#revolve door

[serpentinas]

Tate McRae — Revolving Door directed by Aerin Moreno, choreography by Robbie Blue

[strawlessandbraless]

Imagine being the intimacy coordinator on the set of supernatural when Dean and Cas finally fuck

[sweetfridays]

♡ TATE MCRAE revolving door music video

[pelirro-hoe]

Shanks in is ✨brat✨ era craves men that can put him in his place

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

TATE MCRAE Revolving door

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Thinking the unthinkable

On SEPTEMBER 24th, I'll be speaking IN PERSON at the BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY!

Time and again, I find myself thinking about radium suppositories: specifically, I get to thinking about the day that the consensus shifted from "radium suppositories are great" to "stop putting radioisotopes up your ass."

The thing is, people really liked radium-based quack remedies. They drank radium-infused water, smeared radium cream on their faces and bodies, and yes, rammed radium suppositories up their assholes:

https://maximumfun.org/episodes/sawbones/radium-girls/

The fact that this made whatever ailed you sicker didn't deter the radium true believers: if you're getting sicker, then you must need more radium.

When I think about the debate over radium, I imagine that the people who understood that radium was really bad for you must have run up against critics who told them they were being unreasonable. "You can't tell people to stop using radium. Tell them to use suppositories with less radium. Tell them to use them less frequently. But you can't just tell people, 'stop putting radium up your asshole.' They won't take you seriously."

About 20 years ago, I started pitching various institutions that reviewed consumer tech policy on the idea that they should reject any product that had DRM. After all, DRM didn't just restrict how you used a gadget today, it provided a facility for nonconsensually, irreversibly field-updating that gadget to add new restrictions tomorrow. How could a reviewer in good conscience say, "Go ahead and buy this device if you need this feature," if they knew that at any time in the future, the gadget's maker could take that feature away and leave the buyer with no recourse?

Here's the warning I (half-seriously) suggested magazines run alongside such products:

WARNING: THIS DEVICE’S FEATURES ARE SUBJECT TO REVOCATION WITHOUT NOTICE, ACCORDING TO TERMS SET OUT IN SECRET NEGOTIATIONS. YOUR INVESTMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THE GOODWILL OF THE WORLD’S MOST PARANOID, TECHNOPHOBIC ENTERTAINMENT EXECS. THIS DEVICE AND DEVICES LIKE IT ARE TYPICALLY USED TO CHARGE YOU FOR THINGS YOU USED TO GET FOR FREE — BE SURE TO FACTOR IN THE PRICE OF BUYING ALL YOUR MEDIA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AT NO TIME IN HISTORY HAS ANY ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY GOTTEN A SWEET DEAL LIKE THIS FROM THE ELECTRONICS PEOPLE, BUT THIS TIME THEY’RE GETTING A TOTAL WALK. HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MOUTH, IT’LL MUFFLE YOUR WHIMPERS.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/08/playstationed/#tyler-james-hill

No one took me up on my offer. Over and over again, magazine editors, managers of nonprofit review outlets, and indie gadget reviewers told me that it was unrealistic to publish a roundup of, say, this year's portable music players with the recommendation, "Just don't buy any of these. None of them are fit for purpose."

In other words: No one wanted to publish, "The correct amount of radium to stuff up your asshole is zero."

But the correct amount of rectal radium for you to administer is "none" and the correct car for you to buy today is none of the cars:

https://foundation.mozilla.org/en/privacynotincluded/articles/its-official-cars-are-the-worst-product-category-we-have-ever-reviewed-for-privacy/

This isn't the first time the correct automotive recommendation was "don't buy any of these cars." Back before seatbelts came standard in cars, the correct car was "don't buy a car." Sometimes, the correct answer is "none of the above." Even if that makes you sound unserious, the alternative is that you counsel people to put radium up their asses in a bid to seem "reasonable."

Today, DRM-infected products are routinely downgraded and bricked:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/9/5/24236237/ftc-software-tethering-letter-consumer-reports-ifixit

Even when companies face public uproar over these disastrous decisions and vow to reverse them, they can't, because these downgrades are one way:

https://www.stereocheck.com/news/music/unfortunately-you-cant-revert-to-the-old-sonos-app-anymore/

That's bad enough when it's your smart speakers, but what about when the company bricks your wheelchair:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/06/when-drm-comes-your-wheelchair

Or your $100,000 exoskeleton:

https://paulickreport.com/news/people/paralyzed-jockey-michael-straight-wants-to-keep-walking-but-manufacturer-wont-repair-exoskeleton

The reality is that we're living at the end of a catastrophic experiment in deregulation and its handmaidens, corruption and regulatory capture, and there are lots of "normal" things that we just need to stop doing. Not do less of them – just stop.

Like, the correct amount of collusion between realtors representing sellers and realtors representing buyers is zero:

https://www.latimes.com/business/real-estate/story/2024-03-19/realtor-rules-just-changed-dramatically-heres-what-buyers-and-sellers-can-expect

We got that one right, but there's plenty more that we're still engaged in this pathetic, denialist bargaining over. What's the correct degree to which White House officials should cycle back into working at the industries they oversaw? Zero. How many times should such a person come back to work at the White House? Again: zero:

https://prospect.org/power/2024-09-19-next-administration-can-stop-ethics-scandals/

When the Biden admin dropped its executive order on ethics just hours after the inauguration, they trumpeted that it "went further than any other towards slowing the revolving door and limiting conflicts of interest while in office":

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2021/01/20/executive-order-ethics-commitments-by-executive-branch-personnel/

And it did. But it was also full of loopholes, because banning these conflicts of interest altogether was viewed as politically unserious, so the correct amount of radium up the administration's asshole was set at non-zero. The result? Well, it's about what you'd expect:

https://therevolvingdoorproject.org/what-the-hell-is-anita-dunn-even-allowed-to-work-on/

Congress hasn't updated consumer privacy law since 1988, when it took the bold step of…banning video-store clerks from telling the newspapers which VHS cassettes you took home. Since then, a coalition of commercial surveillance companies and the cops and spies who treat their data-lakes as massive, off-the-books anaerobic lagoons of warrantless surveillance data has prevented the passage of any new privacy protections for Americans.

The result? Stalkers, creeps, spies (both governmental and corporate), identity thieves, spearphishers and other villainous scum are running wild, endangering every American's financial, physical and political wellbeing. The correct amount of commercial data-brokerage for America is zero:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/06/privacy-first/#but-not-just-privacy

In other words, we should order every data-broker, every tech giant, every consumer electronics company and app vendor to delete all their surveillance data. All of it. The correct amount of radium in that asshole is – as with every other orifice zero:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/07/revealed-preferences/#extinguish-v-improve

From the perspective of the radium pitchmen, the most shocking thing about the past four years has been antitrust enforcers – like Lina Khan, Rohit Chopra, and Jonathan Kanter – who refused to bargain about how much radium we needed to stick up our butts. Fearless of being branded as "unserious" and "unreasonable," they seriously, reasonably said the right amount is none, actually.

None. Which is why they're so mad at Khan and co. Which is why they're so bent on getting Kamala Harris to fire Khan – despite the fact that this would burn precious political capital in the senate. Some people just love the feeling they get from a radium suppository – especially the suppository salesmen:

https://prospect.org/politics/2024-09-19-lina-khan-doesnt-need-to-be-confirmed-again/

The paperback edition of The Lost Cause, my nationally bestselling, hopeful solarpunk novel is out this month!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/19/just-stop-putting-that-up-your-ass/#harm-reduction/a>

Image: Museum of the Health Sciences https://www.uab.edu/amhs/

[doctorruby]

okay but literally what if buck and tommy end up together? like what if we get to see them moving in together or saying i love you for the first time or getting engaged or getting married? what if we get to see buck having a husband? literally what then...

[dejavuez]

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[campbenji]

interesting that so far, in every season of jwct, the nublar five have been paired with a secondary character (mateo in s1, zayna in s2, possibly ben's girlfriend in s3)

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Since Megsy is reporting Tumblr blogs, I'm happy to promote YouTube channels that cover way more on the topics than I ever could. I haven't viewed this video by Taz but I'm confident she left no NYC stone unturned. Please 👍🏿 and Reblog.

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[curseofdelos]

I felt like these two paragraphs needed to be side by side

Apollo king of being bad at flirting

[loveln4]

LEWIS HAMILTON x ICE COLD SINGER!READER

My cold heart is finally melting.

- tate mcrae, Revolving door

synopsis: a singer is invited to a formula one event where she meets lewis hamilton.

She was dreading the night laid out in front of her. The cold hearted singer wasn’t a fan of cameras and parties but she had to go for the sake of her manager.

This was a night of snobby drivers and their girlfriends, a night of drinks and toasts, and a night of fake smiles.

Her car rolled up in front of the venue, stepping out and thanking the driver, her black coat enveloping her body. It was cold, December just a few days ago, Christmas still on the tip of her tongue.

Her week was filled with travel, late nights at the studio and dance practice with her choreographer. She had finally had a night to dress up and drink ridiculously expensive champagne.

As she entered the lobby, warmth engulfed her immediately. Being an ambassador for Ferrari Fashion she was expected to show up, and when she did, cameras were flashing.

“Beautiful coat you’ve got on, may we see the dress underneath?” A woman asked, a large grin on her face.

The singer willingly stripped off her coat and handed it to someone who she suspected was part of the venue. The flashing became unbearable as she walked past the large group of photographers and entered the main room.

It was gorgeous. The atmosphere was dark with little glittering lights and euphoric purples and pinks being the only source for sight. Her mouth agape, she turns to take it in, accidentally bumping into a solid chest.

“Sorry.” Her hands flew up to her mouth,faking her concern for the man in front of her. “I should’ve looked at where i was going.”

The man in front of her smiled, a gap in the middle of his teeth, Lewis Hamilton. “It’s all good, beautiful.” His eyes filled her with a new sense of feeling. She hadn’t felt like that before, well not since her ex fiancé.

He stepped left to go around her but she intervened, “Wait,” Lewis stopped in his tracks and looked down at her eagerly, “I’m Y/n.”

Lewis laughs softly, “I know, my brother loves your music. He never shuts up about your songs.”

“Huh.” She cockily replied.

They stare at each other in silence. People moving around them, thankfully nobody interrupting their staring contest.

“Want a drink?” Lewis asks, breaking the silence.

A small, polite smile turns at her lips, “i’d love one.”

As the night went on Lewis and Y/n had slowly become tipsy.

Lewis was so close to passing out but was startled awake by Y/n’s laugh. She had a blush on her cheeks that wasn’t there when the night had started and her lip products were smudged off after around the fifth shot.

She was giggling to herself and Lewis couldn’t help it but watch her. This is the first time in the whole night that she had laughed, let alone show some joy that wasn’t put on for the cameras taking a shot of them sitting down together conversing about work.

“I think we should leave.” She tells him instead of putting it as a question. Y/n didn’t have anything in mind for them spending the night together, that simply wasn’t her intention. She had feared that he wouldn’t get home safe due to his lack of energy.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He says as he stands up, slumping into her side, “My place?”

She snorts, “Please, we aren’t going to shag.”

“I want to.”

“No.”

“Why not?” Lewis pleads.

“Because.” She sternly says with an eye roll, leading Lewis out, grabbing their coats and calling her driver around.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He huffs with a dreamy smile.

She was slowly sobering up as they stood in the cold waiting for her driver to arrive. When he did she shoved him inside and buckled him up, doing the same to herself after angling his head gently against the window.

“Where to?” The driver had asked Y/n but she had no idea as to where he was staying.

“Uh…just drive around for a couple of minutes.” She tells him, hoping that Lewis would sober up sooner than later.

It was quiet and warm inside the suv. Their bodies sharing warmth as they sat beside each other, “Hey, Lewis.” She gently touches his face, her finger softly caressing his cheekbone, “Where are you staying, hm?”

He moved his face into her hand, “With you…i’m staying with you.” A felling hit her chest as he turned to face her, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispered to her, close to her mouth, “Because you’re the most precious thing i’ve seen all my life.”

She moved toward his lips, “Lewis.” She whispered, “We can’t.”

“We can.”

He connects their lips together. It was short but enough for them to confirm the connection between them since she had bumped into him three hours ago.

“I’m staying with you.” Lewis whispers one last time before falling asleep against her side.

A/N: AGHHHHH I LOVE THIS?!?! i just want to clear up that Lewis is in fact sobered up just a wee bit when initiating the kiss!!

please leave requests for any drivers and scenarios you’d love for me to write 🩷

[brotherconstant]

Louisa Guy in every episode (9/24) Slow Horses | 3.03 "Negotiating with Tigers"