#this is just for misp

[radicalreliablerandomness]

hey bbgril dont be scraed do u know rabbi nachman

[mispelled]

Marcy Marcille Marceline

[moderntimeadventure]

Forest fire anyone?

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Let's Talk About That

I came all this way just to feel this pain (4)

Warnings: talks of mental health (PTSD, anxiety, panic attacks), mentions of death/dying, anger issues, angst and fluff

Word count: 1,969

A/N: listen I love rewatching Marvel movies but having to watch civil war and pause every 5 seconds for the accords scenes killed me, but it would have bothered me if the lines weren't accurate so here you go.

May 19th 2016

You were in your office when Natasha came round telling you that you had to go to the meeting room. The secretary of state was here to talk with the Avengers. You knew this couldn't be good, but you got up with your laptop in hand just in case you needed it. 

All of you sat around the meeting room while Secretary Ross spoke, "The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes there are some who would prefer the word 'Vigilantes'." Your grip on Wanda's thigh tightens and her hand goes over yours. Trying not to cause a scene, but you must have squeezed a little too tightly. You release it completely, balling and unballing your fist.

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asks.

"How about dangerous?" He replies. "What would you call a group of U.S. based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who frankly seem unconcerned with what they leave behind." Ross speaks freely, but you interject.

"Excuse me Sir, but if you'd have gone over my notes thoroughly about everyone's after mission session when things go good and when things go not great there is in fact a difference in their psyches. This team though we are enhanced individuals still have emotions and feelings. We still care about others and it's the exact reason we do what we do. Just because the world doesn't see them break down. I do." You stand up. "Tony has severe anxiety and suffers from panic attacks when things go wrong. Steve and Natasha have PTSD. Wanda," you look at her and she nods, " thinks every goddamn day about how she could have done better in Lagos. If she had been able to hold on a second longer than no one would have gotten hurt that day. Those lives every one of them rests on her mind." You tell him though he doesn't seem to care much as he shows a video, you sit back down, moving closer to Wanda and she holds your hand, your fingers intertwining. 

"New York, Washington D.C." He's showing the group's past failures as you look over at Steve and Natasha, watching their faces pale as both try to stay in the moment. "Sokovia." The battle for Sokovia from Ultron, the one you missed. You feel her hand squeeze yours as you move your other hand to her thigh to try and soothe her, "Lagos." The footage starts playing of the building that got caught in the blast Wanda had tried to contain. The close up of a dead girl in the ruble is shown and you can feel her shift as you pull her against your chest and whisper, 

"Don't look. I've got you."

"Alright that's enough." Steve calls out. I mouth a thank you to him as I let Wanda go once the footage stops. 

"Good to know we'll need a group therapy session after this." You say flatly. As you turn back to the front of the room.

"For the past four years you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate, but I think we have a solution." He hands over a binder to you. 

"The Sokovia Accords?" You ask, thumbing through it with Wanda.

"Approved by 117 Countries. It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead you'll operate under the supervision of the United Nations panel. Only when and if that panel deems it necessary." Ross informs you all. 

"The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that." Steve interjects.

"Tell me Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of mega 30 ton nukes you can bet there would be consequences. Compromise, reassurance, that's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground." Ross states. 

"So," Rhodey starts. "There are contingencies?" 

"Three days from now the U.N. meets in Vienna to ratify the accords." Ross tells us and you see Steve finally acknowledge Tony sitting in the corner away from the rest of us. "Talk it over."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asks. Ross stops his exit from the room. 

"Then you retire." Ross answers.

"Sir. I'm 19." You remind him

"Good thing you went to college already. Whole life ahead of you unlike the rest of your team." He says and you've never wanted to break someone's neck more and once he and his men leave the room, you hand your laptop to Wanda and have everyone back up from the table as you slam my fist into it, reducing it to rubble. 

"You're paying for that." Tony mentions.

"You pay me. So you're paying for that." You remind him and you're lucky it wasn't his face." You say taking your laptop back from Wanda. "Thank you sweet girl."

As the tension in the room simmered and Secretary Ross exited, leaving the group to grapple with the weight of his ultimatum, a heavy silence settled over you. You could feel the collective unease radiating from your teammates, each grappling with their own thoughts and emotions in the wake of his proposition. The mix of all the feelings makes you nauseous.

Turning to face your fellow Avengers, you could see the turmoil etched on their faces, the weight of Ross's words bearing down upon us like a crushing weight. But amidst the uncertainty and fear, there was also a glimmer of determination in their eyes, a silent vow to stand together in the face of adversity.

"We need to talk," Steve's voice cut through the silence, his gaze sweeping across the room as he addressed each of you in turn. "This isn't a decision to be made lightly. We need to weigh the consequences, consider our options, and come to a consensus as a team."

You nodded in agreement, your mind already racing with the implications of Ross's proposal. The Sokovia Accords represented a fundamental shift in the way the Avengers would operate, a relinquishing of your autonomy in exchange for the illusion of oversight. But at what cost? Would you be forced to compromise your principles, to bend to the will of bureaucrats and politicians who viewed you as nothing more than tools to be wielded at their whim?

As the group dispersed from the meeting room, each lost in your own thoughts, you felt Wanda's hand slip into yours, her touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of uncertainty that raged within you currently. With her by your side, you knew that whatever decision we ultimately made, you would face it together, united in your commitment to stand up for what you believed in, no matter the consequences. And as you retreated to the solace of our shared quarters, you knew that your journey was far from over, that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and trials, but that so long as you faced them together, you would emerge stronger, more resilient, than ever before.

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As the team goes back and forth arguing sides of right and wrong and if things are better in your hands or in the U.N. Wanda speaks up, "You're saying they'll come for me." Before you can speak, Vision does beside you after you had nudged your way in when he tried to sit next to Wanda, "We would protect you." 

"They'll come for me too. Wanda was given powers by the mind stone." You flick it on Vision's forehead, he flinches a bit, but you know it doesn't hurt, not like your own, "But this stone in my chest is a ticking time bomb. Something I've never told you guys is I have never once used 100% of my power. I had talked with Thor who knew about the stones." You gently touch your purple stone, reacting to your touch with a soft glow. "This stone in the past was held and wielded by Celestials, Gods in their own rights, used to decimate worlds." You look around the room. Faces of various degrees of worried or scared or nervous. "If I were to lose control...there's a possibility there won't be an Earth anymore. I know how dangerous I am with this stone, but much like Tony's arc reactor, If we extract this from me. I'm going to die. Last time Bruce did a check up for me...the stone...the stone is wrapped around my heart and lungs. Bruce and I did some tests of moving the stone around and we came to the conclusion it's more than likely to make my lungs collapse and my heart stop if it's pulled out." You look down, unable to look at any of them. "If they take me it might be for the better, but no matter what. I want to keep fighting and keep helping. If I sign that...I'm signing over to my own arrest basically." 

"Well it sounds like that might be a good thing." Tony states. 

"Fuck you Tony! I've only ever wanted to help people! I never want to hurt or kill people! I'd rather just go live my life as a psychiatrist! Work a normal day and come home to a nice home cooked meal, but I can't just do that! You brought me into this world. Now if you want me to stand down, I guess you'll have to take me out." You state before leaving. You hear Wanda follow behind you, catching up as she holds your hand and arm. 

"That is probably the scariest couple with the powers they possess." You hear Tony say just before the two of you get out of hearing range.

As you two left the heated discussion behind, Wanda's hand in yours providing a grounding reassurance, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges you faced together. The weight of the impending decision pressed down on your shoulders, each step echoing the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind.

The two of you found solace in a quiet corner of the compound, away from the prying eyes and the cacophony of conflicting opinions. The moon cast a gentle glow over you as you turned to face Wanda, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination.

"I can't believe they'd even suggest something like this," Wanda murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "To turn against our own, to put us in a position where we have to choose between our principles and our freedom."

"They're scared," you replied, gently squeezing her hand. "Scared of what we can do, scared of the power we wield. But we can't let fear dictate our choices. We need to stand up for what we believe is right, even if it means going against those we once called allies."

Wanda nodded, a quiet resolve settling over her features. "I won't let them take you, Y/N. No matter what they decide. We'll find a way to navigate through this mess together."

A mixture of gratitude and warmth enveloped you as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "And I won't let them take you either. We'll face whatever comes our way, side by side."

As the night stretched before you, uncertainty lingering in the air, the two of you stood united against the challenges that awaited you. The Avengers, once a symbol of unity, found themselves at a crossroads, and the choices we made in the days to come would shape the course of our future, both as individuals and as a team.

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

A shipkid? On my blog? It's more likely than you think!

Meet Misp! I'm pretty sure some of you can already tell from the name whos kid she is (ahem Visp and Mef ahem)

So she's adopted, later in the plot when the Empire falls because of Nova (long story I promise I'll give you that update one day) there's gonna be LOTS of smeeteries left without maintenance (that'll be taken care of don't worry) and also LOTS of little (future) smeets that will need someone to look after them when they hatch (since the whole robot system is down and generally no one is planning to repair that any time soon) and Radi would take them all in but he's just one guy, so... Yeah, that's what's happening now. Smeets are getting parents. Mef and Visp are going to adopt one WAY in the future I believe, when both of them are actually somewhat emotionally stable. This girl is a little menace to herself by the way, she'll learn to climb sooner than walk or speak and she'll also be incredibly curious, NO survival instinct whatsoever, so we can only wish her parents (one of which has severe anxiety and LOTS of other issues) luck x)

[thatbeluga]

Wet Sock 2x07: Sigma Soup

Season One / 2x01 / 2x02 / 2x03 / 2x04 / 2x05 / 2x06

Rad and Misp assumed, quite reasonably, that their rescue from falling from the top of UWU Enterprises in the My Immortal Dimension would bring them somewhere safer. That's usually the point of a rescue.

However, Womb had been dealing with his own issues off screen, and decided at that moment that it was time for Rad and Misp to also share in his misery. His jetpack gave out almost immediately upon returning to the dimension he had come from, sending all three of them head first into a pile of purple, ice-cream like slime.

"What the sigma?" Rad asked, pulling her head out of the ice cream. "Did this rizzler really just skibidi me right into a hill made of Grimace Shake?"

"Ugh gonna get negative aura points for this," Wombat said, shaking the Grimace Shake out of his fur.

"Not to be a beta, but where the fanum tax are we?" Misp asked.

Wombat shivered, his eyes darkening with the weariness of his travels, his fears, his failures.

"We're in... Ohio."

A single tear fell from his face.

"No cap."

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"So since Beluga and Fuck are mad sus, the multiversal court is gonna unalive them," Rad explained. "Misp is yapping that I should save those gooners."

Womb led them through a canyon of giant, dead, skibidi toilets. The live ones were usually not dangerous, unless there was a level-10 rizzler to rouse them into a frenzy.

"Listen sigma, just cause Beluga and Fuck did a big L by lowkey fanum taxing the skibidi multiversal court, doesn't mean we shouldn't stan them anymore," Wombat said.

"That's what I'm saying," Misp said. Wombat stopped cold.

"What did you just yap?"

"I said, that's what I'm saying," Misp repeated. Wombat covered their mouth.

"Are you a level 0 rizzler?" he whispered. "If you are not brainrotting every second you're in Ohio, the rizzlords are gonna get you, no cap, no cap sigma toilet rizz."

"Uhhh..." Misp panicked. "I drank a grimace shake and it gave me like 300 aura points?"

Misp mewed. Wombat breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was dank," Rad said.

A shriek pierced the air. Wombat cursed.

"What? What did I do?" Wombat grabbed Rad's arm, his eyes going wide.

"You godamn beta, you used Gen Z slang!" Wombat said. "The one thing worse than not brainrotting is bringing up old brainrot. Ohio is a relatively new dimension, its gods are still primordial and the do not take kindly to references to elder gods. We're gonna lose so many aura points for this."

The shrieking intensified, the earth trembling as the rizzmasters closed in. Wombat headbutted the side of a skibidi toilet, opening up a rift to another dimension.

"I don't have time to calculate where we're going, but this'll get us away from the rizzmasters. We've GYATT to go!" Wombat said, pushing Misp in. Rad jumped in after. Wombat gazed back at the approaching rizzmasters, and flipped them off.

"Later, sigmas."

[nevros-fr]

GASP Pings - Some Personal Stats

I was inspired to just look at some GASP pings and their frequencies after the new update. I just felt like I was getting bombarded and decided to make some graphs to help with that feeling. I wish I had stats for before the update, but these are all the GASP pings I got after the update (April 20-May 20 2024).

I'm subscribed to 95% of the breeds so I should have a roughly accurate count of what other general GASP customers get on a regular basis.

I got 294 GASP pings, minus the repeated mispings. This only happened only 5 times where 4 people pinged twice, and one person pinged three times. That's not a bad statistics where repeat pings are only a once a week issue.

GASP "artist" were a total of 239 pings while reseller GASP pings were 55 pings. That means I got pinged by resellers 1 in 5 pings.

The most GASP pings I've gotten was 26 in one day on April 29th. Which is reasonable since it was the second day of fest. Most people used to ping on Sunday, but the culture must have shifted to Monday to wait out the rush ahahah. This just in, you can certainly ping on Saturday instead!

If we look at GASP times of day, we can see it' mainly follows the's most active from 8:00 to 16:00 FR which is a solid 8 hour time frame. The least activity comes from the 0:00-8:00 FR zone.

If someone kept a tally of GASP pings before the update came out, how does this compare? For people sending out GASP pings, maybe consider a Thursday/Friday ping for less competition. The Saturday before fest week is also pretty quiet but that might also mean less people are willing to buy skins because they are holding off for fest.

Fun silly stats in any case. Thanks for reading :D

[shenanigan-central]

This was supposed to be a full Isallo page but- I got hyperfixed on the full punk Telede sketch- [BTW I changed Ozonluge Forecast’s name to Isallo Atmosp, to fix the 6 letter name issue that rain has had since I made rain, and because it’s just easier to pronounce. “Ice-Aloe” “At-Misp”]

[A INFO POST ABOUT RAIN COMING WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE POSTING IT-] But for now, I’ll give ya’ll a little insight into my view of Alternia my characters stories take place:

The punk movement is all about rebelling against the political and social norms established by previous generations, on Alternia, it’s mainly about fighting against gold bloods being used as batteries for the empire’s ships though everything else still holds up.

It’s been golds and other low bloods with psionics rebelling and rioting against the fuchsia rulers for sweeps upon sweeps, though fairly recently [In sweeps talk] Poqtea Meloti became Alternia’s fuchsia ruler, and she’s the once in a few hundred life times good queen [Her title is literally The Benevolent Fuchsia]

She for the most part has ceased the need for the use of psionics for her ships, rathering the gold bloods THEMSELVES command the ships on their own accord, without force and strain.

Where the “violet” horn tag on Telede’s right most horn comes in is that, the violet king is still stuck in the old ways of the however many fuchsia bloods before them, and behind the back of Poqtea STILL forcing adult gold bloods to be trapped as batteries for the rest of their lives until they parish.

Some punk trolls on Alternia had caught wind of this, and are rioting against specificly the violet king now, overjoyed with Poqtea’s rule and blaring their music loud and clear so that maybe, the king will follow in her footsteps.

[siddaling]

Python for Cybersecurity-Latest Strategies and Tools

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Moreover, Python supports the creation of robust security tools. Frameworks like Scapy facilitate packet manipulation, while libraries like Requests and BeautifulSoup assist in web scraping for threat intelligence gathering. The integration of machine learning libraries such as TensorFlow and Scikit-learn enhances predictive analysis for identifying evolving threats.

Automation is a linchpin in cybersecurity, and Python excels in this domain. From automating routine tasks to orchestrating complex security workflows, Python scripts can significantly enhance operational efficiency.

Community-driven projects like the Metasploit Framework leverage Python to create a comprehensive penetration testing toolkit. Additionally, Python's involvement in projects like TheHive and MISP fosters collaborative threat intelligence sharing.

As cyber threats evolve, Python remains at the forefront of cybersecurity innovation, empowering professionals with the tools and strategies needed to safeguard digital landscapes effectively. Adopting Python in cybersecurity is not just a trend but a strategic choice to navigate the dynamic and challenging cyber landscape.Top of Form

Python training in pune.

[thatonegaybastard]

Day whaterver

"Noelle poisons Hippie's drink, but mistakes it for their own and dies." Great fucking job noelle

Also Hachi is running in terorr of Johnny a 6 year old. Also i mispe!led.johnnys name as johny and just noticed

Night whayever

Johnny and Kohaku are cuddling!!!! This is the wholesome shit we need!!!

[radicalreliablerandomness]

Guys I draw jon like that because he literally needs that outfit for his powers to work properly 🙄🙄

[mispelled]

Cant believe they carried the entire show and nothing bad happened to them ever. and they were t4t

[moderntimeadventure]

TIFFANY !!

[prabudhab]

NYAY, meaning justice, as an acronym for Nyuntam Aay Yojana, Hindi for minimum income scheme — could be redemptive, not just for the poor but for the entire nation. Congress leader Rahul Gandhiji urged the Centre to implement the ‘Nyuntam Aay Yojana’ (NYAY) as an economic measure for the poor in urban and rural areas of the country. Rahul Gandhiji said If NYAY is implemented : The moment that money goes into your bank account, you are going to start spending that money. And the moment you start spending that money, people will need to produce products that you buy. And the moment people need products, somebody is going to make those products and people will get jobs in factories that make those products. @rahulgandhi NYAY will be succeed; IF appoint an independent panel of eminent Economists, Social scientists, and Statisticians to oversee the design, testing, rollout and implementation of the programme. The programme will move from one stage to the other only after a ‘go-ahead’ from the panel. The Congress goal is that ‘No Indian Family Shall Be Left Behind.’ [ To ensure that no Indian is left behind ] @incindia Dear Congress supporters, do share this post at large audience to understand the importance of NYAY...🙏 #rahulgandhi #nyay #nyaythejustice #indianeconomy #misp #indianeconomics #indianpolitics #politics #indiannationalcongress #rahulgandhispeaksforindia #rahulgandhispeaksoneconomy #priyankagandhi #soniyagandhi #congresssupporters #weloverg #welovecongress #weloverahulg #indianeconomyandmarket #peopleofindia #unemploymentinindia #indiawithrahulgandhi #india🇮🇳 (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQNmtOktRQ5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thatbeluga]

Wet Sock 2x09: Womb Builds a Destiel Bomb

Season One / 2x01 / 2x02 / 2x03 / 2x04 / 2x05 / 2x06 / 2x07 / 2x08

Wombat did a double triple backflip frontflip and landed expertly on his marsupial toes. Rad was launched out of Ohio and slammed face first into the dusty road, but pushed off with sheer chin strength and righted herself, also striking an Epic Pose. Then Misp came tumbling through, about to form an Epic Pose, when they tripped on their Crocs that were still sticky with Grimace Shake. They smacked into their brother and mom, sending all three sprawling onto the ground.

"Misp you fucking dweebus," Womb groaned, struggling to his feet or paws or whatever. Rad rubbed her head, looking up.

"Where...when... are we?"

A giant election map dominated the sky, clouds proclaiming that putin was stepping down. A darkened town surrounded them, the remains of a former Superwholock empire. The distorted notes of Wendy Williams on the Masked Singer performing Native New Yorker echoed across the ruins.

"We're in November 5th, 2020," Womb said, glancing around at the empty houses. Misp screamed, pointing at something on the ground.

It was a piece of fishing tackle, left in the middle of the road. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be holding a pride flag. Misp walked toward it, eyes so wide they could make Y/N jealous. Just before they could grab it, Womb swatted it away.

"Hey!" Misp kicked Womb. "I was gonna get it."

"You don't want to touch that. I read about it in our grandparent's secret tomes," Womb said, pointing to another abandoned fishing lure further down the street that was wearing a rainbow sticker. "It's... oh god... it's queer bait."

"No!" Misp said, stepping back. "That can't be true! Queer bait isn't real!"

"It's very real," Rad said, kicking a stray queer bait into the shadows. "It caused the downfall of many an empire. You don't fuck with queer bait."

"As long as we steer clear of it, we should find everything we need to save Beluga and Fuck," Womb said. "We just need to build a bomb."

"FUCK YEAH! BOMB!" Misp shouted.

Womb pointed to the sky, "Every midnight, Castiel confesses his love to Dean, and this realm is briefly revived. If we harness all that energy, we can build a bomb big enough that Y/N will have to come to fix the damage herself. While she's distracted, we can find Bel and Fuck and bring them back to the estate."

"Or," Rad said, shrugging in her iconic pose. "We could just go home."

"But Mom..." Misp said. "I really wanted to build a destiel bomb. With womb. I mean also save my grandparents from having their atoms torn apart by Y/N, but mostly I wanted to build a bomb with womb, mom."

"Offspring, the queens and kings of the multiverse sing that oh fuck I can't rhyme that much, well actually, Author!Beluga can't cause he's shit at writing poetry on the spot," Rad said, shaking her head, but in fact, she was not dead, and her favorite color was not red, but she wished she could eat some bread, in bed, and then go to the fictional country from Brandon Sanderson's the Stormlight Archive, Jah Keved.

"...whut?"

Rad knelt down, and patten Misp's mushroom head. "If you want to save your grandparents, that's fine. I won't stop you from building a destiel bomb. But I'm not gonna help you either."

"But Mom, it's Beluga and Fuck," Womb said.

"Yes," Rad said. "They handled themselves before. They can handle themselves without our help."

She turned around, and opened a rift back to the Quarter Family estate. She turned back to her kids. Womb shook his head.

"I'm gonna help Womb with the Destiel Bomb, mom," Misp said. Rad nodded.

"Don't get queerbaited."

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Rad walked back into the manor, her head hung. She had no idea how long she'd been gone, but hopefully Elmo hadn't--

"RAD!" She looked up to the ramparts of her estate and saw... Elmo.

And standing behind her, cerulean orbs quavering, was Y/N.

[saltminerising]

SQ from Light has pinged me incorrectly in EVERY one of her auctions in the past 2 weeks or so... i asked her about the misping and she said it was the g1 pinglist... no one else is mispinging me tho????? just her??? im convinced it's on purpose at this point and not an accident.