#De Oppresso Liber

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People are still in need and there is work to do.

It's OK if you’re not OK right now. I’m certainly not. Mothman isn’t. We’re devastated. There’s a hollow crater in my chest where my heart ought to be. I’m sick with worry. But I can’t let it consume me. So we’re going to allow ourselves to grieve and then find actionable ways to counter what lies ahead.

That will look different for everyone, but one thing that will be universally required in the days and years ahead is compassion and an unshakable commitment to kindness.

We will help each other through this. We will find ways to help other people. We will protect the people we love and even those we don’t to the best of our abilities. Because that’s the only option we have.

We will do it angry, we will do it sad, we will do it terrified. But we will do it.

Please be gentle with yourself. Please don’t do anything to harm yourself. The world needs your light. It needs your anger and your hope. It needs you.

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Captain Mack

Hoowah-If Captain Mack, didn't relay it in a US Army field Manuel, be assured it's not worth reading. Excuse me for being a braggart. Esprirt De Corpe.

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de oppresso liber

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Greg Reese Report 👇

Defense Team To Prove Agents Planted Evidence on Jeremy Brown.

De Oppresso Liber to Free the Oppressed 🤔

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America's Response Monument, subtitled De Oppresso Liber, is a life-and-a-half scale bronze statue in Liberty Park overlooking the National September 11 Memorial & Museum in New York City.

Unofficially known as the "Horse Soldier Statue" it is the first publicly accessible monument dedicated to the United States Army Special Forces. It was also the first monument near Ground Zero to recognize heroes of the September 11 terrorist attacks.

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where the stray things go

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

codywan week 2024 day 4 prompts, sol edition: video game au, "subtle" witty banter during the war

notes: this is maybe the most niche au ive ever written. fellas, the bar was on the floor and i have laid down on top of it. welcome to sol's codywan overwatch au. if you haven't played overwatch or don't know the lore, don't worry! most overwatch players don't know the lore either :) this can stand alone, mostly. huge thank-you to @calamity-aims for being my sounding board and giving me so much inspiration by being in the batshit au corner with me. title from white roses by glass animals

wc: 2,346

cross-posted to ao3

All this could have been avoided if Cody had been allowed to pick the infil site. Their landing had been rough but serviceable—the pilot, who only answered to “Kit,” had been grinning and cracking jokes to ease up nerves even as he evaded turret fire and nearly strafed them into the ocean. They’d gotten into the control center all the same, even if Kit had to stay behind with the JEDI heavy to repair the shielding system.

“Commander, these numbers are all wrong,” Crys hissed. “I can take out the security feeds, but this base is way farther along than we thought it was. I mean, we were expecting the turrets and a couple OR14 tanks on top of the usual. But this is—”

Cody exchanged looks with their “combat medic.” In the SEP, that really meant “this medic will make sure you don’t die, and he’s going to do that by killing the other guy first.” Kix had the steadiest hands of any soldier Cody had worked with, whether they were on the scalpel or a biotic rifle. The other medic was another JEDI loan, a woman who wore a combination of robes and light body armor.

“We’re running out of time,” Cody finally said. “We won’t get another chance to destabilize the Donghae Omnium. This mission is critical to the war effort.” They wouldn’t have sent Cody otherwise—though Cody had his suspicions about that. The higher-ups were fond of sending SEP soldiers into situations with unwinnable odds. Their own homegrown, red-eyed time bombs.  

Gregor, another SEP soldier like Cody, laughed and thumped the front of his power armor. “De oppresso liber, Commander. Overwhelming odds is the name of the game. Hey, you think I could beat 17’s KIR on this one?”

“If you think you can take out more omnics than times you get incapacitated, feel free,” Kix said, dry as anything. “Much less top the Strike Commander.”

“Feedback loop established,” Crys murmured, catching Cody’s eye. He’d gone through SEP like Cody and Gregor, but every soldier took to it a little differently. Cody had gotten an even spread of improved reflexes, metabolism, strength, and speed. Gregor’s enhancements had maxed out his strength and metabolism, letting him shake off hits that would kill or cripple an unenhanced human. Crys’ were subtler; he was even faster than Cody, if not as strong, and the chems had somehow boosted his cognitive performance. They’d made it possible for him to undergo cybernetic procedures that would have been deemed much too risky for any unenhanced human.

“We’re in?” Cody checked the safety on his pulse rifle.

“Affirmative. We’ll be going in hot. Patrol patterns will only get tighter as we near the control room. And—” Crys grimaced, electric blue eyes flashing with computerized input. “—if we can’t find an exit fast after we secure the central control hub…”

Cody nodded. “Kit and Sgt. Drallig will secure our exfil.”

“I’m tapped into the alarm system, but there’s a chance for it to be tripped manually,” Crys warned.

“Then we’ll take out any omnics we come across before they can get to it.” Cody gestured for his squad to move out.

Their movement further into the base was easy. Too easy. Every one of them was on high alert yet they still didn’t see the ambush until they tripped it—a full squadron of OR14s blockading the corridor with not one or two but three fucking Bastion turrets and a shielding unit for the whole goddamned party. Fun for all ages.

Then the second wave of war machines flooded into the corridor behind them in a pincer attack that would have made 17 cry big ugly tears of joy, and the mission was officially FUBAR.

Cody was about to start making his peace with the world at large when the razor-sharp head of an arrow sprouted from the chassis of the OR14 tank bearing down on him. He stared, mouth dry and tasting of char and blood. Sizzling blue light arced along its shaft and the OR14 buckled as its electrical systems shorted out.

“I’m hit!” Crys shouted over comms. Gregor was holding their backline and going toe to toe with another pair of OR14 tanks for his efforts. But this wasn’t a sustainable position. And even with SEP enhancements, they couldn’t hold forever.

“I’ve got you.” Kix swore viciously over comms as he ducked behind cover, half-dragging Crys behind him.

They hadn’t even gotten to the control room yet. Much less secured it. Whoever had given Overwatch HQ the stats on this base, they’d been lying out of their ass. Cody resolved to get back to Geneva just to wring necks over it. Let alone—

“You should not have let your guard down,” an imperious voice said. A tall man hauled Cody up like he weighed as much as a kitten. His face was half covered by an armored cowl but dark eyes and heavy eyebrows were furrowed in a scowl at him. Innocuous against his Japanese-style body armor and shoulder quiver of high-tech arrows, a head of auburn-bleached hair gleamed in the harsh LEDs of the control base.

Cody’s pulse rifle got slapped back into his hands and it felt like his brain got rebooted at the same moment. “Who the hell are you?”

“The man that is about to save your life,” the archer replied. “You have the technology to disable the control room once you breach it then, yes?”

“This is a classified—”

“Good.” The archer nodded. He had the gall to wink at Cody over the cowl. “You don’t have to spill all of your secrets yet, Commander. I like my allies a little more… long-lasting.”

Bloody hell. Cody grinned despite himself and wiped the blood off his brow from where a stray shard of shrapnel had almost taken his eye out. “Talk after. Take out the control room now.”

“That kind of forthrightness is what I like to see in a man,” the archer purred as he nocked an arrow and drew his bow. The weight on that thing had to be over forty, forty-one kilos, but the man did it easy as breathing.

Another fighter—especially one as good as this archer—made all the difference. He took down an OR14 from around a corner without breaking a sweat. Half his shots connected in ways that seemed to bend the laws of physics—scatter arrows, rebounds, trick shots from across the entire fucking corridor, all while the man flipped and twisted through the air like an Olympic acrobat.

Crys was able to break open the central hub after a round of healing nanite injections from Kix. Gregor held the doors as their point of defense while Crys uploaded a series of viruses that would cripple the omnium’s comms network and foul their navigations systems, rendering them ducks in a barrel when the local MEKA forces swept in to wipe the rest of the base out.

All this while the archer trashed different parts of the server room alongside Cody, wrecking hardware and banks of data drives. He took an inordinate amount of glee from swinging his bow into monitors and kicking through holographic projectors.

“I’ll clear you a path out,” the archer said when he was done.

“How do I know you’re gonna make it out after me?” Cody asked and checked the charge left on his magazine. They could make it out. This was far from the desperate last stand Cody had thought they’d be making. All thanks to—

The archer hesitated, gloved hands flexing on the grip of his bow. “Is this you asking for my number, Commander? I’m not usually so easy as all that.”

“I can’t buy you drinks if I don’t even know your name or how to contact you,” Cody replied. He stepped closer even as every instinct he had screamed at him to step away, that this man was—somehow—more dangerous than any omnic or tank. “And I’m not the kind of man to leave a dept unfulfilled.”

“No debt,” the archer murmured, dark eyes studying Cody’s face intently. He reached out to brush the tips of his gloved fingers across Cody’s brow, where the shrapnel had torn his face open. It was already clotted and healing, the too-hot feel of inflammation telling Cody that his body was working overtime to seal the wound. “You should get this looked at. Unless you want a dashing scar as a keepsake of our time together. But you don’t seem to be a sentimental man, Commander.”

“I might surprise you.” Cody caught the archer’s wrist, studying him in turn. His roots were showing under the bleach job. They were as ink black as his eyebrows. Thin crow’s feet lined his dark and narrow eyes, expressive for all that the cowl hid his mouth and nose. He hadn’t noticed the curved sword strapped to his back until now. On first guess, it might have been a katana—but Cody didn’t know enough about swords to identify it at a glance. Strangely archaic weapons for such a skilled fighter. It only made Cody hungrier—for more time, more intel, a greedy wish to see his face uncovered.

“Ben,” the archer finally said. “I don’t doubt that, Commander. I… travel often. But you’ve made a convincing argument for those drinks.” He plucked a thin, metallic token out of some hidden pocket and tucked it into a pouch on Cody’s tac belt with nimble fingers. The feel of Ben’s hand on his belt had a thrill of—something running through him.

“That’s Drallig on the line,” Crys said into comms, voice oddly strangled. “Exfil secured.”

“Move out,” Cody barked. He took a hasty step back from Ben, who only smiled—if the wrinkling by his eyes meant anything. “You have an exit?”

“Commander,” Ben purred, nocking another one of his strange and sparking arrows, “let’s just say… my backdoor is very well secured.”

Kix let out a strangled noise. He had one of Crys’ arms over his shoulders, the slicer looking like he’d lost a little too much blood as they’d lingered in the control room.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Lt.,” Cody barked as he passed Gregor. “We have an exit to make.”

“Sir yes sir.” Gregor saluted him with one of his hulking rotary cannons and the comm line exploded into laughter.

Back at base, Cody suffered 17’s scrutiny while his face was sutured back together in a medic’s tender loving care. He had healed too fast, sealing in the shrapnel. The wound needed to be sliced back open, cleaned, and then stitched together again.

“Yeah, that’s gonna scar,” 17 said with a vicious laugh.

Pot. Kettle.

“You recognize this?” Cody flipped 17 the token “Ben” had left him with.

17 caught it out of the air and turned it over in one big hand. His face was unreadable—but maybe that was all the scarring. He’d no doubt already read Cody’s brief. “I knew you’d left something out. You’re a shit liar, kid.”

“That’s a yes.” If 17 knew who Ben was… and Ben had known Cody by name—not unusual in and of itself. Cody was a high-ranking soldier in a global peacekeeping force fighting against the worldwide invasion of the omnics. The Omnic Crisis was wreaking havoc on a scale never before seen but it was also engendering collaboration on an unprecedented level. MEKA, SEP, JEDI, Overwatch, the Crusaders, Volskaya… the best way to unite humankind was to give them a common enemy.

“Yeah. See this?” 17 held up the token so the light glinted off the strange symbol in the corner. It almost looked like a pair of dragons twined together—in an embrace or locked in battle, Cody couldn’t tell. “That’s old blood Yakuza. The Shimada clan. Word was that they all died out after the eldest son went batshit and murdered half the family. Bye-bye, little brother. Bye-bye, gramps. Man was set to succeed the throne of one of the most powerful crime families in East Asia. Instead he wiped them out in a matter of weeks and disappeared off the map.”

“How do you know…?”

17 tapped the token and slid it across the flimsy bedside table to rest by the head of Cody’s medical cot. “The twin dragons are a symbol of power and blood ties. Only the ruling heads of the family got ‘em as their insignia. Out of every high-ranking asshole in the Shimada Clan, only one survived the bloodbath. Take a guess, kid.”

Cody swallowed. The level of skill, the cutting-edge gear, the sharpness in Ben’s eyes… it made too much sense for him to reject it out of hand.

“Shimada the elder is bad fucking news,” 17 said flatly. “Any man that can betray his family like that—crime bosses or not—is a big fat warning sign. You hear me, Cody?”

Yes. Warning sign. Bad news. Danger. Absolutely. Cody saluted 17 and fought down his wince when the movement pulled at his stitches and bruises.

“Bloody hell,” 17 muttered, throwing his hands up in disgust. “Why do I even bother. You know what, kid, if you want to chase after rumors and ghosts, that’s your call. It’s not like I’ve got sixteen years of wisdom on you or anything.”

“Fifteen and a half,” Cody said and bared his teeth up at 17. Never let it be said that he wouldn’t hold his oldest brother to a certain standard of integrity and truthfulness.

“Fucking brat,” 17 muttered. But he scrubbed his knuckles over Cody’s curls in a way that meant affection for him and gave him a sharp nod. That was as good as a big shiny medal and a commendation, coming from 17.

After 17 left the room with the medic, Cody pulled the token over to him and gingerly laid back among his stiff medbay-issue pillows. The center of the metal token was smooth and slightly worn down. His own thumb fit perfectly into the imprint and the metal warmed to his touch.

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Feral Instincts Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogue's Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 971

Warnings: None?

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She was sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her when he pushed the door open and she looked up at him.

“I shouldn’t be here.” She said, looking down again. “There are support groups for the newly infected, I’ll reach out to them, let them know a feral did it and is trying to get at me. Any Alpha should be able to keep him from getting me back before he’s taken care of, doesn’t have to be you guys.”

“And then we’d have them knockin’ at our door wondering why we let a feral attack someone in our territory.” Syverson said.

“You didn’t know.”

“And that makes it worse, not better.” He said, “We dropped the ball, big time, and we’re going to deal with the fallout.”

“Don’t tell me this is a wounded pride thing.”

“It’s not.” He said, but then shrugged. “Not entirely, anyway.” He sighed, his eyes closing briefly. “Stephanie, I told you that you’re free to go if you want, that you’re not a prisoner here. If you want to go to one of those groups, I won’t stop you, the others may make a fuss, Mike most of all probably, but it’s ultimately your decision.” She was quiet. “But I want you to stay.” She looked up at him. “I--we--have this overwhelmin’ urge to protect you. To keep you from harm and take you into the pack.”

"I heard."

"August thinks you might be an Omega wolf."

"Heard that, too."

"How's your head?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Better, but still hurts."

"Then why don't you get some rest and we'll figure stuff out later." Sy suggested, "Steph, this shit happened only a few hours ago, it's all still new and fresh. Get some rest, some food in ya. Think it over and tomorrow, if you still want to leave, I'll take you into town myself."

"Okay." She said with a nod and he pushed away from the doorframe, closing the door to give her some privacy.

It was night and the house was quiet, everyone having gone to bed. Sy insisted that he was fine on the floor while she took the bed, but she still felt bad. Stephanie could hear his soft snores below her as she stared up at the ceiling and she rolled over, scooting to the side of the bed and looking down at him. His arm was flung over his eyes, his other hand resting on his bare chest. He had a tattoo high on his shoulder that had been covered by his shirt, two crossed arrows with a dagger laying on top of them, a ribbon curling behind it with the words DE OPPRESSO LIBER in the bottom arch. She'd ask him about it tomorrow. If she remembered. Reaching down, she ran her fingertips down his arm lightly, but pulled her hand back sharply as he stirred, turning over again.

"Steph?" She heard him ask drowsily, but she didn't answer, letting him think she was asleep. His breathing eventually evened out again and she sighed, flopping into her back. She just had to be being looked after by four devastatingly handsome, and one boyishly handsome, men. Sy had told her that they felt compelled to protect her, but the compulsion she had was to bury her face in their chests or neck and breathe deep. Must be the fact that they were Alphas, but she had the same compulsion with Mike, so maybe not. Geralt holding her earlier hadn't helped things, the scent of him burned into her brain, the sound of his heart.

Maybe she should leave. They obviously thought of her more as an obligation than anything else. The morning. She'll make her decision in the morning. Closing her eyes, she sighed again, willing her mind still and drifting off to sleep.

She was locked in a dream, the house twisting and shifting around her. She heard nails on the wood floor and looked over, seeing the wolf just as it walked out of sight past the open door. Getting out of bed, she stepped around Sy still asleep and left the bedroom, seeing it round the staircase and head down. Stephanie followed, walking down the stairs, the walls warping oddly and the railing feeling alive under her hand. She heard her name dimly, but she ignored it. A hand grabbed her but she pushed them away absentmindedly and there was a muted crash. The front door swung open on its own, the wolf leaving the cabin and she stepped out into the night air. The trees twisted and moved strangely, the air itself warped.

He was standing there, waiting for her, the wolf vanishing as it walked through him. The smile he had should have made her blood run cold, but she couldn't feel anything. She was grabbed again, strong arms like steel bands around her and was picked up off her feet. She heard her name again, but it didn't break through and she fought against the one holding her.

"Stephanie!" Reality came crashing back with a jolt and she blinked rapidly, going limp in their arms. She was outside, the night air cool against her bare arms and legs. His face twisted in hatred and rage as she snapped out of whatever spell he had put her under and he turned and ran, disappearing into the dark forest.

"What…?" She asked dimly and was set back down again, the one holding her pressing his forehead to the back of her head and she felt him breathing heavily, his chest so tight against her back that she could feel his pounding heart.

"Walker!" She heard and he picked his head up.

"It's fine." He said, "I have her." He rested his head against hers again with a sigh. "I have her."

[jeusussavearmyveteran1205]

US Army Special Forces \ Green Berets | "De Oppresso Liber"

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History

Special Operations Command (SOCOM) has been leading the directive with its units to conduct operations all throughout the world. This is the full-encompassing power with the power to deploy, plan, and maintain special operation missions and tasks.

Commander - U.S. Army Gen. Bryan P. Fenton

Command Sergeant Major - US. Army CSM Shane W. Shorter

Location - MacDill Air Force Base, Fla.

" In 1982, the 1st Special Operations Command was established provisionally as higher headquarters for SF, Ranger, PSYOP, CA, and SOA units. In 1988, Gen. Vuono, approved the creation of an ARSOF MACOM. USASOC was established in provisional status on December 1, 1988."

Only 36 years have passed since having a centralized headquarters unit cohesion for the multiple branches between their SOF detachments.

De Oppresso Liber!

1st Special Forces Group(Airborne), United States Army

1st group is stated at Joint Base Lewis-McCord, Washington. This unit's area of operation is located in Asia and the Pacific.

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My media this week (27 Nov-3 Dec 2022)

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📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍De Oppresso Liber (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStoriesr) - Differently OK Local Idiots #7; love this series, love these characters, making me into some kink that's not usually my thing at all -

😍Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots #2) (Cat Sebastian, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - reading Daniel Cabot just really made me wanna revisit Peter and Caleb!

😍Petrichor (aleatory_fox) - wonderful domestic geralt/jaskier/eskel; technically omegaverse but those elements are very light & nontraditional & not really the focus at all

🥰down for you always (dreamtiwasanarchitect, liadan14) - the new me (is really still the real me) #1 - bro!Joe is the newest immortal but he & Nicky are still made for each other - very hot!

😍Preventative Maintenance Checks and Services (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - Differently OK Local Idiots #8 - just really love them!

🥰How Y'all Doing?: Misadventures and Mischief from a Life Well Lived (Leslie Jordan, author & narrator) - just LJ telling stories, like he did so well. a little bittersweet with his death so recent

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Cut and Changed and Rearranged (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 10.8K - someone did art on twitter, and so i had to reread, because who doesn't love 'confession of feelings via mixtape'?!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Travel Man - s2, e3 (Noel Fielding, Copenhagen)

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e5

Avenue 5 - s1, e1-2

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Peanut Butter

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Hot Dogs

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Corn Flakes

Mystery Menu with Sohla & Ham: Hot Pockets

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Off Menu - Ep 88: Mae Martin

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 'The Godfather' and the limits of on-screen representation

Decoder Ring Plus - The New Age Hit Machine

The Sporkful - Claire Saffitz Doesn’t Need To Defend Dessert

Switched on Pop - Why do new Christmas songs fail?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moon Trees

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bread and Puppet Museum and Theater

Still Processing - Plastic Off the Sofa

Vibe Check - Those Are French Fighting Words

99% Invisible #516 - Cougar Town

Shedunnit Book Club - Howdunnit

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fluorescent Rocks of Sterling Hill Mine

Into It - Before Elon Bought Twitter, He Tried His Own Version of 'The Onion' (Plus: What's Laci Mosley Into?)

Ologies with Alie Ward - Special Ep: Mycology (MUSHROOMS) Tom Volk Memorial Encore

One Year Plus - The Making of One Year: 1942

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tina Turner Museum

Strong Songs Bonus Episodes - Jimi Hendrix's Solo on "Hey Joe"

Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Pub Rock, Power Pop and New Wave

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Hit Songs from '80s Movies

The Hollies' Greatest Hits

Repeat When Necessary [Dave Edmunds]

Presenting The Kinks

Playlist: The Very Best Of The Lovin' Spoonful

Bossa Nova Time

Essential Proto-Metal

Rumours [Fleetwood Mac]

Presenting Fleetwood Mac

Presenting Carly Rae Jepsen

Presenting Nine Inch Nails

[superbavenuebear]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Army Special Forces De Oppresso Liber surgical steel ring.

[bsideheart]

Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals 💜🤍🩶🖤!!!!

WAUGH OKAY :D i’m gonna shuffle my metal playlist because that’s mostly what i’ve been listening to recently

De Oppresso Liber // Sothis [this is super good symphonic black metal!! i have a friend who knows the guys in the band so that’s how i discovered them]

Love Bites // Judas Priest

God, Allow Me (Please) To Play Music // Voice of Baceprot [if you only listen to one new band this month let it be voice of baceprot. they’re soooo good]

Rainbow in the Dark // Dio

Fade To Black // Metallica

my true favorite mutual doesn’t participate in chain games and i don’t like to pick favorites of the rest so: if you see this treat it like a tag game!! share your songs!! tag your mutuals!!

[mattydemise]

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