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Totally normal for a legitimate for-profit company to refuse to reclaim or stop running their products even after they're no longer being paid to do so. I'm sure it's very normal to just keep running your service for free when your contract's been terminated. Spending money to continue running cameras that supposedly no one is looking at is definitely not an indicator they are just run by the federal government to spy on everyone and only a wacko conspiracy theorist would think so.

bruzum

lastvalyrian

This is literally what people are talking about when they say AI will be used to mainstream widely held bigotry. LLMs are trained on frequency and probability -> straight relationships are more well represented in the dataset -> straight pronouns and terms become the "correct" normal.

This is a form of backdoor bigotry from both normative facts (there are more straight than gay relationships) and well represented bigoted beliefs (men are superior to women).

Combine this with the mass of people inclined to believe (and being encouraged to believe) that if AI says and does something it must be correct

r4bidabbott

pt 2 of baby daddy!pope still loving his baby mama but now he thinks he's lost her forever

pt 1.

the sound of smurf's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. it scared you, it irritated you, most of all it made your blood boil. "i know i said anyone can hold her. your mother is not in that group," you muttered, immediately standing up off of pope's lap to scoop your daughter up, holding her tightly to your chest. "you know she's going to try," he muttered as he stood up, turning to hide your bags in his closet. his words pissed you off to no end, your hand shooting out to grip his jaw tightly and force him to look at you. "and you are not going to let her. i have been nice enough coming over here. you can do this for me," you mumbled, hearing her continue to call out from downstairs. his eyes stared into yours, a smile threatening to cross his lips. he just nodded, his hand coming up to cup your hand on his face before you yanked it away.

r4bidabbott

pt. 4 of baby daddy!pope and trying to keep his family together!!!

the sun was already peeking through the curtains when you woke up that morning, head pounding from the nonstop crying you did the day before. it took a minute to register where you were. sunny laid sleeping next to you, curled up in the blanket of your bed. pope moved you up here. it was only you two in there though, no pope in sight. did he leave already? carefully climbing out of bed, you tucked the blanket over sunny before grabbing your phone and baby monitor. no texts or calls from him. the smell of coffee instantly filled your nose once you stepped into the hallway, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you began to make your way down the stairs to your kitchen. it felt like the wind got knocked out of you at the sight stood in front of the stove. pope's bare back was to you, freckles littering his tanned skin. he had definitely showered, his hair damp and pushed back. "what are you doing?" you spoke, voice rough and groggy as you stepped in to peek around him to see what he was doing.

trippingonthelight

pope cody cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see them

j4ckr4bbits

making amateur porn with dadbf!jack abbot.... the thrill seeker who loves almost getting caught with his face in the frame.... he calls them your private family films.... walk with me

abrunettebombshell

queenofblank

I used just throw anything up ! I used to be fun !

moodykotek

matching 🍵🧩

luxdollhouse

kissesforkent

When Did You Get Hot? - CK x Reader

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Summary - Returning to Smallville after years away, you expect to find the same awkward farm boy who was once your best friend. What you don't expect is realizing somewhere along the way, Clark Kent got… really hot.

Warnings - Smut (Unprotected PIV, praise kink kinda, perv!reader, hyperspermia), Bulky farm boy Clark, fem!reader, a lil oblivious!Clark, pre-Superman | WC: 4.3k!

A/N: Thank you, everybody, for all the support. My other hcs are blowing up, and I'm so so grateful. I'm like two followers away from 200, and I want to write something special, so give me any ideas or requests! Roommate!Clark full fic coming soon, enjoy, I used lots of the Birthright comic book while writing this! <3

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abbotverse

ER wallflower - jack abbot.

in which jack abbot is the first to notice the wallflower resident of the ER.

summary; reader has always been used to being left behind, and eventually stopped trying to make space for themselves. she doesn't think anyone notices her, until jack abbot starts paying attention.

warnings; fem!reader. use of y/n, use of she/her, probably medical inaccuracies bc all my medical knowledge comes from shows lol, also NO AI used !!! i use em dashes sometimes but i PROMISE this is strictly a no-ai account!! also reader has a cat bc i said so

i might make a part two of this tbh but i wont label it as a series bc then my brain will start procastinating and i'll lose all motivation to write it LOL

The noise of the ER buzzed around you. The muscles in your neck ached, begging to be stretched and massaged. One of your hands came up to gently rub on your neck, the other slowly typing out the chart of your latest patient.

Some of the interns were huddled together, giggling to each other about something. It had become a habit of yours to listen in on them— on whatever gossip they had going on this time. Sometimes, you liked to pretend that you were part of it. That you got to gossip with friends just like they do.

That'd never been the case for you. In your intern year, you were the only one. Already feeling alienated, you struggled to find your place in the ER. Everyone seemed to already know who they were, aside from you.

For a while, you tried. You tried to include yourself. You joined the others when they went for a beer after a heavy shift. But as time went on, you didn't feel any closer to belonging. It didn't feel like anyone was making room for you either. So, you stopped showing up. And no one said anything.

Now, you just worked. You took all the patients no one else wanted. You stayed a little later to make sure another coworker could get home on time. You helped in traumas, then slipped away as soon as it was done.

This routine worked. It'd been your routine for years now. It wasn't that you were a bad doctor, no. You just didn't fit in.

A small wince covered your features as you rubbed your neck again. You truly couldn't wait to get off shift, and go home. You know your cat must already be sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for the sight of you walking through the door.

"Nice catch, earlier." You heard a gruff voice behind you— one you recognized as your attending, Jack Abbot. Being the eavesdropper you are, you waited to hear the response of the person he was complimenting. You wondered if they'd be humble or gleeful. You know that if you were complimented like that, you'd be over the moon.

The light of the monitor made your eyes burn a little, but you just had to push through this last chart.

Then, you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

"Kid?" Dr. Abbot hummed, looking down at you, the corner of his lips quirking into a small smile. "Did'ya hear me?"

Your eyes go wide, and you swear you can feel your heart jumping up into your throat, making your breath hitch. He was talking to you. No one ever bothered talking to you, not if it wasn't necessary.

"I— er- sorry, what did you say, Dr. Abbot?" You cleared your throat, trying to get your heart to return to a normal pace, the chart all forgotten now.

He watched you for a moment, his gaze softening from playful to a more gentle one. "I said..." His hands gripped both ends of his stethoscope, the one he always had around his neck, "Good catch earlier. With the silent heart attack patient. Not many of us could've caught that."

The apples of your cheeks shifted into a deep red color, your eyes darting from him to your keyboard, then to your water bottle, the floor, keyboard, him...

"Oh- um, yeah, thank you, sir." You nodded in response, already mentally degrading yourself for being so awkward. This is your attending, for gods sake. You should be professional.

But that easy grin rested on his face, and he nodded. "Oh, sure, kid. You're one hell of a doctor. Keep it up." He gently squeezed your shoulder, and walked off. And that was that. He complimented you like it was nothing.

That simple compliment swam in your head the entire day. It made you smile as you prepared your lunch for work at home that evening. It made you hum with content as you settled into bed, curtains drawn shut to hide the rising sun.

Good catch earlier.

It started happening more and more. Abbot would pull you into traumas with him, let you take the lead on them, and then give you a small compliment, and one of those warm smiles. He'd linger when you charted, always trying to spark up small talk.

You never came out of your shell, though. It was driving him insane. He tried everything. But you always shut it down and got back to work. For a while, he thought you might just dislike him. But he could see the small smiles you gave him, and the pink tint in your cheeks at his compliments.

So, he tried asking the other residents about you. Imagine his shock when no one knew anything about you. Everyone just responded off-handedly.

'Oh, Y/N? Yeah, she's a quiet one. Dunno much about her.'

'Y/N? Great doctor. Haven't talked to her much.'

'Saw her a few times in her first year of residency. Then she stopped coming out.'

No one knew anything. That's what made Jack perk up a little more. He tried to subtly keep notes on you throughout the day. See who you spoke to. If maybe you left with someone. Maybe discussed patients. But he got nothing.

You were all alone.

The last straw was when he spotted you slipping into the abandoned wing of the hospital, settling yourself on the dusty staircase, and opening your lunchbox. You even hid away to eat.

He had to fix that.

So, he became a little more persistent. He'd ask you to eat lunch with him, and before you had a chance to decline, he'd already led you into the breakroom, making you sit down with one pinned stare.

He could tell you were a little anxious. So he always made the first move. He'd ask questions that required more than a nod for an answer, just to get you talking. And he would listen. Full attention, eyes glued to you the entire time you spoke.

No dismissive nods, no hums of acknowledgement in a way to just make you feel heard, no. He made sure you knew he was listening. When you mentioned your cat, he asked for its name. He asked to see pictures. When you made an offhanded complaint about the hospital coffee, he asked what your favorite coffee place was.

The next day, a coffee from said place was waiting for you.

mirrorballbarnes

RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

societyfolklore

Just wanna comb my fingers through his hair..

thatdiabolicalfeminist

are people talking about the labor conditions at Taylor Farms yet? like the fact they use enslaved prisoners in their facilities?

are we drawing the connection between worker safety and consumer safety & public health yet?

are people demanding to see the conditions in this place that keeps making us sick? why are the enslaved workers not having the time to use the bathroom or to rest when ill? very few people would shit in front of their coworkers given any choice at all.

cutecipher

On the prisoners point:

In a sweeping two-year investigation, The Associated Press found goods linked to prisoners wind up in the supply chains of everything from F

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