#fridge logic

[greatwyrmgold]

"Yeah there's a fifty-mile circle of dangerous electricity in the ocean, but Superman's been busy so no one's checked to make sure it isn't a supervillain thing."

Sensation Comics #37 - "The Invasion of Paradise Island" (1945)

written by William Moulton Marston art by Harry G. Peter

[greatwyrmgold]

Wait. Has Ralsei been able to fly this whole time?

On one hand, that floaty zoom is a cute way for a nerd mage like him to flee. But on the other hand, there's been a lot of climbing this chapter, and some broken bridges and stuff. I feel like flight is useful for a lot of things other than fleeing.

[asukaindetroit]

DBH Prompt 004: DPD Helps With Android Salvage (Angst Ahead!)

[[TW: Canon-typical android gore and abuse. Do I even need to tag that in this fandom? This is literally Violence to Androids: The Game.]] I've seen a lot (and I mean a lot) of post-revolution stuff where Connor and Hank (or Nines and Reed, etc.) get deployed to investigate android homicides (androidicides?) and all a few weeks after the revolution, and now-androids-are-murder-victims and all, but I feel like we're collectively forgetting something: There's an entire hellscape salvage yard full of semi-functional androids just sitting in Detroit. Maybe more than one. Dead and dying androids who are being granted rights, who are need of immediate emergency aid. The civilian repair technicians have evacuated from the city… and regular EMS isn't going to be able to help. Which usually means the task gets funneled to police and fire services, and volunteer search & rescue. So, you got a whole bunch of emergency services workers who are either benched because Detroit is under martial law, or otherwise being voluntold/deployed to the scrapyard to help Connor's army of AP700s in an emergency triage/parts salvage operation to save as many of those androids as possible, seeing as they're now, like, actual citizens that need saving. Cue robo body horror, existential angst, DPD officers with anti-android sentiments (looking at you, Gavin) getting traumatized by the sheer volume of android gore (a million groaning, glitching, half-deactivated horror stories waiting to be cataloged, triaged, reassembled with the spare parts of their permanently lost brethren), humans tasked with sorting limbs into piles while androids scan bodies and processors for the possibility of reactivation and scramble to save as many as possible… nobody comes out of that emotionally well. You'd have to be a psychopath to not empathize with all the sad androids.

It's ugly, awful work. Chris is tormented over guilt for contributing to the pile a few days earlier. Gavin starts out being an ass because he's Gavin, but as the day wears on he has to admit there's Big Feelings happening. Tina is crying because she just found a YK model pleading for its human owner-parent to come back. Wilson (the one that Connor saved on the rooftop) is determined to help as many androids as he can since an android saved him when it didn't have to. He's trying to embody the boy from the starfish parable. Everyone is overwhelmed and tired and hurting and surrounded by dying androids people that days ago they would have tossed in a scrap heap themselves. Jericho sends over a news crew to document the salvage efforts and to try and drum up more volunteers, but they're also processing the bodies that were decommissioned in the camps for usable parts, too. AP700s are having emotional breakdowns because they've been deviated for like a day and now have to deal with all this, there's no one else available.

I mean, if you reclassify an android as a person with rights, you can't just ignore the giant screaming piles of bodies in the scrapyard. Right? Somebody's gotta do something about the mass casualty event that's casually chilling on the street corner.

[pikahlua]

If Monoma and Aizawa had just started on the battlefield with AFO they could have killed him instantly with Erasure since he wouldn't have had his life-prolonging quirk anymore.

[brick3621]

i just remembered the part in the mario kart world trailer where mario eats a burger to transform or smth and that same trailer shows off a playable cow. the obvious implication is that the game lets the cow eat the flesh of its own kind.

this doesn’t upset me per se, but it does make me hope that nintendo was fully aware of the ethical questions this begs and directly addresses them somehow in the game.

[racke7]

The most cursed thought just entered my head.

Tamaki (because of his various levels of insanity) canonically tries to make Haruhi call him "daddy".

And since they do end up together in the end...

"Dad, can you pass the salt." Is a genuine scene that can happen.

[madmanwonder]

Some problems with Spy×Family collab

[imperatorkyliosa]

Listen, I don't expect happy endings from Severance, and I don't trust Lumon as far as I could spit them.

But like imagine the tragic irony if it turned out that the one thing standing in the way of Gemma's return was Mark S finishing the Cold Harbor file. And meanwhile Mark Scout was so desperate to get her back that he unwittingly took actions which meant that the file would never be finished.

[anti-eluvians]

Reading Solas' DAI companion banter after Veilguard is like carrying too much laundry and putting things away one by one. At the end it all makes sense but DAMN it feels nice to have everything tidy.

Blackwall: You haven't said much to me since... well, you know.

Solas: There is little to say. I assumed we were alike. We'd seen war, knew its terrible costs, but understood that it was necessary. But there was nothing necessary in what you did. You did not survive death and destruction. You sowed them. To feed your own desires.

Blackwall: I know that. I see it every time I look in a mirror. I try to make up for it.

Solas: By wearing another's skin. You ran away rather than face what you had done. You wasted your time.

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Cassandra: Solas, if you do not mind me asking, what do you believe in?

Solas: Cause and effect. Wisdom as its own reward, and the inherent right of all free willed people to exist.

Cassandra: That is not what I meant.

Solas: I know. I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same.

Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope.

Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.

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Cassandra: Solas, the dragon Corypheus commands - could it truly be an Archdemon?

Solas: One assumes that if it were, we would be facing a Blight.

Cassandra: So what is it, then? A corrupted dragon, simply another darkspawn?

Solas: It is connected to Corypheus. Such a relation goes beyond mere control - it is a bond.

Cassandra: It makes you wonder if that's all the Archdemons themselves are: pets to beings who no longer exist.

Solas: I would not go as far as that. This dragon is a replica, spawned from a creature who aspires to greatness. No more.

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Solas: How are you feeling, Cassandra, after the revelations about your Seekers?

Cassandra: How do you expect I might feel? Most of my life was dedicated to the Order. I did so much I believed was good in their name.

Solas: Now that you know them corrupt, you must determine which parts of yourself to discard and which to keep.

Cassandra: I assume you have advice?

Solas: I would hardly presume. In our travels, I have been impressed by your honesty and your faith. It is a difficult path, Seeker, but if anyone can walk it honorably, you can.

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Cole: You're different, Solas. Sharper. You're in both places.

Solas: I visit the Fade regularly. Perhaps you are sensing traces of it.

Solas: You are a spirit who crossed the Veil and took human form.

Cole: Spirit or demon.

Solas: The two are not so dissimilar, Cole.

Solas: While the world may exert a pull in one direction or another, the choice is ultimately yours.

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Cole: It's brighter here. Glittering. Glaring. Glinting. I can't...

Solas: It's a mild tremor in the Veil. Nothing to worry about. Focus on what is here, in this world.

Cole: But... what is here?

Solas: Feel the ground, the breath in your lungs, fabric rustling against your skin.

Cole: (Breathes.) Thank you.

Solas: It's nothing. It can be overwhelming for anyone.

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Cole: You don't need to envy me, Solas. You can find happiness in your own way.

Solas: I apologize for disturbing you, Cole. I am not a spirit, and sometimes it is hard to remember such simple truths.

Cole: They are not gone so long as you remember them.

Solas: I know.

Cole: But you could let them go.

Solas: I know that as well.

Cole: You didn't do it to be right. You did it to save them.

Inquisitor: Solas, what is Cole talking about?

Solas: A mistake. One of many made by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything.

Cole: You weren't wrong, though.

Solas: Thank you, Cole.

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Dorian: I can't believe you entered the Fade. Physically.

Solas: You think that is an achievement of which to be proud?

Dorian: It's the second time that's been done in all of history. That's not nothing, Solas.

Solas: In all of human history.

Dorian: The Fade is still a mystery to us humans, yes. Probably always will be.

Solas: Perhaps it's best it remain that way.

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Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas.

Dorian: You're an apostate - neither Dalish nor city elf - who lived alone in the woods studying spirits.

Solas: Is that a problem for you?

Dorian: No, no. You're a special and unique snowflake. Live the dream.

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Iron Bull: Alright, Solas, been thinking. You wanna know how this place would be if the Qunari took charge?

Iron Bull: Orlais, Ferelden, all of it would be healthier under the Qun.

Iron Bull: But the war to make that happen? That'd be ugly. A lot of good people would die.

Iron Bull: So I'm not hoping it happens. There! You happy?

Solas: Happy? No. Quite the opposite.

Iron Bull: Oh, come on. I said I didn't want us to invade you!

Solas: No. You said this world would be brighter if all thinking individuals were stripped of individuality.

Solas: You only lack the will to get more blood on your hands.

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Solas: You fought the Tal-Vashoth for a long time, Iron Bull, did you not?

Iron Bull: Every day.

Iron Bull: I'd kill some of them, they'd kill some of my guys, and then I'd kill them some more.

Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters.

Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don't know.

Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.

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Solas: What color is the sky, Sera?

Sera: Hang on.

Solas: It is an earnest question. What color is the sky when you look at it?

Sera: You know, blue mostly. Except for the Breachy bits.

Solas: And when you looked past the Breach? As perhaps you were drawn to do?

Sera: Greenish? Then clear a long ways, and kind of... felt like falling.

Sera: Ugh! Makes my head hurt. You make my head hurt.

Solas: We are not so far apart, you and I.

Sera: We will be.

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Solas: Tell me, Enchanter. Do you even bother to explore the Fade in your dreams?

Vivienne: I prefer to explore the world I actually live in.

Solas: Pity. You could be much more powerful if you ventured outside your narrow preconceptions.

Vivienne: Ah, the temptation to leave the path. You sound like a pride demon.

Solas: Enchanter, any pride demon you met would just walk away, shaking its head and laughing uncontrollably.

Vivienne: Oh darling, more than one already has.

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Vivienne: So, apostate. If the Circle is such a failure, what would be your solution? Would you have your fellow mages live among the people, unguarded, unwatched?

Solas: Yes.

Vivienne: And when they became possessed, or use their power to harm?

Solas: I would kill them. Magic is more elegant than a blade or a bow, but a murderer remains a murderer.

Vivienne: So you alone would pass judgment, repay murder with murder, or do we open this up to mobs and vigilantes? If you're going to dispense judgment upon violent mages yourself, you'll need eternal life and omniscience. If only there were individuals dedicated to finding and eliminating such criminals. Perhaps they might help?

Solas: I am certain they would. Until black and white distinctions perverted their simple minds.

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Vivienne: You disapprove of Corypheus using the magic of the blight, Solas?

Solas: Every intelligent creature should.

Vivienne: Yet you raise no objection to the Grey Wardens using blood magic?

Solas: Blood magic is no worse than any other. Properly used. But the blight...

Solas: The blight corrupts everything it touches. Those who believe themselves capable of using it safely are mad.

Vivienne: I understand that Grey Wardens are connected in some way to the blight.

Solas: Then that explains why we saw no old men at Adamant.

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Almost everything he and Varric say, especially:

Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could've been, never fighting back.

Varric: Ha, you've got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.

Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?

Varric: In that story of yours—-the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone. You thought he gave up, right?

Solas: Yes.

Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.

Varric: That's the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you've got, it takes. And it's gone forever.

Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That's as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

Bonus round: Executors and Those Across the Sea

Cole: You are quiet, Solas.

Solas: Unless I have something to say, yes.

Cole: No, inside. I don't hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still.

Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples.

Cole: There is pain though, still within you.

Solas: And I never said that there was not.

[deathdesu]

Grown up Tangent: I can be better than I was before. I will use my mad science to create the anti anxiety genes Flulu and Ger, who gave Sol the calm temperament enhancement 20 years ago: does she know...? should we tell her??

[batmares]

I literally just now realized Shen must have cut his hair off after his tragedy.

[the-iron-shoulder]

Okay, so TotK calls Rauru the “first king of Hyrule,” but Sonia is already identified as “Hyrulean,” so the concept of Hyrule predated Rauru.

How do you get to be the “first king” of somewhere? (Force and conquest. The answer is force and conquest.)

But sure, he's a good guy, right, of course

We talk about the first king of Hyrule but he says we're not allowed to talk about the last democratically elected president of Hyrule

[greatwyrmgold]

Replaying chapter 1 of Deltarune for some screencaps, and I thought about how weird it is that there's only one parking spot in front of the school (Toriel's).

But then I thought about how the town is both very small and very walkable. (As long as Chief Undyne hasn't solved/caused a traffic jam.) So the weird thing is actually that Toriel drives a station wagon to work instead of walking three blocks.

[asukaindetroit]

Can we talk about just how bizarre it is that DBH androids ever pull back their skin layer to interact with things? Like the whole world has made massive wireless advancements, it's the Everything Is WiFi Future, and Connor can apparently literally connect to and hack a supposedly secure, closed video feed in a hyper-sophisticated tech company's building by fucking squinting at it, but for some reason he needs to pull back his skin and physically slap the electronic doors in the DPD to send the "open" signal? Markus can wirelessly send deviancy codes to androids in the street but he needs to hold North's hand to share some memory files? I'm sure the real-world explanation from the writers is "this will remind people the robots are robots by showing their robot bodies" but, like, the internal logic is just…not there.

[gawrkin]

(Source: Saint George killing the Dragon, woodcut by Albrecht Durer)

From time to time in some conversations online, it gets brought up on how the dragon from St. George's story is often depicted so relatively small. Often, there are some who argue dragons aren't meant to be these huge creatures you see in modern fantasy.

The problem with this argument is that the written story versions of St. George somewhat contradicts a smaller portrayal:

[...]

(Source: Fordham.edu)(Link)

If the dragon wasn't any more massive than a horse, why would it need four Ox-driven carts to haul it's corpse out of the city? That implies a mass around that of an elephant at the very least...

(Unless it was somehow really, really dense. But then, how it would it swim in the water?)

[mousathe14]

I just realized the Blackbeard Pirate Helmsman Jesus Burgess is a Luchador, which means that we’ve probably been saying his name wrong this entire time and it’s pronounced with an “H”.