#android evan

[teddy-and-dolores]

Actor James Marsden - Teddy Flood, at the Westworld panel at the Paley Center. March 27, 2017. Source: Instagram atomicwimp.

[sewers-headmates]

Can we request an Evan Myers fictive....perchance...

Custom Android: Evan Myers

developer note: here, don’t know what else to say here

First Name: Evan

Last Name: Myers

Nickname: HABIT

Age: 23

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Species: human

Source: everymanHybrid

Roles: organizer, memory holder, archivist

cisIDs: human, pale, brown hair, OCD, asocial, autistic, BPD, healthy, thin

transIDs: transForcedHarmful, transForcedKiller, transHarmed, transAbused, transPTSD, transMute, transFangs, transPunk

trisIDs: trisAutistic, trisHarmful, trisPossessed

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

hope this is sufficient to your request!

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Order Complete! Enjoy Your Android!

[siremasterlawrence]

Lawrence’s Playground: Best Seller

A year later in my mansion sitting on my red and gold throne the main center piece of the living room in a splendid glorification of my

power.

Both of my slaves stand next to me on each side of my throne with arms crossed over their bodies and it is amazing to see them guard me.

The factory facility where I keep all of my Doll storage is below the building I now

truly inhabit with all the wealth that I have manage to accrue in a year.

Instructing them to come forth in front of me as ordered I laugh a bit pointing to the floor as they kneel laid before me and they kiss my hands.

They are distracted with his arms wrapping on to my knees as they knelt their skin onto it and they fall even deeper under my control for the longterm.

The gigantic black iPad button is pressed as the circle blew up in a bolt light encircling it shining it in his face as it scan my finger and takes it in.

The humongous television screen descends from the ceiling opening coming straight face to face with me turning on with a buzz signal.

The screen expands fixing on to the whole entirety of the back wall covering it up and completely showcasing my next protect name Chris.

I pick up the remote control pressing play rather lightly a character mold of the brand new model of Slave Chris a guy I found at a bar.

Slave all notices in shock of the events that are about to unfold I can see the extreme nervousness apparently on his real facial expression

Slave Eric combined with this effect to work even harder to get my attention tugging at my shirt he removes my jacket and undo my shirt.

Slave Al lifts the under wear over my head onto the floor, his hands are on my belt then pulls down my pants and remove both of my socks and shoes.

Snapping my finger they open the door for

Chris to enter the room he walks into the area onto the base I left for him both slaves are not happy.

I slap the hard to get into attention to which they respond they grab two bags from the back room landing on the floor unzipping it on the floor:

They each take a spray can of deodorant aerosol spray using it to aim at his body from head to toe spraying him to my ideal body spray.

“Pose for me Chris”

“Take off his glasses”

“Excellent! Remove the clothes from the bag “

“Place them on the floor”

“Empty the bag”

“Slowly dress him”

“Take your time “

“Let me enjoy this”

“YES MASTER “

“Are we pleasing you?”

“In every fiber of my being”

“How does he smell?”

“Pleasant”

“The shirt and those pants”

“Very tight”

“Is that a problem?”

“Of course not “

“We did well”

The end

Lawrence’s Playground: Batteries Included

“Master Lawrence!”

“Babe”

“Baby”

“What bois?”

“Your sales have hit high notes”

“Three million in sales”

“Lovely! Quite a success”

“Do you understand how Godly you are?”

“Please say yes Master”

“You think I don’t “

“No Sir!”

“Don’t be ridiculous “

“Forgive us”

“We kneel”

“Show me the sales chart”

“Introduce the new model”

“As you wish “

“Bow”

The next thing I know all three appear with a three point system setting up camera and lights.

I stand in my chair using an electric pointer and press play as the screen starts to play over the screen.

I laugh dropping the pointer to explain all of it to them that you must do as I say as true owner.

Walking through my facility I inform whoever the television viewer is that my factory it on non stop activity.

We have sales hitting over three million on a trajectory to reaching a total five million in a thrill go sales.

This will happen in about a week however

it cannot happen till we introduce my new slave model Andrew W Walker.

He is handsome, adventurous, not super spry or young enough, he is fun, and love sports.

A great dancer who will take you on a ride of your life, if you choose this model you will never be bored.

He will rock your world chucking you into the bed, climb over and worshiping every inch of your body.

“Andrew is being processed”

“Oh Master Lawrence!”

“Activated”

“Get to work “

“Chris clean him up”

“The rest get him dress”

“YES MASTER “

“Chris “

“You are my property “

“I own you “

“Control you “

“Transform me”

“What are you thinking?”

“You are the man of my dreams”

“I am your king”

“Kneel at my feet”

“Kiss me”

“Worship me”

“Strip me”

“Kiss every inch”

“Suck, kiss and lick me”

The end

[lifewithaview]

Jimmi Simpson and Evan Rachel Wood in Westworld (2016) Dissonance Theory

S1E4

Theresa tells to Bernard that she is stressed since the board will arrive to visit the park. She has also a discussion about Arnold and is threatened by Dr. Ford in the park's restaurant. Dolores joins William and Logan to hunt Slim and his men with a sheriff and she has a daydream. When they find Slim, he asks to be taken to Pariah to meet his friend El Lazo and they would receive more than the amount of the bounty. Meanwhile The Man in Black goes after Wyatt with Lawrence and they stumble upon Teddy, who is tied to a tree wounded and dying. The Man in Black releases Teddy and brings him with them. Maeve has recollections from her past lives and she draws a Westworld employee wearing mask and protective clothing and she finds many copies of the same sketch hidden in an opening on the floor.

[thetistaboveall]

C.H.R.I.S (Compilation Home Robotic Interface System)

I waltz in to my own room in a new hotel I am apparently the heir apparent to vast fortune of it all except for the love of it all.

I could not have known the truth that I would find it in my living room the next day a giant size living doll just sitting in my chair.

You see I woke rather early for me at exactly nine am, wrapping my robe on my body I head out to the living room staring in the mirror.

I startled turning to face him as spin to my back to see him with love and lust in his eyes.

“What the fuck is this? Who are you?”I shout to no avail walking over to him.

I bend a bit over making eye to eye contact with the dullest eye balls ever.

“Wow! No glow, sparkle of glitter.” I state to him waving my hand infront of him.

“Please touch his hand to pair with him and then kiss him.” I reply a bit taking hold in his left.

Cupping his chin with his right leaning in to a heavy kiss our lips touch instantly causing him to react.

His eyes glow a bit blinking out of control in my eyes, his hands grab on to me tightly on to my hand.

The pressure is on to palm scanning me to the core of my dna stops releasing my hand in his.

The man eyes open up taking hold of me his eyes roll up my body up and down checking me out.

————

“Are you my Master?”

“Yes, I am”

“Excellent! So hot”

“Hell yeah!”

“Wow! You love that”

“I am a going to hug you now”

“Who said you are allowed too?”

“You want me too! I can sense everything “

“Do you love me Master?”

“From here to the moon”

“And back?”

“I love you through the universe”

—————-

Chris rises up from the chair racing over to me at my side he falls to his knees hugging me tightly.

His lips touch mine once more igniting a hot fiery passion shocks through us both as we make out.

His hands place on my shoulder rubbing me so tightly wraps on to my waist unbuttons my shirt.

His lips lay on to my skin forging in to my skin he traces all over my body kissing, biting and sucking.

“I am so deeply in love with you Sire”

“I would give my life for you “

“My mind is yours to play with “

“My body your playground”

“Do you love only me?”

“With all my heart and soul”

“You are my man”

“My Master”

——————

“Oh Master Lawrence! There you are”

“You missed me”

“Nice sweater!”

“Banging body “

“God you are a dummy”

“You are the man of my dreams”

“I want to be your jungle gym”

“Fuck me raw “

“Pound me till you hurt”

“Please Master”

“Feeling you up now”

“Take it all off”

—————

“God! That ass is tight”

“You gave me great pleasure “

“All I wanted”

“That is like dance between the sheets”

“Hard gains”

“Was that a work out?”

“For me it is”

“Apparently so”

“Are you upset”

“Not even mad”

“Swear yourself to me”

“I do”

The end

[sub-commander-ralathor]

people THINK my name is from Detroit Become Human but NO!

it's from a musical about a boy who pretends to be a dead dudes best friend through a series of fake emails.

I named myself after the dead kid.

you ever hear a trans person's name and you know instantly what media they got it from

[younes-ben-amara]

العناصر الثلاثة التي تُكوِّن أي شركة تقنية تبيع أو توفّر برمجيّات

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصادرها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐تعرف ما هي صيد الشابكة وتطالعها بانتظام؟ اِدعم استمرارية النشرة بطرق شتى من هنا: 💲 طرق دعم نشرة صيد الشابكة. 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #118 يومكم زين؛ والسلام عليكم؛ وبسم الله. بخصوص العنوان ستجد فحواه في آخر عنصرٍ من العناصر…

[xunandran]

WIP Wednesday - Eddie Diaz and "Buck"

Hello all! Just wanted to bring a bit of my new project, a sci-fi style AU (currently untitled) akin to Detroit Become Human (which I've never played but should). It's still in the works, but I like the idea so far and I'm excited to flesh it out and wanted to share.

Premise

In the near future, androids have integrated society and serve to assist with numerous tasks including Military applications, Search and Rescue applications, and basic household functions, such as meal prep, childcare, etc.

When exhausted former Army Machinist and current Los Angeles Firefighter and single father Eddie Diaz finds himself the recipient of a new prototype Executive Valet Android (E.V.An) codenamed "Buck", he's initially wary at having such a sophisticated piece of technology having access to his daily life.

But Buck does make his life easier, and soon he accepts the help. But having an android that is both so human and so alien can be jarring. Can Eddie keep the two separate, or will "Buck's" exceptionally realistic programming blur the lines between Owner/Friend/and perhaps even more…

Sample

“It looks so lifelike.” When Eddie entered the firehouse, bag slung over his shoulder, he noticed that the team was gathered near the foot of the stairs. Worried that he might have missed an important meeting, he jogged over to the collective mass.  “Like, you’re messing with me. This is an actor or a prank, right?’ Chimney poked along the ribs of a tall stranger who looked entirely unaffected by the action.  “Who’s this? New probie?” Eddie asked. He sized up the man in front of him. He was tall, taller than Eddie by at least a couple of inches, with dirty blond hair and the most affecting blue eyes Eddie had ever seen. The man’s features were casual and neutral, with a strong nose, pouty lips, and a small burn or other affect over his left eye. He couldn’t have been older than his mid-twenties. He looked almost too young to be a firefighter, if you ignored the fact that the man was built. Eddie traced the lines of the man’s chest and forearms with his eyes. The veins in his arms alone sent a tickle down Eddie’s spine, as did the tattoos. Eddie appreciated a well-formed build, male or female. It spoke to taking care of oneself. It spoke to strength, stamina, and dedication. It had been what had finally pulled the string in the net cast around him by his estranged wife. Her pregnancy had been what put a ring on his finger, but her ability to outpace him in nearly every activity was what had pulled him into her bed.  

And this? This was a form he could appreciate.  “Not a probie,” Hen said, looking up at the man. “An E.V.An.”  “A what?” Eddie pulled the slipping strap of his bag back over his shoulder and crossed his arms.  “It stands for Executive Valet Android. It’s a prototype from the applied robotics division at Karen’s lab.” She looked up at the tall blond in something akin to awe. “This one’s designated as ‘Buck’.”  At the sound of its name, the blond focused those piercing eyes on Hen. “Hello, Hen.” its voice was warm, not the artificial chirrup that Eddie associated with androids. Chimney was still poking about its ribs, and when it looked at him, he abruptly stopped. 

Eddie was curious. And skeptical. He padded around Buck, his keen eyes focused on every feature he could take in. Buck turned its gaze to follow him as he circled around the android. “No. I’m with Chimney. This is a stunt.” When the rest of the team turned to him, he shrugged. “I worked with automata in the field. Combat Mechanist, remember? The army had some of the most sophisticated units to ever be developed.” He looked at Buck. Its unwavering gaze focused on him as he spoke, its head cocked ever so slightly to the side. “This?” He gestured with his hand toward Buck. “This would be lightyears beyond anything that I’ve ever seen.”  “Welcome to the future then,” Hen said with a broad smile. When Eddie continued to appear unconvinced, she sighed and stepped in front of the tall blond. She rested her hand on Buck’s shoulder, fingers along the ridge and thumb pressed lightly against the pulse point of its neck. Buck’s demeanor never shifted at the intrusion into its personal space.  Eddie watched the display, the casual intimacy of the touch. The way the man appeared wholly unmoved. As far as performances went, he deserved an Oscar. After a beat, a quiet chime sounded. It appeared to emanate directly from Buck himself, but that was impossible. “Buck, diagnostic mode.” Chimney audibly gasped as tattoo on Buck’s arm, a concentric ring of lines and dots, animated and began rotating, pooling under the skin like some sort of LCD display. The man’s eyes faded from sky blue to a milky white, and if Eddie hadn’t physically seen the small panel underneath Buck’s arm unfasten, he would have likely believed the other man was having a stroke. Hen removed her fingers, and casually lifted the man’s arm, exposing a small touch screen embedded inside his skin. Servos and actuators and extremely complex wiring systems with diodes in every possible color blinked, hammered, and pulsed in the cavity behind the screen. In all his years, Eddie had never seen anything so surreal, so entirely foreign.

[gloztik]

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[xtruss]

Communication: Your 🧠 On Emoji. It's Complicated. And That's Good.

— By Alla Katsnelson | Nautilus

Image: eztexting

Twenty years ago, Microsoft’s instant messaging platform added a new feature: dozens of little icons users could drop into their messages, conveying happiness, surprise, confusion, or a sheep. Gradually, then all at once, emojis were here: spreading from chat platforms to SMS, email, social media, and—to the chagrin of legions of teachers—even infecting school assignments.

For years, I was an emoji hold-out. Embracing the little, cartoonish images felt like transgressing against the virtue of words. To my linguistically traditional soul, raised on Jane Austen and Isaac Babel, emojis seemed cheap and unnecessarily revealing. I resented their creep into written communication, which had long managed just fine, thank you very much, with the alphabet.

But just a few years ago, after befriending a colleague whose texts were flecked with these symbols, I had a change of heart. Our daily banter thrived on the emotional zest that emojis added, and on the sense of connection they fueled. Timidly at first, I started to thread them into my digital discourse. Now they’re woven into my communication with many people in my life, punctuating a short note or standing alone as a single message, a 💥 or 🔥 or 🌟 as a full-stop reply. What’s surprised me most is the palpable joy these flutters of icon-based interaction have added to routine exchanges.

The Effect is Like a Shot of Meaning-Making Caffeine—Pure Emotional Charge.

Valeria Pfeifer is a cognitive scientist at the University of Arizona. She is one of a small group of researchers who has studied how emojis affect our thinking. She tells me that my newfound joy makes sense. Emojis “convey this additional complex layer of meaning that words just don’t really seem to get at,” she says. Many a word nerd has fretted that emojis are making us—and our communication—dumber. But Pfeifer and other cognitive scientists and linguists are beginning to explain what makes them special.

In a book called The Emoji Code, British cognitive linguist Vyvyan Evans describes emojis as “incontrovertibly the world’s first truly universal communication.” That might seem like a tall claim for an ever-expanding set of symbols whose meanings can be fickle. But language evolves, and these ideograms have become the lingua franca of digital communication.

The story of the emoji reaches back further than early instant messaging programs. Before these graphically detailed icons were easy to display, the clunkier, character-constructed emoticon held their place.

Carnegie Mellon computer scientist Scott Fahlman is often credited with codifying these smile-and-wink punctuation constructions. After watching posters in early online bulletin boards get into skirmishes—say, when a poster’s sarcasm was misread—he suggested in 1982 that colleagues add a ":-)" or ":-(" to indicate their tone. If posters could flag when they were being funny or sarcastic, he figured, readers wouldn’t be so easily upset.

Writers and thinkers had, for decades, proposed subbing in punctuation for feelings, though many, it seems, did so in tongue-in-cheek jest. Other early potential emoticons in the wild—such as a ";)" in a transcript note describing audience reactions of “applause and laughter” during an 1862 speech by Abraham Lincoln—were likely typesetting errors or examples of looser punctuation norms of the day.

The interface of language and emotion is where the magic lies.

None of these uses took root though until the fertile conditions of the early internet arrived. And as graphical interfaces improved, the contemporary emoji was born.

The emoji didn’t initially set out to be a souped-up emoticon. When, in 1999, Japanese artist Shigetaka Kurita developed a first suite of 176 of them for the cell phone company he was working for, most weren’t meant to convey a feeling at all. The majority of them were quotidian symbols he envisioned people would toss in occasionally in place of words: a house, an ear, a tennis racket, a fax sign.

It wasn’t until 2011, when Apple first made emojis accessible through a dedicated emoji keyboard on their mobile devices (and Android did the same two years later) that emojis truly started going mainstream. By 2015, more than 90 percent of internet users had deployed them, and the Oxford English Dictionary named 😂 Word of the Year. Today, the Unicode Consortium, emojis’ governing body, as it were, lists more than 3,500 of them.

The word emoji itself has nothing to do, etymologically, with emoting. It’s a blend of the Japanese words for picture (e) and character (moji)—unlike emoticon, which is an American mix of emotion and icon. This difference in origin and intention also inflected early scientific research into these new communication tools and their impact on the people using them.

Perhaps the first study of how these visual representations activate the brain was presented at a conference in 2006. Computer scientist Masahide Yuasa, then at Tokyo Denki University in Japan, and his colleagues wanted to see whether our noggins interpret abstract symbolic representations of faces—emoticons made of punctuation marks—in the same way as photographic images of them. They popped several college students into a brain scanning machine (they used functional magnetic resonance imaging, or fMRI) and showed them realistic images of happy and sad faces, as well as scrambled versions of these pictures. They also showed them happy and sad emoticons, along with short random collections of punctuation.

The photos lit up a brain region associated with faces. The emoticons didn’t. But they did activate a different area thought to be involved in deciding whether something is emotionally negative or positive. The group’s later work, published in 2011, extended this finding, reporting that emoticons at the end of a sentence made verbal and nonverbal areas of the brain respond more enthusiastically to written text. “Just as prosody enriches vocal expressions,” the researchers wrote in their earlier paper, the emoticons seemed to be layering on more meaning and impact. The effect is like a shot of meaning-making caffeine—pure emotional charge.

It was surprising that these punctuation faces carried their emotional valence to the reader’s psyche without first being recognized as abstract faces. Back then, many researchers assumed people first pieced together the line-and-dot faces and then inferred their expression “as a bottom-up process,” Yuasa explained to me via email. But the results suggested that the emoticons were plugging into something more foundational even than face-recognition—hinting that responding to emotion in communication is a primal, even deeper drive.

A few years later, researchers in Australia reported that people were much quicker to grok smiley face emoticons ":-)" as faces than when the same symbols were typed backward: ")-:" For the lead researcher, Owen Churches, the results pointed to our brains’ amazing ability to adapt to a quickly changing world. “There is no innate neural response to emoticons that babies are born with,” he told ABC Australia. “This is an entirely culturally created neural response.”

Once the visually richer emojis proliferated, scientists had even more concepts they could interrogate to discern the real-time integration with language, communication, and feeling. And the research quickly became intriguingly nuanced. To wit: Do emojis and words have similar functions when attempting to convey irony? Irony in its most basic form is expressing the opposite of what you mean, to make a point. The incongruity it conveys is so cognitively satisfying precisely because of the layers of drama and meaning it adds to language.

Benjamin Weissman and Darren Tanner at the University of Illinois recorded patterns of brain activity as participants read simple sentences ending with different face emojis—one that aligned with the meaning of a sentence, one that diverged, and one of a wink-face emoji clearly signaling irony.

Comparing their findings to previous research on how the brain responds to ironic language, they reported—in their 2018 cheekily titled paper, “A strong wink between verbal and emoji-based irony”—that, as far as the brain is concerned, emojis and words do roughly the same job.

“There’s basically a match,” says Weissman, a cognitive scientist now at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, New York. “As long as there is some sort of irony conveyed and interpreted, the brain response looks pretty similar to the brain response for traditional non-emoji irony.” That finding aligns with more recent, still-unpublished work Weissman did with cognitive scientist Neil Cohn at Tilburg University in the Netherlands. There, they probed how the brain responds to reading sentences in which either a word or an emoji matched the expected meaning or had an unexpected meaning:

Here, too, the brain responded to the emojis pretty similarly as to the words, with the expected ones eliciting a brain activity pattern associated with linguistic prediction, and the surprise ones yielding activity associated with processing mismatched meaning.

In a way, Weissman says, it doesn’t really matter whether we are calling to mind a concept from a word or an icon. On the whole, for higher-level cognition in which the brain is making complex meaning from inputs it receives, it can integrate all sorts of elements, including facial expressions and tone of voice, he says. And emojis are just another type of this input. “The meaning-making process can probably operate on a level independent of the modality itself,” he says.

But of course, anyone who has wielded emojis knows they are doing something more than just colorfully, jauntily standing in for words. Like their 41-year-old cousins, the emoticons, they are doing heavier lifting, too. Their ability to convey emotion does a complex dance with language. For Pfeifer, this interface is where their magic lies.

“Emojis have this ability to make the same words seem more emotional or less emotional—to seem alarming versus completely fine or joking even,” she says. These are important social functions, she adds. “Through our switch to using a more text-based communication we lost this additional layer of meaning that emojis can now provide.”

Our species and our many spoken languages emerged in the frothy cauldron of in-person communication, steeped in tone of voice, volume, facial expressions, gestures, posture, knowing glances. Even as writing forms began to emerge, such as cuneiform more than 5,000 years ago, for the majority of history their use remained largely official—government, business, religious. Interpersonal, social, cohering communication was still in-person, and often by necessity; as recently as 1960, less than half of the global population could read and write, and even in Austen’s era of the seemingly ubiquitous romantic epistle, only about half of English people older than 14 years could have penned or read a letter.

Positive Emojis Say, ‘Hey, I’m Listening.’ Negative Ones Have a Very Different Effect.

But as we stepped into the brave new digital world, the written word has taken over much of daily social and collegial correspondence. Texts and direct messages rather than social calls or phone calls. And work meetings or calls now often transmuted into dashed-off lines of keystrokes on Slack or Microsoft’s Teams.

As they say, nature abhors a vacuum, and emojis seem to have arrived at a time when a new communication niche needed filling. “The way we communicated when we all started texting or emailing seemed to be deprived of something that emojis seem to fill,” Pfeifer says.

She and her colleagues were also interested in the ways in which different emotion-evoking emojis impact social dynamics in their coloring of written statements. They found that happy emojis, such as hearts and smiling faces, added a general emotionally positive boost to a message, though not in any terribly specific capacity. Instead, these pictorial cues served more as bids of connection.

“Positive emojis are like a blinking light on a recording device,” she says. “Maybe we send this type of emoji to say, ‘hey, I’m listening,’ or ‘I’m interested in what you’re saying’—just as a way to confirm the social relationship between us,” she says. These sorts of emojis seem to be fostering social cohesion.

Negative emojis, on the other hand, affected words and interpretation differently. Recipients in their study read frowns, angry faces, and tears as indicators of a much more specific mental state, and they processed these symbols much more carefully and more in-depth, Pfeiffer says. “It is a lot more revealing from the sender’s perspective to send a negative emoji than a positive one.” And while positivity serves as a social cement holding us together—even, it appears, in emoji form—negative sentiments require plumbing the depths of a relationship or of a shared understanding to clarify their intent. And just as when we’re engaging in-person, they are more likely to spur miscommunication.

Emojis are also filling other social gaps born from our shift to a digital lifestyle. In her work, Linda Kaye, a psychologist at Edge Hill University in Ormskirk, England who is writing a book that synthesizes emoji research, has explored how these ubiquitous icons can reveal valuable clues to a person’s personality.

Interactions through social media platforms are often assumed to be opaque—and they do lack many markers that humans rely on to understand and make accurate judgements about each other. Kaye decided to test whether the way people use emojis online might help others get to know what they’re like. She and her colleagues asked a group of people with a presence on Facebook to complete a written personality questionnaire, and then they had another group look at screenshots of their profiles.

Looking at five major dimensions of personality, they found that the kinds of emojis people used in their profiles helped viewers assess two of them—open-mindedness and extraversion—with reasonably good accuracy. And while extraversion is pretty easy to judge in person, open-mindedness can be tough to gauge. “That tells us that when we are forming first impressions, actually online sometimes might give us more behavior to help us understand open-mindedness than offline targets,” Kaye says.

It turns out that a world freshly speckled with 🙂s is not really such a changed world after all. Nor as flat of a one as many might assume. “Ultimately, communication—the purpose of it and the way we do it—inherently doesn’t change all that much,” Kaye explains. “I would say it’s more about expanding our range.”

To me, as I continue on my newly emoji-strewn path, that’s an inspiring thought because it suggests we don’t need to poopoo such novel concoctions but can see them as a triumph of the dazzling adaptability of the human brain. And I will seek delight in the fact that our species can not only access conceptual and emotional language so rich as to craft resonant works of literature like Moby Dick—but also can crowd-source a full translation of it into emojis: 🐳.

[weewookinard]

Some sentences Sunday

You remember my Jee-Yun fic? Well, i started to write next part...

“Where is he?” “Chim? I think he-” “No, not Chim. Where's my stupid little brother?” Jay from the B shift points upstairs with an assured finger that swears with his scared little pet look. She's not used to being looked at like that, Maddie, and on another day she would have done anything to apologize and reassure the man. But today is different, today she has a mission. To find Buck and make him pay for his mistake. She's not surprised to see the entire 118 team sitting down to a copious breakfast when she finally arrives into the loft. What does surprise her, however, is the presence of Tommy behind the kitchen counter. Well, since he's here, he's in for a rough time too. Bobby sees her first and is about to greet her, but stops dead in sight of the woman's expression. Then it's Buck's turn to turn his head and smile the huge, happy smile Tommy has managed to bring to his face. He stands up the giant, arms spreading to catch Maddie in a hug without realizing the brunette's fury. “Hey Maddie! You come for the-” “Evan Matthew Buckley I'm going to rip your eyes out and make them come back as an omelet!”

Thank you for today's and yesterday's tag @typicalopposite, @nine-one-wanton, @lavenderleahy, and @cliophilyra!

Also tagging the people that liked my first part 😌

@do-androids-dream-ao3acc @sunnywithachanceofbi @waywaychuck @aplaceinme

@kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @sunset-bobby @geekfan67 @nymeria1105

@sweaters-and-silly @firewasabeast @hyperfocusthusly @jyt1891

@half-oz-eddie @dadbodbuck @magicallarynx @dark-alice-lilith

@gyraethere @flyboyhan @unfuckablebogtroll @a-mel0n

@pati79 @bobbinsnash @quintessenceofdust88

[teddy-and-dolores]

[bucktommypositivityweek]

☀️POSITIVITY WEEK MASTER POST☀️

it's finally here! enjoy the masterpost for bucktommypositivityweek round 2. we want to give such a huge thanks to everyone who participated for taking the time to spread some love and excitement in this fandom. if you haven't already checked out all these great works, make sure you go and read/reblog/comment on them all now! now that we have the opening disaster of s8 out of the way, it might be especially fun to go back and see what other season openers people came up with for this event a few weeks back! thanks so much again to all the brilliant creators in this fandom, and we'll see you again soon! ;)

Day 1 - Sun 15th - Make You Own S8 Opening Disaster

We're Doomed by @do-androids-dream-ao3acc

Honey, Honey (how he thrills me) by @beastandfirehose

Come Home And Be(e) With Your Man by @ninjatrashpanda

Serious As A Heart Attack - @darkjediqueen

🐝 tween the sheets by @nine-one-wanton

bees? by @firehouse118

Slightly Exasperated But Most Assuredly Fond - @ladyeyrewrites

There must be something in the water by @judymarch15

Everything will bee okay by @aesthetictarlos

Stung by @kneazle

And the high is worth the pain by @salty_autistic_writer

Sorry, the only way out is down by @reyesdiaz

A Day to Remember by @jamesandanthony

Day 2 - Mon 16th - Scenes From A Firetruck

Up On Top by @nine-one-wanton

Kisses so Sweet (And Spicy) by @ninjatrashpanda

Untitled by @daddy-kinard

I'll Meet you In Between by @bangpop91

Chaotic Bliss by @aesthetictarlos

Stolen Moments by @salty_autistic_writer

Scenes Between Engines by @darkjediqueen

I'm addicted to you (you're addicted to me) by @kneazle

I'll Cover You by @rosyhoneydew

Stolen Moment by @rosyhoneydew

Growing Pains by @bibuckkinard

Three Little Words on a Constant Loop by @ladyeyrewrites

You let go of your fears, and your ghosts by @reyesdiaz

The Space Between by @jamesandanthony

Day 3 - Tues 17th - Missing Moments

Is That...Weird by @nine-one-wanton

Growing Pains by @bangpop91

(Please say to Me) You'll let Me be your Man by @Ninjatrashpanda

Untitled by @aesthetictarlos

Day 3: Missing Moments by @magniloquent-raven

dance with me by @hardly-an-escape

Getting To Know One Another by @darkjediqueen

Bring Your Glory, All You Are by @bibuckkinard

I'll Speed Up For You by @ladyeyrewrites

We'll Be All Dressed Up in Blue by @V88SY

to step into the storm by @aringofsalt

Before After by @jamesandanthony

and in a moment, i knew you best by @reyesdiaz

Artwork by @chaussettecanape

Day 4 - Weds 18th - Supportive Boyfriends

He [*bleeping*] Sucks by @nine-one-wanton

I'm Falling Apart (You Hold Me Together) by @ninjatrashpanda

Salt and Cinnamon by @Judymarch15

Someone to talk to by @TillyReads

Finally Content by @darkjediqueen

as in atlas by @middyblue

I know it hurts, but I will carry you by @kneazle

Under and Over, And and Inside by @ladyeyrewrites

Reprieve by @bibuckkinard

Test Anxiety by @bangpop91

Coming Home To You by @jamesandanthony

Day 4: Supportive Boyfriends by @magniloquent-raven

Day 5 - Thurs 19th - Coming Out

Brave by @nine-one-wanton

love and support by @judymarch15

The Breakfast Aisle by @bangpop91

The Other Shoe (Waiting for it to drop) by @ninjatrashpanda

Caught by @kneazle

Past and Present by @jamesandanthony

Short Trip to Ready by @darkjediqueen

Show Him What You've Got by @superstealthaccount

2 Bodies, 1 Seat by @ruby_daiquiri

We're On a Date by @ladyeyrewrites

Stuck by @inchoate

Standing up for himself by @TillyReads

Day 6 - Fri 20th - Epistolary

Be Safe, Love You by @bangpop91

There Are Rules by @nine-one-wanton

Sleepover at Kinard's by @ninjatrashpanda

More Than Words by @jamesandanthony

Dear Mountain View Neighbors by @middyblue

Chat Help by @darkjediqueen

PLAYLIST - racheld93

Handwritten Feelings by @aesthetictarlos

Texts by TillyReads

Day 7 - Sat 21st - Predicting The Future

In Sickness and Health by @darkjediqueen

Moving Forward by @nine-one-wanton

in sickness by @firehose118

The New Kitten by @bangpop91

XOXO Evan by @ladyeyrewrites

Future scenes by @TillyReads

Home (Home is wherever I'm with You) by @ninjatrashpanda

All The Way Home by @jamesandanthony

That Much More Head Over Heels by @ladyeyrewrites

Of Holding On and Letting Go by @bibuckkinard

Art Work by @gwenfr

Art Work by @chaussettecanape

(if we have accidentally missed a link to your submission, please get in touch with us and we'll add it asap!)

[datshitrandom]

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Review: For Robots, Is It Love or Just a Hookup? by Jesse Green

"The same applies to the acting, which is daring enough to tell the robot story yet not so extreme as to obscure the human one. Criss, who has sometimes seemed stiff onstage, is especially fine here, delivering a startlingly gestural performance, all tics and glitches, that never obscures the true feeling within. The trap of twee is thus thoroughly avoided. And Shen, making a confident Broadway debut, similarly backfills Claire’s facade of wit and smart-girl impatience with the surprise and pain of newfound affection. Though she also sings, as Criss does, divinely, their singing is never an end in itself; it is how we feel that their story is ours. And when their duets become trios with Duron’s Gil Brentley, we understand just how powerful popular music can be: It has given these robots hearts." [..] "A good question for robots and, as posed by this astonishing musical, maybe the most deeply human one of all."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Review: Broadway’s Deeply Moving Robot Musical, Starring Darren Criss, Teaches Us How to Be Human by Christian Lewis

"Both Criss and Shen give excellent, very different performances. As an older model, Criss is purposefully more robotic: angled arms, stiff neck, straight spine, minimal facial expressions. His commitment to the physicality is remarkable and impressive — you might only fully appreciate it during curtain call, when he walks and emotes normally. He is the stronger singer of the pair, but his roboticness, though true to character, can make him slightly harder to connect to. (His silent-film star makeup, by Suki Tsujimoto, is also distracting.) Shen, on the other hand, feels practically human, and there’s more pathos to her pained performance, especially in her awareness of her own impending mortality." [...] “Maybe Happy Ending” is an undeniably moving, well-made, adorable musical, and it is a pleasant surprise to see an audience weep at a show about two robots in love. The musical makes the bold claim that maybe we are not that different from robots after all, or that they are not that different from us. Just as robots have much to learn from humans, we in turn can learn from them, especially how to care for each other and for ourselves. It’s crucial to know when you need to charge your battery, but likewise it’s important to be willing to share that charger with someone in need."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Broadway Review: Darren Criss And Helen J Shen Delight As Lovestruck Androids Dreaming Of Electric Cheek by Greg Evans

"It takes a special type of theatrical talent, one loaded with heart and wit and insight, to imbue something that looks like an Apple MagSafe iPhone Charger with more romantic appeal than a decade’s worth of Valentines Day chocolates, but that’s just what the creators and performers of the delightful musical Maybe Happy Ending have achieved." [...] "Featuring marvelous performances from Darren Criss and Helen J Shen as two obsolete “helperbots” retired to rooms in a sort of well-appointed robot hospice center – think those all-the-rage tiny houses as if designed by Pee-wee Herman – Maybe Happy Ending is set outside Seoul at some point later in this century. It’s a world that seems distant enough to quality for sci-fi, but familiar enough to look like that eye-candy Mid Century Modern furniture catalogue you got in the mail last week."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Broadway Review: Definitely a Big Hit Starring Darren Criss by Robert Hofler

"Oliver is an older model, so Criss delivers a lot of robotic mannerisms — there’s a distinct jerkiness to his gestures and gait, his speech sometimes emphasizes the wrong syllable. All and all, Oliver is a remarkable achievement and brings to mind Haley Joel Osment’s David in Stephen Spielberg’s “A.I.,” if that boy robot had ever been able to grow up." [...] "More than delivering big, Arden knows how and when to hold back to make the audience a participant. His direction never fails to activate the imagination."

Review: ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Is the Best New Musical on Broadway by Tim Teeman 

"The show begins with Claire requiring a battery recharge, so knocks on the door of neighboring retired robot Oliver. He takes so long opening the door when he does so it is to her frozen, temporarily without-power figure. A nervy, very particular robot himself (whose most intimate relationship is with his houseplant HwaBoon), Oliver doesn’t know what to do. Criss plays him with the coiffed handsomeness of a K-pop star and the stiff gait and easily-rattled manner of C-3PO (he has the added skill of really knowing how to decorate a small studio space)." [...] "Criss erupts with puppyish excitement and panicked worry, while Shen gives Claire a defiant edge that co-exists with a resigned fatalism." [...] "In the end, you are not only rooting for Claire and Oliver, but also for them recognizing the intricately weird routes we take to figure out what and who we love, and what and how we feel as we do so. For a musical about robots, Maybe Happy Ending is a very human show about not just the value of connection, but also the life-saving, heart-expanding importance of us recognizing that value."

Maybe Happy Ending: Beguiling Musical Charmer from Korea by Michael Sommers

"The performances of Darren Criss as the chipper Oliver and Helen J Shen as the clear-eyed Claire are not so utterly adorable as to be cloying, but they are pretty adorable anyway. Dressed by designer Clint Ramos in cute boy-bot duds, Criss’ slightly androgynous looks suit Oliver’s character, whose movement reveals subtly robotic gestures. Making an auspicious Broadway debut, Shen gives her sensible Claire a warm voice and presence. Another newcomer, Dez Duron looks sharp and sounds dreamy as the big band singer. Marcus Choi, Arden Cho, Jim Kaplan and Young Mazino ably depict various people throughout the story." [...] "Lately there’s been audience complaint – if chat boards can be believed – how some recent Broadway musicals blast out hellishly loud, banging music. Maybe Happy Ending is surely the balm for any such feelings, since its sometimes jazz-inflected score is orchestrated gently for mostly strings, keyboard and woodwinds with exceptional grace by the composer."

Darren Criss in a robot rom-com that will fly you to the moon by Naveen Kumar

"Their single-occupancy apartments are the vision of urban loneliness. Flashbacks to the cozy but bleak self-sufficiency of solo pandemic-era isolationare inevitable for some of us when Darren Criss, who plays a model No. 3 named Oliver, sings an ode to the world within his room. (I’m not saying I also sang to my favorite plant, but I’m not saying I didn’t.) Part toy box and part hypermodern studio, Oliver’s is a space for maintenance and introspection. Claire, a more-advanced model No. 5 played by Helen J. Shen, comes knocking because her charger is busted and she needs some juice. (Newer models have advantages, but Oliver is quick to point out sacrifices in durability.) Oliver, who inherited his owner’s appreciation for Duke Ellington and Bill Evans, moves like a graceful marionette; Claire carries herself like a regular girl next door. There’s an offbeat ease to their chemistry, and Criss and Shen are both lovely singers with an unshowy confidence that’s become all-too rare." [...] "The Broadway debut benefits from the swells of self-reflection many of us have waded through in the meantime — about what makes us who we are, why we want to be with each other and how long any of this is really going to last. Whether anyone’s ending turns out happily or not, at least we have the choice to be together."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ review: Darren Criss shines in one of the best musicals in years by Patrick Ryan

"[...] Criss, on Broadway for a fourth time, is delightful as the eager-to-please Oliver, whose sunny outlook gets clouded by the sobering realities of life. Portraying a fish out of water, one could easily overdo the robot’s wide-eyed wonderment and stiff, mechanical movements. But the “Glee” star is smartly subtle, deftly landing many of the show’s funniest punchlines and sight gags. (In a clever bit of stage magic, Oliver briefly short-circuits and smokes up after nervously downing a cocktail.) " [...] “Maybe Happy Ending” is undoubtedly the most original musical to grace Broadway since 2022’s “Kimberly Akimbo,” another small story with big ideas and even bigger emotions. With gentle humor and pathos, Park and Aronson manage to tap into the most human of questions: Is it still worthwhile to love, knowing that pain and loss are inevitable? "It’s the kind of show that’s hardwired to make you cry. But judging by the resounding sniffles from our audience, there’s nothing artificial about this rare, tender gift of a musical."

MAYBE HAPPY ENDING: A Visionary Ode to Emotion — Review by Juan A. Ramirez

"The story concerns Oliver (Darren Criss) and Claire (Helen J Shen), two “helper-bots” residing in a sort of purgatorial dorm for obsolete technology in near-future Seoul. Oliver is all bright smiles, perfectly gelled hair, and a ‘50s sense of politeness, which gives Criss a chance to play into his own squeaky-clean persona, and wring humanity out of a Kabuki-level performance of surface sheen. (Clint Ramos did costumes; Craig Franklin Miller hair; Suki Tsujimoto makeup.) He’s spent the past decade or so mindlessly amassing stuff he gets delivered, poring over the Jazz Monthly subscription his owner left him, and hoping he’ll one day return for him. " [...] "[...] One becomes aware, throughout its lush 100 minutes, of what a humbly groundbreaking experience is unfolding onstage. This is a very special show; a tender, visionary ode to the space we’re able to create and hold for feeling, and the hope that it may continue."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ Review: Robot Love by Dan Rubins

"[...] Arden deploys a series of theatrical gestures too breathtaking to spoil here. It’s stagecraft that illuminates the musical’s messages about the value of looking up and outward from our devices while simultaneously pointing towards theater’s unique ability to transcend technological bells and whistles in the service of a more natural, unadorned beauty. Criss and Shen, too, turn the slightest of touches into electric connection. Criss, expert at gluing a not-quite-human grin to his face and circling Oliver’s apartment with mechanical grace, lets his rigid, aloof character gradually thaw out. He inherits a century-spanning tradition of musical theater characters, from Marian Paroo to Henry Higgins, slowly shedding their tough exteriors, unleashing a bottled-up potential for passion, though Oliver just happens to be a literal robot. Shen, charmingly kooky off-Broadway in Teeth and The Lonely Few earlier this year, makes an explosive Broadway debut as Claire: Only 24, she has a preternatural gift for marrying the tender and the deadpan. Both do Aronson’s music, which he orchestrates himself with a richness that deliberately belies the HelperBots’s artificialness, full justice." [...] "[...] But a musical made as well as Maybe Happy Ending deserves to be with us for some time to come."

Maybe Happy Ending review: Darren Criss is effortlessly charming in a visually dazzling romance between robots by Shania Russell 

"Shen and Criss share an easy chemistry as Claire and Oliver, a mismatched pair who delight with their charming interactions. As the older model, Oliver is the more robotic of the two, an amusing distinction for which Criss nails the physical comedy. Oliver is gleefully stilted where Claire is natural and relaxed. Together they are playful, his sass matching her snark, his optimism complementing her jaded outlook. Despite the perpetual pep in his step, it's Oliver whose path forward seems unclear, as Claire embraces the potential offered by the time that remains to her. From that push and pull emerges a constant, endearing tension." [...] "Despite Oliver’s earnest nature — familiar territory for the Glee alum — Criss is not the one stealing the show. Charming as Oliver’s pronounced quirks are, his interiority feels as though its held at arms length — especially when compared to Claire, whose fraught emotionality pulls focus courtesy of Shen’s moving performance. Oliver may have his optimism challenged and his nerves tested, but he remains much the same, clinging to life’s simple joys. Alas, charm goes a long way. Criss is often his most compelling when given a character with edge (his stint as the titular East German rocker in Hedwig and the Angry Inch or his Emmy-winning turn in The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story) but here he is charming, spirited and wonderfully funny." [...] "[...] There’s nothing robotic about this production: it wears its heart on its sleeve and on charm alone, succeeds"

Review: Maybe Happy Ending With Darren Criss and Helen J Shen, a Balm for Trying Times by David Gordon

"From his stiffly humorous movement (choreographed by Moni Yakim) to the unblinking sincerity in his delivery, Criss is immensely impressive as he captures the discreetly emotional essence of this outdated bot. His tightly coiffed hair (styled by Craig Franklin Miller) and shellacked makeup (Suki Tsujimoto) go a long way in helping him bring us to an uncanny valley that’s legitimately freaky. Shen is effortlessly charming, infusing Claire with a shy humor that makes her utterly lovable. Together, they share such easy chemistry that you find yourself rooting for these two lonely robots to be together forever." [...] "Despite its flaws, Maybe Happy Ending exudes an undeniable charm and warmth, which sets it apart from many other new Broadway musicals these days that go for bombast over emotion. Refreshingly original, this story about two robots who, for a brief moment, meet each other halfway, becomes a poignant celebration of finding connections in an ephemeral world. It’s a comforting reminder that love and friendship, however temporary, make the journey worthwhile."

Maybe Happy Ending. These are the robots you're looking for by Adam Feldman

"In a Broadway landscape dominated by loud adaptations of pre-existing IP, Maybe Happy Ending stands out for both its intimacy and its originality. Arden and his actors approach the material with a delicate touch; they trust the romantic comedy to be charming, which it is, and let the wistfulness emerge naturally. In the faint artificiality of both his movement and his appearance–pale face, neat dark hair, red lips, high-waisted pants—Criss’s Oliver endearingly evokes the silent-film clown Buster Keaton. (He also sometimes suggests a neurodivergent adult.) Shen’s more naturalistic Claire—she’s a Helperbot Five; he’s just a Helpbot Three—has a winsome, Eponine-y combination of pluck, resignation and piercing pop-vocal emotion." [...] "Can a show as strange and special as Maybe Happy Ending find a place for itself on Broadway today? I like to think that maybe it can. But as the show reminds us, everything is ephemeral: “We have a shelf life, you know that,” says Claire. “It’s the way that it has to be.” The fact that this show is casting its firefly glow on Broadway at all feels like a gift. In its gentle robot way, it helps us see ourselves through freshly brushed eyes."

Maybe Happy Ending review: heart-grabbing robot Broadway musical by Adrian Horton

"This refreshingly original musical, first staged in Seoul in 2016 and directed here by Michael Arden (most recently of Broadway’s excellent Parade revival), makes swift work of time and space; sheer layers of digital displays (video design by George Reeve), impressively constructed modular sets (scenic design and additional video design by Dane Laffrey) and Criss’s rote movements succinctly illustrate the patter and (robot) heartbreak of Oliver’s daily routine over 12 years in the Helperbot Yards, waiting for an owner who never comes back." [...] "[...] Criss’s at first overtly physical performance – the startled, staccato movements and jerkiness of a machine – settles along with Clarie’s scorn into beloved familiarity over the course of the show’s 1 hour and 45 minutes. Both robots struggle with their obsolescence and hard drive memories of past humans, and the strange tale kicks into gear once they hit the road as reluctant buddies in a quest for answers." [...] "Which may hit one’s hardened soul – it did mine, a bit – while still pulling some punches. You will likely leave without a song stuck in your head, but with a lump in your throat nonetheless."

‘Maybe Happy Ending’ review: Romantic robot musical is glorious on Broadway — really by Johnny Oleksinski

"The sublime start of “Maybe Happy Ending” is the closest I have ever come to experiencing a Pixar movie on Broadway. Oliver, a lonely robot played by Darren Criss, goes through his usual daily routine — over and over and over again." [...] "This big swing of a musical wouldn’t work without the perfectly tuned performances of Criss and Shen. These roles could easily be twee and irksome — they are anything but. Criss’ Oliver is a smiley mix of J. Pierpont Finch from “How To Succeed” and Pee-Wee Herman with a bit of earnest boy next door. He’s a bucket of bolts with a heart of gold."

When Robots Meet Cute: Maybe Happy Ending by Sara Holdren

"Park and Aronson get a lot of mileage out of the pair trading barbs over their different model types — one of the most genuinely funny bits involves Claire recalling a function by which the Helperbot 3 must respond with “You’re welcome” any time someone says “Thank you” — and it’s all very Threes Are From Mars and Fives Are From Venus. It’s a little easy, but the show’s not trying to be hard, and Shen and Criss are the ones who make it work. Shen especially is a delight to watch, with an open, emotive face full of quicksilver expressions and a tartness that can turn explosive when she needs it to. “You just said it was my turn!” she roars at one point during a shared song in which Oliver keeps blithely noodling over her. It is — another requisite of the genre — #relatable." [...] “Why, love?” croons Gil Brentley from Oliver’s record player. “Why did we bother to try love? … When all things end in good-bye, love, / Why did we dream that this fate would not be ours?” If you find yourself cruising the streamers at night, sipping chamomile tea and searching for Sliding Doors and Sweet November and French Kiss, then Maybe Happy Ending is waiting for you."

[lifewithaview]

Jimmi Simpson and Evan Rachel Wood in Westworld (2016) Contrapasso

S1E5

Logan, William, Dolores and Slim head to Pariah, a dangerous and wild town of outcasts, to meet El Lazo. They team up and El Lazo tells that there is a shipment of nitroglycerin that he wants. They ambush a wagon to steal the explosive for the army, but Slim is killed. William shoots and kills the escort team and they return to Pariah to party in a brothel, where William and Logan have an argument. Dolores sees El Lazo stealing the nitroglycerin and she asks William to flee with her. Meanwhile, the Man in Black is riding with Lawrence and Teddy; out of the blue, he kills Lawrence to use his blood to save Teddy to force him to lead him to Wyatt. Elsie finds that someone is transmitting data out of the park and decides to investigate.

*This is the first episode that doesn't open with Dolores at the very first frame.

[heartfullofleeches]

Ranking my non-human darling's by how much they like to take baths and how willing they are to let their yan(s) bathe them:

Puppy Streamer/Mall Security Darling: 1000/10. Loves a hot bath after a day at the gym or at work. Washing all that fur themself is a bit of a pain so some assistance is much appreciated

Cat Streamer Darling: -10/10 As a grown ass person they can wash themselves just fine. Only takes a bath if they haven't showered in a couple days. Hates every second of it

Bunny Streamer Darling: 5/10. Also prefers to wash themselves, but so long as their yan has a gentle hand they'll eventually warm up to the idea

Alien Streamer Darling: 9/10. Confused by these human bonding rituals, but never doubts the words of their dear friends. Probably enjoys eating bath soap.

Incubus Darling: 10/10. Sees past their yan's little tricks, but would never say no to free pampering. Be sure to polish their horns well, love

Angel/Cupid Darling: 9/10. Not sure to a mortal form and loves some assistance. Lil hesitant about letting people touch their wings due to how sensitive they are, but warms up to it with a bit of love and patience

Werewolf Bodyguard Darlingx: 4/10. Only allows others to bathe them if their fur is covered in too much filth to get out on their own like mud/blood

Werewolf Sheriff Darling: 0/10. Just give them a bucket and fuck off.

Ghoul Darling: 3/10. Scary.... Their Yan has to be extremely cautious or risk scrubbing off bits of their flesh. Easy to persuade with treats for good behavior

Evan's Spouse Darling: 0/10 when they first met. 11/10 currently. Stinky fleshy eater was initially frightened by bathing because it got rid of their natural scent and Evan used nasty 5 in 1 body soap. Now that he switched over to soaps with a more fruity and they moved into a place with a tub they both could get in, they look forward to every bath.

Cult Monster Darling: 2/10 at first. 100/10. Monster Darling was cautious of humans and nearly ran away when they mentioned bathtime as to their previous cartakers it meant chaining them down and spraying them with a hose. The cultists nor darling's mate would ever subject them to such torture and bathe them with the utmost care which they grow to love.

Sea Creature Darling: -1000/10. Fuck you. They live in water- there's no need to give them a bath. Thinks their caretaker's just want any excuse to touch them. Nearly took someone's eye out just for having a sponge near them.

Clown Fish Darling: 1000/10. Fun! Sees bath time as play time which can be a hassle for their yan if they're washing them in doors. It's best if their yan bathes with them as this darling will mote often than not try to pull them in anyway

Thembo Shark Darling: 7/10. ??? - but, they're in water all the time.... it is nice to have some help picking fish bones out of their teeth and they'd hardly refuse anything if food is involved

Slime Darling: 0/10. Do not need to be bathed and runs risk of losing parts of themselves in the water/down the drain. Likes watching others bathe instead.

Nightlight Darling: 0/10 as an android they do not need baths, but as a caregiver they like to help give them. Acts like one of those floating bathtub lights and can dispense bubbles from their mouth.

Doll Darling: 9/10. Also also doesn't need baths, but it's fun to pretend and if it makes Yan happy they'll gladly do it