#august outlaw

[stovreye]

Happy Birthday to the loml and favourite character ever 🫶🫶🫶 !!!!!

I didn’t have the time or motivation to draw anything new, so here��s this old Jason sketch from March ⚰️⚰️

Hozier also released his new EP ‘Unaired’ today (August 16th), which ofc is Jason’s birthday, and his new song ‘Nobody’s Soldier’ is so Jasoncore I’M LOSING IT. Jasoncoded Hozier song THAT GOT RELEASED ON HIS BIRTHDAY OF ALL DAYS!??? HELL YEAHHHHHH

Save and share to save Jason from the joker’s crowbar 🥰🥰

[sevenfifteenam]

OUAT + Texts From Last Night [part 2]

[dinneratgrannys]

ONCE UPON A TIME REWATCH: 6.11, TOUGHER THAN THE REST I've seen it in a vision. I've seen her death at my hand. And when I kill Emma Swan, I will finally become a hero.

[maddnessmadds]

BIRTHDAY BOY! 🎉

AWWW LOOK AT THE STINKY JASON BIRTHDAY AUGUST 16TH JASON BIRTHDAY! 🎂🎂🎂✨️✨️✨️

[felixcosm]

LIEUTENANT / MICHAEL: Feels good to be put back together again. And out of that godforsaken dome! Yeehaw! OUTLAW: Yeehaw! SLY: Yeehaw! MATT: Yeehaw! JAM: I think you set off a chain reaction. MW: Yeah yeah, yeehaw.

[boanerges20]

Outlaw Biker Magazine // August // 1985

[delusion-incarnate]

psa: "damn these vampires" by the mountain goats is a mike walters song if ive ever heard one, im taking no criticism

[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Hunters Creek Archangel's Warriors MC #6 Outlaw's Jewel

Author: Ciara St. James

Pages: 352

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄❄(4/5)

Synopsis:

Outlaw loves his life with his club, spending his days and sometimes nights working his magic on his computers for his club. He hasn’t thought he needs anything else. Or at least he didn’t until he lays eyes on Tarin with his club brother, Bear. The attraction is instant, and so is his anger. Bear has an old lady. Why is he with another woman?

Assumptions are made, things are said, only to find out Tarin is Bear’s daughter. The daughter he never knew he had. Outlaw wants her for his own, but she’s resisting him and he doesn’t know why. He’s determined to break down those walls she has around her heart. He will find out what it is she’s hiding.

Tarin is shocked to find her mother’s journal after she dies. The journal that tells her the man she thought was her father wasn’t. She sets out to find her real dad. All she wants to do is meet him. She never imagines what it will be like entering a motorcycle clubhouse. She gets to meet her dad and his new family. Also, she gets to meet a man who fascinates her and scares her to the core.

Outlaw can’t be deterred and she can’t seem to resist. However, she’s got scars she keeps hidden, and he’s trying his hardest to know what they are. She’s too ashamed to ever tell. Only Bear and Outlaw won’t leave it alone and when that secret comes to light, they may just lose her forever. Only there seems to be someone from her past who knows the truth and is determined to make her pay for something she didn’t do. It leaves her having Outlaw and his club to fight for her. A betrayal close to home is discovered. More ugliness is discovered. In the end, all they can hope is that they’ll come out on the other side intact and that she’ll forever remain Outlaw’s Jewel.

[interroblog]

ALRIGHT!!! I think I finally figured this guy’s colors out

[betterbooksandthings]

"Get ready, because there are new must-read science fiction and fantasy books hitting the shelves this month! It’s time to trek to the bookstores and the beach, the library and the lake, or any combination of the four. After all, reading outside is a bit of a seasonal requirement.

Personally, I love reading sci-fi and fantasy books in the summer. When I have a few hours on a back deck or a beach or in a park, falling into a new magic system or sci-fi what-if is so appealing. I’ve always found it so much easier to disconnect from distractions when it’s nice out. It must be a holdover from the New Englander urge to appreciate good weather when it comes. Nevertheless, if it helps me settle into a good book, I’m not complaining. With August coming at the tail end of the summer season, it has the greatest potential for reading."

[fatehbaz]

was thinking about this

To be in "public", you must be a consumer. Or a laborer.

About control of peoples' movement in space/place. Since the beginning.

"Vagrancy" of 1830s-onward Britain, people criminalized for being outside without being a laborer.

Breaking laws resulted in being sentenced to coerced debtor/convict labor. Coinciding with the 1830-ish climax of the Industrial Revolution and the land enclosure acts, the "Workhouse Act" aka "Poor Law Amendment Act of 1834" forced poor people to work for a minimum number of hours every day. The major expansion of the "Vagrancy Act" of 1838 made "joblessness" a crime and enhanced its punishment. (Coincidentally, the law's date of royal assent was 27 July 1838, just 5 days before the British government was scheduled to allow fuller emancipation of its technical legal abolition of slavery in the British Caribbean on 1 August 1838.)

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"Vagrancy" of 1860s-onward United States, people criminalized for being outside while Black.

Widespread emancipation after slavery abolition in 1865 rapidly followed by the outlawing of loitering which de facto outlawed existing as Black in public. Inability to afford fines results in being sentenced to forced labor by working on chain gangs or prisons farms, some built atop plantations.

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"Vagrancy" of 1870s-onward across empires, people criminalized for being outside while being "foreign" and also being poor generally.

Especially from 1880-ish to 1918-ish, this was an age of widespread mass movement of peoples due to mass poverty and famine induced by global colonial extraction and "market expansion", as agricultural "revolutions" of monoculture/cash crop extraction resulted in ecological degradation. This coincides with and is facilitated by new railroads and telegraphs, leading to imperial implementation or expansion of identity documents, strict work contracts, passports, immigration surveillance, and border checkpoints.

All of this in just a few short years: In 1877, British administrators in India develop what would become the Henry Classification System of taking and keeping fingerprints for use in binding colonial Indians to legal contracts. That same year during the 1877 Great Railroad Strike, and in response to white anxiety about Black residents coming to the city during Great Migration, Chicago's policing institutions exponentially expand surveillance and pioneer "intelligence card" registers for tracking labor union organizing and Black movement, as Chicago's experiments become adopted by US military and expanded nationwide, later used by US forces monitoring dissent in colonial Philippines and Cuba. Japan based its 1880 Penal Code anti-vagrancy statutes on French models, and introduced "koseki" register to track poor/vagrant domestic citizens as Tokyo's Governor Matsuda segregates classes, and the nation introduces "modern police forces". In 1882, the United States passes the Chinese Exclusion Act. In 1884, the Ottoman government enacts major "Passport Nizamnamesi" legislation requiring passports. In 1885, during the "Tacoma riot" or "expulsion", a mob of hundreds of white residents rounded up all of the city's Chinese residents, marched them to the train station, kicked them out of the city, and burned down the Chinese neighborhood, introducing what is called "the Tacoma method".

Punished for being Chinese in San Francisco. Punished for being Korean in Japan. Punished for crossing Ottoman borders without correct paperwork. Arrested for whatever, then sent to do convict labor. A poor person in the Punjab, starving during a catastrophic famine, might be coerced into a work contract by British authorities. They will have to travel, shipped off to build a railroad in British Kenya. But now they have to work. Now they are bound. They will be punished for being Punjabi and trying to walk away from Britain's tea plantations in Assam or Britain's rubber plantations in Malaya.

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"Vagrancy" amidst all of this, people also criminalized for being outside while "unsightly" and merely even superficially appearing to be poor. San Francisco introduced the notorious "ugly law" in 1867, making it illegal for "any person, who is diseased, maimed, mutilated or deformed in any way, so as to be an unsightly or disgusting object, to expose himself or herself to public view". Today, if you walk into a building looking a little "weird" (poor, Black, ill, disabled, etc.) or carrying a small backpack, you are given seething spiteful glares and asked to leave.

"Vagrancy" everywhere in the United States, a combination of all of the above. De facto criminalized for simply going for a stroll without downloading the coffee shop's exclusive menu app. "Vagrancy", since at least early nineteenth century Europe. About the control of movement through and access to space/place. Concretizing and weaponizing caste, corralling people, anchoring them in place (de facto confinement), extracting their wealth/labor.

You are permitted to exist only as a paying customer or an employee.

[usbulletinz]

Josefa Salinas, a radio character, dies unexpectedly.

Long-term radio character Josefa Salinas passed away out of the blue this week, as indicated by her partner at Old School 104.7 FM.

Radio DJ Jimmy Reyes declared her passing on his virtual entertainment account on Nov. 16.

"Today has been a personal day; I found out that our hermana Josefa Salinas died. There's such a great deal to say regarding her; she was an astonishing individual with a wonderful soul! She cherished having an effect locally; she touched so many lives with everything she did. From her "How to Be a Young Lady" camps to needing to give everybody a free Christmas tree and presents on the radio, 22+ long stretches of companionship, and I will always remember them. Read More

[minimechacowboy]

KIYOTAKA WEEK 2024!

And here is your prompt list for Taka Week! As you can see it looks a little different then some other character weeks.

I wanted everyone to have a lot of different options and get creative with it and I thought this would be fun, any prompt is up for grabs if it starts with the letter of that week.

Kiyotaka Week will start on the 25th of August and end on the 31st, the silly guys birthday so you'll have lots of time to prepare if need be.

Use the tag #kiyotakaweek2024 so all the submissions can be gazed upon in one place!

Rules:

Art, mood boards, text posts and fanfiction are all welcome, if it has Kiyotaka's face in it it's allowed.

No sexual content.

Don't worry if you're a day or two late enjoy what you create!

Feel free to post your submissions to other platforms.

If you need some help brainstorming what to do for the days here are some prompts!:

M- Monster, murder, moon, machine, mirror, memory, music, mourn, medieval, makeover, mistaken identity, mythological

O- Outfit, ocean, omnipotent, outlaw, office, orbit, origin, obstacle, orange

R- Royalty, rest, risk, relationship, red. rumour, rarepair, ringmaster, reflect, restaurant, reputation, run, rabbit

A- Anger, adventure, animal, actor, amnesia, admiration, affluent, AU, alter ego, android, attack, apple

L- Luck, loop, lecture, loyalty, love, lawyer, lookout, limelight, laptop, light, lineage, lazy

S- Secret, swap, soulmate, shapeshift, sacrifice, science, siblings, sun, sabotage, satire, school, sculpture, sick, sense, sharp, ship

and ofc many others, use as many words as you want or even a full sentence to base your post on and of course have fun :)

[mrmousetolliver]

Alan Mathison Turing

Alan Turing was  was an English mathematician, computer scientist, logician, cryptanalyst, philosopher and theoretical biologist and is widely considered to be the father of theoretical computer science. During the Second World War, Turing worked for the Government Code and Cypher School at Bletchley Park, Britain's codebreaking centre that produced Ultra intelligence. He led Hut 8, the section responsible for German naval cryptanalysis. He devised techniques for speeding the breaking of German ciphers, including improvements to the pre-war Polish bomba method, an electromechanical machine that could find settings for the Enigma machine. Turing played a crucial role in cracking intercepted messages that enabled the Allies to defeat the Axis powers in many crucial engagements, including the Battle of the Atlantic. in 1952 when Turing was 39, he began a relationship with Arnold Murray, a 19 year old unemployed man. In January of 1952, Turings house was burgled, and Murray told Turing that he and the burglar were acquainted, and Turing called the police to report the crime. During the investigation, he acknowledged a sexual relationship with Murray and both men were charged with "gross indecency" under Section 11 of the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885. On the advice of his family and lawyer he pled guilty. In March of 1952 he was convicted and given a choice between imprisonment or probation with the condition that he undergo a hormonal treatment to reduce libido, aka as "chemical castration". Turing opted for probation and began the chemical treatments. Over the course of the following year he was injected with estrogen, causing impotence and for breast tissue to form. In a letter, Turing wrote that "no doubt I shall emerge from it all a different man, but quite who I've not found out".

On 8 June 1954, at his house at 43 Adlington Road, Wilmslow, Turing's housekeeper found him dead. A post mortem was held that evening which determined that he had died the previous day at the age of 41 with cyanide poisoning cited as the cause of death. When his body was discovered, an apple lay half-eaten beside his bed, and although the apple was not tested for cyanide, it was speculated that this was the means by which Turing had consumed a fatal dose. Many question whether his death was suicide or accidental but it is officially listed as suicide. In 2013, Queen Elizabeth II signed a pardon for Turings conviction of "gross indencency", with immediate effect. The Queen officially pronounced Turing pardoned in August 2014. The Queen's action is only the fourth royal pardon granted since the conclusion of the Second World War. Pardons are normally granted only when the person is technically innocent, and a request has been made by the family or other interested party; neither condition was met in regard to Turing's conviction. In September 2016, the government announced its intention to expand this retroactive exoneration to other men convicted of similar historical indecency offences, in what was described as an "Alan Turing law". The Alan Turing law is now an informal term for the law in the United Kingdom, contained in the Policing and Crime Act 2017, which serves as an amnesty law to retroactively pardon men who were cautioned or convicted under historical legislation that outlawed homosexual acts. The law applies in England and Wales.

[kisses4kaia]

MORE BROTHERS BEST FRIEND BILLY THE KID I BEG OF YOU

GIBSON GIRL .ᐟ

pairing— brothersbestfriend!william h. bonney x fem!reader

warnings— smut, forbidden relationship, p in v, oral (m and f receiving) EVERYONE IS LEGAL!!

a/n— this took an absurd amount of time sorry! she’s here now tho so plz reblog if u enjoyed! (also not a part two to the first one 🤍)

“billy, make sure she’s safe while i’m gone, will you?” jesse asks his best friend in reference to you, his innocent, sweet, little sister. and naturally, without any hesitation, billy nods. “of course, always,”

there’s something about his tone when he says it, something that hints that his opinion of you isn’t entirely fraternal, but perhaps something more profound. jesse doesn’t catch onto that, though; never having been the brightest tool in the shed.

almost ignorantly, he just nods at billy in respectful acknowledgment, kisses you on the cheek, all before leaving the house, heading into town for whatever errands needed running, leaving you and billy alone for many unsupervised hours.

god, the tension between the pair of you was palpable—thicker than molasses and sweeter than it, too. to make matters worse for the outlaw, recently, you took up a new hobby—making billy squirm. making innuendos just barely passable as innocent banter, being on your best behavior and letting him know you were like this just for him, then going and turning it around completely, becoming a complete and total brat, not heeding to mind a single word he speaks.

and fuck, it was driving him insane. he felt so ashamed of himself on nights when all his mind could conjure up before bed was images of you—images the lord would frown upon sincerely—and end up with a cum-splotched torso and a still unsatiated cock. he hated you for it.

you, with your too-tight denim shorts in july, and with your ribbons in your pigtail plaits, and your sweet, soft, wickedly tantalizing, eyes and even more venomous voice. everything about you drove him mad, and it was the very nature of your relationship that irked him the most—because, he knew, as desperately as he wanted, he could not have you. you were his best friends little sister, for christ’s sake! it was never bound to end well for him. honestly, he felt like the fates had fucked him.

so now, when you are in your bed, reading a romance novel you’ve already read twice, something outside of your window catches your eye. billy is currently out on the farm with the horses, tending to them. not an uncommon sight, however since it’s august, and this is the midwest, and it is hot—almost naturally—billy has abandoned his linen, button-up, shirt and is wearing nothing but a dirt-stained wifebeater, his trousers, and gun holster—and of course, his cowboy hat. you bite your lip at the display, sure this must be a product of one of your many erotic dreams about your brothers best friend, but all of that is debunked when he looks up at you, his catching the way your bottom lip is folded behind your teeth and your lingering gaze is burning onto his toned arms—probably a result of workin so hard as a farmhand and cowboy his whole life, you reckon—and meeting your piercing gaze.

you decide to push yourself off of your pretty, bowed, sheets and make your way downstairs to the trouble that lies within the man you grew up right next to.

“you know, it’s rude to stare,” billy chimes while you sit on an old, rackety, rocking chair residing on the back porch of your house, watching billy on the ranch. “and you think i’m above being rude?” you cock your head slightly, almost challenging him but not quite. he rolls his eyes, obviously wanting to snap back but can’t find it in him, not when you’re looking at him like that.

soon, he’s done with the work needed to have been done (admittedly, he did make haste so as to keep you waiting on him), and he’s grabbing his shirt off the pole of the wooden fence that is caging the horses in, tying the sleeves around his waist. he doesn’t spare you a single glance as he walks into the home, but you know he’s silently beckoning you to trail after him—after all, you were only out here to ogle at him, weren’t you?

when you enter the threshold of your home, your eyes land upon billy, who is pouring himself a glass of cheap whiskey and plopping down onto your couch.

“c’mon, sit down,” billy offers, sweat on his brow as the brown liquor swirls around the crystal glass, his legs spread wide and his demeanor exuding assertiveness. “well, now don’t be silly, there’s no other seat,” you acknowledge the lack of another sofa in the cozy living room, and the one billy did sit on, was only big enough to seat one. “oh, that’s no problem, doll, just sit on my lap, hm?” he cocks his head at you, daring eyes telling you all you needed to know. your raise your eyebrows and smile. “are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” your voice is a single warning, and billy is clearly throwing all caution to the wind, because he laughs. “c’mon, baby, i’m a big boy, i know what i want,” you knew what his underlying message was and the implication urged you to begin walking towards the couch.

blue eyes bore into yours as you throw a leg on either side of his thighs, skirt splaying over the tops of your thighs. he downs all the liquor in the glass before placing it onto the small coffee table next to him, eyes never leaving yours. carefully, but not fearfully, he drags a finger from your calf all the way to your waist, before both of his large hands take a rest at your love handles. “careful, billy,” you say in a singsong voice, allowing your hips to slowly, very slowly, begin moving downwards unto billy’s crotch. your arms lazily wrap around his neck, forearms resting on his strong, broad, shoulders. he kisses his teeth, bringing his face closer to yours ever so slightly, whiskey breath fanning over your face, chest, décolletage. when his lips finally encase yours, there’s so much built-up tension flowing in the passionate manner in which he kisses you, his palms grip onto your hips possessively before pressing all over your back, grappling desperately to get his calloused hands everywhere on your body all at once. he felt like he was drowning in you, but he would never call for help, for he needed you this instant and there was nothing stopping him from having you right here, right now.

“get on your knees,” he grits through his teeth, lust seething through the low growl that is his voice. you hardly think twice before moving back onto the plywood floor, knees already taking splinters, but you didn’t care, not when billy was unbuckling his denim trousers and letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers.

billy revels in the wide-eyed expression on your face as you take in his size. his cock was beautiful—angry, red, and proud, tip leaking with precum, pretty veins running vertically along the length. you swallow your surprise and slowly, you wrap a soft hand around the base of his length, bringing your lips down to his tip and pressing teasing kisses on it. the man above you lets out a soft groan, relaxing his muscles and allowing a strong hand to run through your hair, not quite gathering it yet, but maintaining it out of your face.

after peppering gentle kisses all over his hard cock, you finally flatten your tongue against the underside of him, licking up to the tip. you wrap your lips around his achy head and take as much as you can of him into your mouth, warm throat tightening around him. it takes everything inside billy to not immediately start fucking your fragile face, and when your tear-pricked eyes met his darkened blue ones, he roughly pulls you off of him. he throws you onto your back on the couch, like you weigh no more than a feather, hikes up your skirt and pulls your pale, pink, cotton, panties to the side. as he begins sliding his cock between your puffy folds, his tip brushes against your sensitive bud, and you whine, needing him to quit dangling the carrot and fuck you already. at the pathetic sound, billy just coos, pressing a gentle, loving, kiss to your pouted lips, before slamming his cock into your unprepared, sopping, cunt. you cry out against his lips and as he begins rutting his hips against yours, he’s trying to find restraint. he knows you probably won’t be able to walk properly for a week if he keeps fucking you like this, but the pent up tension finally being released urges him to keep fucking you primally—and plus, you wanted this, didn’t you? with your teasing, and your fucking miniskirts, everything you did was a beg for billy to fuck you into your place, right?

even in his sex-crazed state, billy’s still a gentleman who’s concerned with your pleasure just as much as his, and uses one of the hands he had rested beside your head to draw fast circles on your clit, pulling the most melodic sounds from you. they pushed him closer and closer to the edge and before you both knew it, billy was pulling out of your cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling, stroking himself a few times before painting your abdomen in his seed.

when he came down from his high, billy dropped down to his knees before you, skipping all the teasing he wanted to do (he would, next time) and licked a fat stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit and sucking momentarily. the muscle continued to work at you, dipping and fucking into your achy hole, and within minutes, your orgasm had crashed into you like a powerful ocean tide, struck by poseidon himself. you cried out his name, explicit weaved between your moans. billy just rides you through it, strong hands holding your wildly bucking hips down as you spasmed through your release.

“good girl, such a good girl,” billy cooed, the praise making your face go warm, even after he saw the most intimate parts of you. you brush off the compliment, afraid your own voice would betray you and instead reply “i take it this won’t be the last time we do… this?” and billy just chuckles darkly, picking you up off the couch and sitting himself back down, placing you prettily on his lap. “no, sugar. after this, you’re mine. understand?”

[felixcosm]

Transcript under cut!

TY, OVER COMS. THERE'S BANGING ON THE DOORS IN THE BACKGROUND: So close. OVER Team, are you ready to receive the data? HUNTER: We're on our toes, pal. Ryan, you ready with the program? RYAN: Sure am. You going to survive the zombie apocalpyse long enough to get me the data, Ty? TY: Here's hoping- [LOUD CRASH AS THE DOOR BREAKS OPEN] TY: Stay back! EAGLE'S MICHAEL: It's over, Ty. [GUN SHOT. TY GROANS] TY, STRAINED: I'm hit! I'm hit! [HE COUGHS] I'm- [ANOTHER GUNSHOT] EAGLE'S MICHAEL: Room is clear. The command center's down. I repeat, the command center is down. HUNTER: Come in, Ty! Ty? Are you there? Can you get us the data? RYAN: I think he's dead, Hunter. Hey Toph, you're an expert at being dead. Would you call him dead? TOPHER: I think so. No breathing. He can't send us the files. I think he's dead. HUNTER: Quit goofing around! We've got a problem! What are we supposed to do now? RYAN: Sit on our hands and wait, I guess. Not literally, Toph. I know you've got circulation issues. TOPHER: I know it's not literal. My hands are cold, though. MATT: Ohh…that's…bad, right? TEX: It ain't great. JAM: Can you get the data that Ty was trying to get? OUTLAW: Working on it. Just a few more seconds… SLY: C'mon, c'mon! OUTLAW: Aaaand…got it! Sending it…..done! RYAN: Where the hell is this coming from? Ty, is your ghost sending me files right now? TOPHER: No such thing as ghost. I would've been one- TEX: Outlaw, they got them! OVER got the files!