Thesquirreloverlord - A Squirrel

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Hi, computer science student here, facial recognition is more and more disturbing as you get into it, John Oliver has a great video explaining it on YouTube if you look it up. Facial recognition has been used to identify people in protests such as during BLM protests to try and identify people in photos uploaded to the internet.

Clear view.ai which is owned by Hoan Ton-That uses images you, your friends or anyone else has uploaded to the internet to recognise an image of you, they have a database of ove 3 billion images pulled from "publicly available" sources such as Facebook or Instagram or linked in. They have received cease and desist orders from Twitter, YouTube and Facebook but refused to stop arguing it has a first amendment right to harvest the data. Over 600 law enforcement agencies have started to use it. When asked if he would sell to countries that criminalises homosexualities Hoan ignores the question which isn't exactly reassuring.

So yeah, be pissed

My science class to the teacher

packing for a trip is like ok i need 30 pairs of underwear. my entire medicine cabinet. T shirt?

Winged AU

Raven’s advice

Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person. 

Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.

Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring. 

Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.

“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated

“Host, how are you?”

“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity

Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.

“Is it a good guess something happened?”

dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.

“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”

“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”

“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.

“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned

“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”

“I don’t” he snapped again

“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes. 

Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt? 

The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.

But opposites attract, right?

Redrawing Manberg’s Fighting Tournament!

Fly and Fall

Hey, look I posted something after who knows how long. This is just an angel au thing. Each angel is based on a species of bird and sometimes have stereotypes about them and how they interact, for example angels based on birds of prey are more likely to be violent to smaller ‘prey’ bird like finches

paring: Darkstache implied

TW: mentions of discrimination

Hawks where often seen as dangerous and should be avoided at all costs, especially by the smaller ‘prey’ angels. so when the canary Wilford Warfstache approached one, many would of called him crazy. The Hawk in question was a Northern goshawk with striped feathers which where clipped due o the law too prevent ‘predators’ from having too much power. He stood on the cliffs looking over the seas with a grumpy expression and a strong chin. His lips where in a thin line and his expression was unchanging as the pink haired angel made his descent down to talk with this handsome black haired man.

“Well hello, why such the miserable?” Wilford smiled pulling at his suspenders. The man lifted an eyebrow and looked the reporter over.

“Are you that idiot from the talk show? You seem quite brave for a songbird” he stated flatly.

“Awww, I’m flattered, yes I am Wilford Warfstache, the one and only” he smirked as he put his hands on his hips. The other man rolled his eyes “What is your name?”

“None of your business songbird” he hissed as he started to stalk away, Wilford started jogging after him with his wings tucked behind his back.

“Hey I’m calling you Darkie if you don’t tell me your name. Wait up!” Dark did not stop but instead sped up.”Oh come on!” he sighed as he also sped up to catch up with him. Dark whipped round and shot him a bone chilling look.

“Why do you follow me so persistently?! Do you not fear me? Do you not listen to stories how I could rip your pretty little head off? Or are you trying to mock me? A little songbird like you can still fly yet I can’t as I could cause ‘public distress’ according to the law, that’s why they clip our wings, to ground us, to deny us freedom of flight.” his wings were spread as if in an attempt to scare the other man off. The sea crashed against the cliff. The sky was clear and stars were slowly becoming visible and the moon was cold and bright.

Wilford scowled “I came down to talk to you, mocking is not my style, guns are, you seemed lonely down here and I thought my company would be appreciated, clearly not though” he put his hand back on his hips and swayed them as he talked leaning forwards towards this handsome man as he spoke.

“Well fly away then and leave me be you bothersome imbecile.” Dark turned away facing the edge of the cliff. 

“Well for that comment I’m gonna stay just to annoy you.” Wilford smirked wiggling his bubblegum pink mustache. Dark looks up at him and pushes him off the cliff in the hope to get rid of the other man, he knew he wouldn’t die, his instincts would kick in and he would start flying, what scared him is when Wilford pulled him with him, the mans wings couldn’t possibly carry the both of them. The gray sea crashing on the rocks below drew closer and closer as the two plummet down. Wilford had wrapped his arms round him holding him so close to his chest that he could hear the others heart pumping with adrenaline as he flapped his wings as hard and fast as he could to try and slow their descent. 

“stretch out your wings and help me” he shouted over the wind howling past their ears. Dark shot out his bent wings and tried to copy Wilford’s wing beats. They slowly rised and started gliding. Dark felt the wind pass through his wings and he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation he thought he may never of been able to enjoy. The night’s air was cold against his head and the smell of salt off the sea filled his nose along with the bubblegum smell of the man who was holding him.

He opens his eyes and sees the grey waves below change to the grassy cliffs as Wilford steers them to land. As they landed Dark let go of a breath he did not know he was holding. Then he realized Wilford had not let go of him. He broke away and looked the man over, muttering an apology. 

With that Dark walked away, leaving Wilford alone.

Wait, velmas 15?

He hidin

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Artists rendition. He’s just SO TALL