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mostlysignssomeportents · 4 months ago

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The Google antitrust remedy should extinguish surveillance, not democratize it

I'm coming to DEFCON! On FRIDAY (Aug 9), I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). On SATURDAY (Aug 10), I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

If you are even slightly plugged into the doings and goings on in this tired old world of ours, then you have heard that Google has lost its antitrust case against the DOJ Antitrust Division, and is now an official, no-foolin', convicted monopolist.

This is huge. Epochal. The DOJ, under the leadership of the fire-breathing trustbuster Jonathan Kanter, has done something that was inconceivable four years ago when he was appointed. On Kanter's first day on the job as head of the Antitrust Division, he addressed his gathered prosecutors and asked them to raise their hands if they'd never lost a case.

It was a canny trap. As the proud, victorious DOJ lawyers thrust their arms into the air, Kanter quoted James Comey, who did the same thing on his first day on the job as DA for the Southern District of New York: "You people are the chickenshit club." A federal prosecutor who never loses a case is a prosecutor who only goes after easy targets, and leave the worst offenders (who can mount a serious defense) unscathed.

Under Kanter, the Antitrust Division has been anything but a Chickenshit Club. They've gone after the biggest game, the hardest targets, and with Google, they bagged the hardest target of all.

Again: this is huge:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/boom-judge-rules-google-is-a-monopolist

But also: this is just the start.

Now that Google is convicted, the court needs to decide what to do about it. Courts have lots of leeway when it comes to addressing a finding of lawbreaking. They can impose "conduct remedies" ("don't do that anymore"). These are generally considered weaksauce, because they're hard to administer. When you tell a company like Google to stop doing something, you need to expend a lot of energy to make sure they're following orders. Conduct remedies are as much a punishment for the government (which has to spend millions closely observing the company to ensure compliance) as they are for the firms involved.

But the court could also order Google to stop doing certain things. For example, since the ruling finds that Google illegally maintained its monopoly by paying other entities – Apple, Mozilla, Samsung, AT&T, etc – to be the default search, the court could order them to stop doing that. At the very least, that's a lot easier to monitor.

The big guns, though are the structural remedies. The court could order Google to sell off parts of its business, like its ad-tech stack, through which it represents both buyers and sellers in a marketplace it owns, and with whom it competes as a buyer and a seller. There's already proposed, bipartisan legislation to do this (how bipartisan? Its two main co-sponsors are Ted Cruz and Elizabeth Warren!):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/25/structural-separation/#america-act

All of these things, and more, are on the table:

https://www.wired.com/story/google-search-monopoly-judge-amit-mehta-options/

We'll get a better sense of what the judge is likely to order in the fall, but the case could drag out for quite some time, as Google appeals the verdict, then tries for the Supreme Court, then appeals the remedy, and so on and so on. Dragging things out in the hopes of running out the clock is a time-honored tradition in tech antitrust. IBM dragged out its antitrust appeals for 12 years, from 1970 to 1982 (they called it "Antitrust's Vietnam"). This is an expensive gambit: IBM outspent the entire DOJ Antitrust Division for 12 consecutive years, hiring more lawyers to fight the DOJ than the DOJ employed to run all of its antitrust enforcement, nationwide. But it worked. IBM hung in there until Reagan got elected and ordered his AG to drop the case.

This is the same trick Microsoft pulled in the nineties. The case went to trial in 1998, and Microsoft lost in 1999. They appealed, and dragged out the proceedings until GW Bush stole the presidency in 2000 and dropped the case in 2001.

I am 100% certain that there are lawyers at Google thinking about this: "OK, say we put a few hundred million behind Trump-affiliated PACs, wait until he's president, have a little meeting with Attorney General Andrew Tate, and convince him to drop the case. Worked for IBM, worked for Microsoft, it'll work for us. And it'll be a bargain."

That's one way things could go wrong, but it's hardly the only way. In his ruling, Judge Mehta rejected the DOJ's argument that in illegally creating and maintaining its monopoly, Google harmed its users' privacy by foreclosing on the possibility of a rival that didn't rely on commercial surveillance.

The judge repeats some of the most cherished and absurd canards of the marketing industry, like the idea that people actually like advertisements, provided that they're relevant, so spying on people is actually doing them a favor by making it easier to target the right ads to them.

First of all, this is just obvious self-serving rubbish that the advertising industry has been repeating since the days when it was waging a massive campaign against the TV remote on the grounds that people would "steal" TV by changing the channel when the ads came on. If "relevant" advertising was so great, then no one would reach for the remote – or better still, they'd change the channel when the show came back on, looking for more ads. People don't like advertising. And they hate "relevant" advertising that targets their private behaviors and views. They find it creepy.

Remember when Apple offered users a one-click opt-out from Facebook spying, the most sophisticated commercial surveillance system in human history, whose entire purpose was to deliver "relevant" advertising? More than 96% of Apple's customers opted out of surveillance. Even the most Hayek-pilled economist has to admit that this is a a hell of a "revealed preference." People don't want "relevant" advertising. Period.

The judge's credulous repetition of this obvious nonsense is doubly disturbing in light of the nature of the monopoly charge against Google – that the company had monopolized the advertising market.

Don't get me wrong: Google has monopolized the advertising market. They operate a "full stack" ad-tech shop. By controlling the tools that sellers and buyers use, and the marketplace where they use them, Google steals billions from advertisers and publishers. And that's before you factor in Jedi Blue, the illegal collusive arrangement the company has with Facebook, by which they carved up the market to increase their profits, gouge advertisers, starve publishers, and keep out smaller rivals:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedi_Blue

One effect of Google's monopoly power is a global privacy crisis. In regions with strong privacy laws (like the EU), Google uses flags of convenience (looking at you, Ireland) to break the law with impunity:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/15/finnegans-snooze/#dirty-old-town

In the rest of the world, Google works with other members of the surveillance cartel to prevent the passage of privacy laws. That's why the USA hasn't had a new federal privacy law since 1988, when Congress acted to ban video-store clerks from telling newspaper reporters about the VHS cassettes you took home:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_Privacy_Protection_Act

The lack of privacy law and privacy enforcement means that Google can inflict untold privacy harms on billions of people around the world. Everything we do, everywhere we go online and offline, every relationship we have, everything we buy and say and do – it's all collected and stored and mined and used against us. The immediate harm here is the haunting sense that you are always under observation, a violation of your fundamental human rights that prevents you from ever being your authentic self:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/blog/2013/jun/14/nsa-prism

The harms of surveillance aren't merely spiritual and psychological – they're material and immediate. The commercial surveillance industry provides the raw feedstock for a parade of horribles, from stalkers and bounty hunters turning up on their targets' front doors to cops rounding up demonstrators with location data from their phones to identity thieves tricking their marks by using leaked or purchased private information as convincers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/06/privacy-first/#but-not-just-privacy

The problem with Google's monopolization of the surveillance business model is that they're spying on us. But for a certain kind of competition wonk, the problem is that Google is monopolizing the violation of our human rights, and we need to use competition law to "democratize" commercial surveillance.

This is deeply perverse, but it represents a central split in competition theory. Some trustbusters fetishize competition for its own sake, on the theory that it makes companies better and more efficient. But there are some things we don't want companies to be better at, like violating our human rights. We want to ban human rights violations, not improve them.

For other trustbusters – like me – the point of competition enforcement isn't merely to make companies offer better products, it's to make companies small enough to hold account through the enforcement of democratic laws. I want to break – and break up – Google because I want to end its ability to bigfoot privacy law so that we can finally root out the cancer of commercial surveillance. I don't want to make Google smaller so that other surveillance companies can get in on the game.

There is a real danger that this could emerge from this decision, and that's a danger we need to guard against. Last month, Google shocked the technical world by announcing that it would not follow through on its years-long promise to kill third-party cookies, one of the most pernicious and dangerous tools of commercial surveillance. The reason for this volte-face appears to be concern that the EU would view killing third-party cookies as anticompetitive, since Google intended to maintain commercial surveillance using its Orwellian "Privacy Sandbox" technology in Chrome, with the effect that everyone except Google would find it harder to spy on us as we used the internet:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/googles-trail-of-crumbs

It's true! This is anticompetitive. But the answer isn't to preserve the universal power of tech companies large and small to violate our human rights – it's to ban everyone, especially Google, from spying on us!

This current in competition law is still on the fringe, but the Google case – which finds the company illegally dominating surveillance advertising, but rejects the idea that surveillance is itself a harm – offers an opportunity for this bad idea to go from the fringe to the center.

If that happens, look out.

Take "attribution," an obscure bit of ad-tech jargon disguising a jaw-droppingly terrible practice. "Attribution" is when an ad-tech company shows you an ad, and then follows you everywhere you go, monitoring everything you do, to determine whether the ad convinced you to buy something. I mean that literally: they're combining location data generated by your phone and captured by Bluetooth and wifi receivers with data from your credit card to follow you everywhere and log everything, so that they can prove to a merchant that you bought something.

This is unspeakably grotesque. It should be illegal. In many parts of the world, it is illegal, but it is so lucrative that monopolists like Google can buy off the enforcers and get away with it. What's more, only the very largest corporations have the resources to surveil you so closely and invasively that they can perform this "service."

But again, some competition wonks look at this situation and say, "Well, that's not right, we need to make sure that everyone can do attribution." This was a (completely mad) premise in the (otherwise very good) 2020 Competition and Markets Authority market-study on "Online platforms and digital advertising":

https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/media/5fa557668fa8f5788db46efc/Final_report_Digital_ALT_TEXT.pdf

This (again, otherwise sensible) document veers completely off the rails whenever the subject of attribution comes up. At one point, the authors propose that the law should allow corporations to spy on people who opt out of commercial surveillance, provided that this spying is undertaken for the sole purpose of attribution.

But it gets even worse: by the end of the document, the authors propose a "user ID intervention" to give every Briton a permanent, government-issued advertising identifier to make it easier for smaller companies to do attribution.

Look, I understand why advertisers like attribution and are willing to preferentially take their business to companies that can perform it. But the fact that merchants want to be able to peer into every corner of our lives to figure out how well their ads are performing is no basis for permitting them to do so – much less intervening in the market to make it even easier so more commercial snoops can get their noses in our business!

This is an idea that keeps popping up, like in this editorial by a UK lawyer, where he proposes fixing "Google's dominance of online advertising" by making it possible for everyone to track us using the commercial surveillance identifiers created and monopolized by the ad-tech duopoly and the mobile tech duopoly:

https://www.thesling.org/what-to-do-about-googles-dominance-of-online-advertising/

Those companies are doing something rotten. In dominating ads, they have stolen billions from publishers and advertisers. Then they used those billions to capture our democratic process and ensure that our human rights weren't being defended as they plundered our private data and put us in harm's way.

Advertising will adapt. The marketing bros know this is coming. They're already discussing how to live in a world where you can't measure clicks and you can't attribute actions (e.g. the world from the first advertisements up until the early 2000s):

https://sparktoro.com/blog/attribution-is-dying-clicks-are-dying-marketing-is-going-back-to-the-20th-century/

An equitable solution to Google's monopoly will not run though our right to privacy. We don't solve the Google monopoly by creating competition in surveillance. The reason to get rid of Google's monopoly is to make it easier to end surveillance.

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/2024/08/07/revealed-preferences/#extinguish-v-improve

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monstersflashlight · 1 month ago

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Day 11. Monster-kinktober: Razor sharp smile + Sex Toys/Dirty talk

A/N: This is for the anon asking for more orcs, and also because Orctober deserved at least one story. Enjoy!

Orc x fem!reader || sex toys, dirty talk, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (kinda), teasing

Dating the boss was probably not the best idea you ever had, but he asked and you had the biggest crush on him, so you said yes. And it was phenomenal. It was wonderful. It was the best relationship (and best sex) you had in your life.

And from that point on, it only got better.

You played and joked, you were (almost) always professional during work hours, but when the day ended, he liked to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were screaming his name and making a mess out of your panties. He loved to take them off and make you walk home without them on. He loved even more to grab your ass in the middle of the grocery store and whisper filthy things against your ear.

Like how he would lick his cum out of your leaking pussy as soon as you got home. How he would finger your tight pussy until you were creaming his hand and fainting from pleasure. How he would fuck you so hard you would twitch every time you sat the next day… Before him, you didn’t know you had a dirty talk kink, but good goddess if it didn’t make your pussy wet and your clit tingly every time he opened his mouth.

But he was also infuriating. He sent you texts and whispered things in the most inopportune moments, making you all hot and bothered when you couldn’t do anything about it, leaving you blue balled and needy as he walked away laughing. So you planned your revenge.

You asked your witch friend to enchant one of your dildos, it would be connected to his dick and he will feel everything you did to that dildo in his own flesh. It was marvelous. You touched it lightly, one day, just to see if it worked, jerking it a total of three strokes before you heard him groaning in the next room and he came running to fuck you. You had enough time to hide it before he was throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed.

And that’s how it all started.

You are sitting across from him in the meeting when you reach inside your purse and take out the dildo. You are on the far side of the table so there’s no way nobody can see. You start slow, stroking the base until he has to cough to cover up a moan. He looks down alarmed, but he keeps talking as if nothing is happening under the table. You have to bite your lip to stop from smirking.

But you keep going, stroking him a bit more until he twitches uncomfortably, and then you start the real torture. You rub over the tip over and over, taking special attention to the sensitive point under the head that always drives him completely crazy. He covers his mouth with his big green hand as someone else starts talking. You stare at him, your face probably blushed and your panties getting wet. It’s exhilarating to be teasing him so publicly, so shamelessly as there’s people around you that don’t know what’s happening.

His eyes meet yours and you blush harder, biting your lip and moving your wrist in the way that drives him completely insane. He frowns at you, his hand still covering his mouth as he twitches in his seat again. You have to control the giggle that wants to leave your mouth. His frown deepens, and you decide to get to the last part of your plan.

You wore your special skirt this morning, the one that he always compliments your ass on, and slowly part your legs, the dildo still in your hand. You use the tip to move your panties to the side, and he uncovers his mouth enough to mouth “don’t” at you. You smile big and happy, and press further, his tip inside of you as you start doing kegels around the dildo.

He blushes deep green and slams his hand over the table. “The meeting is dismissed. Leave,” he growls, startling everyone around the table, including you.

All of your colleagues rapidly grab their stuff and get out, you don’t move from your position, his eyes pinning you to the chair, the tip of the dildo still inside your pussy. You wait until the last of them is out of the door to groan, pushing him a bit deeper just to see his reaction. He grunts, getting up, looking intently at you as he plants his hands over the table and breathes hard. He’s looking down as you do it again, fucking just the tip inside your dripping pussy.

He groans low and deep, and then he looks up. You see his razor sharp smile, framed by his tusks, cruel and mad as he sets his eyes on you. You shiver in anticipation, debating if you should run or just stand there still until he gets to you. But he does none of that. He stands still across the table and stares at you.

You know you are teasing your luck when you lower your hand and start fucking him a bit deeper, a bit faster. You are so worked up it would only take a flick to your clit to make you explode, but you don’t do that, just working the dildo in and out of you, not too deep, an agonizing torture for him. You can see the outline of his dick clearly, a wet patch forming at the tip, you lick your lips wanting to taste him more than anything.

And then he promptly talks. “You thought you could trick me, human? You thought it’s funny to tease me like that for everyone to see?” There’s an edge of danger in his voice that drives your heartbeat into a frenzy. “You thought you could play with me while I was working and you won’t be reprimanded after? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Silly human.”

He walks to you slowly, his steps measured as you shiver with a spike of fear. He looks feral and you have to bite your lip not to moan loudly. He grabs your hair, without any force, pushing your head back so you are staring up at him. His skin glistens under the fluorescent lights, giving him a tint of neon green that looks so pretty you melt inside.

“You are a little shit, you know that, right?” You nod, his hand tightening on your hair. “How long did you have that dildo?” He asks then, a smirk on his face.

“A- a couple weeks,” you confess.

“You’ve been waiting to use it, haven’t you? Your needy pussy is always so ready to be fucked, and you were shameless enough to fuck your tight hole in front of everyone,” he teases. He’s not mad, his voice dropping an octave and making you shiver. He definitely liked it more than he admits.

“Nobody knew,” you retorted.

“I knew. You were fucking yourself in the middle of a meeting, you are a little slut, aren’t you? Don’t answer, we both know you are.” You blush hard, your pussy twitching at his words. He groans when he feels it, the dildo still halfway inside of you. “Let’s see what we can do here… You are going to get up and bend over the table, you better not drop the dildo,” he warns and keeps talking, “then I’m going to watch you fuck yourself with it until you come around it. And if I deem you did a good enough job, I might fuck your hole after, filling you so much you will have to walk here with your knees pressed together to avoid everyone knowing you got stuffed with orc come for being a little shit. Are we clear?” You nod fervently, your breath labored.

He releases your hair, and you rush to do what he ordered, getting up with your legs pressed together to avoid the dildo falling out of you as you rest your chest against the table. You don’t have time to push the skirt up before he’s doing it for you, ripping your panties off in one clean movement as he groans when he sees your stretched hole around the dildo.

“Look at that, so wet and needy, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he compliments. “Your pretty holes twitch so beautifully around cock, I won’t never have enough of it.” It feels like he��s not even talking to you, but just stating facts out loud, and that makes you even hotter.

You reach around your body and start pushing the dildo in and out. It’s a weird angle and you can’t fuck yourself as you want, but he sits down on your empty chair and stares at your hand so intently that you are on edge in less than minutes.

“I love when you play with yourself, your body is a work of art, and your pussy is made to be fucked. All mine to fuck as much as I want, and still won’t never be enough because you are a slutty girl, aren’t you?” You moan loudly, moving your wrist slightly to get a better angle. It works, and the dildo hits your G-spot beautifully, you whisper his name brokenly. “That’s it darling, make yourself come for me, let me see how good you are,” he urges, your pussy twitching around the dildo with his words.

You move faster, hitting your G-spot over and over. You try to reach down to touch your clit, but he growls and stops your hand. You fuck yourself harder, trying to get there, but it’s not enough. “Please, please, let me touch my clit…,” you beg. He chuckles, and you feel his thumb circling the little ball of nerves, making you shout and come instantly.

“Just like that, let it all out, darling. Such a good human for me, such a needy pussy…” He whispers filthy words as you come down from your high, his thumb never leaving your clit as he milks the orgasm out of you.

“Was I- was I good? Are you going to fuck me now?” You ask in a whisper, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Of course I will, darling… Later,” he deadpans.

“What?!” You exclaim, trying to turn around but unable to when he lands a hand on your lower back, pinning you to the table.

“You played with me, and now I’m going to play with you. I’m going to push this dildo all the way inside of you,” he says as he does just that, “and I’m going to leave it there as I finish my work next to you. And you are going to wait there, stuffed, until I’m ready to fuck you.”

“But, but…” You try to argue, your brain too confused after such a great orgasm.

“But nothing, you should have known better than to play with an orc, silly human,” he chuckles as he puts his laptop over your ass, using you as a table as you try to move and earn yourself a light slap on your ass cheek. “Now be good and stay still until I finish this document,” he orders.

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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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Pleasurable Practice

Here's what I got: when you're left in headquarters to study for an upcoming language skit, your boss and work crush, Miguel O'Hara, does what he can to help his subordinate. And he does, in more ways than one...

A/n: It's been a week since I saw the film in theaters, and my brain hasn't been the same. I tried very hard not to write for this man, but here we are. Sighhhh, I swear I wasn't this bad when playing EoT (curse you Oscar Issac, and the ATSV art department!!!). And it doesn't help that my social feeds are full of him...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's WAY longer than I wanted, but I guess that's meant to show how much fun I had writing, hehehe~. Also, ty so so much for 600+ followers!!

Cw: Miguel x fem!reader - some ATSV spoilers so tread carefully - sexual context so minors DNI - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - clitoral play (Miguel's fangs lightly brush your clit, but doesn't bite it) - praise - kisses on the stomach - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love; vida/my life) - sexual acts in public - outside intrusions, but you two don't get caught.

Wc: 2.8k

"Hey, Lyla. You sure you wanna leave me here?"

"Aww, you scared something would happen without me?" She chuckles when you shrug. "You'll be fine; everything's been taken care of for today. If something pops outta nowhere, you know where to find Miguel or give me a call. Alright, I'm outta here. Cya tomorrow~."

"Bye, Lyla~" With that, the pixelated woman signs off from your line of sight, and you slump into your chair with a sigh.

It's late at night in Nueva York. The Spider Society headquarters is still active, but fewer people occupy the halls and sectors in these late hours, you being one of them. You're sitting at a conference table by the teleportation room, taking in Margo's shift. But since things are quiet around here, you use this time to work on your homework.

Well, you would've if a pair of hands didn't suddenly come from behind and blocked your vision. "Guess who?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at Earth-50101 hanging with Gwen and Pav?"

The hands are removed, giving your shoulders a quick rub. "Can't say a quick bye before I'm off?" Hobie Brown walks from behind to sit on the table, avoiding the scattered papers on the surface. "What's all this? School?"

"Yeah," You pick up a paper with color-coordinated dialogues. " I got a reflection to finish and need to read this script for a skit in my modern language class on Wednesday."

"What language?"

"Spanish." You flip the script for him to look at. A giggle slips from you. "Suppose you can't help me, huh?"

Hobie grins. "Yo lo haría si pudiera." Your eyes go big. Of course, the guy who "doesn't believe in consistency" would know a thing or two about other languages.

".....Please stay and help me."

"Can't, perhaps next time." Another heavy sigh as the tall other gets up from the table and opens a portal to Pavitr's universe. "We'll save some snacks to bring back tomorrow. See ya then."

"Bye, Hobie." You groan with your head meeting the table surface as the portal vanishes with Hobie's dismissal. In despair, you lift your head up and proceed with your work.

It's about 11 p.m., and you were able to finish your paper in about two hours. It's now time to work on your Spanish script. Unfortunately, your class partner can't be here (obviously) to say his lines with you, but you two promised to highlight your lines and recite on your own downtime. So you follow through with the blue lines — your lines — avoiding the red lines and announcing all the words to the best you can.

After the third time around, you start to get to the rhythm of it. So in tune with what you're doing, you don't mind your surroundings as you circle around the table with your face glued to your script.

"What're you doing?"

However, it all comes to a halt when a voice startles you. So used to the silence and your own tone that you didn't notice a familiar man creep from behind you. Your eyes widen at the tall and well-built figure before you.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099 and the leader of the Spider Society — your boss who you have a major crush on and is still waiting for you to reply after nearly scaring you to death.

"O-Oh, Miguel, umm," you quickly straighten yourself up, but the heat in your face encroaches. "Sorry, didn't see ya there. I was just looking at this script."

"A script?" He slightly tilts his head, surveying your moves as you sit back at the table. He follows and peers behind your shoulder to see what you're working on. "For what?"

"It's for a skit in my Spanish class. I'm reciting my lines for Wednesday." He nods at your answer, glancing around to see you're alone. "Lyla signed off for a while, but she told me to tell you that if you 'need anyone to put a leash on you,' Jessica would answer the call."

The man narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, "of course she said that..." was all he murmured under his breath from his pixelated peer's words. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the paper in your hand and extends out his. His silent request is answered when you pass him the sheet to skim. A brow is lifted. "Is the skit like some kind of married couple or—"

You confirm. "Yes. Our unit is on relationships, and my partner and I wanted to do a skit where the husband — my partner — comes home and surprises his wife with their favorite flower and then gives a nice speech on how much he loves her." Miguel still reads the script, but you continue on. "Luckily, our instructor said it's not our final where it's required to talk entirely in Spanish. So, we can say some English phrases or words if our brains go blank."

Miguel finally stops examining the script and eyes at you. "I can help."

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"You're the blue lines, right?" Correct. "Then I can be the red lines and help you practice."

Wait, no! "Oh no, there's no need for that, Miguel! I'm sure you're busy looking at the screens on your station and—"

"No pasa nada, Y/n," You gulp when he grabs a chair and sits close to you. "I'll say your partner's parts, and you reply with yours." There's no use in arguing with him out of this, so you just follow suit.

For the past thirty minutes, you and Miguel have been practicing. Sometimes he'll call you out on words you forget or mispronounce, which hurts your little heart being scolded like a child. But then there are times when he praises you for saying something correctly without second-guessing, or he'll ask for a pen to scratch off something and write a better phrase for you to say. And you can tell that your memorization's been improving thanks to his help. Maybe there was no need to be nervous.

The time is now 11:46, and you feel way more confident about this skit than before. Miguel can also tell by how much you've performed that you'll do fine on Wednesday. Guess that should do it. He puts the script down and gets up, heading back to his original post.

"Hey, wanna do the actual skit with me?"

Huh? "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," You squeak. "Maybe we can try acting out the skit without the paper now that I'm kinda getting the hang of it? But, I mean, that's only if you're okay with it, ya know..."

His brows trench down. Miguel knows he shouldn't do it; there are many universes in his post that he needs to keep an eye on in case anything pops off. He can't afford to just act out a scenario for some class. However, when he glances back at you, he faces mixed feelings. Your eyes look at his, nibbling on your bottom lip, and your fingers fidget with each other as you wait for his answer.

Miguel knows he shouldn't...but it won't hurt to comply this one time.

"Fine," your heart skips when he turns back to face you fully. "But don't mention it to Lyla or Jess. I'll never hear the end of it from those two."

"Of course!" You reassure him as you ready yourself, mentally calming the happiness brewing inside down. "You go."

He nods and plays the scene. He acts like he opens a door and holds an imaginary object. "Estoy en casa, cariño."

"Oh, bienvenido a casa, bebé!" You rush to Miguel and give him a hug. You feel him go rigid, and you freeze. Wait, he's still my boss and not my actual partner! Oh, God, I bet he regrets doing this now...Ughhh!! Commit now, cry later!

You quickly improvise and pull him by his spider suit to come close, placing pretend kisses on his cheeks. "Llegas pronto a casa, mi guapo muñeco. Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares at you for a few seconds before he blinks and coughs. "Ahem, Querida, vine temprano porque es tu cumpleaños. Y quería darte esto." The hand with the invisible object comes up, and you take it.

"Dios mío, ¿mi flor favorita en mi día especial?" You give the man a warm smile and place a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin lovingly. Miguel hitches his breath. "Eres demasiado buena conmigo, muñeco. Pero no tenías que regalarme nada."

It takes Miguel a moment, but he coughs once more and returns to the task. "Puede que la flor no fuera necesaria, pero tenía que conseguirla para ti, mi amor." He puts a hand on yours that's still on his cheek, now it's your turn to slow your breathing. "Cada vez que veo esta flor, sólo puedo pensar en ti. No sólo hoy, sino todos los días. Veo todo lo que haces por mí y nunca lo doy por sentado. You are my everything, Y/n. Tú eres mi mundo. Mi luz. Mi corazón. Mi… Mi…"

He stops, noticing your expression and shallow breaths. Your eyes never leave his, mouth agape, and your attention entirely on his words— no, on him. Even in this little act, you dare not move or say something out of turn. Listening to the man before you intently, your hand still in his.

He knows he shouldn't, but Miguel leans into you, and a small gasp leaves you before his lips press onto your soft ones. "....Mi alma."

Your brain short-circuits, the feel of his lips overtaking you. You awkwardly kiss him back, resulting in a moan from Miguel. He grabs your waist while pushing himself forward, making you walk backwards until you hit the table. The bump has you two break the kiss, forcing you back to reality.

Miguel says nothing, and so do you, your eyes honing in on his deep red orbs. Your thoughts go too fast that your head pounds. What? What was that? Did he mean to do that??

"Túmbate."

He captures your attention. "What?"

"Lie down, mi amor." He commands in a stern voice. Hesitance restrains you, yet you still follow orders and sit on the table with your back to the surface. A small smile creeps up on Miguel, and he leans down to plant more kisses on your sweet lips. "Good. Now, say your part."

Slow smooches from your chin to your neck leave you breathless. Although the heat in your face is unbearable, you play along and stick to the script. "My wonderful husband...Y...You are so thought—"

"Se supone que está en español, Y/n." He corrects you. Lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen. Miguel kisses your exposed tummy while his hand snakes past your bottoms, pressing a finger down on the wet spot of your clothed vulva. Your toes curl as your first moan leaves puffy lips. "Try again."

You intake a deep breath. "Ere...Eres muy considerado con—Mmmm....conmigo." Your bottoms and undergarments are now off, your bare cunt out for Miguel to see. The older man props your legs upward with both hands as he brings his face close to your pussy. He lightly blows on it, and you bite your lip from the cold air. "Keep going, mi vida."

"Cuando....no haya luz en mi—Oooh!!" Miguel flicks your clitoris with his tongue before nestling it between your soaked folds, sucking and laving your essence. "Nnnmp! Mi-Miguel, I can't do thisss...Your tongue, it feels so, so—Oh Christ..."

His ruby eyes peek at your face. "But you were doing just fine, Y/n." The way he says your name feels so sinful, so forbidden. But so pleasing to the ears. "Repeat it."

His tongue goes back to torment your slit. The risque noises the wet muscle makes with your slick-covered chasm ring your eardrums. Ecstatic whimpers fill the space around you, and you grab tufts of Miguel's brown hair when his tongue flicks your clit again. He's impatient, so you concede.

"Cuando no haya luz en mi vida....Haaaahhh, sé que estarás ahí para protegerme." Miguel pushes your tender bud against his teeth. His canine brushing on your pearl, causing you to jerk. "Eres mi sombra...Mi—Ahhhh!....escudo....Mi rey."

He chortles, "Good job, mi alma."

Satisfied with your cooperation, the man sucks on your precious sex as his forefinger nestles between your folds, your slick providing lubricant to naturally push his digit through your entrance. You jolt with a sharp cry, tears falling from your beautiful face.

His tongue and fingers go faster, and your release climbs higher with every lick. The stimulation of your poor cunt and clitoris is hardcore that you come in a few seconds, the walls of your chasm fluttering around Miguel's fingers coated with your personal fluids.

Your heavy pants slow down to steady your body that subsides from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Miguel withdraws his mouth and fingers from you, standing upright to take in your figure.

He scoffs with a tiny grin, licking his lips. "Amorcito."

You open your mouth to say something, but a flash of colors and shapes captures the attention of both of you. Your eyes go wide. Oh no, someone's coming!

With haste, you immediately grab for your bottoms and underwear before taking cover under the conference table, using it to quickly put your clothes back on before someone enters through the portal. That someone was Jessica Drew, making her arrival known by revving her motorbike.

"Jess," Miguel puts on his usually serious face. But on the inside, he's almost as nervous as you. Because he swiftly pulls a chair out to cover his erection lower regions.

"Hey, Miguel! I thought I'd find you here." The woman addresses him when she's done a lap around the table. Her portal vanishes from the scene. "I've been trying to call you through your watch. You not wearing it?"

He looks down at his wrist where it was supposed to be. "...I was using the restroom, so I left it on my station."

"Mmm, I figured." Jessica then notices the paper and backpack on the table. "This is Y/n's stuff, right? Where are they?"

"R-Right here, Jess!" To her surprise, you come out from the table with your bottoms fully secured. "Sorry, I was looking for my pen before packing up." You smile to ease the awkward tension and your racing heart.

"Oh, okay then." Jessica nods to your words and turns to Miguel. "Anyway, I was calling you up because I need backup. The guy I was dealing with somehow switched places with another villain. Took care of the other one, but my guy's elsewhere."

He hums. "Lyla."

"That's me." The yellow-pixelated woman with pink heart-shaped glasses appears once more.

"Where are the coordinates of the anomaly Jess was handling?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

"...."

"What's the magic word?" The tiny woman teases him while you and Jessica hold in your laughs.

Miguel's brows furrow with a slight pout. "....Canyoupleasesend—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Lyla gets closer to his face with each word, raising his irritation as she does so. "Little too fast there."

"Can you please give us the co—"

"Already gave it to Jess."

"Then what was the point—"

"You know how much I love to pester ya," her smile doesn't help squander his frustration, not when he also hears the exchanged giggles between you and Jessica. "And call that payback for not having your watch on you."

To avoid their eyes seeing Miguel's situation, he leaves and fetches his watch quickly after being repeatedly teased by the two women. He returns ready with his mask on and the device on his wrist. Lyla and Jess are waiting for him, same with you and all your stuff packed up. It's 12 in the morning now, you have to get home. "Ready?"

"Yup, see ya there." The woman on her bike starts it up. Lyla disappears when the dimension is opened. "Bye, Y/n!"

"Bye, Jess!" You wave goodbye to the woman, who does one final lap before entering the portal to her new destination. And now you're back to being alone with Miguel, who you find looking at you. You gulp and say your thoughts. "Don't worry, I didn't tell them! And, sorry that it happened. I was being a little too close to you in the first—"

"Hey." Miguel lifts a hand to stop you from rambling on further, and you listen. "Your skit. When is it again?"

It takes you aback that he asks, but you still reply. "Wednesday?"

"Hm. Alright then." And with that, he walks to the portal to his next mission. But before he exits, he peers from his shoulder and proclaims something.

"Tell me how you did on Wednesday, then we'll continue with this talk."

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dotthings · 6 months ago

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An outline summary of how Jensen has let out bits of Dean pov about the confession a little bit at a time.

He has chosen his words carefully for a reason. He threads the needle carefully for a reason. Let it unfold, it's not done yet.

In 2021 (dencon), Jensen spoke to Dean's confusion. He said he never played Dean knowing Cas was in love with him, which is true. That's canon. Dean didn't know even if Jensen did for months ahead of time. Jensen had to play it that way, because that's the story, that Dean didn't know how loved he is by Cas. By how he was loved. Jensen in 2021 spoke Dean's pov that because Cas is an angel, it's hard for Dean to grasp the nature of that love, that it's too much (Dean thinks) for a human to grasp, angels are cosmic beings, it's ineffable love (put this with Ben Edlund's recent tweets about "transcendental love") and it's hard to define, Dean doesn't know how to define it. In the "open to interpretation" era. (Which is now defunct, from Cas's pov. In late 2020/early 2021, Cas's confession was still being held in a cushioning of open to interpretation, there are, again, reasons for that).

In 2022 (Vancon), Jensen spoke more deeply about Dean's feelings and realizations Dean (and Jensen) had while sitting on the floor sobbing after Cas was taken. Jensen spoke of Dean's regrets and Dean wanted to say I love you too and hug Cas and about two sentient beings connecting, brothers-in-arms, Dean losing someone he loves very much. In the moment Cas was taken. And now it's even more clear, what Jensen's words at that time hinted at, that while Dean's on the floor sobbing he also had a realization about how Cas loves him and how deeply.

In 2023 (Jib 11), Jensen said the Dean and Cas reunion would be a big embrace and they'd talk about that goodbye, and maybe we'd get to see that. (more on that below).

In 2024 (Purcon 8), Jensen just said Cas's confession being romantic isn't subtext, it's text and that because Dean already had his realization that Cas is in love with him and Dean got past the confusion and "but Cas is an angel and I am a human so I can't possibly grasp that love). Dean knows. And how Dean and Cas don't need to talk about Cas's side of it. That there's an understanding between them and "they found each other." Dean knows, Dean is accepting.

So, in that moment Dean was sobbing on the floor in the bunker, Dean got hit by a freight train of realizations. Jensen is still threading the needle carefully, saying nothing too definitive or in full about Dean's feelings, beyond he reiterates Dean cares deeply for Cas. He says nothing about the reciprocation follow up. Just that there is no need for Cas to explain anything to Dean. Therefore, the confession won't be addressed. The confession itself. Because it's clear. It's known.

This timeline isn't "Jensen's evolving pov" please note. This is Jensen who has known all this about Dean, about Cas, for quite a while now, he's been opening things up in terms of how he talks about it a little at a time for public ear. Please remember all the things in play here and Jensen is the spn boss and the fraught history for the ship and how the TV industry functions.

Let it play out. It's not done yet, either in story, or in how it's going to be spoken about. Let it play out.

#Destiel #Jensen Ackles #Purcon 8

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harmoonix · 1 year ago

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The Mist Spirit

• Astrology Notes •

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🌫️ - Your 8th house sign can indicate the legacy your ancestors left for you

Libra/Taurus in the 8th house = beauty, beautiful looking, popularity

Gemini/Virgo in the 8th house= Powerful voice, also the ancestors in your family could've had all beautiful voices

Aries/Scorpio in the 8th house = dominance power and confidence

Leo in the 8th house could've actually had wealthy ancestors

Capricorn/Aquarius in the 8th house are karmic already. Your legacy can be found inside you since you are here to break something bad from your family, also love for freedom

Pisces/Sagittarius in the 8th house = intuition, spiritual gifted, enchanting

Cancer in the 8th house = Most of your ancestors could've be women/females, psychic abilities

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🌫️ - Midheaven at 11°, 23° degrees can indicate that you may choose a career that implies technology

🌫️ - Midheaven at 1°, 13°, 25° degrees can indicate a job where you may take the lead role. Like to be the boss of some company

🌫️ - Midheaven at 2°, 7°, 14°, 19°, 26° degrees can indicate a job that implies art, music, maybe some fashion designer? C'mon girl you shine at these topics

🌫️ - Pallas (2) aspecting Mars can be fierce when it comes to righteousness, they respect people who are right and devoted

🌫️ - Pallas (2) harmoniously aspect Juno (3) - are the cutest people ever when it comes to commitment, these aspects get so along with eachother and makes it easy for you to tell your feelings (Good luck 🙏🏼)

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🌫️ - Pallas (2) in Libra/Scorpio or Capricorn in my experience cannot stand people who lie, like they don't like lying at all and can't stand it (Is always better to tell the truth)

🌫️ - Asteroid Ceres (1) square/opposition asteroid Juno (3) might indicate that you either your specific person needs nurturing in the relationship

🌫️ - Asteroid Lucifer (1930) aspecting Ascendant can hate favoritism. Like they don't like it when someone dear to them has a favorite person (also they may be get jealous fast)

🌫️ - Asteroid Lucifer (1930) aspecting Juno can show obsession with one eachother, but it can also make you and you specific person jealous asf

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🌫️ - Sun aspecting Uranus natives need to embody their unique traits and to not fear living in the shadow because they are different

🌫️ - Leo Placements can experience anxiety and overthinking about themselves kinda a lot. Especially they can have this fear of "What people will think/say about me" and honestly you shouldn't care because the only person who matters is you

🌫️ - Mercury in the 7th house natives are very special because they are the type of people who communicate everything with their specific person

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🌫️ - Sun/Mercury/Venus and Moon in the 11th house make the most cutest friendships ever, they tend to attract good people in their lives

🌫️ - While Mars/Saturn and Pluto in the 11th house tend to attract competition, because these planets in this house have bigger influence

🌫️ - Lilith aspecting the Ascendant has a very a big influence, they are the type of people who catches everyone attention when they enter in a room. They may have a very different appearance than others, from clothing style to their body features

🌫️ - Moon - Saturn intense aspects can be shy when they may first talk to someone new, but with the time as you know them more you can see they are different than you thought

🌫️ - Eros (433) in Taurus/Libra/Pisces are very romantic, Eros is Aphrodite's offspring and Aphrodite is represented as Venus. Also they might be most flirty people you can met

🌫️ - Venus - Mercury aspects can fall in love with people's voices first, like it can happen to hear someone's voice and fall for that type of voice

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🌫️ - Chiron/Saturn in the 1st house natives can have a highly anxious state since they were kids, they could have experienced anxiety and panic attacks a lot in their childhood

🌫️ - Lilith - Sun aspects are the type of people you can fall the first time you see them, it is because they can embody Lilith's traits with a misterious personality

🌫️ - Jupiter trine/sextile/conjunct Pluto can possess a lot of power when it comes to their spirituality and belfies, they are so strong spiritually

🌫️ - Having a lot of air signs in your chart is an indicator of you being an very socializing person. You like to talk, to express yourself, you live for communication

🌫️ - Capricorn/Aquarius Duo in a chart can embody Saturn traits faster than others, being responsible, respectful, good educated, polite, gentle and charismatic

🌫️ - Earth Sun combined with an Air Moon can possess great social skills and is that type of person who has a solution for everything, but often they can be hidden artists

🌫️ - Air Sun combined with an Earth Moon is the person who has a fight between brain - heart, often they are forced to chose which to follow, would you be more logical and follow your brain or would you be more affectionate and choose your heart?

🌫️ - Moon in the 7th house/Moon in the Libra seriously talking can get depressed or in a very sad mental state if they are not with someone they love. These people are hopeless romantics

🌫️ - I imagine the natives with Saturn - Venus aspects to be in denial when they first have a crush on someone, omg especially if you have Saturn quincunx Venus. Denial is such a thing for these aspects

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🌫️ - No matter what happens if someone with Pluto - Venus aspects loves you (for real) you are lucky because their love is so pure and so magnetic. You'll always remember their love

🌫️ - Sagittarius Venus 🤝🏻 Pisces Venus = Both being Jupiters kids, let's say they love life may be interesting and challenging in the same time

🌫️ - Aquarius Venus 🤝🏻 Capricorn Venus = Saturnian kids, they can share so many things in common, especially the love for freedom both of these natives seek for

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🌫️ - "We never go out of style" - description for Aries/Libra/Aquarius and Leo Rising

🌫️ - Asteroid Cupido (763) in Cancer/4th house remembers me so much of a person who is very shy to fall in love but their love is the purest it's so complicated with them (They have very beautiful eyes just like Bambie)

🌫️ - "I like me better when I'm with you" - Moon/Venus aspects DEFINITELY 10000%. They change their vibe, mood everything when they see the people they like

🌫️ - Ascendant aspecting Uranus has a unique flow, they are outstanding. Out of the crowd and always something unique is with them.

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💨 Nothing feels better than staying outside on a October morning feeling the cold breeze through your body. As a sign that falls arrived 🍁

🍁 And the photos for this post are mesmerizing

🍁 I hope everyone who reads my notes has a blessed Sunday full of light and joy 🍁🎑

-Harmoonix 🍁

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