#nsa

[brantheblessed]

#gamers #fed #fbi #nsa #extremism

[ireton]

Lara Logan - The Intelligence Community’s Day Of Reckoning For Decades Of Deception Is Coming.

#Lara Logan #NSA #National Security Agency (NSA)

[oldguydoesstuff]

Enormous IBM 7650 "Harvest" supercomputer built in 1962 for the NSA and Atomic Energy Commission.

#mainframes #vintage computer #cold war #retrocomputing #nsa #ibm

[furbinthewoods]

yall

somebody put in a Freedom Of Information Act request and now we can actually see the internal communications the NSA had about banning furbies

for YEARS i have assumed they misunderstood the way the furby worked and i was RIGHT!

FURBIE ALERT is gonna be my new favorite phrase

#furby #safefurby #furby 1998 #crow.txt #nsa #foia

[neon-junkie]

NSA

A short, 1.2k word fic. Smut.

Female reader.

Crosshair is struggling with your ‘no strings attached’ arrangement, as he finds that many, many strings are attached.

What started off as a 'no strings attached' arrangement, surprisingly, stayed like that. At least, it did at first - for so long that you genuinely believed that no feelings would develop. You spent months like this - months of sneaking around after dark, taking it in turns to sneak into the other's dorm, doing your business, and then heading back to your own bed. It was strictly platonic, or as platonic as it can be, when you're fucking.

Either Crosshair would send you that cursed, "you up?" text during the dead of night, or you'd send him a look throughout the day to indicate that you require him in your private quarters later on.

The others had caught on. It's hard for them not to, when they can hear doors closing at random times during the night, as well as the sound of Crosshair's creaking bunk. At least you two have the decency to keep your vocals on the low, swallowing down each other's whimpers as your lips crash together; sloppy, messy, unorganised, but it's only sex.   And when the deed is done, you'll stretch your back, then linger naked in bed, watching as Crosshair dresses himself before making his way across the Marauder's hallway, into his own room. Sometimes he turns back to say goodnight. Other times, he just walks out, and whilst the emotionless gesture does sting, you refuse to let it hurt you. Tucking you into bed? That's only going to lead to you wanting him, to make you ask him to come to bed, to cause feelings to develop.

And no strings attached means purely that.

However, you couldn't hold back one night. Crosshair had clocked off for the evening, and whilst he sat on the edge of your bed after pulling on his boxers, your hand came to rest on his toned back. Bruises had formed from a prior accident, and even Crosshair was unable to hold back the pained grunts and groans from contact on the tender area.

Only your touches were feather-light - so light, that Crosshair peered over his shoulder to silently question what exactly you were doing. You commented how painful they look, and Crosshair replied something along the lines of, "yeah, no shit." "I've got some ointment that will help," you had offered, but Crosshair promptly cut your words short.

"Going soft on me now. Are we?"

He was teasing you, and despite his playful banter, there was a warning within his words. You had scoffed, and with a wave of your hand, muttered something about, "only want to help a squad mate out." He left soon after, ointmentless.

Crosshair was up next in breaking the barrier. He worked himself to the limit, and after filling you up, rolled off you with a deep sigh. His back hit your mattress, and with it, the air slipped from his lungs before he sucked in another deep breath. Large hands came up to wipe the sweat off his face, before resting on his bare chest. Crosshair licked his lips - once, twice - before turning to you and asking, "you alright?" "Are you?" you laughed back. "Thought you'd pulled a muscle." "Phfft," he swatted your arm lightly, before mumbling about how he was only trying to blow off some steam.

Arguments during a mission? No problem! Crosshair will bite his tongue, and take his frustrations out on you later. It doesn't matter who he's clashing heads with, you're always his outlet, and you take pleasure in his quick and desperate pace.

His breaths soon steadied out, and his heart dropped back down to normal. However, once the sweat had dried up, and he had hydrated himself with your glass of water on your night stand, he remained lingering in your bed.

Did you question it? Hmm. You pondered on the thought, and after minutes had passed, you tilted your head to look at his, to open your lips and sputter whatever comes out, to question why he's sticking around for once.

Only to find that Crosshair's eyes are shut - comfortable, at peace, relaxed - and he wasn't showing signs of moving any time soon. The hand on his chest had moved to your thigh, and warmth was growing in your chest as his thumb mindlessly rubbed circles onto your skin.

Feeling your gaze on him, Crosshair's eyes had fluttered open, and he instantly assumed that he'd overstayed his welcome.

His feet found your bedroom floor as he hurried off, ignoring your protests to, "relax and stay a while." "We need to be up in the morning," Crosshair used as his excuse, not looking back as he exited your dorm.

Mhm. No rest for the wicked.

A week passes, as does another. Crosshair is keeping you further than an arms distance. He needs cool down time. A breath of fresh air. His own company. His arguments with his squad increases, his shots become sloppy, and his walls continue to grow. Pent up is the perfect way to describe him, but you're uncertain if that's due to a lack of sex.

You've tried sending him the look, silently signalling that you want his company in the night, but he continues letting your messages go to voicemail. He even ignores you when you play his move, sending him a dreaded, "you up?" text. Null. Another argument with Hunter comes and goes, and your Sergeant has the audacity to pull you to the side, and ask, "what the fuck is going on between you two? You need to fix this, before I snap and give Crosshair an ass-kicking!"

Oh, so it's now your duty to fuck this man silly? It's your duty to be his little stress ball, to let him take all his frustrations out on your cunt, to keep this squad glued together by taming the beast.

Yeah, it's not that simple.

Still, you try and talk to him, although in hindsight, your approach wasn't the best. Cornering him into his own room is up there in your 'worst decisions in my entire life.' Seriously, his own room?! You barged into there without a second thought, and demanded to know why he isn't speaking to you. Crosshair rolled his eyes, and let out a long, exaggerated groan before rising to his feet, no longer in the comfort of his bed. His hands meet his hips as he looks down on you, and before you know it, you two are thrown into an arguing match. Fingers are being pointed at one another, curse words are flowing from both of your lips, and tension is so thick that, out in the cockpit, Hunter decided to take everyone out on a walk so that you two can, "finally sort things out." Emotions continue to flow, anger continues to grow, and before you know it, Crosshair is pressing his lips to yours and pushing you down onto his bed. Clothes hit the floor, neither of you bother to keep your voices down for once, and all that frustration, all that anger, all those feelings finally come out, bursting at the seams whilst Crosshair's bunk threatens to break from sheer intensity.

When the storm finally settles, you don't get up. This isn't your bed, but Crosshair's arm being wrapped around your waist speaks more words that he'll ever speak. Stay.

Those tender kisses on your shoulder are a new outlet of expression for him, one that is begging for comfort and security.

I'm lost without you.

And when you roll over, eager to see him, eager to thread your fingers in his silver hair, and be met with admiring, auburn eyes, Crosshair greets you. A warm palm rests on your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek, and it remains there as he plants his lips on yours, overflowing with tenderness.

“I love you."

#tbbwriting #crosshair #the bad batch #tbb #tbb fanfic #bad batch #bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #NSA #smut #f!reader #fem reader

[neverbeforeandneversince]

Taylor Swift attends the Nashville Songwriter Awards on September 20, 2022.

#taylor swift #Taylor Swift edit #candy swift #tsedit #tswiftedit #nashville #the ryman #dailytayloredits #dailytayloredit #dailytaylorswiftedit #usertaylorswiftdaily #midnights #nsai #Nashville Songwriter Awards #nsai's #nsa #my edit

[unwrapping]

#us government #odni #nsa #slate #ic on the record

[pedroam-bang]

Chuck Versus The Sandworm - Chuck (2007-2012)

#2007 #2012 #film #series #TV show #television #Chuck #Chuck Versus The Sandworm #Yvonne Strahovski #Sarah Walker #Zachary Levi #Chuck Bartowski #Adam Baldwin #John Casey #Sarah Lancaster #Ellie Bartowski #Princess Leia #Leia Organa #CIA #NSA #spy

[mashmoshmoosh]

I absolutely HATE and despise with my being how theres literally no other content of the Supers from the NSA files. (Apart from the LEGO game) I can't express enough how much I want a series of their lives before and while they were hired by Syndrome.

#the incredibles #incredibles 2 #incredibles #helen parr #robertparr #violet parr #dashparr #jack jack parr #nsa #elastigirl #mr incredible #syndrome #insanity #I CANT TAKE IT ANYMOREGMHRGRGEHR #what if i exploded #first post #helloo

[comparativetarot]

The Tower. Art by Suzanne Treister, from HEXEN 2.0.

NSA-TIA 

#Suzanne Treister #HEXEN 2.0 #The Tower #Major Arcana #Tarot #NSA-TIA #NSA #TIA

[chryzocyon]

Quick doodle turned into full piece

#oc art #digital art #no stars above #nsa #chryz.art #Delta Florakis #Moxxie Contos

[thoughtportal]

As Government Technology’s Lindsay Crudele wrote last November, “It took years for Twitter to evolve from a platform for casual lunch updates to a vital tool for public information exchange … [but] it took just days for [Elon Musk’s] chaotic, profit-driven strategy to dismantle the personnel and security functions that supported a once-reliable public resource.” The Twitter chaos has thrown government agencies into crisis. At the annual Government Social Media Conference this summer, several government communications professionals bemoaned the “hellscape” Twitter had become, and openly wondered when it was time to “time to pull the plug.”

Today, “hellscape” feels like an apt description not just of Twitter, but of wide swaths of the internet. In 2013, choosing Tumblr to launch a serious, high-profile response to the Snowden allegations felt incongruous because of the reputation of the platform itself; today, it feels incongruous because the whole internet seems to be falling apart. “Ultimately, this is a disservice to the public, which deserves information, accountability, and responsiveness from our public officials,” said Lorenz. “But it’s probably more of a headache than anything else in 2023, in this weird, fragmented, fraught platform ecosystem.”

As the promise of social media and the open web fades, is there a limit to what we can expect to solve by posting documents online?

#twitter #tweet #tumblr #slate #article #social media #internet #NSA #FBI #digital archives #FOIA

[madeupfromglue]

commission for @apawlo

#art #furry #furry art #puppy #zombie #nsa #johnsonville #zoetis #gorepup #commission #sorry for the repost apawlo

[gwydionmisha]

#NSA #Jan. 6 #Coup Attempt #News #Paul Lovley

[joenicassio]

#joe nicassio #coach #marketing #addiction #recovery #toastmasters #nsa #nationalspeakersassociation #funny #humor

[pizzaanatomy]

#nsa #charging #privacy #security #phone #mobile #news