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ifuje2o7htkd · 1 year

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yremn6xpunff · 1 year

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lazysoftmilk · 6 months

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I haven't determined their exact height yet but one thing I do know is that they are quite tall or very tall.

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an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y · 6 months

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Woops, the spider fell into its own web >:]

yeah this artstyles a fucking keeper

#elijah parker #sfw tickle community #anoms art >:]#sfw tickles #atsv tickle #atsv tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle art #lee!elijah

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mostlysignssomeportents · 5 days

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Joseph Cox’s “Dark Wire”

NEXT WEEKEND (June 7–9), I'm in AMHERST, NEW YORK to keynote the 25th Annual Media Ecology Association Convention and accept the Neil Postman Award for Career Achievement in Public Intellectual Activity.

No one was better positioned to tell the tale of the largest sting operation in world history than veteran tech reporter Joseph Cox, and tell it he did, in Dark Wire, released today:

https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/joseph-cox/dark-wire/9781541702691/

Cox – who was one of Motherboard's star cybersecurity reporters before leaving to co-found 404 Media – has spent years on the crimephone beat, tracking vendors who sold modded phones (first Blackberries, then Android phones) to criminal syndicates with the promise that they couldn't be wiretapped by law-enforcement.

It's possible that some of these phones were secure over long timescales, but all the ones we know about are ones that law enforcement eventually caught up with, usually by capturing the company's top founders explicitly stating that the phones were sold to assist in the commission of crimes, and admitting to remote-wiping phones to obstruct law-enforcement options. It's hard to prove intent but it gets a lot easier when the criminal puts that intent into writing (that's true of tech executives, too!):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

But after a particularly spectacular bust landed one of the top crimephone sales reps in the FBI's power, they got a genuinely weird idea: why not start their own crimephone company?

The plan was to build an incredibly secure, best-of-breed crimephone, one with every feature that a criminal would want to truly insulate themselves from law enforcement while still offering everything a criminal could need to plan and execute crimes.

They would tap into the network of crimephone distributors around the world, not telling them who they were truly selling for – nor that every one of these phones had a back-door that allowed law-enforcement to access every single message, photo and file.

This is the beginning of an incredible tale that is really two incredible tales. The first is the story of the FBI and its partners as they scaled up Anom, their best-of-breed crimephone business. This is a (nearly) classic startup tale, full of all-nighters, heroic battles against the odds, and the terror and exhilaration of "hockey-stick" growth.

The difference between this startup and the others we're already familiar with is obvious: the FBI and its global partners are acting under a totally different set of constraints to normal startup founders. For one thing, their true mission and identity must be kept totally secret. For another, they have to navigate the bureaucratic barriers of not one, but many governments and their courts, constitutions and procedures.

Finally, there are the stakes: while the bulk of the crimes that the FBI targets with Anom are just the usual futile war-on-drugs nonsense (albeit at a never-before seen scale), they also routinely encounter murders, kidnappings, tortures, firebombings, and other serious crimes, either in the planning phase, or after they have been committed. They have to make moment-to-moment calls about when and whether to do something about these, as each action taken based on intercepts from Anom threatens to tip the FBI's hand.

That's one of the startup stories in Cox's book. The other one is the crime startup, the one that the hapless criminal syndicates that sign up to distribute Anom devices find themselves in the middle of. They, too, are experiencing hockey-stick growth. They, too, have a fantastically lucrative tiger by the tail. And they, too, have a unique set of challenges that make this startup different from any other.

The obvious difference is that they are involved in global criminal conspiracies. They have to both grow and remain hidden. The tradecraft and skullduggery are fascinating, in the manner of any great crime procedural tale. But there's another constraint: these criminals are competing with one another to corner the market on these incredibly lucrative phones. Being part of violent, global criminal conspiracies, they don't confine themselves to the normal Silicon Valley crimes of violating antitrust law – they are engaged in all-out warfare.

These two startups are, of course, the same startup, but only one side knows it. As Cox weaves these two tales together – along with glimpses into the lives of the hapless gig-work developers in Asia who are developing and maintaining the Anom platform – we get front seat in a series of high-speed, high-stakes near-collisions between these two groups.

And it's not always the cops who have the advantage. When an ambitious mobster figures out how to clone the "black boxes" that initialize new Anom phones, the FBI are caught flatfooted as the number of Anom devices in the hands of criminals balloons, producing a volume of intercepts that vastly exceeds their processing capacity.

Cox has been on this story for a decade, and it shows. He has impeccable sourcing and encyclopedic access to the court records and other public details that allow him to reproduce many of the most dramatic scenes in the Anom caper verbatim. This really shines in the final section of the book, when the FBI and its partners decide to roll up the company with a series of global arrests that culminate in a triumphant press-conference in which the true masters of Anom are revealed.

As a privacy and encryption advocate, there were moments in this story that made me a little uncomfortable. There are places where the FBI is chafing at the constitutional limits on its surveillance powers where we can't help buy sympathize with these "good guys" going after "bad guys." But this the the FBI, a lawless, unaccountable secret police who routinely bypass those limits by secretly buying data from sleazy data-brokers, or illegally sharing data with the NSA.

The conclusion really hammers home the point that the FBI's problem isn't constitutional niceties. Despite seizing hundreds of tons of illegal drugs and arresting thousands of high-ranking criminal syndicate bosses, Anom made no difference in the drug trade. Prohibition, after all, just makes criminals more wealthy and powerful. The Anom raids were, at worst, the cost of doing business – and at best, they were a global reset that cleared the board of established actors so that other criminals could seize their turf.

But even though Anom didn't triumph over crime, Dark Wire is a triumph. The book's out today, and there will shortly be a Netflix adaptation based on it, directed by Jason Bateman:

https://deadline.com/2022/09/jason-bateman-netflix-21-laps-dark-wire-surveillance-gangs-movie-1235130444/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/04/anom-nom-nom/the-call-is-coming-from-inside-the-ndrangheta

#pluralistic #anom #crypto wars #lawful interception #crimephones #joseph cox #books #technothrillers #reviews #gift guide

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socialistexan · 17 days

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Well, I found the Disney press release plant disguised as an opinion article in response to Jenny Nicholson's 4-hour video on the Star Wars Hotel. I feel like the need to even call it by the official name that Disney insisted on every person involved with the experience call it is enough to give away the game.

Like, if this wasn't a direct response then the timing could not have been worse.

Like, it's not even like Jenny only talked about the negatives and spent the whole time bashing the very concept. She mentioned things she liked pretty frequently, it's just the execution of the idea was poor and it was extremely obvious that Disney was cutting corners at literally every single possible turn while also nickel and dining you on what was supposed to be a luxury experience.

Which is kind of indicative of how Disney has ran in the last 10 or so years, and especially in the Chapek-era. They have spent all this time coasting on the reputation they built from the 60's to early 10's for a quality product and I feel like that good will is gone now.

#really the only positive thing from this disney era has been more visible lgbtq support #and attempts at correcting some of its problematic history #we're just now coming out of the creative rut the anomation division but even then im not sure #maybe encanto was the outlier in a sea of mediocrity #and like im fully a self admited disney adult but in the Defunctland way not the insta influencer way #i watch old disney world ride through videos for fun #my room is covered is disney parks merch especially figment #and even i can see the issues clearly

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deltarunegirl · 3 months

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there

based on this post

#lemon demon #Neil cicierega #my art #i guess #idk how to anomate lol

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themisterhip · 11 months

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Mandela Catalogue x Miguel O'Hara

(I need more of this concept pls aaa)

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windyreads · 3 months

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Here is a link to sign a petition for stopping kosa:

https://chng.it/bvxXrZWTHW

Why stop it? To reduce suicide rates in lgbtq+ communities, the most excessive censuring of information about things like sex ed, palestine, war, pregnancy, politics, etc.

#stop kosa #end kosa #kosa #kids online safety act #is only an act #it's not real #this will end safespaces #and anomity

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flowersandbigteeth · 5 months

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Now I’m just thinking of how funny it’d be if nymph reader wasn’t informed that nymphs “hibernate” so she goes to play outside in the first snow.

Lo and behold she suddenly gets sleepy and topples over face first into the snow, and Clark could be heard screaming comedically in the distance as he runs to reader at Mach 20. Picking her up effortlessly and rushing back into the house to set her in front of the fireplace with loads of furs and blankets, all done in like a millisecond.

There’d be so many cute shenanigans now happening during “sleepy season.”

Awwwwwe that's so adorable 😍 I feel like he'd either find her flat on the ground, like you said, or she groggily finds herself stumbling into a bear cave to pass out next to the hibernating bear because warmth. Clark is frantically looking for her everywhere, finally carefully extracting her from said bear to bring her back inside so he can bathe her in flea shampoo. 🐻

#sweet anoms #sweet asks #sweet anons #my oc

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t34-mt · 7 months

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Birth tomorrow

#ouuuh scary #no its ok #shitpost #also laptop back to life ill try to do speedpaints for that anom #ms paint one and a krita if i feel funny

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batmanie · 2 days

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maybe 43. “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.” with ak scriddler..? only if u want to of course

Uncharacteristically quiet, Edward was resting in Scarecrow’s favorite spot on the tattered corduroy couch. The said, sorry piece of furniture was placed in the middle of the claustrophobic, windowless space that was the Master of Fear’s current ‘base of operations’. A storage unit for rent wasn’t really meant for people to live in, which made it a perfectly good hideout – or so Jonathan Crane thought.

Yet, the Riddler had apparently found it with ease.

The man in green was sitting with his arms crossed, saying nothing – looking like a ticking bomb about to explode. It bothered Crane a bit, but not as much as it thrilled him. Unusual behavior in his patients had always been his favorite subject to study.

He didn’t ask Nigma a single thing as he joined him on the couch, he simply watched the man taking off his heavy boots and stretching out his legs – making himself comfortable as if he owned the place.

Coming to Scarecrow’s lair tonight was not a part of their arrangement. They used to schedule quick hookups every now and then, but this visit was a surprise.

In fact, Jonathan would have thought Edward to lay low for a while, especially after his recent break out from Arkham. Riddler seeking out Scarecrow and then not proposing any scheme, and not even saying what he wanted? It didn’t quite add up.

Curious, doctor Crane tried to be discrete as he studied the man’s face for more answers.

Perhaps this silent treatment was a game of sorts? Knowing Riddler, everything was but a game, and the childish man never wanted to lose.

Recently, there were rumors about the Riddler getting ill, refusing to eat and suddenly collapsing in his cell at the asylum. Rumors had it, the man had been hospitalized, however, this seemed to be the part of Edward’s escape plan as he had broken out from the medical wing, no longer than a few days after these events.

Edward didn’t look sick, he looked like he always did with his wrinkled forehead, short brown hair and his clean-shaven chin. But he was too quiet. His gaze, usually intense, seemed kind of absent – or maybe he deliberately avoided Crane’s preying eyes?

He didn’t look sick but he did look stressed out, clutching both his elbows with his trembling fingers. He was holding his breath, as if he waited for the right moment to say something reckless.

Jon knew something was up, yet, he didn’t care to ask.

Finally, after a few long minutes passing between them in a complete silence, Riddler decided to speak up. “I… I’m here to…” he faltered and bit down his lower lip.

Jon had never seen Edward struggling to share his mind like this before.

“You’re tense,” he stated the obvious, cutting Nigma off and making him turn his head to look at Jon. There was a hint of surprise in his gaze. Surprise and something else, akin to sadness.

“I have to tell you…”

“Don’t,” Jon interrupted, trying to keep his voice neutral but it still came out rude.

Edward stared at him, eyes wide. Shocked? Or a little scared maybe?

“It can wait,” Jon added, this time much softer. “I can see you’re quite stressed out, darlin’.”

He reached out to touch Edward’s left arm, to feel how tense his body was under his green blazer.

“Your muscles are in knots. Let me rub you down first.”

There was an unspoken question in Riddler’s eyes, and even more hesitation in his body language.

The man licked his own lips and sighed heavily. “Fine,” he nodded, lacking any signs of appreciation for Jon’s generous offer.

Scarecrow stood up from his own couch, making space for Nigma to lay down on his stomach across the dirty cushions.

Burying his face in the fabric of a pillow, Edward hid himself from the world, and from Jonathan’s gaze.

The doctor didn’t mind, he approached his guest from behind, trying to straddle his back, however, with his stiff, injured left leg dangling from the couch, this position turned out to be extremely uncomfortable for Scarecrow.

He didn’t say a word of complaint, and in return he heard a muffled sound of discomfort coming from the man beneath him. A pleasant little noise, indicating that Jonathan’s body weight, unimpressive as it was, still didn’t go unnoticed.

Getting to the task, Jon placed both hands on Edward’s back, letting him get used to the touch. After a second or two, he moved his long, slender palms up to the man’s upper back. Making small circles, he concentrated on the neck muscles, pressing a little harder wherever he felt stiffness.

He was patient and methodical in his work, as he knew patience was everything when dealing with the Riddler. And in due time, he got results.

Edward visibly relaxed, his body became less tense and more accustomed to Jonathan’s touch. The small sounds of pain and discomfort turned into relieved exhales. Jon was pleased with his work.

He was starting to like this new, silent Edward, who for once was not arguing or correcting Jon. He thought, he could get an advantage from Riddler’s unexpected visit, and his strangely agreeable mood. There was more than one way to help him relax, and why not making this evening enjoyable for both of them?

He was playing with this tempting idea in his head when he noticed something worrying. Edward’s breathing pattern had changed, suddenly turning uneven.

Scarecrow paused, observing Riddler’s reaction with a hint of concern.

The man, who so far kept his both arms buried under the cushion, now had them trembling slightly. His face was still hidden from Crane, but judging by the sounds he made, it seemed that Nigma was… sobbing?

This caught Scarecrow off-guard. A display of emotions, not triggered by his fear toxin, was not something that happened often between the two of them. They weren’t even that close. They might have this friends with benefits relationship going, but it was always more about the benefits than being friends.

Confused, Crane froze in place. Was he supposed to do something? Say something? Or just walk away?

The situation at hand took him far out of his comfort zone. He was unwilling to deal with Nigma’s emotional crisis right now, even though he was probably the most capable person to deal with such a thing – having a doctorate in psychology.

He didn’t want to be in this position, but it wasn’t right to leave Edward like this either. Sincere or not, he could do as much as to spare a few empty words of consolation for his pathetic partner.

“Edward…?” he started and immediately regretted it, not being able to empathize with the other man in any way.

“It’s alright, Edward,” he finally told him.

“No, it’s not!” Came the angry reply.

Then, after a few shaky breathes, there was a familiar, high-pitched voice again: “Riddle me this. I’m silent as the deepest sea. I’m laying still but cannot sleep. You shall commit me to the Mother Earth, for I have already turned to dirt. What am I?”

Scarecrow said nothing.

He didn’t wish to know the answer. If ignorance was bliss… what was knowledge?

He didn’t ask for this riddle and he didn’t ask what exactly was wrong with Edward. What did it matter anyway? Whatever it was, Jon couldn’t do a damn thing about it!

He had no words of comfort, no compassion in his heart. He had nothing to offer Edward under this circumstances. And what did Edward even expect from him in the first place?

Instead of answering the riddle, he continued to rub the man’s back in the gentlest, most sensual manner he possibly managed.

It was the least he could do for Edward.

Being a villain meant dying alone.

#scriddler #arkham scriddler #edward nygma #jonathan crane #riddler #scarecrow #batman fanfiction #temarcia #my story #bat-mania #sadness #anom ask #sorry it took me forever #ak scriddler

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inked-up-gentleman · 2 months

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Don’t base judgement on your few experiences, loyal women are found way more than loyal men and worst case scenario she doesn’t like u anymore? She’ll just breakup not cheat.

Source on that claim.

You contradicted yourself in your first sentence.

That's not the point. When some of us fall for someone, we fall hard. We pour our energy, heart, and soul into it. To some it's just a break up, to others it's something we went all in just to find ourselves at the bottom of the dumpster. I'm good...

#anom #ask

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skumhuu · 1 month

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NIGHT DWELLER ANOM CRAB NOISES

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GET CRABBED

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CRABBED YET AGAIN!!

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