#acab forever

[nbspacegay]

this is so fucking bleak on like six levels. This is an official police station page, I checked

[progressivemillennial]

[g-l-o-w-y-l-i-g-h-t-s]

You have a sacred fucking right to be unpalatable.

I love you, freaks, but more importantly, my love is not something you are fucking dependant on for validity. I love you, weird queer people with genders that only make sense to you. I love you, binary trans people. I love you, intersex people. I love you, detransitioners and re-transitioners and people who aren't cis and/or are trans but don't bother or want to do anything about it. I love you, people whose gender is related to extreme body mods. I love you people who are neither cis nor trans. I love you people who are trans but also still cis. I love you cis people who get gender affirming/"transition" treatments. I love you he/him lesbians and she/her gay guys. Hell, if y'all out there, and you probably fucking are, I love you he/him straight women and she/her hetero men. I love you sex-repulsed people. I love you, self-identified sluts of all genders. I love you bigender and gender fluid folks. I love you closeted people and people who have never even tried to fit into the closet. I love you people who tried to hide in the closet and couldn't. I love you, people whose sexual orientations have exceptions or caveats. I love you, people whose love and/or attraction doesn't go away when their partner transitions even if that doesn't normally fit your label. I love you, ex couples who simply didn't belong together once one or both of you transitioned or changed genders. I love you queerplatonic couples and queerplatonic throuples and extended queerplatonic constellations. I love you, unlabeled folks. I love you polyam people. I love you people who are 100% gay with no exceptions ever. I love you, lifelong virgins. I love you drag artists. Everybody can just. Get fun with it. Be weird. I love you, but never forget that it doesn't matter wether or not I fucking love you. Unpalatable Queer Liberation Forever. Being unpalatable is a deeply sacred right of personhood.

[heybig-day]

I did this as fast as I could

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “What was it like when we were partners?”

JEAN VICQUEMARE — He looks at you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes are hard. “You don’t remember at all?”

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] — You try to search through the mire of your mind, but come up with only the ghosts of vague and conflicting feelings— comfort and pain, gratitude and resentment, and above all, fear.

YOU — Fear of what?

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Of being seen. Seen and despised.

EMPATHY — He fears that, too. That one day, he’ll look at you and realize that it was all for nothing.

-1 MORALE

PRECINCT 41 — The night air is pleasantly cool, and even this late, you can hear plenty of signs of life in Jamrock. Dogs barking, laughter in the distance. It only makes your own silence more pronounced.

“I remember we were friends.”

“I remember we hated each other.”

“I remember you cramping my style.”

“I remember being a burden.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry.”

JEAN VICQUEMARE — He sighs. Smoke trails as he shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

DRAMA — It is decidedly *not* fine, sire.

JEAN VICQUEMARE — “You know what? It’s probably better that way. Don’t worry about the past. Your great big life is finally starting.” Every word drips with irony. He takes another puff of the cigarette. “Good for you.”

“You’re right. I won’t worry about it.”

“I swear I’m going to make the most of it. It’ll be different this time. I swear, Jean.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You sound sarcastic.”

JEAN VICQUEMARE — “Oh, do I? Sorry, let me try again.” He claps with mock politeness. “Congratulations on the amnesia. You must be thrilled.”

“Ha ha. Real funny.”

“Maybe I am. Fuck off.”

“No. I’m scared. It’s been really hard.”

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not like I can undo it. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I’m sorry…”

(Say nothing)

JEAN VICQUEMARE — He lets out another breath, closing his eyes. “…Sorry. Look, just forget it, okay, Harry?” He tosses the butt of his cigarette dispassionately into the bushes and lights another. “Believe me, it’s not worth dredging up.”

DRAMA — What he means to say, sire, is that you don’t want to know how bad things got.

EMPATHY — Even he doesn’t like to reminisce. Not on the bad *or* the good. It would all swallow him up if he wasn’t careful. But he can’t forget, either, so he just carries it. And now he carries it alone.

INLAND EMPIRE — He was fooling himself if he ever thought that to live was to be anything but alone. We are all either leavers or those left behind.

HALF LIGHT — It’s not your fault that he started to look like a leaver. You had to be faster than him. You couldn’t let it happen again. Never again.

VOLITION — Derail this train of thought before it builds momentum. It won’t lead you anywhere helpful.

None of this is helpful. Fuck this. [Leave]

[Espirit de Corps — Formidable 13] Just how bad did things get?

CHECK SUCCESS

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Apocalyptic. Screaming matches that devolved into agonized wails. Words that neither of you can ever take back. Nights spent talking you off of ledges only for you to turn and shove him toward the edge. Times he told you to go ahead and jump, only to then turn and cling to you in terror of a lifelong haunting. Pitiful attempts to revive the corpse of your friendship. Empty ideals of brotherhood clutched tightly to your chests. His orbit around you, both a curse and a reassurance.

SAVOIR FAIRE — You needed him to think you were cool again.

EMPATHY — He needed you to think he was worth trying for.

INLAND EMPIRE — You both discovered that you were sad, cruel animals, incapable of anything but lashing out at each other and licking your own self-inflicted wounds.

VOLITION — And so you changed, somewhat. You did what you had to do to survive and evolve. There is no use or sense in regretting it.

EMPATHY — But *he* refuses to change. He cannot bring himself to dig his heels back out of the dirt. This precinct will be his coffin. He has already decided.

RHETORIC — A memory stirs. A letter, written to you, but never meant for your eyes. You read it, anyway. He never forgave you. You never forgave him, either.

“Kid,

“I bet you think someday your life will begin. That it’s still out there somehow, a great big life just waiting to start. Well, it isn’t. This is all there is. This job is the only fight we are given. After this, we will be its veterans.

“There is nothing more in that beloved future of yours. We are all done there. Done and gone.”

VOLITION — But there is a future beyond ourselves. There is all of the rest of human history-to-be, and they are at our mercy. Find some mercy in yourself, Harry. You know there’s something beyond this job, this precinct.

No. Jean is right. This is my home, these people my half-brothers. I would be nothing without them. I don’t want to die alone.

No. He’s right. There is no future for me. I’m a dead man walking, and soon I’ll be gone. It doesn’t matter.

No. There is no mercy in me. I’m tired. I hope the world ends. I hope we can all be done.

You’re right. I changed a little. That means that I can keep changing. I can be a kinder animal.

You’re right, but I’m afraid. I don’t remember my life before the RCM. I don’t know what I would be if I left.

Isn’t there any way to change Jean, too? Is there a great big life waiting for him?

VOLITION — I… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Harry. I cannot answer for other people. His future is in his own hands.

PRECINCT 41 — Dogs howl in the distance. What a lonely sound.

[ghxstmxchine]

just saw a cop hobie fanfic and I'm actually bewildered y'all get horny and forget the most basic characteristics of that man

[skywarpshydroflask]

oh word? good for him

[smilekid]

cops are such fucking dorks lmao they’ll:

-beat their wives

-murder people in cold blood

-act generally threatening for no reason

-lie to fit their own agenda

-talk down to you

-make you feel guilty even when you didn’t do anything wrong

And still have the nerve to be like “wHy aRe YoU AcTiNg sO nErVoUs “

🤡

[ohello0]

Saw someone on twt ask how the discovery of 215 bodies buried in unmarked graves behind a jail in Jackson Mississippi wasn’t the biggest story in the country right now…

*gestures vaguely*

The state is not going to air out their own fuck ups when everyone is already mad at them. They’re hoping this will leave the media cycle as quickly as possible.

Also the only reason the mass grave was found is because a mother was looking for son for months and found out that the police had not only killed him, but also took him to the unmarked grave behind a county jail, and buried him there with his id in his front pocket. They made her pay to claim the body and charged her even more money to move the body from the unmarked grave

[ace-up-your-sleeve]

look at my patches punkblr,,,,,

the like phantoms forever patch is on a pair of sweat pants and was originally an iron on made in my sewing class, but i painted the mcr part and the eyes on and have been glueing it down as needed lmao

[queen-mabs-revenge]

here's to the 3 year anniversary of all of limerick coming out to support the debenham's picket line and entirely fuck up the night of the 70+ gardaí sent down to break it up ✊🚲

[jesncin]

Diane Meade I appreciated so much you didn't redeem her character. I see too much of cop character being redeem and cop always have the 'good' representation from media

Hey thanks! It makes sense that a lot of cop characters get that treatment since copaganda is so prevalent in media, especially in superhero stories (when that really shouldn't be the case).

I generally like MM 2019/Identity's treatment of her character, but the copaganda of that comic run I could really go without.

[mugenloopdalove]

Fuck!!! Pigs!!!

[soldier-poet-king]

All cities (and tbh everywhere, but this is specifically happening in a MAJOR city) should have emergency mental health response teams bc I just had to call 911 about a man clearly having Some Issues and in need of help outside in the freezing weather with no shoes and barely dressed doing cartwheels and somersaults on a busy street + and in the snow and wandering about the neighborhood and I had to repeatedly stress that he wasn't bothering or hurting anyone I was just super concerned about him rolling into traffic during rush hour in an area with notoriously bad drivers + it's cold enough to be dangerous without winter gear + maybe he's got Alzheimer's or smthn like that and accidentally wandered out and is lost bc that's been known to happen

and like sure the 911 operator was nice and confirmed with me that it was a medical-adjacent call and police were NOT needed after I stressed it multiple times, but I had INITIALLY called the non emergency line BC I wanted to avoid the cops and the street outreach folk were like 'nope can't help u gotta call 911' and it's just. SO DUMB.

PLUS. Apparently there's so many 911 calls going in I was put ON HOLD for a whole ass minute and like. I'm clogging up the line for someone having a heart attack or fire or whatever, vs. I'm concerned about this guy but also I'm in the car following at a distance to make sure nothing happens + make sure someone who is less understanding of mental health crises doesn't start a fight with him because he's acting "weird" and wandering on people's front lawns, and it's not really the same level of "emergency" but I'm also 5'3 vs. A Grown Ass Man, and I've no emergency or mental health training so there's nothing I can do EXCEPT follow at a distance and call for help

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I personally would love to see ghostface!Sam and detective!reader.

After the events of the sixth movie, the media now paints Sam as a poor young woman that’s been wrongfully accused and targeted due to her father’s legacy. The detective calls bullshit and doesn’t believe the media hype, deciding to investigate and see for themself exactly who is behind the most recent murders.

In my personal headcanon, I fully believe that Sam’s newly discovered bloodlust and sadistic nature have the makings of a pretty dangerous serial killer. I’m also curious what would happen if the detective wasn’t exactly a by-the-book kinda cop.

Sorry for rambling, I’m just getting real invested in the idea of a ghostface!Sam x detective!reader.

Sorry Anon. According to my rules I don't write beastiality, which means no pigs, which means no cops.