the night of the living thread

the signs as Rick and Morty quotes
  • Aries: I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant, the rest is annoying garbage!
  • Taurus: Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the Shit Store and sell it, or put it in a Shit Museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
  • Gemini: Listen, I'm not the nicest guy in the universe because I'm the smartest, and being nice is something stupid people do to hedge their bets.
  • Cancer: Aw, man. I really liked this life. Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
  • Leo: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing.
  • Virgo: What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
  • Libra: Yeah sure, I mean, if you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.
  • Scorpio: I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior. If I were you I wouldn't pull that thread.
  • Sagittarius: You gotta flip 'em off, I told them it means "peace among worlds", how hilarious is that!
  • Capricorn: Don't waste your brain on those weirdos... They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful, and then because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful.
  • Aquarius: Okay, well...sometimes science is more art than science. Lot of people don't get that.
  • Pisces: Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?

There is someone sending people this copy and pasted message about my launchgood campaign for my uncle and in the case you see this, I just want everyone to know my uncle died last night awaiting his liver transplant he so desperately needed and we fully intend on giving back the 17 479 dollars we raised for him.

As for the accusations: I have provided every possible piece of documentation illustrating his need for a transplant without sacrificing my uncle’s family’s dignity and I am willing to provide more thorough documentation (as I said in the launchgood post itself) if you send me an email at zanabism@gmail.com.

Not only did I not delete any of my posts (you can see them all on my blog) and not only did I fully answer all questions about the matter (those are also on my blog if you search through my asks) and not only are we FULLY returning each and every donation–but my uncle DIED last night. His family’s lives are destroyed and they’ve done every humiliating thing to prove that he needed the transplant that caused his death.

I’m being told I should not care about these messages but there is apparently a Reddit thread using my uncle’s name as an example of internet scams?? I am so heartbroken that my beloved and loving uncle didnt get the lifesaving treatment he deserved but now he is being slandered after he actually died??

Please stop spreading these messages and literally reach out to me if you have any questions I am willing to answer all of them. This wasn’t a scam, we’re returning the money to everyone and all the documentation of my uncle’s transplant can be found here: launchgood.com/SaveShabahat

Hiraeth | Pt.12

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Words: 6,357.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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I understand that health care has evolved into a grossly lucrative business and that greedy businessmen/women are going to work the system in their favor - no matter the cost to others.

But there are peoples lives on the line here. How do they sleep at night?

Edit: that was a rhetorical question. I’m sure they sleep soundly, on sheets with a million thread counts, in one of their many bedrooms, in one of their billion dollar homes.

Date the boy made of needles who lives inside your closets and under your rugs. He’s made of every pin and needle ever lost in your home, and he grew up with you, amassing form every time your parents tried to teach you to sew. He can’t talk, but when he moves he sounds like light rain and little bells and wind chimes. He mends your clothes at night with the help of the thread snakes in the carpet, and he’ll sew you presents, if you let him. He’ll never embrace you; he could not bear to hurt you, but he wants you to know that he loves you.

So what if those two boys from Columbus didn’t take a chance? What if they looked at the path in front of them, and turned back. What if Tyler’s dream of music stayed just that: a dream. 

Where would we find them, if none of this had happened?

Would Tyler just be the boy that checked out your groceries? Would we find him living out his life in Columbus, barely scraping by, hanging onto the last remaining threads of a dream he once had. Would we find him awake late at night, unable to get a melody out of his head, but insisting to himself that “i need to sleep, i have work tomorrow.” Would we find him married and happy, but constantly wondering “is there more to this. Is there something more I could do.” Would we find his notebooks filled with unsung song lyrics: bits and pieces of Addict with a Pen, Goner, Ode to Sleep, strewn out in phrases, ideas, and sketches. Bits of songs that were never given the chance to materialize into something more. 

Would we find Josh working behind the counter of a drum store. Would there be pages of drum and drumstick sketches beneath the cash register: ideas for his own designs back when he had almost enough money to make it happen. Would we hear the jangle of a bell as a young boy comes in, and finds Josh, the most tattooed man in the store. And just like young Josh, would the boy come in and sit down at the drums, immediately transported to a concert as he closes his eyes and invents the beat. Would we find Josh glancing over the live concerts playing on the tv, wondering if maybe that could have been him. If only he had taken the leap. If only he had taken the chance. If only his voice didn’t give way, if only his knees didn’t buckle at the very thought of being on stage. Would he go home to a loving family, and tell himself “I am content.” Would we find him staring at the pink sky as it fades into night, desperately wishing he could articulate the feeling the world gives him. Desperately wishing someone could understand the art that floods his mind.

Or maybe we wouldn’t find them at all.

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Greek Mythology SeriesDay Three

The Fates  There are three conjoined Fates, robed in white, whom Erebus begot on Night: by name Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Of these, Atropos is the smallest in stature, but the most terrible. 

Zeus, who weighs the lives of men and informs the Fates of his decisions, can, it is said, change his mind and intervene to save whom he pleases, when the thread of life, spun on Clotho’s spindle, and measured by the rod of Lachesis, is about to be snipped by Atropos’s shears. Indeed, men claim that they themselves can, to some degree, control their own fates by avoiding unnecessary dangers. The younger gods, therefore, laugh at the Fates, and some say that Apollo once mischievously made them drunk in order to save his friend Admetus from death.

Others hold, on the contrary, that Zeus himself is subject to the Fates, as the Pythian priestess once confessed in an oracle; because they are not his children, but parthenogenous daughters of the Great Goddess Necessity, against whom not even the gods contend, and who is called ‘The Strong Fate’. 

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anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

Cans and Can’ts of Ramadaan ♥

Sometimes it is just confusing, so this is here to, in shaa Allah, help you out ♥

Q: Can I use eyedrops or the Sunnah Kohl (eyeliner) during fast?

A: According to the most popular view, it does not.

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen said:

Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyah was of the view that kohl does not break the fast, not even if the taste of the kohl reaches the throat. He said, this is not called food or drink, and it is not like food or drink, and it does not have the same effect as food or drink. There is no saheeh hadeeth from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) which expressly indicates that kohl breaks the fast, and the basic principle is that it does not break the fast. An act of worship remains valid unless it is proven that it is invalidated. What he said is correct, even if a person can taste it in his throat. Based on the view favoured by Shaykh al-Islam, if a person puts drops in his eyes whilst fasting and tastes it in his throat, that does not break his fast.
(Al-Sharh al-Mumti’, 6/382)

Q: If I take wudu (abolition) and rinse my mouth, do I have no spit out all traces of water so that I do not swallow any

A: No, spit out the unnecessary water in your mouth, but do not spit constantly so much it becomes unreasonable. 

Q: Can I use moisturiser on my face?

A: Yes you can

Q: If I eat something by accident, do I break my fast?

A: No, you may continue fasting

Narrated Abu Huraira:
The Prophet (pbuh) said:
“If somebody eats or drinks forgetfully then he should complete his fast, for what he has eaten or drunk, has been given to him by Allah.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I wear makeup during fast?

A: If you are around non-Mahram men, then you cannot.

“And not to show off their adornment.” 
Quran (24:31)
And do not display yourselves like that of the times of ignorance.”
Quran (33:33)

Q: Can I wear makeup after Iftar, infront of non-Mahram men, because then I am not fasting?

A: Please read above Q&A

Q: Is rudeness in behavior and/or speech tolerated in Ramadaan?

A: No

Narrated Abu Huraira:
The Prophet (ﷺ) said,
“Whoever does not give up forged speech and evil actions, Allah is not in need of his leaving his food and drink (i.e. Allah will not accept his fasting.)”
(Sahih al –Bukhari)

Q: Can I kiss and embrace (not have sexual relation) my husband/wife while I am fasting?

A: Yes, regarding your self-control

Narrated `Aisha:

The Prophet (pbuh) used to kiss and embrace (his wives) while he was fasting, and he had more power to control his desires than any of you.
Said Jabir: “The person who gets discharge after casting a look (on his wife) should complete his fast.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Narrated Hisham’s father:
Aisha said, “Allah’s Messenger (pbuh) used to kiss some of his wives while he was fasting,” and then she smiled.
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I have sexual relations with my husband/wife during the nights of Ramadaan, after Iftar?

A: Yes, as Allah SWT says in the Quran

It is made lawful for you to have sexual relations with your wives on the night of As-Sawm(the fasts).
They are Libaas [i.e. body-cover, or screen, or Sakan (i.e. you enjoy the pleasure of living with them] for you and you are the same for them. 
Allah knows that you used to deceive yourselves, so He turned to you (accepted your repentance) and forgave you. So now have sexual relations with them and seek that which Allah has ordained for you (offspring), and eat and drink until the white thread (light) of dawn appears to you distinct from the black thread (darkness of night), then complete your Sawm (fast) till the nightfall”
Quran (2:187)

Q: Can we skip Suhur and sleep instead?

A: It is not preferred

Narrated Anas bin Malik:
The Prophet (ﷺ) said,
“Take Suhur as there is a blessing in it.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I delay Iftar?

A: No

Narrated Sahl bin Sa`d:
Allah’s Messenger (pbuh) said,
“The people will remain on the right path as long as they hasten the breaking of the fast.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Should I feel insulted when people eat and drink infront of me?

A: No

If you have any other questions about Ramadaan, please drop me a message in the ask-box and I will in shaa Allah get back to you ♥

I wish you a wonderful, Emaan increasing, Barakah reaping, happy, joyous and fruitful Ramadaan, Ameen ♥

The Anatomy of a Blowjob

please place all blame squarely on the shoulders of @caramelkru WHERE IT BELONGS

rated M
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If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.

For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.

Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.

Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.

Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.

[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???

[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??

His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.

The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,

[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???

He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.

[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group

[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this

[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?

[9:30pm] Clarke: so like, was it hard??

[9:30pm] Clarke: pun intended lmao

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I had a strange dream last night: I was looking up at the sky, and it was very, very light, and soft; and high, high above me it seemed to be slowly boiling, like light that had materialized, like the fibres of a sunlit fabric, like silken, living stitches in a piece of Japanese embroidery. And those tiny fibres, light-bearing, living threads, seemed to be moving and floating and becoming like birds, hovering, so high up that they could never be reached. So high that if the birds were to lose feathers the feathers wouldn’t fall, they wouldn’t come down to the earth, they would fly upwards, be carried off and vanish from our world forever. And soft, enchanted music was flowing down from that great height. The music seemed to sound like the chiming of little bells; or else the birds’ chirping was like music. ‘They’re storks’, I suddenly heard someone say, and I woke up.
—  Andrei Tarkovsky, Time Within Time: The Diaries 1970-1986
Immortal Trini Headcanons

by @penvision @fueledbysegovia @trinisgayforkimberly and @wonder-rangers

- Trini is 250 years old when she and four teenagers become Power Rangers
- Give or take a few years (she can never remember anymore and has to do the math in her head)
- She is able to hide her immortality from the others for a year or two

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anonymous asked:

What do you think living with Harry would be like? ( gonna come back for more like this :))). )

Oh, gosh. It would be bliss, wouldn’t it?

It would be early mornings spent whispering to one another in bed, even though there’s no fear of disturbing anyone with how loudly you talk. It would be lazy afternoons with classic vinyl records on repeat as you meandered through novels you’d meant to finish months ago. It would be evenings on the couch, watching movies with your feet in his lap, brushing a hand through his hair when you get up to refill your drinks. It would be nights settling into the covers, going over your schedules for the next day.

It would be frustrating, too. Telling him to pick up the socks he’s tossed towards the hamper, yet hadn’t actually made sure they’d landed in the hamper. Grumbling when he forgot to tell you that the milk had run out, so you’re left with a bowl of dry cereal. Finding out that he’d pocketed your favorite lip balm after he tried it and liked it. Coming home to find that he’d left the bathroom fan on after getting out of the shower. Your t-shirts would be wrinkled - right along with his - after he’d forgotten to take the clothes out of the dryer when it had buzzed.

But, even through those moments of frustration, you know the good outweighs the bad. The good is listening for his footsteps stomp through the kitchen when he’s back from a long trip. The good is being able to catch his eye in the mirror as the two of you are brushing your teeth before bed. The good is not having to decide whose place you’d be staying at that night. The good is seeing your collection of movies, books, and music coexist with his on the same shelves. The good is picking out paint colors together, trying out couches, deciding on the proper thread-count of your sheets.

The best part of living with Harry, though? The best part is saying “home” and knowing that it means the same for both of you.

Open Wide (Doyoung x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Aloha, guys!! I’m back with some super tasty Doyoung smut, requested by an anon who understands that we. need. more. Doyoung! This scenario is where you’re just casually watching a movie when…uh oh, Doyoungie is a bit touchy! Also. I DON’T KNOW WHY IT TURNED INTO A DADDY KINK SCENARIO, BUT IT DID AND I’M EMBRACING IT. Enjoy!

Originally posted by taesyong

The winter storm warning alert you had received on your phone earlier that day certainly wasn’t wrong, nor did it disappoint. The ground was already completely covered in white and the darkening sky was blocked out with puffy grey clouds that shed snowflakes the size of dinner plates. Luckily for you, you were currently snuggled underneath your favorite blanket in your cozy living room while your boyfriend prepared dinner diligently in the kitchen.

You could hear Doyoung humming softly to himself as you stood up from your blanket cacoon to see what he was close to finished. You loved watching your boyfriend in the kitchen, his broad shoulders shifting underneath his red long sleeve shirt as he carefully tasted the soup. He wasn’t surprised to find you barely hovering behind him, a smirk on his face as he held out the spoon to you, “Open wide.”

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anonymous asked:

Is this net neutrality issue very similar to the one that happened in 2015 or are there different factors being threatened?

The current net neutrality debate is an extension of the same net neutrality debate we’ve been having for years. The very short recent history of net neutrality looks something like this: In 2010, the Federal Communications Commission (a government agency that has the authority to regulate communications, such as radio and telephone networks) passed rules preventing Internet service providers from discriminating against or blocking websites that refused to pay for access to end users. In 2014, in response to a lawsuit Verizon filed challenging these rules, a federal court held that the rules weren’t valid because FCC didn’t show that it had the authority to enact rules limiting what ISPs can do to particular Internet traffic. In 2015, after over a year of debate about what the FCC should do next, the FCC enacted even stronger rules than those it passed in 2010, relying on a different source of authority to overcome the legal problem with its 2010 rules. In 2016, a federal court upheld these new net neutrality rules. Today, under new leadership, the FCC wants to undo the rules it put in place in 2015 and basically get rid of net neutrality rules altogether, allowing ISPs to charge websites to communicate with ISP customers and block access to websites that don’t pay. So, in 2015, we were arguing about whether the FCC should put in place weak rules or strong rules (it ended up choosing strong rules), and today, we are arguing about whether the FCC should get rid of those strong rules and instead have basically no rules at all.

It’s the same policy issue, but the positions are reversed — instead of trying to enact rules that protect consumers, the FCC is trying to take those rules down. The rhetoric has changed a lot though: in 2015 most of the big ISPs argued that they should have the right to throttle traffic and charge for fast lanes, but this time around they’re all saying they believe in core net neutrality principles, just not how the FCC has implemented them under Title II.

Comcast and others have even suggested that what we really need is a new net neutrality law passed in Congress, which is very well-intentioned and completely naive because our current Congress can’t pass a bag of M&Ms, let alone a sweeping piece of internet regulation.

This change in tone is probably because most consumers really distrust their ISPs, and net neutrality rules are really popular. So the ISPs are all trying to thread the needle of saying they want to abide by the rules without actually having rules — FCC Chairman Ajit Pai has proposed that every ISP simply promise to uphold net neutrality principles in their terms of service agreements, for example.

It all strikes me as exceedingly silly, like something stoned college freshman would talk about late at night: how can we have laws without really having laws, man? It’s funny, but it’s not any way to make policy around something as important to our lives and economy as internet access.

What is going on today at the FCC is directly related to what happened in 2015. After nearly a year of public comment (with nearly 4 million comments filed) and deliberation, the FCC in 2015 adopted the strongest-ever net neutrality rules grounded in the strongest legal authority (Title II of the Communications Act of 1934). These rules prohibit Internet Service Providers (ISPs) from discriminating against or favoring any content, service or applications. A federal court in Washington, DC upheld these rules specifically because they were grounded in the strongest legal authority

The Trump FCC has started a proceeding to repeal the 2015 rules and reverse the determination that placed ISPs under Title II. Nobody is asking for these changes other than the ISPs themselves – Comcast, AT&T, Verizon and Charter. In fact, a poll released yesterday showed that nearly 80% of Americans support the 2015 rules.

What is being threatened by the FCC’s current actions are the rules that the public fought so hard to obtain in 2015 – rules that are both popular and effective and under which ISPs continue to make huge profits and investments.

The issue is the same in that the underlying protections that all of us advocated for (that are now law) are under threat of being removed.

In 2015, the FCC set out to resolve two major issues. The first issue was what should network neutrality rules look like and what activities by ISPs will they cover. The second issue was what is the legal status of broadband companies since they have changed dramatically from the 90s when the Communications Act was originally passed (this is commonly referred to the Title I vs. Title II of the Communications Act issue). Title I of the Communications Act was originally designed for a time when your ISP was also your edge service provider (for those of us old enough to remember, think AOL/Prodigy times). Title II of the Communications Act applies to services that solely transit information (also referred to as common carriers), which back in the day was really just telephone service before broadband became what it is today. The final decision by the FCC was to declare broadband as Title II common carriers and to institute network neutrality rules for them based on their legal status.

Today, the new FCC Chairman Ajit Pai has made it clear he does not think broadband service is a common carrier service. As a result, his plan opens the door to allow ISPs to block websites, throttle services, and outright discriminate between services all in the name of “innovation.” This time, the threat is coming from a federal agency whose original job is to protect the public interest and it is being done in concert with companies like Comcast, AT&T, and Verizon, who stand to gain the most from being freed of any obligation to treat Internet traffic neutrally.

A little legal background may be in order here. ISPs keep trying to argue that they should be seen as a “website” rather than what they really are, a telecommunications service. They want that because then they won’t have to abide by net neutrality rules since the federal courts have ruled that net neutrality only applies to telecommunications services. No one thinks ISPs are websites, yet even the current FCC is trying to argue that ISPs are websites so that they can help ISPs slash net neutrality rules.

In 2015, the last FCC under a different chairman did the right thing after we helped send 4 million comments to the FCC saying that we want the most legally defensible way to protect net neutrality. They then changed the way they classify broadband Internet from an “information service” (like a website or a television channel==obviously false) to a “telecommunications service” (like landline telephone==obviously true). To take away net neutrality, ISPs are back arguing that they are more like websites than telephone systems, and the new FCC Chairman is so closely tied to the industry that he thinks their argument makes sense. That’s how corrupt this whole debate has gotten in D.C.

So, yes, this is similar to what was at stake in 2015. ISPs like Comcast are still trying to get powers to throttle the Internet so they can charge special fees. We are now defending the only legally defensible rules guaranteeing net neutrality, which millions of Internet users fought for and won in 2015.

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“IN CONCLUSION So many people are going to kill me for this RIP @ myself Worth it though.”

HELLO

I had a chat with @ContactWSSH for over 2 hours.

It was enlightening. I’m sleep-deprived and dying so I must sleep but I put a thread on Twitter for now with some Main Stuff. Amongst it is their cred.

I’m linking to the last tweet so that the thread stays intact with no mentions breaking it up. Also, feel free to check out my Twitter in general for tweets… not in the thread? Answering questions or whatever.

You want to click this link. I’m not repeating myself tbh sjkdnfjkgn sorry I’m delirious but the link will explain

Also I WILL post a full transcript of the chat sometime tomorrow. Extremely sorry for the wait. Sleep, work, etc. I gotta live… somehow…

THANKS GOODNIGHT I’m dead

bonus:

smh thanks Eugeny 

this web 🙄

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(A/N: This installment contains potentially triggering content.)

In the cramped cabin of the biplane, Scully shuts her eyes and seizes Mulder’s fingers, weak in the chokehold of fear. Her heart palpitates in her throat, images of freefall and fire streaking through her mind; rogue winds, engine failure, burned corpses in the dirt. 

Up in the wide and treacherous sky, he rubs his thumb along the back of her hand, steady and solid as old oak. 

Kroner, Kansas. A fraudulent meteorokinetic with a spray tan and a wooden leg. A mini-twister hurls a heifer through the motel roof, and then Mulder’s in her bed, all hands, all tongue, his late-night scruff brutalizing the sensitive skin of her neck. 

Tonight. It’s going to be tonight. She should have asked him in Nevada… 

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In Bed With A Wolf

Hey guys!! My first #jonerys fanfic!! XD I’m super excited about it so I hope you guys like it :) 

Rating: Mature

Words: 2400+

Chapter 1: “In Bed With A Wolf”

Daenerys awoke peacefully for the first time since her child’s death. Each night had been filled with terrors in her dreams, no matter which tonic she chose to ingest before bed. This morning was different. This time she was not alone.

           Jon Snow’s chest rose and fell upon her bare breast, warmth radiating off him in waves. She wondered if this was how it felt to sleep with those dire wolves he was telling her about. Ghost used to take up the half of the bed, Jon had told her on one of their walks, but the Wall is cold and the other men were jealous I had the warmest sleeping partner. He had tried to wink at her, although it was more of a twitch and both eyes closed. How easy it was to laugh with him even if the world was crumbling beneath her feet.

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Blattella Germanica

Summary:  A quick fix it fic set in a nebulous future after 6.15 where Emma and Killian have been reunited. A way to reconcile the events of those episodes in a way that doesn’t retread old ground and helps better explain behavior. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1600+

Notes:  A belated gift for @gentlesleaze  hopefully this helps make up for some of the salt you received instead. I’m sure I’ll write you something better one day but I hope you like this blurb. 

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There was something to be said for reunion sex. Explosive tangles of lips and teeth and limbs. Aggressive clawing and slapping flesh, just all consuming need, I miss you, I love you, I’m so happy you’re back. Saying with her body what she couldn’t put into words, I’m sorry spoken in the rough tug of his hair, forgive me painted in teeth along his neck, I’m with you in the rough slide and rasp of skin on skin.

Afterwards was harder. Sweat drying and breath calming and the words wouldn’t come. Goodnight whispered into her hair, slow measured breaths as he gave into exhaustion. Her ring winking mockingly in the light of the moon through the window.

“I love you.”

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These Masks We Wear

“Behind every mask there is a face, and behind that a story.” ― Marty Rubin

@theadamantdaughter || Closed Thread || These Sins We Commit || These Hopes We Hold || These Lives We’ve Lost || These Lies We Believe  || These Hearts We Deceive 

It had been only one week since Katara returned to Caldera, the capitol of the Fire Nation. Zuko worked in the palace by day, accompanied by his dear girlfriend, and went back to her seaside apartment by night. He didn’t mind the routine, he actually liked it. He was able to create more of a separation between his work and personal life. He was able to rest easier, not thinking about all the work he had, he could just unwind beside Katara. He felt safe there with her, too. They kept it secret– their location, and whereabouts. When they went back to the palace, they took clandestine routes and backroads and alleyways. They were then dropped off in the city’s circle and walked to the palace, greeting the civilians. Zuko quite enjoyed the routine.

He was so glad to have her back, too. Zuko missed seeing her bright face every day, rolling over to have her beside him, talking to her about everything and everything. He was relieved she was back at his side, after being terrified he’d lost the love of his life forever due to an outside force. Their mission still stood. They were still after the culprits who were behind trying to separate them, and Zuko was still trying to weed out why– why would they want them apart.

They were once again, walking, surrounded by guards to the palace. There was always a crowd of people, shouting and waving, and the two of them had to plaster on a smile, and wave to their people, not that they minded. It was just the fear. There was so much going on, it was impossible for the guards to make this foolproof. 

Zuko clutched Katara closer, licking his lips, continuing to smile and wave to the people. He got distracted by a little girl, and his eyes softened from their programmed stare. She was yelling, and giggling, reaching out. Zuko chuckled warmly, and gave Katara’s hand a squeeze, a nod of reassurance as he walked over to her. “Zuko! Zuko!” cried the little girl. Zuko was caught by her young age, and the innocent way she called his name with no formalities or titles. 

“Hello there, what would your name be?” Zuko said to her, and she smiled brightly, giggling and looking over to her mother who bowed and offered an apology for what she described as her daughter’s brashness. Zuko laughed, shaking his head, telling the mother it was quite all right. Zuko reached to his pocket to pull out a comb he was going to gift the young girl, but that was when he froze– struck. 

Zuko collapsed, and guards swarmed over him. There was an arrow, shot in his upper shoulder blade. Zuko cursed aloud, biting his lip in pain. He looked up to the guards, wincing, breathing heavy in sharp pain. “Get… Get Katara inside– now! Clear the crowds! Get them to safety! Get Katara to safety first! Then the rest of  you usher the people, then find this coward– immediately!” Zuko ordered, as he himself was lifted by a swarm of guards, and rushed to the safety of the palace.