#bail out

[hale-my-nathan]

Trump Weird News - Irony Alert - Charlie Kirk No Martyr !!!

Sought "Amazing Patriot" to "Bail Out" Paul Pelosi Hammerer !!!

Kirk was victim of same violence he himself promoted.

[pandorahrts]

attention!!!!

anime / manga / animanga fans who have not yet seen or read World Trigger. WATCH IT. READ IT. IT IS GOOD AND FUN.

Some highlights:

THE KIDS MAY BE SOLDIERS BUT THEY ARE SAFE. How??? You might ask. Go on and watch it to find out ;)

Wholesome x shonen x found family

MC is not overpowered and have humble beginnings, knows that, and finds a way to work with what he has.

NO BULLIES. The kids/agents here are nice & give constructive criticism rather than be rude to our not-so-physically-powerful MC.

As a seiyuu fan, the abundance of characters = more seiyuu appearances! Guess-the-seiyuu is fun to play!

First bullet point because after watching a ton of shonen with kids in the frontlines, it is refreshing and so so nice to see a story where they can fight AND BE SAFE during battle.

WE NEED THE NEXT ARCS TO BE ANIMATED T^T

[parachutinggirlenthusiast]

Source: Astonishing Tales (1970) - Issue #8

[redrover73]

[renegadesstuff]

I LOVE HER 😍

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 22

Story: Uncharted (after Uncharted 4) Prompts: Bail out — Car ride — Lamplight

Nate shot Sam another dirty look. The light from the streetlamp accentuated the lines in his forehead, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He looked old. Far too old for the kicked-puppy look he was trying on.

“Well, get in,” Nate said, hopping into the driver's seat and slamming the door with more force than necessary. “And fasten your seatbelt; you're not breaking any more laws tonight.”

“What am I, seven?” Sam snorted, already in the process of buckling in.

“Apparently!” Nate snapped. “Because you still have to learn not to take things that don't belong to you!”

“Okay, St. Nathaniel.”

Nate took a deep breath and counted to ten, just like it said in that parenting book Elena had made him read. It didn't say anything about not gripping the steering wheel as hard as if it was his brother's stiff neck, but Nate did that anyway.

Finally, he muttered, “Okay, I've got you, it's late...let's just go,” and made himself leave the police station parking lot at a sedate, non-suspicious pace.

A tense silence settled over the interior of the car as Nate drove the familiar route home. It was the silence of an argument neither of them had to voice to feel the sting of. An argument waged with annoyed glances, Sam's crossed arms, the force with which Nate slapped the turn signal on.

When he slowed down and came to a stop at the first red light, Sam finally muttered, “I said I'm sorry, okay?”

Nate snorted. “No, you're not! Sorry you got caught, maybe.”

“Look, you'd understand if you'd just let me.... It was an eighteenth-century—“

“No!” Nate held up a hand, refusing to look at Sam even as he made a right turn. “I don't care if it was George Washington's dentures, that's no excuse for making me come bail you out the day before Thanksgiving!”

Another silence fell, until Sam broke it again by muttering, “Thomas Jefferson's, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

Then he glanced over and saw Sam's cheeky little grin, and Nate found himself laughing despite himself. Despite how much he wanted to bash some sense into his brother who really ought to know better...it was Sam. As infuriating as he could be, it was impossible to stay upset with him for long.

With a sigh, Nate shook his head, turning onto the last street. “I know it's the pot calling the kettle black, and I get it, I really do, I just...it's gotta be different now, Sam. It just does. I don't want to have to explain to my daughter that Uncle Sam can't show up to Thanksgiving dinner because he's in jail.”

“Wait—daughter? It's a girl?” As Nate pulled into the driveway, the porch light illuminated the look of absolute wonder in Sam's face. The same look he wore whenever they uncovered another incredible treasure.

Warmth exploded in Nate's chest, just as it did every time he thought about it. About her. “Yeah,” he said softly, turning the car off and just sitting in the darkness. “Elena saw the doctor last week. Pretty sure it's a girl.”

“So what're you—what—what'll you name her?”

Nate glanced over to the front door, which Elena had just opened, sending a stream of golden light out upon the front lawn. “I don't know,” he said, waving to her. “But I've been thinking about Cassandra.”

He shared a look with his brother—another look that needed no words. Sam grinned. “Cassie for short?”

Nate nodded thoughtfully. “I like it.”

[bonaxie]

Let's go home (Comfy-vember day 22)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

On an ordinary mid-week afternoon in November, Tony Stark was in his workshop at Avengers Tower, tinkering away with the music blaring, as always. Today, he wasn't working on a Stark Industries project or upgrades for Iron Man, but on new hearing aids for Clint. The archer hadn't asked for anything, but Tony could see that his old ones were bothering him and that he wasn't comfortable with them.

So without telling anyone, Tony set about making a new pair, smaller, more discreet, but also more efficient and less fragile. He'd never done this before, but after all, he'd miniaturized the ARK reactor and built his first Iron Man suit in a cave in Afghanistan, so he might as well make a pair of hearing aids in his high-tech New York workshop.

So that's what he was doing, with AC/DC blaring in his ears, when all of a sudden, the music cut out.

"JARVIS, what does that mean?"

"Incoming call, Mr. Stark." Responded his AI.

"Transfer to Pepper. Or say I'm busy."

"It's a call from Mr. Parker. He's calling from the police station phone."

"Peter’s calling from the police?" Tony repeated, looking up.

"That's right, sir. He seems quite distressed."

"Pass it to me." Tony asked, putting down his tools.

"Right away, sir."

Then there was a moment of silence before the line connected and Tony heard his protégé's slightly choppy breathing.

"Hey kid." he said simply.

"M-Mr Stark! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to, I promise! But I... and then this lady was going to- and the police came and I couldn't-" Peter began, totally panicked and stumbling over his words.

"Kid. Peter, calm down, kiddo. Just take a breath. Okay. Now tell me what's going on."

"I... um, there was this guy who wanted to take this old lady's purse and I was there so I couldn't just do nothing but... um, I might have broken the guy's arm when I stopped him? And since I didn't have my suit on, people didn't like it and the police arrived and they wouldn't listen to me. I... I don't know what to do, Mr. Stark, but I'm sorry I bothered you! Don't worry, I'll find a solution. Sorry-"

"Peter, don't hang up." Tony almost ordered in a firm voice, and he was relieved not to hear the line disconnect. Instead, he heard Peter's shaky breathing and could almost imagine the young man's defeated, panicked face. "I'm coming to get you. Don't move from where you are and don't talk to anyone. Even if they ask you to speak or press you, don't say anything. I'll be there in 15 minutes, okay? JARVIS has calculated your position and I'm going to come and get you and talk to the cops, okay?" Tony asked, already standing up, grabbing his jacket and running a hand through his hair.

"Y-you needn't bother Mr Stark!" Peter argued at once. "I'll manage, I'll-"

"Kid. I'm coming. Don't move. Don't say anything to anyone and I'll be there in 10 minutes. Okay?"

"O-Okay. I'm... I'm not moving."

Tony nodded and hung up. He then left his workshop and headed for the elevator. "To the garage, JARVIS. And if anyone asks where I am, tell them I'm out. Oh, and if you can get Steve to make lasagna for tonight that would be great. Tell him to make enough for Peter. But don't tell him directly that Peter's coming or he'll be untenable."

"Transmitting, sir." The AI replied in a calm voice.

Tony quickly arrived at the garage and chose one of his more unobtrusive cars. This car was of course luxurious, but it was less flashy and showy than some of the others. Ordinarily, he didn't mind being noticed on the street, quite the contrary, but he also knew that Peter hated it. So he could at least do that to fetch his mentee.

Once settled, he quickly left the garage and headed for the police station, following JARVIS' instructions.

And less than 3 minutes later...

"Incoming call from Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark." JARVIS said.

"Accept." Tony replied with a small sigh. He would have tried to refuse, but the redhead always found a way to reach him if she really wanted to, and he was sick of fixing JARVIS’ firewalls she tried to dismantle when she tried to crack him.

"Where are you?" Natasha asked immediately.

"Out."

"Where?"

"In New York."

"Don't play with me, Stark. I'm trying to hack your position and your AI is stopping me. But you also know that won't stop me. So if you don't want to find JARVIS in pieces, tell me where you are."

"Okay. Geez, calm down, Mom." Tony scoffed. "I'm off to pick up Peter."

"Parker?"

"Do you know many Peter's that I pick up personally?"

"Where is he? Is he all right? Why are you picking him up? Need backup?"

"Romanoff, you gotta calm down on the mother hen instincts, it looks weird on you."

"Shut up and answer my questions."

"He's at the police station but he's fine. At least, that's what he told me. The cops took him in because he broke a guy's arm when he stopped him from stealing an old lady's bag. But since he wasn't wearing his suit, the cops wouldn't listen. No need for reinforcements, I'll just get him out of there."

"The police won't just let you take it if they want to keep him."

"Romanoff, we're talking about the police here, not SHIELD. Of course they'll let me take it if I pay enough."

"I hate it when you're right." Natasha muttered.

"You must really hate me then because I'm always right."

"Careful Stark, your head is going to explode."

"Don't worry, I've got practice. I'm on my way to the station. I'll get Peter and come home."

"Steve's in the kitchen."

"Perfect." Tony said simply before hanging up. He allowed himself a small smile. Even if she was playing hard to get and cold-hearted, Natasha was really warming up to them. Especially to Peter. But Peter was too loveable and cute for anyone to hate him. Or even dislike him. Tony was pretty sure that even Fury had a soft spot for Peter.

But enough about that. He had a kid to pick up. So he got out of his car and put on his sunglasses. Completely unnecessary and therefore perfectly indispensable.

He then entered the police station like he owned the place and headed for the reception desk. "Hi, I'm here to bail someone out." He said, leaning casually on the counter.

The agent at the counter looked up, and Tony loved to see his gaze change immediately as he recognized him.

"M-Mr Stark! I didn't hear you come in. Allow me to-"

"I'm here to pick someone up, not to make small talk." Tony cut in.

"Uh- O-of course Sir. Er... Who are you here for?" Asked the policeman as he sat back down, still not over having seen the Tony Stark in real life.

"Peter Parker."

The policeman's face fell and he was clearly upset and torn. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Parker is being held for violence against other. He must-"

"He unintentionally hurt someone by stopping that same someone from stealing an old lady’s bag. He may have been a little overzealous, but you know how young people are these days. We can hardly blame him for being a good Samaritan and trying to help a defenseless old lady. So please let Mr. Parker out immediately."

The policeman stammered for a few moments before Tony interrupted him again.

"Oh, yes, I forgot. The money." He said, taking out his wallet. "How much is it again for a minor in custody?" The policeman was still frozen and Tony was slowly starting to get annoyed. "You know what, keep the money but move your ass. Even my grandmother would go faster than you. And she's dead, I might add." Tony asked as he pulled out a handful of large bills, definitely more than enough to get Peter out.

And just as he'd expected, the policeman snapped out of his stunned state at the sight of the bills and grabbed them at full speed, as if afraid Tony would take them back. "I'll... I'll get Mr Parker." He then stood up and headed for the holding cells.

"Incompetent. That's why I go to SHIELD even for routine business." Tony muttered as he pulled out his phone, pretending to be busy.

He didn't have to wait for long, as footsteps came closer. He raised his head and saw that it was Peter, handcuffed with his hands behind his back, escorted by the policeman from earlier, who was holding him firmly by the arm.

"Take off the handcuffs and let him go." Tony almost ordered.

The policeman almost jumped and grabbed the keys from the handcuffs before trying to open them with his trembling hands.

"Oh, for God's sake, do I have to do it for you?" Tony exclaimed after the 3rd unsuccessful attempt.

The policeman shook his head frantically and finally managed to open the handcuffs.

"Finally." Tony said as he pulled Peter against him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "You okay, kid?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark." Peter replied softly, his eyes riveted to the floor.

"Come on, let's go home." Tony said in a soft voice, leading Peter towards the exit.

"Mr. Stark, regarding the charges against Mr. Parker-" began the policeman behind them.

"Contact my lawyers!" Tony replied, barely looking back as he exited the hellish place. "You okay, Pete?" He asked more seriously as they exited the police station.

"I'm fine, Mr. Stark."

"You're shivering." Tony simply accused.

"The holding cells aren't heated." Peter said in a low voice.

"And you don't even have a coat on. Come in the car, you can warm up."

Both settled into the car and Tony leaned back, opening a drawer under the back seat, pulling out a blanket.

"I didn't know you had that in your car. Nor that secret drawers under the back seats existed."

"I saw this in my aunt's car when I was young and when I started fitting out and making my own cars, I thought it was pretty useful so I did too."

"Your aunt had hidden drawers in the back seat of her car?" Peter repeated, clearly skeptical.

"You'd have been surprised at all the stuff we could find in my aunt's car. Knitted blankets and sweaters, but also make-up that could be turned into weapons, and guns. My record was finding 4 guns and 8 knives, all different sizes. But I'm sure I missed some."

"Forgive me for saying so, Mr. Stark, but your aunt sounds like a total terror."

"Oh yes, she is." Tony replied with a chuckle. "Totally terrifying. That's a good way to describe her. She's got quite a reputation, you might say."

"In your family?"

"Oh no, all over the world."

"Your aunt is known all over the world?" Peter repeated, widening his eyes.

"Kid, you're talking to Tony Stark."

"Yes, I know you're super mega famous Mr. Stark, but it's just that I don't know any other famous Stark besides your father."

"Normal, she's not a Stark. She's not even my biological aunt, but she's just the same. But I think you know her anyway."

"I don’t know, ask away."

"Does the name Margaret Peggy Carter mean anything to you?"

"P-Peggy Carter?" Peter repeated, widening his eyes. "THE Peggy Carter? Founder of SHIELD?"

"Herself. A totally terrifying woman. Absolutely brilliant, but utterly terrifying. But to have made her mark in the post-war intelligence and espionage world, she had to be."

"Especially as a woman in the '50s it couldn't have been easy."

"It wasn't. But she earned her respect. She still single-handedly founded America's best-known intelligence and spy agency today."

"Wasn't she accompanied by Howard Stark and General Philips?"

"My sperm donor provided the money and General Philips the connections. But it was Aunt Peggy who did the heavy lifting. With her seconds, Uncle Daniel and Uncle Jack. You've probably heard of them if you've looked into S.H.I.E.L.D. at all."

"Daniel Sousa and Jack Thompson, right?"

"Bingo."

"Woah, I didn't know you knew so many people Mr. Stark."

"I still know. Uncle Daniel passed away 15 years ago, but Uncle Jack and Aunt Peggy are still alive. Well, Aunt Peggy's not in her right mind anymore but sometimes she remembers us. Uncle Jack, on the other hand, is in great shape. Well, as fit as you can be when you're over 90, fought in WWII and have been an SSR and SHIELD agent all your life."

"Do you still see them?"

"Less than I'd like, but yes, I'm still in touch. I could introduce you if you like."

"Oh no, no, I don't want to impose." Peter refused immediately.

"Hm. We can talk about it later. How about we go home for now? Steve's making lasagna for tonight so let your aunt know you'll be staying home to eat and sleep."

"And how will I get to school tomorrow?"

"We'll find someone to drop you off don't worry about it."

Peter finally agreed and sent a message to his aunt, saying he was staying at the Avenger Tower tonight, and Tony finally emerged from the police station parking lot.

The beginning of the car ride passed in silence before Peter thought of something. "Wait, is the Carter punishment from Peggy Carter or another Carter?" He asked, turning to Tony.

"Carter punishment?" Tony repeated, not because he didn't know what it was, but because it had been decades since he'd heard the term.

"Yes, punishments so much more boring than detention that it makes you not want to do it again. Like, say, sorting 200 files alphabetically, or replacing all the paper clips in a hundred documents with staples, that sort of thing."

"Where did you get that?"

"It's something our high school principal does." Peter replied with a shrug. "It's not from her then?"

"Oh yes, it totally comes from Aunt Peggy. She's the one who invented this rather peculiar method of punishment, so Uncle Jack named it after her. At first it was just a joke, but eventually it spread throughout SHIELD and from what I know, it's still used today. Like a Carter punch, it's entered the vernacular of SHIELD agents."

"Carter punch?" Peter questioned.

"A punch in the temple so hard it knocks you unconscious on the spot."

Peter winced and put a hand to his head. Having already knocked himself out, he knew how much it hurt.

"Yeah, like you say kid. But getting back to the Carter punishment, I'm surprised your principal knows what it is. What's his name again?"

"Oh, uh, we call him Principal Morita, but I don't know his first name."

"I see. JARVIS?"

"Yes Sir?" Asked the AI, his voice coming out of the car.

"Run a background check on Mr. Morita, principal of Midtown High School, and look for possible links to Peggy Carter."

"Right away, sir."

There was then less than a minute's silence before JARVIS spoke again. "John William Morita, 48 years-old, is the principal of Midtown High School of Science and Technology. He is also the grandson of Jim Morita, an American soldier deployed in World War II and a member of the Howling Commandos. Miss Carter was officially a liaison officer for the Howling Commandos."

"Ah, that's why the name Morita rings a bell. So it makes sense. Aunt Peggy kept in touch with members of the Howling Commandos for quite a while, so it wouldn't surprise me if they eventually heard about the Carter Punishment and brought it back into their families, passing it on from generation to generation, and here we are today. Your principal is the grandson of a friend of Aunt Peggy's, so he's putting the Carter Punishment into effect at his school."

Peter found this reasoning a little far-fetched, but who was he to judge? He was a teenager from Queens, with spider powers, being brought back to the city's most expensive Tower by Tony Stark himself after the latter had bailed him out of police custody because he'd broken the arm of a guy trying to steal a little granny's purse. None of it made sense, and yet here he was.

Oh, and did he mentioned he was going to spend the evening with the Avengers, eating Captain America's lasagna, listening to Hawkeye and Black Widow's spy stories and talking science with Bruce Banner?

Yeah, his life was crazy.

But it was good craziness and Peter wouldn't trade it for the world.

@comfy-vember

[futurebird]

Listen. My husband and I paid off all of our student debts the old fashioned way. When I heard younger people getting relief I could only think one thing:

Thank God someone noticed the huge negative impact debts have. It was one of the best things Biden did. And only fair considering PPP relief and bailout happened.

Going of your way to reverse what was *already settled* is spiteful. Especially when the PPP relief isn't even questioned.

SOCUTS is full of spite for ordinary people.

Originalist? Forget that! The most trendy new judicial theory is "Spite Theory" -- basically you can do whatever you want if it hurts people you don't like.

You don't even need a case or injured party.