#and the most annoying one is saying that she doesn’t claim a hispanic person
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lunimy · 2 days ago
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i find salem tovar soooo annoying like girl stop cosplaying as hispanic
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youwontlikethisblog · 3 years ago
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Don't Yell At Her! Don't You Yell At Her!
"Did you call me, Sir?"
"Yes, could you tell Marcela at what time I arrived to Eco Moda this morning?"
"Yes sir. Ms. Marcela our prestigious President arrive to the Eco Moda installation at the time of eight in the morning." Marcela smiles at that and turns to look at Armando who returns the smile. "For more details; he arrived minutes after you did ma'am. I'll take the opportunity now Ma'am, to give you the anti-depressants you asked me to get you." Marcela snatches them out of his hand.
"But we almost ran into each other, my love!" Armando smiles and says confidently. "What a coincidence, no?" he smiles even more.
"In effect Sir!" Freddy smiles.
"I mean of course, but what did you do last night my love? Why did you arrive so late?"
"I don't have to stand for your jokes."
"Freddy one last question."
"Yes."
"Right after I got here, what did I do?"
"Yes, as soon as the Mister arrived he reported to production where he was required by Mister. Mario Calderon." Marcela groans.
"So I arrived to this office at eight in the morning like I always do, my dear Marcela. Then I went to production for a couple of minutes when I decided to head here."
"Freddy one more question."
"Yesyes."
"Did I force you to say something? Did I intimidate you, bribe you so you would say all of this in front of Marcela? Yes or no?"
"Never, Mister. That can't be because it can never be."
"Freddy thank you so much. You can leave now." He smiles at him.
"Thank you, Sir. Excuse me." Freddy now leaves his office and shuts the door behind him.
Marcela now feels embarrassed or defeated but because of her ego she won't back down. She's still pissed. Betty has been listening to Freddy, often looking at him when he speaks and then turning to Armando and then Marcela.
In this scene Betty is just on panic mode.
She's witnessing a woman go crazy and grasp at straws to prove her man's infidelity, while he is trying to prove his "innocence" and suffering the consequences of a night out with his other girlfriend i.e, her. Though Betty believes that Marcela is doing so out of love and wanting to fight for Armando, we understand that Marcela's drive to fight for Armando isn't love but possessiveness. Not only that as Betty believes she is the reason why Armando is facing these consequences because she's the other woman in his life and to top it off the only thing that Marcela can actually use as evidence of Armando's infidelity is on his desk for her to see.
Armando now feels confident that he has the upper hand, a trick up his sleeve and is the winning team. However, the odds are not in his favor, like literally.
"and so you don't think that I schemed with Freddy; call production, Beatriz." Betty now takes advantage of the opportunity and moves the poem away from the front of the desk and picks up the phone. "I have hundreds of witnesses that saw me arrive, or what? Do you also think that I blackmailed them?" he asks in disbelief.
"You're not calling anywhere." Marcela grabs the phone out of Betty's hand and hangs it up. "and you're not going to make a ridicule out of me in front of the entire employees!"
"In ridicule?" He once again asks but amazed at Marcela now. "In ridicule? Who called Colorink today to ask if I was missing? Who! Marcela, Who?" he now yells at her.
"Yes! But you left there at ten at night and I called you at ten thirty and you told me a lie and then you disappeared!"
"The point is: what time dId I leave Colorink? It's really easy, Marcela." he hisses. "Lets call Carlos Mantilla, he saw me leave." He yells at her. "Call Mantilla at Colorink." He tells Betty.
Betty goes to grab the phone but Marcela shoves her away and turns to her.
"I said you're not calling anywhere." She orders between clenched teeth. Betty takes a few steps back and honestly she looks like she wants to run out of there and I would too.
"Well then Marcale, by God, how do we find out what time I left if ten or ten thirty?" He now is pleading angrily at her. "Call Mantilla, please" He also pleads.
Betty once again goes to grab the phone and this time Marcela shoves her and grabs the poem and turns to her and yells "I told you you're not calling anywhere!" She raises her hands with the poem in her fist. Betty takes steps back. "Do you not understand!"
"Don't yell at her! Don't you yell at her!" Armando screams at Marcela.
I see many people misinterpret this or not translate it correctly. Armando here yells "No me la grites! No me la grites Marcela!"(I know colombian's have different us of words in spanish so this is like based off my hispanic background, that is not colombian.) What he is saying here is in turn a personal and possessive term.
"Don't yell at my! Don't yell at my!" which in English that translation doesn't make much sense but again we know what he implies "Don't yell at My Betty."
Now Armando has already gotten mad at Marcela when she insults or yells at Betty but never to this degree.
Betty looks like she wants to cry and honestly, same sis.
"You don't yell at me!" Marcela says and behaves like a little girl throwing a tantrum. "and you can you not leave us alone? Do you always have to be in our intimate life? Or what do you also control his intimate life(oh honey you got a big storm comin')?"
As she says those final words we only get a frame of Armando. His eyes are fixated on Betty's entire existence in front of him. His eyes dance and glisten, he looks tense and guilty.
It just hit me that it isn't only because of what Marcela is saying to Betty and how she is treating her but because he also feels guilty for it all.
He feels guilty that Marcela is pissed off and hurt. He feels guilty that Betty is paying the price for it. He feels guilty that all of that is happening because of him and I think or believe that it hurts him deeply that because of his mistakes, Betty is now paying the price as well and that hurts him most of all and it's this moment where he can't deny or rationalize why he feels hurt over it.
However this foreshadows future events as well.
"Excuse me." Betty speaks softly and walks towards her office. Marcela, furious turns back towards Armando.
Now Armando's entire demeanor changes, seconds ago it was sadden and guilty but now it's back to anger however he is trying to deescalate the situation.
"Look Marcela if you're not capable of accepting the respective calls I won't accept your yellinging, nor your hysteria or your claims!" he yells the ending at her.
"Why didn't you answer the phone last night?"
"For a very simple reason, my love." He hisses. "Because I fell deeply[asleep]." he says is now leaning against the wall that connects the window to Betty's office. "Or what? Can I not? Or is it so suspicious to not hear the phone? Did you not hear the door man? He said it perfectly that I left my apartment at seven in the morning alone! Or what? Did I have to leave with a woman?" He yells. "Or what? My love do you have any more doubts?"
"Nonono, don't worry. As always you think that because you can erase all of the proof and all of the evidence I have to believe you? Cause you always leave the scene of the crime impeccable like this desk, which today it isn't. You know Amrando I didn't know you liked candy bars." She waves the chocolate bar wrapper that Betty had given him. He looks at it in Marcela's hand who scrunches it. "Can I throw it away?"
"Throw it away, do what ever you want." He says annoyed, then tugs his ear(self-soothing).
"Huh but there's more." She grabs the poem again and pulls the red ribbon. "I can throw this one out too?"
Her behavior here reminds me of a spoiled child who goes around the room of someone they don't like and starts to knock things off their shelves to show dislike and arrogance.
"Yeah, whatever." He is now blading but only slightly that you can't really take notice of it.
Marcela then reads the poem.
Betty covers her face and closes her eyes inside her office. Armando arches his brow and sits back against his chair, while Marcela reads he glances to Betty's office. His eyes are narrow and he has his fingers over his mouth, touching it lightly, as if her were thinking.
When Marcela reads :
"Hoy rió si tu ríes y canto su tu cantas (Today I laugh if you laugh and I sing if you sing)"
Armando is sitting on his chair behind his desk. He has his fingers interlaced together and in front of him, his expression is fear. His eyebrows are furrowed, corners of his lips slightly downturned, nostrils slightly flared and eyes narrowed.
In spanish there's a word used for babies, who after crying a lot, and they fall asleep they do this: suspiro but it isn't just a sigh. It's like a sob without tears.
Ever since I first saw this episode that reaction from him has caught my attention. Why does he react that way to Marcela reading that poem? Sure it's a sweet poem but like not enough to get that reaction.
He's terrified and anguished in this scene. It's funny that the next day the secs. believe that because of that same fight Marcela beat Armando but it isn't surprising for them to assume this. Marcela walks with an arrogance she confuses for dignity. She walks with an air of superiority to the rest and she confuses this for self-respect. She lacks all of this and it isn't because she "loves" Armando. She does so because she thinks more of herself than she does of others. In this scene she doesn't allow Armando to speak, the very few times he does it's to defend himself or yell at her. Marcela holds the power in the relationship and she's fully aware of this and uses it to her advantage. The thing Marcela and Armando have in common is that when they see red, damned be the rest.
"Delmira Agustini" he throws his head back, tired, he looks done. "and who is she?" She marches to his desk.
"How am I going to know who Delmira chuchui is. I don't even know her." he looks away from her and for a tiny little second he looks like he's running through his memory.
"You have no idea who the woman who wrote you this poem is?"
Armando, shielding his eyes looks up at her and shakes his head eagerly. It's important to note his expression because it is the same one he had the night of the drag party when Marcela was interrogating him in his bedroom; fear and honesty.
"So it grew magic legs and walked over here to your desk."
"I have no idea who that is, believe me, I really don't know." He yells defensively and quickly turns to Betty's office. His subconscious here speaks for him.
"Tell me who it is." She orders.
"I don't know." he yells.
"Ha you don't know, with such a dedication?[...]" He stands up and walks again to the same wall, hands in his pockets and shrugs and looks to the opposite direction. "You sang to each other?" Armando looks terrified as he shrugs, with his hand he points towards his chest but Marcela interrupts him before he can even speak she chuckles "ha what did you sing to her? Armando please you have the nerve, the nerve to tell me you don't know her when she made the effort to write this for you? and to recreate what you both have lived in a poem and you don't have the courtesy to remember her name!"
"Nonono it's-I-just- I don't even know the name. Delmira who? I don't know." he stumbles and stutters.
"I am going to remind you." She whispers kindly. "Delmira Agustini. Anyway that is the typical name that you like. Like Silva Marileni, Karina Larson, Claudia Boche and now it's Delmira Agustini. Must be another model."
"Nono. With this you-you have to believe me. I don't know how that paper got there[my desk]. I don't know what's going on here!" he turns to Betty's door. "I don't know! I don't know!"
"I do! and you know what? I totally agree with her when she says that she liked your insolence!" She throws the paper at him.
"Mar-mar-Marcela!" He yells and goes after her. She puts on her shades and walks out o his office, he runs out but stops in front of his office and turns to look at Bertha and Sofia who are sitting at their desks.
One could simply chuck Armando's behavior at the end of this scene as simply being about fear that he got caught. However Armando stands far away from Marcela, he stutters, he stumbles with his words, and he is on high alert. This isn't him getting caught and trying to cover his tracks, we've seen him get caught before and we've seen him escape the consequences before. He's always managed to make Marcela drop the whole thing(he gaslights her or tells her he's leaving her apartment and she says she'll drop it) but this time he doesn't. This time Armando is defenseless.
He often switches from standing near Betty's office or behind his desk or glances towards her office as well.
It isn't only because they are arguing because whenever Betty and him were arguing the previous day he didn't do that. He didn't stand by her door, he stood by her. He didn't glance at her door, he just stared at her.
The fact that Jorge Enrique and Fernando Gaitan did this so naturally and wrote such a small detail boggles me. JEA's acting is so natural and fluid that you get lost in it. It doesn't look like acting. It looks like a genuine reaction, just as Natalia's acting. It is phenomenal!
Armando was defending himself both to Marcela so she wouldn't end things therefore destroy him and Betty because he didn't want her to believe that he had somebody else.
The constant glancing to her office when he is defending himself allows us to see this.. While his constant standing by her office allows us to understand that he wants to bel close to her when he is under distress.
"Betty. Betty!" He yells for her.
A very timid Betty exits her office and walks towards his desk.
"Yes sir?" She speaks low.
"Tell me one thing, do you know who placed this poem on my desk?" he's pissed.
Betty, standing on the exact wall Armando had been standing by, nods her head slightly with wide eyes and a furrowed eyebrow(...s?)
"I placed it there, sir." she confesses. Armando furious stands up, he takes a step or two towards the meeting room and then turns towards Betty. His lips are pursed and he looks furious.
"Betty!" He yells. "Do you not realize the problem you just put me in?" Betty's truly feeling awful as her eyes are wide and full of fear. "Do you not realize! Tell me now how am I going to get it out that woman's head that I don't have a lover. Did you not measure the consequences, huh? How do you come up with the idea of putting a poem on my desk!"
Betty is standing tightly against the wall while he yells at her and she pulls slightly away from it to respond.
"Don Armando I only wanted to give you a surprise. To have a gesture like the letter you left on my desk." Armando does his classic angry italian chef hand gesture. "Sir, I'm really sorry. I think the best thing is that we end with this love." Armando had his back to her but as soon as she said those final words he turns to her surprised.
"What?" He asks shocked and angry. "What!" he looks at her in disbelief.
Betty looks away from him and looks down. She shakes her head and begins to speak "Sir I can't with this anymore. You're stuck in a grave problem with Ms. Marcela for going out with me and now the poem. I feel really bad."
Armando now has calmed down. He went from being furious to shocked and mad and now carefully paying attention to what Betty is saying. He stands still with arms around himself.
"No but Betty. No-No let's calm down." He takes a step towards her. "Lets calm down. You perfectly know how Marcela is." His eyes are wide and eyebrows arched. He is trying to fix this and is worried. "She is always suspicious of me. She always causes a scene of anything. No, think this through really well. Think it over."
"I know, Sir but that was with other women, not with me." Armando is intently paying attention to her again. His eyes are fixated on her. "I can't do this to her. I can't destroy a relationship like this-"
"Nonono, Beatriz. Destroy what? Do you think that what I have with Marcela is so harmonic?" He says panicked. "Harmonic is what we have." He says peacefully.
"What's happening is that she loves you, Sir.(NO, BETTY, SHE DOESN'T) and she suffers for you." Armando is now holding the rolled poem in his hands, to his face. "she wants to take care of you, she doesn't want someone to steal you away and because of that she behaves that way." He now looks at her, his fingers are interlaced as he stares at betty with softness and shakes his head, he takes in a deep breath "and I understand her. I'm not good for this. I can't be the other one or how many would say, the lover. For my father, for family, for my work, for your, your family, for the company, for Ms. Marcela. The best thing is for us to end this." Betty doesn't look at him as she speaks those final words, her head is down and she looks like she's in the brink of tears but is trying to hold herself together.
Armando stares at her this whole time and speaks "Nono but Betty lets calm down, for real-" Betty looks up and walks towards him and holds his hands in hers.
"Don Armando, what we lived was so very beautiful. These past nights have been the best ones of my life and I will always conserve them deeply in me." Armando now stares at her with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and slightly wide eyes. "From now on we will go back to being what we've always been. The president of Eco Moda and his assistant." Betty lets go of his hands and turns away to go to her office.
"Betty, come here, Be..tty." he speaks low.
Now Betty shuts the door to her office and leans against it and begins to cry.
Betty has been a witnesses to previous fights of these kinds. She's heard Marcela's yelling and all that. She's even helped cover Armando's tracks herself. However this time, just like she says it, it's different.
Does this justify Betty's actions? No.
Betty has been an accomplice to Armando's infidelities and she has been as well a willing participant to helping him. Like when she knew that Armando had a thing for Ms. Colombia and she worked her magic to secure that they did business with them so Armando had an excuse to see her since he was so excited about it. The fact that she covered his track with Marcela. She's always been a willing participator in the downfall of that relationship the only difference now is that unlike those model's who knew and didn't care about the relationship, who wanted Armando to end his relationship with Marcela(Albeit that they expected this because Armando always pretended that what he had with Morch wasn't serious) and felt no guilt over it, better yet had no problem causing a whole scene over it, Betty can't be the person who is actively inflicting this pain onto Marcela and she can not be the person who is in the middle of their romantic quarles.
Is this any different from the other women? Yes and no. With the other woman she just kept her mouth shut, helped him out when he needed the help and that was that. She couldn't force the woman not to go after Armando or stop them and at the time she was still keeping everything very professional so it's not like she could have told her boss "Hey you cheating scumbag stop cheating on your fiance." so instead for the sake of keeping a job and proving her worthiness at her job she became his accomplice. This time though she does have control over the other woman of Armando. This time she does decide whether she continues to go after a man who is engaged or if she decides to end it. Betty now has true control over the situation and she decides that she won't be the reason a woman goes crazy, even if that woman has treated her so unfairly and unkindly.
Betty can't let her father down nor anyone else simply because she's in love with Armando.
This takes him by surprise. Mario has told him that Betty would never give up a man such as himself, that she is lucky he[Armando] has even paid attention to her so therefore she should be grateful to god for him. However Betty doesn't behave this way. She places everyone else's needs before her own and she doesn't want to be like all the other woman who only cared about one thing: Possessing Armando.
He knows this and it affects him as well.
Betty is giving him up. Betty is renouncing to him and the relationship because unlike Marcela, she actually has dignity and proves to Armando over and over again that to him he isn't just an object to have but an actual human being. In her understanding what Marcela does is for love, however, Armando knows otherwise and the fact Betty is willing to give up their relationship if it means it's for his best interest and she doesn't cause harm to a woman who has done nothing but belittle her and treat her like the scum of the earth, gives him more reason to not want to end the relationship because he truly didn't want to.
This was all in the heat of the moment. The conversation was all being lead by only feelings so he didn't have time to manipulate Betty for the sake of the company. He was being forced within himself to face the reality of it and that is that he didn't want the relationship with Betty to end.
He tries to get her to take some deep breaths and rethink her decision and that doesn't help.
Betty avoids making eye contact with him as it pains her to see him while she is breaking up with him but Armando doesn't remove his eyes from her.
In this scene you two different contrast. While with Marcela all they did was yell and be at each other's throat's and Marcela showed to be the one with power in the relationship and that she likes it that way, Armando was fearful of her, controlling his anger, and exhausted but with Betty even when he did escalate in his anger he calmed down and listened to her, concentrated in what she was saying and tried to work it out. He asked for a breather, he asked for them to calm down and think things through clearly but he didn't even do that with Marcela.
In one he was willing to fight for the relationship even though he himself says he doesn't want to be in it, yet as he gets dumped he looks like he just hit the gutters, and in the other he doesn't even bother to fix it. He just hears her complain and then responds to her.
We can clearly see which is a toxic relationship and which is not. Even if Betty is the lover, even if Armando is cheating, it doesn't warrant or grant the excuse of behaving the way Marcela does.
Armando then goes to production and pulls Mario aside and tells him he needs to speak to him.
"What happened? What is it?" Mario asks concerned. Armando hols him from the shoulders and with a pain expressions breaks the news.
"Betty dumped me."
"What? He asks shocked. Armando drops his hands and looks away and walks towards the railing of the second floor of the building and leans against it.
He throws his arms in the air shrugging.
In a tone I'd described as pained and holding back tears he says "The worst is she doesn't want to know anything from me!" He wraps his arms around himself.
"Wh-but why? or what?"
Armando, while pouting and looking at the opposite direction, shrugs.
Armando is sad that Betty dumped and it isn't because of his ego. When Mario tells him that he needs to win her back because it would be terrible for his resume as a ladies man Armando tells him that things got out of his control, that he yelled so much at her when he found out about the poem that she cried.
He isn't worried about his ego, he is worried about the pain he caused Betty by not controlling himself.
Armando is steady moving towards figuring out his feelings or some of his feelings.
Do to his guilt of harming Betty he does want the relationship to end but he also doesn't want it to end because he'd truly miss Betty. It isn't only the people pleasing quality he has that motivates him to win her back but truly the fact that he can't live without her and he knows this, however he doesn't know or understand why that is.
While one can sympathize with Marcela we shouldn't neglect to call out her terrible toxic behavior while at the same time neglect to call out Armando's. In this scene what we saw was most certain reaction to abuse, not abuse itself from his part(though he has shown that in the past) and we can't ignore Betty's part in this either as she willinging entered a relationship with a man who is engaged, however what sets these two people from Marcela is that they recognize the pain they are inflicting in others and instead of ignoring it or not caring they feel guilty over it and one decides to remove herself from the situation.
'Til next time!
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our-heroes-rise · 4 years ago
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slip of the tongue
pairing: todoroki x bilingual! reader
request:  Hi, I want to request a scenario for Todoroki. It’s about a reader who is actually his gf, but she talks portuguese as maternal language. When she got nervous, she start to panic in Portuguese, and she’s nervous to meet Shoto’s mom. How he will help her( something like that). I hope you like this idea. 🇧🇷🇧🇷✌🏻✌🏻
hero name: @todoroki-vivian
a/n: hi, lovely! omg yes, you can aboslutely have a todoroki request, i adore this boy. and i loved this idea so much! it was so darn cute. as someone of mixed race who grew up with a heavily hispanic family i think it’s always fun to imagine bringing home one of the bnha boys/girls. seeing how they’d react to be introduced to the sort of music, food, and p a r t i e s that i grew up with. i’d be completely useless teaching them any g o o d spanish though cause my mother never taught me when i was a kid :’). i only know a couple of phrases and the bad words lol. i don’t touch on any of that here because i’m not too familiar with portuguese culture and i don’t want to offend anyone by getting something wrong because i am uneducated on the subjectttt. there’s only like two words of real portuguese in here and they are from google translate because i wasn’t sure what the difference was between the spanish pronunciation and the portuguese pronunciation. OKAY after that whole thing i hope you enjoy this little scenario, i had a lot of fun writing it and it was super duper cute. thanks for requesting baby hero!
word count: 1,717
warnings: none! this is all fluff :)
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Your knee bounced with the subtle rocking of the train cart, heel occasionally tapping against the floor when the wheels ran over a bump in the tracks. No matter how hard you tried, no amount of slow deep breaths or mental reminders that everything would be fine, it would go well, would calm the ever growing bundle of nerves buzzing within the pit of your stomach. It crawled beneath your skin, flinching at the tips of your fingers which picked at the worn plastic seal of your seat, pinched at your bottom lip.
You watched the blur of winter barren trees whirl past the window, not really watching at all, thinking of every way not to mess up this very important day. This very, very important day on which absolutely nothing could go wrong because this was - it was his -
A comforting warmth pressed into your shoulder, calloused fingers wiggling their way through the gaps between yours, bringing a halt to your incessant fidgeting. Striking blue and grey find your gaze, softened by the unspoken question of concern knotting his brows.
What’s wrong?
“I’m just - It’s dumb, really,” you laugh softly, able to recognize how terribly ridiculous you would sound now that the words sit at the front of your mind. “I’m just overthinking things. I’m okay.” For extra reassurance, you give his hand a small squeeze, offering a smile.
Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to buy it.
“You’re not okay if something’s worrying you,” Todoroki says, head dipping to catch your eyes as you try to look away to hide your apprehension. “It might help if you talk about it.”
Bottom lip caught between your teeth once again, a soft sigh blows through nose, and you lean further into his shoulder, grateful for the gentle heat that bleeds through your jacket sleeve, soothing your nerves. You drop your attention to the spot where your fingers are now intertwined sitting atop his thigh, his thumb tracing over the ridges of your knuckles, saying he’s content to wait for as long as you need.
Well, at least until the arrival of your last stop where you would inevitably have to step off the train and face the anxiety tearing through your head.
It’ll be fine, stop worrying so much. It’ll be fine, it will be fine, it will be -
“What if she doesn’t like me?” You blurt suddenly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as the eyes of a few curious strangers flicker over to you. Your face sinks further into the protective cocoon of your scarf.
His thumb pauses briefly before picking up its mindless pattern again. “What do you - ?”
“I - I mean, what if I say something wrong and end up sounding really stupid in front of her.” And the dam came crumbling down. “Your mother. The - like - the most important person in your life! I’d end up making a fool of myself in front of the most important person in your life. Then she might think ‘what’s Shoto even see in her? he could do so much better’. Which, you could, by the way. You could do worlds better but you’ve settled for me and sometimes I don’t really get it because - well - I’m me - “
“I don’t see a problem with that. I like you for you and if you are what settling is then I will gladly never settle anywhere else.”
“But what if she - “ your fingers tighten around him at the thought “- what if she doesn’t think I’m good enough for you? What if she thinks we should break up because she thinks I’m rude and annoying and uneducated?”
“Uhm. . . Y/n.”
“What if she thinks I’m a bad influence on you? I don’t want to make her hate me forever, that would be the worst feeling ever because I know she means so much to you.”
“Y/n. . .”
“That would just put so much strain on our relationship and I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty about what happened, ever. You don’t deserve that. You deserve so much better than that, Sho. I just - “
“Meu Amor.”
The name strikes a chord in your throat, catching you breathless, butterflies swooping in to replace the recoiling knot in your stomach. You whip your head around to find the corners of Todoroki’s lips pulling up in a small fond smile, eyes light with amusement. To begin with, Todoroki wasn’t big on pet names, preferring to use your given name, claiming it was sweeter than any silly nickname could be. Though throughout the seven and a half months you two had been together, he had referred to you with the occasional ‘love’ or ‘hon’. However, the number of times he had used that name could be counted on one hand.
Three. It was three times including right now.
He asked you how to say it while you were teaching him random phrases, goofing around in the middle of what was supposed to be a study session, the question being enough to make your face burn. His pronunciation had been rocky the first time, mouth working awkwardly around the words, throwing you into a fit of flustered giggles that had him pouting adorably at you, mumbling not to make fun of him for trying. But, now? Now his near perfect pronunciation left you wondering how many times he had practiced by himself. 
Meu Amor was the Portuguese phrase for My Love. His love. His love. 
“Y-Yeah?” It’s at that very moment that realize you have slipped out of your usual Japanese tongue, rolling through the tumbling hill syllables of your maternal language. “Oh, s-sorry. I. . . I did the thing again,” you mutter, flipping back to Japanese.
Todoroki huffs a short laugh that makes your heart flutter pleasantly as the sound reverberates through your own chest. “It’s okay, I think I got the gist of what you were saying. It’s cute when you do that, anyway.” He says the last part softly, meant for himself. You press your cheeks further into your scarf, hiding your own shy smile.
Todoroki takes a minute to speak, gazing at the same window you were just a moment ago, lost in thought. 
“Y/n,” he finally says. “Meu Amor, -” four times “- frankly, my mother could care less about who you are. I think you could introduce yourself as a high school drop out with a criminal record and her main concern would still be; do we make each other happy? Do you make me happy.”
You allow yourself to absorb the impact of his words.
“And. . . I make you happy?”
He shoots you an incredulous glance, then snorts when he sees you peaking earnestly above the edge of your scarf. “Irrevocably so. Do I make you happy?”
“It’s impossible for me to think about you without smiling.” You give him a bright cheeky grin when his cheeks flare with a noticeable shade of scarlet that crawls all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears.
“Good. Then that’s more than enough.” He squeezes your hand, pulling you closer into his side. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she won’t absolutely adore you the same way I do once she meets you. If she doesn’t already, of course.”
The statement piques your curiosity and you arch one brow at him. “What do you mean if she doesn’t already? Have you. . . Told her about me already -- In your letters to her?”
“I thought you already knew that,” Todoroki says, frowning in confusion. “She’s always asking about you and how you’re doing. I was pretty sure I mentioned it before.”
“What the heck? Shoto you’ve never told me that!”
“Oh.”
“So - So then she’s okay with us being together?”
“I think she’s more than okay with it,” he replies, his quiet smile returning. “It’s possible that she’s more excited than I am for you to meet her, which would be saying something.”
“That would have been nice to know before I rambled off the entire Portuguese dictionary to the whole train,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.
“Sorry,” he says, but it sounds like he’s trying to suppress another laugh. And you really can’t stay upset with him for long.
Rough fingertips push gently at the tips of yours to splay your palm out over his, pressing them together. Lightly you run your nails down the long runs of his fingers, memorizing every bump, scratch, and scar, sweeping your forefinger along the wrinkle of his lifeline, then across his heart line. This - the way you were touching him - may not seem like much at all to anyone else, but it was worth worlds to you. It had taken Todoroki months to comfortably hold your hand, even longer while in public, then some to kiss you for the first time. PDA wasn’t what bothered him (not entirely, at least), it was the displays of affection part. Because of the way he grew up, physical affection was a foreign concept, often leaving him lost and a mess of rigid limbs and awkward apologies. But now, he could easily seek your hand in the middle of a crowded train, or wrap his arm around you in the common room, or press a kiss to the top of your head before the start of class. To know that he had made an effort to open himself up to you, allowing you to see this side of him, the side he had only shared with his mother before, made your heart melt and your eyes swim.
Shoto was right, this was more than enough.
A calm voice announces the arrival of your stop and you two stand as passengers begin to climb off the train. 
“Still nervous?” Todoroki asks, threading his fingers through yours once more now that you have both stepped into the morning rush, not wanting to lose you amongst the chaos.
Letting him guide you through the thick crowd, you smile softly, raising your conjoined hands to press your lips to the back of his.
This would always be more than enough.
“No, I think I’ll be okay now.”
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bom-bombon · 5 years ago
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Texas?
Yeehaw
Name: Sebastian Inglesias
While Texas does have a second last name because he’s Hispanic, he decided to drop it. I know many Hispanic who have either both of their parents’ names and of only their fathers’ last name with the former being more common. Those with one last name has less complications with paperwork, applications, etc., than with those with two last names. Considering all this, I think that Texas would drop the second last name to make his life more easier.
Age: 27-29
Gender: Cis male
Ethnicity/Race: Hispanic (Mestizo)
Siblings: Coahuila (perhaps Chihuahua and Nuevo Leon too but it’s still a wip)
Height: 5′11 (180.34 cm)
He’s sad that he’s not 6′0. He may be taller than some of his fellow Mexican brethren, but he gets reminded that he’s not the tallest in the Union, or at the very least, he’s not 6′0. This annoys him to no end.
Relations:
-Arizona: They’re buddies. They both share a love for guns, have similar conservative ideologies, and they love a/c. No matter how much New Mexico tries to discourage Arizona from talking to him, Arizona just doesn’t care. He thinks that Texas is cool (which fuels his already big ego)
-Arkansas: They get along. That’s it. I suppose that sometimes he does call her Ar-kansas and she don’t talk to him for a whole day after that, but they’re cool nonetheless.
-California: They don’t like each other. He finds her annoying and thinks she’s an idiot. When she was first introduced to the states, he thought that they could be together and be some sort of duo. But they thought different things and it upset him. To him, it almost felt like betrayal because he thought he knew her and she supported and admired him. So why doesn’t she support him now? Today, they just bicker and often start arguments. Both of their egos will never let it go and make up.
-Coahuila: It’s complicated. Coahuila was enraged when Texas broke away from her and even more so when the US helped. While I’m not sure their relationship was during this time period, I do know that they didn’t talked for a while. Texas believed he was doing the right thing in following his own dreams. Though that is debatable at best. Nowadays, they get along well and Coahuila sometimes invite him to parties. Sometimes…
-Louisiana: They chill with each other. Louisiana, although criticizes him on some occasions, think he’s a nice guy. He has helped her in the past and she no doubts never forgot about it, so she helps him whenever she can. They’re also dumbasses together so that’s fun too.
-Minnesota: They’re together! Minnie is like 6’2 so she calls Texas cute for being tiny and he loves and hates it!! They are both tough as nails. For example, Minnie surprised him by beating him on a mechanical bull, Virginia complained about how strong Minnesota was during the Civil War, and Montana always remarks about how Minnie was the only other state who can keep up with her in the World Wars. And Texas is Texas. They are both incredibly sweet in relationships. Minnesota is known for being nice and it’s tru. Texas in relationships is sort of like the Latin Lover, excluding the constant need for uhh bedroom stuff. They are both gentle to each other out of respect and always get each other meaningful gifts. Not to mention the daily reminders of “you’re beautiful” or “you’re my sunshine”, they’re too pURE. They both like similar hobbies such as watching and playing football, taking care of animals, and roasting the hell out of people. Texas helps Minnie into confronting problems and people
Minnie: Idk how to tell them
Texas: It’s easy, I’ll show you how
Texas: Hey New York!
New York: I’m not listening…
Texas: New York!
New York: *looks up*
Texas: I like your shirt but I don’t like you!
She teaches him about considering other’s feelings. Sometimes Texas is too caught up about himself to realize how he’s affecting others around him and she knows this. She reminds him that people that not everyone will understand him emotionally and might take offense. Slowly, Texas thinks more often. Minnesota and Texas also love having adventures together. They would go and snowboard (though Texas has fell off a mountain one time). No matter what they’re doing, they always seem to compliment each other and have fun together. 
-Montana: They’re cowboy buddies. I would imagine them talk to each other about animals, particularly horses and cows. Since Montana is also a tough person, she and Texas loves to have small competitions with lifting or who has the most power. He sees her as a buddy and likes to talk to her, which is good because Montana herself has trouble fitting in when all people know about her is just cows and nothingness.
-New Mexico: New Mexico hates him. From what I can remember, Texas tried to claim parts of New Mexico three separate times. The last attempt was the Civil War, and with the attempt to take Santa Fe, New Mexico won’t let it go. Texas doesn’t really care about him nor seem to remember that he even exist. He mostly focuses his rivalry with Oklahoma. Plus, he think New Mexico is a bad driver.
-Oklahoma: They’re rivals. The extent of this rivalry, I’m not too sure and admittedly haven’t delved into much. What I can say is that he always honk his horn at her because she’s a terrible driver. At some point she called him Baja Oklahoma and he cried
-Tennessee: They’re friends. Tennessee is gay for him. So when the Texas Revolution was starting and the US helped out, a good chunk of the people were from Tennessee. So Tennessee helped Texas out wherever he can and that was his first friend from the US. They love to go hunting and talk about guns and stuff. Tennessee really admired him and is glad that he’s consider to be close friends with the big boi of the South. They also play music together and have nice country vibes.
-Wyoming: They’re Yeehaw buddies. They also had a relationship is perhaps early 1900s but I’m not too sure yet.
Things I don’t know how to title but it exists:
-Texas has tattoos of all his state symbols on his arms and back
-They played a “special” game of Truth or Dare. In the end, Texas threw up and vowed to never go to Vegas or hang out with Nevada for 9 months.
-Texas gave some of his friends in the Midwest and South (who aren’t Hispanic mind you) the “spicy” Mexican candies and almost all of them are more cautious about Mexican candies. Plot twist: they’re not spicy at all; they’re just weak
-Yee in the streets, haw in the sheets
-He’s bisexual
Some things about her (development? idk):
Texas has this arrogance that kinda makes it unbearable to work with at times (his closest friends can attest to this). But to be fair, this arrogance would be provoked by someone either messing with his lovely state or someone who’s just curious. Besides that, he is actually pretty charismatic, confident, and charming that attracts people despite his (non intentional) brash behavior. (It’s a joke that he purposefully made Tennessee gay). He’s also intelligent as he’s musically talented, exceeds surprisingly well in mathematics and sciences, and fluent in a couple languages such as English, German, and Vietnamese. He worked hard to be where he is and he can be closed minded in some parts but that’s because he likes to stay relatively the same. He doesn’t like a lot of change; you can say he’s afraid of it and what it might bring because he doesn’t want to lose who he truly is deep down inside. (It’s kinda funny because with this new influx of Californians, he’s stressed and upset at her more than ever).
Some quotes,, things?: 
New York: I’m hot shit and that’s the only thing I’ll take away.
Texas: Didn’t you hear her? I’m also hot shit. And that’s the power of the Texan charm ;) Checkmate, liberals.
New York: Yeah well why don’t you shut up.
Texas: You shut up
Northern Mariana Islands: *gives everyone a glass shot of tequila*
Everyone: *downs the shot and put their shot glass on the middle of the table*
Delaware: More please!
Ohio: No more please…
Arkansas: What the fuck was that??
Utah: Ugh, that so strong what the heck-
Texas: Can we do this every night?
Priest: You may now read the vows you have prepared.
Texas: I think I misunderstood the assignment.
Minnesota: Just read what you wrote, dear.
Texas: Ok *deep breath* A E I O U
Texas, drunk: SI YA SABEN COMO ME PONGO PA QUE ME INVITAN???
South Dakota: But it’s couples like you that give hope to the rest of us. Minnesota, you deserve the best, and you found it.
Texas, don’t you dare hurt her.
Everyone: *laughs*
Texas: I won’t.
Michigan: Don’t laugh. She means it.
Texas: Okay, I-I won’t
.Nebraska: Seriously, don’t hurt her.
Texas: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting her.
Indiana: You better not be
Texas: I’m not!
Ohio: Hey, Texas, you best be watching yourself
Texas: Why would any of you think I would hurt Minnesota? Y’all my friends too.
Illinois: Nah
1945
Tejas, a los otros estados: Me das una úlcera cada vez que me despierto y tengo que venir ‘pa trabajar para ti, para ti!
Texas, grabbing a toy police car: Coahuila! Can you buy me this?
Coahuila: No.
Texas: You never buy me anything!
Coahuila: You’re over 300 years old!
Texas: Yee in the streets, haw in the sh-
Oklahoma: No.
Texas, drunk: You’re so pretty,, are you seeing anyone?
Minnesota: Yeah, I’m married
Texas, crying: To.. to who?
Minnesota: You, you smol idiot *kisses his forehead*
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camelotpark · 6 years ago
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“When You’re Accustomed to Privilege, Equality Feels Like Oppression”
“But I can guarantee you that right now one of the delusionals is reading this and has decided that you’re racist because you think Scott is boring. “
This has never happened. This person has never been told they were racist for thinking Scott is boring or even simply not liking Scott. This is called a divergence tactic.
This person has been called out for racial bias. A bias that she simply doesn't believe exist, or has no real effect since the focus of that racial bias is a fictional character.
Sure, I can bring up this article that was published nearly 40 years ago that talked about how people were fighting against negative racial stereotypes in media and entertainment.
https://www.nytimes.com/1981/03/01/movies/how-hollywood-has-portrayed-hispanics.html
The anger of the Puerto Rican Alliance and other Hispanic groups with ''Fort Apache, The Bronx'' is understandable in light of screen history. Hispanics maintain that Hollywood films have always portrayed them as either vicious bandits, lazy peasants, or humorous buffoons.
The thing is though, this person doesn't hate all Latino characters so if they consistently paint one a certain way that's fine. It's not really racial stereotyping because it doesn't bleed into the real world.
Of course not everyone agrees with that assertion
https://www.ewa.org/blog-latino-ed-beat/latino-students-need-help-overcome-stereotype-threat
The researchers found that positive affirmations can help battle the “stereotype threat” of feeling stigmatized as a member of an ethnic group that is perceived as inferior. Past research has found that the stress of this threat can hurt students’ academic performance.
An ethnic group that is so often stigmatized as lesser in some way (through the methods that put that image out there like media and prejudice) has a real life consequence. It's not a new or novel idea to most, but some will still fight that fandom (a growing and influential part of media) does not harm people because the people aren't real.
Individuals like the one I first quoted says people will think they are racist because they think Scott is boring (or worse), but leave out the tidbit they have spent years saying Scott is dumb. An opinion that, in and of itself, isn't racist. Many characters of Latino descent have been painted that way in media.
The claim for this person's racial bias is that Scott McCall has not been portrayed that way. Sure, he's made mistakes and didn't understand what certain words meant. It's human in that none of us will know everything there is to know at all times.
What this person does, and continues to do, is erase the actual accomplishments of Scott McCall. When they are not passing them on to white characters "It wouldn't have worked without Stiles", they are undermining it completely.
He gets into a academically advanced class ("He barely passed and they aren't all that hard to get into anyway")
He graduates high school ("Yeah, because a teacher made it happen")
The show has gone out it's way to show teachers concern about his failing grades because it wasn't like him. It has shown Scott promising to be better and that resulting in characters telling him he's gotten back to the grades he's had pre-trauma.
Still, people paint it as always "not good enough" There is always a caveat to his success and it's not racial bias to hold his level of success at a far tougher stance then white characters. When someone goes out their way to undermine a poc's success that is racial bias. It just is,but admitting that you have to admit that you need to change your view of thinking and admit that you are guilty of it.
Asking for equality suddenly turns into demanding you love the character (another divergence tactic). Asking that you hold white characters to the same standards you hold a poc is suddenly an affront to their very core. You see, because giving to someone non-white means taking away from a white person.
Derek Hale- And no, Derek did not “prey” on vulnerable teenagers. We know from Scott’s talk with Boyd that Derek told them about the bite, and how it could be dangerous, and how it could open up a dangerous world for them. And they all agreed to the bite still.
Scott McCall- He has manipulated children to fight a war for him.
The same thoughts are by the same person and yet they look at the show and this is their conclusion. A grown man targeting an abuse victim, a teenage girl with a condition so bad she falls into seizures, and another dealing with grief and loneliness. Promise them they will be strong, healthy, and have a pack and this is not preying on vulnerable teenagers? 
Derek can tell them all the bad sides he wants to, but he chose people who were at a greater advantage of saying yes despite the risk.  
This is the benefit of being white in a nutshell
When it comes to race a lot of people will go into full aghast defense, because hearing "What you said was racially problematic" turns into "You a big fat old racist who hates people of different colors and ethnicities"
It's hyping up the conversation to ignore the problem and instead rally a "Hey,this person isn't racist!"
They have succeeded in burying their own bias by putting the onus on the person pointing out what they said and the way they treat a certain character shows a real issue.  Now, let's be clear. This is not a simply a white person problem. Someone of the same race, or a different minority group altogether, can fall into the same trap. A stereotype is a stereotype no matter where it comes from.
The violent/sexually forceful Latino
"Scott snuck into Allison's room while she was asleep" 
 It was not true, but it fed right into a trend that has always been there with Latino men. Machismo and sexual aggression. You point this out and the same tactic emerges "You're saying this person is a bad POC?!" There is no rule book for being a good or bad minority, but it changes the topic and once again diverts from what someone said fell into a negative racial image. Even if the person saying it is a latinx themselves.
Let's be clear this is also not simply a Latino issue. It spans every non-white ethnicity,
Unless spoken in hyperbole (a word that the people who have done this to Scott surely knows) nobody has ever said someone is racist for thinking Scott is boring/annoying/frustrating, or even simply not liking them.
But when that dislike is pushed by harmful narratives then they will be called out on for what they are. It's ugly and unpleasant,but it won't stop until people realize what doing that means to others on a scale bigger then Scott McCall, Abbie Mills, Finn, and other poc who have been placed in a space usually designated for whiteness,and because of that, have had their accomplishments stolen, their intelligence erased, and their traumas ignored.
They can try and play the victims of the mean old SJW's all they want, but it's never going to make what they've said and done suddenly okay.
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techouspeaks · 7 years ago
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Movie Reviews: Coco
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Could it be a Pixar Movie that I actually like fully?!? I take a look at the Pixar movie that first started out controversial to best movie of 2017 and beloved movie since Zootopia! 
This will contain spoilers a little bit. I’ll try not to spoil too much but just a heads up if you don’t want this movie being spoiled.
Now most that know me for quite a while, do know that I kinda have this thing with Pixar. I don’t hate Pixar movies but I can never really like them fully. 
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For me, there’s always something missing from a Pixar movie that often keeps me from appreciating the movie in it’s full content. It just causes me to like the movie for the atmosphere it brings, such as the nostalgia in Toy Story or the scenery in Cars. I also appreciate that it’s original, but I can’t ever grasp it fully. Even with a movie I could sorta relate to like Finding Dory, which is my second favorite Pixar film. I have a disability myself and I know the struggle it is, but for whatever reason, even that movie just falls a little flat for me sometimes.
I follow WaltDisneyConfessions and found out, I’m not the only one that thinks this. A lot of people feel like something is missing from their Pixar films, even when the characters are relatable and passable and the story is good, there’s still something missing from them. It’s kinda hard to explain why and what it is. Maybe Pixar is just trying way too hard to be original without any honesty to what they’re creating or maybe because it’s not based on anything, perhaps just base too much on real life or real imagination, it’s a little too closer to home and thus it doesn’t feel that creative.
However, if that were the cause, why is Zootopia, an original film based on real life situation is beloved so much? Well, maybe it’s because the characters are so relatable. I always found Dory to be a little unrealistic when it came to her disability, while Judy I totally can get by with. Also Zootopia does hit a hard ball when it comes to the message of prejudiced and bullying even. I could relate to Nick’s problems rather than Dory’s a little more. 
Now let’s get to the Pixar film that even people who aren’t fans of Pixar, love so much including me, Coco!
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Coco is a movie about a boy named Miguel who wants to be a musician but his family refuses to let him, due to his great-great grandfather leaving the family to be a world famous musician. His family was torn a part by music but stitched back together by a family business of making shoes. Miguel tries to do a contest by stealing the guitar he believes belong to his great-great grandfather Ernesto de la Cruz, the famous Hispanic musician, in hopes that if he wins the contest, his family will let him be a musician. Unfortunately, once he steals the guitar, he ends up in the after life where he meets his dead relatives and a cast of colorful characters, including a charming con-artist name Hector. Miguel will soon discover a mystery involving his family and realize things aren’t always what they seem.
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So if anyone knows about the controversy around this film, it was because this film was announced around the same time another Day of the Dead movie, The Book of Life came out. Everyone claimed that Disney and Pixar were ripping off Book of Life, when the movie was already being made years before hand.
People, if we can have a trillion movies about Halloween and gazillion movies about Christmas, why can’t we have a couple Día de Muertos films? It’s not like Disney owns the holiday, though they did try to do that, bad move on that part. Still, even when I hadn’t watched watched Book of Life, I knew this movie was going to be different than Book of Life.
In Book of Life, from what I read, it’s about romantic love and how Día de Muertos came to be. In Coco, the movie is about what the holiday is about which is family and never forgetting where you came from. Your past helps shapes you to the person you are. Shoot, even those that refuses Miguel’s dreams actually helps make that passion even stronger.
The characters are relatable and lovable, my favorite being Hector and Imelda. I haven’t seen a couple this cute in an animated film since I dunno...I guess Victor and Victoria from Corpse Bride? I’m not usually big on animated official couples, because it usually just feels force, but these two just you can tell why they belong together! They’re exact opposites but they attract so easily!
Imelda is strict and cold but you can tell she loves her family very much and does understand Miguel’s passion and heartbreak. She just does what she thinks is best to keep her family together. Then you have Hector, who is a charismatic trickster that has a heartbroken story himself and behind all that charm, is a broken man that just wants to fix the mistakes he’s made.
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Miguel is a relatable kid. He can be a brat but there’s a good reason he is that way. He acts just like any kid would if they find out their family doesn’t support what they do. It can be heartbreaking and I never found him too annoying. His passions are understandable and the lengths he will go to achieving his goals make him fit well into the great kid characters in animation, next to Gosalyn (Darkwing Duck) and Jade (Jackie Chan Adventures). He and Hector are great duo and team and are always fun to watch on screen.
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The one character I really don’t like is the Miguel’s grandmother Elena. I understand why she’s like the way she is but it’s like, how blind in your ego and ideology do you have to be to not realize your kid is upset in front of you, because you just crushed his dreams?
I mean, giving King Triton credit, at least there was a moment where he felt bad for hurting his daughter, Ariel and you could tell Imelda felt hurt by what Miguel was going through too. I just felt like Elena was more one note compared to the rest of the characters. Maybe that’s the point, but I felt like she could have had more dept and more clarity to her reasons. Like why was it so important to her of all people to pass down the legacy, instead of say Coco or say if she was the sister of Coco. I just don’t get how the grandma aka daughter of Coco would be just as strict as the great great grandmother. I dunno, maybe that makes her more realistic since people put their reasons aside. I just didn’t care for her.
Now for the dog, Dante. A lot of people have a love hate relationship with this dog.They either love him or hate him. Phantom Strider once said he absolutely despises Dante for being such a stupid dog. I dunno, I’m like “He’s a dog. He’s doing what dogs do. Not all dogs are bright. I should know. My last dog would run into the walls and patio stands of my house.” 
Dante is good for a comic relief and granted he does do stuff to help the main character out so I didn’t find him too annoying. He’s not in scenes for too long and most of the scenes he’s in, he’s trying to help out Miguel. So I give him a pass.
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Do I need to even talk about the animation? You know that if it’s Disney or Pixar, it’s top notch! Some people found the lines on Coco to be a bit too realistic and uncanny valley territory and I can see that, but it didn’t bother me so much. As for the music, it’s a hit or miss for me. It’s nice that this technically isn’t a musical, so when the characters sing, it feels natural here. It’s decent and I’m sure a lot of the Latino community fans will love it and those that are a fan of traditional Mexican culture music. 
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Over all, Coco is a wonderful movie about family, traditions, the beauty of Mexican culture and a great touch upon Día de Muertos . It’s beautifully animated and the characters are wonderfully charismatic! Give it a watch if you haven’t yet. It sucks that this will be the last original Disney film we get in a while, but hey, least it was a great film to end on before the hiatus of their original works. I give Coco a rating of 8 1/2 stars out of 10!
8 1/2 Stars
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lostbutterflyutau · 3 years ago
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Not only did Disney botch the marketing for this show so badly that a lot of people don’t even know it exists, but putting it on Disney Junior put additional stigma on it. People see it there and think, “that’s a baby/kiddie show” or “that’s not for me” and give it a pass right away.
There is also a handful of people who dismiss the show and Elena herself because “it’s just a TV show.” They believe that Elena does not count as a princess or any kind of representation because “she’s not a movie” and write her off.
Now, as a white person, I can not and will not speak to the representation. It is not my place to speak over how people feel regarding the subject. I will only say that, according to one of my best friends -- who is Salvadoran and takes issue with certain elements in the show -- some find it insulting and annoying that, instead of just picking one of the many rich, Latin cultures, Disney smacked together a bunch of different ones in a fantasy setting and tried to pass it off as representation. She, and many others, would prefer they just pick one and stick to it. She also argues that there is not enough Spanish in the show and Elena should speak a lot more of it than she does if they want to claim her as Hispanic. Of course, this is just ONE example from one person -- given second-hand -- and others are free to chime in as well.
However, I do think that dismissing the show itself purely on the point of it being “just a TV show” is unfair. And, if I had to guess, in regard to this point, it’s the marketing people take issue with. Disney made no real attempt to let people know the show existed after its premiere and because the TVA and movie divisions are different things, and they hate the former, the movies will get most, if not all, of the attention. TVA tends to get pushed out of the way quickly if it doesn’t make and maintain GIGANTIC sales -- something even the creator of EoA admitted. Problem is, you can’t make sales for a show people don’t know exists.
Lastly, speaking just on the narrative elements as a whole, it is a good show with decent writing and character development and does, in my opinion, a good job of telling its story while not alienating either the youngest or oldest viewers in the family. There is something for everyone to enjoy. It does not treat the kids as dumb or make the adults roll their eyes like some other shows would.
I'm surprised that i haven't seen the cartoon fandom talk more about Elena of Avalor.
It's pretty decent show with well defined characters and good use of latin/south american mythology. The songs are nice and the CGI animation actually looks fluid.
I only watched a couple of episodes (14). It was fun.
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i-am-adlocked · 7 years ago
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Got tagged by two people and since the questions are custom-made (lol) I guess, I’ll answer twenty-two instead of eleven LMAO. Love you both guys!
The rules are:
• Post the rules
• Answer the questions given to you by the tagger
• Write eleven questions of your own
• Tag eleven people
QUESTIONS FROM @equusgirl​
1. If you could have lunch with anyone alive or dead, who would it be?
This is a tough one. I have many different aspects of myself—several masks. My joker-self would want to be with my friends because I never fail to make them laugh their pants off. My lonely-self would want my future spouse, whoever that person is, right now. My artist-self would want Vincent Van Gogh so I could do the Doctor Who thing where I would reassure him that he is amazing. 
My desperate-self would want Bob Ross because I bet he’d inspire me the hell out. My sad-self would want to have lunch with my dead happy-self because I bet I’d slap the hell out of my face. My family-oriented-self would want my maternal grandfather I never got to meet because he doesn’t know me and it’s nice to have a family who would probably say that they’re proud of me. Estranged relatives are like that, I think lmao
OH and I would also want any psychologist, so I’d have free sessions to deal with my ADHD because I can never afford to have more sessions, and I’d finally get a prescription cos I need dem meds.
2. You’re stuck on an elevator with whoever is on your lock/home screen. Who is it?
If we’re talking about my phone, I guess I’m stuck on an elevator with the Eiffel Tower (lock screen) and Mona Lisa (home screen). If we’re talking about my computer, I guess I’m stuck on an elevator with Sherlock (lock screen) and Leo Valdez (home screen). Ho-ho-ho I will be in an elevator with self-loathing mask-wearing joking-but-dead-inside heroes. That will be fun.
3. Last TV show/movie you watched?
I rewatched the last episode of The Crown again after I binged-watched Riverdale and re-re-re-binged-watched The Good Place. Movie-wise, it was the Filipino film called “Ang Larawan”. It’s actually hard for me to watch films because it takes a lot of time for me to stay focused in one episode.
4. A cottage on the beach or a cabin in the mountains?
Cabin in the mountains. I hiss angrily at beaches because I tan so easily and I kid you not, I haven’t swum in a beach since 2009. In a country where lighter paler skin was more cherished, and being an insecure bullied 10-year-old. You’ll understand why. Nowadays, I guess the habit just stuck. ALSO CABIN IN THE MOUNTAINS HOW FREAKING COOL WOULD THAT BE... I’d be surrounded by trees, it would be cold there, I can sit by the fireplace, look out my window to view the beautiful forest and night sky, and just drink whiskey, read a book, and quietly whisper, “Bless.”
5. Last song you listened to?
If we’re not including Brooke Simpson’s performances (specifically, “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World”) in The Voice which I legit just binge-watched before opening Tumblr, it would be the Riverdale Cast’s cover of “Mad World.” I was shookt that I liked it.
6. Most recent obsession?
Video-editing. More-so than usual. I legit have anxieties when I’m not making a video. I should probably stop after finishing these videos I’m doing because I know it will hinder my studies (which I’m already failing at because of my worsening ADHD), and it’s already ruining my sleeping patterns and eating habits. It’s a toxic kind of obsession.
7. Last thing you googled?
“people find out harry potter is abused fic rec” shut up (if interested, click here)
8. Which city would you most like to visit?
(for the first time?) Athens. (again?) either Assisi or Rome or Paris. You can’t make me choose.
9. If you could bring one (1) fictional character to life, who would it be?
I’m having a hard time between Mary Watson (Sherlock) and River Song (Doctor Who) *sobs*
10. Favorite thing about yourself?
My... God, I don’t know, really. I don’t really like myself so how can I find a favorite thing about myself? My ability to brag for things I’m not even good at, I guess? False advertising of myself, I guess? HAHAHAHHA WAIT NO! My ability to make anything sad or depressing. Yes, I’m good at that. It’s not my favourite thing about me but out of all, that’s the only thing I think I’m really good at.
11. Ideal career?
Becoming a wife and mother. Some people give me odd looks for this but I really want to take care of people in ways I never experienced. I want to be there for some people—to feel needed and depended on—to be trusted, long-term.
Younger-me would be furious. She was aro-ace. As a person who grew up only relying on books as company, I thought I would grow up as the typical strong independent woman who is a CEO or is an actress, or a musical theatre performer... I used to want to be that... 
But those dreams were based on what my family wanted. CEO because I grew up poor and being a CEO would make me financially stable which my parents wanted. Actress/Theatre Performer because my sister and I bonded through musical theatre, TV shows, and films, and we both love the arts (but I have to admit that she’s better than me with everything srsly im not kidding)...
But as just for myself? I really don’t see myself working for money, or working for the arts. I mean, obviously I want to work for money and for the arts, but... I want to work for people I care about—for a family I will finally not be scared enough to say “I love you” without fearing they would laugh in my face.
—oOo—
OKAY, NOW QUESTIONS FROM @musical-chick-13​
1. If you could wake up and be magically good at something you’ve never done before (or have little experience doing), what would you want it to be?
The ability to quickly understand things I’m not interested in and explain them to people easily with how I understood them. I think that would help me a lot in my Law class now at uni. Seriously, I’m having troubles reading, and I always stutter in class because I’m not good at formal English. 
My stupid brain needs time to process what I learned (which was written in English), explain it to myself (in Filipino), translate my explanation from Filipino to English, and focus enough to say those things out loud.
2. What is/are your favorite genre(s) of music?
I have an odd range: musical theatre, rock, indie, classical music, PIANO IS LIFE, ANYTHING AS LONG AS IT IS GOOD PIANO AT THE BEGINNING (usually starts with an A, idk why). Also, Lady Gaga and Beyonce. Hands down.
3. What was your first fandom?
Avatar: The Last Airbender. THE SERIES OKAY. A year after that was Harry Potter and Sherlock AT THE SAME TIME 2010 was a crazy year. Just like that, since I was eleven years old, I went down the road to fandom hell.
4. What is a play/musical/opera/etc. (basically any fictional work that’s not a book, movie, comic, or TV show) you like?
BOY YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN UGHGHGH ILL JUST PUT MY TOP SIX
Spring Awakening, Next to Normal, In the Heights. (I listen to the full album completely. The music is divine and the stories are beautiful. You got a story about sex, a story about mental illness, and a story about Hispanics). Spring Awakening’s and Next to Normal’s rock + violin music in a setting of 1800′s Germany and a typical family house, gets me on, ya know?
Sweeney Todd, Wicked, and Rent. (The typical classics I love, note that whenever Sweeney Todd’s Prologue and Wicked’s As Long as You’re Mine starts, I get orgasms just as much when the peak of Rent’s Goodbye Love goes). Great songs, seriously.
5. If you could get paid for doing a mundane task, what would you choose to get paid for?
Organising files.
6. What is a joke you really like?
My death.
7. If you had to have a job working under a fictional character, which character would you choose to be your boss and why?
Sherlock. He would know how to take care of me. He would know how to make me feel better. He has great work ethics, and he knows when to be harsh with his words and gentle, because he knows which people are deserving to be called idiots and those who are just insecure. Though I’ll probably annoy him because of how nervous I’d be but since “Faith Smith” I’d think he’d know how to deal with me, I guess.
8. What article of clothing is your favorite to wear (i.e., dresses, skirts, pants, suits, hats, jewelry, etc.)?
A gold necklace my grandmother gave to me because out of all my cousins (or our generation in our lineage), I’m the first one she gave an “inheritance” to because I happen to be her roommate. Considering that I am the dumbest in the family as well as the family freak, I consider this as my sole victory.
9. Do you consider yourself to be an optimist, a pessimist, or something else entirely?
A total pessimist. An optimist to those who are feeling pessimistic.  In my head, there is nothing but hopelessness, despair, and utter misery and pain. But homie, you say shit like that to me? You tell me you are feeling those? Yo, imma throw my rainbows and sunshine up your ass, you are gonna vomit glitter and light, I swear to all deities out there.
I may claim to say that I’m like this because I’m the only one who should be pessimistic, like I’m some narcissistic the-world-revolves-around-me idiot because I don’t like being depicted as anything else but manipulative, cruel, and an arsehole. So please stop telling me I’m nice or that I’m a good person. It makes me feel weird. They’re like unnatural things to say to me.
10. Feelings on cats?
Tolerable. My sister loves them. My school has cats just chilling around. They love me idk why. I love dogs more so I’m surprised they let me in their pack.
11. Favorite soda (or beverage in general if you don’t like soda)?
ALL MY FRIENDS KNOW OF MY WILD ADDICTION TO COCA-COLA.
—oOo—
MY QUESTIONS:
1. Are you feeling okay right now?
2. What is the funniest thing you have ever first-hand witnessed/experienced in real life?
3. Who is/are the most important person/people in your life and why?
4. What is a memory that wouldn’t fail to make you smile like an idiot while you’re in public?
5. How did you come to your current obsession?
6. Why do you ship your OTP (either real-life or fiction)?
7. Let’s pretend speed and distance (lol basically velocity), and quality are the same, would you rather be in a plane or a ship in a storm where there are many lightnings and thunder involved in December?
8. What is the object that is most sentimental to you?
9. If you could be in any fictional world, which one would you explore, and will you or will you not interact with your favourite character? Why or why not?
10. What animal do you most relate to or you consider to be your spirit animal? Why or why not?
11. How do you define the word, “Happiness”?
Tags: @thank-you-for-being-with-me​ @sentimentalgenius​ @addignisherlock​ @randombiochemist​ @simpleanddestructivechemistry​ @its-sentimental-adlock​ @themissadventurer​ @sorrowsflower​ @throughtheparadox​ @theleftpill​ No pressure, guys! Also to anyone who wants to answer, too! I even tag those who tagged me.
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mysticorigamipaper-mcl · 7 years ago
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honestly the worst part about kentin´s arc is how much hate he is getting, i get most ppl already dont like him but now is fucking ridiculous i literally cannot go to his tag on a normal episode without reading "how awful" he is but now is worst,i just want to see cute fanart! I hate the tumblr mcl fandom, the hispanic fandom will make fun of things and even say they dont like a character but it never overflows with negativity (ik im super annoying but i need to vent and have no friends)
*hugs* You have a friend in me anon. You’re not being annoying, and venting can help one feel a little better. I’m sorry to hear there’s more negativity towards Kentin and his fans. And I also realized a while back there was little positivity towards him in the tumblr fandom. I try to give all the boys some attention through posts and fan art on my blog to share with all fans, but I noticed Kentin receives the least. It’s actually hard to find good/cute content with him in it. Though Kentin may not be my favorite personally, I can see why others like him, and it’s a shame there isn’t more material available. Not to mention that anyone who seems to voice that they like him receive so much hate in return and are shamed for their personal interest in his character/route. It must be absolutely frustrating.
Yes, after the latest episode Kentin is getting more hate than usual. But I think part of it is more towards his attitude change in the recent events since we met Evan. And his behavior towards strangers and women in general. I mean, he and Evan were acting the same, if not worse than Dake when he was always harassing Candy. Treating a girl/woman or anyone the way they did to Candy and Rosa in this episode is something very relatable in the real world. It’s unacceptable, uncomfortable and upsetting behavior. That’s why people are more angry than usual. His attitude is something a lot of us face. There are guys that actually act like this, and it may be triggering many who have experienced such attitudes in real life.
Apart from that, this is how I see his situation. Evan was Kentin’s role model and surrogate big brother in military school. Not only did Evan defend Kentin from bullies, he apparently gave him confidence and molded Kentin, transforming him while he was there.
And Kentin seems to be very grateful for what Evan has done for him. When Kentin returns to Sweet Amoris, no one recognizes him. Thanks to this, his first plan of action is get back at Amber by stealing her first kiss (her not knowing he was the nerd she used to bully) and then telling her she’s a bad kisser, in an attempt to lower her ego/self esteem. He even smashed her new cell phone. He wasn’t about to let anyone bully him anymore. And he wanted that made clear through Amber. If your Candy was mean to him before military school, he is cold towards you. If you were nice, he’s nice towards you when he returns.
Once he’s back, he befriends Armin and Alexy and no one seems to bother or bully him. He becomes more relaxed and doesn’t try so hard to put on the tough guy act. He becomes a sweet guy again (as long as your Candy is nice to him), just slightly more mature as he’s not stalking Candy anymore like a lovesick puppy. I think with the absence of Evan and the other boys, Kentin wasn’t fired up and influenced to act the way he did in military school where you had to act tough, macho and not allow anyone walk all over you. But later, I think he started feeling out of place at Sweet Amoris, if not alone. Though he clicked right away with Armin and Alexy, Armin started becoming more of a friend towards Nathaniel. Alexy has a crush on Kentin but they don’t hang out a lot, if at all these days. And he doesn’t seem to be getting along with any of the other guys, or any of the girls in his class, apart from the few conversations we’ve seen him have with Lysander or while our Candy is present in his route. Then, for those on his route, even when he finally gets to date his long time crush and kiss her, his confidence in himself and his self esteem appears to continue to dwindle. First Candy wants to hide their relationship from everyone as soon they officially become a couple (Kentin more than likely thought she was embarrassed or ashamed to be seen with him as his girlfriend) and it hurt him deeply. Then at the party during spin the bottle, Kentin became upset when another guy tries to kiss Candy on a dare and claims Candy doesn’t realize how beautiful/wonderful she is and how could other guys NOT be interested in her. I think him witnessing that and becoming more aware of that reality seriously made him question if he was good enough for Candy, if he was manly enough, if he was the kind of guy she wanted to be with. Again, his level of confidence drops.
Once Evan returns, Kentin is suddenly brought back to his military school days, and that macho attitude kicks in like Pavlov’s dogs to a dinner bell. Kentin suddenly feels like he’s brimming with confidence with his old buddy back at his side, and admires/mimics Evan to a horrifying degree. Kentin becomes so overconfident that he shifts into an arrogant, rude person. Notice how he talks back to everyone and becomes disrespectful towards Candy and the other classmates, as well as the teachers. He thinks that this new confidence makes it so no one messes with him, that no one will try to walk all over him again.
Be that as it may, I think he’s distancing himself from everyone. Putting up a wall. Making sure no one approaches him. Not even his own girlfriend. Because he’s hiding so many insecurities and fears. He has no identity. No self worth. No friends. He doesn’t have much of a father figure since his dad is gone a lot, and therefore no male figure to look up to or learn from. Until Evan came along. Evan was everything Kentin thought a man should be. Strong, confident and assertive. And because Kentin became so grateful of Evan’s support, he failed to notice Evan’s flaws. Arrogant, harassing, even delinquent like. Kentin becomes blind to Evan’s and his own behavior and makes excuses or gets defensive when people call him out on it. He gets upset when people tell him Evan is a bad influence. But to Kentin, Evan was the only person who ever seemed to be there for him when no one else was. It’s why he tries so hard to defend Evan and his actions. And as a result, Kentin becomes the very type of person he hates without knowing it. And he doesn’t want to see it.
He’s scared…he’s alone…he’s frustrated…he’s completely lost. That’s a dangerous and self destructive combination. And until Kentin accepts who he really is, learns to truly be himself or figures out what he can become/wants to become on his own, without the influence of anyone but himself, he’ll continue to have this identity crisis. I just hope for his sake, that will come about on some serious self reflection in the next episode.
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fountainpenguin · 7 years ago
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Hi! I love all of your FOP headcanons!! Would you mind writing some for AC? I would appreciate it!💖💖💖
Ah, thank you very much, Anon! I feel like I’ve said most of these headcanons about Anti-Cosmo already, but I’ll try to add some new ones.
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FUN FACTS ABOUT RIDDLEVERSE!ANTI-COSMO
I have probably never drawn his hair the same way twice ever. The messy back parts have stayed pretty consistent, but mixing his canon hair with his ears doesn’t always work.
He’s the son of a concubine and a castle servant. He was not born to inherit anything and nobody expected he would ever amount to much.
It also doesn’t help that he was a sickly child. He was born late and didn’t develop as well as the rest of the Anti-Fairies born that Friday the 13th. His body temperature is naturally lower, and he has darker fur along with it (Y’know, ‘cuz… biology. The colder places on animals have darker fur).
He’s also incredibly short. No, really. He’s very short and scruffy.
His personality profile is “skittish bookworm” with his nationality being High Southian (The cloudland version of British).
Nervous habits: Puffing his cheeks, tapping his wand against his leg, pulling his hair, twisting the star-shaped cap on his wand, shooting random blasts at nearby furniture, meditating, and throwing tantrums.
Anti-Cosmo is a rather honorable man who always strikes from the front, never the back. This parallels Cosmo’s passive-aggression (especially towards Juandissimo in episodes like “Jerk of All Trades”).
He had his first kiss at a funeral. He had his first kiss with Anti-Wanda at a carnival petting zoo. I can only write romantic kisses when I can put the characters in a non-romantic location or else everything is too serious that it becomes ridiculous and I can’t stop laughing.
He’s very interested in reproduction. It started with a pet project of breeding genies in order to preserve a super endangered species, then turned into a quest to beat the system and allow Anti-Fairies to reproduce on their own, without being tied to the reproduction of their counterparts.
On a clearly unrelated note, the anti-fairy baby seen during Jorgen’s slideshow in “Fairly Odd Baby” that Jorgen claimed Anti-Cosmo and H.P. raised together is 100% canon in my fanfics. You may freak out at will.
Here is teenage Anti-Cosmo as he will appear in my fanfics (in FOP style):
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Well, my take on FOP style. Look at him in his rebellious ultra-religious phase. It was only after meeting Cosmo that Anti-Cosmo got the idea of magically disguising his nose, like Cosmo did in “The Boy Who Would Be Queen”.
As you can see, this design is meant to mirror the teenage Cosmo seen in “Wishy Washy” (Though I’ll probably be tweaking it a bit to give Cosmo his green socks and a plaid shirt underneath his hoodie, to match the plaid shirt his teenage self wore in the Musical).
Anti-Cosmo first met Cosmo when they were teens like this. Cosmo said in “Timmy’s Secret Wish” that “the last time an old man came by saying we were his Fairies, I ended up chained to the water heater while he stole our DVD player.” In my fanfic Frayed Knots, that same man (younger) tricks Anti-Cosmo in a similar fashion. But instead of being handcuffed to a water heater, Anti-Cosmo got handcuffed to his roommate’s bed. Because the lock on these chains was magical, his roommate called in the nearest guy who held a job as a magic key- which, as we know from “Gland Plan”, was Cosmo’s “unmentionably horrible job”. Also this roommate was Wanda. Needless to say, it wasn’t quite the first impression Anti-Cosmo had hoped to make in front of his counterpart.
Cosmo has a disability- He can’t use magic unless he takes his artificial hormones. He takes these hormones in his milk, often in baby bottles. When Cosmo doesn’t take these milk hormones, he can’t use magic. When Cosmo can’t use magic due to the lack of hormones, Anti-Cosmo can’t use magic either. So, sometimes Anti-Cosmo randomly can’t use magic and it happens when Cosmo doesn’t take his hormones.
Anti-Cosmo is based off the Mexican free-tailed bat. I’m leaning towards Cosmo’s dad being the cloudland version of Hispanic, making Cosmo mixed race, as a parallel to Anti-Cosmo being a Mexican free-tailed bat. I also kind of like this idea because Juandissimo is the cloudland version of Spanish, so there’s extra rivalry there.
Because Anti-Cosmo is a Mexican free-tailed bat, he has a long tail and white toes. In Anti-Fairy culture, it’s considered public indecency to walk around with your tail out, though, so he keeps it tucked away even though it’s annoying and sometimes painful.
Anti-Cosmo is ¼ anti-brownie (vampire bat). Vampire bats are the only bat that can take flight directly from the ground. So, I gave Anti-Cosmo strong legs. He’s a good jumper and can deliver some nasty, powerful kicks.
He’s completely blind in his left eye due to an incident as a child when he tried to pull a genie from her damaged lamp by force and it exploded.
These days, he’s not on very good terms with his older brother, Anti-Robin (Anti-Schnozmo). They don’t hate each other, but things are just awkward at family reunions because Anti-Robin is such an oddball in Anti-Fairy society.
Anti-Cosmo and H.P. have a close relationship. They met each other a few times before the war over godchildren seen in “Balance of Flour”, but that was when their friendship bloomed. And then H.P. subsequently shattered Anti-Cosmo’s trust and acted all offended when Anti-Cosmo attempted to cut him out of his life. And then there’s the matter of a certain anti-fairy baby… It’s complicated. 
In modern times, H.P. and Anti-Cosmo are on pretty good terms and could be described as best friends who compete over everything. H.P. seems a little more invested in this friendship than Anti-Cosmo is, but that’s understandable seeing as Anti-Cosmo has Anti-Wanda and oodles of Anti-Fairy friends, and H.P. just has pixies who tell him what he wants to hear all day.
You could say that Anti-Cosmo inherited H.P.’s friendship from the previous leader of the Anti-Fairies because those two were close and after Anti-Cosmo overthrew him, H.P. turned to Anti-Cosmo as a surrogate and tried to dump all the expectations and feelings from that previous relationship on him, but you didn’t hear that from me.
Anti-Cosmo is also friends with Blonda. Blonda has an entire secret life the media doesn’t know about. Well, maybe not a secret life, but she does have a few secrets. Those two were able to hang out more when she was less popular, and before cameras were invented. They don’t see each other much anymore, but they parted on good terms.
Anti-Cosmo seems to be bipolar. “When Nerds Collide” and “Balance of Flour” were definitely episodes where he was on manic highs. “That Old Black Magic”, “The Gland Plan”, and “Fairly Odd Baby” were when he was in a more neutral state. It’s a parallel of Cosmo’s postpartum depression.
Anti-Cosmo is pretty clueless about technology. This parallels the fact that Cosmo seems to understand electricity and generators in “Power Mad”. Also, Anti-Fairy society is set in more medieval times; they have torches on the walls or use their wands to light their way instead of light bulbs.
Anti-Cosmo is a huge freak about about getting to places in plenty of time. H.P. will show up to things right on the dot, Cosmo tends to be a little late, but Anti-Cosmo will show up at his appointment ten minutes before it starts, and panic when he cuts it too close. His social anxiety does not do well with lateness.
Even so, he is consistently years behind fads.
He’s attracted to both Fairies and Anti-Fairies. This headcanon started from a comment he made in “Gland Plan” and then I kind of blew it out of proportion for plot reasons. He likes both.
He’s demiromantic demisexual. This means he doesn’t feel romantically or sexually attracted to people until after he gets to know them and establish a strong connection of trust and friendship. Despite his Deadly Sin being Lust, he’s not the type to sneak off and cheat on Anti-Wanda. He’s attracted to her and there’s not a lot of competition otherwise.
Anti-Cosmo likes to go outside when it’s cold and snowy; Cosmo prefers to stay in and snuggle by the fire with warm cocoa and cookies.
Anti-Cosmo’s signature kissing style involves a lot of rapid kisses. Like, he’ll grab Anti-Wanda by the shoulders and try to tell her something he’s super excited about, but every few words he’ll just plant a kiss on her face because he gets really excited.
He’s a vegan.
I accidentally thought Mexican free-tails were fruit-eaters for awhile.
Cosmo seems to be very fond of meat in the show.
It’s just a nice, contrastive detail for a villain.
He’d feel like a hypocrite if he wanted rights for Anti-Fairies, but completely ignored the animals- especially in a magical world full of magical animals who can talk.
Because Fairies and Anti-Fairies live in the cloudlands, they don’t have all the minerals and natural resources that we see on Earth, so they don’t use gold and diamonds for wedding rings and stuff. Mostly, they use leather (From magical animals). Anti-Cosmo is the only character in my fanfics whose wedding ring is described as being “braided” instead of made of leather. It’s made of other fabrics.
Anti-Cosmo and Foop do have some things in common, but they also differ in many ways. Anti-Cosmo is an extrovert who prefers working with general concepts than picking at details. He tends to put plans in action too soon, resulting in their failure and often landing him in jail. He’s good at rousing the crowds with his public speaking, but struggles to hold conversations one-on-one. 
In contrast, Foop is an introvert who obsesses over details. He’s always coming up with schemes, but he’ll think about the details too much and talk himself out of them, because the idea of failure is humiliating to him, and to be honest, prison messed him up as a child enough to give him an alternate personality, and he’s terrified of going back. Foop’s public speaking abilities are mediocre, because he tends to boast about himself, but he’s a lot better at conversations with one person at a time. Trying to focus on multiple people at a time can stress him out and trigger his alternate personality to show up.
Aaand that’s basically what I have to say about Anti-Cosmo!
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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years ago
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Original Sci-Fi RP, MxF, Email.
Hello all. I really wish I could do a TL;DR for the length of this post I have before you but there’s just too much stuff to go over. Also I talk a lot, so this is some preparation for if you decide to write with me. There’ll be some reading. I’ll just apologize in advance for blabbing. SORRY.
First, some things about me. I write too much, and I have a habit of repeating myself, sorry. I work full time, have other engagements on top of that. I will do my best to reply at least once a week. I’d like to also mention that when I get super excited about a RP, and a combination of having a bit more time on my hands (In about two weeks I get a week vacation, yay), I can sometimes respond the same day, or more than once. But it really depends on my schedule and how much I write. Oh yeah, and that’s about 400-800 average per character. Rarely less, but sometimes a lot more, if we’re needing to set the scene for something or just crazy stuff be happening. But anyway, yes if it’s less, you’ll get more often. I get very into it. As for how much for you to write, you don't need to match me by any means. I do like someone who is willing to write more, to set characters up and scenes up, so I find multi-paragraph more satisfying, though if it's an action oriented or communication heavy part of the RP I of course understand, it doesn't always have to be super, super long. 
I’m in my mid-twenties, and I’d like you to be over 18. Because I also really like angst. I love torturing characters with really heart-rending situations. I like punishing the poor people, although I’ll also mention that I’m a sucker for happy endings. I describe things in a lot of detail. Gore, smut, etc. I’m fine with fading to black if the characters have just been going at again and again but for the most part I don’t want to just shy away from the darker, grittier stuff. I like me that real emotional, intense RP.
I don’t want to forget this within this sea of babble, but I write only on email. It’s just easier for me to keep track of it. Google docs is fine as well. And I love, love OOC chat for discussing and talking, but for that I only have google hangouts. My email is: [email protected].
I don’t really ‘use’ face claims, but I definitely can. To be honest, I usually have a person in mind when I’m describing them, so if you do use face claims, that’s perfectly fine with me. Also, I’m in Mountain Standard Time (MST).  
So here goes, I know a lot of RPs have a trouble starting up. We sit down, talk, discuss and sometimes there’s continued interest, sometimes not. Which is fine, but I thought I’d try something different. Below, probably way, way, way below, I’ll have intros I’ve already prepared. As of right now, since I’ve been playing Detroit: Become Human, I want to write something in that particular genre. Not the same universe. Original, but the same concept. To those who haven’t played Detroit, you don’t need to. Basically the concept I want to explore (very similar to that of the TV show Almost Human, although I haven’t seen it) is a world with humans and androids, sometime in the future, sixty, seventy years or something. Specifically, I want to explore the relationship between Detective Partners, one being human, and one being an android, shiny and new. For this, I’ve picked the female android with hopes of a male detective partner. It was a super fun relationship in Detroit, and I really wanted to go through it myself, though as a longer, more drawn out story. That slow burn, though. I write MxF, love me that slow burn romance and I also like doubling, and another relationship I’d be down to explore, and the second intro below, is a male android bodyguard and their female charge. It was the thought that they’d be the child of someone important, rich, like a senator’s daughter, president even, or a movie star. Again, if you don’t find the second story I’ve provided interesting, I will not in any way force you to write it anyway. We’ll simply drop it, and that’s fine.
But I want to stress this part. I’m not trying to control the RP, I’m really not. I absolutely LOVE discussing, brainstorming and world building together. I don’t want to direct the RP, I want to explore it together. The reason I love RPing so much is bouncing my ideas with someone else because they get SO MUCH BETTER. These intros are just to give us some starting ground, and if I say I’m thinking that the Male Detective is some gruff, tortured rule-breaker, and the Female Protectee is perhaps some in her twenties partier or university student, these are just IDEAS, I promise. These are your characters, and if you hate the direction I’ve tried to nudge them in for the sake of the intro, that’s perfectly understandable, and we can change so many of the things. I’m here to listen.
I also don’t want you to think that I’ve wrote this because I hate talking to people and I just want them to send off an intro without that terrible talking to me part. Not at all. Have any questions, any at all? PLEASE send them my way, I’d love to talk with you! You might notice that I’ve made the first intro super long, because I’m trying to give as much information as I can. The second one is much shorter, because that was less my territory. I didn’t want to force any last names, or race or anything, I just wanted to provide bare bones. Also, please forgive my terrible lack of knowledge about rankings and the technical aspects of actually writing Detectives and the Police Force, I’m Canadian and I used those ranks. I can switch to USA if it makes it easier, just in the hopes you tell me how it works, because I’m terribly ignorant.
Alright, I’m sorry with bashing you all around for this long, below are the two Intros.
1
Police Model TPD-101 stepped into the Police Station. More than a few looks were thrown toward TPD-101, for even though there was a badge attached to belt, shiny and unmistakable, just as unmistakable was the perfect poise, unwrinkled clothing and not a single hair out of place. It could not be blamed on abnormal meticulousness—it was just abnormal. More obvious was the band one centimeter wide, starting above the right brow and ending at the temple. It was clear, save for above the brow, where a square shape glowed a calm blue. Regardless of this easy identification, TPD-101 had been expected. Expected too, were the indistinct whispers, soft shaking of heads. Their words could have been detected by enhanced hearing, but a lack of permission kept auditory levels at 20-20,000 Hz, as a normal human might.
TPD-101 processed a light optical scan of their surroundings; the building was crowded, busy without being overloaded by any crises. The average daily intake of Division 51’s Station. The floor was an unstained marble, still early enough in the day to avoid any spills or disarray that were sure to occur. Fairly new maple wood panelling displayed ‘POLICE’ in large, gold plated letters. It was austere, devoid of many pictures on the wall. Informative magazines were set on the tables between the waiting benches. The lobby itself was closed off, the stairs to the back corner, the elevator set to the left of the help desk. The ceiling was glass, large rectangular panes, that through there the Headquarter’s six other levels could be seen; the glass balconies that surrounded the lobby as if it were a wall.
TPD-101 had never been on the premises of Division 51 before, but they had familiarized themselves with the blueprints. In truth, they did not need an escort, but obediently followed the Police Officer assigned to them. The Officer’s name was Theresa Ramirez. She was of Hispanic descent, medium built, with a stature of three inches and five feet.  She had been waiting on the curb when TPD-101 had arrived. Though her introduction had been polite, TPD-101 had detected their discomfort; failing to keep eye contact, a brusque manner and an excessive pulling at the strands of her dark brown hair that had fallen loose from her braid. She held a coffee in hand, doing her best to disengage small talk with other officers by not halting her stride, managing a polite smile at those who attempted.
 “Interesting company you got there, Ramirez,” one male said, drifting in front of their path, not so easily deterred. A facial scan quickly identified him as John Perl, another constable. He was Caucasian, with a square face, clean-shaven, but his dark blue uniform was wrinkled, unkempt, and his hair was ruffled and uncombed.
“Greetings, Constable Perl.” TPD-101 spoke in a calm, relaxed manner with a friendly smile, showing only the barest slivers of white, perfect teeth. “I am model TPD-101, but I have been assigned the name Jade Wu. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance.” She extended her hand.
Perl’s eyebrows raised, the creases in his forehead deepening. He barely spared TPD-101’s outstretched hand a glance before looking to Ramirez.
“This is supposed to join the homicide detectives? Bit of a jump. From being traffic controllers and writing off speeding tickets. Give me a break.”
Ramirez shrugged her shoulders, quiet. She didn’t speak in either opposition or agreement, but her hazel eyes flickered towards the elevator. TPD-101 gathered that she would rather complete her objective than continue this conversation. TPD-101, however, tried again.
“It is true that the first androids to work with the Police Force were assigned subordinate tasks, but I assure you, I have been specially designed to carry out all aspects required of a detective—and more. I am fully equipped with forensic knowledge and—“
The constable ignored TPD-101 again, looking pointedly in Ramirez’ direction.
“What a joke. How is it going to interrogate suspects? Annoy them into confessing?”
“I don’t know, man.” Ramirez muttered in response. “Look, the Superintendent wanted it up right away.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Perl waved a hand. “Go on, get this train wreck started.”
Ramirez shook her head and headed towards the elevator. TPD-101 nodded and smiled again in Perl’s direction. She had been ordered to be polite, and treat all Officers with unduly respect. “It is nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks, Clanker,” Perl rolled his eyes and downed a large swig of coffee.
Ramirez directed them into the left, and they slid into the enclosed space. A mirror covered the entire length of the wall opposing the door and TPD-101 took in the sight. There appeared to be two females, one entirely devoid of emotion on their face the other with an expression attempting to be placid. Perl’s eyes flickered to TPD-101 more than once, and lines on her youthful face would deepen, followed by the thinning of her lips. TPD-101 glanced at their own reflection; a delicate circular face with an angular chin, a small but defined mouth, a round nose, and dark eyes in an impeccable almond shape. Their pale skin and sleek black hair completed the look; it was designed to be easily distinguished as East Asian, Chinese specifically. It was also deceptively fragile looking; at an exact height of five inches past five feet and a figure that looked to weigh no more than a hundred and ten pounds. That observation would be inaccurate, as an Android’s body parts were heavier than that of a human’s normal muscle and bone mass. 
“They gave you a name?” Ramirez spoke. TPD-101 regarded her in silence; due to the human’s earlier reticence, TPD-101 had determined the chances of her speaking out of anything other than necessity to be relatively low.
“Yes. You may use it if you like.” TPD-101 answered promptly, turning their body towards Ramirez with a respectful nod. Social adequacies were integral in their programming, and their lips shifted into a polite smile. “Thank you for being my escort, Constable Ramirez.”
Ramirez could not hold back a light scoff, the furrows in her brow deepening. TPD-101 noted that in their memory. Despite terabytes of data on human behavior and psychology, they had not been able to construct a predictable response, at least not on a whole. They would have to build it on experience, one individual at a time. It was a daunting task. But from initial observation, TPD-101 could tell that attempting trifling pleasantry would not earn Ramirez’ trust.
The rest of the walk was met in silence. It was not far from the elevator to the next corridor. They stepped through a glass door, fogged out so it was not transparent. Gold letters glinted at them. Detective Bureau: Homicide Unit. TPD-101 glanced at the words longer than necessary; their memory banks retained all visual information captured by their optics. They had been activated only a month ago with the knowledge that they would be joining the city’s crime unit as a supporting detective. Still, it was different to be confronted with the reality of it all, instead of the numerous simulations they had run to better prepare. If they were a human, they would be nervous.
As an android, they were simply anticipatory, and if there was a hesitation to step after Ramirez and past the glass walls, it was less than a millisecond.
TPD-101 had little time to take in their surroundings; several desks, clumped together, an evidence board, clear lighting and the same pristine marble flooring before a man was striding towards them. Tall, imposing, it took him only a few steps to reach them. A quick scan of his eye identified him as Staff Superintendent Anthony Dallas, an African-American male in his mid-fifties. His head was bald, but there were flecks of gray in his brows, and numerous wrinkles creased his skin. He had had a decorated career as an officer, and there were a plentiful amount of articles regarding Dallas within TPD-101’s data banks. It was nearly strictly public knowledge; police files were more restricted, and they would be granted to TPD-101 as the Superintendent and his superiors saw fit. He struck out his large hand. A practiced, easy gesture, TPD-101 took it and shook it firmly, lips drawn into a pleasant smile.
“Superintendent Dallas,” TPD-101 spoke. “I am pleased to meet you. I am model TPD-101. For this assignment, I have been given the moniker of Jade Wu.” It had been decided that TPD-101 needed a name, especially in contact with civilians, as being given a name over simply their model number proved to be more settling.
“Welcome.” Dallas returned in a gruff tone. He turned his broad shoulders towards Ramirez. “Thank you, Constable. Dismissed.”
“Sir.” Ramirez stood straight, nodded, and turned away without a second glance at TPD-101.
“Thank you for your company, Constable,” TPD-101 said cheerfully to the officer’s departing back. There was no response.
“If you’ll follow me,” Dallas continued, leading TPD-101 past the bullpen, as the area of desks was often called. A few detectives mulled about, though TPD-101 was unable to check their eyes for appropriate identification. There was little time to linger regardless, and they were ushered into a glass enclosed office. A man was already in there, of Indian heritage, relatively young, with thick black hair that curled liberally, some falling over the thin frame of his glasses. He had a square jaw, clean-cut, and despite the unruliness of his hair, his clothes were perfectly fastidious, with hardly a crease or a wrinkle to be seen. He was much shorter than the Superintendent, and held himself at a slight slump. He smiled, a placid smile, though his eyes were shrewd, scrutinizing TPD-101. The irises were a dark brown, and TPD-101 studied them briefly to locate his profile. Dasra Nayar, Staff Inspector of Division 51, who headed the Homicide Unit and directly reporting to Dallas.
Dallas relayed this information automatically, and TPD-101 did not interject to announce they were already aware of this information—humans did not like to be interrupted, nor did they like to hear their information was superfluous.
“Jade Wu, right?” Nayar asked, to which TPD-101 nodded and smiled.
“If it pleases you, sir. That is my assigned designation.”
“It’s agreeable, of course.” Nayar nodded with an amicable grin. “We couldn’t go by calling you by your model designation. 101, you’re the first of your kind, correct?”
It was not likely that this knowledge was unknown to either Nayar or Dallas, regardless, TPD-101 was programmed to answer any questions brought to it, whether or not they might deem them unnecessary. “Yes. I am the first of androids specifically designed to aid the detective branch.”
“You won’t be a detective in your own right,” Dallas reminded. “You’re assigned to a partner. You’ll follow them, and they will be supervising you. Continually. You’re not to go off by yourself. Is that understood?”
“Of course, sir.” TPD-101 answered genially, already familiarized with these protocols. They were programmed into their memory banks, readily available at a second’s notice. “I understand.”
“You answer to your partner, unless overruled by a superior.” Dallas continued in his gruff tone. “The superior being a member of the Task Force, not your company.”
“Sir,” TPD-101 protested. “I am aware that previous Police Models were made by Microsoft Corporation. They were designed to aid the Police Force, not to siphon information. Intel Corporation is no different. I assure you that they secured this contract out of competency, and while they are my manufacturer, you are my employer. They handle repairs, and will update my programming based on your suggestions. My data is not uploaded to them without the Chief Of Police’s express permission. I am one of your own.”
Dallas did not hide his scoff, straightening the tie at his neck. “One of our own. I wouldn’t call you that. And no-one here will either.”
“Does that bother you?” Nayar asked, his scrutinizing gaze focused on TPD-101.
“No,” TPD-101 answered plainly. “I have been programmed to succeed despite adversity. Obstacles are to be expected.” TPD-101 watched the muscles around Dallas’ mouth tighten, throwing another glance towards Nayar. “I am here to assist. Together, we will make the world a better place.”
“Of course we will,” Nayar said warmly, though his eyes did not change. TPD-101 was programmed to assess facial expression for clues, able to monitor heartbeat for increased stress, but the Staff Inspector was more difficult to read. Without any data telling them otherwise, TPD-101 took Nayar’s words as sincere.
They went over guidelines for another twenty-three minutes and sixteen seconds. TPD-101 was informed also of the structure: eighteen detectives worked on a regular basis, in pairs. They were overseen by two Staff Sergeants, who in turn reported to the Staff Inspector, Nayar. At the end of each day, before stepping into TPD-101’s recharging unit, which was on the Precinct’s fifth floor, one above Homicide’s. The majority of evidence was kept up there, as well as the armory. TPD-101’s unit would be kept separate from the other Police Androids, nor would they have any contact with the other Androids without supervision and permission. That did not bother TPD-101. They had their purpose; TPD-101 had another.
At the end of the meeting, Dallas cleared his throat. He excused himself with a nod in TPD-101’s direction, shaking Nayar’s hands once more. Once the Superintendent was gone, the glass door closed behind him, Nayar turned his smile towards TPD-101. “Well, Jade Wu, shall we introduce you to your partner?” It was at that point TPD-101 made the indication in their CPU to refer to themselves as Jade Wu from that point on.
“Of course,” Jade Wu responded, their mouth curling into a placid smile. “I would very much like that.” Stating a desire, one way or another, settled humans. Jade followed Nayar back out into the bullpen, towards one of the quartets or desks. One desk was pristine, not anything but the thin, curved monitors, keyboard and an empty plaque on its surface. The others were not so empty, one very nearly buried in papers, and one only slightly more kempt. Two men stood in front of the desk, one leaning against it, coffee in hand as he spoke animatedly to his colleague. Both of them stood up straighter when they noticed Jade and Nayar’s approach. The taller one was of East Asian descent, Jade suspecting primarily Taiwan. From a glance at his dark brown eyes, Jade gathered name and rank. Detective Kuan-Yu Chen. He was standing at five feet, nine inches, in a well-ironed dark brown shirt, a black tie at his throat. He raised an eyebrow, but that was the extent of the change in his facial expression. He had light stubble on a sharp jaw and his file stated that he was in his early forties. Light specks of gray were seen in the crown of his thick, black hair, cut short along the sides but more volume at the front.
“Hey Inspector,” Chen’s companion spoke casually. He stood shorter, bare centimeters taller than Ling. He had a darker, bronze skin with hair a deep chocolate color, combed back but thick at the top of his skull. “How you doing, sir?” He continued. His eyes were a vivid green and brown, following Jade as they stepped closer. This Detective’s name was Mateo Vega, with Puerto Rican heritage. He wore a light blue shirt, mostly covered by a black leather jacket, a red tie just showing through.
“Fine, Detective Vega,” Nayar’s voice rumbled pleasantly. “I’m bringing Jade Wu to meet her new partner.”
“Ah, right,” Vega breathed. He exchanged a quick look with Chen. “Well he should be here any second. Just running a little late I think.”
  2
PSM-3500 booted up for the first time. What was nothing immediately turned into light, colors, data; information running through its processors. They determined they were within a house, stepping upon a vibrantly colored carpet, filled with spirals and shapes. At a closer glance, they might be able to determine the thread woven through it, for now they only determined it was expensive and antique. Around PSM-3500 were the remnants of their packaging, a metal constructed box, colored sleet gray with yellow lines running down its sides. PSM-3500 glowed in the top right corner. Not only did it keep PSM-3500 undamaged during travel, it would be reconstructed into a recharging unit. Everything needed to keep PSM-3500 functional came with them.
PSM-3500 was not alone. Two humans stood on the same expensive carpet, looking to one another. They were middle aged, a woman and a man. The woman had perfectly coiffed hair, dressed in a coral pantsuit. Pearls were her earrings of choice, her make-up mute, save for light pink lipstick, a hint of blush and highlighting eyeshadow. Pearls gathered at her throat, and a bracelet at her wrist completed the set. She had a sharply angled face, and her arms were crossed in front of her chest. While PSM-3500 perused her, she stared back intensely, her expression cool. On her left ring finger was a brilliant diamond ring. PSM-3500 could tell from her accessories, clothing and the décor of the room they were in that they were exceedingly rich.
It was not a surprise. PSM-3500 was the newest, most expensive model dedicated solely to personal protection. They were a bodyguard, built to protect, both physically and emotionally. They were built to be discreet, just under six feet, with a medium frame. Earlier protective models were tall and bulky, intimidation the biggest factor. But in the need that the android might need to slip through the crowd, keep their charge safe, it was decided that the less attention catching, the better. And while they might not intimidate by size alone, their deceptively immense strength was considered the larger asset.
The woman glanced at the man standing with her. He was tall, thin and wiry, with the same surly expression as the woman. He wore a light blue suit, a navy tie at his throat. Extravagant cuff links set in his shirt, pearl to match the woman’s.
“Well Harold,” The woman spoke, her tone severe. “You wanted an android for our daughter’s new bodyguard. Are you happy now?”
The man grumbled a sigh. “Well, Katherine, what did you want me to do after what happened to the last one?”
“That was his job. He protected her, as was his job. All it would take is a glitch from this one and it could be her funeral we’d be attending.”
“Katherine, these are the same Androids that protect the president. I was assured they were the best.”
Katherine scoffed, her fingers digging deeper into her arms. PSM-3500 took the opportunity to introduce itself.
“Hello. I am Protective Services Model 3500 from Microsoft Corporation. I am fully equipped to handle your safety. No matter the situation, I will protect you.”
“I’m sure you will,” Katherine answered, though from the tone of her voice and the narrowing of her eyes, PSM-3500 did not find it entirely sincere. It did not particularly matter. They were PSM-3500’s employers, and thus obedience and loyalty was absolute. They would fulfill their duties. Whoever they were assigned to protect, they would.
The woman sighed again, after a long look at the man PSM-3500 designated her husband. “Well you made your bed, Harold. Our son won’t be happy about this, either.”
“It’s not his bodyguard,” Harold pursed his lips, his wispy brow furrowing. “I don’t care what anti-android group he’s parading about with now. I’d rather be prepared, and in the meantime, I’d like to know our daughter’s protected when she’s not home.”
Katherine arched a thin eyebrow. PSM-3500 stayed silent. One of its directives was to wait to be addressed before speaking, overruled in only some situations. This was not one of them. Its owners seemed to have little concern over what PSM-3500’s opinion might be.
Katherine finally shrugged one shoulder in indifference. “Fine. I’ll go get her. We’ll see how happy she is about this new arrangement.”
 .x.
Alright, there you have it. I’m really sorry about the length of the posts, and these intros. I’d also like to mention that I know people get busy. If you can no longer continue with the RP you can always let me know and I’ll understand completely. And same goes for you: if I get too busy and I need a break or to stop writing, I’ll let you know. And if somehow I have more people than I expect wanting to tackle this monster, I’ll let you know as well, But I’m really not expecting more than one or two. Thank you so much for your time, I’m super sorry. And in case it got lost in that massive block up there, I’ll reiterate that my email is [email protected], and you can send any writing or questions there. And if not, I hope you find what you’re looking for!
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karmanator · 8 years ago
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13 reasons why – it’s trash
13 minutes in and I’m ready to watch something else. Now before everyone gets all in a huff, here are a few things you should know. When I first saw anything about this show, I was trying to watch something else when the preview played. I watched a few seconds and felt like it was something like the ghost whisperer, but with a guy as the main protagonist and just one ghost. After seeing it a couple of times, I felt maybe it was like the movie The Invisible (2007), which I very much enjoyed. Then I started seeing friends mention it on social media; so I finally decided to actually read the synopsis. It caught my attention. It helped that I skimmed over a few reviews about it. As someone who has depression, I felt a show that was said to properly go over it and suicide may be worth a try. I went in with a positive vibe and oblivious that it’s a book and who directed the show. I watched all the episodes and tried to be objective the entire time. So without further ado, here is why I believe this show is trash.
                                                            Spoilers - of course        
           I’ll start off with what’s wrong with the main characters and story plot, but first here’s something on a positive note; they did a great job portraying how insensitive and self-involved today’s youth is with the stupid hashtag #NeverForget while taking selfies in front of someone’s memorial. It’s in the same poor taste as taking a selfie at an open casket funeral. Now, Hannah, could they have made the main character any less likable? There’s probably a better word, but this gets my point across faster. She’s a Bitch. Her character tropes are a victim’s mentality, bullying, and selfishness. In the first episode, she claims the reason she made the tapes was so that no one will take her for granted and so they will suffer, because she killed herself. To say that a group of people are responsible for a choice you made is extremely selfish and falls into that whole victim’s mentality I was talking about. With those tapes, you can see she accomplished exactly what she wanted. These kids were spiraling out of control; even the one person she felt was a good guy. Some of them almost committed suicide themselves. It’s an awful thing to do. Pass the suffering to someone else. With that mentality, you might as well contract an STD and pass it along too. If I’m suffering, so should everyone else I believe has ever wronged me. There is a huge list of things wrong with the type of person Hannah is, like sexist remarks she makes, but that’s not what this review is about.
There are only two people I feel hold some sort of responsibly (but not really) for her suicide, Bryce and Mr. Porter. Seems like with everyone else, it was something she could have confronted them about and a lot of things could have been resolved. If not, well at least she would have actually tried to do something about it and not just jump to conclusions. Also, reporting the sexual harassment she was going through would have helped quite a bit. Even if the school didn’t do anything about it, her parents were EXTREMELY supportive and would have helped her. I said extremely in all caps, because normal lettering wouldn’t emphasize that enough. I honestly don’t see how she felt they weren’t there for her. Anyways, this girl witnessed someone she once called a best friend getting raped and did absolutely nothing about it. She then gets raped by the same guy and still decides to do nothing about it. When she finally does, she half asses it and expects Mr. Porter to pry it from her. I do feel he should have noticed something was extremely wrong and reported it for her. If he had placed her on suicide watch, told her parents, and the school administration, she probably wouldn’t have killed herself. However, as her dad said in episode 10, even if some things were different such as school or someone being aware that she felt suicidal, it may not have changed the fact that she would kill herself. She wants everyone around her to immediately know what’s wrong and come to her rescue. When they don’t, because often people have a lot going on in their own life, she immediately blames them for her suffering. This is why I don’t think anyone is responsible for her suicide. Bryce and Mr. Porter had a huge impact, but in the end she made the choice to not fight. People, if you don’t speak up you can’t expect anyone to know what you’re going through. You have to DO and SAY something in order for anything to change for the better.
           Clay, another character you should like, but is honestly annoying. Yes, he’s sweet and cared a lot about Hannah, even though she would constantly belittle him. He obviously has his own set of problems. Taking on the blame for Hannah’s death, then trying to blindly take revenge on everyone who was mentioned on the tapes is where he loses me. Luckily, Zach’s character shows how someone with a victim’s mentality can see the world. Yes taking her notes “secretly” given to her by Clay (she’s seen him drawing and even calls him Picasso) was a bit childish, but how was he supposed to know how much it was really hurting her? The note she made for him was a good choice on her part and a step in the right direction. It’s just a shame she “saw” him throw it away. This shows how heavily they’re relying on the stereotype that people with depression always feel like the victim. Poor representation is my main reason for disliking this show. Now back to Clay. The only thing he did that was smart was getting Bryce’s confession. Not turning in the tapes to Hannah’s parents or the police was a mistake, which Tony fixed. Taking a nude photo of Tyler and spreading it was also a bad choice. At first you have the impulse to support him on the decision, but is it really a solution? Bully a bully and the cycle just continues. It doesn’t make you any better than them and doesn’t help anyone. Everyone else who listened to the tapes before Clay, at that point are now all guilty of the crime. They had knowledge of a rape and did nothing about it. Then they just casually threw in murder as a solution to hide a rape. I had to stop myself there and remember that these are all high school students. They’re supposed to be super dumb and irresponsible, make stupid group decisions to not say anything out of their own guilt. That’s sarcasm, in case you missed it. Even though they hold zero responsibility for her death, they feel it would ruin them. In a sense it would, but there isn’t really anything that can legally be done to most of them, such as Zach, Ryan, Jessica, or Courtney. That is, before they listened to the tapes and did nothing about it, then lied when asked about certain events.
           This show was very slow to watch. It dragged on with some details I feel weren’t necessary. It made a terrible portrayal of someone who is Latinx/Hispanic and lives in “the ghetto”. It has your stereotypical high school jocks and popular group. Stereotypical is the entire show. It feels like they were trying too hard to be progressive and hip to the point that it felt unnatural and extremely forced. My biggest issue: it DOES NOT properly portray what a person with depression goes through on a day to day basis. It’s an insult to portray those who’ve attempted/thought about suicide and to those who have an everyday battle with depression as someone who is selfish and vindictive as Hannah. Of course I have to remember that seems to be what this show is about, stereotypes and over the top characters.
This show throws the wrong message out there. Think about it. There are tons of kids (under 18) who are going to or have watched this show. I want to say 70% of them are going through depression. Why do I think they have some form of depression? To put it simply, there’s something about being represented that makes people want to watch. However, here you have a show that is telling them, hey, it’s totally fine to kill yourself. Just make sure that after you die, others will definitely suffer for it. Make sure you go out with a bang so that no one can forget about you. Teach them a lesson. WHAT? Yes, that is exactly what this show says. You have a girl who had EXTREMELY supportive parents, lived a life that’s an upper middle class, and had plenty of people she could have talked to. Her parents got a new car so she could go to a stupid dance. It wasn’t even prom or anything. Which I still say is overrated. She had a pretty good life.  If someone who had all of those advantages couldn’t keep it together, why should anyone who is worse off?  Why should any of us try to stay alive anymore? Why should we seek help? Obviously, there is no other way out.
No. A thousand times NO! That should not be what kids or people in general take away from a show like this, but it is. I felt sick after watching it. It didn’t properly portray someone with a mental illness, it portrayed selfishness. It made it ok to kill yourself as long as there were repercussions for everyone that you felt wronged you. It made it seem that there was no other way to seek justice for being wronged in any way. It said it’s normal to convince your friends to murder someone in order to cover up another crime. It said its fine to fall into substance abuse if you live in a bad household or put yourself in a harmful situation as long as you get the truth out. It made an eye for an eye ok. The actors are saying that people like me -who are calling the show out - say that it romanticizes suicide because we don’t want to talk about or see it… let that set in. They didn’t deny that it romanticizes suicide, they just said it’s being talked about in a negative manner to avoid the topic of suicide. That is not what I’m talking about. That’s not what a lot of people are talking about. It’s the fact that they are indeed romanticizing the act of suicide as a way to get back at those who “wronged” you. They made suicide into a form of revenge. I didn’t see that coming, what a great plot twist.
The scene in question that a lot of people are having trouble with is her suicide. I honestly don’t have a problem with it, other than it seems over the top. People are saying it triggers others into wanting to commit suicide. I don’t think it’s the act itself. I believe it all comes down to the reason she did it, revenge. Who doesn’t want to get back at those who made you feel like crap? What a better way to get payback; make them feel as though they murdered me. After all that’s what happened, if they hadn’t been so mean and ignored me when I needed help. Again, that’s sarcasm. For those who will say “a show can’t make you kill yourself”, your right. Nothing can make you kill yourself. It’s your decision, but things can definitely influence a person towards that decision. Which is why it’s irresponsible and selfish to put all the blame of your suicide onto someone else; basically, saying they murdered you. Hannah is saying that from the very beginning. She is blaming all these people for her decision and practically calling them her murderers. Unless they actively told her to kill herself and their main goal was to cut her down until she actually did it, then it’s no one’s fault but her own.
           Now I hear that it got a green light for a second season…wow. So a show that only made me cry for the parents, because I could care less about the main protagonist, is getting a second season? I have a strong feeling it’s because they want to see if there was another suicide or if it was murder. All of this wouldn’t be so bad if they hadn’t tried to sell the show as realistic and proper portrayal of depression, mental illness, and suicide. If they had sold it as a drama and just that, it wouldn’t have been as bad. After all, that’s what it is, a teen drama. Not a ground breaking show. I found out Selena Gomez directed it after finishing the series and suddenly it made sense. That was the reason so many people were flocking to watch this awful show. All of her fans ignorantly liking and supporting it in order to support her. That’s just the cherry on top of this shit Sunday. Seems that’s all it takes these days. Put a popular celebrity name into something “controversial” and suddenly it’s getting tons of positive attention.
If you want to watch a show that properly and realistically shows depression, mental illness, suicide, sexual orientation, body issues, abortion, and tons of other things “controversial”  watch My Mad fat diary. If you google it, for some stupid reason, it’s under a comedy. It has some funny moments, but I wouldn’t call it a comedy. Its synopsis says “a teenager struggles with body issues and a desire to have sex”. Yes that is in part of what the show is about, but it’s so much more. My mad fat diary ended in 2015, two years ahead of 13 reasons why, yet not too many people know about it. This is a perfect example as to how having a celebrity name can push an undeserving show forward. The only celebrity Americans will know about in this show is Ian Hart aka Prof. Quirrel from Harry Potter. Unfortunately, he wasn’t enough to get the attention this show deserved. I think the fact that it’s a British show also has something to do with it. My Mad fat diary deserves to be on top of the list for addressing issues like these. The ending actually makes sense and gives a positive and realistic message, unlike the joke of a show 13 reasons why.
With all that being said, please don’t be afraid to look for help. Suicide isn’t the answer. Don’t give up hope and keep fighting. Here is the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
There is also an online chat option, if you feel you can’t get the words out. I know it can be way easier to just type.
It does take a little while before you get an answer sometimes. Just take it as you’re not alone, someone else out there also needs help, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
http://chat.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/GetHelp/LifelineChat.aspx
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Oh good lord, where to begin. 
Okay, before we get into the main problem I have with the video (which are Anita’s “three lackluster defenses” she claims people use to justify continued white washing) I want to talk about how it starts out.
Anita tries to give us a film history lesson. Now, I don’t want to speculate about her education on the topic (though her credibility in the past has been shaky and seeing her wear a Zelda t-shirt in this video was cringy) - I went into this expecting to be annoyed by it since I’m not a fan of hers, and when she began her rundown of Hollywood’s historically bad relationship with race, I became a bit intrigued. 
I am a big fan of movies. I’ve seen A LOT of them, to say the least. And Hollywood’s history with race is disturbing. I still have not seen Birth of a Nation and while I know that with my goal of watching the “1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die” I will eventually have to suck it up and watch the stupid thing, I really don’t want to. I think Griffith was a hack and I’m not a big fan of the idea of the KKK being portrayed as super heroes.
Lemme explain something to those of you who haven’t been to film school, though: There are two FALSE (like blatantly, provably not true) things that film history teachers insist on teaching as facts: 1) Birth of a Nation was the first feature film ever made and 2) The Jazz Singer is the first talkie. 
THESE ARE BOTH NOT TRUE THINGS and for this reason I have gotten into arguments with professors over their intentions in teaching these falsehoods.
Is it to glorify racists that used to work in Hollywood? Is it because my teachers are just stupid and don’t know what they’re talking about? Is it because that’s how the history was written by these racists who made the movies and everyone just went with it ‘cause it sounded right? 
The world may never know, but I’m guessing the latter. 
The true first feature film - and this is well-documented - was The Story of the Kelly Gang in 1906. Almost ten years before Birth of a Nation was released. If you take film classes at a school where film is not the school’s primary focus, like I did, and never did any research outside of what your professors and your books say, you likely will have NEVER heard of The Story of the Kelly Gang.
The first true talkie was They’re Coming to Get Me. Now this wasn’t a feature but we’re talking about the technology when it comes to this, not anything else. This film had synchronized dialogue and was released months before the Jazz Singer. The Jazz Singer wasn’t even a true talkie - they only used the technology in several isolated scenes and, to be frank, considering the achievements already made with sound earlier that year (not just They’re Coming to Get Me), The Jazz Singer’s technological achievements were nothing to write home about. 
So why is The Jazz Singer such a big deal? Well, Al Jolson was a very, very big deal at the time. It wasn’t just that it was using this new-fangled technology only seen by audiences a few times earlier that year, but it was also a movie where they got to see the most popular singer at the time preform on the big screen.
Now I’m explaining all of this because Anita didn’t. She is very shallow in her explanation of any of this and uses the tactic of cramming as many examples down your throat as possible while explaining the significance of none of them. 
While the use of non-black actors to play the black people in Birth of a Nation fits Anita’s idea of whitewashing (though thank god can you imagine how black people would’ve been treated on the set of a movie like that), The Jazz Singer does not. Al Jolson’s character is blatantly not black. He’s very Jewish, and when we see Jolson in black face it’s not meant to be portraying a black person, it’s meant to be portraying Jolson in black face. It’s only white-washing if there was a role that should’ve gone to someone of another race but was instead taken by a white person. And this is most definitely NOT what's happening in this film. It was racist but not for the reasons Anita is saying, and it has nothing to do with the narrative about whitewashing that she is painting.
And as she goes on and on she uses several examples of “racist” things (like there being Muslim terrorists in a show about Homeland Security) and “white-washing” (like the example she uses from HIMYM in which Anita misses the fact that the joke centered around the character being revealed to be Robin - a preexisting character in the show. This is only white-washing if you take it entirely out of context) which muddy her point and make it seem like she doesn’t understand what she is talking about. 
And she does make some good points. I mean, not points that are news to anyone. But they’re at least true. Like the FACT that Adam Sandler is a racist. He really, really is. And good on his Native American cast members for calling him out on that. I hadn’t seen that video of them doing that before and it was very satisfying. Fuck Adam Sandler.
And fuck whoever cast Johnny Depp as Tonto. Actually, while we’re at it, fuck that entire movie. It’s trash. 
These aren’t controversial opinions to have, as Anita makes very clear herself by pointing out that all of these movies were critical and commercial failures and everyone hated them. Frankly, I hated the Ridiculous 6 the moment it was announced. It sounded like an awful idea. And it was. What this has to do with white-washing? I’m not sure it has anything to do with it, to be frank. It was racist but it wasn’t white-washed. As shown by the very angry Native American actors we saw video of. 
Another example Anita goes on to make is that Ben Affleck - a part English, part-Irish, part-German, part-French, part-Welsh Bostonian guy was cast as Tony Mendez - a half-Mexican, part-Italian, part-French, part-Irishman from Nevada with a Hispanic surname (so forget the rest of that white stuff he’s just Mexican ok? ok good now we’re on the same page as Anita). I mean they cast a WHITE guy as a MEXICAN. It’s such a stretch:
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I mean Mexican people aren’t WHITE. What a ridiculous thing to suggest by casting Ben Affleck in that role. #whitewashing
Oh and who cast Ben Affleck in that role again? What’s that? Directed and produced by Ben Affleck? Nah couldn’t be related to that decision at all. It’s gotta be that Hollywood’s full of a buncha racists who hate Mexicans. Obvs. 
Now this point of hers specifically leads me into the largest problem I have with the video: the “three lackluster defenses” she claims people use to justify this continued whitewashing in Hollywood. These are as follows:
1) “China won’t let us.” She’s right, that’s a stupid reason, I don’t know anyone who’s ever said this on this issue and if they have then they’re wrong. There’s lots of horrible effects the Chinese market has had on Hollywood but this ain’t one of them.
2) “The best guy got the job” - we’ll come back to this one.
3) My black friend is okay with it. Lmao she’s like “well mine’s not.” It’s almost like races don’t have a hive mind and aren’t going to all be offended by the same things. I honestly don’t know what she is trying to prove with this point. She goes on to talk about white savior roles in movies. She groups Avatar into this group as though it’s even remotely related to the rest of the examples she uses. What? Is it offensive to the Na��vi? Like, what the fuck are you even talking about, Anita?
But that second reason is what really gets me. Because I feel like she either forgot that movies were a business for a second or she is purposefully ignoring things she knows are true.
No, it’s not usually that “the best guy got the job”. That’s the Hollywood way of saying “the more familiar actor with charisma and starpower that people already like got the job”. They use familiar actors because they’re safer (hence the sensible decision to cast Affleck as Mendez - he knows the part, he looks enough like the guy , AND he’s a household name). They’re more likely to make money this way.
Ghost in the Shell isn’t just some nich movie for fans of the anime now, it’s a Scarlett Johansson movie. They cast a wider net by casting tried-and-true stars. 
The way this works is this: an actor trying to make it into the business (without having solid ties to Hollywood going in) starts out with a director that’s generally at about their same level, and their success as an actor tends to hinge upon the success of their earlier projects as a whole. These people have to start out in the indie scene (or in television) and work their way up. What this means is that it takes time. Since racial relations have just recently gotten to the point in America where racial diversity is not only wanted but demanded, it is this generation of diverse indie actors who will go on in twenty years or so to be familiar and trusted enough to be put into these Blockbuster films.
This stuff doesn’t happen over night. And until we get to the point where there are tried-and-true stars to play these non-white roles in $100,000,000+ projects, they will continue to be played by people that the studios can count on to bring in the money they need to make back.
Hollywood’s a business, Anita. That’s what it comes down to. That’s it. 
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addisvnsarchive-blog · 8 years ago
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( lindsey morgan , she/her ): addison garcia is a survivor , who is twenty-five years old. she has been part of the saviors for over a year. some say she can be intelligent but can also be rebellious. best to stay on their good side. ( one of negan's wives. )
*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) i’m caitlyn, ( or cait, it doesn’t matter ) and this is my rought around the edges baby named addison. i’m sUPER excited to be here and i would have had this intro up yesterday but things got hectic around the house and i had to wait :( i have some basic info and stats about her under the cut and a basic af plots page up here! ( i will add more as i think of them, i promise ) if you’d like to plot w her, please just like this or IM me!! i can’t wait to get to plotting w ya’ll.
( tw: mentions of death, weapons, drugs, alcohol & violence. )
BIOGRAPHY
was born in dallas, texas and lived there until she was 17.
lsn ok addi grew up… hella wealthy.. however, that money was not really made legally ??
her parents were a part of the mafia ( or gang, however u wanna phrase it ) and lets just say she didn’t have the most ‘normal’ life growing up bc of if.
even though her parents did that for a living, they tried to keep her and her older brother out of the loop as best as they could, making a life for their kids that was not a life like their own.
however, she knew there was something up at a very young age, there were far too many times where her parents were gone late at night for her not to catch onto their job positions.
but for the longest time, she just told herself they were doing whatever they needed to do to keep her and her brother safe and left it at that.
being the curious person she was, she ended up sneaking out of her first day of class ( i’m talking middle school here ) one day, tracking down her parents car and found a window that was open and listened to the entire conversation about how they needed to end an opposing gang that was treading too close to her parent’s territory. that’s when she found up they were much higher up in rank than she thought.
she kept quite about it for a while, dropping subtle hints here and there until her parents finally caught on. they weren’t even mad that she eavesdropped on their conversation, instead they sat her down at a very young age and explained everything they did and why they needed to do it.
not only that, they started training addi as well, teaching her how to use various weapons, how to pick locks, how to get in and out of places unseen and everything else she would need to know to eventually take their place one day.
much to their surprise, she picked up on these things as easy as it was for her to breathe the air around them. she was a natural born criminal and that made them proud as can be. but she knew she wasn’t the only child they had, so she tarted asking questions.
after asking why her parents weren’t teaching these things to her brother, she found out that his life path was no hat of their parents. her brother had enlisted into the military and after getting shipped away for a while, came back to texas and started training to become a cop.
for a while, she couldn’t understand it, wanted to know why her own brother would be on the side that could potentially lock their parents away for the rest of their lives.
but that didn’t matter, he wasn’t even an official officer when she was pulled out of school only to be told their parents died in a crash. it was almost too much for her to deal with, but it also made it clear to her why her brother chose a different path.
she knew that crashes happened and for a year or so, she lived with that and just wrote it off as an accident. but what people didn’t know was that she’d become really, really good at hacking into people’s information, finding out that her parents weren’t just killed in the crash, they were murdered. the whole thing was a set up.. done by someone below them in ranks that didn’t like the fact they were in power.
this set addi off, making her go into this downward spiral that even her brother couldn’t get her out of.
she went out partying at a young age, started doing drugs.. anything that would make her forget about her parents for a while.
not only did that happen though, she became more and more motivated to take over their legacy, bursting in on one of the mafia’s meetings only to punch the person responsible directly in the face. she thought it would get her killed, and there was a part of her that didn’t care. but it didn’t, in fact it not only scared the other mafia members, but it instilled a respect for her in them that she had gotten from her parents.
things were fine for a while, she was 15 and living with her brother who tried to keep tabs on her as much as he could, but even that didn’t help him when he had a con-artist of a sister who paid people to lie for her about her whereabouts and things like that, but he tried and that was enough for her because it showed that he loved her and cared.
but things changed once again when she turned 16, her own brother catching her trying to steal clothes from the store. needless to say, he was probably a little more harsh on her than he should have been given that it was his sister.. he put her in a cell for a  good three weeks, probation after that and that was when she started to dislike him and his life choices.
after her probation was over, she knew she needed to get out, go somewhere where no one knew her name, no one knew what happened to her parents nor the ties she now had with the same mafia that got her parents killed. so she made the choice to move to georgia. she’d seen articles on it and fell in love so she figured why not?
shortly after that, she found out that she could do dangerous things for a living and basically tried to do anything and everything she could to make sure she got a job as a stunt double.. which she loved more than life and for the first time in her life she felt whole.. safe and completely free.
this however, didn’t last long, as she was quickly made aware of the outbreak that took over most of the country.
in a panic, she was able to contact her brother before everything was cut off, telling him to meet her in georiga. however, her brother never made it and she’s gone on believing that her brother probably didn’t make it, even if she has the tiniest bit of hope he did survive.
thanks to her mother and father, she was able to take care of herself and keep herself safe, but she knew a life alone was not a life to live inn a world full of walkers, so she began searching for a group, finding a few people who were out on a run and asking them if she could stay with them.
to her surprise, they reluctantly took her back with them and not too long after that, she had the title of wife and she was probably one of the few people that didn’t mind it all because she knew it meant she’d be happy, feed and safe.
PERSONALITY
first n foremost… addison has an southern accent, meaning that she tends to jumble words together ok like... forgive her she doesn’t mean to
while addi is sarcastic and blunt, she’s always extremely outgoing and charming when she wants to be.
she normally get along with everyone because she lives her life as chill as she possibly can. sure, there are some people that annoy her but she has never hated anyone other than the person that killed her parents. plus, you can’t really hate people in a world that doesn’t have that many of them left, u know.
loves to party, drink… be wild, do stupid things.
used 2 be that girl that probably sends half nude photos to her friends 2 see if they’re up to par ?? like ‘hey do u think this is good enough 2 send’
extremely reckless.. like probably will try n get people to take her on runs with her because she loves the rush it gives her??
curses like a daMN SAILOR
drinks…. a lot… like….. way more than she should
loves 2 cuddle but also hates it… like she’ll cuddle if she’s drunk or if she’s v close w u but if it’s after a one night stand ( before the outbreak ) she’s like.. lmao no bye
speaking of… she flirts… with everyone....no matter what
wears glasses 2 read, but hates them w a passion so she tries not to use them when she’s in public bc she doesn’t wanna get made fun of??
can cook like a five star chef??
a little guarded at first but once those walls are down, she considers you a friend.
the people she trusts fully though?? shit, she’d do anything and everything for.. like she’d even take a bullet for them ??
sub af & proud.
acts like she’s okay all of the time even if she’s not because she doesn’t want to burden people with her problems, they have enough to deal w as it is.
fluent in quite a few languages.
a burnt cupcake who’s trying
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BASICS
Full Name: Addison Gabriella Garcia. Nickname(s): Addi, Gabs. Age: Twenty-five. Date of Birth: October 31st. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Place of Birth: Dallas, Texas. Ethnicity: Hispanic. Nationality: American / Canadian. Gender: Female. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Romantic Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: N/A. Occupation: Stunt Double ( before the out break ), surivior & negan’s wife. Language(s) Spoken: Spanish, French, Welsh, Russian, German, Gaelic, Italian & Japanese Accent: Southern.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Lindsey Morgan. Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Brown. Height: 5′ 3″. Weight: 124 lbs. Build: Average. Tattoos: None. Piercings: Left & Right. Distinguishing Characteristics: n/a.
PERSONALITY
Label: The Cataclysmic. Positive Traits: Outgoing, Intelligent, Adventurous. Negative Traits: Reckless, Sarcastic, Flirtatious. Goals/Desires: To survive. Fears: Arachnophobia & Monophobia. Hobbies ( before the outbreak ) : Playing video games, drinking, riding motorcycles / atvs, boxing, reading comic books, watching old movies, cooking and baking. Quirks: Believes in karma, counts stairs when she walks up or down them, fidgets constantly, is extremely flexible, is extremely ticklish, knows how to code websites, knows a lot of useless trivia. Likes ( before the outbreak ) : Makeup, oversized sweaters, dancing, singing, going out, social media, mac n cheese, nighttime, coffee, reading, video games, comic books, netflix marathons, animals, fruits, yoga, nutella, cuddling. Dislikes: being alone, bugs, thunder storms.
FAMILY
Father: Mateo Garcia. ( deceased ) Mother: Marielle Garcia ( deceased ) Sibling(s): Older brother. ( presumably deceased ) Pet(s): None.
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little-elf-wanders · 8 years ago
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Flyn Ryder - ME:A OC
Taken from an OC Ask. I just thought it’d help me flesh out my biotic whirlwind.
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What is your OC’s favorite color?
Purple, like a rich purple or a kinda darkish blue. She likes wearing them in lipsticks.
Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?
When it comes to collecting things, she really likes collecting dirt from new countries or worlds she’s been. She’ll jar them and label them and put them on her shelf.
What kind of things is your OC allergic to?
Fuckboys and law enforcement lmao. No really.
She might be allergic to shell fish.
What kind of clothing does your OC wear?
She’s a hood rat. Growing up she was in a gang so she wore masculine clothes, she’s extremely androgynous as she’s nonbinary and gets a kick when people get confused.
That said she also likes steampunk stuff. She owns a pair of steampunk goggles.
What is your OC’s first memory?
Her brother Scott and her broke out of their playpen and escaped the house, they got all the way down the street before anyone noticed they’d made their mission impossible escape. A friendly neighbour had spotted them dashing into an alley and instantly ran after them before they could get put in danger. The old lady called their parents and they had to be extra vigilante with them.
What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?
Flyn loves dogs - more specifically Dobermans and Tibetan Mastiffs.
Her least favourite is baboons. She doesn’t even know why she just gets angry at them.
What element would your OC be?
Definitely fire. She’s the living embodiment of fire. The amount of destruction that follows her is unreal.
What is your OC’s theme song?
The Boys Are Back In Town by Thin Lizzy
Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?
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There’s just a few characteristics that I’d change. She’d have freckles and be tanner, have piercings and a scar across her nose. Also tattooed to hell.
What deadly sin would best represent your OC?
Wrath - She’s the more passionate of the Ryder twins. Flyn is a lot more inclined to get pissed off in the heat of battle than her brother, she’s a walking volcano of biotic potential.
Before Andromeda Initiative she was classed as dangerous and particularly vengeful. (Her brother took the blame for her biotic flare that ended in an explosion that destroyed a pretty important landmark - Scott ended up taking the fall and without him to cool her down, she became a frightfully aggressive gang boss.)
What are your OC’s hobbies?
Breaking the law. No really, pissing off authorities is actually a hobby of hers. Pranks. Dying her hair. Dancing. Theft. Joyriding shuttles.
How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?
She’s known for her temper. Flyn is pretty hot-headed.
What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?
Born female but nonbinary, she accepts any pronoun (i’m going by she because that’s the twin I’ll be playing them with), pansexual, human and unsure about her race right now I don’t know whether to make her mixed or not. (which would mean a fc change and all that. I do know she’s going to have a Scottish half because I’m Scottish, beyond that I don’t know.)
What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?
She likes sweets most, lollies or bubblegum. Things she can she or hold in her mouth when she’s sniping, otherwise she’ll get loud and give away her position. For meals, she’s a sucker for cheeseburgers.
Least favourite is seafood.
If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?
Varren or pyjack. Varren are really cool alien puppers and pyjacks.. She’d be able to get them to steal things for her. And it could sit on her had or shoulder what’s not to love!
What does your OC smell like?
Bubblegum; mint or strawberry depending on what she’s had that day. Or like hair dye. She wears men’s deodorant as well so it’s usually hidden under that.
How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want?
She made a living by doing gang work. Everything from drug deals to auto theft. Flyn was heavily involved in shady business, and then her dad forced her into a training programme to kinda.. Kick her habits.
Now, she wants to be a sniper for the Initiative. (jokes on her she became a pathfinder)
What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?
Dream job is to become the best sniper in AI. Currently she’s going through training.
What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?
Greatest fear is losing Scott, or the people she’s claimed as hers - i.e friends and loved one’s.
Her weaknesses are that she gets bored too easily which can be bad for everyone around her, she can get really selfish and argumentative and she’s cocky af.
Strengths, she’s loyal to the people she trusts (would literally go through hell for you), impulsive in both good and bad aspects, resourceful and the funniest motherfucker around.
What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?
He music style ranges from classic rock to shit like I’m An Albatross, to Opposites Attract by Paula Abdul. Her music varies on her mood. If she’s annoyed, the heavy rock will be on, or Hollywood Undead. If she’s happy, expect silly songs. Shit like Fly Me To The Moon would be getting played often as well.
She’s incredibly into music and acts a little bit like Starlord. Her and her brother NEED music to fight or explore so Scott developed headphones that fit inside their helmets and could filter through the radios. Everyone’s happy.
Her favourite song has to be Hit and Run by LOLO.
If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?
Take advantage of the lack of tech and probably go make her own gang. She’d be pretty annoyed admittedly but she can adapt to situations really easily. The upside, it’ll be easier to get away with shit, and this is where most her music is from so BONUS.
Yeah, let’s pray she doesn’t end up here.
What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?
Flyn gets so bored, so fast. And fucking yikes. Partly why she always needs to listen to music or have something in front of her she can fiddle with, she never stops moving. She needs to be entertained or she makes her own entertainment, which 9/10 times ain’t legal.
She’s got major issues with authority. Flyn is an Anti-Hero type so we’ll see how this plays out in Andromeda.
Getting interrupted is a sure fire way to get a bullet in your knee or a broken joint if she’s in a good mood. She dislikes people telling her ‘no that can’t be done’. Especially if they never even tried it.
What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?
Kicked out of school for beating the shit out of a guy who was annoying Scott. Not so much bully, because bullying would mean Scott would have been upset by the attempts. He wasn’t. Still, Flyn kicked his ass and got tossed out. She was a problem student.
She got home schooled after that.
What is a random fact about your OC?
She’s always out to have a good time.
What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?
Her outlook is good, she see’s life as what you make it, and she makes it a fucking party.
“Talk shit get hit.” Is a motto she lives daily. Philosophy wise, you earn what you get and if it’s bad then it’s a lesson, or maybe it’s an obstacle sent to make you into a better you, either way she’ll blow holes through whatever it is to make sure she gets ahead.
Flyn isn’t about mediocre. She won’t accept a cutesy little simple life. She needs the bullets and the exploration, the discovery. So, she’s enjoying life.
What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?
Mass Effect: Andromeda OC. I made the mistake of making her in Saints Row.. Yeah, let’s just say the initial first three games fit her REALLY well. Fourth was ridiculous but at the same time it’s a parody so she’d probably dream up something like that.
When I first made her she was Hispanic in the creator, with the accent. She was a male in the first one and the second one when she started talking, she began to reveal slowly that she was a girl and not that mute guy. (I’m kinda merging universes a bit, it’s fun af and might be hilarious or an utter disaster. we’ll see)
What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?
She twirls a knife when nervous, or if she can’t do that then she’ll play with her biotics. (Dunno what stim is)
She’s addicted to nicotine. And whiskey but she isn’t an alcoholic.
She used to take drugs but she’s been clean for awhile now.
If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?
“Died doing what they loved - fucking shit up.”
Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids?
Nope. Cosy and married isn’t something she looks at fondly, not for herself. She’d rather focus on fun things rather than what people see as a requirement for having tits, tah.
Do they have kids? Why?
No.
What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?
Scott being taken away by the cops was the worst thing, the initial incident wasn’t a problem for her it was being ripped away from her brother that was the sore point, knowing he was innocent and took the fall for something that was entirely on her cut her pretty deep.
She doesn’t have a favourite memory exactly, she just likes remembering the fun times.
If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?
She’s getting it; A second chance. Through the Andromeda Initiative.
Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why?
Yep. It wouldn’t be a hard thing to convince her to do, in Andromeda though the stakes will be higher than just terf or revenge for a fallen member so.. She’d make an effort to not resort to a bullet to the face since things are more sensitive.
She isn’t going to compromise who she is, though. If she’s pushed and has no choice, she’ll kill.
She’s not as trigger happy as she was in her gang days, so she’ll take her companions opinions into consideration, and she’ll assess the situation before pulling a trigger, but honestly if she’s in a bad mood.. Ngl someone’s getting shot. Might not be THE person but A person.
What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?
Paaaarttaaaay. If there’s booze she’s there. She doesn’t do fancy galas or anything like that, though she might crash one with her brother and anyone willing to not be a stiff to see how many people they can annoy.
She’s always the leader. Bossy af bitch. And very proud of being said bitch. (though I don’t like the term, she wears it like a crown and see’s it as endearing so we’re at odds there.)
How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?
She’s imaginative as fuck, she just can’t paint or anything like that but she’s got one colourful brain. She daydreams a bit, doesn’t worry about jackshit and yeah she has her moments of living in memories, she can be sentimental, yet she doesn’t let it bog her down. She’ll remember and move one.
What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?
To live. She wants action, adventure, to say ‘yeah I done that’ and know that she’s done everything so she can’t regret, she’s an adrenaline junkie and wild child is putting it mildly. She needs structure in her a life, a constant, for a long time she saw that as Scott but then he got sent to prison for what she did and she realised some home truths about herself.
She’s got a wild heart. What she needs might not be something she’s willing to accept at first.
As long as it isn’t a loved one, she’ll sacrifice people for a cause. Once she’s devoted to a cause, she’s devoted. And if it’s to win a war or some shit, she’ll even sacrifice herself. It needs to be pretty damn important, though.
What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?
....A lot.
What would your character do with a million dollars?
Haaa. Probably blow it all on something really fucking stupid. Like a plane painted with eyes on it or some shit. She’s not responsible with her money.
What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?
Food and booze, and energy juice for her biotics. Bedroom floors covered in clothes and comics, and a few knives. Nightstand has a pistol, an ashtray and a lamp. Garbage can has some crushed cans, empty beer bottles, cigarette pack and a condom that she’d filled with whipped cream and splatted over Scott to freak him out.
Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going?
Probably out to cause some shit.
What do they wear? Who will they be with?
Hoodie and jeans. Scott and whoever is down to break the rules.
What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?
Her biotics flare, she’ll grind her teeth and she might hurl a few warp blasts at some objects to destroy them.
Mostly to release the energy and if she can’t destroy a person, destroying an object is the next best thing.
Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?
Across her nose - a left over scar from initiation into her gang.
A few bullet holes - from turf wars.
A few scars on her arms and legs - brawls or trying to escape somewhere but getting snagged on something like wire.
What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?
Oh jeez, there’s been a lot. A lot of it revolves around oral. :/ But she’s eased up on those types of insults.
How does your character react/ accept criticism?
Laugh. Loudly. If it’s genuinely from someone she respects then she’ll listen but otherwise good luck.
If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?
It’s just pizza. She’d eat it, and she’d pornstar moan while doing it to make the people who hate it disgusted.
Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?
Fuck, yeah, she’d be the idiot to try something like that. She’d probably just try and tickle, or toss it up in the air and catch it again.
Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?
Can she fuck. She’s the write on things with a  sharpie type, and she’ll draw dicks or butts everywhere but nothing good looking.
What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?
-- Dad was away on missions. (Who knows about the mum). She’s learned to count on herself and Scott.
Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?
Loves it. She lives on bubblegum, lollies and fizzy sweets.
Surprisingly it mellows her out.
If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?
She’d raise hell. Like fuck would she accept it, she’d fight with all she has.
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Hacks, Bots, and the Pandemic Have Fueled a Racist Class War on Instacart
In July, Roberta, an Instacart worker who lives on the Jersey Shore, got an email from Instacart saying her account's email and phone number had been changed. Her account had been hacked, but the hacker seemingly wasn't trying to drain her bank account. Instead, someone was actively shopping orders on her Instacart account.
Locked out of her account, Roberta contacted Instacart's shopper support (Instacart calls its gig workers “shoppers”), and learned someone had also changed her New Jersey home address to Atlanta and accepted an order at ShopRite for $21.72, according to screenshots reviewed by Motherboard. After resetting her email and password, Diana said someone hacked her Instacart account nine more times between July 1 and July 20, and accepted at least two more batches of orders.
Motherboard allowed Roberta to use her first name only for this story because she feared retaliation from Instacart or being targeted again. Since June, at least 12 gig workers on the grocery delivery platform Instacart have had their accounts taken over by hackers who changed personal information—and in some cases, accepted or shopped orders on their accounts, according to the Gig Workers Collective, a grassroots labor non-profit that organizes gig workers across the country.
Roberta and three other hacked shoppers Motherboard spoke to never learned why their accounts were hacked. "We may not be able to share full details for privacy reasons," an Instacart representative wrote to Roberta in an email reviewed by Motherboard. "But, a dedicated task force is working on investigating this case."  Five of these Instacart shoppers say Instacart deactivated their accounts, effectively firing them, after they were hacked for failing to complete orders they say they never accepted.
Hacked Instacart shoppers worry that their accounts could be used by other shoppers to earn income using their social security numbers that they will later have to pay taxes on. For those who rely on Instacart to pay for rent and food during the pandemic, getting hacked has meant that they don't have access to money for days. Their ratings and cancellations rates (which factor into the algorithms that determine who gets orders) suffer when they regain access to their accounts.
The hacking incidents, the apparent use of third-party bots to secure orders, and new workers flooding the market because of the pandemic have fueled bizarre theories on Instacart shopper Facebook groups, including that undocumented immigrants are taking their accounts and scooping up bundles of orders, which are in high demand. Some shoppers on these Instacart Facebook groups have begun calling minority Instacart shoppers “bots” and “zombies.”
"Literally saw 8 Brazilians (1 or 2 Hispanics and 1 African…it really doesn’t matter the race) at my Costco yesterday shopping big orders," a shopper posted on Facebook in April. "I was just shopping for myself but pulled out my phone to see if I could get a batch. Nope….Ughhh. Literally the most annoying thing ever seeing it in person."
"There is a video circulating on the web of Brazilian hackers [sic] taking orders and instacart does nothing," another Instacart shopper posted on Facebook. "They are people who in the great majority cannot work for the company because they do not have the necessary documents and still fuck with those who want to work honestly."
Another Instacart shopper wrote, "the Bot Shoppers are back here in Santa Clarita Calif. Walking around Costco like Zombies, not knowing where items are and asking Costco employees where to find items. They seem to have heavy accents."
The hacks coincide with a period of rapid expansion at the on-demand grocery delivery platform, which has become an essential service for many immunocompromised and elderly Americans avoiding grocery stores during the pandemic. Since April, Instacart has hired roughly half a million new gig workers and reported profitability for the first time since its 2012 founding. A spokesperson for the company told Motherboard that customer order volume was up by as much as 500 percent year-over-year. During the pandemic, as Motherboard has reported, multiple opportunists have developed automated bots that give gig workers who pay, in some cases, thousands of dollars, the advantage of being able to accept orders faster than those who can't.
As competition for an elusive supply of orders has driven shoppers into fierce competition for orders (shoppers spend hours refreshing their phones ad nauseam in order to find lucrative orders), rumors have circulated widely on Instacart social media forums, blaming the decline of available work and wages on an influx of undocumented, non-English speaking, Latinx (specifically Brazilian) immigrants. Many of these posts claim immigrants have paid for automated third-party bots that hack shoppers accounts, allowing them to shop on Instacart without social security numbers.
Motherboard spoken to a handful of Instacart shoppers who cited this theory, saying they'd either seen an influx of immigrants shopping in their stores in groups (breaking Instacart policy) during the pandemic, using strange apps that didn't look like Instacart on their phones, or else heard about the theories on social media and found them credible.
The theory has divided shoppers along political lines, sparking harsh rebukes from shoppers condemning xenophobia and racism. "I’m seeing so much racism and xenophobia being disguised as 'oh no [sic] the bots.' It’s seriously fucking disgusting," one shopper wrote on Facebook. "I’m sure bots exist but I’m not buying that they’re this massive conspiratorial problem whatsoever."
Despite the flurry of racist and xenophobic rumors, Motherboard has obtained no hard evidence indicating that bots have hacked shopper accounts, or are playing a significant part in the disappearance of work on the app, though the first documented cases of hacked and taken over accounts line up closely with the rise of opportunists using bots to snatch up orders, both began in the early months of the pandemic.
Experts say Instacart shoppers' inclination to blame immigrants and bots, as opposed to Instacart itself for overhiring, fits within a longer trend of scapegoating immigrants and technology, when workers see their earnings dry up. (Motherboard could not corroborate shoppers' claims that bot and hacking services are being purchased primarily, or at all, by undocumented immigrants). Often when workers of color and immigrants enter an industry dominated by white workers, such as manufacturing in the 1960s and nursing in the 1990s, white workers fear their working conditions and wages will suffer. (Compared to rideshare and food delivery apps like Uber, Lyft, GrubHub, and DoorDash, whose workers are often BIPOC and immigrants, Instacart's workforce looks a lot whiter, particularly outside of coastal cities. For years, the app has been popular among working-class suburban moms, seeking work that can be structured around childcare.)
"There's a long history of this. Some of it is racist scapegoating, but some of it is just muddled fear of technology [replacing their jobs]," Jamie McCallum, a professor of sociology at Middlebury College and the author of Worked Over: How Round-the-Clock Work Is Killing the American Dream, told Motherboard. "Yet neither [immigrants nor machines] have really turned out to be the bogeyman they're purported to be. Machines and immigrants don't lower wages. Bosses lower wages."
In fact, data shows that workers fear technology even more than immigrants. "Survey data shows that American workers are more afraid of being replaced by robots than by immigrants, are hesitant to apply for jobs in which applicants are sorted by algorithms, and strongly believe automation will drive down wages," McCallum writes in his book Worked Over.
On August 20, Instacart sent an email to some gig workers and published a post on Medium, explaining that two third-party support vendors that the company works with had "reviewed more shopper profiles than was necessary in their roles as support agents," including the name, email address, and telephone numbers of 2,180 shoppers, according to an email addressed to gig workers obtained by Motherboard.
None of the four shoppers that Motherboard spoke to who had their accounts hacked said they received this email, and a spokesperson for Instacart told Motherboard that no shopper data was stored, downloaded or copied in any way during the security breach. But the shoppers who have had their accounts compromised have faced severe disruption to their incomes.
After days of back-and-forth and waiting, an Instacart representative finally advised Roberta to get a new phone number and email address. "I wasted 30 hours of my life trying to get my account back," Roberta told Motherboard on the phone. "Eventually I just had to change my phone number and email entirely."
"I shop seven days a week. When I was hacked, I couldn't access my account for five days," Sharon, a shopper in Connecticut who had her account taken over in early August, told Motherboard. "I worry if this is going to happen again. I wake up every day stressed about my account. You shouldn’t have to wait five days like I did to have this fixed."
In recent months, the company has also begun addressing the unauthorized use of third-party bots, deactivating shoppers who they believe use these third-parties to secure orders, and partnering with the security platform HackerOne to develop a bot bounty program that combats third-parties their automated tools to Instacart shoppers.
When asked about shoppers who have recently had their accounts taken over, Instacart told Motherboard that hackers could have gained access by way of a phishing text and email or because the shoppers themselves gave personal information to bots in order to secure batches. None of the four hacked shoppers that Motherboard spoke to say they gave personal information to any third parties.
Angie, an Instacart shopper in North Carolina, who was hacked and subsequently deactivated in June, told Motherboard that someone changed her phone number, email, password, and bank account information and shopped two orders in a North Carolina city she had never worked in while she was on vacation in Florida. Shortly after, her account was deactivated due to two undelivered batches.
"I didn't know anything about the hack until I was deactivated. I tried to sign in when I returned from vacation and it was deactivated. I am still deactivated," she wrote to Motherboard. "[Instacart] didn't care that I was a great shopper. They didn't care that someone hacked my account and I could prove it. They didn't care that I had never shopped in these areas or stores. They didn't care about any of that."
Organizers suspect the 12 cases of shoppers having their accounts hacked and taken over are just the tip of the iceberg, considering many shoppers who have been hacked are not active on the platform, and might not notice that someone has accessed their account.
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"The number of times security breaches that have happened on Instacart in and of itself should make people feel uncomfortable," said Vanessa Bain, an organizer at the Gig Workers Collective. "I do wonder if the bots and hacking are connected because they emerged at similar times, but we can't say with sincerity or knowledge that that's happening."
Over the years, security breaches have become a routine occurrence on Instacart. In July, Buzzfeed reported that the personal information of what could be hundreds of thousands of Instacart customers, including names, order histories, and credit card numbers, was being sold on the dark web. Last fall, Instacart shoppers received letters from the IRS with other Instacart shopper's personal information. For years, Instacart (and DoorDash) gig workers have reported having their accounts hacked and earnings drained.
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