expose crimes

Just so we’re clear about how Conservatives feel about “treason”, just look at their disperate reactions to Chelsea Manning and Donald Trump JR.

Exposing war crimes commited by the Federal Government that they supposedly hate so much? High treason, should be executed; write dozens of hit pieces and berate on Twitter.

Openly colluding with a hostile foreign government to dig up dirt on a political opponent Watergate style? Totally justified, just working for the good of the country; do softball interviews on Hannity.

Imagine Loki and the Avengers going to Jotunheim on a diplomatic mission to pay penance for prior crimes and to fix the rift between the Nine Realms. As an offering of good-will Asgard returns the Casket of the Ancient Winters to them, being delivered by Loki himself. You tag along as a Midgardian government attache and during your mission. You become accidentally trapped with Loki in the Casket room on Jotunheim and are temporarily unreachable by anyone. Being exposed to the Casket has been affecting Loki to small degrees but during this time the Casket forces Loki into his First Heat.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!!

TW: EXTREMELY GRAPHIC FOOTAGE

‘Collateral murder’ exposed US war crimes against Iraqi civilians – and Chelsea Manning got 7 years for revealing it.

America invades other countries, starts wars and kills everyone in their path. But when they fight back, they are called terrorists. What would you do if an army from another country destroyed everything you’ve built and killed your family members? THINK. America is the biggest terrorist of them all.

Six Times Voltage Inc Tugged at my Heartstrings

I’ve been playing Voltage games for about four years now, and I have to say, there were moments in certain routes that made me Feel Things™. Generally, Voltage games aren’t really known for being cynical or overly emotional. Heck, their games, while having some mature content, mostly have an optimistic feel to them. However, there were some moments in particular that stood out to me—those scenes were written powerfully enough to shake me to the core.

I have to admit, it was difficult for me to select a few moments from hundreds of routes, but I tried my best to narrow it down as much as I could.

Disclaimer:

  • I limited it to one character per game to avoid repetition.
  • I haven’t played every Voltage game (or route for that matter). The moments I’ve chosen only come from the games I’ve played.
  • I didn’t include SLBP because I only started getting into it recently (plus I don’t know too much about the other lords to make solid conclusions about them lmao).
  • This is all my personal opinion, so that means you probably won’t share the same views as I do, which is cool (I’d actually appreciate it if you told me what your favorite moments were :D).

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anonymous asked:

Question about your comment on that Chelsea manning post, I had thought that she was in prison for a while before obama and he was the one who ended up giving her a presidential pardon? Is that not right?

No, she leaked documents that exposed war crimes from the Bush era, and the Obama administration threw her in prison in 2013, after he had campaigned on encouraging whistle blowers and assuring them they would not be prosecuted or imprisoned for exposing crimes the US government committed.

Obama ended up prosecuting more whistleblowers under the Espionage Act than every other President combined.

http://www.politifact.com/punditfact/statements/2014/jan/10/jake-tapper/cnns-tapper-obama-has-used-espionage-act-more-all-/

https://freedom.press/news/how-obama-administration-laid-groundwork-trumps-coming-crackdown-press/

Democrats are just Republicans with better PR.

A Bunch of Saigenos AUs

Just what it says on the tin, friends.

Artificial Intelligence AU 
A breakthrough in artificial intelligence results in the development of a new state of the art synthetic mind known colloquially as GENOS. He is, altogether, a scientific masterpiece far superior in intelligence and mental capacity than any human could ever hope to become. That is why it becomes quite a shock to others when he takes a particular interest in Saitama, a rather bland and boring janitor who works in the building Genos is housed in. 

Coffee Shop AU (because why the fuck not) 
Genos works at a coffee shop near his college to help pay bills (despite the fact that Dr. Kuseno has insisted that Genos doesn’t need to pay for anything). He just so happens to have a crush on a man a few years older than him who always, without fail, comes to get coffee at 3 pm on the dot. Genos’ nerves often get the better of him and he rarely says a word to the man. However, all that changes when, after locking up the shop for the night, Genos finds him bleeding out in the alley behind the building.  

Hitman/Assassin AU
Genos and Saitama are two of the world’s best hitmen. When either one is hired to take out a target, you already know they’re going to succeed. They’ve crossed paths before, several times at that, and they each harbor a rather…professional distaste towards the other. However, when both find themselves trapped on an island after the same target, a little “friendly” competition ensues.       

Tangled AU (courtesy of @that-bi-blerd)  
As a baby, the prince of a nearby kingdom, Genos, is kidnapped for the healing properties associated with his hair. He spends his life growing up in the confines of a tower wishing to one day leave and watch a spectacular display of lights he sees once a year. After accidentally being accused of stealing a crown from the royal family, the thief Saitama goes on the run and ends up stumbling across Genos’ tower in the forest.

Superman AU (courtesy of a lovely anon)
Saitama just so happens to be a superhero on the side, the superhero that protects Z-City and all surrounding areas. He often enough stumbles upon a passionate and reckless reporter known as Genos who likes to stick his hands where he shouldn’t. Usually, he ends up getting into troublesome situations on his mission to uncover crime and expose the corruption within Z-City. Saitama typically has to save him and they usually end up having the oddest conversations. As it turns out, Genos has an amazing sense of humor.    

Space Cowboy AU (brought to you by that same beautiful anon)
A la Cowboy Bebop. Kinda. Saitama owns his own space ship and he usually planet hops to get the best sales on various things like food, fuel, and clothes. He travels so much that he’s started transporting people for a price. That is how he meets Genos, a young man whose family was killed by a mad bandit. Genos asks him to take him to the bandit’s last known location, a planet right on the edge of charted space. With the amount of money he’s willing to pay, it would have been foolish for Saitama to refuse. 

College AU
Saitama, a psychology professor, catches the eye of a recent transfer student, a junior by the name of Genos. He’s had students have one-sided crushes on him before and he was able to handle them accordingly. But this time he finds the attraction to be mutual despite his best efforts to ignore his feelings. A very hard attempt at professionalism keeps him from doing anything that would jeopardize his job but Genos doesn’t make it an easy thing to do when he just so happens to be in the neighborhood whenever Saitama has his office hours each day. It all seems to explode in his face one weekend when he decides to go to a nightclub with his friend only to spot Genos with his own friends on the other side of the club.

THE ARCHITECTURE OF VIOLENCE (2014)

Part of Al Jazeera’s Rebel Architecture series, this documentary examines the use of design as a weapon of intimidation and subjugation within the Palestine Israel conflict. The film also looks at the practice of Forensic Architecture, a technique sometimes utilised in the aftermath of battle to map events and expose possible war crimes.

Forensic Architecture was also used, more recently, in collaboration with Amnesty International, to create models of Syrian internment facilities based on the auditory experiences of past prisoners. This occurred after the Rebel Architecture series was produced, but is explored in:  INSIDE SYRIA’S SAYDNAYA PRISON (2016) .

Inheritance

Takes place after their scene in 1x13. Jughead and Betty hash out some complicated feelings over The Jacket™, and Jughead comes clean about his family legacy.

(hello my name is morkhan and bughead is my guilty pleasure het ship. please don’t make me turn in my gay card, i just started using it.)


A few minutes after the Serpents left, we were seated in my dad’s living room, she on the easy chair, I on the couch across from her. Between us, splayed out on the coffee table, was the jacket, with Betty staring at it like she half-expected it to come to life and eat me before her eyes.

Her fears weren’t entirely unfounded. “So…” she said after a moment. “Does this mean you’re a Serpent now?”

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October 18, 2016

Ask yourself this most important question!

Why were GMOs very quietly but deliberately unleashed onto America’s grocery shelves in the mid 1990’s without OUR knowledge and consent?

I have yet to find a legitimate answer to this question, no matter how much I get trolled by Monsanto’s minions on social media.

It is no coincidence that big biotech, major food corporations, and government agencies like the FDA, USDA and EPA are no longer trusted by a majority of Americans. Would you rely on people that have intentionally poisoned you for decades? Why would anyone blindly put their trust in corporations and governments who have proven beyond all reasonable doubt that they are paid liars like the media that sells those lies to you every second of every day?

Where are the most basic questions about GMO health and environmental safety that any rational individual can ask? I can tell you that the answers are NOT found in any 90 day, short-term rat health study that big biotech like Monsanto passes off to the FDA for rubberstamp approval! Why were these GMOs so quickly approved by a government agency that is supposed to protect us?

What about our Congress? The DARK Act was passed by both the senate and house. Then, the backstabbing of consumers (that’s all of us) was given a final jab at the hearts of all Americans when our Traitor-in-Chief signed the DARK Act that our elected leaders passed, despite the fact that about 90% of Americans wanted and still want transparent GMO labeling. You will hear the same old, tired excuses from food companies that it costs too much to change a label, but they do it whenever they ship their GMO, poison-laden food products overseas. They have to; otherwise, their GMO junk will never make it further than a Boston tea party.

Why don’t the corporations that ship food and beverages to foreign countries every day at least label these genetically modified products that are made in the U.S.A.? Doesn’t it seem a bit suspicious to you that these same major corporations, like Coca Cola and Kraft, funneled millions of dollars to the Grocery Manufacturers Association, or GMA, to defeat GMO labeling laws in Colorado, Washington State, Oregon and California (twice)? In the meantime, biotech brat Monsanto stole Vermont’s GMO labeling law, and turned it into a weak federal labeling law (the DARK Act) that has the same eight, glaring loopholes in it that Vermont’s state GMO labeling bill had before our elected leaders and president deserted us, again, by signing this sinister act of American betrayal.

I am sure you are wondering at this point how much of what I stated is true. Where are the facts? They have been in front of you the entire time. I repeatedly point them out in my articles and social media posts. Other basic human rights activists have been doing the same for years. For big biotech, big Ag and big food, this is all just a money game. The losers in the end are the confused consumers who willingly keep shoving “glyphotoxic” (glyphosate and genotoxic) crap down their throats and also into the mouths of their children and grandchildren.

So, ask yourself all of the questions that I asked again, starting with the first one. Can you come up with any simple answers?

Or, maybe you already have that bitter taste of betrayal that consumes America’s barely beating heart.

John Loeffler
-Calling Out Corruption

Worth So Much More - Sherlock x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader
Warnings: cussing? idk fam
Rating: T, just to be safe
Word Count: 1365
Author’s Note: This is for the anon who requested this:

Sherlock x reader pls where reader is an artist who always makes little drawings and songs about sherlock almost every day and he decides to return the favor. he wanted to compose a song but knew that she knew about the song he made for irene and he didnt want to make her feel like she was on the same level as irene because she’s so much more so he writes a poem about how she makes him feel and he passes it to her in a little piece of paper and he’s really shy about it? sorry for being specific!

Thank you! I really, really hope you like it! I’m really sorry I didn’t get this up sooner, I was incredibly busy! I hope you enjoy my little doodles I made :) I’m so sorry if you didn’t like this :(

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To Y/N Y/L/N, Sherlock Holmes was a hero. To him, she was just another one of his clients. Y/N was an artist who owned a shop near Baker Street; in addition to her shop, there was a little café, where people could rest and relax after a long day. Her shop consisted of painting  Tragedy struck and her art shop had been robbed in the early hours of morning. Y/N was devastated and heartbroken; she just couldn’t understand who would bear her such ill will.

She took the case to Scotland Yard, but they weren’t able to do anything, due to the ambiguous nature of the case. It was only when Dr John Watson saw her in tears, in a grubby little cafe in North London, things were able to happen.

John had immediately spoke to the Detective Inspector, who in turn, asked Sherlock Holmes for help. He had initially scoffed, internally rolling his eyes at the idea of him investigating a robbery at an amateur art shop. However, on seeing Y/N’s tear streaked face and the state of her shop, Sherlock declared the case to be a 9.

~

The art shop had been vandalised by spray cans, broken windows and ripped canvases. To Y/N, it was a destruction of her hard work, to Sherlock, it was a crime scene with much potential. The thief was clearly a first timer, yet he had managed to clear up his tracks easily. In the few days that Y/N was exposed to the crime solving duo, she discovered that Sherlock needed coffee nearly at all hours and that he grew irritable if he didn’t get it as soon as possible. She decided to so something special to his coffee and doodled a little image on the side of his cup.

Every morning, Sherlock and John frequented her cafe, Y/N made a special doodle on the side of Sherlock’s cup. Black, two sugars and a quick doodle. Sometimes even a little song lyric she remembered from her morning playlist. She didn’t even know if Sherlock read them or saw them, but it made her happy. Sherlock wasn’t exactly a kind man, but he was a good one. Maybe he could be both one day. And maybe one day he could see her more than a client.

Much to John’s surprise, the case was solved in a week, yet Sherlock always went to grab a coffee at her cafe. When asked why, John got the same, scathing reply, “Her coffee is much better than Starbucks.”

It was a couple of days later when the military doctor realised they never went to Starbucks for coffee.

~

Sherlock Holmes always found an excuse to go to Y/N’s art shop, even after the case had been solved. His most popular excuse was that Rosie had kept John up the entire night and John had work the next day. His least favourite one (one that he never used) was that he loved her little song lyrics and doodles.

Every day was the same doodle, except there was a variation in the doodles sometimes.



It had been particularly rainy one day, and it was FREEZING! Yet Sherlock had made it to her little cafe. It was a cosy little shop, giving one feelings of warmth and comfort. Y/N had been working on a piece when she heard him come in.

“Rosie keeping John awake?” she called from behind the cafe counter. Her art shop was still repaired, so she spent most of her time behind the counter.

“Surprisingly no,” he called back, his hands behind his back. “It’s a rainy day, I was wondering if I could have some of your coffee? The usual, black-“

“Two sugars,” Y/N interrupted him with a smile. “I’ve memorised your order, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” Those three words echoed in his mind, in the voice of someone who had used those words before. The Dominatrix. Sherlock violently shook the image of Irene Adler as Y/N approached him with a mug in her hand. She set the mug on the table and sat across him, occasionally looking out of the window to glance at the pedestrians.

“When does your art shop open again?” Sherlock tried to stimulate conversation. Y/N smiled at his attempt to start a conversation.

“Next week maybe,” she replied carefully, looking at him. “I probably have to start some new pieces, since some are already damaged. That’s going to be…tiring.” She sighed sadly. Suddenly feeling a warm feeling in his heart (not the coffee) and he reached out and put his gloved hand on hers.

“I’ll be there for you, if you need me,” Sherlock spoke genuinely. Y/N stiffened at the contact, but relaxed, feeling the warmth from his body seep into her hand. They stayed this way for some time until Y/N coughed awkwardly.

“I-I have to er… finish a piece,” she left, feeling extremely flustered. Sherlock stifled a laugh and saw that the saucer had a piece of paper.


“Sherlock!” John shouted, frustrated. “Stop changing the password on my laptop!” When no reply came, he frowned. Sherlock would usually snap back a snarky answer, but the flat was in total silence. John groaned and decided to check the bedroom. Sherlock hadn’t gone out, he was fairly sure. On entering his room, John immediately tripped over a wastepaper basket. “What the f-,” John bent down and smoothened out a piece of crumpled piece of paper.

“Your coffee warms my throat, but your personality warms my heart?” John sniggered, looking at other crumpled bits of paper. “Your art is aesthetically pleasing, join me for a coffee?” The army doctor then found little cutouts of small doodles with sweet messages on them. All of a sudden, it clicked. John was laughing silently when he a shuffling behind the bed.

“What are you doing John?” Sherlock roared, hidden behind the bed. “That’s private! You don’t see me mucking about your laptop!”
“”You changed my password you hypocrite!” John snapped back. “And are you seriously trying to ask out Y/N?” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “You’re not getting anywhere with that.”

“Oh, is that what normal people do?” Sherlock retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed and frowning at the piece of paper in his hand. “I’m afraid I’m not wired to be normal, so piss off, John.” John Watson felt a bit bad for him and sat next to him.

“Christmas is coming soon, invite her to our party? Or you could probably compose a song, like you did for Mary and I,” John clenched his fist tightly, in the memory of his wife. “I think she would like that.”
“But I made a song for Irene,” Sherlock stood up abruptly. “The woman who beat men. The cold, unfeeling woman. I want something different for Y/N. Y/N is so much more than her. Y/N thaws the ice in my heart, not just by coffee, but her kindness. She is so pure and untainted, sometimes I am scared that the darkness in my heart will corrupt her. We’re opposites, but I want her around. Sometimes I feel we are the yin and the yang. She keeps me in check and I love being with her.” John couldn’t believe his ears.

“You just thought of the best poem, you sod,” he replied dangerously. “Write that down and ask her out properly, or I’ll box your ears.”

~

The doorbell rang while Y/N was still working on one of her pieces. “I’ll be with you in a minute!” She called, wiping the paint off her face. When she neared the counter, there was a mysterious note taped to it. Y/N frowned and picked it up, a blush deepened on her cheek as she read the sweet poem the mysterious admirer had left for her. She smiled when she reached the end of her poem, finally knowing who it was. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the store (of course, locking it first), heading towards 221B Baker Street.

Coffee? The one at Starbucks is awful. But I like yours better.

221B Baker Street. Even better, dinner?

SH

Cops and Mafia AU

Whereby Hoseok is the leader of an notorious underground crime syndicate and TaeGi are undercover cop partners sent out to dig out information that could put “J” behind bars for life.

The task process goes like this: join the syndicate, gain their trust, enter the ranks, and expose them of their crimes from the inside. Sounds straightforward?

Of course…things don’t go exactly as planned, especially not when both of them find themselves completely enamoured with the same person that they are supposed to put behind bars.

So when the time comes that Hoseok gets betrayed by a crew member and framed for a crime he did not commit, Taegi decides to fuck it all and busts their boyf-to-be out from the cell, Leverage style.

“You do know that once we do this, we’re gonna be in deep shit right?”

“….right”

“….”

“…..”

“Fuck. Let’s go get him back”


Easy to say, the two of them become his right and left hand men (boyfs) afterwards and live happily ever after in complete badassery.

Control-Part 2

Arch enemies continuation

{SaeyoungxReader/MC}

[Part 1] [Part 3]

~I didn’t expect to do more for this fic but everyone was inboxing me for it and seemed to enjoy it so here you go. I’m splitting this up because of the length and I’m still writing so I guess you can maybe even call this a teaser piece haha enjoy.


     “Well, this is unexpected,” Saeyoung shoved another chip in his mouth as he stared at the computer screen.

     He was in the middle of some low-grade work for the agency when a message from you popped up. He got a lump in his throat. It had been about a month since that night, but his mind was plagued with thoughts of you. Why couldn’t he get you out of his head? He jerked off to that little video more times than he’d like to admit to himself. But he considered it your gift to him for fucking him out of that job and the money.

    ❥: Greetings, Agent707
707: What do you want.
    ❥: Not even a hello? I’m hurt :’(
    ❥: Well then. I’ll get 2 the point
    ❥: I’m sure you’ve heard of that new job up for grabs?
707: Of course
707: No one’s touching it, though. It’s too big and risky. My agency doesn’t even want me to get involved with this client
    ❥: Neither does mine
707: Exposing the countless crimes of a CEO who runs one of the largest companies in this area
707: Tons of files, receipts, bank accounts to dig up…
707: Not to mention having to break into the place and if he finds out who outed him he could come after you
707: You’d have to be pretty crazy to take that on
    ❥: Well
    ❥: I’m doing it
707: Ur not srs…
    ❥: It’s good money, of course I am
    ❥: And I was hoping you’d join me
    ❥: Not that I can’t do it on my own. But having someone else will make it easier
    ❥: And let’s face it, you’re the only one close to my skill lvl
707: You’re fucking insane
707: Why the hell would I trust you after last time
    ❥: I thought you enjoyed yourself ;)
    ❥: It’s a lot of money Seven
    ❥: I’ll split it with you. 70/30
707: K now ur just insulting me
    ❥: Hahaha
    ❥: What r u working on right now ?
    ❥: Some shitty, low-paying mindless work?
    ❥: 30 percent of this job is a shit ton of money…
707: I want at least 60/40 if i’m sticking my neck out for this shit
    ❥: Don’t get greedy
    ❥: 70/30 take it or leave it
    ❥: As I said. I don’t need you. I’m extending this out of pure generosity

      “Damn iiiit,” he groaned out into the dark room, tipping himself back in his chair.

     He really didn’t want to do this job. But he couldn’t let you do it alone, either. What if something happened to you? Why did he even care? Shit. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.

707: Fuck
707: Fine. I’m in.
    ❥: Smart boy~
    ❥: I’ll send coordinates and instructions
    ❥: Don’t be late. ;)




      “Don’t be late, she says,” he grumbled and groaned.

     He was standing outside of the hotel 20 minutes past their scheduled meeting time. He was to the point of wondering whether you had duped him once again. Their last encounter left him feeling more emotions than one, and he never thought he would let someone play him so easily. But then again, the memory of the way you smelled and your hot breath on his bare skin was enough to make him forgive anything.

     People were passing him in herds on the sidewalk outside the hotel entrance. Some nodded, others almost bumped into him. It was conveniently located next to the building they were planning to infiltrate, and he assumed she’d chosen a room with a view perfect enough to stake the place out. It was an odd feeling, working with someone like this and without the backing of the agency. It wasn’t something they were really supposed to do, honestly.

     Saeyoung felt a slap on his ass and he jumped. A pretty girl appeared in front of him. She had pink short hair and piercings, a cigarette perched between her plump lips.

     “Hey sexy. Standing out here, waiting for some fun? What are you looking for?” she traced her finger down his chest with a smile.

     “Uh…N-No, I’m waiting for…someone,” he blushed.

     “It’s me, dumb ass,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

     He was impressed. You’d even worn colored contacts. He often wore disguises as well, it comes with the territory. But the way you were put together took effort and care. And some form of enjoyment. He started imagining all of the other disguises you might have worn…

     “You smoke?”

     “No,” you tossed it on the ground and crushed it under your boot, heading into the entrance.

     Saeyoung almost forgot to follow you and jogged to catch up, making a mental note to ask where you got that high quality wig from.

[tbc]

Elim Garak has ascended to Castellan of the Cardassian Union…but despite his soaring popularity, the imminent publication of a report exposing his people’s war crimes during the occupation on Bajor looks likely to set the military against him. Into this tense situation come Dr. Katherine Pulaski—visiting Cardassia Prime to accept an award on behalf of the team that solved the Andorian genetic crisis—and Dr. Peter Alden, formerly of Starfleet Intelligence. The two soon find themselves at odds with Garak and embroiled in the politics of the prestigious University of the Union, where a new head is about to be appointed. Among the front-runners is one of Cardassia’s most respected public figures: Professor Natima Lang. But the discovery of a hidden archive from the last years before the Dominion War could destroy Lang’s reputation. As Pulaski and Alden become drawn into a deadly game to exonerate Lang, their confrontation escalates with Castellan Garak—a conflicted leader treading a fine line between the bright hopes for Cardassia’s future and the dark secrets still buried in its past…
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Blurb of Enigma Tales, by Una McCormack

(look i know it’s still early days but “the andoran genetic crisis” was why Julian was arrested, and an issue Julian later solved with dr pulaski!!! also a medical award???? what medic do we know that just so happens to be First Husband of the Union, perfectly placed to give out awards??? hmmmmmm????)

  • Ciel- ok, so we got Lizzy back and then she left what should we do?
  • Sebastian- why don't we figure out what's going on at the music hall and then convince her to return
  • Ciel- no, let's dress her brother up in provocative clothing and start a boy band
  • Sebastian- I mean I could just figure out what's going on, and expose them for their crimes
  • Ciel- boy band

anonymous asked:

Apologies if you've discussed this before, but--even if it's just pure speculation--what do you think would have happened in chapter 1 if Kaede had attempted to claim first prize after Amami's death?

This is an interesting question that I don’t think I’ve considered before!

As you said, really all we can do is speculate, since it’s hard to know anything for certain. All we know for sure is that Monokuma does tell the group that anyone who commits a murder and comes forward and admits their crime within the 48 hour time limit will be able to graduate from Saishuu Academy without going through a trial. I’m assuming that the lack of a trial also means there wouldn’t be executions for anyone else, too, since the rules specifically state that people are only executed for “guessing incorrectly during a trial.”

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