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mariacallous · 4 months ago

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As national legislation on deepfake pornography crawls its way through Congress, states across the country are trying to take matters into their own hands. Thirty-nine states have introduced a hodgepodge of laws designed to deter the creation of nonconsensual deepfakes and punish those who make and share them.

Earlier this year, Democratic congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, herself a victim of nonconsensual deepfakes, introduced the Disrupt Explicit Forged Images and Non-Consensual Edits Act, or Defiance Act. If passed, the bill would allow victims of deepfake pornography to sue as long as they could prove the deepfakes had been made without their consent. In June, Republican senator Ted Cruz introduced the Take It Down Act, which would require platforms to remove both revenge porn and nonconsensual deepfake porn.

Though there’s bilateral support for many of these measures, federal legislation can take years to make it through both houses of Congress before being signed into law. But state legislatures and local politicians can move faster—and they’re trying to.

Last month, San Francisco City Attorney David Chiu’s office announced a lawsuit against 16 of the most visited websites that allow users to create AI-generated pornography. “Generative AI has enormous promise, but as with all new technologies, there are unintended consequences and criminals seeking to exploit the new technology. We have to be very clear that this is not innovation—this is sexual abuse,” Chiu said in a statement released by his office at the time.

The suit was just the latest attempt to try to curtail the ever-growing issue of nonconsensual deepfake pornography.

“I think there's a misconception that it's just celebrities that are being affected by this,” says Ilana Beller, organizing manager at Public Citizen, which has been tracking nonconsensual deepfake legislation and shared their findings with WIRED. “It's a lot of everyday people who are having this experience.”

Data from Public Citizen shows that 23 states have passed some form of nonconsensual deepfake law. “This is such a pervasive issue, and so state legislators are seeing this as a problem,” says Beller. “I also think that legislators are interested in passing AI legislation right now because we are seeing how fast the technology is developing.”

Last year, WIRED reported that deepfake pornography is only increasing, and researchers estimate that 90 percent of deepfake videos are of porn, the vast majority of which is nonconsensual porn of women. But despite how pervasive the issue is, Kaylee Williams, a researcher at Columbia University who has been tracking nonconsensual deepfake legislation, says she has seen legislators more focused on political deepfakes.

“More states are interested in protecting electoral integrity in that way than they are in dealing with the intimate image question,” she says.

Matthew Bierlein, a Republican state representative in Michigan, who cosponsored the state’s package of nonconsensual deepfake bills, says that he initially came to the issue after exploring legislation on political deepfakes. “Our plan was to make [political deepfakes] a campaign finance violation if you didn’t put disclaimers on them to notify the public.” Through his work on political deepfakes, Bierlein says, he began working with Democratic representative Penelope Tsernoglou, who helped spearhead the nonconsensual deepfake bills.

At the time in January, nonconsensual deepfakes of Taylor Swift had just gone viral, and the subject was widely covered in the news. “We thought that the opportunity was the right time to be able to do something,” Beirlein says. And Beirlein says that he felt Michigan was in the position to be a regional leader in the Midwest, because, unlike some of its neighbors, it has a full-time legislature with well-paid staffers (most states don’t). “We understand that it's a bigger issue than just a Michigan issue. But a lot of things can start at the state level,” he says. “If we get this done, then maybe Ohio adopts this in their legislative session, maybe Indiana adopts something similar, or Illinois, and that can make enforcement easier.”

But what the penalties for creating and sharing nonconsensual deepfakes are—and who is protected—can vary widely from state to state. “The US landscape is just wildly inconsistent on this issue,” says Williams. “I think there's been this misconception lately that all these laws are being passed all over the country. I think what people are seeing is that there have been a lot of laws proposed.”

Some states allow for civil and criminal cases to be brought against perpetrators, while others might only provide for one of the two. Laws like the one that recently took effect in Mississippi, for instance, focus on minors. Over the past year or so, there have been a spate of instances of middle and high schoolers using generative AI to make explicit images and videos of classmates, particularly girls. Other laws focus on adults, with legislators essentially updating existing laws banning revenge porn.

Unlike laws that focus on nonconsensual deepfakes of minors, on which Williams says there is a broad consensus that there they are an “inherent moral wrong,” legislation around what is “ethical” when it comes to nonconsensual deepfakes of adults is “squishier.” In many cases, laws and proposed legislation require proving intent, that the goal of the person making and sharing the nonconsensual deepfake was to harm its subject.

But online, says Sara Jodka, an attorney who specializes in privacy and cybersecurity, this patchwork of state-based legislation can be particularly difficult. “If you can't find a person behind an IP address, how can you prove who the person is, let alone show their intent?”

Williams also notes that in the case of nonconsensual deepfakes of celebrities or other public figures, many of the creators don’t necessarily see themselves as doing harm. “They’ll say, ‘This is fan content,’ that they admire this person and are attracted to them,” she says.

State laws, Jobka says, while a good start, are likely to have limited power to actually deal with the issue, and only a federal law against nonconsensual deepfakes would allow for the kind of interstate investigations and prosecutions that could really force justice and accountability. “States don't really have a lot of ability to track down across state lines internationally,” she says. “So it's going to be very rare, and it's going to be very specific scenarios where the laws are going to be able to even be enforced.”

But Michigan’s Bierlein says that many state representatives are not content to wait for the federal government to address the issue. Bierlein expressed particular concern about the role nonconsensual deepfakes could play in sextortion scams, which the FBI says have been on the rise. In 2023, a Michigan teen died by suicide after scammers threatened to post his (real) intimate photos online. “Things move really slow on a federal level, and if we waited for them to do something, we could be waiting a lot longer,” he says.

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captainpirateface · 1 year ago

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On that tour I was a mess quite honestly. This was the peak of Nine Inch Nails newfound rocket ship of fame. It distorted my personality and became overwhelming: to deal with having everyone treat you different, to going from not being able to afford a gas bill to show up to arenas full of people, who kind of think they know you.

The line starts to blur between the guy onstage and the person you used to be. My way of dealing with life was to numb myself with drugs and alcohol because it made me feel better and more equipped to deal with everything. My career was skyrocketing, but the scaffolding that was holding me up as a person was starting to collapse. I wasn’t fully aware of how bad it was getting, but I knew in my heart that I was on an unsustainable, reckless, self-destructive path. When I met David he had been through that. And he was content. He was at peace with himself with an incredible wife, clearly in love. There were a number of times where the two of us were alone, and he said some things that weren’t scolding, but pieces of wisdom that stuck with me: “You know, there is a better way here, and it doesn’t have to end in despair or in death, in the bottom.” A full year later, I hit bottom.

Once I got clean I felt a tremendous amount of shame, of my actions and missed opportunities and the damage that I’ve caused in the past. And I thought back to the time when we were together a lot and I wonder what that could have been like if I was at 100 percent. The “I’m Afraid of Americans” video falls into that category of me at my worst — out of my mind and ashamed of who I was at that time. So when I see that, I have mixed feelings — grateful to be involved, and flattered to be a part of it, but disgusted at myself, at who I was at that time, and wishing I had been 100 percent me. And it nagged me. A few years later, Bowie came through L.A. I’d been sober for a fair amount of time. I wanted to thank him in the way that he helped me. And I reluctantly went backstage, feeling weird and ashamed like, “Hey, I’m the guy that puked on the rug.” And again, I was met with warmth, and grace, and love. And I started to say, “Hey listen, I’ve been clean for …” I don’t even think I finished the sentence; I got a big hug. And he said, “I knew, I knew you’d do that. I knew you’d come out of that.” I have goosebumps right now just thinking about it. It was another very important moment in my life.

-Trent Reznor

#david bowie #nine inch nails #NineInchNails #captainpirateface #bipolardepression #chemicalimbalance #Nine Inch Nails David Bowie #wtf #captainpiratefacelovesyou #sighthsandsoundsofinstagram #sights and sounds of tumblr #spotify #i'm afraid of americans

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prettyboykatsuki · 4 months ago

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ninety-nine percent of editing for like graphics and posters is trying to find font that isnt insanely ugly

#aristotle.txt #up at 430am desiging a silly logo for my boyfriends project

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goldeneyedgirl · 24 days ago

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Ficmas24 Day 5: STL AU Part 1

Just a quick note: we've just discovered a tick on my dog, so we're headed to the emergency vet. For this reason, today's fic will be a 2-parter because I ran out of time to edit.

This is an STL AU, where Maria never goes to Calgary, so Mary-Alice never leaves, and James manages to pique Jasper's conscience Just something a little bit wholesome for the holiday season. I hope you enjoy!

The air still tastes the same down in Mexico. Hot, laced with salt and sand and a coppery edge courtesy of the Wars. He’s not sure that humans would even know what it was.

But it was a beacon for any va

mpire in the area - a warning and an invitation, all wrapped up together.

(He doesn’t miss it. Once upon a time, he thought he would. He thought he would long for that rotten house, and the vicious pleasure of fighting and killing and winning. That he would cling tight to the civility of the Cullen family with everything he had because the lure of turning back and going home again would constantly whisper in his ear. The blood whispers and lures him, but the South? The wars? Maria? Not even once.)

Emmett looks at him silently. It’s just the two of them right now - Rose is back in San Antonio, furious with them both. But it was the smart move to leave her there; Jasper doesn’t want Rosalie anywhere near any armies or scouts. He didn’t even want her to come down to Texas but it was, apparently, non-negotiable.

(“It’s about a fifty-fifty split,” Emmett had admitted, rubbing his neck. “Fifty-percent making sure you get out alive and don’t get any dumbass ideas about staying. And… fifty-percent to piss off Ed. Well, maybe forty-nine percent. Pretty sure she’s more worried about you than annoyed at Edward but she won’t admit that.”)

The ground crunches underneath his boots, and he’s almost expecting his old - younger - self to come slinking out, ready to kill without a second thought or even breaking his stride. Perhaps even shadowed by dirty, bloody-eyed newborns.

(He shouldn’t have come.)

“What’s the plan?” Emmett’s voice is serious and quiet, waiting for direction. And it jars him back into reality - Emmett should not be here. This is not a place his brother should ever set foot. He feels foolish and cruel to have brought him along. He should have left Emmett with Rose.

He wants to tell Emmett to go back to San Antonio; get the fuck out of all the territory that Maria doesn’t hold anymore. Or even just to wait by the car. That he was Major Whitlock of Monterrey, and he can walk this graveyard alone.

Except…

“Peter said the place was gone, but I wanted to see for myself,” he says, swallowing hard. “We need to go down to San Fernando to find them. I just… wanted to see the old place.”

“You want company?” Somehow, Emmett always knows the right thing to say. He nods once, and they walk in silence.

(The gravel under their boots crunches like the bones he knows are buried beneath them. It doesn’t take long to find what remains of his past, and he’s mostly surprised at how small the farm was. Is. The shell of the old mansion is little more than the stoop of an old spine cradling what remains of the burnt ruins. The ground is stained black, underneath the weight of vines and plants that are swallowing the place whole, but most of the debris has long since disintegrated into ash and blown away.)

There’s not much to see, truly. Peter had mentioned that Maria had burnt everything before she’d left; refusing to leave even the ghost of an advantage when she was being forced out.

There are only shells of buildings - the barn is long gone, as are most of the other outbuildings. The few identifiable items - a bucket, a chair, an old picture frame with only a single determined shard of scratched and cracked glass clinging on - are scattered throughout the ground and long grass, and won’t be around much longer.

A rotting wooden pillar at the edge of the farm is still standing, with some scraps of ragged fabric - indistinguishable, and some little more than threads - clinging on valiantly. Jasper remembers when they were strung - scraps of clothing from newborns fallen in battle that the survivors would bring back. A memorial for people who wouldn’t be remembered beyond the week’s end. A reminder of what happened if you were too slow. A crude list of the dead, for anyone looking for an absent ally or lover once the pieces were burned.

Carlisle warned him, once, that you can’t go home again. And he’s never really understood that until right now. Home is - was - a nebulous concept. There hasn’t ever been a time when he thought of the Monterrey mansion as ‘home’. But standing here, it really was. Once upon a time, this was his home. And now it’s just a giant grave. Not just for the bodies, not just for the newborns that outlived their usefulness. But for every single one of them, right down to him and Maria.

Except…

There’s no rage here. It’s all gone. The violence, the grief, the bloodshed has all gone away. He expected something accusatory, for the guilt and shame to settle around him like a mantle. For the metaphorical blood to seep from the ruins, for the ghosts to appear before his eyes to demand an explanation, a justification. The cemetery he expected was never waiting for him, for any of them, to come back and make peace with it all.

For all his guilt and fear, Monterrey - his version of Monterrey - has been at peace for a long, long time. And that should be comforting.

(The dread is building, the dread of what San Fernando holds. Monterrey - the house - might be at rest, but its ghosts are still out there, still tangled up in all of the misery.)

They don’t stay long, and Emmett doesn’t speak until they get back to the car. And Jasper wonders if it wasn’t so peaceful for Emmett. Emmett, whom has never fought a day in his second life. Whose human life was punctuated by poverty, but never the kind of cruelty and casual evil that Monterrey doled out. If perhaps, what Jasper saw as a sleeping giant was really a horror story in Emmett’s eyes.

(Was it gravel under their feet, or the bones of feeding the army, burrowing back to the surface? Was he kicking rocks and wood free of their path, or were they the mandibles of a young women, the tibia of a lost father?)

He takes a breath before he speaks, unable to look Emmett in the face.

“It’s better now.” The words are unsteady, and Jasper regrets speaking. I need you to know I’m more afraid of what you think and what we’re about to find than I am of anything we just witnessed.

He’s glad Edward didn’t come with them.

(He’s trying not to think about what comes next. What he’s going to find in a place that came after his tenure, that is totally foreign to him. Where rags on a post won’t mean anything, where the dirt will smell and taste different, and where the house still stands upright stuffed full of stories and horrors and every single thing that it’s ever heard.)

—

Once, sometime in the early 70s, Maria plans to go to Calgary.

(She sees it.)

There’s no future where the Major returns to them. There’s only one slim, ephemeral future where he gets hurt in the confrontation and it’s not even worth dwelling on. There’s more battles, ones where she has to piece herself back together and wash all the wounds away with blood. Ones that burrow into her head and bones with how much uglier they are now. Or maybe she’s just so very tired.

But three days before Maria is meant to leave, Valeria decides to throw down the gauntlet. Something so foolish, so dangerous, so ugly, that there will be no journey to taunt the Major and his new coven.

(It’s swift and it’s absolute. Maria executes Valeria without ceremony, just a blunt summary of her stupidity. Mary-Alice breaks down the bodies into manageable pieces before she burns them, and comforts herself with the fact that at least she has new clothes that fit now.)

Maria stays away from Calgary, but none of them are ever the same after that.

—

It wasn’t supposed to be anything. They saved Bella Swan from James. She was just a kid who strayed too close to something that was far bigger and far more terrible than she could comprehend. A crash course for his family of precisely what the Major of Monterrey is-was capable of, stretching out long-dormant muscles. The result is as he predicted - a badly injured but living Bella Swan, and James is just dust in a condemned ballet studio.

(“It happened once, oh, ages ago. The one and only time my prey escaped me…” He listens to it once, James’ little recording of Bella’s suffering, of James weaving the tale of the newborn he abandoned in the woods after killing their maker. And he thinks of another foundling, of bright red eyes and the innocent joy in her smile at his approach. The thought burrows under his skin and whilst he thinks of her regularly - his very own private haunting - he allows himself to wonder where exactly she is right in that moment.)

After Bella returns from Phoenix, bundled up in bandages and a cast that seems to be half the size of her, she’s always there. Always at the house, smelling of blood and life. Always with Edward, tucked in a corner of the house. There’s a constant trickle of joy and affection and happiness from her - from them both - when she’s present. And if she’s not present, neither is Edward. He prefers to spend his nights tucked beside her in bed or - at best - perched on her roof like a sentinel.

(He tries to ignore it. It seems like the best course of action, not to dwell on it. He’s lived with Rose and Emmett, and Carlisle and Esme so long that all the romantic feelings shouldn’t prick at him like this. Except he joined them years after both couples got together; even if immortal love doesn’t ebb, there is a certainty to it after a few decades. The feeling that the bond is forged and unbreakable. It doesn’t feel the same as the spark of delight and adoration that Bella and Edward emit just from sitting across from each other.)

Esme is bubbling over with happiness now that Edward has found his other half. She can’t do enough to make Bella comfortable, and constantly checks up on the couple.

And maybe she catches him, staring off into space as Edward and Bella tease each other over the chess board; maybe she takes note of the blank expression he takes to wearing outside of his study - not because of anything he wants to hide, per se, but because he doesn’t want to think about the emotions.

(Everything smells like human blood, and he lets the rest of the family believe that its the scent that is causing his brooding. It’s easier that way.)

#ficmas24 #my fic: shadow to light au #Alice Cullen #jasper hale #tags to come

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dazzlingkai · 2 years ago

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#cai xukun #xukun #kun #nine percent #cpopnet #idolsincedits #boyidolnet #boyidoledit #underratedidolsedit #chineseartistsics #mgroupsedit #my edit

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my-st · 2 years ago

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CXK + The Sea

#cpop #xukun #cai xukun #nine percent #myst's edits

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fuckyeahizzyhands · 1 year ago

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We said goodbye to Izzy this season. What was your initial reaction to learning his fate, and how did you prepare for his death?

Con O’Neill: You know what, I’ve been around a long time, and going through those first few scripts and seeing which way the arc was going, it didn’t surprise me. I was upset because I loved playing him, but at the same time, I think David knows what he’s doing, and we are all here because of David Jenkins, first and foremost. So I got it. I made him pay for dinner, but I got it nonetheless. And then it was just a matter of honoring what they’d written. And they kept surprising me every episode. He kept giving me stuff that took my breath away and challenged me enormously. And yeah, if you’re going to go out, go out like that.

What message would you want to share with fans who are still struggling with Izzy’s loss?

That’s a big ask, isn’t it? I would say that I have nothing but love, respect, and faith in David Jenkins. Trust him. He knows what he’s doing. None of this was taken lightly. Trust David Jenkins.

When you were preparing for Izzy’s ending, which scene felt like a bigger send-off — that epic monologue delivered to Ricky or his final words to Ed aboard the Revenge?

I remember the day we filmed what turned out to be a eulogy… We shot it several times, and then Fernando [Frias], who was directing that episode, suggested we do one more take and to “let the guard down,” was his phrase. And I didn’t know the guard was up, but that’s the take they used. And there’s an ad-lib in that take as well, which I won’t tell you what it is, which one it is. But I thought the profound moment would be the death. I didn’t understand at the time that the profound moment was the speech. I knew the speech was brilliant. I knew they’d written something extraordinary. Because they played with the narrative a bit in the edit, I didn’t know where it was going to play fundamentally in the final edit. But yeah, it’s basically written and Fernando gave me the key to get where we went to. So thank you, Fernando.

You mention ad-libbing. Was there any scene or moment you got to improvise or enjoyed improvising this season?

I can’t remember. There was a lot this season. That one in the eulogy speech is because I see it being played everywhere all the time at the moment. So I hear that a lot. There was a lot more understanding of character in this season. Ninety-nine percent of ad-libs don’t get in. The thing that’s not often discussed about our show is it’s f**king beautifully written. And we do a lot of takes, and as long as we get what is written down before we do any other playing around, then we’ve done our job because our writers are exceptional. And the joy as an actor — I’m a theater actor from way back — is when you see some of this writing. It’s just brilliant.

You talk about being a theater performer. Were you thrilled to take on Izzy’s musical moment in drag? I was told you learned the French version and English version of “La Vie En Rose” for the episode.

I’d love to say I taught myself, but no, I don’t speak French at all to my shame, but my partner does, and I have a friend called Jenna Russell, who’s just played Edith Piaf in the West End. So between the two of them, they taught me how to [sing the song in French]. And it was just excruciating for both of them… how I bastardized the French language. And bless him, Samba [Schutte] as well was even there when we were doing the lip sync to the recording. Samba was kneeling down, out the shot telling me if my mouth was doing the wrong shape for some of [it]. I mean, it was that extreme, but we got there by the skin of our teeth. But it’s funny if you’d asked me for a song for Izzy, I would never in a million years have thought of “La Vie En Rose.” Now I couldn’t think of any song that suits him better.

What was the process like getting to find Izzy’s drag look? Because it doesn’t feel like he’s embodying a character, but rather an extension of himself.

Quite a lot, to be honest. Nancy [Hennah] first talked to me about it. The drag was on, it was off, it was on, it was off, it was on. It was off. And then when we got close to filming, the drag was on again, and I just didn’t want it to be a comedy. Not that she ever suggested it was, but there were versions of the ideas for the drag which were so extreme that it felt like a parody. And I didn’t want it to be a parody.

Here’s an exclusive for you. When Kristian [Nairn] and I shot the scene where I discovered Wee John doing his makeup, there was one take of the scene where we ended up looking in the mirror together, and I heard myself say, “Make me pretty.” And as gentle as that sounds, it had a profound effect on me because I suddenly realized that that part in [Izzy] that had never been announced before was wanting to announce himself and to be pretty while he was doing it.

And that became really important to me when we were designing the look. And between Nancy, our brilliant makeup designer, and Deb [Watson], my makeup artist, they came up with that look, which I think really honors Izzy as a character, but also made him pretty. It had a profound effect on me when I had myself say those words. I think it’s probably the first time Izzy has ever said the word pretty — and it was about himself. I mean, how lovely is that?

Izzy went through another transformation earlier this season with his peg leg. Was becoming the new “unicorn” of the Revenge vital for his character development this season?

Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this a lot today because I’ve been asked various questions around this theme. And what I think is lovely about Izzy’s arc or Izzy’s redemption is we don’t change who he was. It’s a version of who he was, who is now feeling gratitude and acceptance. And we can talk about the closet, whether it’s an emotional closet or a sexual closet. He comes out of the closet this season, figuratively and visibly, and every queer person has that story. They’re all different versions of the story, but the relief of the coming out process, it’s life-changing. That’s what Izzy does in this season, is he comes out and it’s had a profound effect on the audience. So many of them have already themselves or want to, or need to, and they let him, our writers let him. It’s lovely.

David had said following the finale that there’s no Our Flag Means Death without Izzy. Would you come back for a third season if asked? After all, this is the kind of show where a character can turn into a seagull, so surely there’s room for a ghost.

That’s a conversation you have to have with David. David is the boss on all of this, and I know David always wanted a Season 3. I would be heartbroken for the show if he didn’t get a Season 3 because it deserves it. It’s an important show. If Izzy’s involved, and if he isn’t, I still think it’s a really important show and it should be given its send-off season.

On a more light-hearted final note, we got to see Izzy interact more with Stede as a mentor. What was it like getting to build that dynamic with Rhys in Season 2?

I loved it. Do you know what? Rhys was brilliant in the first season, but in the second season, he just found some extra confidence and he really stepped up. He’s f**king brilliant in the second season, and working with him on those scenes, it was a joy. It was an absolute joy because he’s f**king landed so beautifully. And to be present with him in his newfound faith and confidence… it was joyful, and I think he’s awesome.

#our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #con o'neill #izzy #izzy hands #con interview #interview #improvised scenes #season 3 #unicorn

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 2 months ago

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Nearly 90% of police killings in Brazil in 2023 involved black individuals

A study published on Thursday (Nov. 7) by the Network of Security Observatories revealed that 4,025 individuals were killed by police in Brazil in 2023. Race and color data were available for 3,169 of these cases, with 2,782 victims identified as black—representing 87.8 percent of the total.

The data from the fifth edition of the bulletin Pele Alvo: Mortes Que Revelam Um Padrão (Targeted Skin: Deaths that Reveal a Pattern) were obtained through Brazil's Access to Information Law (LAI) in nine states. In all of them, the data show a disturbingly high proportion of black people killed by state intervention: Amazonas (92.6%), Bahia (94.6%), Ceará (88.7%), Maranhão (80%), Pará (91.7%), Pernambuco (95.7%), Piauí (74.1%), Rio de Janeiro (86.9%), and São Paulo (66.3%).

Social scientist and coordinator of the Network, Silvia Ramos, describes the figures as "scandalous," underscoring a deep-rooted issue in the country: racism. While it permeates various sectors such as education, health, and the job market, its most glaring manifestation is in public security.

“The profile of a police suspect is further entrenched within law enforcement. Officers are trained to treat a young white man in a suit in the city differently from a young black man in shorts and flip-flops in a favela. The reality is that 99.9 percent of black youths in favelas and peripheral areas wear shorts and flip-flops, and they are all perceived as dangerous, as potential targets whom the police feel justified in killing if necessary,” says the researcher.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #antiracism #police brutality #police #public security #image description in alt #mod nise da silveira

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suzukiblu · 2 months ago

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Now that this week's WIP Wednesday is over (I didn't want it to seem like I was fishing for something not on your list) I was wondering if you could add a tag to your WIP Wednesday lists so they're easier to find? I think I've only encountered them on accident twice, and every time I look for them on purpose I can never seem to find them. I want to be able to jump on Damian gets a Pocket and Captain Marvel adopts Superboy when they're available, but I can never tell when they're available.

I already do that, actually! I always tag the starter rules/list post with both "wip wednesday" and "meme". Though when I do a not-Wednesday edition that's usually just tagged "meme".

Also if Tumblr's just being dicks about tag-searching, whenever I do WIP Wednesday ninety-nine percent of the time the starter post is scheduled to go up at 12:30pm EST, so you can pretty much always find it by the time it went up, if nothing else.

Hope that helps! 💙

#shaaknaa #rintalk

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obxone · 2 years ago

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Marmoris (Chapter Three)

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Rafe groans, peeling his eyes open when you park in one of the front row spaces at the Island Club. His hands rub over his face as he tries to wipe away the remnants of last night's partying.

“You could have canceled,” you offer, turning your attention to him. “Your friends can survive one day without their fearless leader.”

He looks at you, and you wait for him to snap at your teasing, but he does not. Instead, he only shrugs. “It Is tradition. First Saturday of the summer.”

“I know,” you whine, flipping down the visor to check your makeup. You quickly swipe your favorite shade of lipstick across your lips before flipping the sun visor closed. “We both have our first Saturday traditions that Ward would murder us for if we deviated.”

Rafe chuckles, agreeing that your father would have your asses if you did not make your appearances at the local country club. The country club Ward Cameron poured a lot of money into.

“Here.” You toss him eyedrops, and he catches the bottle with ease before unscrewing the cap to drop them into his red-rimmed eyes. “Appearances,” you mock in a bad English accent.

He smirks, tossing the eyedrops back into the center console and closing the lid.

“You know, Kelce will be here.”

Your eyes cut to his, and he laughs, hand pressed to his stomach at your glare. “You are not funny. Please do not encourage him either, Rafe.”

The laughter still comes from him, and it annoys you even more as you grab your small crossbody and get out of the Q7. He follows an apology coming from him as you lock your car and lead the way into the country club.

“Go golf, Rafe, before I kick you in the shins.”

He laughs but goes with a shake of his head. The role of a big brother is his favorite to play when he could use it to rile you up.

You turn in the opposite direction, aware of all the kook mothers having brunch in the sunroom. Their daughters are in one of the ballrooms, right where you are heading to fill your role as Ward Cameron's perfect daughter. You slip in, the opening speech already having begun. Thankfully, you are quiet enough that no one turns to look at who the latecomer is.

“Finally!” Scarlet dramatically sighs with relief when you drop into an empty chair beside her.

“Everything okay?”

She nods, passing you your signature iced drink.

"You are a goddess," you hum around a few grateful sips. The perfect balance of cold brew and sweet cream. You cross your legs, tightening your grip on the drink as Mrs. Henley’s green eyes cut to you. The empty seat beside you noticed when her lips turn down in a sharp frown.

Scarlet, yourself, and a few other girls sit along the back row, all seats, but one filled. Sarah. You all debuted the prior year and are here as big sisters this season. Rose had graciously volunteered you both without asking, and Ward is making sure you do not fight her on it.

“Where is Sarah?” Cecile asks, leaning forward to look at you.

You shrug, sipping your coffee. “No clue.”

She frowns, but you ignore her. You were twins, which means everyone thinks you are attached at the hip. Granted, that is true ninety-nine percent of the time, but this summer seems to be different. Topper is likely the responsible party for the lack of connection and her absence this morning.

“God forbid one of us dodge this bullet,” Scarlet mutters, and you laugh, nearly spraying your iced coffee over the last row of 13 to 15-year-old girls.

“Henley is going to have her ass for being a no-show,” you respond, glancing at the number of girls in attendance. Many were part-time or full-time residents of Figure 8, but a few were unfamiliar faces and likely only here this summer to debut in the OBX.

“Big sisters!” Mrs. Henley calls, and your attention snaps to hers. “Please wait under the veranda for your little assignments.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Blair mutters as she stands. Her arm hook with El’s as they lead the way out of the ballroom and down the hall. You follow last, making sure to secure the door before following the others.

You are halfway down the hall, the others turning the corner and leaving you behind when you hear your name. “Ms. Cameron?”

You groan internally and spin on the ball of your foot to see Mrs. Henley hurrying down the hall. A look of disappointment on her face, and you know why.

“I assume the other Ms. Cameron is out with the first of the summer stomach bug?”

“Yes ma’am,” you confirm, hands clasping in front of you. “She is sorry to miss the introductions for the season, but I promised to give her all the details later.”

She nods once before looking down at her watch. “We will finish with the girls and release them to their mothers before we make the pairings announcement. Do you think you can keep the older girls entertained until then?”

“I’m sure I can.” You supply before taking a tentative step back. A hint of a smile is on her face, and you are relieved that she takes the excuse. You turn and hurry down the hall, trying not to break out into a run so you can call Sarah and give her a heated speech over her lack of appearance. A warning would have served her so much better.

A gasp escapes you as you nearly collide with another person around the corner. Warm hands grip your forearms to steady you, and your gaze meets a pair of ocean blue eyes. Heat floods through you at the dimpled smirk on his face.

“In a hurry, Princess?” He asks.

“Something like that,” you supply, shouldering your purse. “Trying to sneak out of work?”

“Something like that,” he offers.

You fight back a smile at him after he copies your words. Sometimes JJ is nice, and other times he is a complete jerk. Today, you are not sure what you are getting, and you do not have time to figure it out.

“I should get back to my mission.”

“Mission?” He asks, tipping his head. His hands are warm on your skin, and you do not hate it.

“Trying to locate my twin.”

“Ah,” he muses. “Welp, don’t want to hold up the princess, do we?”

You frown, pulling away from him, and he notices. His hands fall against his sides.

“Don’t be an ass JJ.”

“You are the one that ran into me. Or is it the pogues' fault?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He rolls his eyes. “You are acting like it.”

“How?”

He shrugs. “You jerked away like the dirty pogue touching you burned that precocious kook skin.”

You hate this kook v pogue bullshit, and he knows it. Yet, he throws it in your face again, and it stings. The irritation at his words simmers inside of you. You know your next words are likely to start a fight, but JJ also needs to learn to let it go.

“Your words, not mine.”

He scoffs, hands fisting into tight balls. “What are you even doing here?”

Your arms cross over your waist, and your eyebrows raise at his question.

“Right,” he mutters, hands raking through his messy blond locks. “This is your kingdom.”

“You are such an ass, Maybank.”

“I have one, you can kiss it if you want.” He teases.

“In your dreams,” you mutter, glaring at him as your cheeks flame at his invitation. “Don’t you have dishes to be washing?”

He laughs, stepping into your space. No hesitation from him even though it has you taking a step back. He smirks, taking another step, and you do the same, your back hitting the wall behind you. His body heat slams into you with his next step. The mixed smell of the salty ocean water, a note of sandalwood in his cologne, and sweat threatens to suffocate you. He smells like he always does, and it makes your head spin.

“In my dreams? Do you want me to dream about you, Princess?”

“Absolutely not,” you huff, glaring at him as you try to ignore the prickles across your skin the closer he gets. “But we both know that those dreams will be all you get.”

He snorts. “Like I want you.”

“Then why are you in my personal space?” You ask.

He seems to snap out of whatever daze he is in as he takes a rushed step back. His blue eyes darken as you laugh.

“I hate you, Kooks,” he mutters with a shake of his head. “All of you are the same.”

His words make something inside you ignite. You were not like these kooks, and you both know it. How many times have you stepped in to stop your brother and his friends from breaking his face or hurting one of his friends? How many times have you shut down Rafe’s threats to have him fired? You take a step towards him, hand itching to smack him across his face, but this time he does not step back. Instead, he stands his ground, glaring back at you.

“Screw you, JJ.” You snap at him. You hate yourself for your next words, Rafe’s words, but he has dug at you enough already. “At least I know my future is not solely pending on when I end up in jail.”

His jaw drops, the sting of your words shoving into his chest, but he ignores it. His body bristles with anger. “Fuck you, kook princess.”

“Again, only in your dreams,” you taunt as you step around him. “Now, I’m sure you have plenty of dirty dishes to get back to. Don’t want you committing timecard fraud, do we? I’d hate to report that to your manager.”

Again, you hate yourself for it, but he is being rude and aggressive with you for no reason. You had never been mean to JJ. Not once. Sure, you had sassed him on numerous occasions and maybe teased him until he backed off, but you had never intentionally hurt the blond pogue’s feelings.

“I hate all of you, Kooks!”

“Oh, how cute! You actually think I give a fuck.” You turn on your heel and leave him behind.

“Walking away, how mature!” He calls.

“I have kook things to attend to. Something you have no idea about!” You call, waving at him without looking back at him.

(Chapter Four)

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