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12/?? Things come to a head

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We return to that shambling mass of a film, Prometheus.

Content warnings for body horror, contagion-y stuff, something that loosely be described as medical horror, It’s Been 0 Days Since Our Last Incident, and me, going on a ramble about movie gore to distract myself from The Madness.

There's a lady in this scene who's had a number of speaking lines so far–the maybe-chemist. She has a name, but it doesn’t matter.

But I'm going to call her Doctor Frankenstein.

They have just got the helmet off the head, revealing that it’s truly, unmistakably humanoid. They have noted that there are “new cells” on the head. In the business, we call that “decomposition”, but Doctor Frankenstein is not concerned with this. In fact, she immediately proposes a new plan.

Doctor Frankenstein has had the brilliant idea to plug a big cable into the head like it’s a guitar amp, and zap it with electricity to wake it up.

Yes. This is what the movie goes with.

You know, Alien included a similarly shambolic first examination of an alien subject, but it was performed because said alien was attached to a man’s face, and all they had to try and fix that was the contents of a cargo ship’s medbay, with the only qualified personnel being the corporate android who had been ordered to consider the crew expendable. The crew of the Prometheus has no such excuse.

Well, except for David, he has precisely the same excuse, but he’s not trying to poke wires in anybody’s ears.

Doctor Frankenstein calls for enough amperage to run three electric kettles (cite 3), then all the way up to two Titan RTX graphics cards before the head starts to get what appears to be a massive migraine.

I know this expression well, migraines can feel very much like someone is subjecting me to unnatural horrors.

This is getting a little extreme, though. Yes, when the head starts pulsing, they realize they may have made a mistake.

I’d say this was inexplicable behavior on their part, unbelievably hasty and foolish–and I will say it, actually, it deserves to be said. But in context, this is the team that did so little prep for entering the alien structure that they didn’t notice the giant fuckoff skull carved into the outside of it.

Knowing how much Shaw and Holloway read into the intentions of the Engineers from the depictions they found on Earth, they probably would’ve interpreted this as a good sign, somehow.

Anyway, they put a sneezeguard down over the head before it explodes.

Good job everyone. This is like what would’ve happened if Napoleon’s savants took one look at the Rosetta Stone and decided “maybe we should try hitting it with hammers. Surely that’ll make the knowledge fall out.”

From a horror perspective, this scene only works in two contexts: First, gross-out. Generally found in schlock, exploitation, and outsider art flicks, the tone of gross-out content can be highly variable, but there are two general trends I'd mention, which are of relevance to this movie.

First, gross-out tends to exist in that weird alternate space where lots of comedy movies do: characters will behave in unreasonable ways for no apparent reason. Within the film, this is treated as the universal norm, besides maybe a straight man character who highlights the absurdity. Gross-out is often like that, but pushes different boundaries of acceptable behavior than a traditional comedy.

This is, bafflingly, what Prometheus increasingly feels like. It feels like it's transitioning into gross-out schlock, and yet it never goes all the way.

Second: the audience for gross-out is largely self-selecting. If you're watching John Waters' Pink Flamingos, you expect things to get messy. You are looking forward to things getting messy. A head exploding is perfectly par for the course in gross-out horror. One might even be disappointed if there wasn't an exploding head.

But again, this movie was not marketed on gross-out. It was marketed as a tense, Alien-esque horror movie. If you followed that premise like I did, you're not in the theater to view a debauched spectacle, you're there for the movie to put a well-paced squeeze on the characters and your nerves, where half the horror comes from having the room to really think about how frightening the core concepts of the series are.

Does Alien involve some shocking gore? Sure does! But in Alien, Kane's fate is not there to make you laugh and exclaim "ewww!" at how far the film's gone, the film tries to make you very aware of how horrifying his demise is.

So, there's an alternate way this scene works, if you're coming in from that perspective. I don't think the movie intended this as much as the gross-out, but it's what I drew from it at the time: the scene works if you decide not to focus your sympathies on the human characters at all, or even David, and think about it from the perspective of the head.

It’s patently impossible that what they did actually “woke up” the brain inside that skull. But if we sink to the movie’s level and entertain the idea for a moment, what in the hell have they just done to this Engineer? The last thing the head would’ve remembered was running, falling, decapitation, and then this. They just tortured this poor bastard for no adequately explained reason. There’s none! “I think we can trick the nervous system into thinking it's still alive” is the entirety of the explanation. It makes about as much sense and seems as thoughtlessly violent as anything in Mad God (2021, content warning for body horror).

I already spent all my anger about desecrating bodies in the name of shambolic pseudoscience, I have no more rage to give for now. And similarly in the theater, I hit my limit. I’d already hit a different limit back when they landed the Prometheus on top of some archaeology, but now I’d fully given up on this movie being what I’d hoped it would be.

The maddening thing that keeps me obsessed with it is that it keeps throwing random scraps of that hypothetical movie into the mix anyway, bouncing me like a yo-yo between scenes.

But for right now, the yo-yo is still on the descent. Having exploded the first sample of alien biology ever touched by science, they apparently stuck some of it in a generic, science-y DNA machine. What does the DNA machine tell them?

“DNA match”.

The movie does not actually explain what this means. It thinks it does, but in a very vague and handwave-y way that ends up being even more hilarious than if they’d just been out-and-out wrong. Because this is what I do for a living, I want to science at this for a bit.

But I’ve written enough about it for an entire post on its own, so that will wait until next time.

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Citations for alt-text rambles, as well as some text-text rambles:

1. https://www.behance.net/gallery/78297841/Semiotic-Standard (contains a high-quality download for the symbols, should ye wish them for yourselves)

2. https://www.sculpturedepot.net/clay-wax-tools/product.asp?Steel_Tools

3. Doctor Frankenstein calls for 30 amps first, then 40, then 50 in the space of several seconds. According to wikipedia, an electric kettle is about 16.6A, and a 288W high-performance graphics card would require 24A. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orders_of_magnitude_(current) That graphics card isn’t mentioned by name, but it matches up with the wattage reported by Tom’s Hardware for a Titan RTX (cite 4). Running with two of these things, you might be able to run 4k Ultra settings on some games without tanking your framerate. They could’ve been playing video games and seen way more exploding heads.

4. https://www.tomshardware.com/features/graphics-card-power-consumption-tested

5. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alien_(film)#Design

6. https://www.reddit.com/r/MovieDetails/comments/f4rf63/for_the_chestburster_scene_in_alien_1979_the/

7. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8e/2f/9b/8e2f9b0716746aac7ce5b2f369bf4082--aliens--scene.jpg

8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karyotype#Human_karyogram

9. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centromere

10. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centromere#Telocentric

11. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G_banding

12. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proteinogenic_amino_acid

13. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hula_language

#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012)#This movie is a study in so much tonal dissonance #It was so pretty and yet so broken #insert Benoit Blanc “compels me though” meme here

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whatwouldvalerydo · 2 years

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Carnage Circus🔥

Part 11/? - The past

Detective Winger finds a lead and goes to meet the former director.

Tag list: @samshogwarts @lifeofkaze @kc-and-co @that-scouse-wizard @hogwartsmysteryho @the-al-chemist @cursebreakerfarrier

He did not know when he fell asleep at his desk while researching former owners of the circus, but not even he realized how tired he was after just a couple of days of the entire ordeal. Nothing made sense, his notes as if the ramblings of a mad man. He knew people that worked on the case went crazy or ended up in a much darker scenario, he just never believed he would actually be on the receiving end of all of it. It felt surreal, the events haunting his mind even if he was not there.

But the latest hours hammered inside his head more than anything. Selene’s words still rang inside his head, even as he slept, hand twitching as he still held the pen between relaxed long digits.

Inside his dream he searched for an unknown face, her voice as if guiding him through the darkness. He saw Akira towering above him, ordering through parted lips for everyone to attack. Siobhan’s panther roared, Reuben lifting the sledgehammer, Leila’s puppet twines edging closer alongside Ethel’s ribbons. He was running, heart hammering inside his chest, mind working a million miles an hour.

A door presented itself inside the darkness, opening just before he met his doom, turquoise eyes watching him with a curious stare. Selene’s voice rang inside his head again just like before “Don’t bother with her, she’s useless. Go find the one before Akira.” Yet Talbott stood there, unable to move, unable to process anything apart from the fire tamer.

He squinted his eyes, realizing he was dreaming, but she still kept him grounded, much like in the moment when he went to help her but she directed him to Akira. She was not a part of the investigation, that much he knew, the last murder occurred just before she joined and then nothing stirred as if the pieces have fallen suddenly into place.

Jolting awake, Talbott rubbed his face, looking down at his paper after he retrieved his coffee cup, happy he did not spill it all over his work. In his twitching stage, his hand crossed over a name, his brows lifting in astonishment. Out of all the deeds and documents he would have never actually chosen that one. However if he had learned one thing by then it was to walk the path indicated. His gut was telling him it was the right one, so he chose to settle on that lead.

Checking the clock it was a little over six in the morning.

Drinking the last of his coffee, he got in his car, leaving the city behind and he visited a nearby village arriving at his destination an hour later. Knocking on the door, he knew it was early however he was adamant on making the most of that day. Afterall, the circus only had 5 more days until they packed everything and moved out of his jurisdiction.

Knocking a second time, he could hear footsteps, several locks being maneuvered before the door opened slightly to reveal a woman “May I help you?”

“Detective Talbott Winger. I’m looking to speak with your great grandfather, grandfather, or your parents if they are around.” She shifted her eyes, Talbott wishing to smack himself for being so vague, lifting his badge for leverage “I have some questions regarding Oliver Gerard.”

“That would be me.” Opening the door to reveal the person in question, Oliver offered the detective a slight smile, brows quirking when he remained in the doorway.

“I’m sorry.” He tried to shake away his initial surprise “I believe there’s been a mistake. The person I am looking for should be…”

“Older?” Oliver spoke “Dead? Why yes, but I am guessing you are here because someone talked. Really curious to know which one of Akira’s minions sent you my way.” tilting his head to the side, he looked at his wife “Victoria dear, I believe we have a winner.”

Finding himself in the middle of their living room, Talbott’s eyes turned to a picture hanging above the couch as Victoria excused herself to make coffee. Oliver continued to watch him, Talbott seeing somewhat of a similarity in gestures “How is this possible?”

Circling the room with his eyes, Oliver hushed him “Now, now, you are in my home. I ask the questions. Who talked? Was it the red head, Talia?”

“No.” Talbott quickly spoke despite it being against his nature, as if something forced him to suddenly protect the girl he had not even spoke with once in his life.

“I see, destiny has a funny way of dealing with everything this time around.” As Victoria walked in, Oliver smiled when she sat down next to him, kissing her cheek when she provided him with his cup of coffee “Forgive my rudeness, this is my wife, Victoria Gerard.”

She nodded her head slightly, eyes never leaving the detective’s face “Not yet decided if it’s a pleasure or not.”

“Was she the key for you?” he could not believe the nonsense he was spewing that early in the morning, however the couple before him shared a meaningful look.

“Well, he is not all that incompetent it would seem. Yes, Victoria was the key to my freedom, which didn’t come cheap I might add.”

Squinting his eyes, Talbott refused to touch his coffee just yet, or at all for that matter “Akira?”

“Akira.” Oliver nodded “But since you’re here I am guessing you don’t know much, but are following a lead.” Talbott just looking at him without giving away any hints as to how much he knew. Leaning in slightly, Oliver’s coffee cup hit the table “I might not have the same abilities, but I can still conjure a few tricks. So yes or no, detective I forgot your name.”

“Winger.” He added also leaning in “And yes I am following a lead and judging by your reaction, age, way or speaking, attire and décor” he casually gestured to the house “you are far older than you appear.”

“Yes, it is but the prize that comes with breaking the curse.” His smile only wavered when the detective’s astonished look did not leave his face, Oliver turning to Victoria whispering “Do you think we broke him?”

“Please don’t tell me we need to deal with him before our coffee. I won’t have it.”

Shaking his head, Talbott tried to focus “What curse? Everyone is talking about it, but I still don’t hold any information.”

A shudder took over Oliver, Victoria placing a gently hand on his leg “How could you when you have never been a prisoner? You couldn’t possibly understand no matter how much time we take in order to explain it.” The look she gave him spelled trouble. She was protecting Oliver, even in that apparently relaxed stance, but there was something about her Talbott did not wish to test out.

Squinting his eyes a fraction, Oliver became serious “It can’t be helped once you receive it. You must play along by any means necessary. I didn’t want it, but it was inevitable once Akira’s parent’s set their eyes on me. You see, they were lucky, the director and the second in command. It was just a matter of time until they transferred it.” He sighed remembering what had been so long ago “I couldn’t help it, neither could he. You see once parents receive the curse, the child will follow, no matter what they do. Such is Reuben Willows now.”

“Then how did you escape?”

Oliver shook his head “The audacity. You see detective, I had to just find my key. But for what Akira did to me, almost costing me everything, his curse if far worse. He has to free them all alongside himself. A little departure gift let’s call it. It has been most thrilling to watch him fail time and time again.” His brows knit as he focused “But now he has the key, a most peculiar woman. She doesn’t love him, but doesn’t want to escape him either. Then there’s…” gesturing at him with his hand “you. It could have been done better but who am I to go against destiny?”

“Excuse me?” he tone was grave, attesting to the fact that his nerves were at a breaking point, nothing making sense anymore. It was a riddle, more of a puzzle than before.

Sighing Victoria got up, taking the tray with her “Look, you cannot escape it, no matter what. So listen to what the fates are telling you.”

Oliver took her hand, stopping her from leaving “Now, now I am actually curious. Tell me what is fate telling you. Give me that and I will help you take down Akira.” Lifting his finger he added “Just know it will never be in the sense that you wish for.”

“Then how? Will it be another murder?”

Shaking his head Oliver casually added “A new member will always need a new life. Life for a life detective. What I wish for Akira is for him to feel the same pain I felt when having to let go of everyone so they would not perish when he betrayed me.” Glancing at Victoria, he caressed her hand “I almost lost her and you have no idea what it took to get her back. So, now tell me, who calls out to you?”

“Talia Crane does.”

“Well then” Oliver smiled “go to her. Destiny awaits.”

#carnage circus #circus au #hphl #hphl au #horror mystery #hphm talbott winger #hphm talbott #talbott winger

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jessicas-pi · 2 years

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PLEASE tell me about Match Making, Mad Science, and Accidental Child Acquisition

I WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED TO.

I, uh, JUST replanned the whole thing, chapter-by-chapter, which means I don't have much of anything exactly written (but i have about 18 different scenes i'll be frankensteining into the fic later), so instead, how about I ramble aimlessly about it to you! Like a lot! (Ohhhh boy yeah this got long, i'm so sorry, i've just wanted to talk about this for such a long time and you gave me the chance i needed!)

There's four main plot threads, for the four main characters: Ahsoka, Barriss, Caleb, and Cal. But Ahsoka and Barriss's plots tie in to each other a little. (They also have separate stories but those are Spoilers for later in the fic.)

They're the Matchmaking part of the title! Barriss is 23, which in the medieval-ish setting, is kinda getting close to "old maid" territory. Ahsoka decides she needs to find this girl a handsome gentleman to sweep her off her feet. (Barriss is just fine without one, thank you very much!) And Ahsoka, with a little help from her brother Anakin, settles on objectively the WORST choice possible for a bf for barriss. Hijinks ensue.

(Ahsoka is also having fun breaking social etiquette and causing headaches for her bodyguard Rex, but i've talked about that before.)

Then there's Mad Science! That plot thread starts at the first grand ball of the year at Jedha Palace, when three unlikely friends meet. The first is Cal Kestis, a young Jedhan noble who loves botany. The second is Lady Merrin. She's a chemist, but her people are reclusive and the volcanic island of Dathomir is super creepy so there's plenty of rumors that she's a witch. And the third is Omega, Madame Se's ward, and a student of biology. They start a science club.

(I still haven't decided if I'm gonna ship cal and merrin in this, or if i'm not. like on the one hand i love a strong platonic friendship but on the other hand, if i DID ship them, then i could have a moment late in the fic where someone calls her a witch and he's just like HEY, SHE'S NOT A WITCH SHE'S MY WIFE, so. platonic friendship vs. princess bride reference. it's a tough call. I'm leaning towards the princess bride reference but i might change my mind.)

And FINALLY the part i know you're gonna love: the Accidental Child Acquisition!

So a year or two before the war ends—oh and by the way, i'm ignoring canon timelines and ages so some stuff is shuffled around—Hera and her brother are sent to jedha to be safe. there she meets Prince Dume and they go on a trip through the city, either pre-fic or in their first chapter together, and find Ezra, an orphan.

After the war ends, Hera leaves Jedha, only to come back, along with many guests from across the continent, for a post-war peace celebration. Ezra is DELIGHTED to see her again. he's also convinced that she's going to marry caleb and they're gonna adopt him (caleb's like haha i have no idea why he would think that it's not like he overheard me daydreaming or anything) and ezra is SO annoyed when he realizes they are not DOING THAT yet. So he decides he needs to help them speed things up a bit. He also befriends a mini mandalorian and then caleb and hera find that they have TWO children crashing their not-exactly-date-nights and falling into ponds and stealing pastries and dumping paint on people and wait when did they become PARENTS??

Oh, and Zeb is there! I promise I did not forget about Zeb! (He's the one getting paint dumped on him.)

(and ALL of that is just in the first 20% of the story. So much more happens!!! I won't spoil it, but there's murder mysteries and secret tunnels and that thing jane austen loved to do where a beloved character gets deathly ill and nearly dies and there's PALPATINE and there's a chapter named 'I have about twenty bazillion favorite tropes and Moment Killer is thirty-two of them' and there's—)

Ahem. So, yeah! That's Matchmaking, Mad Science, and Accidental Child Acquisition. I am so sorry i cannot shut up but THANK YOU FOR ASKING because I've wanted to ramble about it for SO LONG!!!

(Oh! Also! I have gone COMPLETELY wild with ALL the chapter titles and it was 100% inspired by you.)

#star wars medieval au #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars tcw #jedi fallen order #star wars rebels #ask game #wip ask game

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Biggest Fan // Spencer Reid x Reader

Blurb request by @aberrant-annie ! This was cute tbh.

Summary - Y/n meets her favorite Doctor, and they hit it off.

Prompt - "I'm your biggest fan!"

Y/n's mother had always called her an 'unusual specimen.'

She found it weird that she was so 'outgoing' and 'popular' (by her standards). While also being a complete nerd who was interested heavily in Criminal Justice and Chemistry. She had articles upon articles posted in her room about her favorite theories and subjects. That was the only thing that she was teased about, even a little bit, which was mostly by her family. Her mother, and everyone else, had gotten quite use to this once the girl was out of highschool.

Y/n had actually recently graduated from Hampton University with a full ride just last year. But she was still struggling greatly with finding a full time job with it.

She thought back to all of the interning jobs with the police force and even a very small section of the FBI, but nothing really came of it.

That's when she saw the flyers for the FBI seminar being held at her college.

The flyer was ripped from the utility pole outside of her apartment.

*The FBIs very own BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) is coming to Hampton University June 20th from 1 pm to 3:30 pm. Agents will be coming in to talk about solved cases and answer any questions you have! Agents David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Aaron Hotchner. Along with Dr. Spencer Reid and their Technical analyst Penelope Garcia.*

Her eyes bulged as she read the paper, Spencer Reid was going to be there?! At her old college?! **Talking about Crime?!**

She will absolutely be there.

Here she was, standing in front of the building she had spent grueling hours studying in. Making friends, meeting the man the poor girl had her longest relationship with in, and then dumping his sorry ass. A building full of memories.

And was *hopefully* about to make another meaningful memory.

She clutched the small notebook in her hands while the colorful sundress she sported swished with her movements. She peered around the entrance, remembering all the times she had walked in here, not a care in the world. *Except for exams*.

She made her way to the auditorium and looked down at her watch.

*12:15*

Whoops, she was a little early. White sneakers echoed as she walked to the front row, planting herself in the front row. Y/n sat sideways, propping her feet up on the seat beside her and pulling out a book.

*The Dissapearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements*

When she saw it at Barnes and Noble, she read the spine of the book and immediatly bought it when her eyes read periodic table. It was a slight fascination of hers.

She read for a while, finding it so intriguing that she effortlessly flipped through the pages. After about 10 or so minutes of reading, her ears perked up at the sound of a door opening and closing. Assuming that it was another person interested in the seminar, her eyes remained glued to the book. Just to make sure she wasn't too caught up in the book, she checked her phone for the time.

*12:25* Her guess was pretty accurate.

That's when she heard a slight giggle from behind her. She jumped from the seat a bit, slinging her legs over so that she wasn't laying across two chairs. Her hand grabbed my chest over her heart.

"Holy shit!" She looked over to see a familiar face, not one she had expected would be sneaking behind her and laughing. "Dr. Reid?" Her breath calmed. His smile faltered slightly.

"You know who I am?" She nodded profusely. Of course she knew who he was, he was part of the articles on her wall at home. She found his articles particularly interesting.

~~He was the whole reason she came to the seminar.~~

"Yes! I love your writings, I'm probably your biggest fan!" Her cheeks flushed at the comment, so she did what she always did when something slightly embarrassing happened.

*She rambled.*

"I love your article on the method to applying microfluidic electrochemical technologies to single-electron transfer redox-neutral reactions. I thought it was so cool that you went back to Caltech to mentor those students and ended up finding out that placing the components near one another in a microfluid platform worked! I could never even think like that, you are fascinating."

Spencer had never met someone who knew so much about him, let alone someone who was genuinly interested in what he did. Outside of his official career.

Y/n's face was slowly getting more read as she kept talking.

"I'm so sorry, I'm probably totally overwhelming you." She said with a nervous laugh.

"No no!" His hands flew up in surrender. "I'm just kind of fascinated that you know all of this stuff." His hand flew to his mouth in regret immediatly. "That sounded very sexist, that's not how I meant it. You just look a little young to know about it." Now it was his turn for a red face.

"*I'm* a little young to know about this stuff?" She scoffed lightly with a chuckle. "Says the one who graduated high school at 12."

"Touché." He nodded.

"What were you laughing at anyway, you snuck up on me like a ghost."

"Your lock screen." He pointed to her phone, the screen of course displayed a Chemistry joke.

*What do you do with a sick chemist?*

*If you can't helium, and you can't curium, then you might as well barium.*

"Do you have a job that deals with Chemistry?"

"Uh, not yet. I just graduated last year, from here actually." Her hands gestured around the room. "I majored in Criminal Justice and minored in Psychology and Chemistry. So I'm not *that* young." She joked. "I've been trying to land a job but it's proving to be pretty hard." She gave a slightly sad smile.

"That's incredible! Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" He was invested in this interesting girl now, he wanted to soak up everything about her and her pretty eyes and gorgeous smile.

"I'm 26."

*Perfect.* He thought.

"Also," his eyes glanced at his watch. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"Around 15 ish minutes now. I like to be punctual" She shrugged.

"Is it still punctual if you're 10 minutes early?" Dr. Reid teased with a smile. This made a smile creep onto her face and her eyes rolled.

"I just wanted a good seat to listen to my favorite Doctor." She replied nonchalantly. It took her off guard how flirtatious and confident she was being all of the sudden, not that either of them minded it.

"That is a valid reason." He nodded at her and pointed his thumb behind him. "I actually have to get going, we ar going over the cases a last time before we present them to the crowd."

"Not that you need it with that Eidetic memory of your Dr. Reid." She grinned. He chuckled back with a big smile, she knew a lot about him, it was flattering.

"Trust, me it's not my choice to go over it a million times." She waved aslt him as he turned to the exit door. Right before he got to the door he whipped around, looking at her again. "You can call me Spencer by the way." Y/n threw up the 'OK' symbol with her hands and his her face behind her book as he stumbled into the door.

*What a girl. How am I going to do this whole presentation in front of her?*

But he did fine. In Y/n's eyes he did *perfect*.

Towards the end of the seminar, the group was giving out their business cards. They went row by row, take one pass it on. But Spencer's was delivered personally. She flipped it over to see a number on the back. He looked at her as she flipped the number side to him, tapping on it and winking.

Y/n watched as the woman she now knew as Emily Prentiss nudged his shoulder and waved at you.

*She hoped to get to know all these people very well.*

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #mgg fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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kazs-new-hat · 3 years

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some grishaverse characters as nostalgic songs

so i was listening to this playlist while doing homework and had an idea for a thing lolol let's try it? enjoy my stupid ramblings

note: remember, i did this while doing homework, so if my words don't make sense that's why :)

also for some, the lyrics and stuff won't really align with the characters themselves bc i just went off overall vibes-

feel free to rb / comment with ur takes on it i need interactions i'd love to hear what u think :>

nina : call me maybe - carly rae jepsen

10/10 would blast this at 3am to annoy the neighbors and/or kaz

jesper : move like jagger - maroon 5

DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE

nikolai : edge of glory - lady gaga

why do i feel like nikolai would be a huge lady gaga stan;; i don't know why

(help what do u call lady gaga's fanbase) ((i need to get out of stan twt)) (((OKAY so i looked it up and apparently it's Little Monster that's kinda cute lol nikolai the Little Monster :> ))) ((((HOLY SHiT NIKOLAI THE LITTLE MONSTER when he literally has a monster in him in the nikolai duology- i am an absolute mad genius))))

inej and nina : we are never getting back together - taylor swift

i can just see them vibing to this song u know? yk, just two besties being swifties

wylan : firework - katy perry

our fav criminal chemist and his explosions

consequently, this can also work for harshaw from the sab trilogy but we'll stick with wylan because i think he needs to hear the words ALSO WHY DID I SAY IT AS IF HE'S A REAL PERSON

also this SONG!! i froze for thirty seconds because WOW hello childhood memories

zoya : titanium - david guetta ft. sia

mhm she originally had edge of glory but i heard this song and went

ok NOPE we're changing a few things~

alina : just the way you are - bruno mars

i love her she's amazing and everybody's favorite cinnamon roll <3

kaz : price tag - jessie j

i gave him this because it's ironic and i'm funny that way

if he was real i would be bonked on the head with a cane rn but cmon can you imagine him bopping to this secretly in his moody broody office? because i can.

zoya and nikolai : shut up and dance with me - walk the moon

shut up okay this is their song

OKAY THATS ALL

so, what did we learn?

my thoughts are all over the place

i miss the past

i should never do homework and headcanons at the same time.

okay bye see you next time

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spicyfoodboi · 3 years

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21 with bakugo please

can I call you tonight?

Genre: fluff

A katsuki bakugo x reader

Number 21, confessing over the phone on the one-year prompt list

a/n: hey guys! Sorry for the long break but I'm back with another songfic before I write for chemist kuroo lol- hope you guys enjoy this! I might close this prompt list soon but I won't be mad if you guys if want to request more! Let's get started!

"sh-should I call him tonight? Like, I could call him on another night or something and-" you rambled on, laying on your bed, the phone next to your ear so you could hear Mina's voice on the other end of the line. She cut you off before you said anything else.

"yes! You've been pining on him for what? 2 years now? This is your chance! Talk to him before his bedtime." she said, her cheery voice making you smile in determination as you said your final goodbye and hung up on the pink girl.

You checked the time, seeing the bright red 8:00 PM on your alarm clock. You took a deep breath before looking through your contacts before landing on bakugo's, his name having some hearts and explosive emojis. You pulled it up and decided to text him first.

Your hand shakily inched closer to your screen, trying to press the green phone icon. but before you could, bakugo's name popped up on your screen, calling you first. You breathed out before answering it placing it to your ear.

"what is it dumbass?" his voice said from the other line as you close your eyes and try to think of what to say. You were blanking out. The silence was short-lived when he spoke once again. "...dumbass... Are you still there?"

You jumped up from your spot to take a breath before speaking. "y-yeah sorry... I'm just...nervous." you said, twirling your hair with your finger.

You hear silence from the other end before you hear bakugo clearing his throat, an invitation for you to start talking.

"look... I'm nervous because I wanted to say that... I like it. I couldn't find the right words when we were in front of one another so I thought it would be a good idea to do it in a call instead but... I'm sorry if you don't accept my feelings. That's totally fine." you said, your eyes screwed shut as you pulled the phone away to hang up before you could get your confirmation of 'no I don't like you.'.

you hear knocking at your dorm room door. You stood up and opened it to see bakugo standing there, phone in one hand and a small stuffed bear in the other. He hung up the call from his phone and slowly wrapped his arms around you, letting you sink into his touch and sob into his chest in relief.

"you could've told me face to face you know..." he whispered, pressing the stuffed bear for you to take. He pulled away and cupped your cheek with his hand.

you leaned into his touch and hugged the bear close to your heart. "yeah but... If you said no, I could've just hung up then cried myself to sleep without anyone knowing." you said with a smile, looking into his eyes to look for regret or sadness but his eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness instead, making your heart jump in hope that he might like you back.

"I didn't say that I didn't like you. fuck, I love you, dumbass," he answered, pulling you by the waist and into your first and tender kiss.

Calling him that night was the best decision you made.

Sorry if it's short! I wanted to see how my new phone would work if I made some SMAUs on it so I tried my texting app on this prompt, hope you guys don't mind! Requests are open so please don't be shy to request more! Love you guys ❤💕

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below: @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @brainwqshed @reogou @cadekagi @himichii

This is a reupload!!

#bea's request: bakugo #bea's request #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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immj2 07.04.21

angre's just roaming the jungle not knowing wtf to look for and vansh is like keep looking keep looking; sorry i couldn't come, my wife be playing ocean's 8 up in here by herself and i gotta keep an eye on her thieving ass.

lmao yeh ek hi random ghar hai inke paas to stash ppl in. harrrr mauke pe yeh hi location dikhaate hain as "mysterious storage place".

ishani yelling at aryan and aryan's like why you mad at me? vansh bhai the reason for alll this. and that's all ishani needs to be like YOU RIGHT, VANSH BHAI *IS* THE REASON FOR ALL THIS. can't say they're wrong.

lollipop ladki has a sore back coz of a wholeass tattoo that she doesn't know she has. honestly sis, what kinda weird circles you running in????? 😬😬😬

for some reason she wants to ask vansh about it (behen usko apni khud ki zindagi ka pata nahi, tum kahan apna pitaara kholne jaa rahi ho uske saamne.....) and asks aryan where he is and aryan starts manhandling her and yelling in her face about how he's just as good as vansh........ like..................... ok bro. whatever helps you sleep at night.

what's with all the chicks in this show ruining their tops on random nails sticking out from walls???

anyway, aryan's like what's this tattoo you have? and lollipop girl is like HUH WHAT TATTOO, I HAVE A TATTOO???? safe to say, she's not been doing proper aftercare for that thing. 🥴🥴🥴

soooooooooooooo.............. i guess the code to opening this thing is on her back.

angre's yelling at that random jhopdi and and inside, kabir is stirring. kabirrrrrrrrrrrrrr, my jaaaaaaaaan, i love youuuuuuuu. kyaaa haaal bana rakha hai mere baby kiiiiiii??? 😥😥😥 haaye, love to see you in this ganji tho. mmmmmm arms. 🤤🤤🤤

angre about to get into the place and some guard stops him and interrogates him.

poor kabir making helllllllllllll of a ruckus, and angre's like what's this noise and the guard dude is like it's dogs. lmao, there's one dog in there for sure.

guard calls "madam" about this intrusion. and comes antagonizes kabir, who is LITERALLY fit to be tied, lmao. he can't stop yelling about how he's gonna fucken murder riddhima for this bs. yup, on par for all the romantic couples in this show.

omg he's self harminggggg by banging his head on the wall, kabir baby nooooooooooooooooooo. 😖😖😖

meanwhile riddhima is still trying to work at the damn safe, while vansh watches triumphantly/turned on at schemer biwi's antics.

butttttttttttttt she got a call and abandoned black box plans.

meanwhile dadi has just NOW discovered siya's makeover. weird. wasn't she the one who was telling chanchal that it's totes cool if siya goes out to meet her friends dressed like this? what is this sudden opinion change? 🤔🤔🤔

siya's I DONT CARE attitude cannot be handled and she's now getting lectured at by dadi/anupriya/chanchal.

suddenly dadi is blaming RIDDHIMA for this attitude change?????/// hein?????????? kuch bhi.

vansh is exasperated by angre's random rambling. ouff, bewakoofon ki toli ho tum dono.

anyway, angre tells him the guard called some MADAM and vansh has connected to the call riddhima received.

"angre, iss bar tum front door se nahi, backdoor se jaana, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN." lmao, you don't need to say IYKWIM if you're being straightforward with your instructions, vansh. all you're doing rn is making it look like you're giving angre some very dirrrrrrrrrrrrty instructions. 🤭🤭🤭

ishani/siya also piling on riddhima in their own corner of the house. god, y'all really too fucken velleeeee and have no other issues in life huh? matlab, kuch toh karo apne zindagi ke saath. start a podcast, learn a new language.......... something, anything?!!??!?! imagine being this rich and not using that money to make yourself smart and accomplished as fuck.

SOMEONE MAKE RRAHUL TRIM HIS BEARD, HIS CHIN IS PROTRUDING A FOOT AHEAD OF HIM LIKE FUCKING SANTA CLAUS. PLS GOD I DON'T WANNA BEAT THIS DEAD HORSE IN EVERY LB BUT IT'S UNBEARABLE!!!!!!!!!

anyway vansh sees riddhima sneaking out the house and ofc, follows her. aaaaah, what a wonderful relationship this is, filled with trust.

while jungle mein angre's trying to sneak into the house like a fuckin amateur.

riddhima just went to a medical store and came back home. pfffffffft. vansh ki taiiiiiiiii taiiiii phisssssss.

aaaaaaaaand now she's playing darts? man, everyone in this house is just so fuckin random.

time for aaj ka flirtationship/dunking on each other.

lol he's like "i love this game, may i join?" and she's like "of course! anybody can play games!" askajdalskdjlsakjd i really love new riddhima.

he peppers in the fact that she'd gone out and she's like uh yeah, you're coming in from outside too, aren't you? SAWAAL EK, JAWAAB DO. LAMMMMMMMMMBIIIIIIIIII KHAAMOSHI.

she explains her outing as a quick trip to the chemists' for painkillers.

aaaaaaaaaaaand now they're challenging each other at darts and ugh, so boring. i liked it better when you were rubbing up on each other, go back to that.

she threw a dart which was nowhere near the centre and is like bullseye!!!!!! and he's also acknowledging it as a bulleye. do y'all just not know how to play this game or..................??????

anyway some more vagueass bs between them and ugh does this have a point????????

anyway she left the meds in the shop for the guard to pick up; i guess dawaais for kabir's head injury?

cut to late night, and dadi's run into their room and blaming riddhima for siya's parivartan. literally everyone in this house is fuckin mental my dudes. idk how that lollipop girl is surviving in here.

precap: riddhima looking hot af in a leather coat/dress and sassing kabir. unf, too good. vansh reaches the house, just as kabir warns riddhima ki vansh is gonna murder the both of them. good. saare marr jao, khatam siyaapa.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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rangermukuro · 3 years

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halentswap 2 thoughts copied directly from my excited rambling on discord

LISTEN. I'VE ALREADY BECOME MORE ATTACHED TO THIS THAN I WAS FOR MY FIRST TALENTSWAP. HEAR ME OUT OKAY. KYOKO IS THE PRINCESS OF A VERY SMALL LITTLE FEUDAL ASIAN COUNTRY (FICTIONAL) WHICH HAS AN EXTREMELY OLD FASHIONED CULTURE. JUNKO AND MUKURO'S FATHER’S FAMILY HAVE WORKED FOR THE KIRIGIRI FAMILY AS KNIGHTS FOR A LONG TIME. MUKURO AND JUNKO ARE THE CURRENT GENERATION OF KNIGHTS FOR THE FAMILY. SAKURA'S FAMILY IS ALL BLACKSMITHS WHO MAKE EQUIPMENT FOR THE KNIGHTS. ASAHINA'S MOTHER IS THE TRAINER FOR THE SOLDIERS, SO ASAHINA GETS TO LEARN ALONGSIDE HER. i'm stopping caps now. celestia was a lowborn who rose through the ranks to become a chef in the castle. chihiro is the court mage, but that really just means she's a fucking great alchemist/chemist! maizono is a traditional dancer with beauty related brainworms. toko and jack take care of the plants and animals around the castle. naegi is actually a little magic and occasionally faints and gets visions. hifumi's family has been the investigators in the country for a while, they do the crime investigations tm. ishimaru is a talented pianist from a well respected family. togami is from a noble family so they can buy him a lot of exploration equipment; not discounting his skill at adventuring, which he is good at, but he wouldn't have had the opportunity if it weren't for his family. hagakure is the leader of the troop of the guard that defends kirigiri and her knights from threat. leon is kind of like a military specialist who's in charge of explosives. mondo takes care of the birds for messaging.

instead of a school the killing game is set in the castle!! which also technically is a school because it's where like. kirigiri has her lessons. but that's not the point and the country is kind of a little bit like. a matriarchy. like women and young women tend to get more prestigious roles than men. it's a commentary on gender like quite a lot of my content is! and the most poggers thing is that there's no memory wiping in this one so they're all aware that they're adults and that they're friends or acquaintances! also maizono had to be very very stealthy in setting everything up. she had a little help from naegi in setting it up though, by using his clairvoyance to plan far in advance. he knew that it would technically end "well" (as in not everyone would die) and that it would be worse if he didn't help her, so he kind of accepted the inevitability of the situation and helped her willingly. oh and there is a monokuma but he's a spirit of trickery that maizono befriended pre-game! he incited the madness within her and helped her plan everything.

#halentswap second edition

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themadchemist · 10 months

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I'm really looking forward to playing Baldur's Gate 3.

Like, it's gonna be my first D&D style game and with how long I've been meaning to get into D&D, I'm really excited about it. And the fact that it has so many options that actually affect your gameplay experience seems super fun, but it's also super scary ngl XD

Like, in most games that I played, what you choose doesn't affect the overall outcome of the story and even when it does, there are usually like idk 3 endings at best, so the way they seem to be going with bg3, from what I understand at least, and how your choices affect the story so much and I think even which companions stay with you (I wasn't that focused on what they were saying tbh, was waiting for the "bear scene" XD) , it's already feeling a bit overwhelming. At least, for someone who's so new to the genre.

Again, I like that your actions and choices have consequences, it's fun, exciting but still a bit overwhelming.

Especially when the 2 characters I liked the most seem to be like complete opposites. Although, with the way I'd probably play my character, at least based on how I did in the EA, they're gonna be "a good person", so while this doesn't seem like it's gonna be a problem for Halsin (who I still can't believe that he's actually gonna be romancable, like YESSSSS!!!), Astarion might prove a little more difficult, with how much that stupid wet cat of a man disapproved of my choices XD (I honestly don't remember if I still got him for the romance scene despite that). Like, for once I'm leaning more to the "I can fix him, I can make him better" side because it would just make things easier for me (Because as much as I personally love villains and bad guys, I really can't choose the "bad" options in games even if I want to lol) and it would be good character development for him, some may find it boring but I think it'd be kinda sweet.

This is like my main concern about all the options (silly I know, but I just want all my faves in one playthrough), aside from the "I want to make sure I get a sort of a good ending" thing.

I know the game isn't even out yet and I'm probably over thinking and over complicating things, but I really hope, with how much effort and thought were put into this game, they would've accounted for such a possible playstyle? Especially from how popular Halsin and Astarion seem to be. And if I can romance them together, it would be even better, simply because it'll save me from having to do more than 1 one playthrough XD

I know it's all about replaying the game and choosing all the different options and the rp and how you get certain things based on your race and class and stuff, but I kinda get bored easily if I have to repeat things.

Maaaan, this turned out waaaaaaaay longer than I thought it would be, can you tell that I'm pretty excited about this game? Lol

And please note that I know next to nothing about D&D lore so if anyone knows where I can learn at least the basic stuff, preferably videos, please let me know!!

#ramblings of a mad chemist #bg3

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youmustbestrongernow · 3 years

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You are always so kind when answering stuff. And you are very knowledgeable and explain it in a way that I always understand everything and English is not my mother tongue 🙈

Also you do give wise vibes of. And you do know a lot about gender, autism etc. but you also always stress how it is individual. You are not speaking for everyone. So yeah I admire that. You are a great person.

This comes of as Theo appreciation post and it should be. You are one of my safe blogs on here. Never drama, only kindness, helpfulness and beautiful heartwarming writing.

Also do you speak other languages? Like the 'they' does not really work in other languages like Spanish, german, french etc. Would you then go with the male pronoun? Or would you do something else?

Also please do tell us things about chemistry. What do you like about chemistry? What do you do with chemistry? Do you need math for chemistry? Do you look like a mad scientist? With spiky hair and stuff? Do you you have an evil scientist laugh?

Ah this message made me smile so much anon, you’re too kind. It’s so nice you think I’m so knowledgeable, but also that my explanations seem clear, especially when I think they’re kind of rambly.

I like wise vibes, I like to think that fits me. I do get called wise quite a lot. Actually I’ve been called wise since I was a little kid and definitely not all that wise. I think it’s more in the way I answer, rather than the answer itself. But that’s the thing, though, I am always happy to give advice, always have been, and to explain things that I understand. But with autism, gender and race or anything else really, sometimes there is a definitive answer, sometimes there isn’t, but either way I like to draw on my own experiences to help explain my answers, and also share how I experience and feel it. Now for some people that will click for them and be very helpful, but I always stress that it is my own personal experience because for others their experience will be different but no less valid and I never want to make anyone doubt themselves.

A theo appreciation post, I love that, it’s so sweet of you. But I like that i’m a safe blog for you, I don’t know I just feel like that suits me, like I don’t think I’ve ever been involved in drama, I’m not a very dramatic person. Funny thing though, I often see mention of drama and people talking about it, mentioning that they’re avoiding said drama, but I never see the drama itself so it always kinda passes me by and I just keep blogging away with my writing and random things I find funny, and of course answer these asks. So yes I’ll strive to remain safe and drama free, and continue to use this to share my stories.

I would say speak is pushing it but… I did learn German in secondary school (up to a-level no less) however it would be a push to say I could speak it. I would like to learn it properly, rather than for an exam because that's a different way of learning, for me at least. But yes I have been asked by a German friend what pronouns to use when she is talking about me to others in German, and for me I am happy for her to use male pronouns or just my name, as as far as I am aware there is little alternative for her to use, and the same applies to titles too, although that would be rather formal!

But yes that’s what I would use, I would be curious to know what others use, especially if you have to navigate the language on a day to day basis, because for me it’s fairly easy, I use male pronouns comfortably but also I have the language for neutral pronouns in English. It would be different for someone who only had neutral pronouns and had no language for it. I did think about this alot when writing Tay, and then Matteo, (and one other character but thats a spoiler) as nonbinary, and how they would be called in German, but I tried not to get too caught up in it because I don’t have enough grasp of the german to figure it out.

Ah chemistry, no I added that at the end because I always stress that I’m not an expert or qualified in most of the things I answer and advise on. I did however used to be a chemist so I wouldn’t have to make that disclaimer if asked a chemistry question, which amused me because I feel like I know more about gender and autism at this point. For me real experience is far easier than book knowledge. That being said I do love chemistry, well actually all science but chemistry is the one that clicked for me. I like the practical aspect of chemistry, working in a lab. When I was in a lab my job was analysing drugs, so it was performing lots of cool tests to get an answer. I think you need maths to study chemistry. I didn’t do maths for a-level, we’re only allowed to do three/four and I wanted to do bio, chem, physics and german, so I didn’t have space for maths, also it would have killed me. But I figured that I would get enough maths from physics. But when I got to uni anyone who didn’t do maths or physics did have to do a catch up course which was the equivalent of an a-level so I guess technically I do have maths. However when I was working as a chemist I would say no, nothing more than basic maths, excel did the maths for me.

I don’t think I look like a mad scientist although I do have mad hair. I have an afro which is currently growing out of control because I can’t get it cut so it’s just getting bigger and bigger, and it’s usually purple or blue so I would say mad but not typical mad scientist hair.

#so that got long #but it was really fun to answer #and as i think about it now #i guess probably the reason i love to give advice #is probably because i had no one to turn to for advice myself #so i always want to help someone who's feeling like that #but it's the same with answering questions in general #if it's something someone is just curious about #i do see a lot of asks on my dash answered quite harshly #and it's just weird to me #like if someone is asking me something it's because they don't know #being harsh or making them feel stupid doesn't help #not everyone knows everything or how to find it out you know?#Anonymous #ask theo

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r0h1rr1m · 4 years

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rambly inception thoughts p.2

this has been kicked off, specifically, by disliking that i failed to include yusuf in this post but there’s already so much going on there re: exact limits/mechanics of imagination in dreams, how to call down projections, moral relativism, crack chara psych, and speculating on the future of ari’s career--and i explained most of it poorly anyway so it’s probably for the best!

to start with, i’ve always imagined that there’s a huge variety in the caliber/class of chemist u can hire in dreamshare. the title probably applies even to people whose capability starts and stops at sourcing base product for somnacin and/or the finished drug. the next level up can maybe mix up different kinds to standard specifications. idk how much education/training u’d need to be able to do this, bc i v much do not chemistry, but i’d bet there’s a lot of variety in ppl’s qualifications in this category, too. a standard formula might affect different ppl slightly differently, like any psychotropic drug (is that even the most sensible analogy to real-world science? idk and i don’t want to risk hours of ultimately fruitless wikipedia spiralling), but in the same vein, the variances will all probably fall within a reasonable range of the same functionality. without, like, some sort of neuro degree, probably, the most fine-tuning a chemist could do is optimize doses/known variants of the drug through trial and error in preparation for a job.

our man yusuf definitely has a high-level neuro degree

so, just like the rest of the team, yusuf is obviously a total powerhouse in his field. like i said, it must take sophisticated knowledge of brain chemistry in order to do what he did on the fischer job, as well as the same mad genius as the rest of them. (as an aside, can i just say how utterly delightful a team dynamic is “group of geniuses who surround themselves with enough people who are the same kind of batshit to normalize it”? i’m weak) and idk how someone gets famous in like neurochem but yusuf is so brilliant he was probably p well known. js imagine the comedic potential of whatever rising-star chemist meeting yusuf and js going dr. ____?! who published those completely revolutionary but completely balls-to-the-wall studies on x and then after throwing the discipline into an uproar either a) dropped off the face of the earth and is now known as smth of an urban legend/cryptid in the community or b) still corresponds w experts in the field but now about the wildest shit and ppl kind of have to mythologize/not think too hard abt the dude who walks in ppl’s heads in order not to risk js breaking everything

so yusuf knows his shit and his initial assertion that 3 levels is impossible can be trusted to carry a lot of weight. which means the fact that he proceeded to do it more than secures his place in the cast of demonstrable prodigies

now, bc this is ostensibly a continuation of a post that’s loosely focused on charas’ moralities, let’s look at the 2 parts of the movie where we most directly confront yusuf’s: his dream den and hiding the sedation from the team. i’m going with the assumption that any legitimate/legal research and application of dreamshare has been discontinued.

come yell at me for over oversimplifying, but that makes the question of the dream den seem p straight-forward. yusuf faced giving up dreamshare research (or came onto the scene after it was already illegal, which could make for some rly interesting stories abt how he would’ve found out abt it) and couldn’t, so he had to find a way to continue on his own. and since it would be in rly bad faith to assume he doesn’t have the full consent of all his test subjects, that’s js that. (i’m not going to argue abt the difference b/w ethics and morals, and i’m laughably unqualified to discuss the ethics of human experimentation anyway so moving on)

hiding the fact that the team was sedated was a major plot point and is discussed w according frequency, so i’m sure most ppl have their own opinions abt what this says abt the parties involved. i’ll readily admit that my view is heavily colored by the fact that i js plain like yusuf. he’s a likeable guy. (i’ll try not to go off on a tangent, but i know that my reasons for disliking cobb are a little unfair; it’s more about narrative structure than any of his personal failings. the fact is i have a weakness for hypercompetence, and cobb is presented as someone who used to be the best, but is no longer reliable. he shows flashes of his old brilliance running the mr. charles gambit successfully and improvising capitalizing on the appearance of fisher’s browning projection on l2, but he’s desperate enough to be untrustworthy and further, he’s untrustworthy in a way that is eminently predictable by the audience. we know from the get-go that his shade is gonna sabotage something, and it’s hard not to blame him for that. we also know from the get-go that he’s desperate enough to drag other ppl into a fool’s mission, and that he’s hiding something dangerous from arthur, who by all appearances should be the person cobb can trust, and the person to whom it’s most important to know that kind of shit. i’m not gonna pretend i anticipated that big twist in the parking garage on l1, but it makes a ton of sense in retrospect and all this makes it easy to see why cobb is so widely mistrusted/disliked by the fandom. and i went off on a tangent, whoops.)

so picking back up at yusuf is a likeable guy--he seems p friendly and easy-going and i thoroughly enjoyed every scene of him on l1. i’m gonna say a lot of his moral considerations come in the form of deciding what is or isn’t his responsibility. mbe he avoided or suitably resolved the thorny ethical question of human experimentation in the same way i kind of did: by saying that the participants agreed to it on their own and leaving it there. this kind of reasoning is how he would’ve let cobb take responsibility for sedating and then informing the team. it’s also probably how he decided to cue the kick early on l1 and make it everyone else’s problem. which i do think was the right decision! it would be absurd to suggest that this highly intelligent man’s patterns of reasoning are always questionable. but i do see a pattern.

as for the advice he’d give ari, i think a lot of this relates back to my mention in the earlier post of whether or not she could let an institution/legislation dictate her ethics to her. i’ve since decided that it’s simpler to assume the institutions are all outside the law, though, so i’m not going to think abt that anymore unless directly prompted. one thing we do know abt ari, though, in contrast to my suppositions abt yusuf, is that she has a v strong sense of responsibility. she took it upon herself to manage cobb, and she took it upon herself to save the job, fisher, saito, and cobb when it looked like everything had been ruined. thinking abt it now, this makes for further interesting contrast w arthur, whose sense of responsibility seems to revolve around personal loyalty, eames, whose sense of responsibility is acutely pragmatic, and saito, whose sense of responsibility is on the grand scale of stopping a monopoly (suitably ironic).

again, idk if i’ve rly made any kind of point, and now i want to go back and build elaborate hierarchies of skill in each job description (architect, extractor, etc) like i kind of did for chemists but, well. if u made it this far bless u, i hope u have a wonderful day. vote

#inception #yusuf #ariadne #arthur #eames #saito #if u haven't check out p.1 cus there's a lot there that i never rly expanded but am figuring out how to #running my mouth #yes absolutely #dom cobb

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kingofdirtandnothing · 3 years

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@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Nineteen

George has a damned fine voice. And it’s a good thing that he does, because the man talks about boring shit more than anybody that Atticus has ever known.

Like now. He’s been droning on about chemical reactions for god knows how long. If they weren’t naked in bed, Atticus would get up and walk off. Go make a cup of tea or something. It wouldn’t deter George at all. He’d just keep on talking.

Because it wasn’t really about having a captive audience. George just did his best work thinking out loud. God only knew how much chatter that little assistant of his heard. Hours upon hours would be Atticus’ guest.

But you didn’t get to be one of the best chemists in the world by being white bread and butter normal, now did you?

Atticus waits for a lull in the onslaught of words, giving it a full three seconds before he speaks, just to be certain George had wrapped up his thought. (He’ll never admit to thoughtfulness out loud. That would ruin his reputation.)

“I’m getting leave again at Christmas.” George shifts onto his side, head resting on the upturned palm of his hand. He’s not what anyone would call beautiful, but there’s something about him that makes Atticus’ blood run hot. (He’s not a looker himself. Atticus figured that out young. He also learned that personality could get you the same bits with just a little more work.)

There’s a moment where George’s eyes are far away. Atticus waits, as patient as he ever is. You had to give the man time to come back to himself from wherever those rambling thoughts were. But there’s a blink and those clever eyes zero in on him, because George is clever, and he sees what’s being offered.

A holiday. Together.

Neither one of them had any family to speak of. Atticus had the crew, and George had his work socials and his bored rich housewives, but beyond that, there wasn’t really much to do on a holiday.

Unless one of those bored rich housewives could sneak away from her family on Christmas day. Which if a woman could handle that, Atticus would concede his spot in the bed, because that’s some fucking logistics and deep lies to accomplish.

“I could swing ‘round this way.” An offer. Because they’ve been doing this on and off for years, but it’s never been Official. It’s never been just the two of them and no one else. Atticus don’t mind it that way. He’s not jealous of saggy breasts or diamond earrings. A man had his urges.

But there was something about asking to spend a holiday together that felt intimate in a way they tended to skate away from. Atticus was head over heels, there was no denying that truth. He’d been in love with George for a long time now, and he’s confident enough to say it’s mutual. But mutually in love and mum about it was a hair different than mutually in love and spending Christmas together like a pair of old queens.

He brushes his fingers along the corded muscle at the back of a strong neck, his breath a sharp exhale when George clambers on top of him. “You aren’t exactly light as a feather here, Georgie.”

And that gets him an elbow right to the ribs for his trouble. “I’m perfectly shaped for all my activities, I’ll have you know.” George had a voice that made your toes tingle. It’s what drew Atticus in, back when they first met. Sitting a few blokes apart at the bar, nursing drinks in the quiet of an early morning.

All the partiers were gone, the lightweights sleeping it off against the bar top. All that was left were the lonely men and the alcoholics. And when Atticus heard that raspy, dry paper grumble of ‘another, damn it’, his dick was already on board and half hard.

There wasn’t much courting, then. But neither one of them were the type for romance. (A lie Atticus perpetrated because if George saw his notebook full of poetry, he’d never let him live it down.) Atticus had simply moved three stools down, knocked back the rest of his pint, looked over at George and said ‘I’ll jerk you off in the bathroom if you’ll do the same for me.’

And they’d been meeting ever since. A slow and steady escalation, because despite the drugs and the booze, George was as steady in spirit as he was in hand. Hand jobs in the bar bathroom became back alley blow jobs. Back alley blow jobs became backseat fucking in George’s car. Fucking in George’s car became a short drive to whatever hotel that Atticus was scrimping out to get him through leave.

All to get them here. Legs tangled like mad drunk grasshoppers, fingers tracing muscle and ink. (George had a fondness for tracing the lines of the compass tattooed on the top of Atticus’ head. He said it helped him think.) Talking about spending the holiday together in a hotel room just like this.

“Well.” The word is snapped off at the end, though the rasp of it is teasing. “If you’re going to be staying more than a day or two, it stands to reason that you should sleep at my place. That way, you can spend your money on getting me a proper gift.”

Another escalation. Atticus knows where George lives. He’d gotten the address back when they were still fucking in the back of the car, fogging up the windows like teenagers. He’d used it only to send the bastard postcards, though. Atticus liked to fill them out with useless facts about things he saw when they were out and about. The biggest thing he saw in a place, and the smallest. What the oddest local cuisine was. Atticus liked his little facts.

And he liked an excuse to keep himself in George’s thoughts, since the slimy git had a habit of taking up space in Atticus’ thoughts, whether he wanted to or not.

But being offered to stay at George’s place? That was a big deal. Because it made this holiday bit even more serious. It wasn’t two men sharing take away on a shitty motel bed with A Miracle on 34th Street playing quiet in the background on an out of date TV.

This was a proper Christmas. At home. In George’s home. For at least three or four days.

“You’d do that?” It’s a stupid response, and Atticus sees just how stupid it is by the way that George is looking at him.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.” And he had a point there. It was like moving mountains to get George to do things he was indifferent about. Atticus couldn’t imagine what it would take to make the bastard do something that he really didn’t want to do.

“Right.” Atticus murmurs, tracing the crow’s feet wrinkles where they crease the skin at the corner of George’s eyes. Some people said you could read those lines, the same way you read the lines on someone’s palm. But Atticus can’t be sure if those were lines of laughter, or lines of squinting behind goggles in a lab.

He hopes it’s more laughter than anything.

Atticus saw a fortune teller once, a little old woman set up on a blanket at the fringes of a bazaar in India. She had taken his hand and pointed out the lines to him in broken English. His life line was long, a few close calls written into the cracks in the line along his hand. His fortune line was more like Morse code, and Atticus felt like that was pretty true to life.

But most of all, she earned those rupees when she pointed out his heart line. ‘Late’, she said with an all knowing nod. ‘Strong.’

It’d be years more before he met George. The old bag had been more right than Atticus could have guessed. Late meant he was in his forties before George Cholmondeley. (And another year plus before he could spell the bastard’s last name.)

Strong wasn’t the half of it.

Nothing was ever going to keep Atticus from being out at sea. But George was enough to lure him back to land more than he ever did before. This was the first year that Atticus was actually going to use up all of his leave, instead of having it converted and put onto his pay.

“Right.” George agrees, and that’s the end of that. There’s a light in those clever eyes that says ‘argue with me and lose hours of your life and still do what I say’ and Atticus can’t argue with those facts.

Arguing with George was like trying to shove a camel through the eye of a needle. You’d work up a sweat, you’d get pissed off and tired, but you’d be no closer to your goal hours later.

No, it was settled.

“And what does a man such as yourself want for a Christmas gift, hm?” Because Atticus has no earthly idea what to get him. He knew all the stupid tidbits, things that George liked to eat, the things that he loathed. What movie he’d roll over to watch, if it was on the television when they were done fucking.

But none of those things equalled out to Christmas gifts. It’s not like Atticus could buy him a tie or a nice pen and call it a day.

“You to figure it out.” And Atticus should have seen that coming. George was contrary, often just for the fun of it. And even more often, just for the amusement of watching Atticus get pissed off trying to figure it out.

“Bastard.” He drops his head back against the overly starched hotel pillowcase and sighs, eyes on the ceiling. There were no stains up there, which was an improvement from the last time that they met up to spend the night together. But it was that popcorn style that reminded Atticus of being a little boy, spending his nights staring up at the ceiling in the boy’s home. Right out of the 1970s, it was.

“You like it.” And again, Georgie isn’t wrong. Atticus loves the holy hell out of the bastard, not that he’s going to say that out loud any time soon. His silence is rewarded with George easing down into the crook of his left arm, cheek pillowed against Atticus’ chest.

He wasn’t exactly a chiseled Greek god, but it was easy to not feel insecure about the softness of his belly when George was running his fingers through the soft, downy hair there.

“A notebook is cheating.” Because he knows that George is going to buy him a gift too. There’s a huff of offense that blows warm air against his chest, and Atticus grins. “If I don’t get the easy out, then you don’t either.”

His notebook did need replacing, though. It was a battered old spiral bound number. In a few more weeks, it’d go in the bottom of his trunk with the other full ones. But he wasn’t going to carry around some expensive leather wrapped thing. Hell, just last week he dropped his notebook in the toilet.

Not going to risk doing that with something that cost more than a pound or two.

“Now you’re the one who’s being a bastard.” George’s irritation always has such a lovely bite to it. Atticus likes getting him riled up, though he doesn’t try too often. It wasn’t easy. But it was always worth his hard work, as evidenced by the blunt nails dragging deliciously down his belly.

It’d be awhile yet before he was able to go again, seeing as they’d just finished fucking about ten minutes ago, but the spirit was really fucking willing right about now, regardless of what bullshit the flesh was on about.

“Yeah. But you love me.”

And yeah, it was very much mutual.

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So, do you think that Shaw would be able to get along with Ultimis/Primis Takeo

(Hey Anon! I’m super sorry to this really late and I feel like I didn’t put a whole lot of effort into drawing some of the scenarios between Shaw and both Takeos, mostly because I haven’t been playing bo4 in a while and other things, but I didn’t want to leave this fully unanswered, so I hope this will be passable until I either draw more scenarios between the Chaos characters and Aether characters. Again, I’m sorry about not getting to this when I got it.)

Anyways, I really do think they could get along, I imagine their first initial meet up, if it was in a calm environment, would be like this:

Shaw I think would be surprised that there’s two Takeos, and if he meet the other members of Ultimis and Primis, he would very much freak out too. But I think he would see both Takeos as the more stable of the two groups as a whole (excluding maybe Primis Nikolai but I’m talking in the sense of both characters from both groups if that makes sense). While they probably wouldn’t be the best source for Shaw in terms of understanding why their in one space and what they have to do, I think Shaw would be able to handle talking with them. And I think both Ultimis and Primis Takeo would be fine with engaging and talking with him o f the Chaos crew (besides Scarlett maybe) despite Shaw’s...”eccentric” behavior due to his drug addiction (idk if that’s what it was officially but if I remember correctly Shaw took a lot of “medicine”)

Which brings me to my next point, I think if they Shaw struggling mentally because of his addiction, I think they would try to help in anyway they can, since I think they are the ones to most likely offer help for someone who is struggling (kinda like with U!Takeo with U!Nikolai, but I guess not really cuz he’s never outright done that, but in the sense that he gets that U!Nikolai struggles a lot with drinking and all that), and I think they would see Shaw as more willing to try things they suggest, like mediations for instance (when they’ve gotten to know each other more):

(While I didn’t draw out this other scene, I was gonna draw something like how Shaw eventually always thinks about some existential either way and madly rambles or something like that due to his medication or his withdrawals)

Another few things I didn’t get to draw out, I think they would try to help him calm down when Shaw has a withdrawal moment or something like that, and I think both Takeos would kinda connect Shaw to Richtofen in a way, mostly because he acts like a mad scientist (or in this case chemist), but I think they would see that he means well, or at least, isn’t totally “mad”. And lastly I think Shaw would be impressed by both Takeos, due to their fighting abilities and heritage, and it’s also a bonus that U!Takeo is from the 1940s-1050s (I think? Or basically he’s not from his timeline), so I think he would constantly question them on what their timeline or life is like.

#my art #ask #anon #anonymous #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #ultimis takeo #primis takeo #takeo masaki #stanton shaw #but yeah again im sorry for not fully answering this like i wanted to #eventually if i get the inspiration i’ll draw more scenerios between the ultimis/primis and chaos crew and maybe feature victis as well #i hope you enjoy this anyways anon and thank you for the ask! im just sorry it took so long

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