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[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Finally, the reason why that Berliner gramophone player is explained:

allowing Emerald to listen to the theme tune while the Inspector pilots the BOOTH.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

adding 'tentacles are in the walls' to my list of vague x mansion facts

(X-Men #25)

[anglerflsh]

mercy and law

[potoo-nest-is-garbage-nest]

Just began Midsomer Murders and. Wtf. What is this place they live in.

[gudakdalee]

I know william and others often accuse Eliza of her AMBITION, AMBITION, AMBITION, but what I've finally understood about her in the last few eps of Season 3 is that it's not just about her career ambitions- investigating is her PASSION.

it almost feels like something she can't control.

it's a part of her personality, her intellectual desires, her curiosity, her calling. It's not just a professional ambition or goal that she can choose to switch to another field or career.

It makes her a more relatable and likable character when I see that it's not bc she wants to 'get ahead in her career at all costs so she'll take a case even if william asks her not to', but it's more of 'I am so passionate and curious about finding who did this and solving something that puzzles me that it's hard for me to say no if you ask me and it's just unfortunate happenstance that you were slightly involved before.'

I realized this bc I was shipping William/Eliza, and thinking how brilliantly crafted the emotional conflict is between why they would WORK TOGETHER SO WELL, but also why they could potentially ruin their friendship.

Bc I thought, Eliza!!! WHY CANT YALL JUST GET TOGETHER!! Is your ambition really so strong that you would let that get in the way of your relationship with William?

Well, 1) ambition is not a flaw, nor is passion, and it just so happens that the path of her passion intersects, often uncomfortably, with william's values and expectations

and 2) william will need to adjust his expectations and POV if he is to seriously consider Eliza as a romantic partner bc she deserves FULL acceptance emotionally, professionally, and aspirational-ly.

[lockwoodshitposting]

You know. That meme.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Seska in ‘state of flux’ literally acting for her life you gotta love her

[twilight-hills]

Make no mistake she wants to say "Kill yourself", but someone from HR got onto her about it before so she has to come up with alternatives that gets the same point across.

[femenaces]

I cannot stress enough to you that all American government agencies are falling apart at the seams right now and they will not be put back together for the foreseeable future. EPA DHS ED VA FDA NIH IRS CDC HHS NPS etc... Elon Musk is dismantling everything. Anyone who resigns or is laid off now, the word we (I am an agency employee) are receiving internally is that their position will be abolished, not backfilled.

Do you like eating clean, safe food?

Do you like having clean, safe air and water?

Do you want experts monitoring developing infectious diseases?

Do you like getting tax returns?

Do you want your children to have free, quality, public education?

If so, you need to write to your senators and representatives RIGHT NOW. Trump is not obeying the rule of law. He is illegally firing all the inspectors general of these agencies (they are literally being escorted by security out of their offices) so that there is no one left to stop him from doing quite literally anything he wants. He has bypassed the internal structure of all of the agencies by plugging in external email servers to push typo-filled emails and memos written by employees of the heritage foundation directly into the inbox of every federal agency employee in the country, threatening to terminate them.

The rule of law is dead. The only mechanism left to stop any of this is mass public outcry via convincing your state's congressmen & women to do something, because right now they are staying absolutely silent and none of us in these agencies can figure out why. A massacre is happening right now and every single American will feel the material, concrete consequences of this in their daily lives very soon if nothing is done.

Please help me boost this information.

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

It came across as rather an attack on the fans when the Inspector and Belinay find themselves climbing out of a telly in the parlour of a group of fans of their show,

only for the Inspector to have to insist that the fans were the ones who were fictional, not them and Belinay.

[hyperch1ptune]

idk if it’s evil if I just. “steal” certain characters from crappy Inspector Gadget spin-off’s (IMO) & write them in a way that doesn’t piss me off

idk if i’m becoming more of a AVGN as I get older & gain more critic knowledge but DUDE - dose Spydra’s story not piss u off?? especially w her unnecessary vulture lackey????? dose Talon not piss u off w how interesting of a character concept he is only 2 be some run-down papa’s boy who’s wrapped up in this crappy “ohhhooh funny unwilling romance lmaaooo” type scenario????

it’s really sad how this is the only way I can like the characters either way uhgghukl

[mariocki]

Prophecy (1979)

"It's a mutagen."

"A mutagen, what is that?"

"Freakism! Freakism, that's what's been going on out there. That's why there's a goddamn salmon five feet long, and a tadpole the size of what a bullfrog should be!"

[hasufin]

Shrinkflation

So, I found out a fun fact this last weekend!

Every state has a Department of Weights and Measures. One of their jobs is to make sure that companies are actually selling you the quantities they claim they're selling. For example, this is the department which tests gas pumps and makes sure they're really pumping out a gallon of gas when they charge you for a gallon of gas.

So....

If you happen to, just as an example, notice that your 1lb (16 ounce) box of San Giorgio spaghetti actually only has 10oz of noodles, and you weigh your other boxes of spaghetti to discover they run from 10 to 14 ounces but never the full pound they're supposed to have, and that's why you never seem to have enough pasta for leftovers the next day, then you can report that to the Department of Weights and Measures.

They will want to know where you bought the item, and then will investigate whether the store or the manufacturer is routinely shorting customers. If they do, they will issue a fine to the offending party, you will be eligible for a refund, and under some circumstances lawsuits may follow.

Now, I don't know the outcome of the complaint I just initiated, but they did not want to know specific receipts or times of purchase. Which is good for me as I didn't keep any of those things, at the time I just said "Wow, fuck San Giorgio" and switched brands. But this is still enough to get an inspector out.

[clochanamarch]

broke: neighbor/housemate/colleague threads are a bit safe and limited in terms of how they can develop and where they can lead to.

woke: working at the diner where there's a portal that randomly and selectively teleports people into different universes and timelines, a mysterious and sinister organization is trying to break down ur employer, a vampire has somehow hypnotized the council into giving said diner a liquor license just so he can be a bartender close to home, and three regency-era icons are trying to host a ball every week. living in an apartment where u have breakfast with the same regency trio, a dnd hero, a knife-throwing queen, a world-renowned hacker and a cellist who survived a harrowing social experiment. being a neighbour to a family that keeps growing without rhyme nor reason and a woman with secrets that outnumber her squad.

[onesaltyerik]

It's really fuckin sad that the healthy housing inspector guy I'm working with to help my flat and I argue our case to leave, has treated me with the respect and decency of a genuine human being far more than my own family.

[megapteraurelia]

pussy inspector rin. — suna x you | hq

SUMMARY; suna rintaro, who lets you get away with a lot, except when you try to rile him up on purpose. WARNINGS; 18+; f!reader; fingering; oral (f!receiving); p in v (unprotected); squirting; degradation and objectification; dumbification; mention of piss; not proofread!! WORD COUNT; 2470.

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

When you slip your hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass in public, he just lets it happen. He doesn't move your fingers or pulls a face; unimpressed look still etched in the slant of his gaze, the barest hint of a slow eyebrow raise. With your palm full of him, he doesn't care at all if anybody throws him any weird looks. If anything, he loves shrugging in their faces, voice languid and unhurried when he replies with, "This loser's a bit handsy."

"You're dumb," he says when you steal all his thick clothes in the dead of winter, and then throw him a look like he's at fault when you're outside, having started rubbing your arms despite wearing his shirt and his hoodie already. He lets you, though, as he peels his jacket off his shoulders because— , "Stay dumb."

Suna Rintaro lets you even get away with whispering filthy shit in his ear in front of the guys. Sunarin has spent a lot of time on the internet; masking his face when you decide to climb onto his lap, fingers brushing over his clothed cock as if you were only adjusting yourself, is a piece of cake, really. When your lips touch the shell of his ears, voice almost purring, "Poor baby, bet your hand's been getting more action than I give you lately," he allows you that, too.

Suna Rintaro who likes when you push limits, he does; it shoots a thrill down his spine seeing the triumphant look in your eyes when you think you've gotten away with another mischievous tease, when you pretend the sex scene in the movie wasn't affecting you even though he could tell that it does by the shifting of your legs, the press of your thighs. He does enjoy it because he likes the dumb face he'll have you make after way more.

So, he lets you get away with things until you strive to see the muscle in his jaw jump, until his eyes narrow and his voice cuts a little sharper, "That supposed to be funny?"

"Relax," you blink up at him, a sweet grin on your face, "It's harmless."

"Yeah? That why he's still looking like you'll go back to him?"

It is harmless.

Running a hand up that guy's shoulder at the party really doesn't mean anything — not when you had sent a look over the idiot's shoulder straight at Rintaro, your lashes brushing your cheeks with a demure smile. But Rin's hand rests on the back of your neck now, thumb just barely caressing the skin of your jaw, in the quiet way he always likes to touch you.

Suna Rintaro who drags you into an empty bedroom when you linger near that guy again, catching your wrist when you walk by, grip tight, neck tense, not even looking back at you.

The bed was soft, bouncy when his hand finds your chest to push you on it, when his other hand of his comes to grip your jaw, thumb finding its way into your mouth, heavy pressure on your tongue. Your hands scratch at his waist, but he doesn't budge even once. Instead, he lets his weight sink you down a little further, knee forcing your thighs apart.

"Nah, none of that. You want attention so bad?" Suna's eyes are sharp, hand travelling down to pick your wrists up like it was nothing, long fingers curling around your skin, "Cool. I'll give you as much as you deserve."

Leaving your mouth, his hand is slow, methodical in the way he strips you down; your protests weak, attempts to fight against him even weaker, because when he doesn't kiss you, when he doesn't praise you but instead stares down at the way you're laying on the bed with your legs spread, it has your skin vibrating, breath shallow, spit collecting at the back of your throat.

His face doesn't look impassive anymore, and you almost wish it would — instead, there's a sharp glint in his eyes, mocking and deliberate all the same. His lips are curved, but not in a smile, not in any way that shares your humour, but more like he's enjoying watching you dig your own grave, enjoying digging it with you.

His head tilts, "You've been acting like a spoiled little whore all day."

A whine catches in your throat, one that you try to swallow down as soon as it tries bubbling up. You don't want to give him the satisfaction, you don't.

His finger catches the hem of your underwear and he yanks it up, watches the way the damp fabric clings to your lips, the way your pussy quivers, "Look at that, you're ruining your panties. Kinda pathetic. This what you want that freak downstairs to see?"

Shaky exhale, a challenge in your eyes, "S-so what of it?"

"You're right," Suna says, a digging note in the lazy tenor of his, and it's sudden the way he lets go of your hands to grip your thighs; your heart lurching when he yanks you to the edge of the bed. There's a dull sound of his knees hitting the ground, his shoulders shoving your legs far apart, "Let's see what you got to show for then, yeah?"

When you squirm, he drapes an arm over your abdomen, pressing you down on the mattress heavily, with purpose. Your fingers scratch at his skin, but he ignores it; his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your cunt, his other slowly pulling your puffy folds apart with his fingers.

He hums, low, judging, and his breath feels cool against the wetness, "What a mess."

Fingers drag through your slick, slow with just enough pressure to make you gasp. You try to catch the movement with more control, hips begging against the hold he's got on you, but he's lifting his hand up and away already, watching the strings of pussy drool stretch between his fingers with a raised brow.

"I haven't even touched you properly, but you're already primed to go. Tell me, how do you walk around with such a needy pussy and pretend you have dignity?"

Sunarin doesn't even wait until you've opened your mouth, finger tapping your clit once, just to watch you flinch. His eyes gleam with amusement this time, shoulders slipping underneath your thighs now, voice low, "Pathetic little twitches, can't even handle my fingers. What makes you think you'll have a chance with anybody else, hm?"

He taps again, slower this time, tracing just enough to make you shiver but never enough to give you relief. Pressing the back of your hand to your mouth, your voice comes out whiny anyway, an insult on your tongue, a plea, j-just hurry already.

"What's that?" ignoring you and your whimper, his thumb holds you open whilst he leans in, close enough to breathe on you, to smell your scent, but he still doesn't touch you, "All swollen. Desperate. So very embarrassing. But you like this, don't you? Spread open like some cheap toy for me to rate."

Pearls trickle down between your cheeks, wetting the sheets beneath, sticky against your skin and when his tongue swipes over your sensitive sodden folds, your legs jerk out of instinct, trying to close around his head — he slaps the inside of your thigh with a lazy smack of his hand.

"Did i say you could move?"

"T-then you move, Rin— ah—"

His fingers sink inside you so easily, no resistance, his knuckles hitting your skin with a sharp sound, one that has heat shoot through your chest only to pool low. Your stomach tenses, eyes flutter, lips parting like you're trying not to moan, and your hips grind against his hand, chasing any type of friction, any type of filling he can give you, anything of his.

"So fucking needy," his breath comes out a little heavier, and when he speaks again, he's right against your pussy, "Just waiting to be used, are you even really a person like this, hn?"

Another heavy puff, "Don't know if you even deserve to."

But his mouth sinks down to meet your pussy anyway, tongue lapping up your juices like a dog, and here, in the middle of a stranger's bed, he pulls you closer against his face, against his tongue, the fucking of his fingers, their curling to find that gooey spot inside you that makes your whole body jerk, that has your thighs press against his ears.

When he catches his breaths in between licking you, shaky, his voice comes out muffled, rough, "Oh, I don't—" obscene squelches, "—know if I can—" clap, clap, clap of his hand, "—send you down like that. You taste bad. Honestly, hah—" groans, slurping, rutting his hips against the bed post, "— it's d-disappointing."

The heel of your foot comes down on his back at his words, voice crying out at the way he suckles your clit, the way he pulls it into his mouth like he's going to suck out your life through this puffed nub. His fingers are relentless, each stroke catching you off guard, has your abdomen tensing underneath his grip.

"Can't k-keep up? Figures," spit dribbles past his lips, wetting his fingers more: slick and slicker. The sudden contact sparks a strange, raw sensation, unfurling from your tensed toes to your calves, burning through your thighs, pooling deep inside with a weird and urgent ache.

"Ri—ah, Rin, feels— h-ngh."

His fingers move fast, no hesitation, mouth latched onto you, like he knows exactly what you're going to say. His gaze pins you down, nose wet and pushing against your folds, eyes glazed slightly, but the heated mocking is still written clear across his half-visible face.

And then—

Gone.

"Rintaro!"

Whines loud in the room, desperation bitter on your tongue, your hips buck against thin air, but none of his touches. With a barely suppressed chuckle, he wipes his fingers on your thigh, close enough to make you tremble, but far enough from your weeping cunt that tries to contract around nothing that you cry out again.

He shuts you up when his pruned fingers find their way between your lips, feeding them deep into your mouth as he leans over you, "You keep pretending to have this fuckass attitude, but look at you now. Legs open, brain off. You don't even care how stupid you look drooling like that, huh?"

The swollen head of his cock nudges against your quivering hole, "Can't even think, just take and take and take like the dumb little thing you are."

Suna Rintaro slips in like he's meant to be there, like you're nothing more than a hole, there to warm his fingers, there to engulf his dick, to bring him pleasure. He fucks you like he owns you, like you own him, like nobody can ruin you like he can, like he wants you to remember it deeply with every kiss of skin to skin, with every thrust, with every slip of your legs from his shoulder that he catches at once.

And you take it like he's carved himself into you, like he's the only one allowed to take you apart and put you back together, like you could etch it into his very being with the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking your own juices off him.

"He can -ah- look all he wants," Sunarin groans against your leg, his mouth finding the pulse point on your ankle to suck a memory onto your flesh, "Harmless, hm? T-this — n-nah, don't you cry now. You asked for this,you wa-hanted me to fuck you stupid."

Fingers pulled out of your mouth, he drapes himself forward, sweaty chest pressed against yours, the coarse hair underneath his belly button scratching your own skin as he devours your mewls with his own lips.

You breathe heavy; the feeling of him all over you, in you as his hips snap over and over again with an overwhelming stretch too much for you. Stomach tingling, tears pricking your eyes, your toes start tensing on his shoulder as another zing of this same urgency shoots through you.

You don't say anything this time, swallow the words down, but to no avail — it's like Rin knows. Like his thumb finding your swollen clit is not a coincidence, like him pushing himself deeper inside you is urging you to submit, begging you to give in to this feeling.

And you do.

White-hot pleasure runs through your veins, numbing your senses, back arching, trembling legs as you wet his abdomen uncontrollably. Suna's hisses and groans are hard against your ears, "There she is, ah. That's what I wanted. I-it's like you're pissing yourself, huh? So fu-hah-fucking nasty," as his hips grow sloppy in their thrusts, stuttering, a whine building up in his throat.

He cums without warning, hot spurts of ropes shooting into you as he fucks his spilling back, teeth digging into your neck, hair tickling your face. His hips jerks with tiny movement when he continues, as if his need to bury himself in you and keep his seed from trickling out overpowers the sensitivity of his cock.

It was silent for a few minutes, heavy breaths and the soft squelching of Suna moving inside you the only thing existing in the space between you, tiny grunts leaving his lips and you do have hold back an eyeroll at him fucking himself stupid.

His teeth hurt your skin and when you shift, he lets go, licking over it in a half-apology, voice raw as his lips find your flesh in a kiss again and again, "You did well, pretty baby. For me. You were made for me."

Suna Rintaro who lets you get away with a lot.

Who allows you to manhandle his body in any way you want to, his muscles pliant underneath your hands as you seek his comfort within the confines of his arms. Who doesn't mind that you steal his clothes instead of using your own, even if that means he'd have to leave this house shirtless and shoeless. Who pushes you in front of him as you walk past that idiot who really thought you were free to have, who allows you to pull his body on top of yours on the couch, a weighted blanket all for your own.

Whose hands hold your neck now, though not as a warning, but in a way that is safe, that cradles you close to him. His fingers massage your body, his sharp nose tracing the shell of your ear and when his teeth gently bites your earlobe—

"Try pulling that shit again, though, and next time I won't be so nice."

Well, maybe not a whole lot.

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