#aggressiisms

[kaythefloppa]

[mithrilhearts]

Thank you everyone who voted on my poll for what to do for this new milestone! I can honestly say, I was pleasantly surprised by the results, and look forward to getting to make some gifs! Also, thank you to my followers for continuing to support me (I still have no idea how I managed 3k), whether you followed me for gifs, fanfiction, or even just whatever I reblog. You are appreciated!

Anyway, here’s how this little celebration is going to work!

Make me choose: TOLKIEN EDITION (The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings)

Some various things you could ask me might be...

Characters

Locations

Scenes

Objects

Anything else you can think of!

Some examples may look like...

Thorin or Bilbo?

Rivendell or Mirkwood?

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields or The Battle of the Five Armies?

The One Ring or The Arkenstone?

To which I will reply with some simple gifs as my answer 💜 easy, right?

I’m not sure what the response to this will look like, but I will try to get to as many gifsets as I can - or if I have to come up with my own questions, I will! That is a-okay. I’m just grateful, as I said above, for each of you. 

Thank you so much! 💜

THE “MAKE ME CHOOSE” SETS!

Dragonhearted (not a “make me choose” but an exception)

Ori or Lindir?

Lindir or Elrond?

Thranduil or Bard?

The Shire or Erebor?

The Shire or Rohan?

[kingtycoon13]

practicing self care by blocking on sight any silly "gale x reader" posts that default to Tav being female this fandom still doesn't get that he's queer lmao

[yeonbinwyd]

Jungwon next plsss

sure!

fever

pairing: soft sub! fem!reader x soft dom!Jungwon

synopsis: You and Jungwon work together in the office. He’s an intern and you’re assigned to train him. You and him get closer than you imagine.

genre (w/tags): smut, minors DNI, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,260

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” you greet the new employee. He has a sweet innocent smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He says in return.

“You’ll be training him going forward. His desk will be next to yours so be sure to answer any questions he may have.” Your supervisor instructed. You both agree. You show him the ropes along with any tricks that might help pass the time. Though out the time you were speaking, you couldn’t help up but notice he would stare at you for a long period of time in awe. Like your word was law, he took it very seriously when you told him to be sure not to do something. It was time to be off and the team was going out for drinks but Jungwon wanted a head start on tomorrow’s work.

That happened weeks on end. He was always dedicated to the role and because of your help, his numbers were exceeding his peers. It would bug you how he wouldn’t come out with everyone though. Just to even relax a bit. This Friday, you decided that it was your mission to get this man to relax. It was 5:50 and the whole office was gearing up to go home for the weekend.

“Jungwon! Any plans for this weekend? “ you tap his desk.

“Ahh nothing really. Maybe play some league.” He rubs the back of his head, looking away shyly.

“We should get a drink. I really want to hang out with you outside work.” You try and convince. You had been wearing a lower cut shirt today which gave you some extra attention. You noticed him glancing down your shirt for a second. He looks away again.

“Aah maybe another time” he tries to escape. You grab the arm behind his head.

“Please Jungwon. For me?” You plead. His face turns a bright red.

“Ok I guess one drink won’t hurt.” He caves

“Yes. It’ll just be with me ok?” You reassure. He nods in agreement. Right at 6, you two head to a bar close to the office. He was ready to order a beer but you ask for two shots. It’s too late to stop you. You hand him the tequila shot and a lime.

“Ready?” You asked with a very cheeky smile. He sigh and takes the shot glass from you. You both down the shot and take the lime. After taking the shot, you both make a sour reaction.

“One more?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Maybe just that beer. What do you want?”

“A margarita then.” You request. Jungwon runs up to the bar to grab your drinks. You notice his built frame, standing firm. He dances a bit as he waits for the bartender. He’s always been a little silly whenever you two were together. His sense of humor was charming. As he returning with your drink, you noticed his sharp eyes, making eye contact with you. They pierced your soul. It ignited something within you. He places the drinks down, motioning a cheers. You take the glass, clashing yours against his.

One drink turned into one more and one more. Soon you find that you are stumbling out of the bar. Jungwon, barely faded, helps you make it out of there. He’s worried about you so he takes you home. You both get inside your apartment and you aim for the couch . It was such a beautiful night though, so the balcony was calling your name. Jungwon following close behind you.

“Do you have any water? I’ll get you some.” He runs back into the kitchen and spots some water bottles. He grabs a couple and brings them back to try to replenish you.

“You’re so sweet Jungwon. You gotta be mean sometimes.” You say drunkenly. He chuckles and agrees.

“It’s just easier to be nice” he admits.

“You should try being a bad boy. They’re sexy” you chug the water bottle he gave you.

“Hhhm what else do you think is sexy?” Him curious as to what you could say.

“Guys who are aggressive and assertive turn me on honestly.” You speak mindlessly. His brows jump a bit.

“I can be aggressive.” He pins you along the balcony wall. Those sharp eyes of his take you in.

“Show me then” you demand. He gets caught in the moment, kisses you lightly but in no time his tongue darts into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. He drags his hands all over your body, not missing an inch. You can feel him breathing heavy, sweating a bit even. He was still a bit nervous. You move to caress his face while moaning into the kiss. It relaxes him. He mirrors your moans, guiding his hands under your skirt, his fingers moving your panties to one side. He pulls away quickly to give his fingers a lick. He then slips his fingers inside with a strong hold. You, with your jaw dropped, groan in response. Jungwon, with his other hand, gives your ass a squeeze. He continues to finger you and giving you kisses on the neck.

“I love when you moan for me.” He suddenly drops to his knees before you staring up into your eyes. Both hands holding your thighs this time, seated himself in front of your entrance. He spreads them enough to go for a taste. You caress his chin before he goes for your lips.

“Moan really loud for me ok?” He asks. You nod, anticipating his next move. He takes in your clit giving it a lick. You listen and yell in pleasure. Music to his ears, His eyes roll back, continuing on your clit. Impressed with his skill, you push the back of his head in more so you can grind his face.

“Jungwon, don’t stop” you instruct. He takes it all in, humming against it causing you to cry out.

He takes out his length and gives it a stoke while he continues to eat you out. Extremely turned on, he rubs his face in your cunt. Drunk with pleasure yourself, you manage to bring him back to his feet. He takes the hint and turns you around, holding on to the ledge of the balcony. Jungwon aligned his cock at your entrance, fucking you slowly.

“Oh yes that feels so good.” You encourage. He grabs your neck with a light choke, picking up the pace. As your skin collides with his, you both moan so loud your neighbors can hear you. He caresses your breasts now, giving your nipples a pinch. Pulling and twisting them while the back shots keep coming. You’re pushing back to meet his thrusts. He can’t help but feel the pressure of wanting to cum already but he was going to make sure you were satisfied. He bends you over now, clenching your wrists, fucking you harder than before. He exhales, eyes rolling back, fighting hard not to cum.

“You’re so hot. You’re making me crazy”he confessed as he speeds up. He grips your wrists tighter, bruising you but you don’t feel the pain.

“Oh god I’m gonna cum.” You crumble, tightening around him. He gives in a cums with you and whimpers. He lets go but holds your waist so you don’t tumble forward. You both stay silent for a moment to take in what just happened.

“I guess this is a dead give away that I’m into you” he admits

“I had a feeling” you say with a giggle.

[famoulouswrites]

~Nightmares~

Ace x Y/N

(She/her pronouns used)

(Overblot spoilers)

(Y/N low key has PTSD)

(Not proofread.)

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The overblots were horrible.

The room around growing black, the walls and plants cracked or decaying, the very emotion of the victim distorting everything around them.

Were they even victims? Y/N believed so, but her nightmares painted them in their worst light.

One night, after the first overblot, Y/N dreamt that she ran into the gardens maze, only to be chased by the sounds of yelling and a rose bush hitting the walls.

The next nightmare was even more intense, Y/N stuck alone with Leona, dust clouding the sight of her friends, the threat of being turned to sand closer and closer.

The next one? Hiding bellow a table in the monstro lounge as the sound of foot...or the merman equivalent of foot steps on the tile came closer.

Another? Trapped in golden chains, surrounded by what should have been a joyous party, destroyed by the new head of Sacrabia.

Trapped under fallen debree of the festival,

Surrounded by sobbs and an endless number of stairs,

With each overblot the nightmares grew more and more unbearable.

And Y/N was at her breaking point.

Each night she had these nightmares, along with the normal nightmares presented in the mirror....were those even nightmares if she wasn't asleep?

It didn't matter.

Tonight's was the worst of all of them.

In every dream nobody ever touched her, the threat was present but never actully harming her, until tonight.

Grimm....or somthing that looked like Grimm, scratching her, hitting her wih his claws in an aggressie manner, nobody was the there to help, she screamed for Ace, for Deuce, Jack, Epel, Kalim, anyone! Even for Grim to return to his senses! Nobody came.

In one last pounce from Grimm, she woke up.

Breathing heavily she looked up at her ceiling.

She couldn't do this anymore, why was she always in the middle of overblots? Why was Crowly so irresponsible that he let so many happen in the first place?

It wasn't fair!

Y/N sat up, crying to the point she could hardly breathe. She was convinced that if she had magic, she'd be very close to overblotting herself at that point.

The small knock on her door almost went unheard, until it became more fantic.

Getting out of bed and walking down the stairs of Ramshackle, she could finally hear a scared voice pleading for help.

"Perfect wake up! Riddles on my case again, you gotta let me in till Trey calms him down! Perfect? Perfect!!!"

Oh...it was Ace.

Again.

She walked to the door, and opened it already stepping out of the way for when Ace would come plowing in.

She'd been though this a quite few times before.

Ace was lucky this time, she saw, as he wasn't collared yet. Unlike a majority of times he came bolting into her dorm.

"Oof, Riddles really ticked this time. I swear I thought I locked the door to the flamingos!" He started to rant, walking around the main living room, as he tried to prove his innocence to her, before finally looking back up to Y/N.

"Y/N....you look like crap."

"Wow thanks."

Y/N sighed as she sat down on the couch.

At least her couch was nice and cozy, it made the situation a little better.

It was true what he had said, she did look like crap.

Her hair was all messed up, tears were going down her face still and she was soaked in sweat.

For once Ace looked more orderly than her.

"You....you need to talk about somthin'?" He offered, sitting next to her on the couch.

"I don't know, it was just a nightmare." She said, brushing off the offer.

"Hey! That's serious!" Ace argued "Whenever I'd have a nightmare back home my bro would sit with me and listen to it! Doesn't matter how old I get!" Ace said. "So talk! ...if you want."

Y/N sighed, and started from the beginning, recounting every nightmare she'd had after coming to Night Raven Collage, all the way up to her latest one.

"Dang...." Ace said, shaking his head. "And I thought my nightmare about my pants falling down was bad...."

"Look," he said with a soft sigh "I'm not gonna say you shouldn't worry about those cuz, let's be honest, I think overblots happen here more than anywhere else......this school really needs better therapists, but! You know that you'll always have help!" Ace smiled softly as he sat at the edge of the couch.

"Like-like with Riddles! You had me, Deuce, Trey and Cater! With Leonas you had me, Deuce, Riddle, Jack and I kinda guess Ruggie...does he even count? He did hardly anyth- ok I'm getting off track! Point is, you'll always have help! Ok? You're never going to have to handle one on your own, ok?"

Y/N listened, knowing he was probly right but...she was still scared. "I know in real life I have you guys, but what about in my dreams? I know they're not real but it makes it so hard to sleep..." She sighed.

"Well...um..." Ace thought for a moment "I'll sleep with you tonight! And if any nightmares come, I'll just shoo them away!" He laughed. "That's what my brother used to do for me!"

Yuu smiled. "Thanks....I'd like that!"

Of course, as always, nightmares came as always.

Another one about Leona.

She was back on the playing field, surrounded by sand, she couldn't see anything but the yellow clouds...but this time, she heard a voice calling out for her.

"Y/N! Y/N over here! I've got ya!"

[illnessfaker]

god this pisses me off though like trying to locate where the division between mental disability/illness and physical disability/illness using the body/mind is almost entirely irrelevant anyway because that's not where the distinction is actually created because the distinction is sociocultural. in other words, the distinction between mental and physical conditions is not an essential one, it is one that is externally created due to the ways in which they are stigmatized and also categorized and addressed by the medical establishment and society as a whole.

diagnoses of mental conditions revolve around analysis of thinking and behavior. diagnoses of physical conditions revolve around analysis of bodily function. sanism and ableism against mental conditions revolve around punishment for perceived deviations from normative patterns in thinking and behavior. ableism against physical conditions revolves around punishment for perceived deviations from normative bodily functioning.

obviously these two things have overlap. obviously appeals to neurological functioning are often made when it comes to sanism and ableism against mental conditions ("something is wrong with your brain") but that doesn't mean beliefs around brain dysfunction are the backbone of sanism and ableism against mental conditions. obviously appeals to psychological functioning are made when it comes to ableism against physical conditions (medical gaslighting and accusations of physically disabled/ill people just being "crazy" or "hysteric" or "making things up") but that doesn't mean beliefs around psychological functioning are the backbone of ableism against physical conditions.

yeah, conversion and psychosomatic symptoms exist. yeah, there are many cases in which mental conditions create chronic enough physical impairment or physical conditions create chronic enough impairments in thinking/behavior that the lines between mental and physical disability/illness. yeah, medications that alter neurological functioning are used in treatment for mental conditions, but again, the goal is changes in thinking and behavior + medication is not the only effective treatment. absolutely none of that means that the distinction needs to be thrown out wholesale because that would be like insisting we shouldn't make any distinction between men and women or transgender and cisgender anymore since gender is also socially-constructed rather than being an inherent quality - we still live in a society where gendered violence exists and where men and women/transgender and cisgender people are, broadly, not treated as if they are the same and have different enough general relationships to gendered violence that those categories are warranted in understanding how our society functions.

you can simultaneously acknowledge these 6 things as true:

mind/body dualism is a farce

there are mental conditions can be associated with chronic physical impairment or forms or chronic physical impairment that result from psychological processes (e.g PNES, conversion symptoms, etc.)

there are conditions that are definitively both mental and physical (e.g. motor disorders, neurogenetic disorders, incidences traumatic brain injury with chronic impairments as a result such as cerebral palsy.)

some medications for mental conditions can create chronic physical impairment (e.g. tardive dyskenesia) and some treatments for physical conditions can create chronic mental impairment

mentally disabled/ill people and physically disabled/ill people have many overlapping experiences in terms of ableism stigma/violence that can be grounds for solidarity

the distinction between the two is still warranted because when able-bodied neurodivergent people engage in ableism against physically disabled people or physically disabled people without particular mental conditions (e.g. intellectual disability, psychotic disorders, etc.) engage in sanism or ableism against people with said mental conditions, that's not lateral aggression - that's just straight-up aggression*

*consider that straight-up aggression can also happen within the umbrellas of physical disability/illness (sighted people directing ableism towards blind people/people with vision loss, hearing people directing ableism towards d/Deaf people, etc.) and mental disability/illness (mentally ill people in situations where they are at minimal risk for psychiatric violence encouraging psychiatric violence against those with cluster-b personality disorders or psychotic disorders, mentally disabled people who are not intellectually disabled speaking over or ignoring or co-opting terminology from those who are intellectually disabled.) this is all the more reason to not pretend that the overlap between mental and physical disability/illness means the distinction is useless altogether.

there, i spelled it out for you. can everyone shut up now?

[yenalogyy]

Nakamura Kazuha | Been a while IV

The two arrived at his apartment, as Kazuha seated herself on the cozy sofa in the middle of the room. She glanced around his well-kept place. With a warm smile, she finally spoke, breaking the silence, "Looks like you've got yourself quite a neat apartment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling up. "You're just saying that to be polite. I'm sure your place is bigger than mine."

Kazuha shook her head. "No, really! My place is like, half the size of what yours is."

"Then I'll gladly take your compliment," he replied with a grin, feeling at ease in her presence. He fetched two glasses and poured apple juice into them before placing them gently on the coffee table in front of her.

As they sipped their juice, He couldn't help but be curious about her. "Have you met with some of our old friends during your stay?" he asked.

Kazuha sighed wistfully. "I haven't, unfortunately. I haven't even told anyone that I'm going to be here for about a week, since I'll be quite busy taking care of some stuff." She smiled, her eyes reflecting memories of their shared past. "Enough about me, what about you? Are you still in contact with Yunjin-unnie? Chaewon-unnie, perhaps?"

He leaned back, reminiscing. "Well, it's been around two weeks since I last talked with them, and that was about them ranting about their workplaces," he said, rolling his eyes playfully at the thought.

Kazuha giggled, recalling how he had always been the patient listener in their group. "That's just like you. Listening to what they have to say without saying anything, or even asking about anything in return."

"What can I do, right?" He chuckled. "Why don't you ask them to meet up? I can text them if you want to."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." Kazuha waved her hands, declining his offer. "I can text them myself, though I'm not sure if I'm able to. It's been a long time since I last contacted them."

"Why not? I'm sure they'd drop any schedule they have just to meet you."

Kazuha hesitated, her gaze drifting downwards as she thought about the reason behind her reluctance.

"You know what? I'll text them later," she finally replied, giving a determined nod. "I'll do it once I get home."

"Great," He said with a supportive smile. "So, what were you doing prior to our meeting?"

"Oh, you know, walking around and all. And you?"

"I met up with Han, just catching up with our lives."

As they continued their conversation, He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Kazuha's visit. He decided to press further onto the matter, sensing that she was avoiding the topics of her activities.

"I'm curious, Zuha-ya. What are you really doing here? Surely it can't be just any holiday since you're busy, right?"

Kazuha's eyes shifted to the right, a subtle sign that he had learned over the years - she was about to tell a white lie. This only fueled his suspicions, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was keeping from him.

Just then, her phone lit up with a call, and she quickly picked it up, hoping he hadn't seen the contact's name on the screen.

"May I use your balcony, Y/N? I have to pick up this call."

"Sure," He replied, though his eyes never left her figure as she walked out onto the balcony. Unfortunately for her, he had caught a glimpse of Chaewon's name on her phone.

Why would she lie about not being in contact with Chaewon?

Not long after, Kazuha returned from the balcony with a somewhat uneasy expression on her face, but she quickly regained her composure when she noticed his curious gaze.

"Everything okay?" He asked, pretending he hadn't seen Chaewon's name on her phone.

Kazuha forced a smile. "Yeah, just a friend checking up on me. Nothing important."

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but he decided not to press further. Instead, he changed the topic. "So, about what you're doing during your stay here?”

Kazuha chuckled nervously. "Can we… not talk about that? Please?”

He realized he had been too aggressive earlier about prying into her affairs. He leaned forward, placing a hand on hers. "I'm sorry, Zuha. I didn’t mean to pry into your business like that.”

Her smile returned, this time more genuine. "It's alright, Y/N. I appreciate your concern, but it's just something I can't discuss right now. I promise I'll tell you everything once I can." He nodded, relieved that she wasn't upset with him.

[isayoldbean]

had a dream last night that some post of mine went viral and some people started getting really hostile in the replies so i reblogged it and said 'people are being really aggressies toward me for some reason' and then i started getting death threats

[justi-faiz]

"Justice For Kaixa" is the rawest depiction of trauma in Tokusatsu History.

Hello, I am Wil Justifaiz and this is my first ever attempt at structuring something for Tumblr so please be patient with me. Faiz has been my favourite show in all Tokusatsu, maybe my favourite piece of television ever, despite is very notable flaws. The story of finding your place in a world that refuses to accept you and will villainize you, that will treat you like a monster no matter what you do, the story of overcoming trauma that Faiz represents really speaks to me.

Every single character in Faiz is a victim of severe trauma that shapes their story throughout the entire show but none of them manages to foil and progress the show in the way that Masato Kusaka does. In my completely honest opinion, Kamen Rider Kaixa is the best anti hero the franchise has ever seen and no other character has ever managed to even remotely capture the complexity of his character. A complexity that is on full display in his focus episode, Episode 37: Justice for Kaixa

//SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF KAMEN RIDER FAIZ!!!

Justice for Kaixa takes place shortly after Takumi's secret identity as an Orphnoch is revealed to the rest of cast, an event that fundamentally shakes up the dynamics of the tightly knit friend group that Faiz is known for. The episodes prior to this primarily focus on how this impacts Takumi's relationships with Mari, Keitaro and Yuji as they all struggle to truly adjust to this change. However prior to this episode, there is very little exploration of what Kusaka, Takumi's biggest detractor and the primary hater of Orphnoch's, thinks beyond it just being a justification for his hatred. This is addressed directly in this episode as Justice for Kaixa serves as an explanation and an elaboration of WHY kusaka is the way he is, why he has all those unexplained quirks and why he tends to get defensive and begins to gaslight people whenever he feels like his control over a situation is questioned.

During the following conversation with Kiba, Kusaka accidentally slips up when talking about Takumi, his hatred of Orphnoch distracting him from the possibility that Mari and Keitaro could take offense from that. This is unusual of the always reserved and calculated Kusaka who tries to always appeal to Mari and Keitaro in order to sustain a social control over them, something which shows to us as the audience just how deep Kusaka's hatred of the Orphnoch goes. But why...

Kusaka during the rest of the scene tries to reassert his dominance over the discussion by comparing Takumi to Sawada, even if his point is very much false, something he may or may not be aware of (depends on how you interpret his view on orphnochs, he could genuinely mean this, I am not sure), however Kusaka's logical stance and well worded points that directly draw from Mari's personal struggles is exactly what Kusaka thrives on. The reason he gets away with everything he does in the show is because he can CONSISTENTLY make a good case for himself and KNOWS how to justify his place there depending on who he is talking to. This is Kusaka's strong point, the core of Faiz's drama and THE MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL OF KUSAKA'S CHARACTER THAT SO MANY PEOPLE GET WRONG, Kusaka's need to be in control of everything in his life is the DIRECT RESULT of his trauma and it's what shapes him into the toxic and controlling piece of shit that he is. (and why I really like his writing 98% of the time.) Kusaka, as well worded as his points were, slowly comes to realize that, he didn't succeed in persuading Mari that Takumi needs to die. This is the set up to what I believe to be the best depiction of trauma induced panic attack that I've ever seen in a piece of media. Mari calling Takumi even if Kusaka's told her to stay away is what makes Kusaka realize he is losing control over the situation, a situation which hits VERY CLOSE to the most traumatic moment of his life.

The next shot we see of Kusaka is him aggressively cleaning his hand, a trait that he has displayed ever since his debut, as he mumbles in frustration as to why Mari can trust an Orphnoch so willingly, the very thing that got them all killed all these years ago. Kusaka is very much aware that Mari has no recollection of the event but the irony of it all, how she shows such unconditional love to the very thing he has been trying to protect them from just sets something off in him. Along with that Kusaka begins to feel frustrated that all his efforts to impress Mari, the only person Kusaka seems to have any real feelings of affection for, the only person who Kusaka is willingly to do anything for and the only one who he desires affection from, is seemingly betraying all his efforts without even acknowledging ANY of them. This is the part of the essay where I need to point out, Kusaka's entitlement to Mari's affection is OBVIOUSLY a toxic trait that is very much KUSAKA'S FAULT, just because I will rationalize WHY he has this tendency doesn't mean that Kusaka is JUSTIFIED in any of this. Kusaka's mommy issues and desire for Mari's affection often times has Kusaka disregard Mari's feelings for the sake of comforting himself. Kusaka isn't exactly an incel like Micchy gaim but his unhealthy obsession with Mari is very much a fundamental character flaw.

This is where it happens, one of my favourite scenes in the entire genre, Kusaka PTSD triggers as we finally receive the pay off to his little hand washing quirk as the blood of that night is covering his hand. Seeing this scene for the first time gave me chills, everything about the way things unfold, the score setting in the panic, the build up to it, the eventual "jumpscare", the incredible directing work and of course the highlight that makes it all work together so nicely, the sheer horror in Kusaka's face, an absolutely phenomenal performance by Kohei Murakami that manages to PERFECTLY portray just how scary this hallucination is to Kusaka, just how desperate he is to suppress that night from his brain. All of it is simply brilliant. The show does not try to soften or stylize or shyly draw an allegory to it, Kusaka's panic attack is raw, it's scary and it's very real. They did not shy away from showing just how helpless the all powerful and calculated Kusaka becomes during these episodes, being "reduced" to a screaming and panicked mess, lashing out at his surroundings as he smashes anything his way in this panicked state, trying everything in his power to convince himself that this night never took place.

The scene is chaotic, Kusaka violently trying to scrape the blood of his hand but no matter how hard he scrubs it the blood just won't come off, he fidgets he tries to look away, his breathing becomes heavy and erratic, the sharp violin and the thuds keeping you at the edge of your seat as we see this character who has always been in control breaking down as all his efforts accomplish nothing. No matter what he does, nothing will ever scrape off the warm, crimson blood from his hands and that is terrifying. It's a constant reminder that no matter what Kusaka attempts he will never EVER be able to overcome this event, he will never be able to clean off that blood from his hands. This scene explains EVERYTHING about why and how Kusaka is the way he is, this moment of sheer panic ends as abruptly as it started but it's message is still clear, the blood is something only Kusaka can see, a trauma he can't clean off, even if it's not visibly there anymore, his hand will never be rid of the blood it touched that night, Kusaka will NEVER be able to get rid of what happened to him that night. That's what makes Kusaka's character so tragic, that no matter what he does, he will never find peace.

Even if his hand is clean, Kusaka has been so shaken up by this very moment that he is still manic and unable to compose himself no matter how hard his tries as his panic attack continues. Kusaka looks disgusted and completely shaken up during this entire sequence as he gets up and begins to just smash shit up before he spots the only other thing in existence that acknowledges that he was there that night, the poster with his name written on it. Nothing and no one else in the entire world knows what happened but that poster, the only thing that forces his to acknowledge that night AND THUS if he destroys it, then nothing else can force him to acknowledge that night. The way Kusaka drops on the floor as he desperately tries to erase his name from the poster with a box character almost makes you feel bad for him because he isn't angry, he is desperate and that's what makes it feel so sad. Kusaka is reduced to a complete mess that is completely alien from his usual self because of how debilitatingly traumatic this memory is for him.

The roughness of how he gets to cutting up the poster is pure directing brilliance that is exclusive to it's time, the very wide shots that make Kusaka look small, the way Kusaka can't even compose himself to place it on the table, throwing everything around in his attempts to place it on the table, the messy and very rough attempt to tear out his name. All of it is genuine scary and sad to watch.

Mari catching him during this episode is another great choice to really add onto just how hard it is for Kusaka to control himself during one of these episodes, Mari confronting him as he fails to properly compose himself for long leads to one of the only moments where Kusaka gets violent with anyone that isn't an orphnoch, Takumi or Yuji as his composed and friendly facade COMPLETELY dissipates when confront with his trauma. Not even Mari, the most important person in his life is safe from this need to repress that memory at all costs. This shows Kusaka's need for control in full display because it provides us with the reason, Kusaka losing control of a situation reminds him all too much of that day where he was too helpless to save Mari or himself. Kusaka's need for control is a self defense mechanism, that night left him incapable of ever being vulnerable again whether its socially or physically, Kusaka is a character which every bit of his backstory serves as a reminder to the audience that this is a man who has gone through INDESCRIBABLE trauma without ever receiving any professional help to mend his broken psyche. This is why I find myself able to like Kusaka's character because, even if his actions are unforgivable they are all very rational once you understand who he is and why he is like this. Kusaka is an asshole who was forged through trauma. A narrative that often gets overlooked in recent media is how not every traumatized character is innocent and soft and just needed a big ol' hug to become a good guy. Don't get me wrong, I love characters like that too but Kusaka portrays a really ugly truth that genuinely makes me question why he is such a rarity. He is a traumatized person that never got the help he should have received, he never resolved his traumas and if I may mention a previous episode, his only guidance in life, his adoptive father enable and directly leads him into his path of self destruction, a topic I could and probably will go on about in my inevitable Kusaka deep dive, however the core of this message is how Kusaka is a bad person because he never resolved the issues he had, he never got the help he needed and he has never felt safe since that day, his entire life is a series of unfortunate events. A lot of people forget that Kusaka is an orphan as well, the reason he cares for Mari so much is because she provided him with the protection that he was looking for from his deceased(or maybe she just left him) mother.

Kusaka is what happens when a traumatized person never finds a way to healthily resolve his problems, that gets encouraged to indulge in his darkest thoughts in order to feel safe. This is what makes him such a perfect foil and anti hero. Takumi is also traumatized and yet, while takumi resolves his issues by finding people that will unconditionally love him and bonding with others like him while Kusaka isolates himself further and tries to find a way to be above others so he doesn't get hurt.

This is also why I get so pissed when people call Kusaka a villain, he is very much not that. A big part of kusaka's appeal to me atleast is how he is an anti hero because, much like you and me, he is a normal human. He isn't some sort super villain, he consistently fights for a just(on paper) cause, he is a hero who is a bad person. That's what makes him so unique. He is a bad person that isn't evil.

I'm running out of images so I won't go into as much detail about the rest of the episode + this is what I wanted to talk about mostly but yes, Mari telling Kusaka that Takumi could be the orphnoch that ruined his life is a vital piece of information that in his mind justifies all his hatred against Takumi but in order to assure this theory he needs to calm down, this is where we see Kusaka slip back into his usual persona to ease Mari into sharing the information he needs.

The drama sparked from this episode is just phenomenal and the character work it does for Kusaka is equally as good, I do heavily suggest to people that feel like they still don't fully understand Kusaka to take a look into his 2 character songs, Existence~KAIXA-nized Dice and Red Rock. Both of these songs delve deep into Kusaka's ideology, Existence explores his belief that only he knows the reality of the world, that only he can change fate for he is the only one who is truly "aware". To simplify it, Kusaka sees himself as the main character and everyone else is an npc he has to befriend or take down, that only he knows what's best. Meanwhile Red Rock explores Kusaka's need to be the victor in the end along with the previously stated inability to be vulnerable around others, in a world where people can betray you, Kusaka finds it impossible to confide in anyone for he may be caught of guard and be hurt once again by it. Kusaka wants his peace and does not trust ANYONE to help him with it. So until he wins, he will keep on fighting, he will fight until he has full control over fate itself. That's what makes Takumi such a good foil for him, because Takumi questions said authority while displaying no real drive of his own. It's a fight between the most driven and determined man who is set on revenge vs a man who has no ambition beyond maybe seeing tomorrow. Their rivalry is peak.

The reveal of the blood not being shed by Kusaka and instead being Mari's blood that Takumi supposedly shed is just a great touch, it recontextualizes Kusaka's protectiveness of Mari during the events of faiz while being a genuinely shocking and REALLY well shot scene.

The episode ends in Kusaka trying to resolve his problems by avenging mari's life along with his. In his mind executing Takumi is the only way he can find peace as he prepares to kill him, only held back by Yuji's attempt to rescue Takumi.

This episode is quite honestly one of my favourites in all tokusatsu and what makes Kusaka go from just an asshole that brings forth REALLY GOOD drama, to a tragic, three dimensional character who I can understand and empathize with while rooting against him at every turn. He is truly the most nuanced anti hero in the franchise and there will never be a character like him. I'm so glad that Kohei Murakami thinks so too, often referencing his role as Kaixa and celebrating KAIXA-day every September. He is a one of a kinda character that I genuinely think people should genuinely take another look at and try to see more to him that just how much of a dislikeable asshole he can be. How kaixa's belief that he determines fate is the grave act of hubris which leads to his eventual demise... Thank you all for reading! Faiz is my favourite piece of tokusatsu to ever come out of Toei and it means a great deal to me. I only now realized I never took a deep dive of it before so I thought I should give it a go by analyzing one of my favourite episodes. If you liked it please let me know, I really appreciate all the support! Also kusaka in my mind is 19 and no ancient site from 2003 can convince me that he is actually 21, that's stupid and weird. THANK YOU, BYEEEE!!!!!

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Real Recognises Real II

[A continuation to my story 'Real Recognises Real' https://www.tumblr.com/sneakyparsnipslicer/726911756921978881/real-recognises-real?source=share

Set a few months after, really wanted to revisit Tom and Eric, enjoy!]

Preston had been working at an envelope factory for a while now. Granted it wasn't his preferred line of work, it was a job that paid the rent, it was easy enough money, good working environment too. He kept himself to himself mostly, but in time he reached the position of Machine Assistant and he couldn't be happier about that. He was assisting a man he'd long had a crush on, a guy named Tom.

When Preston had first joined, he didn't know anyone and was nervous about making mistakes. Other Operators would snap and become frustrated but Tom was calm and kind, his voice reassuring and saw no trouble in teaching the same lesson several times over until Preston finally got the hang of it. He didn't really know Tom outside of work, but he was shocked when he learned the guy was single.

Whilst Preston could easily focus on the job just fine, he often found his attention ventured towards Tom. He was blonde, tall, and over the recent months had begun to bulk up and become a bit more muscular and self-confident. Someone must have left an impression on him, but it was only making Preston want him more. He'd taken to spying on Tom in the locker room, started as just subtle glances as Tom took off his work kit and changed into regular clothes, the more of Tom's skin he got to see, the more material he had to 'work with' in his own time. He even found Tom's social media pages, granted his content was tame, he soon got a decent view on the guy's lifestyle. He'd ask Tom from time to time if he was free, but he always seemed to have plans with other workmates.

One Friday as work was finishing Preston went to the locker room to sign out for the day when he saw Tom mid-change, his whole upper body exposed.

'Oh, hi Tom!' said Preston, acting surprised. Tom nearly jumped out of his skin, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

'Oh, hi Preston. Didn't hear you come in!' laughed Tom, turning his attention back to his locker.

'Say, what gym are you going to?' asked Preston, looking at Tom's back. Tom turned and looked at him confused.

'I don't really go to the gym, why do you ask?' asked Tom.

'Oh, it's just I noticed you've been bulking up lately. Wouldn't mind getting some workouts done myself' said Preston. Tom put on a polo shirt and thought.

'Well I hear Energy Fitness is a good gym, decent membership prices from what I'm told. I'm not really about that life' chuckled Tom, pulling some jeans out from his locker.

'Ah of course, I heard you were more into cosplay' said Preston. Tom looked over cautiously.

'Really, who told you that?' asked Tom.

'Oh some of the others were saying about it, you go Comic Con a lot from what I hear' said Preston. Tom looked at his jeans wondering if he should skip changing out of his work trousers.

'Yeah I do, wish people wouldn't talk about my private life' said Tom.

'I'll bet you do a great job on it, love a guy who can pull off Spider-Man with the right muscle definition' replied Preston. Tom fell silent, busying himself stuffing the rest of his belongings into his backpack.

'You good there Tom?' asked Preston, looking over to him.

'Yeah, I just remembered I need to hurry off' said Tom hurriedly shutting and locking his locker.

'Hold on a sec Tom' said Preston. Tom sighed and looked to him.

'I was wondering if you're free tonight, but I guess you're gonna make up a bullshit excuse' said Preston. Tom was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

'You've been turning me down way too often and I'm starting to get sick of it' started Preston.

'Well yeah I just have other plans' replied Tom. Preston shook his head.

'Damn it, why do you insist on playing hard to get?' demanded Preston slamming his locker and glaring at him. Tom was taken aback by this sudden display of aggression.

'I really want to get to know you better, but you never give me a chance. If you do have any free time tonight, I'd love to meet you at The Fox and Peony for some drinks' said Preston dismissively.

'Alright Preston, calm down. I'll join you for one drink only!' said Tom assertively. Preston looked at Tom and shook his head.

'Sure, just be there or don't' mumbled Preston, pushing past Tom to clock out, nearly bumping into their other work colleague Eric.

Later that night Preston made his way to the pub in town. It didn't seem all that busy, but he headed to the bar and bought a beer. He looked around the place for any signs of Tom. Doing a double take he noticed a man sitting in the corner that he was pretty sure was Tom. No, there was no mistaking that face, it was Tom. Preston called his name and Tom looked up from his phone, smiled and waved.

'Hey, good to see you!' said Preston, smiling.

'Well I said I'd be here. One drink only though, right?' replied Tom. Preston chuckled and they clinked their glasses. Upon looking at Tom closer he seemed different, maybe the room's lighting was bad but his hair seemed a bit darker than usual, and his shoulders seemed a bit broader.

'You all good there Squire?' Tom asked. Preston snapped out of his trance and shook his head.

'Oh yeah sorry, um, look I just wanted to apologise for snapping at you earlier' said Preston. Tom sipped his beer and shook his head.

'Nah it's all good mate, it's not like I've made much of an effort to get to know you, work's been busy lately and management are very keen on getting their numbers' said Tom. Preston nodded his head.

'So, what do you do out of work then?' asked Preston.

'Oh a bit of this and that, skateboarding, guitar, going to conventions, playing games' listed off Tom on his fingers. Preston was taken aback. He didn't know Tom was a skateboarder, or a guitarist for that matter.

'Wow, sounds like a busy life!' chuckled Preston.

'Kinda yeah, kinda no, it depends on the day Squire' said Tom. Preston just couldn't work it out, Tom seemed so different here compared to work, a lot more laidback.

'So how come you keep calling me Squire?' asked Preston. Tom looked at him surprised.

'I call everyone Squire!' laughed Tom.

'Actually yeah thinking about it, you and Eric do that a lot' chuckled Preston. Tom finished his beer and sighed.

'Well I'm just gonna go to the toilet, I'll be back in a moment' said Tom, getting up out of his seat and leaving Preston alone. Preston glanced as Tom walked away, his back definitely seemed a lot more broader tonight, and the shorts he was wearing definitely hugged his ass really tightly. He couldn't think if he'd ever seen Tom wearing shorts before.

A few minutes passed and Tom still hadn't returned, Preston decided to down his drink and go look for him. It didn't take long as he found him in the men's toilets near the sinks.

'Hey Tom, thought you got lost' said Preston. Tom turned to look at him, smiled and turned his attention back to the sink, where he had a pouch of tobacco.

'Just rolling myself a ciggie mate, you want one?' asked Tom.

'No thanks, I didn't know you smoked' replied Preston, approaching him cautiously.

'Ah well, there's a lot you don't know about me' said Tom. Preston cleared his throat.

'How do you mean Tom?' asked Preston, inches from Tom.

'Like this' said Tom, and he grabbed Preston's shoulders and pinned him against the wall, his face an inch from Preston's.

'Well this is what you've wanted isn't it? Me and you, a little Tom Time?' asked Tom, looking him up and down, grinning. Preston felt strangely turned on by this sudden commanding presence Tom had.

'I-I mean, I m-might have' stammered Preston, his breathing elevating.

'Well then' whispered Tom, and he pulled Preston into a kiss, to which Preston put up no resistance, he had wanted this. He felt Tom's hands and arms wrap around him into an embrace as the kiss kept going and his tongue began to invade his mouth. Preston could feel himself harden as he moved his own arms to hold onto Tom's back.

'Give me everything' moaned Preston as Tom kissed his neck.

'You asked for it!' replied Tom, locking lips with him again and inhaling. Though at first Preston could only taste beer and tobacco from Tom, it soon started to get better, perhaps he was losing his mind but he began to taste sweeter, creamier. Preston opened his eyes and could see that Tom seemed to be deflating slowly and he himself was beginning to inflate, his muscles expanding. The thick creamy fluid in his mouth began to fill him, warm him, it was heavenly. Tasting of peaches, cream, honey, it was amazing. Tom squeezed Preston more into his body as the fluid he was secreting into Preston began to lessen. Tom shuddered and pulled back, shaking his head and looking at Preston, who was dazed but smiling.

'Holy shit! How did you do that?' asked Preston, licking his lips and looking to his newly gained muscles. Tom shook his head and blinked his eyes.

'Fuck me that was different!' said Tom, as if he had no clue of what he just did. Preston noticed Tom's clothes were more loosely fitting on his body now.

'Just what the hell are you Tom?' asked Preston, but as he said that he began to feel drowsy.

'It's alright Preston, just let him work his magic' said Tom reassuringly, placing his hands on Preston's shoulders. Preston began to sway and fell onto Tom.

'Him? Magic? What are you talking about?' Preston asked, his head resting on Tom's shoulder beginning to doze off.

'That's right, just rest now Preston, it's alright' whispered Tom, patting his back. Preston smiled, he liked Tom being like this, before he knew it he had lost consciousness.

Tom carried Preston onto the sink and placed him carefully against the wall.

'Alright, you can come out now Squire!' said Tom, folding his arms. Preston's eyes opened and he stretched, yawning.

'Well that went nicely I think' he said, massaging his chest and smacking his lips. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, granted it wasn't the face he was used to, but he winked at Tom's reflection all the same.

'Yeah well, you nearly gave yourself away on a few occasions Eric, but thanks for helping me out all the same' smiled Tom to which Preston, or rather Eric nodded his head.

It had been a few months since the first time Tom and Eric had merged in Eric's garage, since then they'd made a semi-frequent habit of it, and by now Tom was willing to let Eric wear his body sometimes, though as a result, Eric had stretched Tom's skinny body out a bit, leading to some unwanted attention it seemed.

'Gotta say, that transferral was a bit different, is that new?' asked Tom, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting the sweet residue.

'Indeed it is, I can transfer in several ways, gotta keep it exciting for my most favourite Squire!' Eric chuckled.

'So you literally became muscle milk?' asked Tom. Eric's eyes widened and he nodded with the most unhinged smile on his face.

'That's fucking crazy!' laughed Tom.

'Crazy? I was crazy once' said Eric ominously.

'They locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats' said Tom.

'And the rats made me crazy!' they both said, bursting out into laughter.

'But anyway, what are we gonna do about this guy?' asked Eric, patting his stomach and pocketing his tobacco pouch on the sink. Tom thought for a moment.

'You can access his memories right? I need a few concerns putting to rest' Tom requested. Eric nodded and closed his eyes, searching.

'Let's see, oh he's been checking you out alright, nearly every time your back's turned' began Eric.

'Yikes!' said Tom, creasing his eyes a bit.

'He's been checking out your social medias' continued Eric.

'Fucking knew it! That mention of me cosplaying Spider-Man was way too good to have been a guess' scowled Tom.

'Oh shit! He's built a shrine to you in his bedroom!' laughed Eric.

'What the actual fuck?!' Tom hissed wide-eyed.

'Nah, I'm just messing with you Squire, but he is big into you, obsessed even, very unhealthy' said Eric, opening his eyes. Tom paced back and forth.

'Well we can't just get rid of him, maybe we can take those feelings and get rid of them?' asked Tom.

'Well it's possible yes, but it's gonna suck, at least for you' sighed Eric jumping off the sink.

'How do you mean?' asked Tom looking to his friend.

'Well I can concentrate his memories of you, feelings and all that into one place, you're just gonna have to suck them out' said Eric, giving his body's junk a shake. Tom looked in disgust.

'Oh come on Eric, I'm not about to give you a blowjob in a public toilet! What are we? Teenagers?' asked Tom. Eric raised his eyebrows and gave a flirtatious look and walked into the nearest cubicle.

'You know you'll like it!' called Eric in a sing-song manner, giving an evil laugh. Tom looked to the bathroom door and shook his head.

'You're just lucky it's you Eric, anyone else I'd tear their fucking dick off!' replied Tom, marching over to the cubicle, thrusting the door shut behind him and locking it.

Tom sighed and turned to Eric, who had already taken Preston's jeans and boxers off, revealing a greasy-looking penis standing at full attention.

'He could stand to clean that thing once in a while. How much of it's you?' asked Tom.

'Hmm, easily over half I'd say' said Eric, looking to it. Tom shrugged his shoulders and got down on his knees, ready to get to work on it. He grasped it and Eric shuddered in anticipation. Tom looked to him.

'Tell me that wasn't you' said Tom, glaring.

'Oh no, he's been wanting this for so long, he's a bit touch sensitive' said Eric, winking at Tom. Tom sighed.

'Well, at least it won't last long then' mumbled Tom, beginning to take the cock in his mouth. He let the shaft down the back of his mouth and began moving his head in a slow rhythm. Eric put his head against the wall, looking to the ceiling, concentrating on Preston's every thought and feeling regarding Tom and guiding them South.

'Alright, on their way to you now Squire!' panted Eric, biting his lip. His body started to wriggle and Tom firmly grasped the thighs, picking up the rhythm. Eric's breath became more laboured.

'Wow, you're angry tonight!' chuckled Eric. Tom looked him dead in the eyes, the dick slipping out of his mouth.

'Well I hadn't planned to be in a public toilet on a Friday night giving head to a greasy cunt like Preston!' growled Tom furiously, jerking the dick harder. Eric placed his right hand on Tom's right cheek.

'Hey, later we can have another session, just me and you if you'd like' smiled Eric. Tom did smile at the idea, if anyone could get him fully going it was Eric.

'Alright then, let's get this over with and get Preston home' said Tom, returning to sucking. Eric nodded and placed his hands behind his head. Shortly after Eric's body began to twitch more.

'Oh! Here he comes! Here he comes!' moaned Eric. Tom quickly took the dick out of his mouth and Eric groaned as he nutted a few thick splurges all over the door behind Tom. Eric sighed and laughed.

'There we go, he could not give a fuck about you now!' Eric announced proudly, wiping his forehead with his hand, catching his breath.

'Good' replied Tom, wiping his own mouth and grabbing some toilet paper and proceeding to wipe the mess off the door.

'Why bother with that? It'll dry' asked Eric, busy pulling the boxers and jeans back up.

'All the same I am not a messy house guest. Yes it's a public toilet, but the less evidence of this, the better' said Tom, folding the gunge-housing tissue and throwing it into the toilet, flushing it.

'Right, since you're in his mind, delete my socials from his browsing history. Check his photo gallery too just in case. We'll dump him back at his place and then we'll get some beers in and you can come over mine tonight, sound good?' asked Tom, unlocking the cubicle door and making his way to the bathroom door to hold it open for Eric, who nodded and pulled out Preston's phone, inputting the password and checking for anything Tom-related and deleting or erasing it. Tom knew the address once Eric had told him it and they began to make their way there. Upon arriving, Eric unlocked Preston's door and they both went in to his bedroom. Tom sighed a breath of relief to find there indeed wasn't a shrine for him there. Eric laid himself down on Preston's bed and began to unmerge himself from Preston whilst Tom checked Preston's cupboards and drawers for anything like diaries or photos of him, surprisingly he couldn't find any.

'Squire, we have a problem!' called Eric. Tom hurried into the bedroom to find Eric standing naked over Preston.

'You're wearing my clothes' said Eric, looking at his t-shirt and shorts on Tom. Tom sighed and pulled the t-shirt off, turning around.

'Very well, get in then!' sighed Tom, presenting his back. Eric rubbed his hands and grinned.

'Nice!' he said, beginning to stroke Tom's shoulders. Tom positioned himself against the nearby wall to support himself whilst Eric wrapped his arms around him and began to sink in. Eventually the two friends were one again, and Tom put the t-shirt back on.

'Right, I think we're done here!' said Tom happily, clapping his hands together. Preston stirred in his sleep and he thought it best to get out as soon as possible. He locked Preston's front door, posting the keys back through his letter box and headed off for some beers and quality time with Eric.

The following Monday Preston arrived at work same as usual. Heading to the shop floor he was greeted by Tom.

'Morning Preston, did you have a good weekend?' asked Tom, looking up from the work computer and smiling. Preston rubbed his head.

'Hey man, don't remember much of it if I'm honest' yawned Preston.

'Well we've got a busy day ahead so you'll need to wake up soon. We're moving from Size 10 to Size 6, so would you be alright to change the bubble wrap?' asked Tom, to which Preston nodded, not really looking at Tom. He headed off up the machine and Tom looked across the factory, on the other machine was Eric checking an envelope for misprints. He looked up at Tom and smiled, giving a thumbs up. Tom winked and gave him a thumbs up too, he sighed happily and proceeded to focus on changing the ink rollers.

[pupmkincake2000]

Longpost.

Lately, I have been very annoyed by the frequent statement that “Jeffrey is covering for Hank at work.” And to be honest, I have no idea why people are so sure of this.

Let's think about this logically and competently, because this misconception is quite infuriating.

In addition, Mr. Anderson is sometimes called a useless worker, which means people believe that all his merits are in the past. But why?

This statement seems dubious to me. What is merit? These are outstanding achievements. How often does any police officer manage to achieve some outstanding achievements? Not so often, I assure you. Simply because in the US - a free country where people still remember who the Founding Fathers were, where the possession of firearms is allowed and where there is no strict system for registering citizens - it is impossible to achieve the absence of crimes.

People may disagree and say something like "oh, this is how things are now, but according to the game the year is 2038"

My response is: what should have changed radically? Lady Warren, the President, rose to supreme power starting as a blogger. Mr. Kamski has a firearm and he deosn't fear to use it in front of a cop. Leo Manfred uses drugs. The murder of Carlos Ortiz does not cause any particular horror; the police investigate the house routinely, exchanging remarks and gloomy jokes. Somehow it doesn’t look too much like a wonderful future, but it is quite consistent with the expected development.

Current technologies, of course, are still far from intelligent androids, but if some breakthrough is made (in this case, the discovery of thirium), then yes, it will look like modernity. From this we conclude that a lot of crimes are committed, and criminals have enough opportunities to avoid punishment. What can a police officer do in this case? Count on experience and detective luck, but this in no way guarantees triumphant captures and skyrocketing case solving rates.

In other words, Hank had the opportunity to participate in a group pursuing drug dealers and he took advantage of it. Now such brilliant prospects do not appear, but this does not mean that they will not exist. And here we smoothly approach the next statement.

Mr. Anderson is retained in his position only because Mr. Fowler's covering for him.

To begin with, I would like to ask: where exactly do we see this so called covering? What does Fowler do to “cover up” an employee’s negligence? Is he lying to his superiors? Falsifying reports? Is he hiding any Hank's flaws?

But there is nothing like that. According to Fowler, Lieutenant Anderson’s personal file is full of disciplinary sanctions, which directly indicates that not only Fowler, but also his superiors are aware of all the shortcomings. But at the same time, no one is talking about the fact that it’s high time for Anderson to retire.

Fowler threatens to fire Hank in the only case - when Hank is stubborn and does not want to accept deviants cause. And here Fowler is right: this is the police, there is no place for the concept of “I don’t want to do this.” Besides this, only Hank himself talks about throwing away the badge. And Perkins too, if you start a fight in the department. But in this case, we should not forget about the historical confrontation between the police and the FBI, and also that it is not customary to hit an FBI representative in the face, especially when he is conducting a case of national importance.

Going back to Anderson’s characterization and personal file… So, the authorities (not Captain Fowler, but more senior ones) are aware that Lieutenant Anderson is working not without criticism. And... they do nothing. Does that mean the entire Detroit police force is covering up for Lieutenant Anderson? Doubtful, don’t you think? This means that, apart from disciplinary wornings, Hank is working wonderfully and there is no need to protect him.

This leads us to the next statement.

Mr. Anderson is careless at work, drinks heavily, is aggressive, and is inappropriate for his position.

It is unclear to me where the statements of negligence and inadequacy come from.

Mr. Anderson takes on an unpleasant deviants case at the very beginning… What's nice about it? Not only does working with robots bring back difficult memories, but there is also another aspect: there are no regulations and proven schemes for such cases. After all, there were no android-criminals before. How to work with them? How to look them for? Who to ask? What will be considered the limit of acceptable self-defense? What will be considered the permissible pressure limit? So, the first policeman ever getting that kind of case will have to work on it without guarantees and insurance, and he doesn't know when the others would help. Great deal!

By the way, this proves Anderson's highest qualifications. Mr. Fowler is confident that Hank can handle the case. And there is no need to talk about friendship, Fowler has to report the results of this case to his superiors, where friendship won't justify you if you fail. The fact is that Captain Fowler entrusts Lieutenant Anderson with a case, the disclosure of which was previously put under surveillance.

This concerns suitability for the position. Then there is the issue of negligence. Again, where do we see this? Hank performs the full range of actions: inspects crime scenes, interrogates, chases those involved in cases, fights them. It’s typical that Mr. Anderson doesn’t let Connor go forward — it’s a habit. Civilians and other individuals need to be protected even by your own body.

And he draws sensible conclusions. At least Connor, who is much more aware of the internal affairs of robotic deviants, understands Hank perfectly. This also works the other way round, there is no misunderstanding. Mr. Anderson behaves correctly and reasonably during interrogation (which cannot be said about some other representatives of the DPD), and also shows attention to detail (for example, during the examination of an unnamed client at the Eden Club).

And what’s interesting is that the police are usually not blamed for some aggression. I say, some - within acceptable limits. We all understand that this is a job where you can’t talk, like at Queen Elizabeth’s reception. Mr. Anderson can be harsh, but not rude - and this harshness is never directed at those with whom Hank comes into contact at work. Unfriendly to Perkins during the first meeting in the tower? Is Perkins very friendly?

So we get to the point where Hank is working like a normal cop. What goes next? The accusation is that he drinks a lot. But this is only half true. He drinks a lot, no one denies it, and Mr. Anderson himself doesn’t deny it either. But he comes to work sober and collected. And that's okay. It is also normal that an officer may be called to work after hours. As well as the fact that this same officer, at the moment when he was pulled to work, can sleep, eat, wash, have sex, be drunk, fish two hundred miles from the city… That’s the job. And Mr. Anderson reacts to the call quite adequately: he realizes what is happening - and gets to the scene of the incident as quickly as possible. Seriously guys! In the Russian Roulette chapter, Connor arrives at Hank's house at 7:51 p.m., and at 8:17 p.m. both arrive at the Eden Club! Twenty-six minutes to get yourself in order and get to the right place! Even if this club is located in the next block, can you do this, my sweet prosecutors? Even if you’re not drunk, but just relaxing in the bath, for example?

With all this, we cannot help but notice that Mr. Anderson comes to work late, which causes a good-natured smile from his colleague. Obviously, there are disciplinary sanctions somewhere nearby, but this is compensated by the fact that Hank does not refuse overtime work. And it’s damn fine not to refuse overtime either! Because Hank does care, and he knows exactly what it's like to be an officer. And that guy who makes fun of Hank and his coming to work late is himself ready to go out at any day and hour? It is quite possible that he is.

And this brings us to the next part of my text.

Everyone should understand that Mr. Anderson is loved at work.

This is true because Hank’s own characterization directly states this. Yeah, he isn't loved by everyone but most people we interract with do love and respect him. And if we talk not about specific individuals, but in general, then there is no hostility towards Mr. Anderson. No one looks angrily/displeasedly at him. Doesn't badmouth him behind his back. Relations with the majority are at least equal.

I won’t draw any conclusions, this is what I wanted to say.

[lord-of-the-wasteland]

these are cool! answer however you see fit. <3 21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

// at first he always thought that brutal domination and destruction were the only things fulfilling him. but that was partially given due to his actual homeworld and also another part caused by the pandora's box that had a rough grasp on him. the box seems to make people longing for more and more power in an aggressie way. enhancing an already aggressive personality. luckily this entire plan literally exploded into his face and he got the chance to work on himself. I mean... techncially Doom really did him a favour with all of that. one can only imagine if Donnie grabbed that box and went for all the voices inside of it. voices that made people like Hope go mad. ahem yeah. so right now that his former goal was crushed, he is actually looking for a new purpose in his life. one that is far less obsessive with power. he is still impressed by it, that will probably never change. but he longs for a healthier relationship with it, if that makes sense.

[perezhilton]

Ben Affleck really gets a Kick out of this Kennedy! 😝😝

[aita-alternia]

AIITA for "pushing" someone into traffic? My kiismesiis (9M rust, who II wiill call R) and II (9M gold, dead) were leaviing a subgrubway statiion iin the 'cluster when an oliive (appx.8 sweeps? II wiill be referriing to them as O) started piitch-fliirtiing with us (well, wiith R. IIt iis hiis body, after all). R made an attempt to diisengage, but O contiinued to follow us for another block and a half, and was clearly not iintendiing to giive up anytiime soon (even after R told them that hiis piitch quadrant was already occupiied). O got physiically aggressiive, so II used my psiioniics to push them iinto the street. R thiinks II should've let hiim handle iit, but the street was riight there, and that oliiveblood had plenty of tiime to leave us the fuck alone before they got a mouthful of car tiire. R and II diid end up arguiing iin the miidle of the siidewalk, though, whiich was defiiniitely embarrassiing (and not my iintentiion). Diid II overstep?