right to know laws

anonymous asked:

Germany's court just passed massive surveillance laws. It's a massive cut in our human rights, and goes heavily against our laws. No one really seems to know what to do and they're using it because "Terrorism" and "Hatecrimes".

Thanks, I forgot to write about it. Here’s what I gather:

‘Staattrojaner’ or ‘states Trojan [horse]’ was until now only permitted to prevent terrorist attacks, but has been expanded to grant police the right to hack into personal devices, as well as secretly install spywarefor around 70 crimes, some minor, many not related to terrorism or serious threats.

Two kinds of Trojans are to be used. One gives complete access to all data on the entire device (when one considers that your phone/pc is often linked to clouds, websites or other devices, this realistically means EVERYTHING) and the other type allows for the eavesdropping on communications.

This law was apparently deliberately hid from the public, added to other laws that aren’t really related to make them pass less noticed.

The German constitutional court opposes this as.. well.. unconstitutional, as they deem it should only be allowed when involving crimes that represent a specific and serious danger.

@rtrixie @sciencefitness and other Germans, opinions?

Your boss is not your friend. Your boss is not someone you can trust. Your relationship with your boss needs to be entirely professional.

  • Do not do your boss favours. No working for free. No doing unreasonable duties. No working outside the hours you state as available.
  • Do not say anything to your boss. About anything. Keep it work related. They will only use personal information against you.
  • Know your rights. Know the laws. Your boss will come at you trying to get you to quit like its a favour to you. Its usually because they can’t legally fire you.
  • Be wary around your coworkers. Some will have no problem passing things along to your boss. Such as your mental health or financial standing
  • Never offer to pay for anything lost, stolen or broken. Especially if money is missing from the till.
  • Demand safe working conditions.

Your boss is only there to exploit your labour for profit. Unfortunately you need that labour to sustain yourself. Just be careful.

Humans are weird, apparently

Ok, I decided I wanted to try my hand at adding to this “Humans are Space Orcs” thing.  Apologies if it’s been done before, but I haven’t seen this particular thing.

Imagine the aliens coming to Earth and looking at our media, at the products in our stores, and all over the place they see the most obvious warnings and disclaimers.  “Caution, food will be hot,” “Professional driver on closed course,” “Do not attempt.”  And they just think that humans must be absolute idiots because who the heck needs to be told that, right?

But they don’t know about human litigation.

Sure, the aliens have laws and treaties and whatnot, but what with an intersteller community and all these different races and languages, they just naturally abide by the spirit of the law, because who would want all that precise translation and finicky language and loophole abuse and obvious rule patches?  Way too much work for the aliens.

So humans join the galactic community, start developing relationships and trade deals and agreeing to abide by whatever the aliens call their Geneva Convention.  Everyone’s happy.  Until the aliens start looking a little closer at actual human behaviour.

“Umm, Ambassador Joseph, we can’t help but notice that your people have been making more dreadnoughts than the Isni Treaty allows.  This is making us very nervous.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, President Gangril.  We only have four dreadnoughts.”

“You registered four, but when reviewing your fleet, we found there were at least twenty?”

“The other sixteen are heavy crusiers.”

“They’re clearly dreadnoughts.”

Joe brings out a large stack of papers.  “Actually, according to the treaty, dreadnoughts are over 906 metres, and these cruisers are 890 metres long.  The guns also…”

Until the aliens are collectively tearing out their hair analogues and somehow human lawyers get even richer as the galactic community desperately hires them in an effort to prevent this behaviour.

Hey everyone, just a reminder that yesterday the supreme court decided that its unconstitutional for the police to look through your phone unless they have a warrant, EVEN if you are placed under arrest.

HOWEVER, the police CAN search your phone without a warrant if given verbal consent and they AREN’T required to tell you that you can request that they get a warrant. It’s up to you to know your rights, so PLEASE PLEASE reblog this so we can spread the word!

Farmer spends 16 years studying law by himself so he could sue a powerful chemical firm for 'polluting his land' - and...

A Chinese farmer has spent 16 years studying law by himself so he could sue a chemical company for allegedly polluting his land. Wang Enlin, who had just three years of education, has won the first instance in a high-profile case against state-owned Qihua Group, reported the People’s Daily Online. Although Qihua Group, whose assets exceed two billion yuan (£233 million), has appealed against the decision, the elderly man said he is determined to seek justice for himself and his neighbours who could no longer grow healthy crops on their contaminated land. Mr Wang, who is in his 60s, lives in the Yushutun village on the outskirts of Qiqihar in the Heilongjiang Province, according to People’s Daily Online, which cited China Youth Daily. The man said he would forever remember the year of 2001 when his land was flooded by the toxic waste discharged by Qihua Group. It was the eve of the Lunar New Year, and Mr Wang was playing cards and making dumplings with his neighbours. All of sudden, they realised that the house they were in was flooded by the wastewater from the nearby Qihua factory.

The wastewater also flooded part of the farmland in the village. According to the report, a government document from 2001 claimed that the affected farmland ‘can not be used for a long time’ due to the pollution. Between 2001 to 2016, it has been suggested that Qihua continued to dump hazardous waste into the village, whose residents rely upon agriculture for a living.

The company produced polyvinyl chloride and released 15,000 to 20,000 tons of chemical waste every year, the report said. Qihua has also reportedly created a 71-acre wasteland with calcium carbide residue and a 478-acre pond with its liquid waste. In 2001, Mr Wang wrote a letter to the Land Resources Bureau of Qiqihar to complain about the pollution Qihua had brought to his village. He said while dealing with the local officials, he was repeatedly asked to produce evidence to prove that the village’s land had been polluted. Mr Wang told a reporter: 'I knew I was in the right, but I did not know what law the other party had broken or whether or not there was evidence.’ He received the interview in his small home which he spent 50 yuan (£5.8) per month renting from the village’s authority. As a result, Mr Wang decided to study law by himself, an endeavor he would carry on pursuing for the next 16 years. The farmer, who had dropped out of primary school at the third grade, started reading through a dozen law books with the help of a dictionary.

At the time, he did not have money to buy the books, so he spent day after day reading the books at the local book store and copying the relevant information by hand, according to the man. In return, he would give bags of free corn to the shopkeeper for letting him stay there. Not only that, he also used the legal knowledge he had learnt to help his neighbours gather evidence. Their farms had also been polluted by Qihua Group, said Mr Wang. In 2007, a Chinese law firm specialised in handling pollution-related cases started providing free legal advice to Mr Wang and his neighbours. They also agreed to help the villagers file petition to the court. However due to unspecified complications, the court only began processing Mr Wang and his neighbours’ case in 2015 - eight years after the original petition had been made, People’s Daily Online reported. Thanks to the evidence Mr Wang had gathered in the 16 years, Mr Wang and his neighbours apparently won the first instance. The Angangxi District Court of Qiqihar ruled that the families in Yushutun village would receive financial compensation from Qihua Group amounting 820,000 yuan (£96,000). The date of the first instance was not revealed in the report. Qihua Group has appealed against the court’s decision. The case is being processed at the Angangxi District Court as of writing. A determined Mr Wang told the reporter: “We will certainly win. Even if we lose, we will continue to battle.”

Can US Customs and Border officials search your phone?

Recent detentions and seizures of phones and other material from travelers to the United States have sparked alarm. Below, ProPublica details what powers US Customs and Border Protection officials have over you and your devices.

A NASA scientist heading home to the US said he was detained in January at a Houston airport, where US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officers pressured him for access to his work phone and its potentially sensitive contents. Last month, CBP agents checked the identification of passengers leaving a domestic flight at New York’s John F. Kennedy Airport during a search for an immigrant with a deportation order. And in October, border agents seized phones and other work-related material from a Canadian photojournalist. They blocked him from entering the US after he refused to unlock the phones, citing his obligation to protect his sources. These and other recent incidents have revived confusion and alarm over what powers border officials actually have and, perhaps more importantly, how to know when they are overstepping their authority.

The unsettling fact is that border officials have long had broad powers — many people just don’t know about them. Border officials, for instance, have search powers that extend 100 air miles inland from any external boundary of the US. That means border agents can stop and question people at fixed checkpoints dozens of miles from US borders. They can also pull over motorists whom they suspect of a crime as part of “roving” border patrol operations.

Sowing even more uneasiness, ambiguity around the agency’s search powers — especially over electronic devices — has persisted for years as courts nationwide address legal challenges raised by travelers, privacy advocates and civil-rights groups. We dug out answers about the current state-of-play when it comes to border searches, along with links to more detailed resources (below).

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.

“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.

“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.

“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”

You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.

Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.

“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?

“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?

“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?

You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.

“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”

“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”

He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.

“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.

He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”

Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”


When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.

Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.

Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.

When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.

It threw him way off guard, and off his game.

“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”

Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.

“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.

“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.

“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.

“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.

Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.

“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”

The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.

“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”

“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.

“Unless the waiver is sign-”

“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”

Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.

“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”  

Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.

As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.

“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and  his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”

Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Someone let out a snort.

“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.


“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”

Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.

“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.

“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.

Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.

But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?

“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”

“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.

“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”


“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.

He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.

“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.

Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.

Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.

“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”

The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what.  With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.

“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”

Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.

“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”

“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”

Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.

Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.

Queen of hearts.

Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.

“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”

Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.


You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.

What if Remy refuses?

The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.

Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.

That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.

“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.

The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.

A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.

You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.

You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.

Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.


“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.

Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.

“C'est une fille.” he whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.  

This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.


Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Remy,

If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.

If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.

I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.

The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.

You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.

I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.

I love you both so much, never forget that.

Dad.

He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.

“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.

“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.  

“I’m just fine.”


-FIN!

Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!

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Day Bi Day: A Documented Study of the Bisexual (Rafael Barba x Reader)

A/N: I’m not off hiatus, but I’ve been sitting on this idea since maybe late-April/early-May, and Pride Month seemed like the best time to actually do it. So forgive me if it’s kinda crap, I’m not entirely back into my groove just yet. Also: There’s a reason documentaries are a visual medium: It’s because writing out one like a story is hard. But it helps to imagine the narration being done by Tilda Swinton or David Attenborough. Shoutout to @xemopeachx for looking forward to this and being my hype(wo)man and @mrsrafaelbarba – both of them let me pass things by them segment by craptastic segment! (Also, tagging @ohbelieveyoume because if they have to suffer through this monstrosity, then so do you. That being said, Happy Pride Month!!

New York City: Home to over 8,550,405 people, it is a melting pot featuring persons from varying walks of life. This port city has long served as a nesting ground for new ideas, and stomping ground for old-time culture treasured by the society of the present day. But in such a vast hub of differing ideals and backgrounds, it easily becomes a hotbed for practices unchecked. For in a city so grand and driven by the ambition to progress, some ideas can slip through the cracks. Or, better yet, slip right beneath our noses.

It is here that we introduce Rafael Barba.

A man of Cuban descent, Rafael has worked his way to the position of ADA in the Sex Crimes Bureau of New York City’s 16th Precinct. A self-made man, Rafael is easily a representative of the American Dream come to fruition. There is, however, one lingering secret that he carries: Rafael identifies as bisexual. In addition, his romantic partner, (Y/N), also identifies as bisexual.

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  • Margaery Tyrell: *dies*
  • Catelyn Stark: (in heaven) Ooooooh my God!!!! Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg okay... OKAY. Catelyn play it cool. Breathe. Don't mess this up. You got this. You fucking got this.
  • Margaery Tyrell: Hello? Am I dead? Lady Stark... is that you--
  • Catelyn Stark: THIS IS MY SON ROBB PLEASE MARRY HIM
  • Margaery Tyrell: I... beg your pardon?
  • Catelyn Stark: I mean... welcome to heaven? Haha ha. Hahaha. (Internally: ...fuck...FUCK!!!!)
What I think of the types (ENTP)

(Don’t get offended, this is based on people I know and stereotypes and although I might see flaws in people that doesn’t affect my overall impression of them, I can still love them just the same)

INTJ: I’m afraid of you but I admire you. You’re just so smart and cold, you know exactly what to do and you do it silently without people noticing how “powerful” you are. You’re like me but much more organized and disciplined and I wish I was like that. You’re mysterious and that appeals to me. However it will probably be a long time until I trust one of you.

INFJ: I don’t get why everybody thinks you are some kind of special unicorn that’s hard to see and when you do it’s as if you had found a treasure. I know two of you and you’re super nice but I don’t think I could have any deep relationship with you of any kind. And I definitely don’t have that attraction that supposedly all ENTPs have towards INFJs, sorry not sorry.

ENTJ: I don’t know any of you or at least I’m not sure I do. You look interesting to me though. You have the willpower that I lack and you’ll probably go further in life than me if I don’t change. I think we would argue a lot because I can’t stand bossy people and I would fight you every time I don’t agree with you.

ENFJ: I love you so much. You’re my favorite F type ever. You are smart and deep and I can have super meaningful conversations with you. You’re so positive and hardworking and I’m kinda jealous of that but what I like is that even though you’re organized you don’t try to impose your organization to me. I also think you’re mature and calm and have a lot of common sense. I get along very well with all of the ENFJs I know. 

ISTJ: I’m not sure I know any of you irl but if I’m right and my law professor is one I’d say I don’t really like you. You don’t have to be so practical, I mean, things are not black or white, there are like thousands of shades of grey between those too, don’t be so simple. I think you’re smart but omg don’t be so logical and don’t hate people so much.

ISFJ: you’re so sweet, so so sweet. It’s incredible how you can care so much about others and be all the time trying to fix them. You’re too kind and if you care you let people roll over you and that’s not okay. You’re worth so much more so start being a bit more selfish and understand sometimes you need to be fixed too.

ESTJ: you don’t have to be perfect, seriously, take it easy. You stress me when you try to control me and you don’t even listen to me. STOP. And sometimes it looks as if you couldn’t hold a deep conversation for more than ten minutes and it’s frustrating. However when you do (those unusual times) you surprise me. I could never work with you though.

ESFJ: if you’re going to do good things for people and rub them in then don’t do it. I mean I appreciate you but please, stop being so dramatic. And understand I’m different than you, I have different ideas, my brain works differently, I’m not as organized as you, and that’s okay. Everything you don’t share it’s not wrong. Anyway I admire your dedication and how caring you are, I truly do.

INTP: lol you’re a disaster. I relate to you a lot and I thing we could get along very well but we would probably never accomplish anything or get hit by a car while we’re on the street focused in our own world. But it would be so much fun.

INFP: you are mysterious and weird and you look super outspoken but them you’re reflective loners who don’t give a shit about other people. I think you see yourselves as super cool and super deep and you think you’re misunderstood but let me tell you, your not that special. You’re nice though.

ENTP: well what can I say, I’ve only had the chance to meet another ENTP in real life (and I suspect one of my professors is one too) and it’s like seeing myself in a mirror but I’m seeing things I didn’t see before. ENTPs are the most stubborn people I’ve ever met, like, arguments can last forever and you exhaust me. But you’re so cool and I like your conversations. Basically I’m even prouder now to be an ENTP than I was before (I’ll probably expand this in another post)

ENFP: I love your type, I really do. We get along very well, we are so similar in some things but different in others so we connect very well. I think you’d be better if you saw things from a less emotional perspective, I mean, things related to your life. Stop being so insecure because you’re really great.

ISFP: why do you all love to cook that much? You have a gift for that so keep doing it. You care about people but then you do whatever you want and don’t need anybody else. I think you have more emotions than you show and I’ve learned that you have sudden bursts of anger but they don’t last long.

ISTP: I don’t know any of you but if I let the stereotype guide me, you look so practical which could not really fit in with me but we could make a good team since you look independent too.

ESFP: stop being the class clown, stop wanting everybody to like you. Life is much more than the happiness of the moment. I could have fun with you but I don’t think I could form a deeper bond with you.

ESTP: you are so cool, you’re so authentic and smart and with clear ideas. You are independent and fun and I think you’re like a less complicated version of myself. I think you’re too resentful and sometimes you could use a little more empathy. But I like you, we could be very good friends.

The worst part about coming out publicly is not the negative response. There has been no negative reactions yet. 

No the worst parts are the people who give heart felt comments of support go back to joking with their transphobic friends about pronouns.

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as nasir mentioned before, eshe is a model. recently, she got a job for a natural photoshoot (no makeup) with her fellow company models (from left to right): epiphany, chrysanthemum (who everyone knows), and law.

amazonqueendianaprince  asked:

...or, you know, some of us think Cap is and was right about the whole thing because we're also opposed to the real-world implementation of similar fascist legislation such as The Patriot Act and it has nothing to do with liking him more?

That quote basically says, yes oversight is the right ethical and logical choice, but Cap is a good person, and that puts us in a quandary and I am saying that that is bad math.

It’s also a similar bad math that comes up in A LOT of 616 CW discussions, where Captain America himself (and the anti-reg side) essentially takes the position to non-metas that they should accept that metas occupy a position above the law/beyond equal prosecution by the law, because, you know, they’re different, and their circumstances are different, but you trust CAPTAIN AMERICA, riiiiight? Let the metas judge their own and police their own, what do you need the Constitutional right of equality under the law for? Obviously, this base position is immediately complicated by the clusterfuck of everything else in CW, but I’d argue that that’s deliberate. It’s one of the reasons I’m not a fan of the event, because I really like Cap, and I hate the things it makes him argue and I find them antithetical to him as a character.

I also don’t exactly get why so many people find a difference of opinion on a comics event, or, apparently, an actor’s opinion on an upcoming film none of us have seen as a personal challenge? I mean?? Yes I hate fascism? And the Patriot Act? And I think Cap’s political position is largely wrong in CW though I understand why, as the plot is manipulated, he fights? These things are not incompatible?

I get what you’re saying, but I’m responding to the quote as written and many, *many* other posts and comics CW itself, which initially sets up the problem as a constitutional legal problem of supers as American citizens whose identities allow them to avoid legal repercussions and prosecution and that’s constitutionally unacceptable under the law. Once that actually gets stated, there’s a problem.  

I’m not talking about the Patriot Act here, which I abhor, because it wasn’t part of the quote or what I was responding to, and I think the CW treatment of post-9/11 politics was really terrible, tone-deaf, and inconsistent in its understanding of xenophobia** and power dynamics. 

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anonymous asked:

That anon who talked about the tips being unfairly taken and split could very possibly be illegal. Everyone who works at a place where they receive tips needs to look up laws on that stuff and know their rights. Many companies will do shit only because no one has spoken up. Like making waitresses pay for walkouts (illegal in my state of WI), deducting tips as punishment (illegal here too), and making employees pay for accidental damage to property (illegal here too!!!).

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Break the Zone Challenge- “Literally everything about this is illegal”-less than 1000 words

Characters: Sam, Dean,. and Reader

words:779

St. Katherine’s Hospital St. Louis, MO

No one was paying any attention to the people in the dark car yelling at each other in the parking lot.  In fact, everyone was ignoring the raised voices emanating from the black Impala.  Folks were way too busy dealing with sickness and dying and all the other scary shit that happened at hospitals.

“I don’t like this one damn bit.” Dean Winchester muttered from the back seat, clutching his side.  He was very pale and sweating profusely.  The bandage on his side was saturated with blood.

I whipped around in the front seat to face him angrily. “If I wanted your opinion I’d ask for it, Dean! Those bite marks are infected and you know it! So unless you wanna go to the ER and try to explain them, I am doing this! Now sit back and shut the hell up!”

Dean scowled at me but said nothing.

I fiddled with the hospital ID pinned to my scrub top that Sam had made me at Kinko’s.

“There has to be another way..” Sam said in a worried voice.

I sighed. We’d had this conversation numerous times already. “There isn’t, Sam. He can’t go to the ER, and Cas is MIA. Dean needs serious antibiotics, and some heavy duty pain meds.”

Sam gave me his classic bitchface. “You know literally everything about this is illegal, right?”

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at him. “Yeah, because we’ve never broken the law before.”

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