#Lasswell

[jade-lop]

[garden-forgotten]

Rain and Lasswell, but they wore Warrior of Light and Cecil Harvey costumes from FFI and FFIV.

[xmind-palacex]

The day may have been bright and sunny but inside Captain Price's office had a tense atmosphere. Price sighed in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked back at Laswell who was on the screen of his computer.

"I don't like this," Price stated. "How much do we even know about the man either an he works for hier," Price said stating his concern about working with the mercenary Laswell just named.

"Price, Ulf is very skilled in medical and gathering information that will come in hand for both finding and taking down Makarov and Shepard," Laswell reassured.

"What makes you sure he won't up and shoot us if one of them offer him something better?" Price asked and a smirk graced Laswell's lips.

"Because no one can offer him anything better," Laswell said confidently.

1 hour before Laswell and Price's meeting

The early morning was calm, not many people were out and about at this early hour.

Sitting on a park bench enjoying a coffee a tall well built man pale in complextion; wearing black jeans, brown combat boots, a red plaid shirt and black leather jacket with a black leather cowboy hat resting on his head.

A woman with short blond hair soon comes and sits beside him.

"Didn't think you would actually meet me," the woman said.

"I didn't see why not, you said you had a job for me," the man stated his voice deep but soft.

"I did, I want you to join my team to take down Makarov and Shepard," the woman informed.

"I get you guys wanting Makarov dead but why all the sudden do you want Shepherd dead?" The man asked as he took a sip of his coffee, he was amused.

The woman handed him a file and he skimmed through it with practiced eyes, a smirk appearing on his lips.

"I'll join your lil group Lasslew," the raven haired man spoke, as much as Lasslew didn't like the look or sound in the mercenary's voice he was also their best choice for the job.

"Good to hear Ulf, the will be expecting you tomorrow morning at 600," Lasslew said standing up.

"Fine with me," The man name Ulf said his golden eyes watching Lasslew carefully as she left.

[hiya-homah]

what if i gave lassen/cantwell a nelisa dynamic but evil. what then

[owlcomics101]

😭 Oh lord help me-

@n4m3l3ss-c10wn

Screenshot and reblog with who you got!

I got this idea from this post by @/shyeehaw

Who I got 👇

I mean... I think I'd change my best friend but I'm cool with this 😅

[jayden-prentiss]

Dates with them:

Valeria:

-With the whole El Sin Nombre facade she puts up of course she has to be secretive when she's with you. (Imagine this was set after she was revealed to be El sin Nombre. You know about it of course) so the way she like to do date nights is actually adorable because she will find a secretive spot in Los Almas weather ghat be a forest of a field in the middle of nowhere it would be something that's small and secretive. Valeria will do everything you can imagine, get food, set a nice blanket, if  it's in a forest she'll put up fairy light around trees to illuminate the area. When you are brought to the place your heart flutters at the dedication you lover puts into date night and you take the time to cherish each other and eat the food she so gracefully set out. Typically those date nights end up in intimate nights if you know what I mean.

Farah:

-Like Valeria, Farah keeps date nights as kind of a secret thing and generally likes to be alone with you without the distractions of war. She will take some time off of watch duty or any duties she has and will show you so much love over that time. Farah (as strong willed as she is) will do the little things to show you love like write letters, give you small kisses during the day etc etc. You Two are bound to get called into training sometimes so she will take that as a way to show you affection with nobody around. (if you've seen those scenes where someone is trying to shoot a gun and their lover is standing right behind them kissing their neck) then that happens during training. You will be trying to shoot a gun and you will feel nimble hands slide around your waist and small kisses across your neck as Farah takes time to ease the tension from you. It usually ends in fits of laughter as you're blushing.

Kate:

-With Kates relationship with you being so open it's normal for your comrades to let you two go on dates and they will take over (soap, Ghost and Gaz tease you a lot about your relationship with Kate) when date nights come along she will normally drag you to the nearest bar that she knows both of you like and will spend the night laughing with you. If your somewhat in recovery from an injury she will make sure your okay and her hand will spend a majority of the night resting on the injured section weather that be the ribs or thigh etc. When you two get home you would get changed into something more comfortable and send the rest of the night talking to each other and kissing as well. The trio (soap ghost and Gaz) typically end up teasing you about the fate whereas Kate watches on from a distance smiling at your antics.

[models-photoshoots]

Madi Teeuws (Madison Teeuws) - 📷 Jason Lasswell for Alo

part 1 / 4 (part 2 , part 3 , part 4)

IG -> madtev , jslasswell , alo

www -> jasonlasswell.com

(fyi, all these photos are gathered from tumblr posts, just to make a nice collection of the photoshoot)

Source and/or other photos IG ->

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[kplays]

Or darkest hour.

I wonder if this is a metaphor for ending the game.

I hope not. I still have to stop procrastinating long enough to finish season 2. It's not that I don't like it, it's that I'm bad at starting... and trying to finish sidequests.

[siriusloire]

Well, I guess that Raegen bailed them out of jail but kept their mugshots.

(Btw, Rain drank too much and started a brawl. Lasswell literally got caught in it 😅)

Yes, joining the bandwagon even thought I am on late, as always!

[sunsetzer]

I fucking love Brave Exivus so here's some memes

[jade-lop]

[garden-forgotten]

ALDORE AND HESS KINGS

[dontbestingybaby]

"In both these aims the study of Oriental languages becomes the instrument carrying out Harold Lasswell's theses about propaganda. in which what counts is not what people are or think but what they can be made to be and think.

The propagandist outlook in fact combines respect for individuality with indifference to formal democracy. The respect for individuality arises from the dependence of large scale operations upon the support of the mass and upon experience with the variability of human preferences… This regard for men in the mass rests upon no democratic dogmatisms about men being the best judges of their own interests. The modern propagandist, like the modern psychologist, recognizes that men are often poor judges of their own interests, flitting from one alternative to the next without solid reason or clinging timorously to the fragments of some mossy rock of ages. Calculating the prospect of securing a permanent change in habits and values involves much more than the estimation of the preferences of men in general. It means taking account of the tissue of relations in which men are webbed, searching for signs of preference which may reflect no deliberation and directing a program towards a solution which fits in fact…  With respect to those adjustments which do require mass action the task of the propagandist is that of inventing goal symbols which serve the double function of facilitating adoption and adaptation. The symbols must induce acceptance spontaneously… It follows that the management ideal is control of a situation not by imposition but by divination… The propagandist takes it for granted that the world is completely caused but that it is only partly predictable…

"The acquired foreign language is therefore made part of a subtle assault upon populations, just as the study of a foreign region like the Orient is turned into a program for control by divination.

"Yet such programs must always have a liberal veneer, and usually this is left to scholars, men of good will, enthusiasts to attend to. The idea encouraged is that in studying Orientals, Muslims, or Arabs 'we' can get to know another people, their way of life and thought, and so on. To this end it is always better to let them speak for themselves, to represent themselves (even though underlying this fiction stands Marx's phrase—with which Lasswell is in agreement—for Louis Napoleon: 'They cannot represent themselves; they must be represented'). But only up to a point, and in a special way."

— from Orientalism by Edward Said (25th Anniversary Edition)

Additional citation to Harold Lasswell's Propaganda, 1934

[the-evil-pizza]

are you for fucking real right now? shitting on be's death by highlighting wotvbe is cruel and sick

[maryangelex]

loser!reader x simon riley

loser!reader who’s hired by lasswel to help price with the immense amount of paperwork that he never gets to. who’s assigned to sit pretty at the beaten desk outside of his office. but I like the idea of reader not being the typical “sexy assistant” but more like loser girl frumpy sweater and thick rimmed glasses type of assistant who still gets these Kyle and Johnny riled up working extra hard and making dorks out of themselves trying to woo you but you’re just too oblivious to men’s advances. not simon though, he’s the one that’s the most awkward yet somehow effective? you get hired and on your first day, as you acclimate to your office with your matching pastel supplies that you so delicately organize across your desk to give this t-filled office a feminine touch, one by one the boys drop off their report files at your desk to be revised and handed over to price. the first one’s Kyle, who showers you in compliments that go way over your head, “sargeant Garrick sure is polite!” Is all you really think of it; kinda frustrating for him. the next one coming over is Johnny, who hands you his files with his eyes eating you up like you’re a bar of chocolate. Johnny makes you feel um, intimidated? it’s the way he’s got that look in his eyes that feels like he’ll eat you whole, like he’s got X-ray vision staring right through that bulky knitted sweater. It makes your cheeks turn beet red in embarrassment when he makes comments and one-liners to get you worked up. the last one to visit your desk that first day caught you off-guard. while you were turned around alphabetizing the manila folders in the file cabinet behind you, you turned around to the large apparition of a skull-faced man that might as well have been a hallucination because 2 seconds ago he was not there and a man that size should be impossible to go unnoticed. your heart jumps and gets caught in your throat when you turn around and see him; dark and massive and the only visible human feature in him are the dark brown eyes behind that mask. you greet him politely through a stutter as you return to your seat, and all he responds with is an extended arm with the reports in hand. you mutter a thank you, your throat constricted, and what you get in return is a grunt before he turns on his heels and disappears down the hallway.

you’re scared shitless of that man on your very first day.

little did you know, simon’s face under the mask was scarlet red and flushed hot the second he saw your innocent glimmering eyes behind your skewed frames, making him unable to get a word out and having no other option but to retreat.

[callmecoke]

Thinking of the first time the 141 discover you on a website for Sugar Babies (P3)

cw: sexual content, reader sending nudes, mention of sex work (Sugar babies), NSFW Gender neutral reader

Thinking about the first time you sent more…risky photos to your mystery account of four men. For the first few months it was going really well for you. You were financially stable enough to

pay your tuition fees and your bills on time. You could finally treat yourself to things you couldn’t previously afford, and the boys love receiving little pictures of the things you buy yourself. Honestly, you were stable enough to quit this and apply for a “proper' Job, but there was a big part of you that didn’t want to leave this all behind. In a weird way, you grew very attached to these strangers on the other side of the world who paid you just to talk to them. They helped you during your toughest moments, even when they didn’t have to do anything. In a way, you were grateful for opening this account on a whim and meeting these little strangers.

And so, you considered maybe it was time to give them a little gift for all they've done for you.

You knew that a big part of this website was exchanging nudes and dirty pictures for money, but you had never really taken advantage of that specific service before. Infact, the men didn’t even seem to initiate anything sexual with you at all, and were perfectly happy just chatting with you and every now and then getting a cute selfie to tell you how gorgeous you looked. 

But because they weren’t going to ask for more, you decided you had to make that plunge yourself. You weren’t sure if you knew what you were doing. You didn’t go out to buy any expensive costume or underwear for the photo, just stripped down to your cheap everyday undergarments and…posed. Or at least tried to. There was an awkward phase of switching to random positions to try and find one that didn’t look too forced. You weren’t too sure if the photos you took were any good. In fact, your critical mind was telling you that they were horrific. You had picked the one photo that you considered to be ‘less bad’ than the rest and your finger was hovering over the send button as you considered giving in to embarrassment and turning around now. But, you swallowed the lump in your throat and clicked. All that was left for you to do is wait.

Switching to the 141s pov, There was some downtime after completing a rather difficult mission. John was sending a report to lasswell about the details of what went down, reporting back on the intel and the status of their target. Simon was in his corner, per usual, dulling his knife on a block of wood to carve it into shape. Kyle had found a spot on the floor he could lie down in without being disturbed, absolutely buggered after the whole ordeal. And then there was Soap…

The boys decided to rotate shifts on who gets the laptop per day. As of right now, Johnny had it open beside him while he patted dust and sand out of his shoes, not focusing on the screen until a little ‘Ding!’ noise signified you had sent something. He finally looked over and scrolled to your new message, his eyelids shooting open and his mouth hanging open as he releases a very audible “Jesus fuckin’ Christ…” Suddenly he had the attention of all three other men in that room, heads turning in his direction as if a gunshot went off. Johnny rushed to close the laptop in a desperate, possessive attempt to keep his comrades leering eyes of your body. Simon tried to wrestle the laptop from Johnnys, as the latter told him in many colourful words to “fuck off and mind your own business.” 

Between the two tusling each other, Kyle getting up and manoeuvring to see what the fuss was about, and John attempting to break up the fight, the laptop slipped from Soaps hands and on to the floor in front of them, screen open and revealing the entire image to all four of them.

Any “Flaw” You had perceived in the photo was entirely nonexistent when it met their eyes. They stood and stared at the picture for what felt like hours, just admiring the form they had only seen in their imaginations. The soft curves of your uncovered chest, outlined by the stray light of the window making you look like an angel from heaven. Their eyes traced down your chest to your abdomen, down to your clothed core that you displayed with shyly spread legs to them. They didn’t even notice, nor care about the cheap piece of cotton; too enamoured by the outlined imprint of your sex against the fabric that they swore was calling their name.

On your side of the world, you were thinking yourself into a stupor as the little “seen” status appeared on screen but no one was saying anything. So much anxiety coursed through your veins that you had bitten your nails until there wasn’t much left of them. You wondered if maybe you made a mistake. Was it too far? Did you potentially ruin the few people who cared about your day and your only source of income? 

Just as the thought of deleting your account and getting a one-way ticket to another country out of embarrassment started to play at your mind, the laptop pinged. Messages popped up on your screen. Four, exactly.

“Jesus christ you are a proper sight to behold.” (Gaz)

“The things I’d do to those pretty fuckin’ thighs of yours if I got the chance…” (Soap)

“Fuckin’ Gorgoeus.” (ghost)

“You’ve caused quite a stir here, love. Never seen the boys this pent up before. Can’t say I blame them. You’ve got me a little stiff here as well.” (Price)