mixed emotions'. I am afraid that Gandhi is the only real disciple of Christ at present . . . anyway it is over for now and God give us strength in the future. Love, Will.
"Brighter than a Thousand Suns: A Personal History of the Atomic Scientists" - Robert Jungk, translated by James Cleugh
#book quotes#brighter than a thousand suns#robert jungk#james cleugh#nonfiction#william higinbotham#electronics specialist#protestant#clergyman#atomic scientists#politically responsible#morally responsible#los alamos#letter#writing home#mixed emotions#mahatma gandhi
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i don't know about this "let's build a wall" thing like. where's the sexiness? the vibes? what's the point of war if we don't even have hot people in big fuckass robots anymore
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there are so many legitimate, important reasons to protest the wall of life, but whatever it takes i guess. sure. it's not fuckable enough
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happy kaiju blue monday!!
#happy kaiju blue monday
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🦅 ppdc-confessions
Anonymous asked:
I'm a janitor at the HK shatterdome and certain two german scientists should either fuck or finally kill each other at this point, I don't care. They're always in the lab no matter the time of day so I can't avoid them and so they try to get me (the janitor) to choose sides in their domestics!! I refuse to step in that lab again and involve myself in whatever the fuck they've got going on. They'll just have to clean that shit themselves
#this is the third confession about these scientists this week are you guys okay
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are we forgetting that PPDC is literally military like you people are not immune to propaganda
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You are right. The kaiju are here to bring us to justice, there's no sense in fighting them. If you also feel like this, you can find out more on my blog ❤
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SILENCE, CULTIST
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what if we kissed in the drift 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳
#ok but for real what do you mean i have to go get into the MILITARY to become a JAEGER PILOT if i want to find my SOULMATE this is so fucked up #release the tech #for the gays
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"This wasn’t the first-ever protest at AGU, which has welcomed climate action in the past. But it was the first time a scientist has been fired as a result of participating in a protest at the conference."
“Our science is showing that the planet is dying. It’s terrifying. Everything is at risk,” said Kalmus from the stage, trying to be heard. “As scientists, we have tremendous leverage, but we need to use it. We can wake everybody up.”
“Please, please, please find a way to take action,” said Abramoff, before a woman approached the stage and pulled the banner out of her hands. Abramoff and Kalmus were then escorted from the stage by AGU staff.
#Climate Protest#Climate Change#Climate Activism#Punishing Scientists for Speaking Out#Action On Climate Change#Speaking Out On Climate Change#Protesting Climate Change Inaction#AGU22#American Geophysical Union#Everything Is At Risk
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The rectification of the world continued at a jolly pace. Biblical law established, humanity entered an era of unmatched happiness and prosperity. The earth was green, the cathedral roofs were high, and man sailed the stars, crucifix in hand.
Humanity decided they didn't need god anymore. His works were going swimmingly, so they all got together to give the old boy some rest. The vault of the firmament was cracked, and the armies of heaven were gunned down as they surged from the breach. The maw of hell gaped open to swallow the world, and was promptly fed a moons worth of nuclear payloads. Christ returned to earth one last time, just to flip humanity the bird and blow his brains out in protest.
With heaven silent, and hell glassed, reality collapsed in on itself. The nature of the work changed. See, now you could actually turn the world into an eternal paradise, but because of how Christ offed himself, you could only do it via suicide by firearm.
The priest-scientists of the new world got cracking. The wheel of souls was broken. Soon enough, just blowing your brains out wouldnt cut it. You had to take down some poor sucker first. Life for a life. That was easy. Problem was, the returns kept diminishing, and people kept getting reincarnated! Nowadays, the average Joe has to kill more than four hundred and thirty four people with an automatic weapon before he can eat the bullet himself.
So congrats on your confirmation! Welcome to the clergy.
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Imagine being a Ukrainian chemistry student in 2009, and tragically killing yourself after you mistake a chemical you were working with for the citric acid you dip your gum into. Your whole bright life ahead of you, cut short by an honest mistake.
And then some Americans make your death into a tv episode and they turn you into a drug dealer with a week-old piece of gum. And they did this to "protect your identity."
#imagine being two brilliant scientists - one of whom personally did the literal math to confirm none of his coworkers would die#and then some people make your deaths into a tv episode and the characters inspired by you are bumbling terrorists#im surprised there was no major protest against 1000 ways to die afaik
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i love connecting my class (forensic science) to my interests. it makes it much more fun/interesting imo, although, it was already very fun to me.
#jonathan crane is a forensic psychiatrist in batman begins#and edward nygma is a forensic scientist in gotham#idk wut kind yet#maybe a pathologist?#but he isnt really supposed to do the autopsies in the show#as everyone in the show protests when he tries#so idk#he probably has a degree for digital forensics and/or pathology tho
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Winter’s Girl
18+ Minors DNI
(I do not own any photos, credits to original owners)
Could you imagine being a scientist on the winter soldier program, your task is to make sure he’s at 100% before every mission. This time though, when you enter his holding cell he’s nowhere to be found.
Note: I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS; thank you guys so much I love you all xxxx
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader
Warnings: Translated Russian because I’m stupid and know one language, Jealous Soldat, use of the word Puppy/Pup as a petname, a lil Biting, Hair pulling, Spanking, Spitting, The Winter Soldier (he’s a warning), Creampie, He’s a little sweet at the end but there isn’t much aftercare— as always if I’ve missed anymore let me know!
Word Count: 1.2k (of porn with no plot)
You gaze flicks around the room, a little panic stricken but who wouldn’t be when a 6ft something assassin had seemingly disappeared from his cell.
The fear bubbling in your belly only triples when you face the long broken mirror that sat just above the sink, behind you his cerulean gaze was undeniable. His hands reach out, the cool metal one wrapping itself around the bottom of your face, muffling any protests, while the other gripped your hip with bruising fingers and pushed you forward till your pubis and upper thighs knocked against the sink.
Your hands fall on instinct to the cold metal as your fingers grip at the surface, when you flick your gaze up to the mirror you can see that what swims in his own orbs isn’t anger or the usual killer instinct, no— the Winter soldier looks at you with lust.
“красотка” (pretty) He whispers hoarsely against your neck, hot pants of air from his mouth coating your throat like paint. His teeth nip right at your pulse point before his warm tongue smooths over the mark.
When you jerk, his grip tightens, “don’t move” He stares at you pointedly through the mirror before both his hands retreat from your frame.
You vaguely register the soft sound of fabric hitting the cold floor before he swipes your own clothes from your body, the harsh air was harsh; it almost felt like dipping your body into a bath filled with ice.
He groans, loud and throaty as his eyes bore into your ass and panties. Despite the cool atmosphere of the cell you feel everywhere burning with a primal want. You wanted this, you had since the first time you worked with the Soldier. He smelled the way you slicked up at the sight of him in nothing but his briefs, blood dripping from his nose, a musky scent radiating from him that had you desperately soaked. He wanted this too, he needed the release and the best kind of toy was one that was willing.
You felt his fat tip press against your hole, pushing in and out softly over the thin lace before it slipped to stimulate your hard little nub. The strong grip on your hip was back, anchoring your feet in their exact spot.
“You need this?” He kissed sloppily up your spine, It sounded more like a statement than a question but you nodded all the same.
He worked quick after your confirmation. Your panties were pulled to the floor by their soaked gusset and two of his chubby metal fingers speared you, pulling a delightful sounded moan that the Soldier was desperate to hear more of.
They worked methodically, pushing in and curling out, your legs shook at every time the cool pads bumped over each pleasure filled rib.
Once he deemed you ready enough, his fingers slipped from your tight hole to jerk at his thick length, coating himself in your essence. He so desperately wanted to taste you but his cock was crying out for attention, he’d get his fill next time.
“F-fuck” you moaned loudly as he pushed in, all semblance of decency thrown out the window at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you, there was a burn from ill prep but with the size of him you weren’t sure there would be a way to prep. You were thankful that he let up for just a bit so your insides could mould to accommodate him.
When he started thrusting his pace was brutal, his meaty thighs slapping against your own, the sound mixing with the squelching push and pull of his cock along your fluttering folds. You’d thank his super soldier serum later for his constant pounding pace but right now you could think of nothing but him.
“Bucky!” you squealed as his cool digits flicked meticulously across your sensitive clit, your fingernails scraped mindlessly at the shiny plates of his forearm. He growled possessively at the slip of the name, his right hand fisting clumps of your hair to angle your head up to watch you both in the mirror.
“Does Bucky fuck you like this? Mm?” Jealousy dripped from his words as his metal hand smacked your rear hard before gripping the reddened flesh to cool the area.
You couldn’t think, you watched as your thighs jumped at each pound of his hips, the way your mouth had sat slack ever since he shoved his length into you, drool poured from your lips but you didn’t care— you couldn’t care— not with how cock drunk you were.
He smacked your ass again, this time when he gripped the flesh he pulled your cheek to the side, parting your ass before launching a fat glob of spit that ran from your tight little asshole to the spot where you two joined.
“I asked you a fucking question!” He pushed forward, teeth finding the lobe of your ear and biting down, the action pulling a squeaked moan from your swollen mouth.
“No-no he can’t, he can’t… please Soldier I’m so close” You wailed, one of your own hands travelling down to play with your neglected clit. The soft touch of your fingers had you jerking back to meet him.
“Mmm, Отчаянный щенок (desperate puppy)… you cum when I say you can” he was panting now, hips hammering into you at a slightly sloppier pace; It wouldn’t be long until he found his own release as well.
He moaned loudly, he had no control over his own body now, driven only by decades of primal unsatisfied lust. He thrust harder if it were possible, his wild blue eyes glaring at your fucked out face through the cracks in the mirror.
“You ready pup?” he asked between loud groans.
“Mmm, so ready солдат (soldier)” you slurred, your head hung loosely between your shoulders when his hand slipped down your spine, you’d lost all energy to hold it up ages ago— you’d been relying solely on the tight grip he had on your hair.
“Augh, shit” he growled almost animalistic through clenched teeth, his damp forehead settling on the silky skin stretched over your shoulder blades. He thrust deeply one last time.
“Cum angel…cum…cum on me” the words fell from his mouth along with slurs of broken Russian as he painted your walls white, his cock twitched against your vice grip as you silently screamed at your own release.
You hadn’t the faintest clue how long you two basked in the after glow of whatever you had just done, your mind only coming back to you when you felt his softening length pull from your aching heat. The feeling of your mixed juices slipping from your hole had you almost coming for a second time, especially when you felt his cold fingers drag up the mess it made in your thigh before he pushed it back into your core.
His arms lifted you up with him as he backed up until he sat on a rickety cot in the corner of the room. You had no idea if it would hold both your weights but it was the last thought to cross your mind when his thick arms wrapped around your waist, his flesh fingers rubbing soothing circles over your hip bone. He kissed you, tenderly, before flopping his head onto the almost flat pillow.
You were almost asleep when you heard the deep rumble of his voice behind you. “Who the hell is Bucky?”
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I have an insatiable appetite for jealous Bucky.
I also desperately needed to write something for the world’s favourite Soldat because I would not sleep peacefully tonight thinking of this and not sharing.
Hope you enjoyed x
#bucky smut#bucky barnes#bucky x female reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky#bucky x reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky fanfic#marvel#bucky barnes x reader#mcu bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine#winter solider x reader#the winter soldier#winter soldier#james barnes#james buchanan barnes#winter soldier smut
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Mentions of being drunk.
Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who showed up at your work in the morning with your bagel and coffee like he did every time when you had Gabriella for the week. Knowing how you hadn’t eaten anything, waving off your concern about him going out of his way to bring it to you.
Baby daddy!Miguel who, despite knowing he will probably be late to work due to traffic this morning being abysmal, he still lingered around your work desk after dropping off your food. Not-so subtly hinting about talking about what happened during the weekend. Shooting him a glare to shush because you know how nosy your coworkers can be.
Baby daddy!Miguel who finally leaves for work, but not before you agree to discuss the unignorable conversation, later on of course, away from the ears of your coworkers and definitely not around the nosy girl that was your daughter.
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Once the elevator doors closed behind him, you haven’t even gotten a chance to blink, let alone gather your bearings before your coworkers started up.
“Who was thaaaat?”
“Her ex-husband.”
“No, they never got married, remember? That’s her baby daddy.”
“Giiiirl, a man like him? One can dream.”
“I know right? Those muscles put my husband to shame, and he’s a firefighter. Why does a scientist need to be that jacked anyways.”
“Okay are you guys done ogling at my ex?” You finally spoke up, irrational so apparent that it made the other three girls quiet down almost immediately. You couldn’t help but feel your chest burning a bit as you took a bite of your bagel.
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Baby mommy!Reader who finally got to clock out after a long day of work. One foot already out the door once the clock struck 5pm so she could go pick up Gabriella from after school soccer practice.
Baby mommy!Reader who listened to her daughter rambling about her day at school and practice, telling her all the juicy middle school gossip she learned on her first day while the two sat in the afternoon traffic.
Baby mommy!Reader who felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up when she turned the corner into her hallway and saw her ex sitting in front of her front door. Clearly not sober.
No, not Miguel, the other ex.
Baby mommy!Reader who hurriedly guided her daughter back towards where she came off the elevator, thankfully he didn’t see either of them turn the corner. Ignoring Gabi’s voice questioning why she turned away once she saw Henry, rather than walk up to him and greet him with a hug and a peck on the lips like Gabi had grown used to.
Baby mommy!Reader who assured her little girl that she’ll explain later. Before pulling out her phone, and opening up the messages app.
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Miguel. -You
?? -Miguel
can you do me a favor? -You
What’s the favor? -Miguel
Henry is camping outside of my front door and me and Gabriella can’t go inside without facing him. He looks drunk. -You
I’ll be there in 20, stay in the lobby. -Miguel
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Ten minutes later, Miguel came marching through the front door of the apartment building. Letting his scowl fade away so as to not let his daughter catch it. She didn’t need to know what he was about to do to Henry.
“Hey honey,” he scooped down to give Gabriella a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before standing up straight to look at you. Pulling you into a hug as well so he can whisper his next words. “He didn’t touch either of you, did he?” You quickly shook your head no.
“Didn’t even see us.” You whispered back.
“Good.” He finally let his arm leave the small of your back, leaving the cold air to hit your back once more. “ Gabriella, you and mom are gonna go down to that nail salon down the street, and get some manicures and pedicures. We’ll explain everything when you get back.” He explained calmly, too calmly, as he reached for his wallet and pulled out a few twentys from it, handing it to you. You didn’t even get a chance to protest the action because he started to gently push you both back out of the complex building.
Now I can deal with this stupid rat once and for all.
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Not proofread.
Word count: 700
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Ever since Penguin had found that street rat and offered him a job his life had been on easy street.
The young man had been wearing a bandana over the bottom half of his face while cleaning the floors of one of his establishments when the bats came crashing in through a skylight, showering both of them in glass.
The fight began quickly after that, the man in his confusion threw one of the bats away from him, which turned out to be a mistake. They now saw him as a goon and began attacking him too.
Panicking, Danny didn't want to lose his job. He didn't want to go back to living on the streets...so he made a decision. He used his intangibility to run through one of the bats and grabbed penguin who was already handcuffed and subdued.
Then they were gone.
The bats checked their thermals, checked for energy readings, everything, but the two were gone.
Penguins new goon was a meta who could teleport. Worse. He may have just become the Penguins private bodyguard.
They were right of course. Penguin took care of his own and Danny adored being cared for. Cobblepot gave him whatever he wanted and the ghost felt he was in to deep to tell his boss no when it came to most jobs. He always did have a problem with giving his loyalty to people who didn't deserve it. His own parents were a testament to that...to think his death hadn't actually been an accident...
This continues with the bats trying to stop Penguins plots and trying to find a way to stop or investigate this new meta and coming up with nothing cause "Ghost" isn't even from thier multiverse.
This all changes though when Catwoman informs them that Phantom has a massive crush on Red Hood.
Everyone looks to Jason who refuses to play around with some guys heart. He's done a lot of messed up things but hes not that scummy. The others protest saying that's not what they wanted and Hood does eventually agree to meeting with the guy and is caught off guard by how excited the guy is to meet him.
He treats him like an actual hero. He insists that he is one. Danny then drops some of his own tragic backstory about his insane mad scientists parents who experimented on him and his sister thier whole lives with this green glowing death water and how it didn't do much until they murdered him and led him to believe it was an accident.
They thought he survived.
He didn't. Its one of the things he liked about Red Hood. He wasn't actually revived either.
Jason demanded to know what he meant, but Danny only responded, "You're one of us." Before vanishing again.
Jason is more than a little freaked out.
#fanfiction prompts#prompts#dp x dc#jason todd#red hood#robin iii#danny fenton#danny phantom#dead on main#maybe#the bats aren't having a good time#danny keeps flirting with the red hood after this and dropping little tidbits of info about the Lazarus Pits and the Infinite Realms#penguin IS having a good time and is on a crime spree#batman
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