#manufacturer parts

[jhon12-me]

[voidedjuice]

Songstress robot model UTA-3305, assigned to entertain guests at a high-end restaurant. Currently slowly going out of order due to lacking maintenance, and the presence of foreign biological material growing inside it.

Though it is a robot, it wishes to come to understand the human emotions it's been made to sing about all its "life". Please do entertain it with your stories while you pass by.

[starliteonearth]

Based on the discussion on whether or not Paul is actually the Messiah for the Freemen and/or the Bene Gesserit, I would like to put forth the idea that the Kwisazt Haderach isn't necessarily a fated person but a higher state that can be obtained, through the specific combination of the right genetics and the right circumstances. It's an evolutionary step (albeit an engineered one). This is why the Reverend Mother mentioned in the first movie that they had other prospects at play if Paul were to fail his promise/potential. Their centuries of careful breeding was only one part of the process. The male candidate(s) would also have to go through certain circumstances and be tested, with surviving the Water of Life being the final and most important test/step. And since no man has ever been able to do so, the survivor would prove that he has "evolved" and has become what they for so long sought. So, it wasn't that Paul was necessarily the fated one but that everything around him and within him worked to make him become the Kwisazt Haderach.

[canisalbus]

Imagine if Machete was Muslim instead of Catholic. His name would be something like Saif سيف, and Vasco would probably be something like Dhahabi ذَهَبِيّ

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[mattastr0phic]

[identifying-cellphones-in-posts]

Super slow day at work so I identified and labeled every recycled android we have in our parts bin.

Isn't it beautiful

[wild-magic-oops]

It's so cute that Gale pays a sorcerer Tav/Durge a compliment about their magic:

For reference - this is the line a cleric gets:

[violent138]

Bruce should always send a new sword for Slade every year after he learns what Clark did.

An intriguing concept, thank you anon. I think it would freak Slade out that a) Batman knows where he is every year (a fact not even Slade’s kids are always privy to) b) Batman is so unbothered by the threat of Slade that he sends over a sword.

I personally think Bruce would send a joke gift if anything. He's got an odd sense of humour (see him photographing a sleep walking Penguin), but I can't see him letting Slade use that sword and taunting him about it later.

[asmodeauxx]

they gift and he keeps, as cruel as he may be,, (wip)

[clowndensation]

it's like. louis attempted to tell this story to daniel the first time, broke down, and attacked him before he could finish it.

and then decades later he's convinced himself that it was leaving the story unresolved that's holding him back from living his life fully now. so he invites daniel back again. and louis is sitting poised and put together, confident in his ability to recite his history in a pretty, poignant, neat little narrative that will resolve all the guilt and yearning and emptiness inside of him. that if he can just tell a compelling, satisfying story, maybe it will actually be that, and not the life he lived through, with all the pitfalls of his own failures lurking inside.

and then season 1 ends with him once again being forced to confront that the story he wants to imagine and the life he actually lived aren't the same thing. the boundaries around his narrative are shredded and he's left exposed, and subsequently able to face his past for the first time since that original interview. and you think, you think, "well this is it. they've crossed the event horizon. there's no use hiding the truth anymore, not after it's come flooding out into the open like this"

and then season 2 opens. not only is it back to the original, practiced distance, we now have armand literally enforcing that distance. a man sitting at the table who's interjections must be disregarded, an intentional interruption to the flow of the story. he doesn't exist to aid or add detail, he exists to distract louis when he gets too deep in the story. the only time we do get louis allowing any deep truth to come out is when armand leaves the room.

it's like. louis wants a story that's true, and the truth is what he's convinced will leave him satisfied. armand wants a story that will satisfy louis, to the extent louis will accept it's true.

[pinkhysteria]

okay ngl i'm kind of confused by "saying you find quinn's DR's/whatever annoying/cringy is extremely cruel" type of rhetoric when we just got off a season where blue was mass clowned for her kitty kitty purr shtick to the extent of viral tweets about it? 💀

[juney-blues]

the anarchist position isn't a principled stance against unjustifiable hierarchies, it's just a lawless state where everyone sits around doing whatever they want and there is no more infrastructure or manufacturing of anything. when left to their own devices, people famously just completely lose all motivation to do anything, and dismantling the state, the entity that enforces law through violence, would be akin to loading up a game of The Sims and just leaving it running idly with no input, the titular sims wandering around aimlessly until they starve.

without a central authority maintaining law and order through threat of violence, society completely collapses! no one has ever or will ever do anything for anyone without the implict threat of jackbooted thugs shooting them in the head if they don't. there is no conceivable mode of society where this *isn't* the case.

"how would this part of society be run without a small group of people exerting their unquestionable will over a large group of people?" is a question you need to constantly ask to remind anarchists that their worldview just doesn't make sense!

if you can't *make* someone do something, then there's just no way to get them to do it!

asking nicely? using convincing arguments to persuade? just accepting "no" for an answer? (because if someone just doesn't wanna do something, they're probably being lazy, there's never any good reason for them to not wanna do it) all entirely unheard of. How will we govern if we are all equal?!?!

[hey-hamlet]

Indentured for Life au

What has natsuo been up to since he was freed ? What have the other quirkless people done after realease ?Also how have some heroes(Like hawks) and hero students reacted to finding out that the organizatorom they served was using slave labor

Natsuo is catching up on his schooling! He's in an accelerated program and, thanks to an embarrassingly small amount of settlement money from the government, he has his own shitty little apartment in a barely tolerable area. He loves it to pieces. He isn't used to living alone, so it gets pretty lonely, but some of the other workers live close by and they come hang out pretty often. Izuku visits a lot too! He's aiming to be a nurse. Some of the others have gotten work in hero agencies for costume repair (its. ethically strained, but its the only work they know and they are happy to do it, as long as they are getting paid a fair wage.) and some others are working in activism and quirk discrimination charities.

As for reactions?

Hawks

His hands were still shaking. He'd been retching uncontrollably for what felt like hours, his hands shaking as he torn himself out of his costume. How many times had he been grateful for the hand stitched seams on his costume being gentler on his wings? For the warm leather on his googles that had already been shaped for his head, with hand written instructions for leather care tucked into the box. Fuck - he'd thought they were old fashioned for the note, not locked in a factory without so much as a fucking printer. He needed to make a public statement, the faster the better. He had to say something loudly because the HPSC had time to write his statement for him. Just. Just when his hands stopped shaking.

Endeavor

His PR team must be having a field day. Endeavor's own son, recovered from one of the factories? The man himself with nothing to say? What could he say? That he'd kept his mouth shut so his youngest son had a chance at overtaking All Might, that his youngest son could help where he failed? Ha - that'd go over well. He hoped Natsuo knew he still had a college fund. Still had a credit card in his name, a bank account his father put money in once a month, for when he was finally free. Maybe he'd take it, if it was from Fuyumi.

Iida Tenya

His brother had been upset that week. He'd come home early, corralling his parents into a meeting room and not leaving until they'd found a new costume supplier and a public statement beyond repute. He hadn't known why, not until the news story had broken that morning. Tenya had been lost, staring at the television until he was late for his train, only arriving to class minutes before the bell. He'd always wanted to be a hero. But - could he? Knowing what he knew now, about the organization he'd have to answer to?

Bakugo

His mother had screamed when she'd seen that footage of Deku, All Might carefully breaking the metal cuff around his throat. The nerd had only smiled weakly, like seeing All Might wasn't everything he'd ever wanted. He was so thin, his hands covered in small cuts, burns and blisters. He wanted to feel upset, that Deku had ruined his hero costume too - but. It was his fault. He was the one who told those fuckers Deku was quirkless, after auntie had so carefully not commited to putting anything down on paper. He and the idiots had trailed All Might once, before they knew that's who Yagi was. They'd seen the buildings, the lady with the collar. They'd put it out of their minds because they hadn't had a choice. No closure, just a creeping unease that would sneak up on them at night. Deku had been in one of those factories. Deku had been making the blast proof mesh on the palms of his gloves, the sweat wicking fabric of his winter costume, the thick tread of his combat boots. Katsuki stared up at the blank ceiling and tried not to think any more.

[ichabodjane]

My beloved (the sewing machine) is finally healed of her grievous wound (broken needle clamp) after I went on a quest to find the rarest of medicines (a replacement part from eBay) and a visit to Elrond of Rivendell (Reese at the indy sewing machine store).

[shimmeringembers]

More Lightbulb art because I love them