#Shoplifting Detection

[thirdeye-ai]

Transforming Manufacturing Safety: AI-Powered PPE Detection and Its Applications

In today’s fast-paced manufacturing world, ensuring the safety of workers is crucial. Traditional methods of monitoring Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) can be challenging and prone to human error. However, AI-powered PPE detection is changing the game. By using advanced artificial intelligence and computer vision technology, this system automates the process of checking PPE compliance, making it easier and more effective to maintain safety standards. Here’s a detailed look at how AI-powered PPE detection is enhancing safety in manufacturing.

What is AI-powered PPE Detection?

Automated Monitoring: AI-powered PPE detection systems use artificial intelligence to monitor workers and ensure they are wearing the necessary safety gear, such as helmets, gloves, and safety goggles. This technology is integrated with CCTV cameras to analyze video footage in real time.

Instant Alerts: If a worker is not wearing the correct PPE, the system can send immediate alerts to supervisors, allowing for quick action to prevent potential accidents.

How It Enhances Safety

Real-Time Compliance Checking: Unlike manual methods, AI systems continuously check if workers are wearing the right PPE throughout their shifts. This constant monitoring helps catch compliance issues immediately.

Context-Aware Decisions: AI systems don’t just check if PPE is worn — they also consider the context. For example, if a worker is operating heavy machinery, the system ensures they are equipped with the proper protective gear for that specific task.

Advanced Technology Behind AI-Powered PPE Detection

Deep Learning Algorithms: The core technology of AI-powered PPE detection involves deep learning algorithms, particularly Convolutional Neural Networks (CNNs). These algorithms are trained to recognize different types of PPE in various conditions, ensuring accurate detection.

Adaptability: The system can be customized for different manufacturing environments using transfer learning techniques, making it versatile for various industrial settings.

Integrating Predictive Analytics and IoT

Predictive Analytics: By combining AI with predictive analytics, manufacturers can anticipate potential safety risks before they become critical. For instance, if the system detects environmental hazards, it can check if workers are wearing the appropriate PPE.

IoT Sensors: IoT sensors embedded in PPE or the work environment collect real-time data on factors like air quality and temperature. The AI system analyzes this data to assess and predict safety risks.

The Future of AI-Driven Safety

Autonomous Safety Systems: The future may see fully autonomous safety systems that use AI, IoT, and robotics to create a comprehensive safety network. Imagine drones patrolling factory floors to monitor PPE compliance and check for machinery faults.

Integrated Safety Solutions: Combining AI with other technologies will lead to more proactive and integrated safety solutions, making workplaces safer and more efficient.

Conclusion

AI-powered PPE detection is revolutionizing safety in the manufacturing industry. Automating PPE monitoring and integrating advanced technologies provide a more accurate and efficient way to maintain safety standards. As technology continues to advance, manufacturers can expect even greater improvements in workplace safety, protecting their workforce and enhancing overall operational efficiency.

[anim-ttrpgs]

"Kleptomaniac," investigator Trait from Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy. Every investigator has 3 to 6 Traits!

[jam-as-in-mashed-strawberries]

silly little spoiled strawberry

[taexoxosgf]

If ur requests are open can i request a renjun smut??

i'm so mad i couldn't find some fics on my old recs smh

full fic + smut

Soulmatch™ — App-grade your love life! [ love app au ]

Wrong for you [ friends to lovers ]

high waisted shorts [ strangers to lovers au ]

Huang renjun and the MUGGLEBORN [ pureblood ravenclaw!renjun + muggleborn ravenclaw!y/n ]

One Foot in the Golden Life [ rich kid!renjun x caddie!reader ]

love station [ strangers to roommates to friends to lovers ]

smut

quiet down [ bodyswap-ish AU, sex shop worker reader ]

not the same [ crush!renjun x fem!reader ]

dirty laundry [ roommate renjun x fem!reader ]

paint me naked [ Painter! Renjun x Muse! Reader ]

DON'T FUCK YOUR ROOMMATE [ roommate renjun x fem!reader ]

handle me [ customer!renjun x stripper!reader ]

KINKTOBER DAY 26 — COCKWARMING [ renjun x fem!reader ]

To taste the forbidden fruit [ friends to lovers ]

bad habits [ established relationship ]

in a king-size, say i’m your queen [ prince!renjun ]

untitled [ renjun x fem!reader ]

backstage [ idol!renjun x idol!reader ]

all i ever wanted [ friends to lovers ]

meet me on the rooftop [ idol!renjun x staff member!reader ]

kinktober day 01 [ established relationship, Capnolagnia ]

stolen [ store detective!renjun x shoplifter!reader ]

[da-janela-lateral]

Mezato is a very intriguing person despite her position as a side character restricting the audience's knowledge on her, but there are some implications I have become very interested on.

During her conversation with Ritsu post-LOL Cult arc, she mentions something akin to "people really aren't born as equals", referring to how Mob is so disadvantaged compared to Ritsu even thought they're siblings. However, that also says a lot about her motivations. Mezato has two main reasons for organizing the Psycho Helmet Cult and trying to make it influent (with Mob's help as their messiah): 1) it sounded fun; and 2) she wanted to take part in such a massive event. Although the "fun" part can be attributed to the fact that well, she is a fourteen year old with a weird perspective, both motivations are directly associated to not only Mezato's passion, but her opinion on herself.

First of all, she becomes fixated on anything that appears worthy of her attention. It kickstarts her adventures as the school journalist, hunting for any kind of news that she believes to be interesting, and by that she doesn't mean "math class is cancelled": Mezato goes far beyond, from catching shoplifters red-handed to infiltrating a cult that supposedly brainwashes its members. It's clear that the mundane is not enough to her. Mezato wants the current biggest thing. This is one of the reasons she gets so interested in Mob, and being so obsessed with the worldchanging, Mezato cannot bring herself to care as much about the common, the mundane. This way, she can only see entertainment, or better put, value, in what stands out.

Equally, Mezato wants to participate in something she sees as 'big'. Being someone who is so attracted to the flashiest parts of reality, she wants to have an active, direct role regarding them. It makes her feel entertained. It makes her feel fulfilled. It makes her feel special, most of all, because even being in the Biggest Thing's shadow removes her from the condition of banality she disdains so much. That's what makes the Psycho Helmet Cult sound like such an excelent idea, as hollow and uncritical it could be.

But what does these beliefs say about Mezato? Simple. Mezato doesn't think she can be interesting or valuable by herself. She is not shown as pretty, or academically gifted, or athletic. She doesn't appear to have friends. She doesn't even have an ability with the occult like Mob does. Mezato is a normal, lonely girl who has no other excuse to be noticed besides her imprudent detective work, but worse than that, she thinks she can't change. Mezato will never be attention-worthy as herself, so she appeals to inserting herself in whatever interesting thing she finds in the hope that it'll make her Someone by association. She could be a loser, a nobody, but at least she helped build something that is wonderful, and that is the closest she can get to being important.

Her interests and achievements, in this sense, are more like an extension of herself than a result of her passion. A passion that isn't understood by anyone else. A passion that others ignore and are annoyed at, which only reinforces her loneliness and her obsession with chasing after Big Things. If she succeeds, she will finally have a part of herself she can be proud of. After all, there are a hundred wonders in the world with the potential to change everything; there is only one Ichi Mezato and she can never be like them.

[bsd-bibliophile]

Kindness could not be seen on her face, a gentle word was almost never spoken, and kindness was deep in her heart, but she had no one to turn to. She possessed dignity, and a close look revealed intelligence, but she was unable to open up to or to take advantage of another’s kindness.

Sakaguchi Ango, “A Family of Shoplifters” from Ango’s Detective Casebook No. 1

[the-silly-mocha-cat]

Kunizai au but instead of being a detective kunikidas dazais lawyer, and he's just sick to death of ending up in court because his dumbas client/boyfriend keeps shoplifting bandages and speeding, and then one day he gets a call that dazais in trouble AGAIN and he just jokingly replies "did he rob another pharmacy" to which his boss replied "no,but we think he did kill a couple hundred people"

Kunikida ended up with a few minor burns from spitting out his coffee

[khaire-traveler]

So, my friend just left their job at a certain chain of grocery stores that starts with a W and decided to share some interesting facts with me. I thought y'all might find it interesting, too.

W has had a major problem with theft since introducing the "no plastic bags". People keep putting things in their personal bags at the self checkout or even leaving them purposely in their bags at the cash registers (and most cashiers don't actually check for hidden items if other bags are inside of the main bag or if it's not obvious).

They've applied new locks to certain items that hang because people would just pull them off of the old locks. They're actually planning to introduce more security measures in the future - specifically, putting many items behind locked glass doors.

W's self checkout now has features where it can detect a ticket switch (scanning another product in place of the actual product) and a mis-scan. Pretty interesting stuff! Apparently, though, it's not always 100% accurate, and if someone were to scan the second ticket in such a way that the camera above couldn't see it, it may not be able to detect it. The machine, however, can tell when two VERY different items do not match (ex: scanning a pair of expensive headphones as a fruit). If it detects a problem, the attendant can pause the transaction and review the footage of the last item that was scanned. Definitely a helpful security feature!

The greeters at the front of the store are trained to only check a receipt if there are unbagged items. Along with that, if they see a bag or backpack, they'll check receipts then, too, and will look inside of the bag if the customer allows it. Crazy thing is that you can deny having your receipt checked! They can't and won't do anything if a customer just walks past them, and if they try to stop a customer leaving, W can get sued.

The only W personnel who are allowed to deal with shoplifters and the like are the Asset Protection Team™. No one else is allowed to touch a suspected thief, nor are they allowed to accuse a customer of stealing. If a customer is accused of stealing and forced through a receipt check yet hasn't stolen anything, W legally has to compensate them for the hassle upon request (with proof, such as camera footage, the request simply can't be denied, though W may try to prolong the process).

W employees are required to clean up spills immediately upon seeing them. I'd say most employees will just leave the spill, grab the equipment, then come to clean it up in reality, but they're supposed to "guard" the spill until they can find another associate to help them clean it up. I'm just saying, but this seems like a really unfortunate distraction that could take an employee's attention away from other matters, such as if there's suspicious activity nearby and someone was purposely creating some kind of distraction. These spills do make their jobs harder, however.

One of the biggest issues that I heard about was people scanning the quantity of certain items as less than there actually were (specifically at self checkouts). Pastries and fruits are a good example of this. Some people will enter one cookie but actually have 3, for example. I think the items this happens most often with are cookies, donuts, avocados, bananas, lemons, limes, mangoes, cantaloupes, and any items that like those that don't require a weight to purchase. This is the case with most grocery store self checkouts, however.

Although many of the cameras W places within random store aisles are fake, those that are placed near expensive items tend to be legit cameras. There was a post that circulated online about how these cameras tend to be fake, and due to that post, you'll now see lots of thieves get caught on cameras that they assumed were not real. It's so wild when you see those videos on YouTube! Those videos literally expose the identities of the people who steal to potentially thousands of people across the world and establish shitty reputations for said people. Other stores are made aware of their identities and can more easily prevent the stealing!

Speaking of those videos, it's very silly to watch those thieves try to hide things in their coats or bags just to discover that the items don't fit. It's almost as if they didn't check beforehand to make sure they'd have enough room, especially without it being noticeable! I mean, don't they practice in a mirror or even have a loved one who checks to see if it's obvious? That's so wild to me!

While associates who are at registers and self checkouts aren't allowed to intervene if they see or suspect a thief, they do have to immediately alert the managers and asset protection. It's pretty wild to see this process in action and watch how quickly the team can move! I've even heard of asset protection being allowed to tackle customers they believe are stealing, although I've never seen this in action. I kind of feel like tackling a thief, especially one you're not sure is actually a thief, would be a good way to get W sued, you know?

I feel like SOOOOO many thieves get caught by giving themselves away, tbh. I guess this isn't something my friend told me, but I've seen it happen so many times in security footage videos on YouTube where the person stealing will look around them as they're grabbing the item, quickly put the item into wherever, look around again, and use a lot of nervous body language as they try to exit the store. Like, the best thieves I've seen have always acted very confident - being aware of their surroundings before grabbing the item, grabbing the item very casually, finding a casual way to slip it into somewhere as they walk away, and walking out with the confidence that they know exactly what they're doing and absolutely nothing is wrong. They seem to walk with their backs straight and their heads held up a bit, almost as if to say "I'm not worried". Either that, or they walk with a very relaxed stride, like that of someone who's just walking into W and walking back out for no reason in particular. When they put too much thought into how they walk, however, it becomes much more obvious. A dead giveaway is probably when the thief acts fidgety, seems paranoid, displays signs of being very nervous whenever an associate is nearby or watching them, and walks very rigidly. You also tend to see good thieves going to checkout lanes that are the furthest from an employee or are in a spot in the middle. Pretty interesting!

Please share this if you'd like! This information is very important for us customers to be aware of. Hopefully, we can spot security threats ourselves and report them to employees of any store! I'm sure many of these things happen at other stores besides W.

[thirdeye-ai]

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[voraciousvore]

Cigarette

This takes place soon after the events of my story Boarding School for Giants. I wanted to write Mr. Henderson being a father to Eren, so have some parental g/t ig.

Word Count: 3k

CW: Smoking

Eren needed a cigarette, badly.

Yeah, she had quit months ago, sure. But it wasn’t by choice. She’d been forced to quit, when she’d been forcibly uprooted from her normal life to live among the giants. She couldn’t buy (or shoplift) cigarettes anymore, and after a certain unpleasant experience with a giant juvenile delinquent, she wasn’t too keen on bumming one off of any of her peers. Not to mention the challenge of smoking a cigarette bigger and thicker around than her entire body.

Her new adoptive father was a very kind man, but he just couldn’t understand. Joey, being the goody-goody two-shoes that he was, didn’t understand either. They kept telling her smoking was bad, would mess up her lungs, blah blah blah. They never smoked, so they didn’t get it.

They couldn’t possibly comprehend all the stress she’d encountered from such dramatic life changes. Yes, life had gotten much better since she’d been adopted by Mr. Henderson, and Joey was a wonderful, loyal, protective boyfriend, but Eren was still reeling from tremendous emotional whiplash. She was not adjusting to her new life as well as she hoped. She felt ground down, like an overused pencil. She still felt nervous and unsafe when Joey or Mr. Henderson wasn’t around. As much as she loved them, she had days when she seriously doubted her choice to stay. She knew even just one cigarette would help ease her suffering, even if the effect was temporary. She had cravings.

She felt like garbage when she woke up that particular morning. All she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry and blow puffs of smoke at the ceiling. Normally, she was able to rouse herself with the knowledge that her beloved Joey would be waiting for her at school, but today she just couldn’t do it. She silenced her alarm and rolled on her side.

A few minutes later, she felt earthquakes through the floor that vibrated the walls of her miniature bedroom. Her giant father was awake. Eren’s stomach did a small flip. He wouldn’t be happy about her refusing to go to school. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her disobedience; she had yet to be on the receiving end of his wrath as a disciplinarian.

“Eren? Are you up?” his deep, rich voice boomed. Eren froze. His footsteps stopped, and she could picture him in her mind’s eye checking the floor cautiously around his feet. He was always so mindful, even when he was groggy in the morning before his morning coffee.

“Eren?” he repeated. The tremendous thuds of an unfathomable mass approached. Eren sucked in a sharp breath. Just how angry would he get, if she defied him? She felt wrong, fearing him, when she knew him to be so kind and gentle—but she couldn’t help it. Her heart was pounding and she grew hot with sweat. Suddenly, she felt very queasy.

The lid to her tiny bedroom opened up, and the enormous, warm face of her new dad filled the sky above. He looked tired, with bags under his eyes and the faintest shadow of a beard along his unshaved chin. She didn’t detect any anger in those comforting coffee-colored irises, only sympathy and concern. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I… I feel sick,” she squeaked. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

He frowned and gingerly touched the tip of his finger to her forehead. “Hmm… you are a little warm,” he observed.

Eren stifled a fake cough that she hoped sounded convincing. “I probably shouldn’t go to school,” she muttered through her palm.

Mr. Henderson brushed locks of messy black hair out of her face. “Alright,” he murmured. A slight furrow emerged between his brows. “I still need to go to work. Will you be okay here on your own?”

“Yes, I’ll be okay,” Eren coughed again. Mr. Henderson softened as he gazed down at her, the corner of his mouth turning up in a soothing smile.

“You can always call me if you need me,” he assured her. He lingered before pulling away, not wanting to overwhelm her with a pat or hug in her fragile state. He closed the top of her room gently and padded away.

Eren felt a flush of shame, not only for her lie but for her irrational fear. After all this time, she shouldn’t be scared of friendly giants anymore. Yet, her heart felt as if it had been turned inside out. She knew it was wrong to lie to him, especially when he trusted her unconditionally. She reasoned it was his fault for being such a sucker, to fall for her obvious fib.

She listened as he moved about the house, becoming more distant as he prepared for his day. She was amazed that such a gargantuan man could move so softly. Though she detected the tremors of his feet, she could tell he was making every effort to mute his movements for her sake. He returned later with a homemade lunch for her and placed it by her bed. She had to smile at the sloppiness of the human-sized sandwich, which must’ve been rather difficult to piece together with his oversized fingers.

“Is there anything else you need?” he asked.

“I should be fine,” Eren answered with a dramatic faux scratch in her throat. “I’ll just be sleeping anyway. Say hi to Joey for me.”

“Of course. I hope you feel better soon,” the giant said, patting her delicately on the head. “Remember to call me if you need anything. Anything at all. I’m here for you.”

Eren nodded solemnly. Mr. Henderson smiled down at her before closing the ceiling again and striding off. Eren waited until she heard the gigantic front door slam and the thundering of his footsteps faded. Once she was sure he was gone, she sprang out of bed and got dressed.

She had a plan—a risky plan—but Eren was no coward. She was going to go into town to get a cigarette. She wasn’t sure how, but she’d figure it out. She grabbed her backpack and threw in her lunch, water, and supplies she thought she might need. She hesitated as she reached for her smartwatch.

It would be sensible to bring it, in case of emergency. She could call her father if she was in danger. However, it also tracked her location and sent it to Mr. Henderson, for obvious safety reasons. He’d find out that she left the house, lied about being sick, and skipped school. She’d be in huge trouble, and he wouldn’t trust her anymore. She could turn off location share, but then he’d get worried and come looking for her.

She hopped from one foot to another, indecisive. Ultimately she decided to leave it. She’d be cautious; nothing bad would happen. She wasn’t that unlucky, right? Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she rolled her bike to the human-sized door and stepped outside.

Mr. Henderson had installed for her a wooden ramp that led down to the sidewalk. She mounted her bike and pedaled off. Her heart lifted as she swooped along the wide path, jumping the cracks in the pavement with practiced expertise. Despite how nervous she was about disobeying her dad and venturing out, she couldn’t help but get a thrill out of it too. The day was too fresh and sunny to be wasted in gloom.

The streets were ridiculously huge, miles and miles long that seemed to stretch into vast infinity, but Eren was able to make steady progress on her bike. She darted past towering giants with furious speed, hoping that nobody would question why a tiny teenager was out during school hours. Fortunately, none of the giant people above her seemed to notice or care about her presence.

Her journey brought her to a neighboring street lined with brick buildings and old-fashioned shops. Eren dodged the colossal passersby as she drank in the scenery, thinking hard about her next move. A cop car rolled around a corner and she ducked into a flowery shrub, panting fast. The cloying scent of mammoth flowers tickled her nose. A fat mustachioed cop got out and lumbered in her direction, towards the bakery. Eren struggled to hold in a sneeze until he went inside. Once the coast was clear, she kicked the dirt off her shoes and kept going.

She was so overwhelmed with all the giant people and incredible sights around her, that she almost forgot her original purpose. She was reminded as she stopped underneath an enormous metal bench alongside a trash pail and an overflowing ashtray. Cigarette butts, smashed and soiled, were scattered on the pavement under the bench.

Eren looked at the remains sadly. Was she really this desperate? Among the stubs, behind the trash can, she discovered a cigarette with a singed end that was mostly unused, broken in half and abandoned. She scooped out a hearty amount of tobacco shreds and stuffed them in her bag, keeping a wary eye out for any wandering gazes from the oblivious behemoths clomping around her.

A stab of anxiety and guilt hit her as she sped off on her bike again. Eren was a rebel by nature, but somehow this time breaking the rules felt very wrong, as if she had personally betrayed Mr. Henderson and Joey. The cop car was still parked at the curb, so she gave the bakery a wide berth as she raced past, ready to dive into the flowers at the first sign of trouble.

She felt compelled to go straight home, even though she still had plenty of time left before her father would be home from work. She was shaking by the time she reached the house. The distress from her troubled thoughts, along with the heavy burden of merely existing, was breaking her. A cigarette would calm her down, she just knew it.

The sun hovered at high noon, the hot rays beaming off the bright white pavement with blinding sharpness. Eren didn’t want to wait any longer, her cravings waxing to an unbearable degree. She abandoned her bike on the sidewalk, hastily retreated to the cool shade under the porch, and collected some dry leaves to insulate her bottom from the damp sediment.

She tore up a scrap of paper and rolled herself a crude joint with jittery fingers. Fishing a lighter out of her bag, she fired up the end and took a deep drag. The first hit made her cough roughly, the harsh effect only worsened by the lack of a filter. She allowed herself a moment to recover before inhaling a second puff, savoring the rush of nicotine straight into her lungs.

She closed her eyes and let the soothing effect calm her nerves. The smoke tasted and smelled so good, enough for her to space out and forget her woes, if only for a short while. The effect was apparently also enough for her to not notice the rapid approach of giant footfalls, until a massive thud on the porch above her head made her yelp in surprise and nearly drop her smoke.

Eren didn’t react fast enough as, to her horror, a giant body blocked out the sunlight and the face of her dad filled the open space above as he leaned down into a crouch. “Eren?” he questioned, spotting her among the dead leaves. “Are you… smoking?” His eyebrows turned down and his mouth pinched into a stern frown.

Eren panicked. She’d angered him. She’d angered a giant, a man big enough to squash her like a bug, and now… who knew what he would do? Her birth mother would’ve definitely chewed her out and slapped her, but if he did the same, she’d end up as nothing more than a jelly stain on his palm. She couldn’t fight him. She had to either defend herself or run.

Her mind racing with raw alarm, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “So what if I am? Y-y-y-you think I’m going to stop just because you said so?! You can’t control me! It’s my life, I can do whatever I want! So… so there!” Her voice crept into a piercing pitch as she strained her vocal cords.

“Why are you yelling like that? Come out so we can talk about this,” Mr. Henderson replied, his brows twitching with bafflement. He never raised his voice, keeping it steady and calm, yet the volume was still louder than hers due to his sheer size.

“NO!” Eren screeched back. “You can’t make me!”

Mr. Henderson sighed. “Come now, Eren… be reasonable. Give me the cigarette…” His hand, larger than the bed she slept on, materialized before her, his fingers curling over her head like the branches of a tree.

Eren experienced a flood of instinctive terror. She tried to bolt, but she was cornered, walled in by gargantuan planks of wood. She cried out in fear and balled herself into a fetal position. Her father instantly retracted his hand as if stung, his face reappearing in its place.

“Oh no… Eren… I didn’t mean to…” The hurt in his tone was palpable as he recognized the unintended consequences of his simple movement. Eren started to cry, overwhelmed. It was all too much. She was so stressed and scared and now she was likely to be punished in some horrible way that she couldn’t even imagine.

Mr. Henderson hesitated, unsure how to proceed. Eren sobbed, face in hands, her tiny body shivering. She couldn’t face him, knowing that he was sure to distrust and hate her now, just like her mother. She waited what felt like an eternity for him to do his worst. She bristled as the soft pads of his immense fingertips gently pressed into her. His fingers curled beneath her as he scooped her carefully into his hands and lifted her up.

She cringed in agony—expecting him to yell, to get angry, to hurt her, or outright crush her between his fingers in a savage pinch. Instead, he enveloped her in a paternal embrace, cupping his hands to his chest. Eren opened her eyes and blinked with confusion.

“Eren… are you okay?” he asked softly.

“W-what?” Eren sat up, squinting at his angled face looming above her.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you like that.”

“Aren’t you angry at me?” she whimpered.

“I’ll admit, I’m disappointed with your behavior. But no, I’m not angry.”

A fresh batch of tears welled up in her eyes. “I thought… I thought you’d be really mad at me, and start screaming at me like my mom used to do. She’d get mad, and hit me, and then she stopped loving me…”

“Oh, no, Eren! I would never do anything like that!” Mr. Henderson protested, offended that she would even suggest such a thing. “And I’m your father now. My love is unconditional. I would never abandon you.”

Eren collapsed against the wall of his chest, allowing her tears to flow freely. She realized, all at once, how wrong she had been. She was safe; he would never hurt her. She was loved and cared for; she was home.

“You need to understand, I only have your best interests at heart,” he explained. “When I tell you to go to school, or not to smoke—it’s for your benefit. I want you to flourish, to be healthy and happy, to have a positive future. It’s my responsibility to you, to take care of you and ensure you learn to make good decisions for yourself.”

“I know,” Eren admitted as she wiped her face on his shirt. “It’s just so hard! I feel so burned out and stressed.”

“I know things have been very difficult for you,” her father acknowledged.

“And the cigarettes… I know they’re bad for my health, but they make me feel better,” Eren continued. “You won’t get it unless you’ve smoked before.”

“Ah, well. I used to,” Mr. Henderson confessed.

“What? You?!”

“When I was a young man, yes. That was a long time ago. I smoked to control my… um… food cravings. But I made myself quit.” He smiled with a mild embarrassment at the remembrance.

“Food cravings?” Eren questioned, puzzled.

“Oh, you know… needed to watch my girlish figure,” he quipped with a chuckle. “But never mind that. I have much better self control now. And I’m here to support you. I’ll help you quit. We’ll get you some nicotine patches and gum. Okay?”

Eren nodded. “Okay.”

“And perhaps we can find some alternative ways to deal with all that stress, that are healthier and more productive. If you’d like, I’ll show you how to garden. That helps me relax and decompress, all the fresh air and the lovely flowers.”

“I guess.” Eren was skeptical—gardening sounded lame and boring—but she had to concede that spending some bonding time with her new father sounded… nice.

“I wanted to be considerate of your personal space, to allow you time to adjust to your new surroundings. But perhaps I was in error. It’s not good for you to hide in your room all the time and brood. We should do more fun things together, and go to interesting places.”

“Alright,” Eren agreed. Maybe he was right; what she was doing now to cope clearly wasn’t working. She preferred to hide away in her box, where she didn’t feel so small, where she didn’t have to perform or interact with anyone, but it also made her restless and depressed. She thought about her bike ride earlier, how exhilarating the experience had been despite her anxiety. She would feel less nervous, out in the giant world, with Mr. Henderson keeping watch over her.

Henderson raised a brow. “Joey can come with us too.”

Eren brightened. “Yes! Absolutely.”

“Sound good?”

“I’m… I’m willing to try.” Eren hugged his finger. She felt much better, being listened to and heard. She felt safe in the hands of her father, reassured that he wouldn’t flip out on her like her birth mom. She no longer felt so alone. As long as she had his support, she believed things would be okay… somehow.

“Thank you… Dad.”

[geyfrog]

When you enter my store you’re thrust into a high-tech simulation of the premises complete with armed security guards. The burning desire to shoplift is implaneted in the somulated copy of your mind. If you are caught stealing an item in the simulation and are shot to death you are permitted entry into the material-world store, while if you successfully nab something and get out you are deemed a threat and violently thrust back into the real world and out of the store. If we detect any kind of pseudo-sexual thrill in your biometrics we put in a police tip as well

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

IRL MEETS WITH DAZAI, SIGMA AND FYODOR

Headcanon: How I imagine you and the boys meeting after being online friends Genre: Crack A/N: Still questioning why i tried writing this... Warning? Bad grammer and 0 proofread →Masterlist

Dazai:

You both pretty much met on twitter when you were concerning who was behind the chuuya hate acc 🤩 I mean who can hate chuuya?

you probably were a new member in the mafia for not knowing about THE Dazai oSaMU

or you were a member of Detective agency dense enough to know that they both were infact enemies and not enemies soon to be lovers 🤩🤩😔🏳️‍🌈

OR You were a freelancer fresh college passout student who was wasting their time online getting blocked by 12 year old kids 🤩😋that was until you accidentally befriend him

successfully had 6th month friendaversy. 🤩🤩

when you both exchanged your place of residence you were shocked to know there are actually useless people in Japan apart from you

OR You were just concerned to know that he used to stay up late at night to talk to you while you message him in between work hours. 🤩🤩Dazai is such a romantic mood NGL

AHHHH Its the day of THE friends meeting.

You lowkey regret befriending him.

He probably sends you discord kitten memes and his hand pics for no reason. [BUT CSN WE TALK ABOUT HIS HANDS-!!?]

Mf once tried to video call you when you specifically told him NOT to.

He was blocked for a whole week before someone named 'iaminlovewithdeathtoes' spammed you.

🤡honestly you realised you both never shared your name, so pretty much to arrived at the meetup place, thinking of ways how to say 'chuuyahater6fttall' and knowing him, he prob would have you come over the agency cause bitch is lazy asf.

Dingdong you arrive at Yokohama or pretty much at the agency 🤩🤗except you were shitting in your pants cause what the actual fuck. So the person you talked with, who encouraged all kind of illegal stuff and told you to shoplift and send a pic was actually a detective??? Nah dawg you wished he was a lowkey an accountant cause which detective will have so much time to be online and chat?

boi you were wrong. And to have cherry on the top, you bumped into a brown coat bearing man who looked like he was high on nuts. But damn he looked hot

did you say "sir please scream me without the s 🥺" to yourself? Did he hear it? probably

🤩boom your headphones got disconnected for a moment and the whole agency went silent as the lyrics of "good lookin" started to play.

The man infront of you laughs before kidnapping you and dragging you out of the agency, a queue of screams and shouts for the man to comeback and you desperately trying to switch off your phone. (🤩🤗The lyrics were blasting through the area)

honestly you didn't mind as long as he turns out to be those Wattpad overprotective mafia bosses 🤩🤩🤗🌟 so you can have ur Y/N moment

'Help I am getting kidnapped by brown coat man and am left all alone' you typed, as the three dots indicated that chuuyahater typing before he replied, 'I am the man'

The way you audibly screeched as your turn back and your hand automatically made a way to his face to give him a slap. (🤩You heard laughing in the background, it was chuuya fyi)

"Aww belladonna, I thought you loved me" "THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU KIDNAP ME AND MAKE ME STAND ON TOP OF A HIGHASS BUILDING" "But you agreed to do it once we meet!"

Oh he was serious when he said that 🤡

You ran away as fast as you can away from him, as you typed

'you are a bitch you know that?' 'And you are really beautiful you know that?'

😍🤩 you were greatful to get away from him, except he was knocking at you door (hotel door if u came from other part of the world) at 3am playing THAT part of the song "redbone by childish gambino" (iykwim) outside your door

Sigma

you both honestly never befriended.

You accidentally messaged him asking him to deliver you a pizza

🤩and when he replied with 'wrong number' you lost your shit. 'The fuck you mean wrong number you son of a-' 'Dont have one?'

Sigma maybe anxious in real life but online? Pretty sure he is a full on sassy sarcastic not so sweet Sigma (respectfully)

You both might have had a very professional verbal conversation over phone that day.

He and you might have bonded yet again when you, my dear reader accidentally send him a meme you were suppose to send someone else (guess who) and Sigma lost his shit.

Why was na unknown number, with memory of a snail sending him 20 pictures of a fisheye doll at 3am in the morning?

'Are you okay-?' He probably asked, 'Do I look sane?' you probably answered.

😭 but lowkey thinks that you both exchanged your insta Ids or smthg.

😡😡He didn't even acknowledge your following and never followed you back. 😔 rip your follower count

You spam him with reels and he? REPLIES TO ALL OF THEM LIKE GOOD BLESS THIS MAN TO RUN A WHOLEASS CASINO AND STILL HAVE TIME TO WATCH YOUR REELS

You would rant to him and he will listen 100%

Pretty sure you never tired to meet up. It was your ass being dragged by one of your friends to accompany them to a flying casino and get bankrupt.

Prob msged him saying how edible the manager of the place you went looked😭😭 (you didn't tell him u went to a casino so)

He replies with 'go get your man and stop telling me details about his hands'

And so you did, pretty much used your luck and became the star of Casino😡😡

Society validation? Nah 👎 but Casino manager acknowledge? Yah 👍

Now the thing is, Sigma probably got really indulged on how you managed to beat records that he spent time doing a background check rather then opening his phone and seeing your 99+ texts.

You on the other hand? Went wild. Your online friend wasn't responding!!!?? 😡😡 and you were telling him the tea how the manager put his hand on your shoulder acknowledging you.

Little did you know, you were so blinded texting 'the casino manager' You failed to realise you bumped into him.

phone drop, heart stop screen crack, gave you a heart attack.

worst part? The 'Manager' picked up your phone, looking down at the chat only to see his pfp and his contact named "Pizzah Guz" and your half written text of 'Where are you, I miss talking to| '

You were whereas unsure whether to feel embarrass or cry. You see his face only to realise the amount of shock you gave to the manager.

😭😭Pretty sure it took some time for him to cool down.

BUT I THINK he totally appears in front of your room, with a pizza guy costume and a box full of pizza, messaging you 'Open your door'

You were a little freaked out by his message. I mean Imagine texting a random guy and the only thing you know about him is that he is not a pizza guy and he tells you to open your door?

You open your door to see the manager in a pizza delivery guy uniform, a pizza in his hands while he holds his phone together, before he hands it over to you, before your phone notification tings, your online friend sends an image capturing 'Pizza delivery'

You fainted on the spot of pure embarrassment and realisation when you realise you were texting the manager while simping on him and describing details.

Or you just take the pizza and close the door, switch off and throw your phone on the bed and eat the pizza while the realisation hits.

Fyodor:

You both probably met on discord while bullying middle schools for their pfp choices 😭

10/10 had bombing conversation 👁️👄👁️ that is until you realise he was serious about it.

You be joking about how you will learn hacking to hack him and that moment all your dms get 'Join the rat cult' Picture.

😭😭please idts you met physically…like the possibility of fyodor arriving at your doorstep while you are half asleep eating a pizza and watching TV is insane.

Imagine you peep through the peephole and see fisheye fyodor 🤩🤩 10/10 scared

Online friend? Nah man he is your offline terrorist. That was until his wholeass body blewup and the only thing that was left was his arm from which he used to type to your responses from.

10/10 Power of Love and friendship

I feel like whenever you both VC, your silly self will try to use the soundboard and he probably vibe to it.

You both accidently made a cult.

Fyodor NGL prob just stalked you out of boredom.

Nikolai probably be backreading your chats and the next day you have a new coworker named "Fyolaya"

Honestly there is a possibility that fyodor has zero interest in meetup and then bam Nikolai scopes you in the middle of your work and drop you on fyodor's lap🤩

Imagine the tension when you, a average worker in the society lands on the lap of one of THE Doa members

Y/N x hot mafia boss who kidnaps Y/N accidentally cause Y/N met his man au? Terrorist edition?

You living a Wattpad life? Possibilly

A/N: Look i am sane

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SPOILERS FOR POTIONOMICS: BOSS FINN DLC

So far I learned about Boss Finn (Through Some of the rankings and the hang outs)....

Boss Finn used to have his friends (possibly a predatory/rowdy crew who valued winning and having everything over everyone), but when Sylvia won, his friends cut ties with him because he's deemed a failure. Finn didn't take it nicely and.. Well.. What remains of them still lingered.

When Sylvia met him again, Finn started out sombering over his failure, but then suspected Sylvia's intentions. Then he grew respect when he thought she's just sizing him up and started treating her like a teacher. In exchange, he gave her pep talks that'll help the card strategy (Which are very helpful in my experiences)...

Despite him still having the intimidating and scary attitude, Finn has a more sillier and dorky side of personality. Think of it as a college jock with a nerdy / snarky side. For example....

Boss Finn is a card collector, like a pokemon type of collector. He also likes valuable cards and prefers them to be encased in protective cases.

He also watches Reality TV and pulls so much commentary whenever he watches. Lately, when he and Sylvia became a thing, he stays quiet and wraps his arm around her. (AWWWW)

Boss Finn has electroception, which is an actual thing for Sharks. It helps predators detect natural, electric fields from those around them. For Finn, though, it helps him detect natural emotional strength, like fear and courage.

Boss Finn is very intelligent and clever to the point he spots scams, cons, and false products, as well as making his way through them without being a prime prey. For example, when Sylvia had to pay someone for "accidentally breaking their expensive phone," Finn saw the patterns of the cracks, figured the guy's manipulating Sylvia, and "persuaded" the guy to leave.

Finn's not the type to be called and referred to as a Mooch. If you're his friend, he'll treat you good!

According to him, Finn's species have a tradition of making jewelry, with the addition of their teeth as a way for connection. This is normal for shark since they lose their teeth and can grow them again. In Finn's case, one particular tooth belonged to a beloved grandmother, presumably his.

Why I said presumably? Well, according to Finn, his mom wasn't around when he's a young pup. Again - True to shark definition (Thanks Wild Kratts) because mother sharks do not have parental care and their pups are already capable of defending and hunting on their own. So in his case, he was a lone shark even when he's just very young, knowing he's already dangerous and meant to hunt.

When talking about Owl, Finn suspects that Owl is Sylvia's "secret weapon" since his dark magic patents seemed ineffective for her to back away and she received emotional strength from Owl instead. He suggests that to surpass Sylvia, he needed an owl much greater than Owl... With two functioning wings (ow!), a top hat and monocle, and laser talons (To threaten shoplifters). Also he can talk.

Despite having a snack on little people, Finn has a knack for defending little people, mainly his companions. He is on top of the food chain, knows his way through schemes and cons, and when he started redeeming, he makes sure Sylvia gets what she wants and doesn't undermine herself for other's failings or schemes.

This is why, at the end of his rank - Finn decided to be an advocate and guide to the public, keeping them safe from schemes and greedy snatchers since Rafta is still under development and the heroes and Town Guards are there to keep monsters away and collect materials.

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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta surveillance-anxiety="maximum"> <script>ARCHIVE_TAG="RECEIPT_CHECK_PROTOCOL::CITIZEN_SHAME_CYCLE" EFFECT: supermarket paranoia, trauma recall, public exit hesitation </script>

🚨 YOU PAID FOR YOUR SH*T, SO WHY DO YOU FEEL LIKE A CRIMINAL AT THE SUPERMARKET EXIT? *aka: The Existential Dread of Walking Past the Receipt Checker*

You just survived the hellscape of grocery shopping.

You’ve:

Dodged slow walkers

Side-stepped the free sample snipers

Waited behind the couple scanning 83 coupons

Paid $84.26 for six items and your remaining dignity

And now?

> As you approach the exit, your body tightens like you're carrying a kilo of cocaine and a lie detector.

You KNOW you didn’t steal anything. And yet you feel like a con artist on parole. Like the alarm’s going to beep just to humble you.

🛑 THE RECEIPT CHECK GAUNTLET: A PUBLIC SHAME RITUAL IN 3 ACTS

✔️ Cashier: “Would you like your receipt?” → You say no. Bold. Confident. Free.

✔️ Five steps later: The Exit Goblin materializes. Hand outstretched. Eyes untrusting.

✔️ You: Now fumbling, sweaty, scanning every pocket like a magician with amnesia.

> “Do you have your receipt?” > Do YOU have a warrant, Janet?

🧠 THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SUPERMARKET SURVEILLANCE It’s not about theft. It’s about humiliation just ambiguous enough to seem justified.

They’re not checking your receipt. They’re checking your vibe.

Are you too confident? Sus.

Too awkward? Guilt detected.

Too calm? Clearly a professional.

Breathing weird? That’s textbook deviant.

> You could be holding nothing but gum and sadness, > and still feel like you’re about to be tackled by Loss Prevention.

📉 THE RECEIPT CHECK HIERARCHY OF PUBLIC DISTRUST

1️⃣ The Free Range Checkout (No Receipt Check) You pay. You leave. No questions. > "We have cameras, Karen. Walk in peace."

2️⃣ The Glance & Go (Social Theater) You flash a folded receipt. They nod at the air. > This is roleplay. Nobody’s reading anything.

3️⃣ The Interrogation Table They check item by item. Squint. Flip the paper. > Congratulations: You’re now part of a grocery sting operation.

4️⃣ Costco Gulag Protocol You don’t leave until someone with a Sharpie gives you permission. Lost your receipt? > Prepare to negotiate like you're asking to see your kids again.

🛒 THE SELF-CHECKOUT PARADOX You do ALL the work. Scan your own items. Bag them. Pay like a good capitalist cog.

And then…

> “We still need to check your stuff.” > FOR WHAT?! I was the f*cking cashier.

Meanwhile:

Real thieves: walking out with two carts and Bluetooth headsets.

Employees: pretending not to see while restocking shrimp.

You: being detained over a f*cking granola bar.

> If your security system can’t tell the difference between a banana and a crime, > maybe don’t point it at me.

🧪 THE CONTROL EXPERIMENT: YOUR BODY LANGUAGE ON TRIAL

Let’s be real.

This isn’t just about theft prevention. It’s about training you to prove your innocence in public.

You’re performing calmness.

You’re performing morality.

You’re performing “harmlessness.”

And guess what?

> Even though you bought everything legally… > You still feel like the guilty party in a true crime documentary.

💡 THE ABSURDITY OF MODERN “TRUST”

Stores trust you enough to:

Swipe your card

Enter your pin

Type your f*cking email

Donate to children’s hospitals at checkout

Enroll in their rewards program

But not enough to… leave with a frozen pizza and shampoo without cross-examination?

🔥 FINAL VERDICT — I’M DONE FEELING LIKE A THIEF FOR BUYING TOILET PAPER

I don’t want to:

Justify my Cheerios

Defend my almond milk

Prove my worth as a shopper

Perform innocence for a $3.49 candy bar

> If I paid, I’m gone. > If you stop me, I’m billing for the performance. > If you want me to prove I’m not stealing, give me a badge and a vest, > because I’m clearly doing more work than half your staff.

Let me leave in peace. Or let me profile the real shoplifters. Because I promise you: > It ain’t the guy holding string cheese and shame.

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🔁 Reblog if you’ve ever walked past the receipt checker like you just buried a body. 💬 Comment if you’ve ever faked chill while your soul screamed “I BOUGHT THIS!” 👁 Follow if you’re ready to abolish capitalist shame theater at the exit door. 🧾 This is not a post. This is the receipt for every time you’ve paid and still felt like a felon.

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Daredevil 01x04 - Sic Semper Systema

Tentatively going to call this a good episode but a lot is going to hinge on how they plan on resolving the storylines they're pursuing.

We start the show unpacking Hector's murder. We technically don't know the identity of the assailant but it's easy to assume it was Officer Powell. It wasn't. Matt uses his Lie Detector powers to exonerate Powell pretty quickly.

I admit, I'm a little nervous about the fact that they brought up and swiftly eliminated Powell from the suspect list. In the back of my mind, I'm now worried that they may be planning to make a centrist argument with this. Like, "See? You just ASSUMED the cops had something to do with it but they were innocent the whole time! Both sides could stand to trust each other a little more, don't you think?"

Those of us familiar with the comics might recognize Angela as the second White Tiger. I can visualize in my brain a version of this story where Angela dons the mask in Hector's name and then kills or tries to kill Powell in retribution, to go along with the thing that one detective in episode 1 was saying about how the supers and the cops are just as good and just as bad as each other.

I really hope that's not going to be the angle here.

Nonetheless, the show still centers the shittiness of the police and the criminal justice system.

The B-Plot of the episode concerns this man, Leroy Bradford. Leroy's arrested for petty shoplifting by the police, seen here eating the stolen goods he lifted.

Leroy did the crime. He's not an innocent man being falsely accused. However, the show makes a point here about the arbitrary nature of the offense and arrest.

Leroy's going to go to jail for stealing a box of caramel corn. A box that does not get returned to the store, but is instead taken and consumed by the officers arresting him.

Like. What justice is being served here? It can't be about the stolen merchandise if the merchandise isn't returned, can it? Why is it wrong for Leroy to eat the stolen caramel corn without paying, but it's acceptable for the police to eat the still-stolen caramel corn?

This isn't about the theft. It's about something bigger than petty crime. It's about power; What kinds of people have it and what kinds don't. The police can eat the stolen goods because the law does not apply to them.

Leroy committed the crime. In fact, Leroy's committed a lot of petty offenses.

But there are no pages of offenses for the cops who arrested him, are there? Even though they did the same crime. That's because there are different rules for different classes of people.

Leroy is here to center a conversation about the relationship our justice system itself has with repeat offenders. This is pretty blatant; When Matt goes to negotiate with the prosecutor on Leroy's behalf, they awkwardly start debating the efficacy of punitive justice as a form of crime deterrent.

This is a really weird scene. Like, thematically, it gives Matt an opportunity to directly debate the central topic of the Leroy plotline against an adversarial strawman. But in context, it's just awkward?

Matt destroys this prosecutor in the arena of reason and logic, so she surrenders fifteen days off of Leroy's sentence to Matt as his prize. Then he makes puppy dog eyes at her until she agrees to throw in another ten days because he's just so goofy. It's weird.

Matt is philosophically correct. The next and final scene with Leroy presents that argument much better. But this scene is weird.

In Leroy's final scene, he confronts Matt with the ugly reality of what being a "repeat offender" means. Going to prison, even for a short period of time, can be life-destroying. It introduces a whole swathe of disruptions.

It can cost you your job. It can cause you to miss rent and get evicted, and that goes on your record for ten years. It can, as happened to Leroy, result in loss of government assistance benefits that are necessary to get by.

You don't leave prison and go back into the workforce and become a productive member of society.

Look at Leroy's rap sheet. Drugs, trespassing, panhandling, and petty larceny. These are crimes of desperation. "Trespassing" is how you find a place to sleep when there's nowhere for you to go. "Petty larceny" is how you eat when you have no money and your food stamps were cut off. "Panhandling" is literally begging for money on the street corner.

These are crimes of poverty. Which the "great deterrent" of the punitive system creates. Leroy's not going to be in a better position to not have to trespass and steal to survive after another ten days in prison. He's not going to step out those doors suddenly having a home to live in and a stable job. The prison isn't going to give him those things, are they? Will the Warden personally sign him back up for his food stamps?

Yes, drugs too. Substance abuse is a means of surviving emotionally when your life sucks this bad. We assume people become povertous because they're addicted to drugs, but more often people become addicted to drugs because they're povertous. Misery fuels substance abuse, not the other way around. Nothing gets people clean faster than improving their life conditions and giving them something to hope for.

It's not a system that deters repeat offenders. It's a system that produces them. An assembly line for manufactured poverty. This is what the Leroy story is about, and it's pretty good. Leroy sums the whole situation up succinctly when he says this.

It isn't justice to arrest Leroy for theft if the cops are going to eat the stolen goods.

It isn't economically sensible to spend all this taxpayer money on punishing Leroy over a box of caramel corn. I promise you, ten days in prison costs a lot more.

There is no purpose being served here. It's just cruelty.

Leroy's story is the best part of the episode. A+

But that brings us back to the A-Plot: The murder of Hector Ayala. This is where things take a surprising turn.

Gonna be honest, I have a hard time buying that Matt was able to positively identify a painted-on Punisher skull by rubbing a tiny bullet casing with his finger. That seems like a stretch for his Blind Man Superpowers.

I can, however, buy that the guy who shot Hector and was wearing the Punisher logo on his chest would meticulously paint tiny Punisher skulls on each and every one of his bullets. Probably while giggling to himself about how cool he's going to look.

I have complicated feelings about the tense emotional scene where Matt prays to the Punisher for guidance, which Frank calls him out on but still offers nonetheless.

The show has, for the sake of its conversation point surrounding police brutality, essentially deified Frank. The police are wearing his iconography and acting in his image. Hector's killer wears Frank's iconography and acts in his image. And now, in his moment of weakness, Matt too turns to the Dark God of Police Brutality looking to be told that it's okay to give in to his violent urges again.

They've positioned Frank as the voice of temptation. A temptation that they've implied Matt probably shouldn't give into? Because. Y'know. It's coming from Frank. Trying to do what he would do is what the bad guys are doing.

But the temptation is to become Daredevil again. Which you'd expect to be the inevitable outcome of this story as a whole, right?

So I'm once again left puzzled and wondering where they're planning on going with this. I don't think I'll be able to form a concrete opinion about Frank's appearance here until I see how it intends to land.

I can envision in my head a version of this story where this scene is positioning Frank as a key antagonist. Where this here is Matt's darkest moment. The show has centered Frank's methodology and influence as a key source of conflict, and I don't know how you reject Frank's methodology and influence without a rejection of Frank too.

But I don't trust them to be willing to go that far. An outcome where the Punisher and Daredevil just team up and take down all the Bad Apples still feels more likely. Marvel hasn't been great at sticking the landing with their more politically-involved material in recent years.

Also there's a supervillain now. I remember this guy in the comics being like a serial killer who uses his victims' bodies to paint art or something.

That's neat, I guess. Not sure what that has to do with anything the show's talking about. Seems kinda random. But we'll see.

Also Fisk's C-Plot is still happening. I really don't find any of his material compelling or interesting. He just sort of roams around being vaguely threatening in the direction of politics and going to marital counseling with his wife, the latter of which I am especially disinterested in.

Though based on how the whole thing is presented, I am on Vanessa's side with this affair. From how they make it sound, Fisk dropped off the face of the earth and Vanessa was just supposed to wait for him forever, without knowing when or even if he was ever coming back. Eventually, she moved on and found someone new, which his return has retroactively turned into a cheating affair.

Yeah, no, that's on him. Fisk's inability to empathize with other people caused him to make a mistake, based on the assumption that Vanessa's existence strictly revolved around his own. His relationships are hierarchical; He talks a lot about loyalty. He expects loyalty. But he gives others no loyalty in return. Why should he? He is above his subordinates like Daniel and Vanessa. His relationships are one-sided.

Yeah, he's basically just a critique of Trump. He walks around the city showing off how much he sucks, and it just... feels like spinning his wheels while he waits for the plot to arrive at the point where he gets to do something.

He feels less like the show's villain and more like the show's deuteragonist. Utterly divorced from Matt and pursuing a completely separate narrative that will probably intersect with Matt's down the road but has basically nothing to do with him at this time.

But I gotta be honest, I cannot see Fisk as a deep, interesting, compelling protagonist with many layers of thought-provoking characterization. He's just a one-note piece of shit who exists to get punched by Matt, and nothing he's done in this show thus far has convinced me otherwise. So I can't find myself being interested in his material until it propels him into conflict with the show's actual main character.

He's not good for anything other than hyping up the boss fight, nor is he doing a very good job of hyping up the boss fight. So his scenes just suck.