so this next arc in htlgi relies somewhat on the citizens of the glades assisting black canary with her investigation into the missing people and while i do not regret making her a mostly well liked figure in the glades in this fic and generally enjoy the whole the citizens of this comic book city love their resident superhero vibe....
realistically speaking how fucking spooky would it be to live in a city with a bunch of costumed and masked vigilantes?
you already live in a city with an extremely high crime rate that honestly must feel full on lawless at times and now you’ve got a bunch of random faceless weirdos appearing as if from nowhere in the dark of night with their oddly fancy violence and fetish get ups, melting into and out of the shadows, and speaking to you in straight up demonic sounding voices.
like yeah it’d be nice to be saved from the cliche of being mugged in a dark alley but then you’ve got to worry if this possible demon with a discount at party city is going to eat you.
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I’m back with more slightly disturbing thoughts about transformers.
Ok listen.
I think cybertronians should be more freaked out by the fact humans eat other living things.
Like come on, bots only ingest energon which is inanimate crystal juice, they’re regularly grossed out by normal organic functions, and you’re telling me they don’t bat at eye at the idea of their friendly little Sentient companions straight up killing other animals and eating them??? I feel like that should def cause more cognitive dissonance for them, esp autobots since they actually get close to humans.
Like I can see them being grossed out but accepting of the fact that wild animals eat each other- they are WILD animals and all, not exactly sentient or even necessarily intelligent after all. But HUMANS? The organic creatures that are the closest to them (going by tfp standards where they don’t mention many other organic species) in terms of structure and emotion and intelligence?? That has to be concerning on some level to them.
Referencing tfp and MTMTE where they have scraplets and sparkeaters, i feel like that’s what they’d kind of associate it with which would freak them out more. God forbid they hear about how common cannibalism is in survival situations, I don’t even know if they’d be able to sympathize the slightest bit with that considering as far as I know cannibalism Isn’t Really A Thing for them. That’s a thought in of itself tbh, would they be able to reckon with the concept of being so hungry you’d eat people you know, when it’s physically impossible for them to do that? How do you rationalize the choices others make in desperate situations when you know you’d never have to make that choice anyway and you’ll never have their perspective on it?
Anyways, I’m entertained by the idea of them being able to ignore stuff like nuggets or patties considering it doesn’t look recognizable as what it is but being downright repulsed by steaks, especially if its bloody or has bone visible. They don’t like the visual reminders of their sweet little organic friends consuming flesh and blood. Too freaky for them.
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This is jumping the queue bc some really cool people reblogged my last post of Corey and they escaped containment.
Updated sidestep design perpetual WIP
Sidestep days vs retribution. They're slowly reacquiring their self expression. Next book will probably be the full return of the scene/punk look
Bonus Corey sans most of their clothing to show off their tattoos under the cut. CW for healed SH scars
Yes that is Ortega's bedroom yes I half assed it. I drew this background in my car at work when it was like 110 degrees idgaf
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Everyone should invite me to their homes and then I'll come and be weird and we can spend some time together and then eat a meal.
What about that
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friend from work offered me a dead bird to taxidermy today bc it died in his apartment complex stairwell
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sorry babes but Regulus wouldn’t be mean/snarky to anyone he isn’t close to or trusts. He’s the perfect Black heir, who keeps his mouth shut about his opinions.
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Disability stuff
While it was really nice to catch up with my friend, she did point out something I don't really know what to do with. I will preface this by saying she did not point this out in an unkind way. I will also say that we've been friends since highschool and even though there are typically long gaps in between us seeing each other, she's quite familiar with me.
I struggle much more with my words than I used to. In my younger years I was often called pretentious because I used very precise words. But more often, particularly in the last few years, I find myself struggling to recall or get out the exact words I want.
It's very frustrating and I do, depending on the company, express that frustration by saying things like " I do have words" or "I know words".
For example, today I was telling her that I'd recently tried my hand at homemade perogies. I was trying to say that I'd bought a dumpling press but could not recall those two, relatively simple, words. I ended up resorting to hand gestures.
My friend wondered if it's because I talk less to people these days but I'm not sure it is. I wonder if it's related to unmasking more and being less hyper focused on/rehearsing precisely what I'm going to say next?
I could be totally off too. But while it's definitely a thing I've noticed about myself, I didn't realize how different it is from my younger self.
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Play for Today: The Flipside of Dominick Hide (BBC, 1980)
"Complacent with your mission, Dominick? Amusing, the history of transport. We've made a modicum of progress: trips are regulated to microseconds, punctuality taken for granted."
"Yes."
"Why then were you two minutes late on your double return? Machine fault?"
"No. I'm sorry."
"I accept apology. Reason?"
"It was raining. Rain slows everything. I saw an old woman knocked down and I was checking how long before help reached her. The medi-car was blocked in progress, I think she died."
"So?"
"I thought it might be interesting."
"People are not your conspectus, Dominick. If you wish to study people, watch old films."
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@sorrowsick • Zahrosa sent : “Someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. You were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were.“
Mazie’s initial response is a mere raising of her eyebrows, but the Nightmare next to her takes offense. Castle huffs, somewhere between a laugh and a growl, and hauls himself to his feet. It is not a small dog he takes the form of, as his shoulders come just below Mazie’s hips. She rests her hand between his shoulder blades; part comfort for herself, part reminder to him to behave. The witch before her unsettles her in ways she struggles to comprehend, and she knows Castle is picking up on that.
“You are not wrong that my training has been… slapdash,” she says slowly, “but that does not mean I was left unloved. I could not ask for a better mum and dad, better siblings, and Madeline did the best she could with the knowledge she had.” Madeline had bound her and Castle, after all.
Mazie tips her head to the Nightmare. “As for unprotected, well. I doubt anyone could argue that.” The Nightmare grins, and it is not the grin of a dog, with too many, too long, too sharp teeth.
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