#the nsa

[brantheblessed]

#gamers #fed #fbi #nsa #extremism

[la-pheacienne]

What do you think is what causes this absolutely unhinged Targ hate? Like, I totally get if the Targs aren’t someone’s cup of tea, they can be a lot, but the way Targ haters talk about the Targs is just scary. I had this unhinged Targ anti reply to my comment on Reddit with an absolutely unhinged essay on why the Targs aren’t magical at all and that it’s just “supremacist propaganda.” It’s just really weird.

Idc if someone just doesn’t like the Targs, but what bothers me is when they act like they invented feudalism, are the most evil family ever, and when they demonize them for their dragons. Targ antis act as if the Targs are the only problem in Westeros and that getting rid of them is the solution. They must have watched GoT and read asoiaf with their eyes closed, because the war of the five kings was a war that was started just fine without help from the Targs.

The Targs did not create feudalism or war. It’s just strange how Targ antis fixate on the Targs and only blame them for feudalism as if feudalism wasn’t the system Westeros had for thousands of years before the Targs appeared. Sorry for the rant, I’ve just seen some really dumb comments on Reddit about the Targs and wanted to say this.

Unbiased answer: hate is stupid in general and i've seed batshit takes for every single character I like in asoiaf. It's a general phenomenon, if it makes you feel any better.

Biased answer: targs get extreme hate because they are the coolest house in the asoiaf universe and the very reason for asoiaf's popularity. they get hate because, while not everyone is familiar with the asoiaf universe, everyone and their mother knows the targaryens and recognizes asoiaf precisely because of the targaryens. they get hate because george decided to keep writing about the targaryens and they get an insane backstory where other houses get nothing. they get hate because dany is the reason game of thrones got popular and the reason hotd exists. that's why they get hate. loving the targs on SOME level is the norm and hating on the norm simply makes you seem cool and different in online spaces, which gets you clout.

Actually this is in sync with my unbiased answer because every character/house/trope that is popular and well liked will get an insane amount of very loud and stupid hate, it's just the way it goes. It is not something that only concerns the targaryens. I hope that covered you.

#the real answer for the current state of affairs is jo/nsa shippers and generally st/ansas though #house targaryen #daenerys targaryen #anonymous #asoiaf

[ireton]

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

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

[obsessive-dumpling]

Let me be perfectly clear.

THIS drives me crazy:

Does anyone else get these suggested articles? They make me so mad, all the time, for various reasons. I don't click them anymore because I want to stop getting them. So to be fair, I haven't read this one. Specifically what I'm mad about this time is the beginning of the title: "After Fans Begged Kohei Horikoshi To End Manga..."

Do people not get how manga works? Each chapter is drawn, colored, and lettered individually. You are getting anywhere from 7-16 pages every week if you're lucky. That's not a lot! "It's taking too long"? Look at how it translates into an anime season. It's not all that fucking long actually! But the process is!

We are blessed enough to be able to get chapters every week because of technology. Before? You used to have to wait for the magazine or the actual physical copy of the manga to release. But because we are all about instant gratification, we've become ungrateful. But let me tell you: YOUR impatience should not have any sway or effect in the timeline of content creation. If it's taking too long for you, move on and come back when it's finished. Leave Hori alone. At the end of the day it's his story, not ours. We're just lucky that 1) he decided to share it and 2) that he met the right people to make it happen and what it is today.

Grow up.

And get off my news feed.

#bakudeku #bkdk #poor hori #he deserves a better fan base #i will never understand how people want a series they enjoy to end #calm down #enjoy the ride #i hope my nsa agent adjusts my news feed now #mha #bnha #mha manga #kohei horikoshi #dumpling rants #mad dumpling #🥟 #🧡💚 #💚🧡

[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

[hylaversicolor]

'55

#vine voice IM GONNA GET YOU OUTTA THERE!!! #mgs #revolver ocelot #scribble #ocelot at nsa

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

imogen to bells hells now that she's taken off the circlet:

#modern au where imogen temult is an nsa agent stalking bells hells through their technology? #she pieces together things about them like where they frequent and who's crushing on who #and proceeds to orchestrate elaborate schemes to bring all of them together #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr3 #cr shitpost #critical role memes #cr memes #bells hells #imogen temult

[chongoblog]

Hope all your recent interviews have gone well?! I'm in the job application process myself and WOW is it exhausting. Be sure to take breaks!

Yeah, it’s been going for a solid six months now and I’m close to just resorting to committing crimes for money

#in case the nsa is reading this is a joke #that said if youve noticed my emphasis on donating to streams #yeah

[benjimatorarts]

I always wanted to draw Everseer and Macroburst together. According to the NSA files, Macroburst use to be Everseer's sidekick. I imagine their dynamic is "Formal, strict, and obsessive teacher and the carefree layback student". Very different people but they work very well together and are great friends.

( I do have a sad headcanon that they did keep in touch after the Super ban, when Macroburst learn about Everseer's disappearance they did anything to find their former mentor. Of course, they would go with Mirage if it means finding their friend.

#the incredibles #macroburst #everseer #nsa files #something small while working on applications

[grantaire-the-disaster-gay]

Is this anything

#I know fob predates 9/11 #I was listening to folie when I made this #do you think the nsa flagged me googling 9/11 immediately followed by googling fob circa 2001 #pls don’t judge me for using so many tags I’m just proud of this #I also don’t want anyone to see this if 9/11 is a sore subject #9/11 #9/11 joke #tw 9/11 #tw terrorism #fall out boy #fob #fob meme #put abby in the timeout box #patrick stump #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #fob smfs

[markgatissappreciationsociety]

Those are the two official promotional pictures from Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part One that feature Mark.

Here are a few more images from the movie that I captured.

His role doesn't even have a name, just credited as "NSA". But you get, in his one scene, to hear him do an American accent while explaining the movie Maguffin.

#Mark Gatiss #MI7 #Mark Gatiss NSA #Mission Impossible 7 #Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning

[legok9]

Doctor Who: New Series Adventures novels return!

Caged by Una Mccormack (27th June)

Are aliens ever abducted by aliens? And if they were, would anyone believe their story? When the Doctor and Ruby arrive on Cavia, they meet a gentle local who is certain that she has been taken for study by creatures from the stars. The Doctor is concerned to find mysterious meteors appearing in the sky, while strange robotic creatures crowd the forests, watching everything and waiting for…what? Who is interested in Cavia, and why? What is the sinister truth of the abductions? The Doctor and Ruby must discover the secrets of this mysterious world – and those who would seek to destroy it…

Eden Rebellion by Abi Falase (14th November)

On the crystalline planet of Yewa, the Gardens of Kubuntu are a true Eden, said to be the most peaceful destination in the universe. At least, until the Doctor and Ruby arrive. Ancient rivalries between Yewa and its more prosperous sister world of Bia are being stirred by forces unknown, threatening to plunge its people into anarchy. With Ruby swept up in the fire of the Yewan rebellion, the Doctor finds dark secrets buried deep in the planet’s ancient history – and his hopes for a lasting peace hanging by a thread. For sinister guardians stalk the Gardens of Kubuntu, while an implacable enemy plots in the shadows – and in plain sight…

Ruby Red By Georgia Cook (13th June)

April, 1242: the Doctor and Ruby answer a distress call sent from medieval Russia. The signal’s sender? Ranavere, an alien girl forced to take part in a barbaric conflict between the armies of Estonia and Novgorod on the frozen surface of Lake Peipus. Ranavere wants to escape, but her distress call has summoned her warmongering sisters, intent on preserving family tradition whatever the cost. And as human battle begins, the Doctor and Ruby must face a more devastating threat – a monstrous entity with plans of conquest, growing stronger beneath the icy lake…

#doctor who #15th doctor #fifteenth doctor #ncuti gatwa #doctor who novels #doctor who nsa #doctor who nsas

[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

[hylaversicolor]

the number one thing that i NEED people to understand about ocelot is that he’s not a cowboy. he’s not trying to be a cowboy. he’s a cowboy in the same way that gaga at the dive bar tour is a cowboy or the way that clint eastwood in a poncho from santa monica is a cowboy. he’s not aiming for accuracy or authenticity. he wears fancy 19th century style clothing and shoots a colt saa not because of any particular historical significance (yes the saa was used but it didn’t “win the west” as some sources claim) but because these things became immortalized as part of hollywood’s revisionist history decades later. he’s not imitating cowboys, he’s imitating the westerns of the 50s and 60s. he’s acting. he’s fucking camp!!!!!

because at his heart he is really just a foppish little fancy man raised by a bunch of illuminati superspies who are still dragging the dead weight of the edwardian era forward with them well into the 40s and 50s. the world is not the same as it once was. ocelot is trying to survive as a painfully self-aware cog in the incredibly complicated and morally gray machine that is the 20th century intelligence community by surrounding himself with imagery of heroes and outlaws and charming rogues and good versus evil. he's allowing himself to be passed back and forth between espionage organizations like a pawn on a chessboard for the sake of the balance of power between nations, clinging with quiet desperation to the cozy, predictable, black-and-white morality of bat masterson and cheyenne bodie, daydreaming about the promise of limitless personal freedom in a past that never really existed.

#txt #mgs #rip revolver ocelot you would have loved lady gaga's joanne #<- i know ive said this before but it always bears repeating #grarjgg....ocelot....i thinks about him #meta #i guess #revolver ocelot #hm #ocelot at nsa