Where are the fic where the super-slick super-spy is thwarted by their seduction target’s complete lack of self-esteem and inability to believe for one second that someone that hot wants to fuck them?
….
I don’t know if I need to read this or I need to write this, but I need this.
This desperately needs to be a thing.
OOoh, how about the complete lack of self-esteem and disbelief is married with cynicism…that there’s no way that this person wants to fuck them, they must want something,
And that’s when the spy takes it as a personal challenge. He can hear the suppressed laugher in his handler’s voice. They’ve never failed like this.It is ON.
I love this addition
This was longer than I meant it to be, but once I started writing I got caught up:
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His suit was less expensive than he was used to – he was
playing an attorney here, not a jet-setting billionaire or dashing playboy –
but the game was the same as it always was. Approach the target, charm them
into letting their guard down, then talk his way into their home to get access
to, in this case, computer files. He didn’t even have to feel guilty about this
one – either she was manipulating phone software for terrorists, in which case
she deserved everything she got, or she was being used by someone who was
manipulating phone software for terrorists. In which case, he was saving her.
She was just the type who could use a little saving, too.
Eating lunch in a mall food court, hunched over a tablet while she ate sesame
chicken one-handed without looking. Hair pulled back in the most practical
hairstyle possible, he was sure their interaction would be the most exciting
part of her week.
Shifting his grip on his briefcase, he sauntered over to her
table. “Pardon me for being rude, but I saw you sitting over here and I—“
I hope you continue it but even if you don’t it’s still more than I was expecting and it’s awesome and you should be very proud!
You’re very welcome. Have some more;
After a few seconds, he realized the muffled noise he could
hear over his comm sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Shut up,” he muttered, voice low enough that
casual passers-by wouldn’t be able to overhear.
Naturally, D did exactly the opposite and stopped muffling
the laughter entirely, letting it boom over the comm loud enough to make him
wince. “You know I’m saving the audio forever, right?” D managed, laughing so
hard she was wheezing. “I’m going to insist we start an agency Christmas party,
just so I can play it for everyone and we can all laugh at you together.”
First I want to say that I’m not trying to talk over nor silence anyone who has issues with Hunk’s enjoyment of food in Voltron. Your feelings are always valid. However, I do want to offer another perspective on the matter that I don’t think many of you have the experience of understanding through living.
Because I don’t think many of you are or know trained chefs.
We have been shown in both seasons that, besides being an incredibly gifted engineer, Hunk is also an accomplished cook, if not a trained chef (I lean toward the later with him, because he resonates SO much with me on the topic of food - yes there IS a distinct difference between the way a Foodie and a Culinarian talk about and interact with food!)
The thing about chefs is… we talk about food, we think about food, we make food analogies, we explain things using food as an example, we compare other things to food. I’m currently the sales manager and accountant (among other things) for my family’s seamster business. I compare literally every aspect of our business to food and restaurant management, to the point where I think I’m driving my partners insane sometimes.
Pricing our products? Gotta balance that menu! That scarf that has very low material cost and sells like crazy is like our chicken dish, so we can keep the cost of our high-end “salmon and lamb” plushes competitive! Extremely complex custom orders? Those are our wedding cakes and big catering jobs!
Want to win my heart? Cook me a nice meal. Want to give me the best gift ever? Take me to that fancy restaurant I’ve been eyeing. Want to make me feel creative and blessed? Get me an ingredient that I haven’t cooked with before or don’t get to cook with often. Mom gifted me a gram of saffron one Christmas and I nearly burst into tears I was so touched.
When I first watched the scene in S2 where they’re all standing around thinking about Zarkon and Hunk says he was thinking about calzones I nearly lost my shit because that was me right there on the screen. My husband and fiancee both groaned fondly and face palmed because yes, they know, I’m always thinking about food!
I have other skills. I primarily consider myself a writer, as Hunk would primarily be considered an engineer, and writing does have influence over my life and my conversations, just has Hunk did demonstrate his engineering skills in S2. But there is something about also being a chef that keeps food coming up in conversation.
Yes, Hunk is a big guy (just a side note, the reason he’s the strongest member of the team is because he has the caloric reserves to burn that Shiro doesn’t), a lot of chefs are also big guys (and gals, and enbies!). Loving food and being large is perfectly wonderful and beautiful. Being a chef and constantly talking about food is modus operandi and I was truly delighted to see his character unfold in a way that resonated with me so very much.
I’ve seen people calling the Muslim/Refugee Ban a “distraction” from Bannon being put on the National Security Council, and y’all, I want you to listen:
They’re not trying to distract us. They legitimately do not give a shit and are going to do whatever they want until someone stops them. It is not a “distraction” to upend the lives of thousands of people, and affect millions more. They’re not aiming for distraction, they’re aiming for fatigue.
RING A DING DING. Everything they’re doing rn is exactly what they intended to do. The only sinister strategy that’s not in bold faced type is that they are trying to shock and awe us all into exhaustion so we stop fighting back. Take care of yourself in your off time so we can all endure this because they have no intention of stopping or slowing down.
There are good reasons to not want to personally punch a Nazi in the face but let’s be clear, none of them are because a Nazi doesn’t deserve it.
I remain staunchly pro-choice on Nazi punching.
“Should I, personally, punch a Nazi right now?” That’s up to you, whether or not you feel safe in doing so, your own personal beliefs on violent vs non-violent protest, etc.
being that writer ppl longingly think about all like “if only this writer wrote for my ship”
being that writer ppl have a love/hate relationship with bc “i loath that ship with every fiber of my being but this writer’s works about it are absolute masterpieces”
being that writer ppl read one work for and then read the rest with conSUMING NEED IN ONE NIGHT
being that writer ppl write meta/rec posts discussing their fic
being the author of the fic everyone recommends to their friends to get their friends to ship the ship.
Could I kindly ask that people posting things about the current US political situation do one thing?
include the date in your original post. once they get popular and circulated, it would be EXTREMELY convenient to know at a glance. “Is this still something I can call/sign/write about, or has it probably already hit a conclusion?”
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
”—Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
I love how the armed march against Jewish people in Montana has gotten no cover/no notes on posts on Tumblr. :)
The what now?! Why haven’t i heard about this?? Wtf????
Google it.
A neo-Nazi newspaper, The Daily Stormer, is encouraging people to “take against Jews” (Jewish people, their businesses, and supporters) in Montana with guns, and no one is doing anything to stop them “because freedom of speech” despite, you know, they could kill somebody.
And Tumblr doesn’t care because it’s Jewish people being effected. :)
“Kristallnacht”? What’s that?
It was the “Night of Broken Glass”; 8000 Jewish people were moved to concentration camps, and thousands of Jewish businesses were destroyed, along with 200 synagogues.
I really love how Tumblr can’t be fucking bothered to talk about anti-Semitism.
I’M JUST GONNA KEEP REBLOGGING ABOUT THIS UNTIL IT ACTUALLY GETS NOTES
WHAT THE HECK ONLY A HUNDRED TWENTY NOTES WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE CONCERNED??
Concerned person, right here….
Maybe a reference would help. The New York Times is also covering this.
They are busing in skinheads and planning to carry high-powered rifles through town. 200 people are expected to march against jews, jewish businesses and those who support them.
Um, so now…I think it’s time for me and my family to leave the country. I’m scared for them…for my 21st birthday I was gonna get a star of David tattoo but now….maybe not….
so moana becomes a wayfinder, teaches the lost ways to her people, and becomes chief. she and maui never speak again, because there are rules
they don’t speak for the same reason that the ocean couldn’t just give maui back his hook, for the same reason it couldn’t return the heart itself, for the same reason the ocean couldn’t just simply deliver moana to it’s destination. there is a balance, a give and take, and they must make a decision. they cant talk about this decision of course, but they must make it, so they do. moana sees a red hawk above her for most of her life, but they never speak, never touch.
the ocean never forgets her, never ignores her. it answers her call, loves her, but moana only allows it to move and play with her in the dark of night, where her people cannot see her. she is already a legend, she who fought with maui, who traveled to the land of monsters, who returned the heart of te fiti with her own two hands, who saved the world. many of her people think her adventures a myth, and thats how she wants it - she never speaks of it. she won’t allow them to know how the ocean loves her, for they must follow her because she is their cheif, their master wayfinder, because she can lead them to new lands and new places. she must be followed for what she will do, not what she did.
she travels across the seas, from one end to the other. she starts three more villages, brings her people to new islands flush with greenery and hope and the promise of a future. she learns the earth as well as she knows the sea, because she needs to learn which of these islands can sustain her people, their farming, their building. and she marries. she chooses a man who has broad shoulders and smiles a lot, one who loves the sea. she has three children, and leaves him to raise all of them as she sails to find a new island. she never stops searching the ocean, the wind in her hair, the water below her.
her husband never asks for her heart, and she never gives it. she’s loyal to him, and she brings her people into a new age of discovery and trade. when her eldest son is fully grown, when her hair streaks silver, she steps down and names him chief, allows him to lead their people and does her best not to let her shadow overpower him.
time passes. her husband dies, and she mourns him. her children marry, have children of their own, and each of them love the sea with a ferocity that is born of her blood.
all but one - her eldest child’s eldest child, the girl set to be the next chief, pania
As of Sunday Jan 29, Boston is the only US city pledging to admit all legal green card and visa holders, and refugees at an international airport. No detention no deportation. Anyone trying to come back to the US who is affected by the ban is being urged to reroute through Logan airport. Please share.
Here’s the source; it’s only open for the next 7 days (until February 5, 2017)
at this point I genuinely do not believe that the Rogue POTUS staff twitter is real.
The national park ones are real, but the POTUS staff one has too many tells of a troll account.
the #triggered tag is a troll tag, and they aren’t providing any externally verifiable info, unlike other alt/rogue accounts.
If anyone here is interested in forensic linguistics as a sub field, this is the type of thing you might be faced with. You wouldn’t think a tweet would contain much information to work with to describe the author, yet here we see a clear tone with orthographic and lexical markers typical of the Twitter Nazi in an alt-source costume.
The same analysis can be applied to the white supremacists attempting to infiltrate Black Twitter, social media groups for ethnic and religious minorities, and liberal havens.
i knew something was up, the way the posts were worded and shit
Please stop boycotting “A Dog’s Purpose”. That video of “animal abuse” was posted by TMZ. TMZ, who is just about tabloids and is known to be problematic. As a trainer, the person working with the dog was doing what he could. He stayed by her side, at her level, and spoke to her and reassuringly touched her sides. This video was ALSO made by PETA, an organization that is notoriously awful. They have stolen animals from people’s homes and euthanized them several times. They also edited the video to skip right from footage off the dog being nervous about the water right to her being IN the water, implying they just threw her in. They didn’t. She’s a German shepherd, she isn’t a water dog ad would naturally be nervous. The minute she showed any sign of struggled, they removed her and cared for her. This is a trained animal and trained workers who know how to make entertainment without hurting the doggy cast. Don’t boycott this film because of a literal tabloid.
the dog (who is named Hercules) actually was chosen for his love of water. the reason he was nervous was because he’d been rehearsing the scene entering the water from the opposite side of the pool- he only freaked out when asked to enter on the other side. the video also cut out the part where they stopped trying to get him to go where he was uncomfortable, and then let him enter on the side he was used to. here’s the producer’s response to the video
{{OK so, I know the author of the book, distantly because I know his wife very well, Cathryn and Bruce are LITERALLY the biggest animal rights advocates you could ask for. They have been getting death threats over this. Cathryn has received threats of rape. Bruce’s children have been threatened. All this over a FAKE story. So please, listen to all of the above.}}
while we were all focusing on the muslim ban, trump took the opportunity to quietly remove the joint chiefs and director of Intelligence from the national security council and put steve bannon there instead [x]
so to say this is scary would be an understatement
So, this is extremely important and mind bogglingly absurd.
WHAT you may ask is the National Security Council?
It’s a group formed in 1947 inside the US government to provide counsel to the President because the world is too complex to merely have the State Department provide all of the intel and major points of interest.
WHO is part of it traditionally? Well, consider, if you have a council made specifically to guide you in matters of national defense, domestic security, policy, economics, espionage, technology…etc etc you would have the heads of the major players. Like the Director of National Intelligence and the Director of the Joint Chief’s of Staff who in their turns represent our spies and our military respectively.
HOW has Trump altered this? He has in effect said that the National Security Council doesn’t need authorities from the various departments to help the President understand or provide their personal insight to decisions…instead they will be replaced in the NSC by Steve “Actual Nazi” Bannon and RNC chief Reince “Fucko” Priebus.
BUT WAIT…what about matters of national defense and espionage or counter intelligence? According to Der Fuhrer Bannon and Priebus will do the trick, since they clearly have spent so much time in the military and intelligence communities. If a really tough question comes up the traditional members of the council can be called, but hey, who needs those guys anyway, if they were actually important they’d be there right?
SO WHAT’S THAT MEAN? It means that the President’s foreign and domestic policy is basically guided by a Nazi and the head of the Republican National Convention. I don’t mean that lightly, imagine if you wanted to run a country and needed goals and guidelines for what you would do, you’d ask the heads of your governments various offices and groups to tell you what’s happening to make those decisions right? What the Piss Lord in Chief has done has said 'I don’t want to meet with them because I think the world is too complicated to be described by these types…instead I’ll have a Nazi news pundit, and the guy who directs the Republican party’s campaign finances to tell me how things should go and who I need to look out for.’
HOW’S IT GET WORSE? Oh yeah, this is kinda important, you see we used to have a system in place where the Pentagon, the Joint Chief’s of Staff, and the NSC all had to agree on when to target someone for killing, specifically for when a US citizen needed to be assassinated, those three groups had to agree that it should be done. Well…You see, Susan Rice under Bush, and continued under Obama created the Disposition Matrix, that streamlined the process. The argument was that things could move so rapidly that trying to get so many divisions of the government together to agree on a target was unfeasible, so let the NSC just decide unilaterally, since the Joint Chief’s of Staff are literally always part of it. EXCEPT MY FUCKOS that now the power to selectively assassinate any US citizen has been handed to the President, Steve ‘Sieg Heil’ Bannon, and Reince ‘Dumbass Name’ Priebus…and the Joint Chief’s are out of the picture.
Guess who just put a gun to the head of every American domestic and abroad? The President.
Anyone wanna guess how long before he decides that any dissent is considered an act of terrorism? Probably not long.
When exactly do we use the Disposition Matrix? When the President and the NSC want an American citizen dead for any reason?
So you maybe see where this can go? Right? I don’t need to go any further in explaining to you how fucked up it is that the NSC is now populated by the President and a Nazi as two thirds of its major decision making components.
“[Trump] said it would bring ‘a lot of efficiency and, I think, a lot of additional safety’”
This is literally what Chancellor Palpatine said to justify granting himself emergency powers. “Oh it’s okay, it’s just for
safety. I’ll put it back when we’re safe.” Soon there’ll be another domestic “terrorist” attack, just like the Reichstag fire, and we’ll see civil liberties shot out the window
1. Sharing your feelings or troubles with others will make them feel burdened.
2. Sharing your feelings or troubles with others will chase them away.
3. If you let other people see how you feel, they will use it against you.
4. Sharing your feelings with others will make you look weak.
5. Letting others see your weaknesses puts you at a disadvantage.
6. It’s best not to fight if you want to have a good relationship.
7. Talking about a problem isn’t helpful. Only action solves a problem.
Fortunately, not one of these beliefs is true. In fact, they are each and every one dead wrong. (The only exception is if you share your feelings with another emotionally neglected person, who may not have any idea how to respond). When you grow up receiving consistent direct or indirect messages that you should keep your feelings to yourself, it is natural to assume that those feelings are burdensome and undesirable to others.
President Fuckface knows he stands no chance if our democratic systems remain intact. This could backfire, or it could be exactly as bad as we’re worried it is.
Yes. It is this serious.
As I’ve said: Don’t assume that the 2018 midterms are even a remote possibility.
Remember: when a fascist says anything, especially when it is obviously false, the important question that you should be asking is: what action would this be used to justify? In this case, the answer is “rigging elections.”
anyone remember hozier? that wild son of a gun loved church
He recently invaded an apartment block with a bunch of homeless people and barricaded it from being retaken by the cops to protest Ireland’s disgusting treatment of the homeless and highlight the crisis we’re facing
Please sign this petition here to bring refugees banned from the US into New Zealand if you are from NZ. We are almost at the goal of 400 signatures and I would really appreciate if this was spread.
In honor of Lord Byron’s birthday I would like to remind you all of the time that Shelley and Keats, having not heard from him for some time, became concerned for his safety and it was determined that Shelley would go looking for him. Keats received a letter some time later that Shelley had found him in Venice, where he’d been having so much sex that he’d nearly died from malnourishment and dehydration. Keats’ entire response amounted to essentially, “You should probably have let him.”
“I found him, he’s in a gutter.” “Well go put him back”
I got this from someone I know in North Carolina: Senator Richard Burr is apparently wavering about Betsy DeVos. If you are one of his constituents, you can call his office about it at
202-224-3154.
All the Democratic senators have apparently promised to oppose her. We need 3 Republicans to jump the fence.
I don’t think people in the US got this as much as we did over here in Europe and the rest of the football (as opposed to hand-egg) loving world. But this:
is a vuvuzela. The football loving (or just tolerating, or culturally affected by) world met these things en masse during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. They were mass produced, they were fucking everywhere. They sound like this:
Over wide open terrain, perfect to summon your people for say, village council, which was what the original instrument was apparently used for. The plastic mass produced thing, in close terrain, is perfect to make it impossible for anybody to hear themselves think, let alone speak. Could it be perfect to disrupt a nazi, for instance if you are not able, for whatever reason, to punch him in the face? My friends, it just might be. Because these things were so heavily mass produced, at one point they couldn’t give them away. There is almost certainly still bunches of them sitting around waiting for the opportune moment, and the opportune moment is now.
If you’re someplace where nazis come to hate speechify (campus etc) get one. You don’t have to be super close for these things to be super effective, which is helpful if you’re not willing/able to get close up in somebody’s face - the damn things are just as disruptive from ten metres away.
It’s Vuvuzela revival time.
(Alternatively, I’ve seen collapsible ones on ebay and aliexpress for $2.50 and free shipping. Just saying)
it’s times like these I remember there are good people in the world. lawyers are literally sitting in airports finding ways to get refugees and immigrants into the country. they’ve been working all day. this makes me cry.
If you don’t fight fascism, if you give it a platform, if you allow it to organize, if you remain neutral in the fight against fascism the you have completely betrayed those whom the fascists seek to oppress. You have betrayed them and you have sided with fascism.
This isn’t a fucking game and you don’t get to pretend that those who are trying to defend themselves against violence and oppression are as poisonous as those who are endeavoring to oppress them. You’ve either learned nothing from history or you haven’t got a damn lick of morality in you. Don’t like fascism? Fucking do something. Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.
I made this post at six am before going to bed and it has blown up a lil
Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.
no, not just your representatives in the national Congress, but your actual state-level legislators. (my national reps are all GOP and all worse than useless, for example)
one of my colleagues is Iranian & her family lives abroad & they need help so we put her in touch w/ one of our local Democratic senators. They’re organizing w/local attorneys and other resources, and they’re trying to help. Don’t restrict yourself to whoever represents your district, either – hassle ALL the Democrats, especially if you know anything about their record / their slate of experience. Even if they’re the minority in the legislature, they can still help put you in touch with people & organizations in your area.
