#violation of order

[megayogiposts]

Violation of Court Orders in UP Recruitment Drive

Grievance Status for registration number : PMOPG/E/2025/0007902 Grievance Concerns To Name Of Complainant Yogi M. P. Singh Date of Receipt 18/01/2025 Received By Ministry/Department Prime Minister’s Office Grievance Description Violation of court order by mission director, National Health Mission Pinky Jowel.Without considering the representation of petitioners, mission director issued…

[animatedjen]

Bracca | Jedi Fallen Order

[polepositioned]

max + jos verstappen x journal, day three by richard siken / manufacturing by alan r. shapiro / i am an atheist who says his prayers by karl shapiro / a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini / the merchant of venice by william shakespeare, and other assorted quotes

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this was a tough one, and i did my best to convey the right emotions in every slide. hopefully that comes across!

[ @carbonmono, @28ms28 , @nicaeno, @vesrtapen , @grise-and-rind , @mvlionheart, @dafunzies ]

[blanc-ci]

Just watched “The Mark of Gideon”, wonderful analogy for how governments are more willing to let a woman die than to support contraceptives

However it was also very funny to watch Spock go around and be so blatantly anti-authoritative and pissed off the whole time

Bro was so SICK of the diplomats and dignitaries

Never uttered a single “crewmen, your conduct is inappropriate” when everyone started complaining about the Gideons while on-call because he fully agreed and wasn’t about to pretend otherwise

[cuubism]

saw this art of fem jayce at the forge and i was like possessed to write fem jayvik. help

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Vik doesn't usually go to find Jayce at the forge. Besides the fact that it's quite a walk from the Academy, she considers it to be Jayce's safe space. She doesn't want to intrude.

But today, three hours have elapsed since they were supposed to meet, and Vik is getting a little worried. So she's intruding.

She can hear the clanging of hammer on metal as she approaches, can feel the heat of the forge, and steps through the doorway, curious. Jayce's back is to her as she works on something that clearly requires a lot of brute strength if the way she's going at it with her hammer is any indication, and she doesn't hear Vik come in over the sound of the clanging metal. It gives Vik a moment to just... look. And what a sight.

It's not at all that Jayce doesn't look attractive normally. At work, in the lab, she looks lovely, very smart, very professional. She wears the Academy uniform well. She looks beautiful at galas. Her dresses flatter her figure, her makeup is impeccable. It just... it doesn't do anything for Vik beyond a surface level appreciation. She'd started to think her physical attraction to Jayce at the start had been fleeting, some kind of fluke.

Now she curses Piltover high society for getting between her and this.

Jayce is a mess--but what a mess. She's only wearing a thin tank top instead of her usual long sleeves and layers, and is sweating through it, the strong muscles of her shoulders and back on display. Has she always had muscles like that, and just hidden them? By Janna. Her hair is coming out of its ponytail, falling around her face in flyaway strands, sticking to her neck and her temples, and the bit of her profile Vik can see suggests she's not wearing any makeup, presumably because it would just smear off.

Jayce brings the hammer down again on whatever she's hitting, arms flexing, and Vik starts sweating, not just from the heat of the forge.

She waits until Jayce has put the hammer down to speak, lest she startle her into dropping it on her foot or something. "Jayce."

Jayce whirls around, and then does almost drop the piece of hot metal she was working on, which she's holding in a pair of tongs. Fortunately she recovers in time. "Vik! What are you-- shit, am I insanely late?"

"Yes. But it doesn't matter." Vik walks closer. Jayce looks sort of nervous, caught out, though Vik can't imagine why. "What are you working on?"

Jayce gestures with the piece of twisted metal. "This is just scrap. I just... needed to get some energy out." She sets the tongs and metal aside, pulls off her gloves and puts them aside too. "I can meet you, I know we were supposed to go over the proposal-- just give me a few minutes to change and--"

Vik is close enough to touch her now. Possessed by the way the light of the forge is gleaming on Jayce's skin, she does, pressing a fingertip to Jayce's arm. The muscle is incredible. She feels all shivery in a way she normally doesn't just seeing Jayce at fancy events, much as she might appreciate her beauty.

"Vik," Jayce says, strangled. "Seriously. Just. Half an hour. I'm a mess."

"I don't mind," Vik says. It's possible it comes out a little bit like a purr. She's been half -- more than half -- in love with Jayce for a long time but this, this raw appreciation, this is new. Jayce is sweating so much from her exertion that Vik can see the outline of her nipples through her shirt. She kind of wants to put her mouth on one, or just plant her face between Jayce's tits. Oh, dear.

Jayce gives a hysterical, terrified sort of laugh. "What?"

Finally Vik manages to look up from her chest and into Jayce's eyes. She looks... sort of nervous. Almost scared.

Vik takes a step back. "I'm... sorry. I am making you uncomfortable."

"No- no!" Jayce follows her, hands hovering around Vik's shoulders. "I just. You never--? And now--?"

"Please, breathe," Vik says, and Jayce takes a shuddering breath.

"I didn't think you liked me like that," she says. "And, I mean, now? Of all times? I'm not-- I'm not dressed, I'm a total mess, I need to shower and-- this can't possibly be what you want, at least let me, like, try--"

"Jayce." Vik really hates Piltover sometimes. She's also having Realizations. "Do you like wearing makeup?"

"What?"

"Do you," Vik repeats. "Like. Wearing makeup."

Jayce pushes her wet hair back from her face, looking bewildered. "I. No? What does that have to do with anything?"

Vik touches her arm again, trails her fingers up and over Jayce's shoulder, up her neck, to cradle her cheek in one hand. "It has to do with the way you've been dressing yourself in their colors and I much prefer you dressed in your own." She presses her thumb to Jayce's lower lip. "And comfortable."

She looks like herself now. Not clothed in the finery that suits Piltover's idea of respectability. Or womanhood.

"So you're saying..."

Vik leans up to press her lips to the corner of Jayce's mouth. Jayce, unhelpfully, seems too stunned to lean down and help her out. "I want you."

"Like this?"

"Mmhmm. Don't let them get in your head. You look incredibly hot."

"Okay?" She still seems bewildered, but rests her hands on Vik's hips. "If you say so, I believe you." She ducks her head, nosing along Vik's ear. "You were the one I really wanted to be looking, anyway."

"I am looking." She ought to have come to the forge sooner. "Have you finished your hammering? Would you perhaps like to get out your energy in another way?"

"Vik." When Vik looks up at her, Jayce is blushing, the slight darkening of her cheeks visible even in the warm light of the forge. "Am I at least allowed to shower first?"

"Do you absolutely have to?"

Jayce presses her lips to her cheek. The heat of her body sways in close to Vik, and Vik shudders. "You could come with me if you want?"

Vik hums. "I think I can accept this compromise."

"Alright. We'll go, then." She steps back, offering Vik her arm to lean on. Vik takes it.

Jayce looks surprised. "Normally you don't want my help."

"Don't be fooled. I'm feeling you up."

Jayce laughs. "Oh, okay. Go ahead, then."

Her forearm is, indeed, very muscular and nice to hold. Normally Jayce covers up so much. Vik wonders if she can convince her to start wearing backless dresses at events...

"You're not just trying to flatter me, are you?" Jayce says as they leave the heat of the forge and step out into the hall, a hint of insecurity in her voice. "You actually like me like this?"

"When have I ever flattered?" Vik asks. "I think you should dress like this, how you like, more often." Then she considers. "On second thought, don't. Someone will steal you."

Jayce laughs. "I doubt that." She seems pleased by the comment, though.

"Either way, I want you to myself." She presses her cheek to Jayce's arm, nearly overbalancing herself, but it's okay. It's nice anyway.

"You've always had me to yourself," Jayce says.

And Vik can't deny that she likes the sound of that.

[republicansaretheproblem]

😡

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

"Batman has a contingency plan for everyone in the justice league" false, one angry look from wonder woman and that sub'll fall in line

[wreckedhoney]

time travel au but specifically with the flavor of post-66 longtime fugitive obi-wan having little to no sense of self importance next to the grand scheme of things. coming across a power that allows him to choose one (or three?) points in the past where he can temporarily possess his past self and alter events, and one of the first things he thinks of doing is sacrificing himself to save qui-gon, because maybe he'd be the better, wiser, more experienced master; maybe he can catch and handle everything obi-wan couldn't.

except young obi-wan is healed with older-wan still in his body, vader following him through time and ensuring that events go as they did originally - before they're both thrust out of this time, obi-wan failing and lost as to why vader wouldn't at least give himself the decent chance to avoid being maimed at mustafar, and vader ensuring that obi-wan will live to be with anakin.

BONUS! AGAIN! for the three points option! obi-wan is torn between speaking personally with anakin, younger and oblivious to obi-wan taking over his younger self as a general, or to head straight for the council. when he comes to this point in time, however, it's like he has no choice. as soon as anakin approaches him, he has to speak with him, but it comes across harried and panicked (he has too little time). he tries to fly through everything, from anakin's freedom to leave the order if he wishes, to their friendship, attachments, to the influence of the chancellor (and obi-wan has to be so, so careful here). he needs to rush past, to find someone else he can speak more freely with, but anakin stops him, alarmed and concerned, and more so when obi-wan is flown a few feet away from him. vader looms a short distance away, unaggressive but halting obi-wan's efforts nonetheless, until they again run out of time.

obi-wan staggers out of mustafar, dragging two injured with him. padmé's last moments are just as agonizing, and anakin/vader's injuries are as well, but obi-wan flies them to a medical facility as fast as he can. he doesn't have just a time limit now; anakin/vader's wounds will be fatal if not mended fast enough, never mind that already he's in better shape than in the original timeline since obi-wan lifted him out quicker. he's also expecting vader - his vader - any moment, but oddly, that future version of him does not make an appearance this time. obi-wan takes another look at the unconscious sith with him, wondering if this self will kill him once he leaves this body. his intervention continues uninterrupted.

that unsettles him, and he opens his eyes to witness what kind of change just that altered decision, perhaps his largest risk of his three chances, had on the future point he originated from, the one he will now have to live in. for the first short moment, there is only the sensation akin to waking up from a deep sleep. and then, the memories flood in, many old and familiar - until others flow alongside them now, new.

[dosesofcommonsense]

Also the cdc: the covid shots take 24 years off your life.

And from Japan: life expectancy decreases by 7% for every shot you get.

Yet the CDC has the audacity to “recommend” your kid gets 7 covid shots?!

Tell me Big Pharma paid off the CDC, FDA, NIH, Insurance companies, Doctors (who know more about medicines than healthcare), Congress, the Vaccine Panels, and higher ups without telling me they paid off everyone to turn a blind eye to the death and destruction in their wake just so they could profit from it and obey their NWO masters.

[cillyscribbles]

human!tugger would have hair down to at least half his back and when he wants to be a cunt instead of fluffing up his collar he'd sweep his hair over his shoulders like a l'oreal commercial. Post tweet

[splatoonosha]

Mr Grizz has yet to answer our emails regarding the child labor allegations, trust we are working on the matter diligently, just remember to avoid shady alley ways and talking statues

[bacchuschucklefuck]

i like that the power scaling in the worse manga AU goes a classmate → a biotech genius with four extra machine arms → a self-engineered "perfect life form" → a circus gymnast → a tour guide → a LARPer

[bruciemilf]

Officially three days off from work. This is your yearly reminder to please, for the love of god, if you decide to be an asshole on New Year’s Eve and call customer support, treat your goddam agents like people. We aren’t punching bags, we aren’t robots, we aren’t just things you can hurt for 20 minutes and go on about your day. We are people, just like you. A screen doesn’t change that.

[mikansei]

just ratiorine fic writing things: when u try to write them having a conversation to exposit the plot and they won't stop derailing it to flirt