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BJP Sitaramdera Mandal Addresses Traffic Issues with DSP
Delegation submits detailed memorandum for resolving traffic problems in Jamshedpur. BJP Sitaramdera Mandal met with the Traffic DSP to address various traffic issues, submitting a detailed memorandum and requesting solutions. JAMSHEDPUR – Led by BJP Sitaramdera Mandal President Suresh Sharma, a delegation met with the Traffic DSP to discuss traffic problems in the Sitaramdera area. The meeting…
#जनजीवन#Baradwari Chowk#BJP Sitaramdera Mandal#illegal parking#Jamshedpur#Life#memorandum#Straight Mile Road#traffic congestion#Traffic DSP#Traffic Issues#traffic solutions
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CM Revanth: CM Convoy @ 0009
Traffic problems even for the Chief Minister of Telangana
Chief Minister Revanth Reddy assigned the number 0009 to the cars in the convoy. Chief Minister Revanth Reddy assigned the number 0009 to the cars in the convoy. For the first time after taking oath as CM, he attended the assembly session in a new convoy on Saturday. Traffic problems even for the Chief Minister of Telangana State Chief Minister Revanth Reddy also faced traffic difficulties…
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#cm convoy#CM Convoy @ 0009#cm revanth#congress#featured#gdvr news#gdvrnews#news gdvr#traffic issues
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DMVgo.com and MYimprov.com Join Forces to Empower Users with Defensive Driving Solutions
DMVgo.com and MYimprov.com have partnered to revolutionize defensive driving and traffic court challenges. The collaboration simplifies the process with integrated defensive driving courses and offers exclusive discounts and promotions. Users can enhance their driving skills and resolve traffic issues seamlessly, benefiting from both platforms' expertise. This partnership transforms how individuals approach these challenges, providing a user-friendly solution for improved driving and court compliance.
#dmvgo#myimprov#driving skills#points reduction#Defensive driving#Partnership#DMV-related services#Safer drivers#dmv services#dmv online#Traffic court challenges#driving courses#traffic issues#improving driving skills
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Catwoman (2018-) #57
Bruce is really swinging between extremes huh
#dc#jason todd#red hood#catwoman 57#gotham war#last week it was ‘shouldn’t I kill you’ and now it’s ‘I’m gonna take back my son screw the plan for now’#some people are saying it’s inconsistency but tbh I think he’s supposed to be off the rails#even as he’s saying this he practically tossed said son into the middle of traffic#possibly drugged him too#For once the writers are probably telling you to take what Bruceman says with a grain of salt#like especially that last line makes absolutely no sense in the context of everything he’s done this issue lol#but tbh is this really anything new for him#the only new thing about it is the fact that it’s being framed honestly for once
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Cal and Trilla are such an underrated comedic duo and it’s a damn shame we didn’t get to see them work together
Like hello?? Trilla asking Cal about the holocron, hearing him just ignite his lightsaber in response and giving the most deadpan, sarcastic “outstanding.” Not a day goes by when I don’t think about this. Fucking. Hilarious.
They would be such an immensely funny sarky duo of Star Wars just had the balls to give them to us.
We were ROBBED I tell you. Robbed of the most sarcastic, scathing comedic duo of the century. The sassy padawan siblings we deserved but never got.
The similarities in driving too?? 💀
IMMENSELY funny.
The annoyed big sister vibes and annoying little brother vibes I get from them are so good godammit. I deserved nightmare siblings Cal and Trilla.
#cal kestis#jedi fallen order#jedi survivor#trilla suduri#second sister#NOT SHIP!!!!#Cal and Trilla are siblings#Junda lineage and their awful fucking driving skills and incredible sass#in another universe Trilla is grumbling about Cal’s recklessness as she patches her little brother up. just think about it#what did I call these siblings again?#inquisitor trauma support group?#the traffic light bunch?#parental issues committee#o66 survivors anonymous#went to the fortress Inquisitorius and all I got what this stupid trauma#padawans that deserved better#Cere Junda’s leash kids#really very interested in how Trilla was like before she was tortured. was she always this sassy and ambitious
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Episode 1: Nightmare, Alan Wake
#Alan Wake series#Alan Wake#striped cone#white cone#orange stripe#or maybe...#orange cone#white stripe#white base#already coming into epistomological tagging issues i see.#multiple cones#square base#physical cone#being used for traffic#dual stripes
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the only thing you can do about your troubles is project them onto your blorbos
#joel is now a median system (he's always been but) with slight changes in alters HOWEVER he has no idea what's happened and usually just#changes in how he feels about things and how he behaves/dresses/preferences. and the wolf kinnie thing is specific to traffic!joel#probably not a system I'm just a guy but it's nice to take your blorbos and say they have the same problems you do#like I do with cleo and my balance issues & muscle twitching#she has them because she died for a bit but. she gets hit with the projection beam#chewby rambles
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the police are treated like some kind of warrior priesthood like paladins from D&D when they're really just organized crime funded by our tax dollars
#.txt#i went out today and they were doing a big expensive propaganda event in the street and causing traffic issues#looked it up and apparently its a 'charity' event thats really just the cops running it pocketing a bunch of taxpayer cash...lmao
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Guys... guys. As much as i love you all, we really shouldnt be using the wildlife tag for wild life
#coming from an environment biologist#please leave the wildlife tag to the ecology nerds#we can use wild life or just traffic smp instead!#please? to avoid tagging issues?#<3#traffic smp#wild life#wild life smp#(i know its semantics but i think the difference in tags is important tbh)#arcex rambles
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Martyn being the step dad to the clockers is a concept I am ALWAYS thinking about like I’ll be minding my own business and boom domestic Cleo and Martyn dealing with their rowdy sons who are determined to cause chaos
#‘‘Cleo do thee wed’’ from Bdubs is so insane#also ‘‘this is our new dad’’ literally what is his issue /aff#zombiewood#traffic shipping#trafficshipping#the clockers#inthelittlewood#itlw#zombiecleo#Bdubs#bdoubleo100#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#trafficblr
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So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent
And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It
And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.
Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.
Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)
If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!
#like you don't see this shit in the sex pollen tag!#those folks know exactly what they're doing and they're having a great time#and i don't want to call anyone out specifically because like. this is a multi fandom issue#and i see it mostly in fiction space#written by people who are probably not active in their local kink community#but i did just see a really egregious and specific example which triggered this rant I've been sitting on for a WHILE#like. people who are writing heat fics also typically know! if the sub is gagging for any phallus it's not the time to ask for consent!#they're well past that point!!!#it's the fics in between that think they're doing uwu soft romance with a bit of spice#that don't know how to warn for shit and make me very concerned for their safe sex practices in the future#this is 10000% more egregious if you DO write a character who is keenly aware of SSC practices#if your character goes to kink dungeons or has opinions about the traffic light system#they probably should know not to fuck with renegotiating mid scene#this has been a psa
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“I died as I lived, embarrassingly”
She did the thing guys!!!!
It is the exact same cadence as how she ended Last Life. Which is such a good callback!
“So I left this world just as I had entered it, confused”
Also, justice for Lizzie!! I was so hoping for her placing high this season, she is the epitome of tragedy in my opinion.
Her first season: Plagued by the biggest betrayal the Life Series has ever witnessed. Her downfall was the fault of her allies. She was even permanently taken out by a fellow red name in a play for a life which never came to fruition. Her death was a senseless sacrifice.
In Secret Life: While it may have been a ploy to complete her task, no one showed up to Lizzie’s Birthday. NO ONE WAS EVEN DOING ANYTHING! They still didn’t come. Lizzie was never shown true loyalty by anyone. Except her Husband. And because of that loyalty, she took on something silly in order to help him. Despite telling Cleo multiple times to wear a pumpkin in the last episode, despite her LITERALLY LIVING IN A PUMPKIN PATCH, she still died to an Enderman. She was so close to killing Scott to, she just needed another well placed hit, or anything really! It was so accidental. Everything that could have gone wrong did. She even had an enderpearl, but she didn’t react quick enough. And isn’t that just Lizzie’s life series definer? She needed to react to Bdubs quicker, she needed to push Scott on that edge, she needed to throw the enderpearl, and so much more.
Small tragic accidents have always been Lizzie’s downfall.
It’s not a curse, not really anyways. Not for a player like Lizzie. Because here’s the thing, she is so good at this game. She has a hand in all of the skills that make a winner. Style, social, strategy, build, PvP, Redstone, etc. she has it all. She set’s herself apart and yet can’t help but lean into chaos. She can’t help but lean to much into the chaos. She’s erratic instead of calculated. She’s as Chaotic Good as they come and that’s why it’s not a curse. It’s just her nature.
With all that being said, please don’t make Lizzie’s death about the Canary Curse. She is more than that. Don’t forget.
#slsmp#mcyt#life series#ldshadowlady#traffic light series#secret life#She truly is everything to me#I was so hoping for her win#I guess it wasn’t meant to be#Jimmy’s curse shouldn’t define Lizzie#let’s celebrate#but also give Lizzie the respect and remorse her character deserves#Also gonna headcannon self-esteem issues for her character#that last line was…intense#trafficblr#secret life spoilers#slsmp spoilers
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i am once again asking for more jimmy etho content
#decked out stream has spoiled me#and secret life too tbh theyve been interacting a LOT#WHERES THE FANART!!!!!!#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#solidarity gaming#etho#ethoslab#hermitcraft#traffic smp#life series#jimmyetho#how i look with my 60 different jimmy rarepairs#its actually an issue#traffic shipping#unless u dont think so then its not
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Whumptober 2 - Trust Issues
title: the end of this road
fandom: traffic smp
cw: abuse, possible eye injury (unconfirmed)
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When the Listeners first contacted Martyn and Jimmy, back in the days of the Property Police, Martyn had assumed that they were better than the Watchers. More benevolent, perhaps. Not cruel as the Watchers had been.
They'd properly entered his mind at the end of Third Life, but for the most part, they stayed quiet. He felt them, knew they were there, but he didn't do anything about it.
They were probably doing their best to protect him, after all. He didn't mention it to anyone—not to Grian, not to Jimmy, not to Scott, or anyone else who might have had some insight. It really wasn't a problem.
Then Last Life happened, and . . . well, they made their presence known, that was for sure.
Martyn has been with them since Last Life, and he's since revised his opinion on the goodness of the Listeners.
He knows, with a certainty, that they are far worse.
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Martyn isn't sure when he finally escapes. Too long, too long, too long. He gets stuck on the two words, repeating them again and again, looping them through his brain, because if he's thinking them then at least he knows that the thoughts are his.
Too long. Too long.
He clutches his arms around his knees. His knees. His arms. He can feel them. He can feel them, how terrible is that?
His trembling fingers brush his own skin, a burning touch against his elbow.
They had taken everything from him. They had taken even his own bodily consciousness, and he hadn't known if he still had a body but now he does and he's forgotten how to breathe—
Martyn sucks in a deep breath, chokes on it when he feels his chest expanding.
He doesn't know where he is—his brain is skipping and stumbling over itself, trying to make sense of whatever happened—but he is.
He thinks he is.
He hopes he is.
“Oh! Martyn?”
He flinches away, his hands coming up to cover his ears. They haven't been able to do that in so long. He hasn't had hands in so long.
And everything's been so loud for forever.
Too long, too long.
He Knows the voice, right away, just as they had been teaching him to Know.
OwengeJuice. Owen. Twenty-five years old, six feet tall, his left foot slightly smaller than his right. More, more information on Owen that Martyn doesn’t want to know, that he tries to shut out.
“I’ll get help,” Owen says, his voice grating on Martyn’s ears, and Martyn just gasps in another shuddering breath and sits as still as possible (which is difficult to do when he can feel every inch of himself).
They had him for too long.
Too long.
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They tried to talk directly to him. They tried, at first, but Martyn’s still getting used to his vocal cords so he didn’t respond.
Now they talk to each other, about him, and they’re so very worried.
“You don’t know where he’s been?”
Grian. Angry, whispered. If they’re trying not to let him hear, it doesn’t matter. Martyn can Hear whispers just as easily as anything else.
“Last I checked, I wasn’t his admin!”
Scott, his tone matching Grian’s.
The problem isn’t that they’re angry. It isn’t that they’re talking about him. It isn’t even that they gave up on talking to him so quickly.
The problem is that Martyn doesn’t know if they’re real.
He wants them to be real. Void above, he wants so desperately for them to be real. But it isn’t the first time that he’s heard the voices of his friends amidst the chaos of noise, and Martyn’s sure it won’t be the last, and he can’t let himself believe again that it’s actually them.
They’ve tricked him so many times. He can’t let his heart break all over again.
“Has he said anything?”
Scott shakes his head. Martyn doesn’t see it, but he Hears it, and that makes it so much worse.
He breathes again, and he hears a tinge of rasp in the breath, as if his throat is trying to make some kind of sound without his permission. Odd, seeing as he keeps failing to make it work manually.
Grian steps closer, raising his voice again. “Um, Martyn? Buddy? How are you feeling?”
It isn’t real. There’s no way it’s real, no way he actually escaped.
It’s been too long to believe it.
Then there’s a hand on his shoulder, a very real hand on his very real shoulder, and he jerks away, knocking his very real head against the wall.
He’s gotten better at muffling the background noise, but for a moment he lets it slip, and he Hears everything from the rush of blood pumping in and out of Grian’s fleshy heart to the clicking of a redstone contraption somewhere far off—
Martyn pulls his defenses back up, swallows back the instinct to dry heave. Swallows. His throat moves, and saliva moves in it. It’s so strange, so unexpected.
“Martyn, can . . . um, can you hear me?”
Martyn swallows again.
He nods. Up-down, up-down. Then he speaks.
“You’re not real,” he rasps, each word said so many times but now on a foreign tongue. “You aren’t.”
“I—yeah, I am—”
It isn’t Grian’s fault that he doesn’t know he’s an illusion. He doesn’t Sound quite like any illusion that Martyn’s experienced over the past however-long, something oddly . . . staticky about him, and Scott doesn’t Sound quite right either but in the opposite way. Scott’s words are crisp, and his movements come with depth, like there’s actually something of substance to him.
“Martyn, are you hurt?” Scott asks, stepping up to stand beside Grian.
There’s something against the skin of his arm where his face should be that isn’t quite his face. It’s a little rough, feels sickly medical, and Martyn finally lifts his real head (if only to get the feeling off his arm).
Grian makes some sort of cringing sound, and Scott sucks his breath in through his teeth.
“I wish you’d just stop,” Martyn manages, every word a battle that he almost loses. “I’m just—I get it, all right, I talk too much, I need to—to learn to Listen, but I’ve heard enough, honestly. I’ve heard my friends try to rescue me too many times. It’s tired, is what it is. Boring. Come up . . . come up with a new torture.”
A pause.
“I am real,” Grian says, and there’s definitely something more to him, something very staticky and not-right. Something he hasn’t Heard in—well, ever. “You know me, Martyn. We’re real, I promise.” Martyn knows that Grian’s a Watcher.
He knows that the Listeners can’t replicate Watchers. It’s impossible. There’s a certain quality to Watchers that they can’t imitate.
So Martyn knows that Grian is the real Grian.
Because he escaped. He has a real body, which he hasn’t felt in so long (too long), he has real hands and a real head and—
“Grian?” he whispers, and he Hears Grian smile.
“Yep,” Grian says.
He breathes—a sigh, this time, relieved and exhausted and so overwhelmed. He didn’t know he remembered how to sigh. “I—sorry—they’ve had me for so long—”
“Martyn,” Scott interrupts, “what—your eyes?”
He hasn’t had a stomach in so long. It’s weird when it feels like it drops out of him.
He had begged. He had begged, and they had promised. After they had taken every other part of him, he had begged to keep his eyes.
They had held him as close as possible when one didn’t have a body (and he would have leaned into the hold if he could), had promised that they wouldn’t take his eyes, that they would leave them alone.
He had begged.
He’s always been afraid of the dark.
When they took his eyes from him, he had screamed. He hadn’t had a throat anymore, he hadn’t made a sound, but he had screamed anyway. It hurt, it hurt different from everything else, it wasn’t a fading of what he was but precise cuts and stitches that he’d had to watch until he couldn’t see, that he’d had to Hear until it was over.
He hasn’t seen anything. It’s been darkness ever since his body returned.
(He had escaped. They had gotten comfortable in assuming that just because he couldn’t see he would have no way of knowing that they left his communicator within reach. They thought that just because they had taken his hands he wouldn’t be able to grab it.)
Why aren’t his eyes back? If everything else is back, why can’t he see?
“What—” his voice cracks— “Sorry, what do they look like?”
“You’ve got a bandage over them,” Grian says (Martyn Hears disgust, anger, fear—directed at him?). “We can take it off.”
Before he knows that he’s doing it, Martyn’s shaking his head.
“I don’t—don’t,” he says.
What if his eyes aren’t there? What if the dull ache where they should be is exactly what he fears it is? What if the last thing he saw is the last thing he’ll ever see—the destruction of his eyes?
“Does it hurt?” Scott asks, and Martyn shakes his head again.
“Don’t,” he says. “I don’t want to know.”
(They taught him how to Listen. Did they really think he was such a slow learner that he wouldn’t be able to Hear the layout of the room? That he wouldn’t Hear the way out?)
Martyn buries his head in his arms again, hands covering his ears. He can Hear too much. Too, too much.
Too long.
Time moves, slow and stuttering (time was always cold, there, smooth like glass), while Grian talks about protections and magic and whatnot, and Scott leaves to make a call.
He rubs each finger against his thumbs, feeling the cracks of his joints. There’s no calluses. Did he used to have calluses?
Too long, too long.
“Martyn?”
Martyn’s head jerks up.
The one voice that the Listeners had never even attempted to push at him. Back on Last Life had been the first and last time they tried, and it had just sounded like some twisted version of Martyn’s own voice.
That voice is different, inimitable, claimed by a power greater than the Listeners.
Jimmy.
“Timmy?” he whispers disbelievingly, because he knew, logically, that Timmy was alive, but the last time he saw him was his crumpled body in the ditch in front of Mumbo’s base, eyes glassy and unseeing while blood seeped from the gash in his back, and it’s kind of hard to shake that imagery.
Jimmy hurries across the room, falls to his knees beside Martyn, and hugs him.
There’s no warning, and Martyn flinches away at first because it’s a lot of touch for a body that didn’t exist until just a little bit ago, but Jimmy doesn’t let go. He holds him all the tighter, his chin hooked around Martyn’s shoulder.
It makes him feel frightfully, blessedly real.
Martyn sinks into the embrace, his head going limp against him, his arms uncoiling from his knees. The touch burns, almost too-much (too long), but it feels so good in an overwhelming kind of way.
His hands bunch in the front of Jimmy’s jacket—jean, by the feel of it. “This is new,” he mumbles into Jimmy’s shoulder. “What happened to the pajamas?”
Jimmy chuckles thickly. “Ditched that fit. Sorry, I know you loved it.”
“Wish you’d’ve let me burn it.”
This feels right. This feels natural, normal, wrapped around one of his oldest friends, trading long-old jokes, as Martyn’s body relearns how to exist.
“Your eyes,” Jimmy says after a moment. “Do you . . . still have them?”
It’s blunt. Far too blunt.
It’s Timmy.
Martyn just shrugs. “Don’t know. Don’t want to check.”
“We should really check,” Grian says.
Martyn just buries his face deeper into Jimmy’s shoulder.
“We don’t have to,” says Jimmy, rubbing Martyn’s back, slow, up-and-down movements. It’s grounding. It’s the only thing keeping his body tethered here.
“I’ve kind of been through hell,” Martyn says, the words coming out all choked-up. “I don’t—I don’t want to know. Not right now.”
Not after he’s only just become somewhat sure that his body is real. Not when he still isn’t quite solid on the fact that anyone other than Grian and Jimmy exists.
It doesn’t make sense, to have a real body and real Jimmy but everything else not be real, but he can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he’s made it. It’s hard to trust his own senses after so long of only having one.
Too long.
Right now, he just wants to sit here and at least pretend that the place under his bandages doesn’t sting, that his throat isn’t stuck with emotion that won’t come out his eyes.
He wants to hug Jimmy, and at least pretend that it’s real.
#whumptober2024#no.2#trust issues#last life smp#fic#abuse#traffic smp#martyn inthelittlewood#itlw fanfic#trafficblr#MARTYN AND JIMMY FRIENDSHIP!!!!!#this one's a little bit trippy#but there is no on-screen gore like last time#so that's good!#lmk what you think#love you guys
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i love how absolutely pathetic martyns death was.
#secret life spoilers#imagine#skill issue#L#he literally just WALKED OFF.#martyn#martyn itlw#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#life series#traffic smp#life smp#traffic life#traffic series#secret life#life series 5#ziggy posts
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