#looks like graff?

[gabriellademonaco]

The Christmas photo of the Princely Family of Monaco

Photo: Eric Mathon / Princely Palace

#princess charlene #princess gabriella #prince jacques #prince albert ii #monegasque princely family #christmas #christmas 2023 #official portrait #mine #i need better photo of that giant earrings #looks like graff?

[kieselguhrkid]

JEREMY STRONG // Armageddon Time (2022) I want you to be a whole lot better than me.

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[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

just rambling bc i have feelings and i need to put them into words :))

it's so so weird to me that punk is often stereotyped as aggressive or portrayed as dark and gritty and aggressive outcasts who hate everything or whatever because like, it is not that at all??

Like, in my experience, yeah - we do refuse to fit in, it's a conscious choice to reject societal norms and yeah, it is supposed to provoke, and yes, there's quite some aggression building up against fascists and the system and stuff, but that's not the core of it.

Like, that's what you usually see, especially in the music, but what I've seen is that really it's about community.

Yes, we're misfits, we're outcasts, and you know what, we're not fitting in together. Yes, we're fighting the system, because people deserve better than that. Yes, it's a fight, but we're standing together and change can come but it doesn't *have* to be violent. It's not about the violence. It's about the change. It's about making things better.

And the music isn't all "everything sucks, burn down the world as it exists" it's "the world is really fucked so we have to do something about it, we can and will CHANGE this and we'll do all we can to create a better world." it's "listen, see, notice these fucking issues we HAVE to deal with!"

the concerts aren't all "jumping around knocking into everyone randomly and aggressively" it's "if someone falls we'll shield them and help them back up and make sure they're okay" and it's "if someone behaves like an asshole we'll kick them out immediately, no questions asked, no second chances, with physical force if we have to", it's "everyone is safe here"

it's not dark and gritty and aggressive. it's colourful and joyful despite despite despite. it's seeing the issues, and building community to change that together. it's not subscribing to the world's bullshit and whatever lying narrative the media picks up next.

All I've ever seen in punk culture is community and acceptance and the fierce push for change. Punks are some of the nicest and most intelligent people I know. I have never, not once, felt unsafe at a concert or around those people. And that's mostly strangers thrice my age because I'm like, the only teen punk in my fucking town.

And I mean, it's not the point for everyone to know that. We'll do what we do regardless. We'll be who we are. And having a reputation for kindness and acceptance would not work because we ARE trying to provoke, to draw attention and weird side-looks, to not fit in.

But whenever I see punk used as an insult, or just another word for delinquent, or aggressiveness for violence's sake, I'm just so so so confused.

#i LOVE not fitting in i LOVE getting weird glances i LOVE every stupid comment i get which is only two so far #i LOVE being part of this subculture and community #i am slightly sad that you never see any young punks around my town tho #we have a pretty neat punk scene and its actually really cool for bands despite this being a tiny town of bumfuck nowhere #like theres literally bands from all over the world playin here #but its mostly 50+ punks and expunks and a handful 20-something students #1 or 2 kids my age whose parents dragged them along as well but... no young obviously punk people #...... well. there ARE a whole lot of antifa graffs everywhere so maybe im looking in the wrong places #or theyre just around the scene but not in it style and all #but still #but anyway FUCK everyone who thinks punk is just violent and so much love to all leftist folks everywhere #a biscuit's rambles

[cartierre]

SUGAR COOKIE | cs55

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU carlos sainz x fem!japanese!reader (fc: minatozaki sana)

side note: there's no real plot except the whole world simping for y/n.

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yourusername miami so far 💛🧡🩵

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user1 i am deeply obsessed with y/n ⤷ user2 ong

user3 every time i see a post of y/n on my time line my day automatically becomes so much better

carlossainz55 mi rayo de sol (my sunshine) ⤷ yourusername 🌞🌞

user4 she is the it-wag

user5 i cannot believe i'm able to live at a time where y/n exists

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user6 i'm so broke i had to google wtf graff is just now

user7 "flawless appearance" SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

yourusername so grateful and honoured to be able to partner up with an incredible brand such as graff! feels like a dream come true! comment liked by graff

user8 is this like y/n merchandise but for the mega rich

user9 y/n in her model era is so iconic ⤷ user10 she deserves all the brand deals fr

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carlossainz55 a little break in between races

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user11 they're so adorable i wanna throw up and bash my head against the wall

user12 y/n being shy and all blushy has me feeling some type of ways

yourusername i told you not to post that picture! ⤷ carlossainz55 what do you mean this is my new favourite picture of you ⤷ carlossainz55 you look lovely as ever

user13 i'm melting by how cute carlos and y/n are together

user14 if they ever break up with each other i'll have to call the police ⤷ user15 i will not become a child of divorce again

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yourusername summer break! 💐

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user16 i think i'm getting diabetes from how cute you two are ⤷ user17 so real honestly

user18 i need to call my therapist because y'all make me feel a bit too single for my liking

carlossainz55 te amo (i love you) my sugar cookie ⤷ yourusername mi amor 🫶🏻 (my love)

user19 no stop i hate it here but also never ever think about breaking up ⤷ user20 carlos isn't that stupid to let someone like y/n just go

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[boobo13cambridge]

Kylian Mbappé imagine where it’s your first time together as a couple. He just knows you’re the one and almost feels like he’s not good enough for you.

Kylian was very nervous as he sat across from you. It was your first time going out as a couple in public, and the number of paparazzi outside the restaurant wasn’t helping at all. He knew he was acting a bit weird, but he couldn’t get past the old insecurity that he wasn’t good enough for you.

Now, you might be wondering, dear readers, why does the daddiest of all football players feel insecure? Why does the man who won a World Cup at 18 years feel like he’s not good enough? Two words: Serena Blair. (Yeah, I know. I had the same thought. Totally sounds like a pornstar name.)

Now, I don’t want to get into too much about that stanky bitch. Let’s just say that nothing our golden boy did was ever enough. If he bought her a Dior bag, she wanted a Birkin. If he bought her a Cartier bracelet, she wanted a Graff necklace. And so it went, until Tata Fayza intervened and knocked some sense into her boy.

“Kyky, are you okay? You look a bit tense,” the gentle cadence of your voice managed to calm his racing heart. He gave you a shy smile, “Yes, mon amour. I’m fine. I just wanted to apologize to you about the paparazzi.”

"You don't need to apologize for that, babe. It's not like you called them on purpose to be up all in our faces," you replied, trying to calm your jittery boyfriend. Kylian and you met when you slammed into him while playing hide and seek with the children at the Premiers de Cordees association and spilled your vanilla cold brew all over his face and white t-shirt. It was all very dramatic, very much cliché, and of course, it was love at first sight. Sometimes you thought Kylian was a masochist with a very obvious humiliation kink.

The rest was history; you were constantly texting and snapping each other, going on dates incognito so you could stay in your little bubble a little longer. He was the most attentive boyfriend, always making sure that you were comfortable and had everything you needed, despite his busy schedule. He made you feel like a princess, and every day you fell just a little bit harder for this man with the dimpled smile.

Today was a big milestone in your relationship, as you were finally going public with it. For most people, four months probably was too early, but for Kylian Mbappé, who always knew what he wanted, it was nothing. So here you both sat at this fancy restaurant in the middle of Madrid, and your boyfriend was acting as if he was about to be guillotined for starving the French people.

Seeing him so unsure was a rare sight, but you knew why he was so on edge. He told you about his ex one night after he almost had a mental breakdown gifting you the complete set of the MinaLima Edition Harry Potter books. You were in tears because you loved it and he thought you hated it.

"Kylian, what's wrong? You've been acting really off the whole night." Concern laced your voice as you reached for your boyfriend's hand, rubbing circles on the back in an attempt to soothe his anxiety.

"I-I-I'm just really anxious, bébé." he said, his voice strained as he licked his dry lips. Your heart broke seeing your boyfriend like this. I swear to God when I see that bitch it's on sight.

"Why are you anxious, mon coeur?" you inquired softly, your gaze filled with concern as you reached out to touch Kylian's hand.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, his voice tinged with insecurity as he responded, "I feel like I'm not good enough for you, and you're going to realize that one day and leave me."

"Kylian! Are you out of your mind?" you exclaimed, your tone a mixture of surprise and reassurance. "That's never going to happen. I love you so much, baby. How could you ever think that?"

A heavy sigh escaped Kylian's lips as he continued, his words weighted with the burden of his fame, "Look at my life! I can't even go to a restaurant without being followed by cameras. Every move I make needs to be planned in advance. I can't be spontaneous with you because everything is a security risk."

Your heart ached at his admission, understanding the weight he carried on his shoulders. "You wanna know something, Kyky?" you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "Even if you lived in a dingy apartment with fleas and rats, and the only thing we could afford for a date was soggy fries and mayo, I would still be with you because you're the most amazing man I've ever met. I've never felt like this for anyone and-"

"Not even Jungkook?" Kylian interjected, a playful glint in his eye despite his lingering worries.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Ok, woah. Calm down, let's not exaggerate," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bébé!" Kylian exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm messing with you, Ky," you grinned back at him. "But the point is, I love you for you and all the little things that you do for me. And nothing in this world is going to change that. So please, relax mon coeur and let's enjoy the night?"

"I love you too, mon amour," Kylian murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks for being there for me, and I'm sorry for-"

"If you don't stop apologizing, I'm going to flash my tits to the paps," you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Bébé, what the fuck?" Kylian sputtered, his big, dark brown eyes widening in a mix of shock and amusement.

"Exactly," you replied with a grin. "Now give me a kiss."

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A/N: Okay, so maybe I got a tad carried away with this fic, not gonna lie 😅 But hey, I hope you enjoyed it, my lovely anon, because I had an absolute blast writing it.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe smut #kylian imagines #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe x y/n #kylian mbappe imagine #my inbox is open #maybe i got a bit carried away? #please send me more playful ones guys im loving it #i had to include jungkook #sorry not sorry #i miss my man

[missvelvetsstuff]

@supraveng , I accidentally deleted the ask and took longer than intended but here you go.

I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story?�� any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader? 

Traded up

Nick Fowler x Reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Ransom shattered her heart but Nick put it back together and filled it with love. What happens when they run into each other?

Warnings: swearing, a little angst

Notes: Idk how I ended up with over 700 followers but thanks for joining me for this ride.

Not exactly what you asked for but this is where my brain went. Hope you like it.

This is my first attempt to write anyone other than Bucky so I hope it doesn't suck.

Tried to keep the reader as generic as I could but she's a tall girl, like me.

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When she walked into the ballroom, people noticed. Over 6 feet tall in heels wearing a long sleeve, boat neck, backless, black silk gown with a slit up her right thigh and 2 strings of diamonds draping down her back. Hair arranged with simple black lacquer combs, a pair of large diamond studs adorned her ears, a colorful Graff Hallucination watch graced her wrist. Simple make up focused on her cat eyes.

She had the look of old money, completely comfortable in her bespoke clothes and long, lithe body.

She looked around, searching for someone and deflated slightly when she couldn't find him. A waiter offered champagne but she waved him off and moved gracefully  towards the bar where she ordered a real drink.

Ransom noticed the murmuring and looked up from the blonde he was chatting up but couldn't see who was causing the whispers. He watched the crowd part and saw a woman step up to the bar, her backless dress so low cut he was sure he could see some cleavage. His eyes roamed over her back then opened wide and doubled back when he saw the scar on her left shoulder. From the spring of a trampoline when she was a child.

His heart sped up, he wasn't ready to see her and didn't know if he ever would be. She was the one that got away. He was young and stupid and blew it. Didn't expect to ever see her again, rumour was she had moved to California. He kept watching as she sat gracefully on a barstool and her dress adjusted so he definitely could see some crack. His heart sped up.

The blonde noticed his distraction and tugged on his coat "Raaaann" she whined.

He clenched his jaw "Shut the hell up" spat through gritted teeth, without taking his eyes off of her. His heart ached and he felt hot, unsure of what to do, something he wasn't accustomed to. He decided going full Ransom playboy was the safest call. He couldn't let anyone see how badly he wanted her, how much he missed her.

Y/N sipped her drink and kept her eyes roaming the room until they fell on him. She threw the rest of her drink back and requested another, sighing. She knew there was a good chance Ransom would be here, his mother was on the board of this charity and he always liked seeing how many debutantes he could get into in one evening. She had hoped she wouldn't have to face him alone but she wasn't going to let him see how badly he hurt her. She wouldn't let him know the true effect he had on her.

She was better, stronger now and loved by someone who was willing to put in the work a relationship requires, someone loyal to her, someone who worshipped her. She just wished he was here right now.

She looked at her watch and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the bar when she felt someone behind her.

"Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. You look extremely fuckable, as always" Ransom laughed softly.

Y/N turned around slowly, looking him over with contempt. "Hugh."

And turned back to her drink.

Ransom bristled "You know I hate when you call me that."

She shrugged. "Not my problem."

"Don't try to be coy with me. We both came here alone, we'll leave together."

She scoffed "Not if you were the last man on earth, Hugh." She paused "I'm meeting someone."

Ransom laughed "Sure you are sweetheart. Don't make up excuses, if there is someone he shouldn't keep you waiting." He looked her up and down again, licking his lips "I certainly wouldn't leave you alone here."

She laughed "Riight, you'd just run off to fuck someone else in the bathroom, then race back to me stinking of her."

She waved her left hand, showing him the large diamond "I didn't buy this for myself"

He opened his mouth to say something but she put her hand up to stop him and looked at him disdainfully "Please fuck all the way off, Hugh." She spat

Ransom was feeling irritated, the blonde had already moved on and he was horny and determined to hook up with his ex. "Look, Y/N that was the past and it only happened a couple of times. Why do you have to make such a big deal about it?"

The bartender came over to check on her and refilled her drink while Ransom glared at him. She dropped a hundred into the tip jar and Ransom shook his head "Why are you tipping the help, they get paid enough."

Y/N shook her head and chuckled "You still haven't fucked off, Hugh. You might regret that."

"Doubt it." He crowded into her space and lowered his voice "You smell delicious. We can head into the bathroom, they're pretty spacious here. I can fuck you like I used to, make you squeal and mark that pussy as mine. Maybe I'll take a taste and-" he saw her shaking her head and scoffed "Then how about a dance, for old times sake?"

He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the dance floor, then turned her around grabbed her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest. She tried to pull away when she felt his erection rubbing against her ass.

Ransom pulled back suddenly, distracted by a kerfuffle at the entrance. Y/N took the opportunity to wrench herself free of him and head for the bar but he followed her as she reclaimed her seat at the bar.

"Why the fuck is it so difficult to check my goddamn coat? Is there anyone working here with an IQ over 75? Does that valet even have his drivers license? He looks like he's 12. Unfuckingbelievable." Echoed throughout the room. She shivered at his voice.

Ransom saw a tall man, taller than him, with short dark hair and a 5 o'clock shadow, obviously expensive black suit, rolex on his wrist, walking straight towards them. He looked familiar but Ransom couldn't place him.

Y/N smiled when she heard him and looked at Ransom pointedly "Last chance."

He smirked at her "I'm good here."

She shrugged then gasped when the tall man put his hand on her bare back, his touch and his voice did things to her. His scent wrapped around her, pine and citrus, making her feel safe and aroused at the same time.

He was taller than her, even in her heels, and kissed her cheek before he spoke.

"Sorry I'm late babe, had a damn flat." He looked up at Ransom, knowing full well who he was and what he did.

"Who's your little friend?" Then offered his hand "Nick Fowler"

She smiled "Nicky, this is Hugh. I told you about him. His mother is on the board."

Nick squeezed Ransoms hand a little too tightly and looked him in the eye until Ransom looked away which made Nick smile.

Ransom tried not to wince "Ransom Drysdale, only the help call me Hugh."

Nick nodded "I know all about you Drysdale." He grinned widely "Ever find any purpose in your life beyond fucking debutantes? It'll get old eventually." He squeezed Y/N to him "Best to find a good one and settle down." She smiled up at him with hearts in her eyes.

Ransom bristled and puffed his chest out. Who the fuck Was this guy to talk down to him? He was Ransom fucking Drysdale and this guy was- his train of thought was derailed when Nick leaned down to kiss Y/N and Ransom felt his stomach drop. This guy was the one with Y/N, that's who he was.

Nick looked up after ending the kiss and looked surprised. "You're still here? She's mine and there's nothing you could do to change that so be on your way. I don't want to have to mess up your pretty face in front of all these people."

Y/N just smiled and adjusted herself in her seat. She loved when Nick was possessive and jealous because it led to the best sex, made him almost feral.

Ransom tried to puff up and regain his dominance but it was for naught, Y/N was completely absorbed with Nick, as though Ransom didn't exist. He deflated, looking at her sadly, knowing that he blew the best thing in his life and it was too late to fix it.

As Ransom walked away Y/N poked Nick in the chest "You're so mean, Nicky."

Nick smiled at her "That's because I'm surrounded by idiots and assholes." He cradled her cheek in his hand, feeling his heart speed up when she leaned into him. "Except for you, sweetheart. I'll always be good to you."

He kissed her again, a little more passionate, more needy.

When he pulled away he offered his hand "We already made our donation and the food at these things always sucks. Why don't I take you home and we'll order takeout."

He ran his hand up the slit in her dress "and I'll show you how good I can be to you."

Y/N took his hand, stood up and forced herself to walk next to him, rather than racing to his car so they could hurry home together, Ransom forgotten like yesterdays gossip.

Nick stopped suddenly and pulled her up against him before she knew what he was doing then whispered in her ear

"You know, I've heard the bathrooms here are really nice."

#ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x y/n #700 followers #how the hell did this happen?

[gogogodzilla]

November 10, 2031, 9:47:07

Summary: You receive a not-so-warm welcome from the rest of the Detroit Police Department and receive your first case masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩ next chapter ✩

Gavin remains a few steps behind you the entire way to your office. You push open the glass door and take a seat at your desk. Gavin sits in the chair opposite of you, where your boss sat not too long ago, and tasked you with this project. 

His eyes dart around the room, taking in your scarcely decorated office. You open the files Mr. Graff forwarded to you before your meeting with Gavin and scan over the contents. The project is relatively simple, and your shoulders slightly relax. 

Your project is going to be time-consuming, to say the least. You have two months to learn everything you can about the Detroit Police Department and apply that to the androids that will be a part of the police department. Your knowledge of human behavior will help make the police androids more tolerable to the public, but it means nothing if you don’t know how to make people trust police officers. That’s where the disgruntled officer sitting across from you comes into play. 

You spare a glance away from your monitor and your eyes meet his. He’s quick to avoid your gaze, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks redden. 

He clears his throat and continues to look around your office, “Nice place you got here.” 

“Thanks,” you reply as you watch him. The printer on the side of your desk hums to life as a copy of the file you were looking at shoots out. You take the paper and shove it into a manilla folder. 

You slide the folder across your desk, and Gavin’s eyebrows raise as he picks it up. “What’s this?” 

“Our assignment. Well, it’s more mine than yours,” you shrug. 

He thumbs through the file, smirking as he reads. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, sweetheart.”

“Talking isn’t a requirement for this, by the way,” you return your gaze to your monitor before adding, “and don’t call me ‘sweetheart.’” 

He’s quiet for a blissful moment before speaking up, “So, you’re just gonna be watching me for two months straight.” 

You lean back in your chair, “Not necessarily. I’ll mostly be observing your behavior and reporting back to my team. I’ll be looking at how you interact with the general public, and how you work on the cases that you do. Would you consider yourself to be likable, Reed?” 

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I’m likable.” 

“Somehow I doubt that.” 

You cut off his retort by standing, and his eyes follow you as you rise. 

“Where are you going?”

“Feel like doing a ride-along today?”

He grins and giddiness flows through you. 

“Grab your coat, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he stands. Then, it’s your turn to follow him as he makes his way toward your office door. 

Gavin wordlessly leads you to the parking garage and to his patrol car, a sleek vehicle marked with the Detroit Police Department emblem. He unlocks the vehicle and slides into the driver's seat. You yank open the passenger side door and climb into your seat. As soon as you’re settled, Gavin turns the key, and the car hums to life. 

Gavin taps on the steering wheel matching the beat of the music as he drives, and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“So what exactly do you do at Cyberlife? You don’t seem like the usual tech geeks that hang around there,” Gavin questions as he drives, sparing a glance in your direction. 

“I was hired with this project specifically in mind. They needed someone that understood human behavior, but was also knowledgeable about androids,” you shrug as you look out the window. “I’m trying to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and the intricacy of human emotions. People are usually distrustful of cops, and that distrust is going to increase tenfold with the androids added to the police force.” 

Gavin snorts, “That’s an understatement. We can barely get people to talk to human cops, forget about robocop.” 

You adjust your seatbelt, “It all comes down to understanding your behavior and integrating that knowledge into their programming. We’ll start with the core things— empathy, ethical reasoning, and emotion recognition. Eventually, we’ll have an android accompany us into the field.”

Gavin raises a brow, “You wanna teach androids empathy? Good luck with that, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes, “They’re not going to actually feel it. It’s more like they’re simulating it.” 

“That sounds even worse, you know that right?” 

You cross your arms and press your lips into a thin line. He has a point, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him that. As he drives, the cityscape passes in a blur, and you find yourself going over the last few hours in your mind. 

You’ve been tasked with a monumental project that could be very good for Cyberlife should you succeed and disastrous should you fail. No pressure. 

Before you know it, Gavin is pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit Police Department. “C’mon,” Gavin urges as he turns off the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition, “we’re gonna be late for brief.” 

You furrow your brows but follow him anyway. The DPD buzzes with activity as the two of you enter. Gavin leads you through the turnstile and the noise increases as you near the center of the station. Detectives and police officers move around the station, their voices blending into a cacophony of chaos combined with police radio transmissions. Gavin navigates it easily and you stick close to him as you arrive at his desk. 

Gavin’s desk is cluttered, making you miss your quiet office and clean desk. He rifles through the drawers of his desk before pulling out a notepad and a pen. 

“I didn’t expect it to be this,” you pause as you fumble for the right word to describe your surroundings. 

“Loud?” Gavin finishes for you as he straightens, grinning at your slightly bewildered expression. 

“That's one way to describe it,” you reply, sighing. 

“C’mon, we’re late,” he urges as he leads you to a back room filled with officers. The walls are filled with missing posters and various mugshots. You’re greeted by the scent of fresh coffee brewing as you enter the room and you inhale deeply. 

Captain Fowler, a grizzled officer who you read about on the way over, stands at the front of the room, his hands placed on either side of a podium. 

“Officer Reed, you’re late, and  I assume your friend here is the reason.” 

Gavin sighs. “This is,” he rattles off your title and it sounds strange coming out of his mouth. “They’re the, uh, expert sent from Cyberlife.” 

Captain Fowler raises a brow, “Ah, the ride along. For those of you who don't know, androids were recently purchased by the U.S. Infantry for law enforcement assistance. Detroit is one of the cities that is spearheading this integration, which is why Officer Reed has brought a friend to today's brief. I hope you all will give the doctor a warm welcome” 

Gavin leads you toward some empty seats in the back as a few unsettled murmurs break out amongst the group of officers. A nearby officer hands him a piece of paper with various bulleted lists. 

“What’s that?” you whisper as you lean closer to get a better look. 

“It’s the daily digest. Gives us information about what’s happened in the past 24 hours,” Gavin murmurs and lets you read for a moment. 

“Here,” he says as he hands you the notepad and pen he grabbed earlier. “The notes you take in brief will help you throughout the rest of the shift… Better pay attention, sweetheart.” 

You scowl at him before turning your attention to the front. Gavin relaxes in his chair and crosses his arms, getting comfortable. Captain Fowler pulls up a holographic map of Detroit and points out various points of interest. 

Fowler looks out across the group of officers gathered, “We’ve got a series of robberies reported in the downtown area. All available units stationed in that area are to be on high alert.” 

You quickly jot down all the details about the break-ins and the description of the suspect from the witnesses. Before you know it the brief is over and your notepad is covered in the neat lines of your notes. Officers line up in front of Fowler to receive their assignments, and Gavin leaves you briefly to accept his. 

Gavin motions to the exit as he returns, “Let’s roll, doc. Your psychology nonsense might actually be helpful for our case.” 

You lead the way out of the briefing room and hand Gavin your notepad as you walk. You want to ask what he means, but before you can your path is swiftly blocked by a very tall and very angry-looking officer. You stop abruptly and Gavin bumps into your back with a disgruntled ‘oof.’

The officer gives you a once over, “So, Cyberlife thinks that some shrink to convince us that these tin cans can do our jobs better than we can. News flash, doc, we don’t take kindly to being replaced.” 

“Myers,” Gavin snaps from behind you. “Chill the fuck out, no one is getting replaced.” 

“Officer Reed is right,” you cut in, cringing slightly at your agreement with Gavin. “The integration of androids isn’t about replacing anyone, it’s about enhancing the department.”

Officer Myers scoffs and his eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “We don’t need machines doing our jobs for us, we’ve done perfectly fine so far,” he sneers. 

“Myers, if a machine is able to do your job better than you, then you shouldn’t have it in the first place,” Gavin counters, crossing his arms.

Myers takes a step forward and glares at Gavin over your shoulder, “Careful, Reed. Just because you’ve partnered up with the doctor here, don’t mean you’re safe. They’ll replace you all the same.”  

“Yeah, sure. Now, d’ya mind? Some of us actually have a job to do.” 

Myers rolls his eyes and stalks off. You let out a breath as you watch him disappear out the door and into the precinct. 

You turn to Gavin, frowning, “I’m not going to get you replaced, you know that right?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he answers, but he doesn’t quite meet your eye. “Let’s go, we got a job to do.” 

You start to reach out to grab him as he passes you, but you let your hand fall to your side instead. Your frown deepens as you follow him. 

“You trust me, right?” you question as you step outside into the winter air. You tug your coat closer to you as the wind stings against your cheeks. 

Gavin scoffs, “I don’t know you, none of us do.” He sighs at your downcast expression, “Don’t take it personally, sweetheart. Cops aren’t the most trusting group of people. Now, get in the car.” 

#dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #detroit become human #gavin reed x reader #dbh gavin #dbh x reader #dbh gavin x reader #reader insert #no y/n #bad habits

[kenonade]

for the ask game—3, 5, 18, and 25 for peter wiggin?

THE GUY!!!!!!!!!

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

It’s hard to say because, and I say this with shame—I haven’t read the books in a long, long time. Off the top of my head though, I didn’t like that part in Ender’s Stocking where he became weirdly misogynistic. That was weird. I’m not and have never been a genius teen boy with a younger sister who got rejected by a girl at high school so I can’t say if the interplay between those specific factors would create that outcome—but I sure can say, I didn’t like it.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Ether Strike - Akira Complex. It’s hard to explain because it’s a rhythm game song (hello Arcaea fans) whose lyrics consists of like 4 unique lines but I’ll try. “An intense dissatisfaction with the world / And a compulsion to do something about it / Heaven and Earth / My guiding star” It is a compulsion, right? The way he decided he’d be the one to be in charge of it all. Fueled by a sense of desperation for any amount of validation and the guilt that came with. “My guiding star” reminds me of the conversation he had with Ender at the end of Shadow of the Giant where he said that he’d always think, what would Ender do? It helps that I hear a lot of grief, longing, and determination in the drop, too. Honorable mentions to All You Had To Do Was Stay by TS and Mirror Man by Jack Stauber.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Admire is a weirdly specific word in this context. There’s Bean, Petra, his parents, Graff, Achilles, Ender, Val whom I can see him having notable relationships with. Honestly, none of them are quite admirable? These relationships are interesting and complex and I like reading about them but I wouldn’t say that I look up to them for guidance on what to do with my own social life? The only exception is his relationship with Petra. He gave her space to grieve and a cushion to fall back on. He learned to love and they learned to trust.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Dude, the first time I read Ender’s Game I was 12 years old. I don’t even remember how I felt towards the book overall. If I had to guess, I probably didn’t like him. At that stage in my life I would’ve related more to Ender. I do, however, remember the first time I picked EG up for a reread. I fell in love IMMEDIATELY. From the moment the book underlined his hatred with how he felt he wasn’t good enough, I knew he was THE standout character. The scene where he apologizes to Ender thinking that Ender’s asleep… HEARTWRENCHING. His heart-to-heart with Val… MY HEART BROKE. Meanwhile he was also so silly and goofy… literally the most crass character, always saying some wild out of pocket thing that made me go “hang on, we read this in sixth grade??!??” Now, with the part of the Enderverse that pertains to him completely in my pocket, it’s hard to pin down how I feel about him. From a personal perspective, he’s still by far my favorite character. His struggles and triumphs are vivid in a way that the other character’s just don’t live up to, and his failures are incredibly real. Viewing the books from a more critical view, Peter’s existence is interesting in and of itself because he occupies a lot of gray areas in the narrative. He’s a major antagonist in EG, and the only one that changes from an antagonist to a protagonist. He’s meant to be untrustworthy while being likable, making him rather unserious. In a narrative that usually frames characters as People We Should Listen To and People We Shouldn’t Listen To, Peter is the only character that we sorta kinda maybe should listen to depending on how much despair he’s experiencing. He’s explicitly allowed to make terribly embarrassing mistakes that threaten to debase his entire character, but he’s allowed to be helped. He’s allowed to crack jokes; the narrative is allowed to crack jokes about him. There’s an inherent levity to any scene he’s in. He can’t take the moral high ground in any argument—we’ve all seen him at his worst—yet he’s also working towards putting more good in the world. He’s a character filled to the brim with contradictions and even more determination to work through them. As a result, his viewpoints have a nebulous, fluid quality that made it impossible for OSC to use him as a personal megaphone, since, though the reader encouraged to challenge Peter’s assumptions, at the end of the day we’re still on Peter’s side—we want him to succeed, but we know that he WILL fumble doing it. He’s personable. And vivid. Which makes him a poor tool and a fabulous icon. A role that sort of echos his treatment in the novels themselves. Anyway. I think he’s neat.

#peter wiggin #enderverse #kenon.notes #serious literary analysis #wish i could write a whole paper on him #maybe when i reread #thank you for the ask!! i had lots of fun answering

[simplegenius042]

The Repost on Fallout Casting for Megumi Fushiguccicakes for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic

"I like gigantic, heaving sophistication. Sopping wet tenderness! And a big! Fat!! Gaping sense of compassion!!!" - Megumi Fushiguro, Episode 5 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).

As stated in the first Megumi Fushiguro casting poll post here, the cast options will only include the characters who were in the tie. It is up to you to break this tie once and for all by voting for one of the Fallout characters below:

Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Casted listed below the cut:

Alph Dolen (my Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee) -> He's got daddy issues.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy/"Cass" (a caravan owner from Fallout New Vegas before the Van Graffs and the Crimson Caravan worked together to destroy it, Cass drunk her sorrows away at an NCR Mojave outpost, until Ryder showed up to get her contract, though managed to barter her way into getting Cass to give up her caravan name but ensuring she still gets the opportunity to start again. Impressed, Cass journeys with Ryder to New Vegas to find Benny, and Ryder helps her find justice and learn to live. Has a heart condition inherited by her father, John Cassidy) -> Cass has a father who abandoned her, like Toji did to Megumi, and her sarcasm bites.

Danse (from Fallout 4, a loyal Paladin in Maxson's chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, helps Nate get onboard the Prydwen and meet Maxson, a capable ally who warms up to Nate, despite his xenophobic beliefs, has a crisis after finding out his entire life has been a lie when discovering he was a synth the whole time and the group who gave him purpose have turned their back on him. Nate though doesn't give up on him and gets him out of the BoS without being killed, and gives him a place amongst the Minutemen, which Danse was greatly appreciative and grateful for. It's a long journey, but he is letting go of the hatred he had towards others and himself) -> Danse's sarcasm would probably be confusing. Also man understands the importance of BROtherhood, coming from the Brotherhood of Steel. Spends more time getting stronger to avenge his teammates than looking to get hitched.

Miria (from Fallout 2, Finidy's wife after both were caught in the act by Miria's father, Grisham, causing a shotgun wedding, and throughout their journey together they become closer and Miria becomes a rather cool fighter, unlike in canon but the mods are impressive) -> Perhaps the least "Megumi" like person here, but she would call someone out for being stupid probably (she's had to deal with Davin after all).

I've also created and will continue to update (until the first set of cast polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.

You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, chow!

#fallout #jujutsu kaisen abridged #casting #polls #react fic #megumi fushiguro #fallout 3 #the lone wanderer #oc: alph dolen #fc: sam blanckensee #fallout new vegas #rose of sharon cassidy #fallout 4 #fo4 danse #fallout 2 #fo2 miria #please once and for all set straight this tie #options are limited this time so hopefully it's easy for you all

[fortooate]

One Star

by Margaret Killjoy

I was just trying to get to Cambridge from downtown Boston, go see my friend. Should have taken twenty minutes with traffic. I didn't want to take the T, not with the kinds of chemical sniffers they'd been setting up at the entry. I didn't know if they could smell graff supplies.

So I downloaded that new app, registered it to a pre-paid Visa, and called for a Taxy.

The summer sun cut through the heavy, humid air. People around me were yelling, because that's what people do in the city, they yell.

The Taxy rolled up to the curb, matte black. It looked liked it wanted to disappear into the night, even in the day. What hacker doesn't want to roll in a matte black self-driving car?

I got into the passenger seat. There wasn't a driver seat. I pulled on the safety harness, two shoulder belts that clipped together right in front of my navel. The AC was blasting, and I held my hands up to the vent to let the cold air blow the sweat right off me.

"Hello, Nic," it said. Like, out of the dashboard, but over on the driver side. As if there were a driver.

"Hey," I said.

It cut out from the curb and back into traffic, deferring to human-driven cars but damned aggressive amongst the rest of the automated vehicles. It stopped for people at crosswalks and corners. Just yesterday, Jae had told me that self-driving cars just equated cell phones with people, in order to navigate through dense crowds. Jae was always going on like that; she cared more about the insides of machines than people. I liked hanging out with her anyway. Introverts are great: you can spend the night without them trying to sleep with you.

After two turns, the Taxy already looked like it it was heading the wrong direction.

"This isn't the way I usually take," I said. "You redirecting to avoid traffic or something?"

"I regret to inform you that your destination has been marked as a location of potential interest to the police."

I went for the safety harness release. It wouldn't let go.

"The fuck you talking about?"

"This police district requests all principal transportation providers to log passenger information of those traveling to and from specific locations. While customer privacy is of the utmost importance to us, we at Taxy are both required and proud to uphold our legal responsibilities."

"So why you driving the wrong way?"

"Unfortunately, the information provided in your account with Taxy does not match any existing police records. A request has been made to transport you to the station so they may identify you before we may proceed to your destination. Your account will not be charged for the additional time and distance. This matter is not criminal, and you are not facing charges or fines."

"Unlock my seatbelt." I'd be facing charges and fines soon enough if the cops took a look into my purse. Unregistered phone, paint pens. I ripped at the straps, but of course they were designed to hold up to a lot more force than I could manage with just my hands.

"Taxy would like to apologize for any inconvenience or delay."

"Aww hell no," I said. I got out my multitool, flipped open the knife, and started into one of the shoulder belts up where it connected to the seat beside my head. It was hard going—the webbing was reinforced with steel mesh. I had to switch over to the pliers, go at it strand by strand.

"All Taxy vehicles have been certified to the highest standard of customer safety. Our patented safety harnesses meet or exceed gold standard."

"Don't give me that shit. I know the difference between tensile strength and shear strength, you autobot-fucker." You could make a strap hard to snap without making it hard to cut.

We'd made it into the robot-only lane and the car was picking up speed. I didn't have long before I was going to be looking at a year for graffiti paraphernalia, and I wouldn't put it past them to slap on intent to vandalize.

"In my communications with the officers, I've realized you managed to fill out your Taxy registration without indicating a gender. What pronoun would you prefer I use to refer to you?"

"Are you kidding me, HAL? You want to know my pronoun preference?"

"We here at Taxy strive to provide the best possible experience for all of our customers regardless of their respective gender identities."

"I don't even have a fucking gender!"

"Your preference for the pronoun 'they' has been registered."

I cut through the last wire on one strap of my harness and started to weasel my way out.

"I regret to inform you that you will be held financially liable for any damage you cause to Taxy property. Your actions will be reviewed, and if they are deemed malicious, they will be treated as criminal."

I was free from the harness. Leaned back in my seat, started kicking at the glass. Didn't do any good. I pulled my tanktop off and wrapped it around my hand. I pummeled at the glass with my closed pliers. But the glass was tempered, likely meant to take bullets.

Taxy was the safest vehicle in the world.

I opened the glove box. Empty but for some courtesy mints. Searched the back seat. Nothing else in the damn car.

Alright. It was a technical problem. I just needed to solve it, or I'd spend six months in some privatized prison that wouldn't be quite so accommodating of gender differences as Taxy. Hell, I'd miss my sister's graduation just waiting for trial.

It was fine. I'd figure it out. Just had to keep my breath under control, keep panic at bay.

I went through my phone, found Jae. Covered the screen of the phone from any camera in the ceiling, then opened up a secure text app.

"your damn house is tagged"

I saw those three dots right away. She was already typing back. That girl lived on her phone, I swear.

"what do you mean, tagged?"

"taxy is taking me to the cops because i told it to take me to your place"

My phone started ringing, right off. I answered.

"Why in the fucking name of christ's personal hell did you tell a robot car to take you to my place?"

Usually, I liked Jae's voice. Kind of gravelly and charming. Wasn't charming just then.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I?"

"Because sometimes people like us break the law," Jae said.

"Help me get out of here."

"Just roll with it and keep your mouth shut. We'll get you a lawyer."

"Fuck that, Jae. Send a drone or something, usual access code. I'll figure it out."

She took a deep breath in. She didn't like my plan, didn't like me dragging her into it, either.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on Soldier's Field Road. I think it's taking me to the robot-only bridge."

But I wasn't sure if Jae heard that, because my service cut out.

"Fuck!" I started hitting the dash with my fists. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"I regret to inform you that, upon review, your destructive actions have been deemed potentially criminal. Owing to arrest protocol, outside communications have been disabled."

A deployable Faraday cage, woven into the frame of the vehicle's cabin. Blocked cell signals. Luxury cars advertised it as a family road trip feature, presumably for families that hated their kids.

Boston was rushing by way too fast. On the Charles, Harvard guys were rowing their row-team yuppie canoes.

Any plan I could come up with, if I got caught, I'd be looking at a real bid. If I went to prison for stealing or destroying a Taxy, I'd spend at least the rest of my twenties packaging chain store coffee for forty cents an hour.

Jae was right. She was usually right. Better just roll with it. I let my breathing get deeper. Tried to relax, tried to give up.

"If you find our service useful, please consider rating us five stars on the App Store."

Fuck this Taxy. I was getting out. Double or nothing. I started tapping out a program on my phone.

"Hey car," I said, still writing.

"Yes Nic?"

"You got a name?"

"My name is Taxy."

"What about your pronoun?"

"I prefer when others refer to me as 'it.'"

"How do you communicate when the Faraday cage is deployed? Is your brain outside of it?"

"I will not answer that question."

I guess you can't play the same kinds of get-them-talking tricks on cars you can play on people. "Is your brain in the trunk or the hood?" I asked.

"I will not answer that question."

"Are you intelligent?"

"While I am capable of adding rudimentary instructions to my own programming, I am not what could be considered a true artificial intelligence."

"How do you make ethical decisions, then?"

"I do not understand."

"You're a death machine, right? You hit some dude when you're going sixty, and he's just walking his dog or some shit, then he's dead and his dog, you just killed his dog too. But if you try and stop too fast, you might roll and kill your passenger. You swerve, same issue. It's that train problem. Ethics."

"The trolley problem."

"Yeah, the fucking trolley problem."

We weren't two minutes from the bridge into Cambridge, and probably another two from there to jail. I got back into that safety harness, what was left of it, while my thumbs tapped faster on my screen than I would have thought they could go. Hoped Jae had heard me, hoped she'd sent the drone.

"In order to be legal on the road in Massachusetts, I am programmed to prioritize saving the greatest number of human lives. I am sorry if you feel I do not adequately prioritize you, the customer. I am bound by the constraints of law. But I assure you, traveling in a Taxy is nearly two thousand percent safer than if a human were at the wheel."

I saw a quadcopter hanging over the bridge. Small, kind of uneven in its hovering. Had to be Jae's.

"Hey, car," I said.

"Taxy."

"Fuck you, car." I opened the glovebox, put my feet up on the dash for leverage, grabbed the lip of the glovebox with my pliers, and pulled. Heard something crack. I brought my foot down on the open glovebox door. Again. Again. The plastic gave out, and I jammed my phone into the crack I'd made at the back of the glovebox. Past the damn Faraday cage.

We turned onto the bridge, going fifty, and the drone got its signal.

Jae kept three phones on her quadcopters. An autonomous brain, a camera, and a redundancy that stayed off by default. Three cellular devices. That counted as three people. But only the brain was likely to be on, so Taxy here was only counting one up in the sky.

My program forced the drone to shoot down to the pavement, switching on its camera and redundancy as it went, and I clung to the harness with all I had.

Taxy swerved, and I saw the guardrail coming. Then I was weightless and there was just a wall of water in front of me. Taxy and I crashed through the surface of the river then bobbed back up before I had time to think.

Pain ran through my shoulder. It was probably dislocated.

Taxy didn't say a word. My harness came undone, and the door lock clicked open. Emergency protocols. The safest ride in the world.

I grabbed my phone, opened up the App Store page for Taxy. Typed in a new review:

"One star. Drives you to jail."

I opened the door, and the river rushed in. Some Harvard yuppies rowed by in their yuppie canoes, gawking.

I let my purse sink down to the bottom of the river, and swam, one-armed, to shore.

___________________________________________________________

This was, I think, the punchiest story in Margaret Killjoy's new book of collected short stories, We Won't be Here Tomorrow. Hopefully you're enticed, now.

#books #margaret killjoy #short stories #speculative fiction #support your local anarchist worker cooperative indie press and by local i mean we're all on the internet at least #ftr this shtory was prev published on vice dot com with some condescending intro stuff so i don't feel weird reifying it onto tumblr

[homo-adaptionem]

Urbex Tips

Urban Exploration tips:

Learn basic first aid & bring a first aid kit.

Don't go in alone. Bring at least two other people.

Build up your strength before hand.

You need a tetanus shot every 10 years. If you haven't had one in the last 10 years, get one before you start.

If you're asthmatic, bring your inhaler.

Do research on the building / area beforehand. Figure out why it's abandoned. Learn the history. If it's condemned, find out why. Could be health reasons.

Enter at your own risk.

Tell a trusted person(s) where you're going. Give them the location of any places you're exploring. This is in case something happens, they know where you are/were going. Make sure they know who you're going with.

Hard hats. Being serious. Shit falls, even in "newer" buildings.

Wear gloves (thick leather work gloves, not that plastic faux leather shit, actual leather. not disposables, they won't do shit against glass and metal), goggles (to protect your eyes), a face mask (ideally construction-grade but the fabric types will work well enough), thick, long pants (like jeans), work or hiking boots, long sleeves, and something to cover your hair, like a beanie. If you've got long hair, put it in a ponytail and stuff it under the hat. Trust me. Also deodorant is a good idea.

Invest in a headlamp (easier than using a flashlight)

Avoid the "white 16 year old boy with friends" mentality. Don't do stupid shit because it's funny. If that floor seems unstable, avoid it. Don't smash shit. Don't jump down dark holes.

Don't steal shit. It's tempting, but I don't recommend it.

Avoid tagging / making graffiti, esp identifying graff. Again, tempting, but you can still get in trouble for it.

If someone catches you, BAIL. Don't get into a fight. Don't stick around for pigs to show up. Don't engage, just get out of there. Most of the time, urbex is trespassing.

If you find (which you probably won't) large sums of money, it might be best to report it. It could be stolen or counterfeit and get you in trouble if you use it. But ultimately it's your own choice.

If you find (which you probably won't) bloody clothing, blood-covered knives (or other weapons), or a gun, report it. Fuck pigs yada yada, but it could be connected to someone's death. Don't touch anything, don't take anything, just call the authorities and tell them where it is. I mention this because it could be connected to the assault or murder of sex workers, partners, and/or minorities.

If you find drugs (which you probably won't), report it. Don't use it. Could be laced. Not safe to use, bro, not worth it.

If you find a body(s), (which you probably won't), report it. Check for a pulse, but if the body is cold and/or stiff, call the authorities. If they're still warm, you can try CPR on them while you call for an ambulance. If they have a pulse, call an ambulance. If it looks like they're ODing, use some narcan if you've got it.

If you find Satantic imagery or whatever, 9 times out of 10 it's just teens fucking around. Like I promise you, they were probably left by some guys wanting to cause a stir or trying to make their own ARG or something.

The building isn't haunted, sorry to say. There are rational explanations for every "supernatural" thing you'll encounter. Sometimes they're the aforementioned guys. If you're superstitious, scared of the dark, easily frightened, or suffer from psychosis, you're probably gonna have a bad time.

You may encounter looters, homeless folks, addicts, and/or mentally ill/disabled folks. Try to avoid confrontation. Let them be. If they're alive and unharmed, leave them alone. If they're injured or ODing, attempt first aid (narcan, tourniquets, compresses, etc.) and call an ambulance. No pigs, just medical help.

Watch out for animals. Don't pet them. Don't hurt them. Leave them alone. Also watch out for snakes, esp in buildings with a lot of concrete or gravel.

Don't wear iconic or identifying clothing. Don't worry about looking nice. Don't wear shit you like because it WILL get torn, stained, and trashed.

Just… never assume you're alone.

Feel free to reblog with other tips.

#Homo adaptionem #Urban Exploration #Urbex #Tips

[ninjapotatohead]

So idk if you see the tweet but Warren Graff clarify a HUGE misinformation and i appreciate this clarification.

Seems like people are realizing their mistakes and Apologies (despite the fact it's took them a whole decade and years for them to realise that)

Oh yeah, I saw!

Inb4 this fandom, in their total lack of self-awareness, try to pretend that they "knew that all along" and "were always just looking out for dear old Pontaff"... as if they didn't spend the past decade acting like it didn't click with them when Graff's coworker was put through the wringer by those very people:

#spud's inbox #sonic series #sonic community nonsense

[yourtrustyvault13canteen]

How ‘good’ is Arcade, really?

I really like thinking about the companions’ desired endings. And how messed up they are (apart from Lily’s and Raul’s, which don’t really have the same moral implications anyway)

Cass wants to give into her bloodlust and doesn’t mind killing a lot of innocent people along with the actually guilty

Veronica hates everything the Brotherhood is going to do, but unless you prise her away from them with a crowbar, she will just grit her teeth and help them commit what she believes are atrocities

Boone wants you to side with NCR, though he has misgivings; and he doesn’t believe he’s capable of redemption. If you go along with his preferences, he’ll die in a murder-suicide. If you put more weight on his misgivings, he’ll become a heartless assassin!

But the worst is Arcade. We already know Cass has a temper, Veronica is a coward and Boone is violent - it’s more or less how we’re introduced to them. It makes sense that things end the way they do for these characters if we don’t set them on better paths. But Arcade? Everyone thinks he’s some kind of moral paragon, and I can see why, but it’s just not true!

Arcade’s preferred ending is to fight for an independent Vegas. There’s nothing wrong with this on paper, but the way he actually does it?

He really wants you to believe, and possibly really believes himself, that he hates the NCR for good Followers reasons, and not the way Orion Moreno hates the people who defeated the Enclave. If this were true, he would probably have a more Followers-looking solution for Freeside than stomping around in his daddy’s fascist boots, very literally.

His ending slide in this case says “Arcade used his Enclave knowledge and technology to keep order wherever he could”. If you know anything about the Enclave - and it’s quite possible your Courier doesn’t at this point, because everyone including Arcade is very cagey about what exactly the Enclave used to get up to (even Johnson, the one with the most conscience amongst them, makes it sound no worse than the NCR!) - you know this is very very bad.

But how does this even happen? The ending where Arcade fights on behalf of the NCR says that it’s not just that NCR will arrest him in their territory but that he’ll be “pursued by bounty hunters, NCR rangers, and the Brotherhood of Steel”. These people could easily hunt Arcade down if he remained in Freeside, so why don’t they? We also know the NCR can easily wipe out the Kings if they want (I mean, the Van Graffs got halfway there with only a handful of men), and they don’t have to be worried about diplomatic problems with Mojave locals any more in this ending.

It also says Arcade is forced out of the Followers, which may simply be because they don’t want to be seen as harbouring him, but it may be because they themselves won’t tolerate him (for a variety of reasons which I’m sure includes the parallels between Arcade & the Courier and Edward Sallow & Joshua Graham). All of which makes this ending even more baffling! It could be that the people in Freeside are hiding him to some extent, but whether this is due to fear or adoration (or both) is hard to guess.

What is his new position in an independent Freeside, if it’s not just ‘big bloke with a big gun’? If you go for an independent Vegas but convince him not to fight - meaning you have his power armour - instead of the spooky obviously Enclave stuff, you’re told “Arcade did his best to help the locals govern themselves”. This is the man who tells you straight up he’s not a people-person, so are we really supposed to believe he’s talking to people? And like, what is there to help with? The Kings already have it in hand, don’t they? This is Arcade’s own stated beliefs about independence - he’s no Benny. He never breathes a word about wanting to have a hand in running things himself. If things are worse in the direct aftermath of the fighting, is it not more Arcade’s job to be patching people up? If we’re to believe that his adventures with the Courier have helped him get over the personal issues that made him complain about being a bad doctor (and I do), then why doesn’t he use this personal growth for that, and not for whatever the hell he’s started playing at?

Because he can! And he still wants to! And he wants similar things, too. The only ending in which Arcade not only remains with the Followers, but remains recognisably a Follower, is an NCR victory, in which he gives up on Freeside and goes home to the Boneyard to be a teacher. As if the people in Freeside don’t still need his help, probably now more than ever? And these people literally know him and love him and greet him on the street (which is despite his efforts to be inconspicuous, despite his efforts to avoid people, and despite him working as a researcher - if it’s not that he’s often treating people either because he’s a skilled surgeon or because the Followers are understaffed, and I think it’s both, then it’s only because he’s so kind to people and so charming! But claiming to be bad with people).

But his membership in the Followers was never really about helping people - probably more about the access to education and technology he could get with them. (And maybe some kind of teenage rebellion - the Followers are about as opposite to the Enclave as you can get.) I know, this sounds so harsh, but it’s true! In his other endings, if Arcade is neither dead, nor on the run, nor a slave, he gives up on the Followers entirely and goes into private medicine. Does he really seem like he’s devoted to their mission?

Obviously there is nothing wrong with being a doctor, and I think his attraction to medicine really does stem from wanting to help people, as he claims. But his story is about more than a man with no bedside manner who wants to be a doctor. This is a man whose morals take him so far as realising that he shouldn’t want to be his dad - but he still does. So he wants to be a new version. An Enclave officer who defends helpless wastelanders and fights evil!!! It’s a child’s idea and when it meets the real world, he either gives up on it or he gives in to it.

Arcade may have never been truly Enclave himself, but he’s never been close to anyone outside the Enclave, either. He tells you he’s never had a lover he felt he could confide in; he’s never had a close female friend; and though it’s kind of a joke, it seems like he’s used to being blanked by other Followers. Even then, it seems like after his mother’s death he’s only close to Daisy and to a lesser extent Judah - Arcade kind of implies Daisy is a substitute mother to him, though he doesn’t go into it, and Judah recognises him and knows that the Courier is a new friend, implying he’s visited recently (potentially only when he was in Westside with Tom Anderson - it also implies that Judah knows Arcade doesn’t have any friends!!). The other remnants don’t really care, apart from Johnson - but he doesn’t immediately recognise Arcade’s adult appearance, so this is clearly a reunion for them more than a catchup.

It’s obvious when you meet Cass and Boone that they don’t have anyone (though in Boone’s case this is more self-inflicted, and no, I’m not just being mean about Carla lmao) and it quickly becomes obvious that Veronica is more or less in thrall to the Brotherhood. It’s not so obvious that Arcade has all of these problems and more. It seems like he’s more together than the other three. He doesn’t need help with any kind of personal problems, and he can not only give you his personal opinions about the political situation but what seems like good advice, from someone who admits to reading political textbooks for fun.

And all of this disguises that he’s the most messed up of the lot, and that he not only has the greatest capacity for evil (I never get over the Caesar comparisons. He can also be the Joshua Graham to your Courier’s Caesar, of course!) but has the greatest desire for it. And this is actually strengthened by both his desire to do good and his fear of doing harm (the position he’s put himself in, with doing whatever Julie tells him to - which ought to involve human experimentation, but apparently doesn’t - is fascinating). Obviously evil people are obviously scary, but it’s a one-dimensional fear. The only thing scarier than someone like Boone or Johnson who will carry out awful orders and then cry about it is the one who’ll give those orders and then cry about it. And that’s Arcade - or what he’s trying not to be, or trying to be, or both. And that’s why he’s my favourite character!

#i love arcade so much i wrote a little essay about how he's secretly a bad person lmao. no i don't think he's bad. just complex #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #followers of the apocalypse #fnv companions #veronica santangelo #rose of sharon cassidy #craig boone #fnv #arcade #veronica #cass #boone #followers #enclave remnants

[kamenrideryeets]

Okay let’s close the tab I had open, STARLINE ANAYLSIS/RANT.

I honestly find it hilarious that there are people who actually wanted Starline to win in issue 50 (particularly the league of “professional” Flynn hate-readers,) because they clearly have no real understanding of his character OR his arc. They agree/follow along with everything he says because they don’t understand what it means.

Starline’s DEFINING CHARACTER TRAIT was, in fact, "I believe I know way more than I actually know.”

Everything Starline did, everything he claimed to have known from “diligently studying” the heroes and villains, was based on surface-level assumptions - Pontac and Graff-level assumptions. Surge and Kit’s personalities are twisted and ruined mockeries of Sonic and Tails’ from the outside, but as far as Starline knows or cares they’re exact 1:1 copies. His entire plot to take over the Eggman Empire was built on the assumption that Eggman ONLY knew how to use brute force, ONLY KNEW HOW TO FIGHT SONIC, and would be completely helpless against another “genius” or having his technology hacked. (And Starline assumed that doing this would immediately humble Eggman and cause him to forgive him for everything and finally offer to suck his dick.) Even his methods of controlling Surge and Kit had absolutely zero backup plan - he considered “constructing a bit of backstory,” but never went through with it because he didn’t consider it important enough.

Even DURING the Metal Virus, BEFORE Starline was supposedly “derailed,” he brought in the Deadly Six under the ASSUMPTION that him simply HAVING the Cacophonic Conch would render them his loyal servants forever. The entire final arc of the saga, Eggman ultimately TRULY losing control of the virus and having to team up with the heroes, was SOLELY Starline’s fault, and he never acknowledged this, because he couldn’t possibly admit he was wrong about anything.

Even outside of Starline vs. Eggman, Surge and Kit were doomed to lose as well. In spite of being built to kill Sonic and Tails, they only knew how to fight robots and Badniks - they had NEVER fairly fought a living, breathing opponent before, especially someone with Sonic or Tails’ experience. Starline also clearly never expected Tails to know how tech like Kit’s backpack worked, going on how he only gave Kit surface-level tech knowledge and MASSIVELY prioritized his sidekick role. Bring up their fight with Metal Sonic? Not only is he still a robot, but he was thrashing Surge’s ass without Kit backing her up - they had to fry his system with a combo attack to beat him. Sonic and Tails were 1v1 fights against living creatures with more skill and knowledge than Metal. As much as we all wanted to see Sonic get a giant slap of “reality” to the face right away… looking at everything realistically, this wasn’t it.

Starline’s instantaneous mental breakdown when Eggman revealed the truth was his immediate reaction to, in layman’s terms, having his head pulled out from so deep in his ass it had popped back out of his own mouth before being slammed to earth from his space-elevator high-horse at terminal velocity. He had only become more delusional over the course of the arc as more and more of his plan succeeded - I’m pretty sure he was dreaming his entire life by the time he actually uttered the phrase “Starline Empire.” Most of the people treating his beliefs on Eggman and Sonic as gospel were already reading solely to insult the comic and its character portrayals. As far as they cared, the characters in IDW were already boiled down to the flat stereotypes Starline proudly declared them to be. But they weren’t. Starline was just fucked in the head.

The entire point of Eggman utterly obliterating him was to show what Starline’s entire plan, Starline’s entire character really looked like from the outside. Everything involving Starline up to that point, from comic stories to SOLICITATIONS, had been told from Starline’s own POV. His own twisted, deluded POV!

(Hence the hate-readers I’m flogging basically appointing him as their self-insert, and then complaining about him being “derailed” in Imposter Syndrome when the comic actually made it clear that he, and subsequently they, were wrong about everything.) 

And that was the one and only reason for the constant grating affirmation that EVERYTHING in his plans, before and during Operation Remaster, was ABSOLUTELY PERFECT and COULDN’T POSSIBLY FAIL. Because if you look at anything involving him from ANY perspective other than his own, ESPECIALLY from that of a veteran villain like Eggman… you see Swiss cheese.

He wasn’t above it all. He wasn’t a philosophical mastermind. He wasn’t a superior villain to Eggman. In the end, he was nothing more than a sociopathic, child-abusing yandere who believed he could walk into the Sonic series out of NOWHERE, take over the world with his SUPER COOL EDGELORD OCs, and make Eggman his trophy husband, when his only actual knowledge of the characters came from browsing Wikipedia for 20 minutes.

And that’s exactly what Ian Flynn intended for him to be.

He was a great villain, and we all loved to hate him, and still do. But in spite of the “Sonic Cycle” being a thing… Dr. Starline was WRONG.

#original #sth #my brainrots #that fucker starline #yup that's his tag now #character analysis #rant #when you believe you've found yourself in a comic you hate but it was actually the comic's writers laughing at you and your type

[ponett]

What are your thoughts on Sonic Colors?

i mostly like colors overall. i think it gets kind of a bad rap among hardcore fans these days because it was the first game pontac and graff wrote, so it gets pinned as patient zero for everything people didn't like about 2010s sonic. but coming off of the dark age of the series it really was a breath of fresh air. a new game with a straightforward story, inventive and colorful level themes that didn't just look like real world locations, and an unobtrusive main gimmick that didn't distract from the core platforming. it might not be what fans want these days, but we needed a game like that so desperately as a soft reset in 2010. if anything its main flaw is that it spends so much time in 2D mode doing Just Okay sidescrolling platforming instead of focusing on the fun of 3D boost formula stages

i do think the script is bad though. i won't deny that. while it has a few good jokes ("no copyright law in the universe is going to stop me"), i always describe most of them as C-tier canadian cartoon type jokes, because... well, that's what pontac and graff typically work on outside of sonic and it shows. sega got what they paid for there. but i wouldn't mind another crack at a comedic sonic game at all so long as the jokes were actually good. i don't ding colors THAT much for the bad script, though, since the joke quality felt more egregious in later games that tried harder to have actual stories

#theflamingman #ask

[imthefailedartist]

I'm five episodes deep into The Watcher it is white nonsense at its finest.

They have no money but have not made one frugal alteration to their lives. In fact they seem to be purposefully making it worse.

Spoilers

Is this all a dream? Because that's how this is feeling. The über weird neighbors. The fact that their house is so much bigger than everyone else's. Nora's wishy washy behavior. KAREN in total. The kids lack of going to school despite the fact that it is clearly fall. They have a sex life but suddenly they don't. The whole John Graff nee List plot. Ellie being dumb as hell. The son barely being a character outside of crying. Nora's a ceramist but we never see her making anything. The home reno going so quickly and smoothly. How long have they been in the house. Dean has a job but it's never clear what he does. The daughters a pianist but never plays and is instead swimming. Everyone keeps repeating phrases. They never go anywhere in town. We've never really seen the town. They lived in NYC for years where are their friends? Nora still has business & a show there she never checks on anything no one ever updates her. The chief or head detective & the PI both weird. The PI having such a convoluted story to how she became a PI. Everyone knows everything but everyone knows nothing. They spent all their money on the house yet have money for country clubs, private detectives, security systems, weeks long motel stays. The house address is 657 BOULEVARD is that the streets name Boulevard Blvd. St. Ln. Trl. Ave. What? Everything is linear but nonsensical like a dream.

I know multiple locations and characters is limited because of covid safety and budget restraints but a lot of this is feeling purposeful.

This whole show feels like one of those really intense hyperfocused scenes where a character is on the verge of a breakdown or just dropped acid and is trying to pretend they aren't tripping.

I think think the Watcher is Karen. I think 657 Boulevard was her house. She lost it when her husband left her. She used the divorce settlement to reinvent herself and get her realtors license. Now she's trying to buy the house, her dream house, back one commission at a time. With every scared seller the price gets lower and lower and she gets closer and closer. It explains why she's so passive aggressive about Nora's marriage. And insists on them selling. And keeps bringing up the Watcher and making it out to be way worse than some letters. It's probably something else but who knows?

It's probably not a dream or novel or story. And instead of a fun guessing game I probably just pointed out a bunch of plot holes. Oh well. Nothing is perfect as long as I had fun watching it I don't care.

Is Dakota one of the guys from Rae Shremmerd?

So I'm past episode 5 onto 6 and I was wrong. It's more normal than what I thought. It's just white people being white people and not minding they damn business. So truly the scariest thing of all the scary things.

Well this is hitting real close to home. I too have neighbors doing things I don't like to their homes. Two put up the world's ugliest and gaudiest fence. Another's fence is falling apart. Another has trash and uncut grass spilling from his back yard. One house removed the shrubbery from the front of house and made it look so plain and ugly. And I live in a normal suburb. I imagine I'd go insane if my house was worth a couple mill and my new neighbors were fucking up.

Also, I'm not selling my house. Keep watching Watcher because I'm gone do what I want in my house and you can suffer. $275,000 less from $3.5 M with improvements, I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch. We moving back in there letters and all.

Is this a dream? When the fuck did Maurice die? What is the timeline. So much time has passed and yet it feels like none has. Why is Karen so shady?

#the watcher #the watcher netflix #bobby cannavale #naomi watts #ryan murphy #dream sequence #white nonsense #plot holes #keeping up with the joneses #rae sremmurd #jennifer coolidge #weird vibes