#bizarre uproar

[pentagrammon]

Bizarre Uproar - Mass -

[virtualfat]

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[sageandred]

I've been letting this thought sit and I should've posted this earlier, but

currently having a lot of feelings about 911, and i'm going to let my ongoing thoughts spill here, but with the perspective of people complaining the show is too predictable:

- if they had some balls and killed a beloved character-people are mad

- if they tricked the audience but then "bring him back to life"-they've manipulated and played with your trust

I absolutely hate this show for a lot of reasons, but I just don't think show creators can win these days. What was the alternative in killing a character people would feel satisfied with? Hen?

If the writers killed Tommy, it'd be apart of the 'kill your gays' trope; if they killed Ravi, they'd be killing off a poc. If they killed Hen, they'd be killing off a black lesbian (same with Karen); Eddie is poc; Chim is poc; these characters also have young kids and families. Buck is also queer and has a lot more story to tell. This isn't my intent of comparing to the fact that Bobby's a white, straight male, but I know someone will see it that way. The point of this is every character falls into some demographic and the fanbase would find some way to uproar for why it's "wrong."

If you disagree with this part that's fine; this probably isn't for you and you should probably skip this paragraph on my opinions on Bobby's suicidal thoughts of the past. tw suicidal ideations. As a person who's struggled with suicidal ideation, and still does sometimes, the reasoning to Bobby's "unjustified" death is admittedly pretty bizarre to me. As a fairly common hater of Owen during the show, I really don't get the validity to comparisons here (as if ending a character on one show provides any input to the fate of a character on a completely different show); but I really don't get it because, Owen struggled with 9/11, had ptsd...and probably struggled with suicidal ideation through his survivor's guilt (just like Bobby). Maybe it's because I've seen a couple shows semi-recently where the main character died and this argument was said, but I'm really starting to question the narrative of people acting like there was an unwritten promise to keep characters alive on these high stakes shows, where people are constantly put in life or death situations. To be completely honest (and the reason I've written this paragraph is because maybe some people have felt the same & can relate), it's been a little frustrating to read; this is a fictional character and I understand a lot of people self-insert to feel like characters really represent them, but at some point I think that there's a dissonance almost to character outcomes in order to escape real-life things and make fiction like it's a real injustice vs reality. In my honest opinion, it's more upsetting to me to try and make the event out like it's a real thing and that it's inherently indicating that you can't have a happy ending because he is someone who went through hard times (rather than just saying it is a sad outcome). Because it's not; that's not what the show is saying; it's fiction. What I'm saying is Bobby's death can be hurtful; it is not odd to feel like you're grieving a real person, but admittedly it's a bit much to me to make it out that his past suicidal thoughts and pain born from trauma create an unjust character end that always becomes the fan commentary with "heart of the show" characters.

And my immediate thought process of seeing so many people make it about this has been a question of what separates every tragic ending of a character from becoming an insensitive decision (a character ending their life to bring awareness to suicide rates, a black character being murdered by a cop (in or out of prison) to be informative about police brutality -> yes, these are real show references). Bobby didn't even die from not wanting to live anymore (I get the dissatisfaction and disappointment to his outcome, though). I would understand it if he died actively in depression or he was murdered or something after a long battle trying to be happier, but the Bobby death wasn't even done badly (were there things I wish were handled better within the season leading up to it? Yeah, but I also can't help but play devil's advocate with myself that a lot of fans (not 911-specific) complain for deaths being predictable and you can tell early on in the season. [Additionally I can't complain for the episode placement before the end of the season, because imho, deaths done in the very last episode of seasons are a disservice and leave little room to be explored/brush over the impact as time passes between 1 season and the next]. Also, I thought we were all (not casual watchers & people who found out on here) expecting his death from leaks.

The good news is Bobby can live on in fanon, and fics (and it's okay to disagree with a creator's decision; that is bound to happen, at least multiple times, when millions of people relate to story/characters and just 1 person makes the creative decision for THEIR story and how they see it (this sentence is less about the Bobby death itself and more a general thinkpiece to how fandoms are in general).

[twopoppies]

Hello ! I would like to confess something since it has recently become a topic again. In January of 2024 I was blocked by Louis too, and I'm pretty sure it was because of a tweet about Freddie. My tweet wasn't insulting the kid or anything, but basically just talking about Freddie & Larry and it got a bit of attention and then I was blocked. I never talked about it publicly because I was ashamed, hurt and didn't want to make all the antis happy. And also I wondered if Louis expected me to tell everyone because then maybe lots of people would stop believing in bbg and especially stop talking about it and I did not want to be part of any of his schemes (if it was one) so I didn't say anything.

I personally have no opinion about bbg anymore. Obviously being blocked for that made me reconsider some things. I just decided to stop talking about it.

I'm not sharing that to say bbg is not real, or that it is real and they just want to make us believe it's not.

I'm just sharing because it happened and I believe it's time people know about it. And I'm sure I'm not the only one hiding the fact I was blocked.

Thank you. 🙏🏻💕

Hi, love. I'm sure you're not the only one. I wouldn't publicize being blocked, either. I'm sorry it happened to you, though.

I honestly find it completely bizarre that a celebrity would comb through fan posts and block people. I honestly don't understand the logic behind it. When they acknowledge it, it creates an uproar, and he loses fans. When they don't acknowledge it, it seems so pointless. What's his plan? One by one, block every fan who doesn't think Freddie is his kid?

And then what's his long-term goal? Right now, it seems like it's to create a fan base made entirely of lemmings who just believe everything he says and will do his bidding.

[secretmellowblog]

One of my favorite bit characters in Les mis is the poor random porter of Gillenormand who has to deal with Jean Valjean and Javert showing up at night with a mostly-dead Marius. He’s just so confused! He hasn’t read the first 1000 pages of Les Miserables so he has no context for Jean Valjean and Javert. He spends the entire conversation being utterly baffled.

POV: you’re just trying to sleep when you hear loud knocking at the door. Outside are two weird old men. One is a bizarre cop who seems to be operating on autopilot— he keeps mechanically saying incorrect nonsense like “here is Gilleormand’s dead’s son” even though Gillenormand has no son and the man they’re carrying isn’t dead. The other old man is some horrible-looking buff weirdo covered in sewage. They clearly have a History but you don’t know what it is.

They try to drag you into their relationship drama. One says Marius is dead, the other says nothing but exhaustedly shakes his head in disagreement in a way that makes him seem very Done with all of this. You are even more confused. You do not want to be part of this drama.

Javert addressed the porter in a tone befitting the government, and the presence of the porter of a factious person.

“Some person whose name is Gillenormand?”

“Here. What do you want with him?”

“His son is brought back.”

“His son?” said the porter stupidly.

“He is dead.”

Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his head that this was not so.

The porter did not appear to understand either Javert’s words or Jean Valjean’s sign.

Then you try to ask for clarification. The cop just repeats that the not-dead Marius is actually dead, vaguely says he got himself killed at the barricades—and then he very helpfully states that when people die there are funerals, as if he’s just stating a random fact he knows about death. This clarifies nothing. You finally just walk away and make it someone else’s problem. Good for you.

Javert continued:

“He went to the barricade, and here he is.”

“To the barricade?” ejaculated the porter.

“He has got himself killed. Go waken his father.”

The porter did not stir.

“Go along with you!” repeated Javert.

And he added:

“There will be a funeral here to-morrow.”

For Javert, the usual incidents of the public highway were categorically classed, which is the beginning of foresight and surveillance, and each contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in drawers, as it were, whence they emerged on occasion, in variable quantities; in the street, uproar, revolt, carnival, and funeral.

The porter contented himself with waking Basque. Basque woke Nicolette; Nicolette roused great-aunt Gillenormand.

And then the two of them leave, and youre left with all the confusion of someone who’s been plunged into the middle of Jean Valjean and Javert’s weirdness without any of the context of Victor Hugo’s hit 1862 novel Les miserables:

The porter watched them take their departure as he had watched their arrival, in terrified somnolence.

[pumperpup]

In the heart of a lively metropolis, Felix, a mischievous prankster with a sly grin, was infamous for his peculiar antics. He wielded a special dart gun, a bizarre device that, when fired, caused the belly of his target to swell to comical proportions. His favorite targets? Handsome men around the city.

Felix spotted a gym trainer, muscles rippling as he ran. With a swift shot, the trainer's tight athletic wear struggled to contain his now enormous belly. He stopped, bewildered, poking at his new girth.

The barista, engrossed in crafting the perfect latte, didn't notice Felix lurking nearby. A quick shot, and his apron stretched comically over his expanded belly, causing a stir among the cafe's customers who burst into laughter.

The two victims, initially embarrassed but soon finding humor in their situation, realized they shared a common prankster. They decided it was time for a little payback. Joining forces, they embarked on a playful mission to turn the tables on Felix.

They tracked Felix down, their determination matching their temporarily altered physiques. Surprising him on a busy city street, they cornered the prankster. With a mix of strategy and a dash of luck, they managed to snatch his special dart gun away.

Now, the prankster became the pranked. With a swift press of the trigger, Felix's belly began to swell, just like his victims'. The sight of the notorious prankster with a massive belly caused an uproar of laughter among the crowd that had gathered.

[byjove]

I think it’s absolutely bizarre that Christians protest media containing LGBT themes due to their ‘religious beliefs’ but not media depicting other sins such as adultery and murder. You saw it a little with the uproar around magic being depicted in Harry Potter but they’re never out there protesting gory action movies. In fact, graphic depictions of violence get these guys hard.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

How did that GNF fan/hacker knew that Tubbo and this girl kissed and wanted to go 3rd base that night? They're in Tubbo's house. The details do not add up from Tubbo's side.

Bro must be really unlikeable to be Gay and and get hit by "false accusation" twice.

1. Tubbo confirm himself in the clip that he only kissed her, to which she later confirmed it too. As pre the video

2. Gnf fans are making shit up. Like I'm joke, some are saying he has a p*ss kink. It's a bit bizarre. But Wilbur fans are in uproar and beefing with gnf fans idk why I'm not keep up with that.

3. Dream was hit with over 8 false allegations in a year. Popularmmos ws hit with 3 false allegations in a year. Tommyinnit was hit with 13 at one point. Gnf was hit with 5 + his situation (which is a mess). DanTDM even got hit with 5 and got people GOING TO HIS HOUSE

Tubbo is accused of 2. And 4 in his entire career. He's doing better then most, and he even leaked he has a boyfriend before he came out as gay.

4. The first fake allegations, which I covered by the way, AND REPORT TO A TUBBO MOD A YEAR AGO, as the person who made the allegations, is from Russia (which they mentioned idk), intentionally made fake allegations to prove the point that anyone could fake anything ( but they did a really terrible job about it), personally dm'd me basically admitting it and going through how they did it. To which I reported to a Tubbo MOD here

And you can obviously see the message not sent, but I took a screenshot of what I was saying and sent it to them and apologize for it not going through

Me and like six other people reported this person. Not only did they admit to faking it on Twitter, but also bragging about it AND BRAGGED ABOUT TELLING PEOPLE

The other two in between was him allegedly cheating in MCC because his team did well blah blah you get it

And now it's this one. And in between and before all of this happening he's had two boyfriends, who broke up with him because he was too career focused.

He even admits in their clip that he's never been with a woman. And she kissed him.

Even the allegations admit that 'I (she) kissed him first' but etc...

5. According to her very reasonable fans considering who and what she works for, have feed into twitter that's it's been confirmed she was hacked. We don't know by who.

But judging from some gnf fans reactions is a bit safe to assume what group did this.

6. I didn't want to walk into that and give you an improper answer without any evidence. So I just made it Instagram account and checked and verified from her Instagram and Leandra's update account, that she was indeed hacked.

Just like her fans and others had predicted

So TLDR: gnf fans didn't know they kissed Tubbo admitted live, and she confirmed it later. GNF fans (and a cherry picked Wilbur fan group), are the ones who are most radical about this situation. And at this rate, if it wasn't either one of their fans then I want to know who's got beef with Tubbo. Like Tubbo?-

Here is a more in-depth link from Tubbo side,

And once again she herself has confirmed that she was hacked and that it isn't her posting, meaning that someone is making up things and posting it on her account.

And she probably used the same email for both Twitter and Tiktok so that's how they gained access. If not then she had a weak password or it's likely that it's somebody who she knows who leaked it by accident or on purpose because that's how many hackings situations go (IT College student here -> ME and I'm graduating soon too... For university D: )

But yeah, to actively believe in these allegations despite it being confirmed that it wasn't her making the posts, by her own Instagram, is intentionally being ignorant and believing in a lie. Feel free to do that if you want to do that but you will have no ground to stand on if both people have confirmed that it's not her posting.

Bye bye!

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm enjoying the uproar around the body horror Tubi ad because it IS disgusting and bizarre, but "disgusting and bizarre" is at least interesting which is more than you can say for almost any other ads, and also Tubi is still the king of streaming services. Plus they got absolutely everybody's attention so that's kind of a big W as far as the aims of advertising are concerned.

[pentagrammon]

Bizarre Uproar - Perverse Bizarre Humiliation -

[ssteamingtea]

Well here goes nothing:

He sat down with Gilooly, he sat down with Lee, he had a very public lunch with Ric Flair. None of them are particularly great men. Fuck, he sure as hell didn’t play Gilooly as a great guy. And Tommy literally abused Pam. So why not meet with Trump? Or at least try? For all the bravado he tried to have on this press tour, wouldn’t it have been a power move to sit with Trump and tell him about himself? Bill Mahr did that a couple of months back. He’s still on air, he still has a career. Sebastian could’ve done the same if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

Was he just being a coward? Was he ashamed because he knew he was about to do something grimy for an award? Does this just prove that the whole point of the film was to attempt to have some influence on the election? Does it prove that this was nothing but Oscar bait, and that even considering meeting with Trump, even though they certainly wouldn’t have walked away as buddies, would have put him on an Academy black list?

Like I said I don’t even know if I like this take lol. But it’s just weird that he broke this pattern of meeting the real people he plays for this particular project.

This was a really good read anon. TA was so fucking weird and the way the whole production went about promoting and even filming is bizarre. I’m a bit worried that Sebastian has taken some pointers from Jeremy Strong because Jeremy can be considered hard to work with on set and is a method actor. I think they were hoping for more of an uproar from Trump and his team but they didn’t really get anything so Sebastian had to go and basically say shit as if Trump had said something to begin with

[pyropsychiccollector]

Ace Attorney: IF (... Part 8)

February rolls around. Everything's relatively quiet, with no one getting any game-changing cases like the December one. Not the attorneys, not the police, not the prosecutors…

Until one day, Ema approaches the Fey and Co. Law Offices. Naturally, Mia remembers her. She's Lana's sister… And reminds her so much of Maya that she's a little overwhelmed. But Mia keeps composed and hears Ema out when she says that she needs help, Diego curiously tuning in as well. But before Ema can get too far in explaining the case, Lana barges in and accosts her sister, coming across rather harsh and weary. Way stressed out. Ema argues back, claiming they should just ask Mia for help. That's who Lana always said to go to, and she doesn't understand why Lana is so aggro.

… Lana understands her sister's intent, but that doesn't change the fact this case is far more delicate and complicated than Ema can possibly know. They can't just… disseminate information, let alone seek out representation when it isn't their decision to make. Of course Mia doesn't let it die here; she can tell Lana isn't behaving like her usual rational self. It has her worried for her longtime friend.

Lana crumples on one of the couches and reluctantly opens up. Last week, a series of bizarre murders began popping up, and investigations were very sluggish because they couldn't pick up any definitive clues pointing to any single culprit. No fingerprints, no unexplained bloodstains, no hairs or discarded items near the bodies… So far, three people have lost their lives. And no, they don't even have proof this is the same killer for all three; it's just a theory based off the lack of evidence…

But last night, a suspect was finally brought in. He was at the scene of the third victim, lingering long before the whole department was notified. A witness phoned him in, suspecting him of the deed because he was up to his elbows in blood as he hovered over the victim, on his knees. … It was Damon Gant. The Chief of Police was suspected of these possibly connected murders. Understandably, the department was in an uproar, and the prosecutor's office seemed full of people all too eager to get "payback" because of the case in December… Chief Byrne was in a rather delicate position of delegating who should prosecute this sticky affair. Franziska was out of the country, and he wasn't so sure he should assign Wright because of Calisto working under Tyrell… Not that the grizzled detective was out for blood, but he did harbor doubts about Gant's true nature. And that could lead to a biased investigation. The police were already sending out Jake Marshall and Angel Starr as initial investigators, and Detective Goodman was assigned to the two murders from last week so there was a chance he'd get involved as well. Byrne was wavering between assigning Lana and Neil Marshall, and he didn't particularly like either option for obvious reasons. Lana because she was partners with Gant before transferring, and Neil because his brother was currently one of the detectives in charge. Byrne couldn't prosecute because that'd drive a wedge between the police and prosecutors… Not that they weren't already on brittle terms.

The whole mess was a nightmare, and Damon hadn't requested for an attorney yet. He seemed to be waiting to see how the investigation unfolded. Which…aggravated Lana. He cooperated with questioning thus far, but Damon always gave off this air like he knew more than he was letting on… He would bounce between his grandfatherly routine and his ace detective routine like it was just two sides of the same coin. He CLAIMED to be innocent, that he was just the first on the scene… And yet he didn't call for backup or anything. No one even knew he'd stepped out of his office. Then again, nights were usually more lax anyway in terms of the number of people around the office. It was so vexing.

Mia promises to give a good ol' college try, seeing how bothered her friend is with this sticky case. First Gant has to agree to representation, and that could go sourly if he's as reticent as Lana implies. Still, there's no harm in TRYING…

Damon easily enough accepts his visitors, though he gives the impression this arrest is no big deal. Damon seems to know Lana was behind Mia's arrival, and says the ol' girl should relax and take some time off with some swimming. (人◕ω◕) It's vexing to see a defendant so at peace with his circumstances. Damon isn't even a little bit peeved at his subordinates or trying to assert his innocence. Damon simply says there's no point in getting worked up; letting 'em see you sweat will only fuel the fires of suspicion even more. This isn't his first rodeo, and he's confident the investigation will inevitably reach the truth. So why should he panic or vent? (人◕ω◕)

Damon isn't that fussed about who his attorney winds up being. It's nice that Mia came out all this way for a lump of coal like him, but the Chief isn't in any rush, and there's probably worthier clients than him just waiting to pound down Mia's door. If Mia's so fussed, he can give her a letter of request to investigate the scene. Doesn't mean he accepts her defense, or that he'll tell her anything worthy of note just yet. But Damon does think it's sweet to see one of Lana's friends is such a go-getter. (人◕ω◕) He'll give Mia 'til the end of the day (or visiting hours rather) to have one last chat. He leaves it up to her to decide if his case is worth her attention.

Mia can see why her friend is so stressed. With a defendant like Gant, who needs prosecutors? (人◕ω◕) Is it his position as Chief that allows him to be so easygoing? Is it the lack of evidence they've been suffering that makes him think they won't be able to pronounce him Guilty? Whatever the case, he's brash, and all too smug. Mia doesn't understand why Lana respects this guy so much. (人◕ω◕)

Regardless, while Diego stays behind to watch the office, Mia heads out to the most recent crime scene with Ema and Lana... Or rather, the site where the body was discovered. Because in spite of the bloodstains around the body, investigators have their doubts about this being where the victim died. For one, it was behind a restaurant next to a dumpster area; the victim was never known to travel to this part of town, living farther north. Restaurant regulars have never seen the man before, at least as far as they've dug up so far.

There are other reasons, but sadly none that Lana are privy to. She's too close to Damon to be trusted with case information. And there's some really motivated investigators who have been suspicious of Gant for a while. Hence, Jake turns Lana away at the scene, and only through her recommendation is Mia (and Ema) allowed in. With his brother possibly on this case, Jake is determined to do this by the book and be ever watchful of the attorney.

... That said, Jake's easy to soften up because of two factors: One, his brother's alive and he's still a detective so he's not as lazy or bitter. Two, the fact that Mia is best friends with Lana means Jake puts a lot of stock in her as well. After all, he's still dating Lana. Mia and Jake have heard a lot about each other through Lana, they simply haven't had much time to properly be introduced. Conflicting schedules and all that. They have met before... Just don't know each other that well.

With Ema's forensic tools (luminol, fingerprinting powder, etc.), they determine the bloodstains around the body are rather one-sided (no stains were wiped or washed away). And Jake confirms the police have determined this as well; it's their theory these stains here are just from Gant kneeling down and...poking around the victim's body. For reasons he will not disclose. It's not a good look for him, but Mia's adamant that it's not... a noose around his neck. Not yet. Jake admires Mia for keeping it together under pressure, but he's pretty convinced of Gant's guilt. The old man's been up to something for a while, and the two of them aren't super fond of one another. Always quick to criticize one another... That's just how Jake's felt. And Angel is about the same; admired Lana and Damon as a pair of sleuthing legends, but the old man's been giving off weird vibes for the past couple years.

The investigation and subsequent trial days are... slow. They only have three days under the current system, so there's a lot of pressure to find anything that strongly implicates Gant... Double jeopardy and all that. Hence Chief Byrne's executive decision to have Phoenix and Calisto help on the investigation end of things, while Neil handles the courtroom. This turns out for the best as two more victims are found throughout those days... A total of five victims, and they can't even say the two latest discoveries were killed while Damon was in custody. The autopsies are tricky due to the people being reported as missing months ago... They seem fresh, but there's a chance they were kept in a refrigerated area.

Three days, a lot of pressure and a lot of tension... A number of witnesses are called in, investigators are questioned at length, Damon keeps getting pressed for his side of the story... Eventually, Mia homes in on Joe Darke. Not because he particularly stood out in his witness accounts, but because he didn't stand out... There was this mysterious air about him, how calm and collected he was on the stand despite the scenes he purportedly bore witness to and despite being questioned at length. Oh, he seemed caught off-guard with some of the inquiries, but it was always more of a...very casual surprise. Like if someone told you it was raining, and you looked out the window to check before returning to what you were doing. That sort of nonchalance.

Joe never went hard on Damon with his testimonies. That was why it took until the last day of the trial for Mia to home in on him. Joe's alibi for the murders was never ironclad, and he did get jumpy when they talked about the times of death being thrown off... The switchblade knife he carried with him had its tip broken off, and he had no ready answer for where it went.

... Damon does. At long last, he reveals just what he was up to with that third victim he found. The reason he inspected the body himself, without letting forensics take care of it... was that he wanted to ensure there was no foul play with the investigation. The M.O. with these murders is that not a single clue is left behind, ever - this got Damon thinking it might be an inside job, but overall he couldn't be too sure. But when he found the knife tip in the body that he very luckily came across... Damon knew he had something to blow the case wide open.

All he needed to do was lure out the perp by becoming a suspect. Joe Darke had never come forward until this trial, yet he was so intimately aware with some of the details... A broken switchblade knife was just what Damon needed to compare the knife tip with. Sure, he'll take the rap for concealing evidence, but it's a pittance compared to what Darke will receive if the tip matches the blade, and if the weapon matches with the victim's wound.

This is enough to send Joe into wild hysterics and try assaulting the defendant... But Neil steps in and restrains Joe before he can do any real harm. Once subdued and in police custody, all they have to do is wait and hear back from the lab about the evidence that Damon produced. To everyone's relief, it all checks out. It's not phony, there's little room for doubt that Joe's knife was the murder weapon for that victim... And what's more, Damon never knew the locations they found the fourth and fifth bodies in. He knew nothing about them. But Joe seemed to, and that's a lead to follow up on. With nothing incriminating Damon in any of these five serial killings, they have no choice but to declare him innocent as the day draws to a close. Joe Darke will be seized as a new suspect.

It's not, precisely, the happiest victory. Damon did perform a dirty trick to lure the culprit in... And there are those in the department who still don't trust him completely. But the fact remains, Damon didn't kill anyone, and he wasn't twisting people to do his bidding... Damon allowed them to reach this verdict on their own merits. All he did was produce the knife tip that he...preserved.

In the end, Damon liked what he saw from this new generation of lawyers and investigators. He never begrudged them suspecting him - after all, he couldn't be sure of who to trust either. It bothered him the murders were so meticulously handled... He really just wanted this culprit caught. The law seemed so... powerless. Against one anonymous man.

But in this trial, Damon saw hope. Lawyers, prosecutors, and police were working hand-in-hand. Sure, they butted heads at times... But they held out for those three days. Never gave up no matter how bleak things got... It was nowhere near like Manny or Blaise pulling their "miracles" back in the day. This was legit, and Damon only wished he didn't complicate matters with his actions.

Damon would let the prosecutors be. See where Chief Byrne steered that ship. He'd ease up the the department's stances against attorneys, at least the ones who earned their trust... Couldn't share everything prior to trials, but they didn't have to stonewall people legitimately trying to prove others' innocence.

They were entering a new age of the law. (人◕ω◕) There wasn't a need for Damon to interfere. Let the kiddos stumble and learn their way.

No one gets fired or laid off. Lana and Neil can continue prosecuting, Jake, Angel, and Goodman can all still be detectives... Damon's just here in a grandfatherly capacity now (still the Chief of Police), being tough on 'em at times but overall wishing them the best with their respective careers. (人◕ω◕)

It's gonna be different with all these new colorful faces sprinkled into the mix... But overall, it'll be great for fleshing out Mia and all the usual cast. There is more than one attorney in Japan. ... More than one detective. ... More than one prosecutor. (人◕ω◕) This is what we call fun~... \(人◕ω◕)/

[zot3-flopped]

Things are going from bad to worse for Liam Payne as his ex-fiancée Maya Henry launches blistering attacks on former One Direction singer online and clips of him dancing at his former bandmate Niall Horan's concert have gone viral.

YouTube star Henry, 23, has accused her ex of 'weaponising' the boyband's fan base and obsessively making contact with her through different phone numbers, more than two years after they split up.

Some of Payne's earliest faux pas date back to before the band split up when he landed himself in hot water with fans over Zayn Malik's departure.

In 2015, fans were left in uproar after the four remaining band members; Payne, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson, posed with some fans while holding up a poster of the band members.

However, as he smiled while carrying the poster, Payne appeared to deliberately cover up Malik's face - and faced the wrath of fans for doing so.

The cheeky star wrote on Twitter: '#makinglightofasituation sorry for the laughs guys.'

However, fans were quick to react and hit out at Liam for making light of his friend's absence.In recent years, the singer has become something of an internet sensation after a string of bizarre onscreen appearances which have become fodder for 'memes' and online jokes - and it has led some to dub him the 'David Brent' of music.

Meanwhile videos of the Wolverhampton-born singer sporting a T Bird-style hairdo, leather jacket and dance moves at Horan's Buenos Aires concert, while teasing screaming fans and smirking have curled people's toes around the world.

Some of Payne's earliest faux pas date back to before the band split up when he landed himself in hot water with fans over Zayn Malik's departure.

In 2015, fans were left in uproar after the four remaining band members; Payne, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson, posed with some fans while holding up a poster of the band members.

However, as he smiled while carrying the poster, Payne appeared to deliberately cover up Malik's face - and faced the wrath of fans for doing so.

The cheeky star wrote on Twitter: '#makinglightofasituation sorry for the laughs guys.'

However, fans were quick to react and hit out at Liam for making light of his friend's absence.

*****

Much more at link! Liam has done so many embarrassing things over the years, and this article documents all of them.

[warcloud-0813]

Ordinary Girl

The playful breeze seemed to be frolicking, using its hands to slowly blow apart the tattered clouds, while the azure sky and blazing red sun stood quietly watching from the side. Had the people living beneath it remained silent and picked up the fragments scattered across the ground, this might still have been a beautiful scene.

Naturally, the fact that I could think this meant I was hardly at leisure.

From 7 a.m. until now, much time had passed. The portioning and labeling of herbs, cleaning the shop, and attending the front counter—all these tasks made time flow away like water. If not for my stomach's timely growls and protests, I'd have thought it was still morning.

Yet this was precisely the most agonizing moment: because I'd find myself eagerly hoping time would hurry by while simultaneously worrying whether such distraction might incur the boss's displeasure.

The boss was named Derryth Bonecloak. Though a short female dwarf, her temper was no smaller than anyone else's. Anyone attempting to swindle her would be seen through, berated until drenched in blood, and finally blacklisted by the shop. The phrase "insulting without profanity" referred precisely to people like her—which was why I neither dared nor wished to provoke her.

"Sergio, move faster! Today Joel's at home with a broken foot, Skye can't get away because of a relative's funeral, and even Uriah—who never misses work—has run off using visiting his parents as an excuse. You'll have to work harder today!"

"Understood..."

As she said, today was truly unfortunate. Not only were other employees all absent, but outside the shop was unbearably noisy, with intermittent deafening explosions followed by overwhelming uproar—it sounded like something was being distributed.

After a morning of labor, the herb waste in the trash bin had likely piled up. So while heading to clean the entrance, I took the bin along to dump it in the plaza's trash barrel. Yet the moment I stepped half a foot outside, an unfamiliar yet youthful adult female voice pierced my ears—

"What a genius. While everyone else is celebrating the festival, you're still here working. Might as well come out with me."

To the left of the entrance on a platform sat a coldly elegant woman, leisurely perched on the stone railing as she looked down at me, as if what she saw wasn't a living person but some bizarre oddity.

Humans are social creatures after all. So long as one hasn't completely lost the desire for social interaction or travel, being influenced by herd mentality is nearly inevitable—and I was no exception. While wanting rest after exhausting work was normal, being the only one laboring inevitably brought loneliness and irritation. To claim I didn't want to accept this person's invitation would be a lie—but if the one to negotiate with was a certain dwarf...

Embarrassed, I cast a pleading look at Ms. Bonecloak. Yet her reaction wasn't its usual sternness—instead, she wore an expression of perfect understanding. But I hadn't even said anything yet!

The stranger seemed dissatisfied with my hesitation. With swift, practiced movements, she swung down from the railing, grabbed my right wrist, and prepared to depart. But I truly couldn't decide whether going out was appropriate, so I immediately clung to the doorframe with my left hand and directly asked Bonecloak: "Boss! If I let someone drag me away like this, does it count as skipping work?"

But instead of the expected outright refusal or permission, I was met with an expression of extreme disdain—she too seemed displeased by my indecision.

"Tch. I've lived for decades, and never met a fool as clueless as you. Today is Tarsakh 10—the city's holding its annual Spheres Festival. Don't tell me you've worked yourself stupid?"

"Huh?"

What? Spheres Festival? Today was the Spheres Festival? So that's why I kept hearing explosions—everyone else was celebrating...

"Uh... can I go take a look then?"

Finally catching on, I asked properly. Yet Bonecloak's expression remained unchanged—though her answer was unexpectedly different.

"Hmph. Since you knew to ask for clarification, I suppose you haven't gone senile yet. Anyway, everyone's busy collecting gold coins and gems today—doubt any customers will visit. Joel, Skye and Uriah—those brats surely took leave for this. Just don't get yourself hurt. If your parents come knocking, I won't listen to a word of their nonsense."

"Alright, I'm off then."

With Bonecloak's permission, I nodded and answered softly before turning to leave. But the grip on my right hand reminded me—someone else was waiting.

"What, still scared of being fired? If any boss dared to be so stingy as to deny festival leave, their shop would've gone bankrupt long ago. Come with me without worries.”

Before I could even respond, the unfamiliar woman firmly grabbed my hand and began to run, dragging me along. I stumbled after her like a hound with a leash tightly fastened around its neck, my legs moving uncontrollably in a frantic sprint.

"Hey! What's your name? What exactly are you in such a hurry to drag me out for?"

"Jenevelle. And yours?"

"Sergio..."

"A short name. Much better than mine."

Hah? What was she saying? What did she even want?

Faced with her blatant non-answers—as if I'd asked the sky and she'd replied about the earth—I gave up on further questioning. Instead, I tried to gradually match her pace, hoping to at least figure out our destination. By the time we were both panting heavily, the unfamiliar woman finally came to a stop, giving me my first real chance to take in our surroundings.

The surroundings matched perfectly with the explosions I'd heard while working. The ground was nearly covered with obvious shoe prints and glass fragments, and the crowd gathered here could truly be described as a sea of people. Even before the prize-filled glass spheres were launched and exploded, the incessant discussions and cheers of the people stabbed at my eardrums, making me frown and cover my ears with my hands.

Not long after I did this, someone promptly grabbed my right hand and pulled me away. I turned to see who it was, only to immediately lock eyes with Jenevelle. Flustered, I quickly looked away. But in those brief few seconds of memory, I didn't detect even a trace of embarrassment on her face. She seemed cold and rude—no, more like aloof and socially awkward...

Though if I had to turn the evaluation back on myself, I was probably the more socially awkward one. And now that I thought about it, in that fleeting memory, her ears seemed... pointed? Her features were also far more striking than most people's. I hadn't seen many human women who looked like that, but I vaguely recalled a half-orc man mentioning a similar race when I delivered medicine to him once. Half-something...? Ah, right—half-elves. She was probably one of them.She was probably one of them. He'd said they were especially rare and that people often discriminated against them—even emphasized that it was humans and elves talking smack. I didn’t really understand these things, though...

BOOM—!

Ugh... A familiar, thunderous explosion suddenly tore through the air. Since I hadn’t been thinking about the festival at all, my entire body jerked in surprise. Just as I recovered and was about to check my surroundings, some kind of metal object smacked me near the eye. I immediately grabbed it and examined it closely—only to realize it was a gold coin, essential for trade. It didn’t feel right to take money without knowing who it belonged to, but since today was the Spheres Festival, keeping it was probably fine.

No sooner had I tucked the coin into my pocket than someone’s hand yanked me toward an unknown direction. When we finally stopped and I turned to look, it was Jenevelle again, dragging me into an empty corner. She stood there expressionless, arms crossed, right foot resting on her left calf, her shoulders relaxed against the stone wall behind her. Her intentions were completely inscrutable.

"You don’t seem used to the Spheres Festival. Is work really more appealing than celebrating?"

"Joining the crowd doesn’t pay, and who knows if I’ll end up deafened or knocked over? Might as well work steadily."

"How doesn’t it pay? The rewards are lavish enough to literally shower coins and gems. This isn’t about having money or not—it’s about free gains right in front of you. With good luck, you could secure wealth for life. Don’t you want to strike it rich?"

......

Now that she mentioned it, she had a point. But while my parents and I shared similar thoughts, we fundamentally didn’t believe in get-rich-quick possibilities. So-called "windfalls" were just accidental luck. Since we’d never fantasized about a life of prosperity, we naturally had no interest in such commotion.

"That would be nice, but it’s just a possibility, not a certainty. My family and I don’t trust things that aren’t guaranteed, so we don’t participate."

"I see. You’re an old stick-in-the-mud, then. Fine. I only joined this event on a whim anyway. Since I’m not in the mood anymore, there’s no point staying. I’m leaving—why don’t you escort me? Consider it a courtesy, like a gallant knight seeing off a lady."

Pfft. Me, a "gallant knight"? And now I’m supposed to follow "courtesy"? Whatever. If not for her prodding, I wouldn’t have abandoned work to come out here. Returning now would just mean idling around, so walking with her through the city would at least kill time.

"Just to the gate?"

Jenevelle didn’t answer. She merely nodded before turning to leave. To honor my promise, I hurried to her side so she wouldn’t leave me behind.

"Why did you come to the city? You were in such a hurry to drag me to the plaza earlier, but now you seem completely indifferent."

"My father said the house needed a big cleaning today, but he and my mother could handle it, so they told me to go out and kill time. Since the Spheres Festival was happening, I came to see the excitement."

...That was it? Just casually pulling a stranger along for company—for a woman, wasn’t that way too reckless? Who knew if the person might have ill intentions?

A long silence followed, neither of us speaking another word. The atmosphere turned strange—awkward, unfamiliar, or maybe just stiff—until we finally reached the city’s exit, where she abruptly broke the silence.

"I should go. Here—take this. Consider it payment for indulging my whims."

Jenevelle stopped, turned, and handed me a pouch. It felt heavy in my grip. When I opened it, it was packed with gold coins. All I did was accompany her—was such a grand reward really necessary?

"Ha... I picked it up during the Spheres Festival. It’s not mine or my parents’ money, and it’s definitely not stolen. Just take it."

She seemed slightly annoyed by my hesitation, but at least she didn’t snatch the pouch back. So I obeyed, fastening it to my belt. Yet in those brief seconds, when I looked up again, she was already far down the road, her figure gradually vanishing into the distance...

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When I tried giving Shadowheart a low ponytail hairstyle in-game, it suddenly struck me - this version of her might never have had any connection to Selûne or Shar at all. And if that's possible... what if my Sharran Tav was the same? This coincidence sparked the inspiration for this fanfiction. After several days of work, it's finally taken the shape I envisioned. I hope it doesn't come across as too rough - though I feel this creative energy really should have gone into my main series novel instead. Unfortunately, thanks to all the bugs in Hotfix #30, I had to roll back my game to Patch 7. After spending what felt like forever troubleshooting mods, I nearly lost all motivation to write. The only saving grace was that I still had some lingering creative ideas about Shadowheart and my Sharran Tav - which is ultimately why this fic exists at all.

↑(Fig. 1: Riva Marsk; Fig. 2: Toby Marsk.)

Also, I should explain how my Sharran Tav (hereafter referred to as 'Sergio') came to have this background. In the headcanon of my main series novel, his parents were originally farmers who made a living growing and selling vegetables on their land. However, after Sergio's birth, their land was confiscated, and they were forcibly assigned assistant work for herbalists—gathering herbs or assisting with trades. This job demanded grueling labor day after day, often drawing complaints from clients and merchants. The pay was meager, the work eroded their patience, and even six-year-old Sergio had to help his parents. Eventually, the family was sent by the merchants to harvest herbs in the Underdark. Things didn't go as planned. No drow appeared as expected—instead, duergar ambushed them from the shadows, knocking them unconscious and binding their limbs. Then came the 'return ticket' to Baldur's Gate. When the duergar reached the city gates and forced the slaves to march on foot, Sergio's childhood guide—a Dark Moon monk—intervened to stop them. But Sergio's parents were just ordinary farmers; they couldn't withstand even the slightest scare from slavers. As they tried to flee, the duergar shot them dead with arrows. In the end, the Dark Moon monk sent Sergio to an asylum managed by Sharrans in the Lower City: Nightwalker's Ballad.

↑(Director Nailo)

Under the years of meticulous care from the director, Stanley Nailo, Sergio quickly grew into an exceptional Initiate. A tattoo bearing Shar's symbol was inked on his neck, marking him as a true Sharran. Yet at age fourteen, while comforting a poor child on the streets of the Lower City, he was suddenly slashed across his right eye by a hot-tempered Selûnite's scimitar. From his recovery, it was clear the wound carried Selûne's divine power, making it impossible for him to work alongside any Sharran comrades. If anyone with Shar's power came within a meter of him, Sergio's wound would burn with unbearable pain and bleed. (This is also why, in my planned Act 2, he couldn’t get physically close to Shart before seeking Isobel's help.) The original plan to train him as a scout like the Dark Moon monks was scrapped, so Nailo reassigned him as the asylum's gatekeeper to maintain security.

In this AU, I've stripped away all the serious lore. The family still holds the same job, but they evade the duergar's capture, and their employer becomes the solitary Derryth Bonecloak. As a result, Sergio's personality is no longer as paranoid as in the main story—though still sensitive, it’s toned down to being merely considerate of others’ perspectives. As for Shart, she still lives in the forest with her parents but has no connection to Selûne or Shar—just a shy, reserved half-elf girl.

I realize I’ve rambled quite a bit, but sometimes it’s fun to dwell on these non-canon yet intriguing AUs.

[yorkiegregg]

I don’t know if this is just on me or not, and I haven’t seen an uproar on this so like who’s to say y’know, but I find it increasingly frustrating that when posts and communication on Psychosis and how people need to stop being afraid of Psychotic people becomes popular, It always seems to be under the same theme of “Psychosis can happen to anybody!” “Psychosis is completely normal, and Psychotic people are just people with regular thoughts… but with some quirks!” “Psychosis is very easily relatable! See (usually with some examples of how other disabilities and disorders can be seen as similar to Psychosis)”. Because like, okay yeah, but you have to respect us and treat us with decency even when we are not relatable, and I don’t know how to tell you this but that’s a very frequent thing that happens. Will you still be all about treating us right even if theres bizarre delusions involved? Or stereotypical symptoms that you may find in misinterpretations of us, such as hearing voices, that we are actually experiencing? Why does it always have to be “we can relate to them!”, rather than seeing our differences and still nonetheless respecting us. It feels disrespectful honestly. It does because you can tell a good portion of these people are simply ignoring a whole pool of symptoms we have in favor of treating us as a newly-relatable subject. I don’t know.