#all forms of hatred

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Rod Liddle

If only our TV news programmes and politicians could bring themselves to call it all ‘Far-Right Terrorism’, then something might get done – because we all know that Far-Right Terrorism is the biggest threat to our democracy. But they don’t. Even though it is, of course, far-right terrorism, lower case – the real far-right terrorism which our politicians do not want to think about and indeed lock people up when they complain a little vociferously about it.

A week or so back the Dutch football club Ajax of Amsterdam played a cup tie against the Israeli side Maccabi Tel Aviv and as a consequence what the media carefully call ‘pro-Palestinian’ thugs attacked the visiting Jewish supporters, with five hospitalised and 20 to 30 more injured. Many of the attacks were carried out by young men on mopeds – according to one Dutch politician, Moroccan young men on mopeds, which is about as close to actually identifying who these perpetrators might have been as you will get. The Israeli government reacted with shock, booking two planes to bring the football fans home from the fetid ghetto that parts of the decent, liberal Netherlands has become. Dutch politicians lined up to do the platitude stuff. The reliably witless Ursula von der Leyen, President of the European Commission, was among the first out of the blocks: ‘I strongly condemn these unacceptable acts. Anti-Semitism has absolutely no place in Europe. And we are determined to fight all forms of hatred.’

Just read that vacuous bilge again – the bloodless and vague ‘unacceptable acts’ and ending with a commitment she does not remotely mean to keep. Oh, and anti-Semitism has absolutely no place in Europe? Au contraire, Ursula. It has many, many places, largely as a consequence of policies enacted by people like you. So, in that crescent (fittingly) of Europe from north-west France, through Belgium to Rotterdam and the Hague – and now arcing further north, to Malmo – these are the places where a large diaspora of Muslims from the Maghreb and the Levant have settled. Hey, it’s just occurred to me – gee, could there perhaps be some connection? If there is you can bank on the mainstream politicians and the mainstream media not to make it.

[yeyinde]

I’m begging for your opinions on regency era nasty Simon😭😭

i promised myself this wasn't going to become an anthology but here i am. anthologising.

he's from the absolute bottom of the social circle. his dad was the town drunk, and Simon made a lot of enemies. Price's shady dealings put him and Simon together. i want him to have gone to jail—possibly for murder—and it really shaped who he was as a person. made worse, naturally, when his whole family is killed as soon as he gets out. Simon is blamed, but there's no evidence. rumours start about how a rival gang tried to bury him alive when he was in jail, but he dug his way out. they say he died. he's a monster. a pariah.

he's probably a butcher by day but takes care of Price's dirty work by night. helps run the racket. is an enforcer. just a mean, broken man. spent his formative years in jail surrounded by horrible men.

and you!!! ahhh, Mrs Price's NOSY niece. she goes missing and you come down, sniffing around because this isn't right. why would your aunt run off when she's been raised properly? this isn't like her. it all seems so suspicious. and Price's accusations have tarnished your family's reputation - saying that she ran away with a lowly barkeep in the middle of the night. a decades-long affair, stole money from him. all sorts of nasty business that ruin your family. so, you come to stick your nose into things and ask the questions no one else will.

Price doesn't want you anywhere near his almost wife/servant girl, so he sics the biggest, meanest dog he has on you. only. instead of killing you, Simon takes a disgusting interest in the prim socialite who somehow manages to talk down to him even as he towers over you. it breeds an obsession. unravels all these awful thoughts he's had about the upper class. and his boss giving him the go-ahead to ruin this pretty little bird that always seemed so untouchable? well. sure.

he's keenly aware of how your circle works, and uses that tongue advantage. mocks you when you snap at him to keep his filthy hands off of you, and tells you that you should have stayed in your ivory cage, little bird. gets a sick, twisted pleasure dragging you down the social ladder just by lying his dirty fingers on you. from gold cuffs to a pair of rusting, iron shackles. he loves ruining you. gets off when you call him all sorts of nasty names, trying to act all prim and haughty still, even with his cum drying on your face.

you call him a monster and he pinches your face between his thumb and forefinger, cruelly asking you if he's a monster, then what does that make you? the little fool carrying his monstrous brood. who in your little circle is gonna want you now? knowing that a beast like him put his hands all over you and his babe inside of you? probs whistles to himself as he gets to work on "disappearing" your aunt for good while your whole world crashes down around you lmao

Price is miffed that you're not just as missing as your aunt, but. whatever. Simon's content. you're taken care of. and he gets to pretend to be a good man with his pretty little servant girl tucked into his side. everyone wins.

[uncanny-tranny]

The first mistake I see people make is assuming there are completely "nonviolent" ways to be transphobic. It seems like some people conceptualize transphobia as being either violent (which is always physical in some way) or nonviolent (which is "simple" emotional, verbal, or psychological abuse)

It seems, also, that people presume that when somebody has "noble" intentions for their transphobia - "I'm trying to save you!" for instance - it is suddenly nonviolent. Consider, though, how a transphobe would "save" a trans person. Would they allow that person to exist unadulterated (including being able to transition), or would they prefer to put them through conversion therapy, or revoke their access to bodily autonomy, or force them to have children, or anything that will prevent them from transition or even identifying as trans or otherwise tying them down with the obligations that prevent transition or identifying as trans?

There is no true "nonviolent" way to be transphobic because being transphobic relies on denying one the ability to autonomy and personhood. Fundamentally, even the transphobes who "want to save us" only do so in their own self-interest to save them from the horror of knowing that more people than they are alive and thriving.

[hawnks]

Anyway… at one point you read something and you loved it so much it made you want to write. That love is still inside you. You can love like that again, if you try.

[katyspersonal]

me: I do not really understand the hardcore insistence of some Mohg fans/simps that he could not or must not have done any sexual-incestous crime! Not only it is a reasonable version, but also extremely interesting and intriguing to explore how not all victims of oppressive system are good people! Soulsborne is super fitting for fucked up themes and characters, any Mohg is valid and fun including the darkest you can get, right? Extremely messed-up interpretations of Mohg don't THREATEN other fans in any way shape or form!

fandom clowns: *passively-aggressively shun Mohg fans from the circles, attack Fromsoft for """homophobia""" (wtf), confuse acknowledging the event with enjoying the event, will label Mohg fans as insensitive or danger to real SO/incest victims, fear Mohg as an awful scary taboo to bring up in memes compilations or fanart that could obliterate all fun despite him being part of the canon, demand blacklisting anything about him in their clown Discord servers thus making lore chats weird, shame or block people with flattering interpretations for MeDiA iLiTeRaCy uwu, treat hating Mohg as a moral act rather than personal stance and generally cause a lot of hostility in the fandom, ALL because whereas seeing Mohg's SO as canon they then got mad at this canon instead of either swallowing it or move onto another videogame free of this theme*

me:

me: Nevermind, this fandom is chronically incapable of handling the dark themes and think the fandom owes them sanitised experience.

[seleneprince]

A Court of Shadows and Blood (ACOSAB)

Summary: What if Nesta's trip to the Wall went different? What if she managed to get through without help? And what if, instead of Feyre, she found someone else?

After witnessing her sister being taken by a powerful Fae and enduring the burden of being the only one of her family to know the truth, Nesta Archeron decides to take matters into her hands and rescue Feyre herself, going up to the one place she was taught all her life to fear and avoid: The Wall.

But when she reaches the land of Fae, it's not Feyre whom she finds first. Instead, she comes across a man made of shadows that likes her venom and ends up as his prisoner in Under the Mountain. Nesta has to manouvre her way around this court of death and monsters with only her wit as weapon, at the same time she endures Rhysand's games made to amuse himself at her expense.

But Nesta was raised for conquest, nurtured with her own blood and tears until even her mind was made of iron. This Lord of darkness won't break her, nor the red-haired demon he serves. She'll save her sister one way or another, even if she has to become another monster herself to do so.

[commander-goo]

the way you carry yourself

(alt ver below. smile)

[serenit-teas]

I need to see more hater behavior between Alfonse and Líf, I need these two at one another’s throats!! They have beef and unresolved issues due to MANY reasons, but one of the funniest things is just?? One being faced with the others attitude and being constantly reminded ‘Man I hate this guy, this guy is the worst.’ (<- Was once this guy(Líf)/ Has the capacity to become this guy(Alfonse). It’s like a cat seeing itself in the mirror and NOT enjoying what’s reflected. I want these two to hash it out and it just be the ugliest fight Zenith has ever seen!!! This is my steel chair wrestle mania cage death match!!

[desultory-novice]

[Trimming for length...!]

...Mechalor Anon, how dare you take my attempts to give them a vaguely implied happy ending and convince me (challenge level: super easy) to turn this into something Truly Horrific... ANYWAY!

Snowflake!Noir and Adeleine, aka...**** ****...

Adeleine, as always, takes up art. She's more unsure of herself, so she's been experimenting with different crafts, trying to find the one that fits...whoever she is now. Noir waits tables at Kawasaki's while learning how to cook from him. He's stuck with his collar but the encroachment seemingly stopped with 02's defeat so...that's good.

[This timeline MUST have a Happy Ending. See? They're even smiling!]

They have a home at Castle Dedede when they're not out...enjo... sorry ENJOYING!! Dream Land; the soft cuddle bear penguin king unable to NOT care about these two in every reality, apparently ^^

Overall, they're not fine. All that shock and trauma in rapid succession, followed by being in communion with a dark power, letting it gently infuse their souls for decades to help escape their awful waking life, only to be very psychically available as it was destroyed and then waking up in a perfectly ALIEN situation that only pushes the two of them closer together is totally not fine though!

Today was another good day...

[Warning: horror, body horror, original attempt at biblically accurate Kirby last boss, semi-realistic eyes, no salvation, character death]

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:Adeleine smiles wide, hopping onto the large bed where Noir sits:

Adeleine: "Ready?"

Noir: "Only if you're ready to lose two bucks."

Adeleine: "No way! Today was a good day! It's going to work!"

:Adeleine gears up to pry at Noir's collar, trying to break or otherwise remove it from him. It still refuses to budge:

Adeleine: "...Nghhhhhhh!"

:Noir wryly shakes his head:

Noir: "Ready to call it quits?"

Adeleine: "...Noir, are you sure you didn't accidentally glue this thing to you and you've been too embarrassed to tell me the truth?"

Noir: "Says the girl who sewed the shirt she was wearing TO my apron when I asked you to fix the ties on it for me. I didn't know you hated being apart from me that much, Adeleine!"

Adeleine: "No~ir!!"

Noir: "Anyway, no, I didn't and that's two bucks you owe me."

Adeleine: "...I don't have any money. They don't even use it here. Why do you keep betting me? What would you buy, anyway?"

:Noir replies with mock seriousness:

Noir: "...Chiropractic work for all the neck damage you've given me trying this thing every single day."

:She pouts before finally letting a little laugh slip through:

"...Adeleine, listen, it's okay. You don't need to worry about me..."

Adeleine: "It's not okay though! Dark Matter's supposed to be all gone now. Everyone said so. So...why aren't you better, Noir...?"

:A faltering smile to match her growing sadness:

:Keep lying to your sister, boy. You're an expert by now:

Noir: "...I am better. We're both better. Right...?"

"I mean, isn't this place a lot better than home? You're out there painting and sculpting and sewing and building and who knows what else and I'm...making less guests sick at Kawasaki's every day!"

:He laughs a hollow laugh. She doesn't laugh with this time:

"...Just cause this stupid thing is still stuck to me doesn't actually MEAN anything. It's just a boring hunk of metal. Nothing more."

:It doesn't still whisper to him. A thousand lost souls crying out to be one again:

:She crawls into his lap:

Adeleine: "Still...I'm...scared, Noir. I'm scared for us. Nothing feels right anymore... What if, the next time I go to sleep...I wake up someplace new again? What if...it's someplace without you...?"

:He hugs her tight, their shivering bodies fitting together perfectly:

:Why do you shiver, children? It is not cold here. It is too warm:

Noir: "C'mon, snowflake girl. That's not gonna happen anymore. We've stuck together so far and we're going to keep sticking. Right?"

"...And anyway, today was a good day. You said it yourself."

Adeleine: "Yeah..."

Noir: "We just have to keep having good days. Don't let the little things get to us. We've still got each other. ...We can do this..."

:Back to sleep. In sleep, we are safe. Only in sleep. Though... ...They ask us to wake up here They worry when we do not wake up:

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:Outside the door to their room:

Meta: "...Your majesty."

Dedede: "Whaa?! It's not what it looks like!!"

Meta: "I have no idea what you're implying."

Dedede: "So, uh, what brings ya here, Meta Knight?"

Meta: "The same reason as you, I would suspect. To check on the status of our guests from Shiver Star. How are they?"

:Dedede points inside, where the two siblings sleep cradled in each other's arms, akin to how they were found. Though, it's a little uncanny to see them continue to sleep that way:

Dedede: "See for yourself. Sleepin' peacefully. At least, I hope so..."

:A bit of worry makes its way onto his face:

"...Adeleine's right, Meta. We beat Dark Matter. Twice. Hell, maybe more! Sure, we've had a host of problems since then but Noir's..."

Meta: "Do you believe that, my liege? That we have defeated it?"

Dedede: "What do you mean by that?"

Meta: "...When you look at those siblings, what do you see?"

:Dedede looks back inside the room:

Dedede: "I see two kids. Quiet. Respectful. Scared of trouble but they don't cause any. They mostly stick to each other but I seem 'em out there slowly trying to make friends with the others..."

Meta: "...You are a good man, my liege."

:Dedede balks and puffs up his chest:

Dedede: "That's 'Great' and get it right!"

Meta: "......Then I take it back."

Dedede: "Hey!"

:Meta fixes him with a fierce, burning gaze:

Meta: "Look at them again, sire. Not with your eyes."

Dedede: "......"

:Dedede can see it, their matter is locked in a twisted spiral, Soul and Dark feeding each other, tightly intertwined, and growing still:

Meta: "Do you see it?"

Dedede: "...No. I don't see nuthin'."

:Dedede turns away:

"And before you ask me to look again, I don't WANT to see it. They're just two kids, Meta! Just two small kids! They haven't hurt nobody!"

Meta: "...In the beginning, it was just the boy. He was sick with Dark Matter. I didn't know how he was still alive. He could have easily been a threat to the kingdom and not just because of that sword."

:Meta shuts his eyes, regretting his lapse:

"I...had hoped the presence of his sister could alleviate that some. But Dark Matter is not so easily tamed. It has grown fast, feeding off the two of them. It is already more than twice what a normal member of their species should be able to handle without being consumed."

Dedede: "...Right. That doesn't sound good. How do we stop it?"

:He sees Meta Knight's expression and rephrases:

"...How do we save 'em, Meta?"

Meta: "I believe, my liege..."

:His lowered eyes go to Galaxia's handle:

"...the answer will depend on your definition of 'save'..."

...

Meta Knight's words hung heavy on him.

King Dedede shut his eyes and decided to continue along as if it was nothing. Just...keep making the place as comfortable for the two as he could. Maybe the knight was wrong? Maybe it wasn't too late?

It wasn't long after that. The trigger was something forgettably small, as simple as a thoughtless suggestion or an accident; one of them gets hurt, bleeds a little, maybe. It only needs to be one of them, so inextricably are they linked that the resonance of the other's echoed pain races across Popstar like a sonic boom. Dark clouds swirl in, covering the whole planet, blocking out the star's brilliant light.

King Dedede rushes out. He doesn't want to know-without-question what is the cause this time. He wants it to be something unknown. A new invader; not his familiar tormentor, the foe he knows so well.

But he knows exactly what it is because he is already mouthing the words to a waiting Meta Knight. "The kids! Where are they...?!"

"Look up..."

It is a cruel joke to him. Always, Dark Matter had a way of getting inside him. But every time, it had been his body. Never had it succeeded at invading his heart.

He wishes this one would take his body.

...Take me instead...

But the two violet eyes are not looking at him. They arc laterally with rapid movements, back and forth, back and forth, stretching to the edge of their vision, looking for their other half they know to be there, felt through the comforting grip of tightly twined fingers and hinted at in the reflection of wings like the points of a snowflake...

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-ZERO THREE-

" " yI at kH Ou er Bt ls lN 'o ti Ir " " | " " Dt ol nu ta LF ey aM vl el MA es Ai ls oi nh eT " " | " "It Ji um sm ta WD ad no tG Tp oU Ds rU ee ak ma FW ou ro FY od ri eD vy eh rW" " | " "Hr ee lH pe Hv ia mS" "

"...Give them back..."

"GIVE THEM BACK!!"

" " ...eK di en dg eD De gd ne id Ke... " "

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...He will not get them back...

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ZERO THREE's dialogue reads:

"It Hurts Noir / It'll Be Okay" | "Don't Leave Me Alone / This Is All My Fault" | "I Just Want To Dream For Forever / Why Did You Wake Us Up Godammit" | "Help Him / Save Her"

...The last one you can probably guess...

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Mechalor Anon's full post below. Sorry I took the worst possible ending choice you offered and SOMEHOW MADE IT WORSE!

Noirs Saved: 2 (Gijinka, AU AU) Noirs Failed: 1 (Snowflakes)

[yuridovewing]

rv!perchwing and havenpelt are like proto violetshine and twigbranch. btw. in that they project their trauma onto them and use it to justify not helping them until the kin destroys them in turn.

[llumimoon]

The Talk (page 4)

Doodler AU post || start || previous || next ||

Sparrow’s turn to go “he just like me fr” with the Doodler. All the Oaks r Doodler kinnies 😤

This comic takes place shortly after the Doodler’s homunculus body was made. Lark and Sparrow try to figure out how they feel about the situation.

Dialogue under the cut!

Sparrow: Lark, what did they say?

Lark: …

Lark: It wants to try having a normal human childhood.

Sparrow: oh.

Lark: It’s not going to work. The world doesn’t work that way.

Sparrow: …Well why not?

[sscarletvenus]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me ( non co-ed catholic convent school)

[the-scourge-of-everyone]

“RECENTLY, TO PASS THE TIME, I’VE MANIFESTED A ‘TELEVISION’ TO WATCH ‘SHOWS’.”

“I’VE BEEN WATCHING A ‘MOVIE’ CALLED ‘WRECK-IT-RALPH’, ACTUALLY.”

“BUT ONE CHARACTER.. A KING.”

“HE REMINDS ME OF… SOMEONE. HA HA. HA.”

[fayesdiary]

Came to the realization that Robin is everything Grima wishes they were and I'm gonna spend an indefinite amount of time obsessing over it

[cuteniaarts]

Greyscale Midori sketch because I’m low-key artblocked

[steakout-05]

rambling and theorycrafting about Peter Simpkins and his relationship with Barry Steakfries for way too many paragraphs

i was thinking about The Ballad Of Barry Steakfries just now and how fucking weird it would be for Barry to find out all the scientists are just slightly dffeirent versions of his dad, but then it also got me thinking about the second episode with Barry getting Robo Barry to draw what the former saw when Craig's helmet came off, and how one moment in particular made me very very curious about Peter Simpkins being directly related to Barry. it's the look the lingers on Barry's face for a moment when his robotic counterpart shows him the drawing.

(this also serves as a brilliant reaction image alongside that one of Bandit screaming at someone's phone screen but that's besides the point)

i just. i keep thinking about what that look means. that's a really weird reaction to have if Craig's appearance didn't strike something in Barry, especially with the attitude Barry had right before this happened. it's heavily implied in these shorts that Simpkins is directly related to Barry as a fatherly figure (what with Craig looking very similar to Barry, the blurred pieces you can abrely make out matching up with the features of Craig's face), but if that is the case, then why didn't Barry immediately go "Hey, that looks just like my dad!" and act more surprised about it? he doesn't do that, he just stares at it with a weird look on his face. there has to be something more to it. my theory is that Barry never actually knew his real dad, who is Simpkins, and instead had a foster parent or stepdad growing up after his real dad's death. i think, judging by how old the photos of him and Brains are and how young the two look (it's hard to tell with Simpkins' face being pixellated obviously, but judging by Robo Barry's drawing and what little we see of Craig's face in the shadows, he looks noticably younger than Barry), that Simpkins died either before or shortly after Barry was born, thus Barry never knew him, prompting him giving that look that i can only read as a familiar yet strange sense of recognition.

now, on the topic of Barry's dad specifically: Barry's dad (who according to Barry's mum, is apparently named 'Lareth' or Larry for short) barely, if ever, gets brought up at all in any media whatsoever... except for the vlog series. that, to my knowledge, is the only time he ever gets mentioned or talked about, and whenever he does, it's very interesting.

in Barry's vlog series (which i'm not sure is generally considered canon. i don't believe it's entirely canon but there are bits and pieces that i think would line up with canon. it's weird), whenever Barry talks about his dad, he's always portrayed as somewhat distant from his son. in one of the earliest episodes (i think it's the first one), Barry says something that implies his dad has memory issues, with him yelling at Barry asking him who he is and why he's in his home even though Barry is his son and lives with him as well. there was another episode where Barry recounts a childhood memory of being hungry but not being able to tell his dad about it until it got to the point where he felt like he was starving. i can't remember the episode he said this in, but i know he said it. he seems noticeably absent from Barry's life in comparison to Barry's mum, not even appearing or being heard when the latter calls him over in the 100th episode. this, coupled with little things Barry says around episode 70 of the series that suggest a "dark family history" (his own words), suggest that Barry doesn't exactly have the best relationship with his dad. i'm probably forgetting a few things because i'm thinking of these off the top of my head, but these are the most glaring examples from the vlog itself that i think are interesting in relation to this.

finally roping this back around to my theory that Simpkins died before Barry was born/when he was very young: you know how on the scientists little bio for Jetpack Joyride 2 thhat it says Simpkins died during the development of Mr. Cuddles, and how it was just assumed that Simpkins' death took place during the 'Robot Bird' rock opera because that was the only information we had about the event and its connection to Mr. Cuddles? what if we got that all wrong? cause like, in the third The Ballad Of Barry Steakfries short, there's a photo with a considerably younger Brains and Simpkins standing in front of blueprints for the Profit Bird vehicle, which was also being developed by Toni (the yellow-stripe scientist) in the rock opera. the rock opera takes place well after Barry's first outing in the laboratory, so if Simpkins were Barry's dad and if Brains were a younger (probably less evil) man around that time, then that just wouldn't make much sense. his death had to have taken place years before this event occurred. i'm gonna do a bit of theory/fanfic crafting and say that i think that Simpkins was the one who developed the original prototypes of the Profit Bird, Mr. Cuddles and even Flash years and years before Professor Brains started making clones of him and hired actual people as their scientists, but something went horribly wrong that resulted in his death developing the mechanical dragon. it was then that Brains began to create cloned copies of Simpkins after his death to continue the work he developed as he couldn't do it on his own without his friend. one of the original cloned scientists was Toni, but his efforts were considered a failure as he kept coming up with newer (and more ridiculous) ideas for the vehicles and he was promptly kicked out of the laboratory. he might have a bigger villain role later that's related to this (and also Barry Steakfries partly being responsible for his downfall).

this whole Peter Simpkins and Barry stuff is very intriguing to me and i'm interested in seeing where it goes. idk how i feel about him potentially being Craig (or at least a clone of him being Craig) as i still think it's unfitting in relation to his character, but i think the idea is interesting and weird enough for me to want to follow. it's just wild thinking this simple little game about some australian dude going wild with a jetpack is expanding into weird dad/best friend mix-ups and a darker deeper narrative.

also, one more little thing: how the fuck did Robo Barry know what Craig's whole face looked like? Barry only saw the back of his head and a little bit of the side, but nothing beyond the rim of his glasses and his eyebrows, unless he somehow managed to see something more before Craig was quickly hidden by the other scientists. does Robo Barry potentially have more knowledge of the late scientist? Robo Barry has been characterised as being slightly smarter (or at least more observant) than his human counterpart in the dialogue of Jetpack Joyride 2, and Brains DID originally design him to kill Barry Steakfries (which judging by the training video from the third episode, seems to be a sentiment that has a lot to do with Simpkins). i also wonder if Barry was connecting the dots in his head with Craig's hair looking weirdly similar to Barry's hair and thinking he must look similar to himself. Barry never mentioned a moustache though, although in saying that, we do only catch Robo Barry and Barry in the middle of them trying to figure out how Craig would look, so maybe it was mentioned beforehand offscreen and we just didn't see it happen. maybe, if we are to go with the idea of Simpkins passing away shortly after Barry's birth, that maybe Barry was connecting the dots with some blurry old memory he had of seeing the face of his real father as a baby and he was sorta subconsciously describing what he looked like based off that, before being shocked by Robo Barry's drawing. just some food for thought.

edit: i realised i said the "dark family history of the Steakfries" line is around episode 70, but it's actually in episode 50. whoops!

additional random and slightly unrelated though: i imagined a plot point where Craig and Barry, in an attempt to try to figure out wtf is going on, come across a secret part of the laboratory that just houses these absolutely horrific failed prototype clones of Simpkins. missing or duplicated limbs, malformed melted faces, some of them are just masses of flesh that barely even quantify as a living thing, but it still persists because it's being forced to stay alive by the lab's technology. poor Barry's gonna need so much therapy after that one