#matt the trash robot

[bunnyb0ne]

Hello So, recently I've been making some Dialtown edits with my OC's and characters from DSAF. I've decided to finally show them, hope you like my creatures! This post is all about Dialtown x DSAF crossover.

The big man himself, the owner of 'bear' Jack Kennedy! I imagine that he's not far different from his counterpart, weird, eccentric, loud, emotional, and rude, but with his own...charm? Other businesses in town, like Bunny's Burgers, are probably so out of ideas why even 'bear' still has any customers at all lol For some reason I remember already seeing Dialtown Jack. Maybe it was a fan art or something like that... Anyway, I've decided to give him this phone head bc this model was produced in the 80s I think, right when Jack was born. So it's kinda fitting. He also has a very long antenna and probably hits his head every time haha

Let's move to the kitchen and meet Ronaldo, our dear and only chef. He is a proud creator of the restaurant's tastiest dishes that, aside from regular products, include trash, rat meat, radioactive slime, and many other mystery goods The pizza cutter head was an obvious choice, but I think it looks really nice on him, especially with a little chef's hat

Jimbo is a proud father-to-be and the only janitor in the whole building. This man is a pure reason why 'bear' hasn't started to be considered a dump yet. He suffers greatly for that.

Matt is...something. Still a virgin. Still a scary freaking creep. I imagine the mannequin head is so much worse than any normie's face, so he's even scarier in Dialtown- The permanent employees also include Harry, the manager, and that's pretty much it. Guards and performers (they don't have robots but hire live concerts instead...and sometimes Jack just gets on stage and starts singing violently) change constantly, just like in the third game, but I may do some of them in the future Note: I do not own any assets that I use. This is just a little fun activity, and I find random pictures on the internet for that.

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Klance Fic Recs

i'm not going to lie to you, i don't know how to reblog on communities, so i'm gonna just throw this out there and hope it works.

Alot of these are old, i have an archive of klance fics i read and reread all throughout the last 5 or so years, so that's where these are coming from.

The New Romantics

This is going to have some sort of plot, but for now, yeah. Klance smut, as promised, more to come. Laughing at the discourse over which sho

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Something is up with lance, and Keith notices. The Become Frenemies. With benefits…?

Angst, fluff, smut, etc

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Replace You -- MarvelSPhaNdom

So Keith was leaving for the blade, so what? I mean sure, Lance would miss teasing him, but it wasn't a big deal ... right?

 It may not have been for the first day, or the second day, but by the end of the week? It turned out to be a big deal. 

 He missed Keith, freaking missed him. Him and his stupid mullet, Him and his stupid gorgeous eyes, Him and his even more stupid useless jacket.

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Shut Up and Dance With Me -- wittyy_name

Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.

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Written On Your Skin -- Trashness

Keith is your typical troubled kid who's just trying to sort his life out. Things aren't perfect, but he's attending night school to get enough credits for university, he loves hanging out with Shiro and Matt on the weekends, and he's prepped to be the youngest member of his martial arts club to get his second Dan black belt. Things are looking up for Keith!

That is until strange notes start to appear on his arm.

They don't come off. At least, not when Keith tries to remove them. And they're written in handwriting that Keith knows isn't his.

So where are they coming from?

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Blind Affection -- jilliancares

After Lance gets injured in battle he finds himself without his eyesight, a situation he never would've expected himself to get into. Half expecting to get kicked off the team, Lance is determined to train harder and keep the fact that he's upset about his loss of eyesight from his teammates. No harm ever comes from bottling everything up, right?

(Wrong. Also Keith helps him train. Also Lance shows Keith proper skin care. Also Lance has a huge crush on Keith. Also maybe being blind's gonna help him get in Keith's pants [and heart].)

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The Ultimate Wingman -- KR_Luna, Luna_Vulpes

Lance and Hunk have moved in to the new student apartments at Garrison University called The V at Garrison.

Living on their floor, they meet and befriend their neighbors: Pidge, a child prodigy in robotics. Matt, Allura, and Shiro, life time friends with the boys watching over their siblings. And Keith, the anti-social boy who hates change.

As time progresses, they all become friends and Lance finally finds someone to help him explore his bisexuality - his gay neighbor Keith.

They strike a deal = Lance helps Keith find a social life while Keith becomes Lance's wingman, but what happens when both men realize that their deal has become more complicated than they expected.

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It's OK -- DeetsViBre

Lance hid himself behind layers of bravado and for many years only two people had ever seen past his facade. One was dead and the other was Hunk.Late one night while Hunk and Lance were having a private conversation Keith accidentally interrupted. His presence wasn't as disruptive as Lance had expected and things began to change between them. A bond is formed and becomes something neither could have imagined. Literally, it's not something they could explain to their friends and teammates...Can they navigate their new relationship while keeping it all a secret from their team? maybe? But probably not.

Aka: Lance is not OK. He has a huge crush on Keith and suddenly gets a chance to do something about it. Oh, but wait, first he has to try and stay alive in the cold vacuum of space. Maybe he can get the guy and survive at the same time? Either way that's the path he decided to take! plus overcoming anxiety and trauma! yeah...

This is a Lance character study that got out of control and grew a massive plot.

Original summary: Lance had been trying to change for a long time. Rewriting yourself costs something, a deep pain with every edit.

Some tags left out for plot reasons.

^This is my all time Favorite!!!

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In (Almost) Every Reality -- notverystraight

When Lance finds himself face to face with alternate universe versions of himself and all his friends, he’s excited to talk to them – who wouldn’t want to see just how different their life could have turned out?

However, that feeling begins to sour when Lance notices that, out of all his alternate selves, he seems to have the most underwhelming life.

And another unexpected thing. He and Keith seem to be a lot more, um… friendly with each other in the other realities…

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Bright Eyes -- amycoolz, SylWritesStuff

When Keith agrees to meet Hunk for a study session at the mall food court, he isn't expecting him to bring his roommate. He isn't expecting to be asked on a date, to accept, and to enjoy himself more than he has in years. He's definitely not expecting to get wrapped up in the world of a blind Cuban and the grief he carries right next to hope.

But Keith's always been good at adapting to the unexpected. And throwing punches when needed.

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Living in Color -- sungsformugs

t was just a simple mind-meld exercise. But something seems to happen in the middle and now Lance and Keith can feel each other's emotions. Lance realizes that Keith actually desperately wants to be open and vulnerable around people and Keith realizes that Lance just wants someone to notice him. They try to navigate their new reality.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Our Darkest Hour: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Rolling blackouts cause a serial killer to rape and murder his victims. He taunts the police and even brings Derek into it. The public has dubbed him the Prince of Darkness. Meanwhile Frank is livid that you didn't stay in jail so if he can't get rid of you that way, the only way to do it is to kill you.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Annie Danzi, thirty, was home alone with her young son when the unsub struck. He left the son alive and didn't harm him physically. The news is all over this even when you get to Annie's house. They're concerned that since this is the second home invasion since the blackouts started, it's connected to the homicides. JJ didn't confirm, obviously, but that's not going to stop them from speculating that it is.

You walk to the front door and sigh. Adam is waiting for you by the door while Matt is inside with Annie's son, Carter.

"This has all the same tricks as the last one."

"Was there forced entry?"

"No."

"Were there rolling blackouts last summer?"

"Just about every year. Crime always goes up when it gets hot and dark but nothing like this has ever happened."

"Hunting in the dark is definitely a part of his signature." Hotch takes out his phone and calls Pen. "Garcia. I need you to check if there were any clusters of home invasions in previous summers during rolling blackouts in California. Look statewide."

"He left a message this time."

You walk inside the bedroom and immediately look away from the bed. It's bloody and missing a body but you can see her as if she's real and right in front of you. On the wall written in her blood is "HELLO THER". Why he didn't finish the word 'there' is beyond you. You turn away from the bed only to come face to face with the unsub. You gasp and stare into his sickly green eyes that have loads of bags under them. Some parts of his face are blurry but he's a big son of a bitch.

"Are you okay?"

You blink once and the unsub is gone.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Do you think he's welcoming us?"

"Who knows? At least he's telling us more with each crime scene. He's uneducated, angry, and sadistic, and he trashes the place even though there's not much to steal. He chooses to hunt and kill in the dark. He doesn't want to be seen. Why?"

"Maybe he's ashamed of something?" Emily asks. She picks up the photos on the nightstand of Annie and her son. "He certainly didn't have to knock these over."

"He doesn't want eyes on him except for the child. He wanted him to see everything."

You look at the bed and wince when you see Annie is still there. You leave the bedroom and join Matt and Derek who are sitting with Carter in the kitchen. He's playing with something on the table, and you look over his shoulder to see a clay monster.

"What do you have there? Is that a robot?"

"It's a monster," he says in a quiet voice.

"Monster, huh? What's it doing?" Derek asks.

"It's protecting you, isn't it?"

"It's gonna make the man stay away."

"Did you happen to get a look at that man?--"

"Derek," you whisper but he ignores you.

"He moved me to the closet. My mom told me to close my eyes."

"Would you mind showing me how you did that?" Carter puts both hands over his eyes so they are completely covered. "That's good, kid. That's really, really good. So, you didn't see him at all?" He shakes his head. "Once that man left, what did you do? Did you get back under the bed?"

"I didn't want to leave her," he sniffles.

"Hey, Carter, do you have, like, a really cool backpack you could throw some things in to take over to your cousin's house?"

"It's in my room. Will you come with me?"

"You bet," Matt smiles.

Carter takes his clay monster with him but Derek stops Matt before he can follow.

"Look, I'm really glad the kid didn't see anything, but it could have been helpful."

"Covering his eyes like that means he couldn't cover his ears."

"I'm going to head back to the station."

"Okay," Derek nods.

That kid has been through enough so you decide to leave him alone. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the profile for this guy so it's best to announce it to LAPD now so you can start to look for this man.

"Forcing a child to witness this is clearly sadistic. He destroyed the boy's innocence and took away his childhood. This probably mirrors the unsub's own experience," Hotch starts.

"That's an excuse for what he's doing?" an officer scoffs.

"There's no excuse for what he's doing. We're not justifying anything. Everything he says and everything he does tells us what makes him tick, that's all. The message that he left us was misspelled which says that he is not well-educated."

"Why did he leave one now?" Adam asks.

"We don't know," you answer. "Just because his recent attacks are in Los Angeles doesn't mean he's from here. Killing in the dark is a must for him. We believe that's why he's come to LA. His willingness to kill random people tells us that he's an opportunistic offender, and these types are incredibly difficult to predict."

"As you all know, the rolling blackouts have been announced so residents can prepare for the few hours they'll be in darkness. Unfortunately, that also tells the killer whose windows will be open and whose alarms will be disarmed," JJ says.

"The dark is his signature. It's a habit, and we'll find that he's always killed this way."

"Because he's a coward," an officer scoffs.

"To some degree, yes. He also has intimacy issues. He even turns photographs away from himself. It's unlikely that a man like this has been in any kind of relationship. There's also a good chance that he has some type of shortcoming, whether real or perceived. He's obviously self-conscious about something."

"Like what?" Adam asks.

"It could be like a physical deformity. It might be something really small to us but means everything to him," Spencer answers. "Having one thing that sets him apart from the norm could be what led him into the extreme solitude of a violent schizoid personality. He takes his victims' power away, literally and figuratively, and he feeds off of making them powerless."

"We had rolling blackouts all last summer, and this guy wasn't around," Adam points out.

"Well, he is now, and based on the vicious nature of his crimes, the press has named him the Prince of Darkness," JJ sighs. "He's gonna be all over the news."

"Yeah, that will do nothing for his ego," you say sarcastically.

"Once we unravel his need for darkness, we'll find him."

You call Derek once the profile briefing is done and he answers on the second ring.

"Yeah, Y/N? What's the plan?"

"Rolling blackouts are still scheduled for tonight."

"How is LAPD gonna patrol it?"

"With the number of calls they've been getting, they're stretched thin already. I don't know."

"They gotta cancel it."

"That's the battle. If they do that, the whole city could go dark if the power grid gets overwhelmed."

"Yeah, you're right. That's not gonna work. LAPD's outnumbered ten thousand to one. Keep me posted."

Matt doesn't want to question Carter again but Derek is persistent that they do. With the cognitive interviews you give, Carter might remember something he doesn't realize he knows. You hate it and you wish you could keep Carter from it but Derek's right. If it will help catch the man, you have to try anything. Matt is so against it because he, too, lost both his parents when he was young to a drunk driver. Matt wasn't in the car but he replays that over and over in his head and blames himself because he was sick and they were racing to come get him from his friend's house. He thinks Carter is going to do the same.

Derek lost his father when he was nine. He was shot and killed right in front of him. Like Matt and Carter, there was nothing he could have done. The difference between Matt and Derek is that Derek looks at it like this: some people in our lives are bad and good but they all shape us. That's why he and Matt wear badges. They do good because of the bad.

"How's Carter?" you ask when Derek and Matt return.

"He's quiet."

"Is it too soon for an interview?"

"Yeah, I want to find this guy before we have to put the kid through it," Matt answers.

"Guys, Garcia has something," Emily says. You gather in the conference room where Pen is on speakerphone from the desk phone. "Go ahead."

"Everybody needs to sit down because I'm about to rock your world, and not in the way I like to do it. I have scoured and searched, and you were totally right. This unsub has been doing it forever. There is nowhere he hasn't been in the last twenty-six years. Honestly. Every single state. He is the worst I've ever seen, and we have all seen some things."

"How did you connect him?" Hotch asks.

"Everything you said. He's drawn to the dark. He shows up during a blackout. He robs. He kills. He leaves a witness. The reason why he's been getting away with this is because he never hits the same city twice except Los Angeles. I'm sending everything your way, and you better load up that printer because it looks like he started in Southern California way back in the summer of 1984."

"Thank God the press hasn't connected this," JJ sighs.

"The summer Olympics were in Los Angeles that year," Derek says.

"So was Richard Ramirez." He was the original Night Stalker. "That's the year he started."

"It appears our unsub started that summer during a blackout in San Diego. From there, he went to Orange County. After that, he ended up in Los Angeles and worked his way up the coast."

"Why did he come back and why now?" you ask.

This guy does not give himself a break. Right after dusk and before the rolling blackouts, there is news of another murder. This time, the unsub left behind an infant to witness the horrors. You pray and hope that this doesn't leave lasting effects on the child as she grows up. Matt and Adam left for the crime scene while you hung back with your team.

"Everyone will have power tonight," Hotch announces.

"They called off the blackouts?"

"After what happened, we can't give him that again."

"Great. I'll tell the press," JJ says.

"I can't believe this," you scoff. "We're talking over two hundred houses in twenty-six years."

"When he started in San Diego, it was all about the robberies. By the time he got to Orange County, he robbed and assaulted his victims. The first murder was in Long Beach, and he left a witness."

"He got away with it for twenty-six years. Why did he come back?"

"The media coverage actually helped. Neighbors were hypervigilant. As soon as they heard the gun, they called the police."

Adam and Matt come back with solemn looks on their faces.

"Did he leave a message this time?" Rossi asks.

"He actually left a baby in the closet. There's got to be some kind of message in that," Adam answers.

"He's taunting us. He's leaving behind witnesses that are too little to help," Matt groans in frustration.

"Okay, why them? Why now? He killed the first two women before the rolling blackouts. What is it about them? He killed them in a busy, well-lit area. It was nothing like the others," you say.

"That's Newton for you. People hear gunshots all the time down there. He probably fit right in."

"It was in your division," you say to Matt.

"He had to start somewhere, right?"

"Do you think that's a coincidence?"

"Say it's not. What does that mean? Did he want our attention?"

"He certainly has it."

"Are you sure you never worked anything like this before?" Derek asks Matt and Adam.

"We'd know if we did. Trust me, this guy makes an impression."

"He started his career twenty-six years ago," Hotch says.

"That's the same as me. Do you think this is because of me? That all these people are dead because of that?" Adam asks.

"Two women were killed in your division with no survivors. Then a couple, leaving the wife as a witness. Then a mother, leaving the son. Now two parents, but a baby survives."

"If there's some kind of pattern, I've never seen it before," Adam shrugs.

"He circled back to LA for a reason. The first two murders in LA were close by. Long Beach is on the cusp of LA and Orange County."

"Let's look into that one," Rossi says.

Spencer grabs the file and reads it.

"This one is a home invasion. The husband was shot and the wife was left alive."

"What's the next one?"

Derke grabs a file and starts to read it.

"After Long Beach, he went to Santa Monica." He pauses and looks at Matt. "Wait a minute. Spicer, do you have family out there?"

"Yeah, that's where I grew up."

"This is a home invasion robbery, double homicide. Joe and Sylvia Spicer were killed."

That immediately catches Matt's attention.

"Those are my parents. It doesn't make any sense. Let me see that." He takes the file from Derek and reads it to himself. "No, they died in a car accident by a drunk driver."

"Who told you that?" you ask.

"My grandparents. I remember my grandfather waking me up. I was sick the night they died. I had a fever. How would I not remember that happening to them?"

"Maybe your grandparents never told you, Matt. They were trying to protect you," Adam says.

"They lied?" he whispers emotionally.

"You were the first child this unsub left alive. You've been all over the news. He knows exactly who you are."

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"See, here's the thing, Old Sport. I'm running a business! And time is, well y'know, MONEY. Every second I spend here listening to you babble on, I LOSE MULA. So, finish your monologue in 3 sentences, or GET OUT."

"Jack. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! You're a fucking IDIOT! What kind of narcissistic fuckin’…

UGH, GOD. YOU REEK. I don't want you in here! UGH, GO TAKE A BATH, STINKY.

Go on, if you're gonna break into my house and use my possessions, at least TAKE A SHOWER ONCE A YEAR, CHRIST.

Right, Jack! I hated WORKING at Freddy's! I hated coming into work, hungover, and being screamed at by our phone-headed boss. I hated wearing a sweaty rabbit suit for six hours a day! I hated being bitten by dysfunctional, haunted robots! I HATED having to look Matt in the eyes every single goddamned day, and pretend that I DIDN'T possess the overwhelming urge to peel his skin off, so I wouldn't have to see the shape of his creepy ass smile.

Y'know what I love? COMING TO THE RESTAURANT THAT I OWN, AT NOON, HUNGOVER.

DRAGGING IN DYSFUNCTIONAL, HAUNTED ASS ROBOTS OUT OF THE TRASH, WHO I KNOW WILL BITE CUSTOMERS! Yelling at MY Phone-headed employee. Forcing some other poor fucker to wear the rabbit suit for once.

You think any of this was because I LOVED Freddy's, or loved YOU? YOU'RE A LOSER, JACK.

Henry died 40 years ago, Jack! MOVE. THE. FUCK. ON. Get another fat iguana, call it Henry, and GET AN APARTMENT OR SOME SHIT.

Do crack in an alley or some shit, I don't care! Just stop sleeping in my trash!

You're dead, you idiot! A tree is working hard just to create air for you to pollute with your STENCH. Go lay down in the ground and become a skeleton, dummy! Holy fuck, I'm trying to run a business here.

I MAKE THE MONEY, JACK! I ROLL THE NICKELS, I DEAL THE CARDS, THE GAME IS MINE!

NOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY RESTAURANT.”

[pokemontheywouldhave]

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“See, here's the thing, Dave…" "I'm running a business!And time is, well y'know-" "M O N E Y." "Every second I spend here listening to you babble on…" "I LOSE MULA." "So, finish your monologue in 3 sentences, or GET OUT." "Dave." "SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" "You're a fucking IDIOT." "What kind of narcissistic fuckin'-" "I've been operating a functioning business for 5 months and actively avoiding you the entire time!" "I LITERALLY BAILED WHEN I SAW YOU IN THAT ROTTING PIZZERIA." "UGH, GOD. YOU REEK." "I don't want you in here! UGH, GO TAKE A BATH, STINKY." "Go on, if you're gonna break into my house and use my possessions, at least TAKE A SHOWER ONCE A YEAR, CHRIST." "Right, Dave!" "I hated WORKING at Freddy's!" "I hated coming into work, hungover, and being screamed at by our phone-headed boss." "I hated wearing a sweaty bear suit for six hours a day!" "I hated being bitten by dysfunctional, haunted robots!" "I HATED having to look Matt in the eyes every single goddamned day, and pretend that I DIDN'T possess the overwhelming urge to peel his skin off, so I wouldn't have to see the shape of his creepy ass smile." "Y'know what I love?" "COMING TO THE RESTAURANT THAT I OWN, AT NOON, HUNGOVER-" "DRAGGING IN DYSFUNCTIONAL, HAUNTED ASS ROBOTS OUT OF THE TRASH, WHO I KNOW WILL BITE CUSTOMERS!" "Yelling at MY Phone-headed employee- -forcing some other poor fucker to wear the bear suit for once-" "You think any of this was because I LOVED Freddy's, or loved YOU? "YOU'RE A LOSER, DAVE." "Henry died 40 years ago, Dave!" "MOVE. THE. FUCK. ON." "Get another fat iguana, call it Henry, and GET AN APARTMENT OR SOME SHIT." "Do crack in an alley or some shit, I don't care!" "Just stop sleeping in my trash! "You're dead, you idiot!" "A tree is working hard just to create air for you to pollute with your STENCH." "Go lay down in the ground and become a skeleton, dummy!" "Holy fuck, I'm trying to run a business here-" "I MAKE THE MONEY, DAVE." "I ROLL THE NICKELS." "I DEAL THE CARDS." "THE GAME IS MINE." "NOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY RESTAURANT.” and that just feels kinda meowth core :)

[3cosmicfrogs]

…I’m gonna say it. Ask game for Voltron, literally any number. For the chaos.

oh Wife Mutual you are braver than the US Marines for uttering the name that must not be spoken in 2024... Let's Go!

2. Name your trash ship / 14. Name your crackiest crack ship

Not so much a crack ship as a garbage ship that is on crack like literally on crack the way i'm envisioning it: Shiro/Matt

Like listen, i dont see nearly enough content of any characters being nerds and the possibility for shiro/matt to be absolute dorks is exponential. like. 2 brightest minds of their generation with collectively maybe one(?) braincell between them on a good day. they are traumatised. they are constantly sleep deprived. they both independently got buff because of Space. Questionable relationships with robots. what i'm saying is they would be brilliant for each other and absolutely disasterous for everyone else.

6. who is your trash fave who is so problematic they probably have hate tumblrs dedicated to them 

i mean lots of people don't like The Clone (fandom dubbed Kuro)? Babygirl's pretty fucked up. Pretty evil. I like him, he did nothing wrong ever, he was absolutely right lance is annoying(they will come for me with bricks for this.)

10. what is the worst thing you want to become canon (character death, trash-ship etc)

look. many many things. but to name one: i think maybe 2-3 minutes more of Ulaz would have been fantastic. the emotional impact would have been incredible. also i like him.

16. what is your favourite ridiculous au

Look in general, not even limited to voltron: legendary disaster, i am a slut for Crack Treated Seriously and Hyperspecifc Job AUs. There's a fic floating around with Shiro as a SecUnit (murderbot diaries AU) which is ridiculous in the sense that in typical vld fashion it completely bulldozed over the queerness and Gender Deconstruction of the murderbot diaries and de-sexualised The Machine, but it still absolutely fucks because it's well-written and a total tear-jerker.

I'm also so so so supportive of Cosmic Horror (this needed to be explored in the show. tragically underused potential of everything and also the massive ancient sentient machines in your brain).

Voltron would have been so good if it was good.

Anyway thank you Wife Mutual i lov u mwah come invade my inbox or dms any time!

[randall-lloyd]

what iif, matthew had a breakdown.... what do steven..

one of these days someone's gonna dm me or send an ask to my inbox telling me to quit clogging the dsaf tag-

A goddamned water gun.

Now. Why Dave's orange companion had it, Matt didn't know. All he knew was that he was using it for evil purposes. He sprayed toddlers, sprayed the robots, even sprayed one of the springlock suits.

Thankfully, nobody was wearing it, but those deadly locks did what they do best: spring. The noise was loud, despite the distance between the saferoom and Matt's comfortable prize counter.

Then he got too close. Matt hated how Dave and that orange man smiled. There was no soul behind their eyes, so their smiles seemed artificial. Yet, there he was. One foot away from Matt, hiding the toy weapon in his pocket.

"Hello, Matthew." he said, almost smug.

"Welcome to the prize counter. What do you want," Matt had replied, gripping a taser from the very bottom shelf of his counter. Steven had lended it to him after Dave came after him with a fork. Undoubtedly, one of his many benders.

"Say, you seem thirsty over here."

"No. I'm fine. I have a water bottle. And I get free drinks." he said, the water bottle clearly on top of the counter. He had had enough of the tangerines antics.

He'd spent weeks dumping trash on the counter, dunking his face in dirty dishwater, he even hid cicadas in Matt's house. How did he find my house?? He thought to himself, shaking his head.

"I dunnooo, you seem a little parched," the man with the apricot complexion nearly giggled. He raised the toy out of his pocket and pointed it at Matt's face.

"If you pull that trigger I will tase you. Don't test me." he said, revealing the object. This didn't deter his coworker. He simply snickered and pulled the water trigger.

"...Is this pizza sauce?!" Matt asked, mortified. The one day he wore a white shirt- Steven's white shirt- no less! Covered in the disgusting sauce that children (and Chica) happily ate on their pizza. He never brought backup shirts. It didn't seem too high an expectation for his coworker to fill a water gun with pizza sauce!

The orange man cackled, opting to pull the trigger again. Another splatter of gross sauce on a shirt that wasn't even Matt's. At that moment, he saw red.

And it wasn't the sauce.

He grabbed the front of his coworker's shirt with one hand, practically yanking him over the counter. They'd be nose to nose if the orange man had a nose. There were angry tears threatening to escape from the corners of Matt's eyes.

"First you dump trash in my counter. Then you try to drown me in dishwater and the toilet. You released cicadas into my house while I was somewhere else. And now you get SAUCE. On my WHITE SHIRT. Not even MY shirt. It's HIS." he shouted, pointing at the phone headed man. He was napping in a booth.

It may have been the first time the orange man looked scared. Normally, his smiley coworker would just laugh it off, patting his back and saying no hard feelings.

Perhaps he'd gone too far.

"It- it wasn't my idea! Dave uh... it was Dave!! He filled it and- he- agh-!" and with that, he was shoved in the floor. Then Matt, with steam practically rolling out of his ears, stomped out of his prize corner to the office, slamming the door.

Steven was startled awake and he saw his two colored pencil employees near the prize counter.

"Aye. Where's Matt?" he asked, not seeing his lover near the counter.

"Phoney. Yer boyfriend went NUTS. Threw Sportsy on tha' floor! Then he stomped off to tha' office!"

And it was like steven hadn't even made a wrinkle in the faux leather of the booth seat. He'd bolted off to the office and had practically phased through the door. Matt was at his little desk in the corner using the cheap napkins from the table dispensers, wiping the brunt of the sauce off of himself. His face was almost as red as the plastic casing of Steven's head.

The phone man slowly approached, standing on the other side of the desk and leaning over it.

"Matthew?" he said softly, not trying to startle him. "What happened?"

"That orange idiot you hired had a water gun full of pizza sauce and he shot two rounds of pizza sauce on your shirt!! This is never coming out! I don't have another shirt I can wear!!"

He was practically shouting. Steven hated how much Dave and... whatever his orange employee's name was. Anyways, he hated how those two would intentionally get under Matt's skin just to get a reaction. It seemed like the day the two made their relationship official and public, it was the same day those two upped the ante on aggravating Matt.

It was difficult to make Matt angry. He was very forgiving and had a tendency to treat mistreatment as a joke. He handled jokes regarding his voluntary celibacy with grace. He handled being called creepy well. He normally handled every jab rationally.

But everyone has a final straw and it was finally pulled. Steven had helped clean the trash in the counter, he'd washed Matt's hair after the sink, and he'd safely removed every cicada from the house. Laundry was a strong suit for the pair. The pizza sauce could be handled.

But Matt needed to be handled first. He sat silent for a moment, the various clicks and whirrs of his head and the scraping noise from the napkins on Matt's shirt being the only sounds occupying the space.

Then Steven had- what he could consider to be- a stroke of genius. He stood atraight and started undoing his suit jacket, gently placing it on top of Matt's desk.

"...Steven?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing this," he replied, untying his tie and setting it on top of his jacket. "C'mon, trade with me."

"What?!" Matt was shocked. There was no way Steven was seriously suggesting that. He hated dirty clothes, he hated dirty everything! He'd polish his head every time he saw a smudge.

"Steven, no, we aren't-" "Nonsense. I cannot, in good conscience, allow my partner to walk around in a dirty shirt." "Steven, you hate germs and being dirty. You're gonna- mph??"

Steven put a hand on Matt's mouth, shushing him. He did his best to maintain eye contact, given the lack of eyes on his end.

"Let me do this for you. Nobody will see the stains under my jacket," he whispered. He had a feeling his dearest would try to protest. He wouldn't let it happen. "Now work with me here or I'll undo your shirt myself."

It was an empty threat, but one that worked, because as soon as the words left his speakers, Matt started undoing his stained shirt. He passed it to Steven, taking the blue shirt he had on initially. The phone was right: you really couldn't tell that any sauce was on the shirt once the suit jacket was back on. When they were done, Steven held his hands to Matt.

"Stand up with me, dear."

"Honey Boss, I-"

"Just honey." Steven reminded. It was so hard for Matt to shake that habitual nickname. Still, he took his phone headed boyfriend by the hands and stood up. He was led around to the other side of the desk and then engulfed in a tight hug.

He sighed and hugged back, resting his forehead on his lover's shoulder. He didn't know much about what love was, as this was the very first romantic relationship he'd ever been with, but he had a feeling it was this. Trading shirts and holding each other.

He loved how caring and kind Steven was. He was the only person in the world who was able to- albeit unintentionally- charm Matt into relaxing. He'd never been so mad, but it didn't matter. He had Steven.

And it was like he took away the anger and stress, as well as the memory of the water gun. Who cared, he had a clean shirt and a shoulder to cry on if it was ever required.

He had someone to really call his.

[variousqueerthings]

okay I didn't go into Victory of the Daleks whilst watching cos I think it's trash, but let's do the Measurement on it!

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 9/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored): 3/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 6/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 5/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 5/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 6/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 7/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 8/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 3/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 1/10

FULL RATING: 53/100 (if I can count….)

Christopher Eccleston I hope you never watched the last two episodes, in which the Doctor was personal friends with various members of the royal family and supports its structures, and the Doctor is personal friends with Winston Churchill....

also I've gotta be honest, Matt Smith's acting isn't giving it in this in terms of the Dalek Trauma, but then none of the episode is

I liked the Doctor going "Amy- Amelia!" when worried for her safety

OBJECTIFICATION: At least there's none of that really. Second miniskirt, but youknow. that's Amy's wardrobe most of the time.

PLOT-POINT: nothing is really explored about Amy in this episode, but I guess not every episode needs to be doing that. I think her relationship with the Doctor continues to be written a bit to the left of what makes sense for them, considering the past, but I'm willing to consider that she just wants the adventure and not to think too much about things

COMPLEXITY: I mean, it's not complicated at all. if anything it's a bit simple. bringing the Daleks back like this, in a way that previously was reserved for Very Special Episodes. marks the beginning of the end of the Daleks as serious villains....

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: because the Daleks make very little sense in this, it's kind of dumb lore, but way more interesting is the tidbit that Amy doesn't remember the events of previous seasons

now I've previously disliked this plotpoint, because I feel like it never properly gets resolved despite the cracks in time later on being... uncracked. however it is cool when it's first mentioned!

COMPANIONS MATTER: Amy does mostly one thing, which is remind the guy who's actually a robot what it is to be human, so he doesn't blow up, and she does it by reminding him... that he was in love once.....

“hey Paisley… ever fancied someone you know you shouldn’t… hurts doesn’t it… but kind of a good hurt…” <- look I’m biased but I’d just explode if I were a secret Dalek bomb RIP to all of us aros, but we're not really human

this wouldn't needle so much, if I didn't know that this is so much of M*ffat's thesis. romantic love is better than any other forms of connection

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: the Doctor is kind of the point of this episode in that they needed his voice to make the plot work, and then he's badass, and then it ends. it's not "godlike," but it's just. not a good episode. the end.

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: So this also ties into the lore -- I kind of like right now how it definitely does acknowledge the previous narratives and it's weird that Amy doesn't know that it happened... highly suspect

“SEXINESS”: we're fine on the sexiness overall. minimum trying to be sexy outside of the general weirdness of the miniskirts as a Choice

INTERNAL WORLD: it's not good folks. it's trying to be so big and impressive and so we've got random planes in space and Churchill is Personal Friends With The Doctor and it's got this whole wink wink we know we're going to beat the Germans, because we know the Future

vs, say, M*ffat's last foray into WWII (which, granted he didn't write this episode, but this is his show now) in which you really got a sense of the fear and the unknown and the Deeply Human, because we're not just hanging out with the Most important people

it's just not recognisable as a Place and Time, beyond the need for some kind of coolness factor

and speaking of The Most Important People--

POLITICS: uuuuuuurghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay

I have seen someone say that this episode is actually a critique of Churchill, and honestly I was this close to skipping it, and then that dragged me in to actually give it a go and

no it is not. I mean, yes, Churchill is characterised as someone who will try to win however he can, but he's actually trying his best in a difficult situation and as the Doctor says: “the world doesn’t need me. The world’s got Winston Spencer Churchill.”

UUUUUUURGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OKAY

the doctor personal friends with winston churchill

the fucking. Hey-Ho Britain Propaganda! We'll Beat The Bally Germans Ey Lads!

FULL RATING: 53/100 (if I can count….)

It loses on the politics of course, and on the internal world-building (again related to the politics), and Amy isn't really much of anything in this episode beyond... there

it does well on... not doing the sexy sexism I guess. and it's not terrible towards other Doctor Who stories, although maybe it deserves less on that because fuuuck the shit it does with the Daleks is an insult in and of itself

it's just not a good episode

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[alistairian]

Just started season 7 of our Doctor Who rewatch (the last season I watched the first time around) I'm remembering again why I sorta fell out with the show at this point. I genuinely like Matt Smith's doctor but oh my god they seriously try to tease The Doctor's death every goddamn episode of season 6, every episode the companions go through some of the most insane horrible shit and by the end of the episode it's all magically undone and forgotten. And it's not like I'm not mad that it's episodic, I'm a star trek fan for christs sakes, there's actually just 0 stakes.

Oh, now Rory's a plastic robotic centurian who was present for 2000 years of history and is older than the doctor and basically immortal? I sure hope they don't completely forget about that 2 episodes later and do nothing with it... Amy has a storyline where she's pregnant? Wait. Not pregnant. Nope, pregnant again. Pregnant, but this time we don't see it at all. Huh, turns out Amy wasn't even there for the past several episodes she was in a pregnancy tube? Are they gonna explain how that works? No? Aw, and now she can't get pregnant and it's the worst thing ever ):

Also the misogyny?? I thought maybe it was exagerated in my memory from internet discourse and being a teenager but no that shit is so blatant. The over-the-top Shock at the suggestion that a completely alien entity might consider a woman to be stronger than a man, and the reason? Women can make babies. Not her spirit, not her love or resilience, no. She has a womb. All of the "I hate my wife" jokes and the "women, amiright?" punchlines. I remember last time around I really wasn't a fan of Amy at all and this time around I wanted to give her a second chance but she just doesn't have a personality, I've got nothing to work with. She had no family or friends, she basically never mentions having a life outside the doctor, her entire schtick is being obsessed with the doctor and making her husband feel like trash over and over again. A lot of the time she just does things for no reason but luckily it always works out plotwise. Oh but she's pretty, when she does have a life on earth she becomes a model so that's something I guess. Also she can't have kids and it's very bad ): like sorry but idk why we got almost 2 and a half seasons with her, cuz it sure didn't feel that long with Rose.

And even though I haven't seen most of Clara's episodes from what I remember I worry it's probably the same with her. Another blank canvas who'll do anything for The Doctor...

Idk man, big rant. My partner's been watching all of this for the first time and has had 0 exposure to fandom and they're seeing all the same things I do so I know I'm not just being an unreasonable fan lol

[cesium-sheep]

on monday I called pharmacy, took prednisone, brushed my teeth, wrestled with phone issue, transferred phone, changed computer bg, updated financial spreadsheets, downloaded manga, sorted files, started clearing out favorites, brushed my teeth again, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, drew kirby, and fussed.

on tuesday I slept poorly, woke up fussy, rationed med, brushed my teeth, crafted, chipped away at favorites, checked craigslist, updated craft accts, took a bath, trimmed nails, talked to arin, talked to matt, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, drew kirby, and fussed.

on wednesday I slept poorly, rationed med, took prednisone, brushed my teeth, checked craigslist, made checklists, crafted, chipped away at favorites, archived more ao3 bookmarks, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, assembled meds, drew kirby, and sent scheduled message.

on thursday I slept poorly, troubleshot phone, solved issue, brushed my teeth, checked mail, chipped away at favorites, crafted, filled out list, fixed scanner, scanned list, fussed, washed dishes, put away groceries, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, and drew kirby.

on friday I slept poorly, took prednisone, brushed my teeth, checked craigslist, chipped away at favorites, shopped for shoes, sorted phone photos, did patreon favorites, cleared out phone photos, sent scheduled messages, robot vacuumed, broke down craft table, scraped some paint, took a bath, vacuumed bed, sprayed possible culprits, combed cats, took out trash, dealt with company, got tired, wiped down child targets, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, brushed my teeth again, and drew kirby.

on saturday I slept poorly, woke up fussy, brushed my teeth, chipped away at bookmarks, went to pet store, went to craft store, went to grocery store, went to auto store, got sleepy, took an unintentional nap, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, brushed my teeth again, sent email, and drew kirby.

on sunday I slept poorly, woke up fussy, took prednisone, assembled meds, brushed my teeth, cleaned mouse cage, shopped for plants, talked to arin, chipped away at favorites, talked to mom, brushed my teeth again, scooped cat litter, gave jackie greenies, fussed, and drew kirby.

[macaroni-rascal]

I’d like to share my predictions for the reunion show. In no particular order:

AD tried again with that POS after he begged and said he would go to therapy. This, of course, is all so he might fool some viewers that he’s not a pile of dog shit and save his pathetic ass. Anyone over the age of 25 will not be fooled. Meanwhile, his DMs crashed with sad women ready to settle for that shit and he couldn’t resist so it all fell apart again anyway (or will soon).

Jimmy hooked up with whatshername (the one with the kid that actually does resemble Megan Fox) since that’s all he cared about anyway. You don’t come on LIB and ask someone what they look like if you’re serious [see corresponding ref.: Clay talking trash in the pod about looks].

Amy and Johnny haven’t yet figured out that he’s a basic white boy and way too saltine for her. Or she’s pregnant. Or both.

That nasty ass robot bro who was totally fake and left after three episodes refuses to show up for the reunion.

I’m sure there’s more. Curious if you have any takes in advance of (what better be) the train wreck shitshow I’m hoping for.

My biggest wish is that AD never even entertained the idea of staying with Clay, but I am also worried about them continuing to try. I've said it once and I'll say it again: Clay is a little bitch. AD deserves about a million times better.

I'm honestly not sure about Jimmy, he's probably been busy getting chin implants.

I truly wonder if Amy and Johnny have fucked yet, I shudder to think the tone deaf and creepy uncle way the Lachays are going to inquire about their sex life. I hate it already.

No way Matt (aka nasty ass robot bro) makes an appearance, American is watching.

I want Laura to show up and just tear Jeramey a new one, that's gonna be fun. That's mostly what I want.

[alphacmt]

Pop! Mecka Trash no.11 Influences: @5uperfreak , Mazinger Z, mechanical robot hands, graphitti and futuristic sneakers, with just a hint of @hebrubrantley . Interior Design: @home_ec_op @melissasf2 @kimdaunis What is Pop! Mecka Trash? A reflection and critique of sorts. Some of the most successful living contemporary pop artists of the 21st century focus on cartoon imagery. Artists like Kaws, Matt Gondek, Takashi Murakami, and Steven Harrington. Many of these artists subscribe to an appropriation aesthetic. Which simply means to take something in existing pop culture and re-purpose it in a new and sometimes deconstructionist way. Pop! Mecka Trash re-appropriates the appropriated. And does so through the lens of things I already love: Mecha [Japanese giant robot genre] and sneaker culture. Thus the PoP! Mecka Trash collection was born, both as a T-shirt line and as limited prints. For T-shirts, check out my bio linktree.

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[jesterlesbian]

they got matt berry to voice the robot butler thing omg..... metal husband three eyed metal husband... do not tell trash hulk about our relationship

gonna take a peek at the fallout show

[catrassingletear]

Just a little weeb-bot, as a treat!