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[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 2- merformers Au

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Warnings: mention of wounds.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: Big Blue

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite/ Pod Bull

Age: 50+yrs

Recent illness/injury: lacerations to back/ dorsal/ shoulder. Injuries received from altercations with The Meg ( Aggressor), believed to be due to feeding. (Wounds are healing, no sign of infection)

Behaviour: Gentle, Social.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:12:42pm

Date: 23/05/XXXX

Wt 253.592 Kg. Temp 21.8°c

GA:

Blue and red Oceanide with swirling patterns across the body, fins and gills are red fading into blue. Larger than any of His Pod. Eyes: blue

INTEG: covered in many scars from, Fighting, feeding and Mating.

External Parasites: lamprey

RAVS Animal Condition Score: Good

Reason for RAC Score assigned: For Release out of Pool 4

Addtl Comments: big blue has recovered remarkable from his injuries and is ready to be set back out to the Lagoons with his pod.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: The Meg

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite/ Pod Bull

Age: 50+yrs

Recent illness/injury: lacerations to head and stomach/ bite wounds to arm. Injuries received from altercations with Big blue ( The Meg was the Aggressor), believed to be due to feeding. Wounds still have not headled due to scratching.

Behaviour: aggressive, Terratioral, temperamental.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:2:54pm

Date: 21/05/XXXX

Wt 269.52 Kg. Temp 24.8°c

GA:

Dark grey, light grey with red markings, fins and gills are red . Larger than any of the Oceanides in the centre. Eyes: red

INTEG: covered in many scars from territory fighting, feeding, and mating.

External Parasites: none

RAVS Animal Condition Score: bad

Reason for RAC Score assigned: request to keep Meg in Pool 3

Addtl Comments: the Meg still hasn't fully healed due to scratching and grinding against the pool floor.

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PHYSICAL EXAM / TREATMENT RECORD: Cherry

Species: Oceanides. Sex: Hermaphrodite

Age: 30+yrs

Recent illness/injury: scale Rot on running up tail and fins

Behaviour: (normally) hyper, Social. (Recently): withdrawn, Depressed.

PHYSICAL EXAM Examined by: Dr Bayley Quin

time:1:08m

Date: 26/05/XXXX

Wt 221.32 Kg. Temp 24.2°c

GA:

Red, black and Grey Oceanide. Eyes: blue

INTEG: scales have been showing severe signs of Scale rot,

RAVS Animal Condition Score: bad

Reason for RAC Score assigned: to be kept in Pool 2 until medicine Takes effect.

Addtl Comments from (-----l : Cherry has fallen really badly into Depression, request for Shimmer to be allowed to visit and stay with until recovered.

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Addtl comment from (Dr Bayley Quin): Permission granted, I'd ask that Strom, Screech And Whistler be let out of Pool 7.

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The centre is rather quiet in the afternoon with only a few people being there this late. "Afternoon Nola, how are you handling the flyers?" They call out to the older woman.

Nola sighs wearily as her younger co-worker approaches. "Those rusalka give me more trouble than all the others combined, I swear," she grumbles accent coming out thick.

Gesturing out toward the large pool the three currently rest in, she continues, "They hardly stay put long enough for a proper check! Always zooming about." She huffs.

"Whistler is a right negodyay," Nola remarks with a shake of her head. "I'll keep an eye on them tonight, but going to go check Big man and make sure he eats today, then I'll feed the demons before letting them out, Quins gave me the go ahead to let them back out to the pods" they state with a chuckle.

Nola nods sagely at the caretaker's plan. "You do that, dear - wouldn't do to have the big lug go hungry. Just take it slow and watch Him. one wrong move and..." She mimes a massive set of dentae snapping shut for emphasis.

“I will Nola, he's not that bad, he's just a grumpy big lug, ain't the first time I've fed him, think it's the reason Quin has me feeding most of them.” They remark while scooping fish into the buckets and barriers on the cart out of the fish pools.

"Hey there Big Man" they say softly walking to the edge of the water standing there to see what mood the large grey Oceanide is in. "Are you going to try and eat me again?" They call out. Within the pool's cool depths, a massive form begins slowly stirring their approach. After all, the Oceanides could feel the vibrations of their steps. The Meg glances toward them with a rumble, crimson eyes glinting with annoyance.

His fins and gills flare briefly as if to try and scare them off but after it doesn't work a grumbling noise comes from him. They slowly sat at the edge waiting for him to come closer, even if he didn't let them touch it at least gave them the opportunity to check his wounds to make sure they were healing.

They bring the bucket of fish to sit beside them almost like bribery. "Don't you growl at me" they call out with a glare while grabbing a fish and holding it up to see what they had for him. With immense leisure he slowly prowls closer through the water.

He circles the tiny creature slowly, letting the churning wake of his bulk send ripples lapping at the pool's edge in a rumbling wave of threat. But as they make no move borne of fear, merely proffering bribes of fuel and medical care, a grudging respect glints within those warped features.

They put on a brave face while lowering the squirming fish into the water, holding it by the mouth. "Come on Big man, just want to see how you're healing" they say softly while waiting for him to approach.

His maw parts, releasing a snarl that vibrates the waters ominously - yet he doesn't charge or attack. He swims close, browling again before taking the Fish from their hand.

The fish vanishes into his mouth followed by crunches, a deep rumble leaves his chest and he glares at them waiting for another.

His form seems to ripple and swirl the water as his tail flicks slowly. They are gentle while reaching out very slowly to touch his face checking the fresh scars. Their other hand grabs another fish, holding it out for him to eat. "Gentle big guy, I'll get you more, no ones stealing your fish" they hum.

A disgruntled rumble resonates from his massive frame as their hands trace the recent wounds. The fish vanishes as quickly as the first before a low whistle leaves him as he lets his head rest on their lap as they feed him more fish.

"You need to stop getting into fights with Big blue, gonna get yourself hurt even more. You two bulls are a nightmare sometimes he's not trying to take your pod or fish" they state softly bring the bucket closer so Megatron could pick out the fish he wanted to eat.

His dentae snap down on another before he grabs for the squid and clams, the crunching of the shells echoes in the quiet night. A low, primal snarl rumbles up from the depths of his chest which has them tensing up. His gills flexes and flare, as he sniffs the air.

"Easy big man, easy" they coo, tracing the flared fins of his face. "That angry at him huh?" They nearly whisper. "The more you two fight the more you both end up back in here till your wounds heal, no ocean swimming till you heal"

he hisses, tail lashing hard enough to send waves crashing against the pool's rim. growls leave him and he quickly flicks around away from them. They sigh as he darts back into the water, sitting there for a while before tipping the rest of the bucket into the water so he still had fish, kelp and clams to eat. He submerges himself in the pool's cool concealment once more. They give the large mer one last look before grabbing their cart and leaving him.

Making their way to the next lagoon. The three sea skipping Oceanides head immediately snap towards the newly-arrived scent of food. The trine observers with fierce scarlet eyes, powerful frames arching and twisting through the water with the grace.

Screech breaks the surface first, fins flared with a Shrill. circling nearer the waters edge.

Whistler calls out in a little song of delight to see them wildly, breaking the surface with a splash. "Hello you three, giving Nola trouble again?" They ask rather disapprovingly.

The trine draws near as one, awaiting food eagerly. They sigh as the three mers hiss, thrill and rumble at them. "Yea, yea, I know dinner time." They hum while moving to the cart. "Don't you drag me in!" They warn before tipping the barrel of fish into the water. No sooner do the fish spill into the water than a trill rings out. powerful arms snake about their waist - and with a mighty splash, Whistler drags them into the water!

The seeker coos and thrills madly, spiralling through the depths with his prize clasped close against slick violet and black scales. Bubbles stream from his grinning maw. A deep snarl leaves the Blue Oceanides, only for Whistler to let out a soft whine and he tries nuzzling against them. They cough and spit water, trying to swim to the side not wanting to get caught in the feeding frenzy.

Storm appears quickly snagging them from the purple Mer pulling them safe against his body. It's a deep rumble from Storm, screech subsides with a sulky snarl but quickly swims off to catch fish. They cling onto the blue Oceanides as he slowly helps them back onto the land. "Thank you Storm" water drips from their now drenched uniform. They glare at the other two mers.

The other two continue to cavort and squabble over fish. Storm calls out softly to them which earns him a quick glance. They move back over to another bucket grabbing it grumpily, moving to sit in front of the Blue mer. "Well since those two want to be demons I guess you get the treats" they mutter while pulling out a handful of clams and sea weed for him.

Screech slinks nearer across the waters with a loud purr. Whistler chitters excitedly, zipping through the shallows to plaster himself against his pool mates flank, whining pleadingly.

What really makes the other two mers whine is when they pull out the Squid. Letting Storm eat it smugly. Screech shrill warbling of outrage pierces the quiet air the moment the squid is given to the blue mer. shrieks, and gills flared along with his wings which twitched in barely restrained fury. Whistler writhes and chitters jealousy. He eyes the succulent mollusk. "No you two want to be demons, no treats." They huff out not falling for the thrills and chritters.

A little after they finish feeding they move to open the canal that leads back into the cove. All three shoot up in excitement, jetting out the moment the gate is open. Excited thrills and calls leave them which others echo back at them.

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[sydsaint]

He will be the death of me I swear 😩

Summary: The reader has her sights set on a certain Megastar at the annual NYE party.

"That's the dress you're going to wear?" Dakota raises a brow at your choice of attire.

"What's wrong with it?" You reply from in front of the mirror in your bedroom. "I think that I look hot." You add as you adjust the way the dress hugs your body slightly.

Dakota tilts her head to reach the hair in the back with her curler. "Well yeah, you look hot." She admits. "Maybe a little too hot is what I'm saying." She explains. "I don't know. You look great Y/N."

"Thanks, Dakota." You giggle. "And if you must know. Which I know you do. I'm on a mission tonight." You inform her and walk over to the vanity.

"Oh?" Dakota replies. "What kind of mission?" She asks you, moving over so you can sit down next to her.

You sit down and reach over to open up your makeup bag. "Tonight I am not missing out on my New Year's kiss." You inform her with determination in your eyes. "And not only am I getting that kiss. But I'm getting it from LA Knight."

"Knight?" Dakota snickers. "Isn't he like twice your age?" She asks you. "Why him? I mean there are so many other guys you could be jumping tonight." She points out.

"Do you have eyes, Dakota?" You ask her. "Not working ones if you don't think that Knight is super dreamy." You tease her.

Dakota giggles and finishes curling her hair. "If you say so, N/N."

The two of you finish getting ready for the party then meet up with, Bayley, Iyo, and a few of your friends from NXT. Cora Jade is the one you know best, so that's who you search out when everyone is together.

"Cora!" You beam when you spot the former NXT women's champ. "Oh my gosh! You look great!" You compliment her outfit.

"Y/N!" Cora hurries over to you for a hug. "It's so good to see you!" She gushes. "I miss having you on NXT. But hey, it must be so cool being on Smackdown now." She adds.

You nod and exchange a hug with her. "Oh gosh, it's so cool!" You insist. "And it's so nice having a fresh new roster of guys to flirt with." You joke.

You and Cora both laugh and head inside for the party. You get inside and mingle with Cora for a bit while people are still arriving.

"So, who do you have your sights on tonight?" Cora asks you as she scans the crowd.

"I've got my sights set on LA Knight." You answer her and scan the crowd as well in search of your target.

Cora nods and turns back to you. "Still chasing after guys twice your age then, Y/N?" Cora teases you with a grin.

"Yep. You still got your hooks in Breakker?" You quip back. "Or have you moved on from ol' blockhead Bron?" You joke.

"Funny." Cora rolls her eyes playfully. "Bron and I are still going out." She confirms. "He'll be here a bit later with Carmelo, Trick, and a few other NXT guys."

You nod and make a scan of the crowd again. Your eyes wander over to the bar and come to a stop on your target. LA Knight.

You find Knight leaned casually against the bar talking with Grayson Waller and Charlotte Flair.

"Wow, drooling already, Y/N?" Cora laughs when she catches you staring.

"You'd be staring too if you were me." You reply, gaze locked on Knight like a predator to its unsuspecting prey. "I'm suddenly feeling thirsty, gonna go grab a drink."

Cora laughs again and nods. "Careful, Y/N. That's a tall drink of water you plan on tasting!" She calls after you.

A smirk plays on your lips as you make your way across the bar to where Knight is. Charlotte gets up right as you arrive and leaves her spot open for you.

"Evening, boys." You quip as you make it to the bar.

Knight and Waller briefly stop their conversation to acknowledge you. Waller gives you a brief smile and a nod before turning back to his drink. But you notice Knight's gaze linger.

"Well, I'll be damned." Knight chuckles to himself. "Don't you look all dolled up tonight, sweetheart?" He peers at you with a curious glint in his eyes.

"Do I?" You reply casually. "Hmmm. I wonder why that could be?" You ask playfully.

Knight shoulders past Waller and leans against the bar next to you. "What are you drinking?" He asks you.

"Whatever you're paying for." You reply with a grin.

Your response earns another hearty chuckle from Knight as the bartender makes his way over to the two of you. "Get the lady whatever she wants and put it on my tab." He informs the bartender. "And fill me back up, will you buddy."

The bartender nods and steps away to grab the drinks after you make your order. Once he's gone, Knight turns his attention back on you.

"There's a lot of single guys in here tonight." Knight points out. "And I bet they've been all over you. Especially in that." He adds.

"Some have, yeah." You nod. "What's your point?" You quirk a brow at Knight.

The bartender comes back with your drinks and Knight picks up his for a taste. "I saw you with that girl Cora when you came in," Knight explains. "And you've been sending guys packing all night."

"So you've been watching me all night?" You reply, a hint of a smile in the corners of your mouth as you bring your glass to your lips.

"Can you blame me, doll?" Knight replies. "And besides, you don't seem interested in sending me packing." He grins at you.

You set down your drink and nod. "You're buying me drinks." You tease him.

Knight chuckles again and nods. "Please, you could get any man in here to buy you drinks, sweetheart." He assures you. "Hell, all you'd have to do is bat those pretty eyes at the bartender and I'd bet he'd give you anything you wanted." He nods to the bartender now busy with some other patrons.

"Does that mean all I have to do is bat my eyes at you to get what I want?" You turn your body toward Knight with a suggestive smile.

"Depends on what you want, sweetheart." Knight leans in a bit.

The chaotic and varied chatter in the room starts to fade and is replaced by the whole room counting down the last minute of the year.

"How about a kiss to start?" You ask, suggestiveness dripping in your tone.

"To start?" Knight's eyebrows raise slightly.

ten...nine...eight...seven...

You bat your eyes at him a couple of times and lean in to close the remainder of the gap between the two of you.

six...five...four...three...two...one...

Your eyes flutter shut and you feel a pair of warm large hands on your waist followed by soft lips that taste the fainest like Bourbon.

"Happy New Year!" The crowd all cheers as you open your eyes again.

"Happy New Year, darlin'." Knight grabs his glass from the bar and raises it.

"Yes, it is." You giggle and do the same.

[madhatterbri]

Last First Kiss | Bayley Part 1

Summary: Bayley thinks about her roommate.

Author's Note: Happy birthday to everyone's favorite role model.

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction

Bayley sat in the plane home from Scotland deep in thought. It wasn't about work despite the fact that she was surrounded by her sleeping co-workers. It wasn't about the hours that she was about to be on the plane or the jet lag. All her thoughts were consumed by Y/N.

She wondered what Y/N was doing while she was away. She had several hobbies that she wanted to start during summer break. Maybe she was finally starting her little garden. She talked about joining a bowling league to take up her time while Bayley was away. Y/N loved national parks. Could she be at one right now?

Bayley wondered if she missed her. Y/N and Bayley liked to joke that they loved being at the house alone while the other was gone. A part of her hoped Y/N thought of her while she was away. Just like she did about her.

The champion scrolled through the pictures on her phone. All the concerts they attended and parks they visited while they were together. Whenever Y/N looked at Bayley in the pictures, she seemed to smile more. Bayley found herself getting hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, they could develop into something more.

Bayley was afraid that Y/N would run away from her at her confession of wanting more. There was no way Y/N could walk out of her life. She was so important. But she knew she couldn't just hide her feelings anymore. She had to do something.

Bayley wanted to be her last first kiss. Take things to the next level and just see what happens. She knew they would be perfect together.

She asked several of her friends how to confess her feelings to Y/N. They all just laughed at her. It was obvious to them that Y/N felt the same way. They just couldn't decipher if they were both stubborn or two idiots in love.

Bayley just didn't want to make a mistake. A couple of times, she thought herself a fool for having these feelings. Everything was so perfect between them. Why rock the boat?

The role model placed her phone on the tray. Her head rested against the plane wall. She took a deep breath as her eyes started to close. Her thoughts filled with Y/N. A small smile on her face. She'll think about how to confess her feelings by the time she landed. Now she would think of a plan.

[theunderestimator-2]

Punk Magazine staff: photograher Roberta Bayley, journalist Mary Harron & co-founding editor John Holstrom as captured outside CBGB by Godlis in 1977.

Mary Harron, a filmmaker in later years best known as the director of American Psycho, had actually lived in England and had attended Oxford University before moving to NYC and becoming part of its '70s punk scene. In 1976 she was sent to London to interview the Sex Pistols for Legs McNeil's legendary Punk Magazine:

"You could really feel the world moving and shaking that autumn of 1976 in London. I felt that what we had done as a joke in New York had been taken for real in England by a younger and more violent audience. And that somehow in the translation, it had changed, it had sparked something different. What to me had been a much more adult and intellectual bohemian rock culture in New York, had become this crazy teenage thing in England. I remember going to see the Damned play that summer, who I thought were really terrible. I was wearing my Punk magazine T-shirt and I got mobbed. I mean I can't tell you the reception I got. Everyone was so excited that I was wearing this T-shirt that said "Punk". I was just speechless. There I was backstage, and there were hundreds of little kids, like nightmares, you know, like little ghouls with bright red dyed hair with white faces. They were alll wearing chains and swastikas and things stuck in their head, and I was like, 'Oh my god, what have we done? What have we created?' I felt like we had been doing this thing--and now that we had created something else that we never intended, or expected. I think English punk was much more volatile and edgy and more dangerous." Mary Harron from "Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk"

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[south-of-heaven]

Could you do either a Sonya deville,Bayley or Becky x reader (they are my favs and I cant pick who I’m in the mood for rn)

Reader comes home after a whole week of non stop wrestling and Sonya,Bayley,Becky (whoever you chose) cooked reader her favourite dinner

Favourite || Bayley x Reader

Summary: Arriving home after a week of non-stop wrestling only to find that your girlfriend has prepared your favourite food honestly has you on the verge of tears.

A/N: This just really felt like a thing that Bayley would do so I had to go with her.

After an exhausting week of non-stop wrestling, you couldn't wait to finally return home. The road had been relentless, and the only thing that kept you going was the thought of being in your girlfriend Bayley's arms again. The moment you turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door, a wave of warmth and a delicious aroma hit you, instantly easing the fatigue that had settled in your bones.

As you stepped into your home, you were greeted by the sight of soft candlelight flickering around the living room, casting a warm and inviting glow. The scent of your favorite food wafted through the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your heart swelling with affection for the thoughtful gesture.

"Welcome home," Bayley's voice, laced with excitement, reached your ears from the living room.

Following the sound, you entered the cozy space to find Bayley standing there, a beaming smile on her face. She was dressed in comfy loungewear, her hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with love and happiness as she stepped closer to you, her arms opening wide.

Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms tightly around her. The embrace was like a warm and familiar haven, melting away the tension of the past week. Bayley's arms held you close, and her lips pressed against your forehead in a tender kiss.

"I've missed you so much," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine emotion.

"I've missed you too," Bayley replied softly, her fingers gently carding through your hair. "I wanted to make sure you had a special welcome home."

The living room had been transformed into a cozy haven, with blankets and cushions strewn across the couch. A table had been set up in front of it, laden with plates of your favorite food. Your stomach rumbled again at the sight, and Bayley chuckled, her fingers tracing circles on your back.

"Come on, let's eat," she said, leading you over to the couch.

You settled down on the cushions, and Bayley joined you, her thigh pressing against yours as she sat close. The two of you shared a soft smile before digging into the delicious meal. The flavors exploded on your taste buds, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

"This is amazing," you mumbled between bites.

Bayley's smile widened, and she bumped her shoulder against yours playfully. "I know it's your favorite, so I had to make it."

As you ate, you shared stories from the week, the exhaustion slowly melting away with every laugh and tender glance exchanged between you. Bayley's presence was like a comforting anchor, grounding you in the midst of the chaos that often came with your demanding career.

After the meal, you leaned back against the cushions, feeling a sense of relaxation you hadn't experienced in days. Bayley leaned in, her lips brushing against your cheek before she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I wanted to make sure you felt at home as soon as you walked through the door," she murmured against your mouth.

"You more than succeeded," you replied, your voice a gentle whisper.

Bayley's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the two of you basked in the cozy atmosphere. The television played softly in the background, but it was the simple presence of each other that brought the greatest comfort.

As you rested against the cushions, feeling the love radiating between you and Bayley, you couldn't help but think that this was exactly where you belonged. In the warmth of your home, in the arms of the person who made every journey worth it.

[queenielacy]

WWE really fucked themselves over because they could have set up Rock vs Roman naturally had they allowed Cody and Roman to go through their storyline and then have Rock appear at Wrestlemania to either help or hurt Roman. This could have been a slow burn, a year of back and forth culminating at the next Wrestlemania, but they were impatient and just decided to insert Rock and it didn’t fit. Now, to fix their mistake, Bayley probably won’t get her main event (tbh, I wasn’t sure if she was going to get it anyway) and Drew is an afterthought even though he won the chamber and should be the co-main event.

[msbigredmachine]

My Royal Rumble predictions:

Women’s Rumble match - Bayley wins. The Damage Ctrl story is reaching a fever pitch. This might be the Batista-Evolution story all over again. IYO and co. will think Bayley is going to challenge Rhea until they give her a reason not to.

Bayley and Bianca start the match

U.S. championship match - Logan Paul retains via cheating. That way Kevin won’t look weak. Rumors are that LA Knight might take the title from Logan at Mania.

Undisputed title match - My Tribal Chief retains, duh.

Men’s Rumble match - As much as it pains me to say it, CM Punk wins. He 100% signed to main event one night of WrestleMania like he’s always wanted. Seth will be fit by April.

Jimmy and Jey start the match.

Returns/Debuts:

Naomi

Jade Cargill

Braun Strowman

Big E (just me being hopeful. If he doesn’t, I’ll have zero problems)

Pat McAfee (token celebrity)

Would have put Brock, but his name is smeared all over that Vince BS so that’s gone.

Sami Zayn

Thoughts?

[toughpaperround]

911 Cast Bios

Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.

Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)

Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)

Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)

Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)

Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)

Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)

Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)

Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)

Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)

Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)

Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)

Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)

Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)

Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)

Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)

Tara Karsian (Ruth)

Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)

Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)

Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)

Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)

Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)

Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)

Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)

Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)

Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)

Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)

George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)

Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)

Nicole Delgado (Maynard, flashback in 3x07)

Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)

Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)

Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)

Rumer Willis (Georgia, train Vic, 3x18)

Brooke Shields (counsellor, 3x18)

Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)

Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)

Colin McCalla (Connor, Buck's friend)

Chelsea Kane (Kameron, Connor's wife)

Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)

Laith Wallschleger (133 medic, 6x15)

Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)

Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)

Mercedes Colon (Ship Captain, 7x01-3)

Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)

Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)

Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)

Richard Brooks (Chief Simpson, s7)

Exie Booker (Carl, 7x06)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner (Amir, s7)

Veronica Falcón (Cllr Ortiz, s7)

John Brotherton (Tim Nash, 7x08)

Tony Amendola (Herman, 7x08)

Paul Nobrega (Monty the Beekeeper, 8x01)

Hotshots group, s8: Callum Blue (Brad); Justin Taite (#1); Morgan West (director) & 1st AD

Bee-nado airplane gang: Cindy Chavez (Capt Dominguez); Devin McGee (Co-pilot); Bayley Corman (Tia); (Mr & Mrs Grandparent);

Adela Paez (Nurse Camila, 8x03 etc)

In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:

Finnigan and Silverman (divorcing couple, 8x06)

Zach Tinker (Officer Sparks, LAPD, 8x07)

Kelvin Han Yee

Glenn Plummer (Dennis Jenkins, 3x07, s8a)

Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.

[grandmaster-anne]

The King’s cousin David Linley on his new career

The Times article by Lisa Grainger | Published 25 January 2023

The Earl of Snowdon talks to Lisa Grainger about his book on English crafts, and mentoring future creators at his furniture-making college at Highgrove

There aren’t many people who’ll admit that crafts can reduce them to tears. The Earl of Snowdon is one of them. At one event, he recalls, musicians including Jeff Beck, Mike Rutherford and the Clash were invited to meet and interact with “incredible luthiers, who make violins and guitars and cellos”. It was “just magical”, he says. “It really did bring a tear to the eye . . .”

Since David Linley, King Charles III’s cousin, became the first royal to follow a vocation — producing handmade furniture — and set up an eponymous business, he has been one of Britain’s most vocal champions of crafts. Which is why he wrote a book, Craft Britain: Why Making Matters, co-authored by Helen Chislett, to bring attention to extraordinary craftspeople around the country.

The glossy tome, with an erudite introduction by the design writer Stephen Bayley, is not only a directory of all the key crafts organisations from Cornwall to the Hebrides but a compendium of some of our nation’s most remarkable makers. It takes in embroiderers based in Hampton Court Palace and chair craftsmen from Orkney, leather sculptors and cobblers, marquetry specialists and even a whip-maker.

Sadly, Chislett says, some crafts were left out of the book because the skills have died out. For instance, England no longer has a cricket ball manufacturer even though the game was invented here, “and we probably won’t make bats for much longer”. Hand-stitched kilt-making is on the Heritage Crafts Association Red List of Endangered Crafts, as is neon sign-making; even bell-making is on its way out, with churchgoing declining.

On the other hand, there are crafts that are growing. Ceramic-makers, for instance, have sprung up in the southwest of the country. In Newcastle metalworkers whose families previously might have made ships are constructing metal furniture. Chislett adds that crafts fairs are becoming increasingly popular, particularly with the younger generation. “They’re a lot more into sustainability . . . and you are less likely to throw something away if you know who made it.”

There’s a growing appreciation of bespoke objects at the very high end of the market, Linley says. At his furniture company (from which he resigned in November) clients loved coming in to commission bespoke pieces with little quirks: a secret drawer with a martini shaker in it, or an inkwell filled with a specific colour of ink. “You can fantasise about what you like and get someone to bring it to life,” he says.

His own London home — “a little flat, which I am very lucky to have” — is filled with handcrafted items that have meaning: a pair of candlesticks that belonged to his theatre-designer uncle Oliver Messel; cushions embroidered by British seamstresses; tables turned by fellow carpenters; a pair of bespoke British shoes made “in precisely the colour and style and shape I like”. Each of them feels special, because “there is something rather lovely about a piece that’s come from the hand of a human”, he says. “It resonates with the human spirit.”

The next part of Linley’s professional journey, he says, will be nurturing others who want to work with their hands. At Street Farm at Highgrove, the Gloucestershire home of the King, an old barn has been converted into the Snowdon School of Furniture, where Linley is going to help to mentor the next generation of furniture-makers. “I am 61 now,” he says, “and it’s time to step back and allow the young people at Linley do things how they want. I have worked all my life creating a brand. And I can now do things for the Prince’s Foundation that are enjoyable and freeing.”

Having made furniture for almost 40 years, Linley says he’s relishing the fact that crafts are becoming more mainstream. “Today you’ll hear Tracey Emin talk about craft, and even sportsmen. This morning on Radio 4 a commentator was talking about a footballer as a craftsman and comparing him to Picasso. That might have been a comparison too far — but there is now far more recognition of the skills needed to do something well. And that can only be a good thing.”

[raquel-lopez]

POEMA PARA UN ALMA DESPIERTA "No ιᥒtᥱᥒtᥱs ᥴᥲmbιᥲr ᥲ ᥒᥲdιᥱ, ᥣιmίtᥲtᥱ ᥲ ιᥣᥙmιᥒᥲr ρorqᥙᥱ ᥱs tᥙ ᥣᥙz ᥣᥲ qᥙᥱ ιᥒvιtᥲ ᥲ tᥙ ρrójιmo ᥲ ᥴᥲmbιᥲr. Qᥙᥱ ᥱᥒ ᥱstos tιᥱmρos ᥱxtrᥲᥒ̃os ᥱᥒ qᥙᥱ ᥱᥣᥱgιstᥱ voᥣvᥱr, tᥙ tᥲrᥱᥲ, ᥴomρᥲᥒ̃ᥱro ᥒo ᥱs otrᥲ qᥙᥱ ᥣᥲ dᥱ “Sᥱr”. Y sι ᥱ́sᥱ qᥙᥱ vᥲ ᥲ tᥙ ᥣᥲdo sᥱ ᥱᥒᥴᥙᥱᥒtrᥲ dormιdo ᥲᥴᥲso, rᥱsρᥱtᥲ sᥙ dᥱsᥲrroᥣᥣo ყ sᥙ ᥲρᥲrᥱᥒtᥱ rᥱtrᥲso. Coᥒtᥱ́mρᥣᥲᥣo ᥴoᥒ tᥱrᥒᥙrᥲ ყ ᥲᥴᥱ́ρtᥲᥣo tᥲᥣ ᥴᥙᥲᥣ ᥱs, ყ dᥱ́jᥲᥣo qᥙᥱ ρrosιgᥲ mᥲrᥴhᥲᥒdo sobrᥱ sᥙs ριᥱs. No tᥱ oᥣvιdᥱs qᥙᥱ ᥱ́ᥣ ᥱstᥲ́ sιgᥙιᥱᥒdo sᥙ “ρᥣᥲᥒ dᥱ vιdᥲ” ᥱsᥱ qᥙᥱ ᥣᥱ ᥲrmó sᥙ ᥲᥣmᥲ ᥲᥣ ρrᥱρᥲrᥲr sᥙ vᥱᥒιdᥲ. Y tᥙ́ ᥒo ρᥙᥱdᥱs ᥣogrᥲr qᥙᥱ ᥱᥣᥱvᥱ sᥙs vιbrᥲᥴιoᥒᥱs, ᥒι ᥴoᥒ ρrᥱsιoᥒᥱs ᥲbιᥱrtᥲs ᥒι sᥙtιᥣᥱs ᥱmρᥙjoᥒᥱs. Porqᥙᥱ hᥲყ ᥴιᥴᥣos ᥱᥒ ᥣᥲ vιdᥲ qᥙᥱ ᥒo sᥱ ρᥙᥱdᥱᥒ forzᥲr ¡ყᥲ sᥙ ᥴorᥲzóᥒ ᥙᥒ dίᥲ sᥱ ᥲbrιrᥲ́ dᥱ ρᥲr ᥱᥒ ρᥲr! Y ᥱᥒtᥱᥒdᥱrᥲ́ ᥴᥲbᥲᥣmᥱᥒtᥱ dᥱ formᥲ ᥴᥣᥲrᥲ ყ ᥴᥱrtᥱrᥲ, qᥙᥱ ᥱstᥲ vιdᥲ ᥱs soᥣᥲmᥱᥒtᥱ, ᥙᥒᥲ ιᥣᥙsιóᥒ ρᥲsᥲjᥱrᥲ. Tᥙ́ ᥱᥒtrᥲ ᥱᥒ tᥙ ρroριo sιᥣᥱᥒᥴιo, ყ ᥱᥒ formᥲ sᥙᥲvᥱ ყ ᥴᥲᥣᥣᥲdᥲ, dᥱjᥲ qᥙᥱ tᥙ ᥣᥙz ιᥒtᥱrᥒᥲ sᥱ fιᥣtrᥱ ρor tᥙ mιrᥲdᥲ. Tᥙ ιmρroᥒtᥲ sᥙᥲvᥱ ყ sᥱrᥱᥒᥲ ρrodᥙᥴᥱ sᥙ ρroριᥲ ᥲᥴᥴιóᥒ, ყ ᥱsρᥲrᥴᥱ sobrᥱ ᥣᥲs ᥴosᥲs, sιᥣᥱᥒᥴιosᥲ ιᥒsριrᥲᥴιóᥒ. Y ᥴᥙᥲᥒdo dᥱjᥲs qᥙᥱ ᥱᥣ otro trᥲᥒsmᥙtᥱ sᥙ ρroριᥲ ᥴrᥙz, ᥒo ιᥒtᥱᥒtᥱs ᥴᥲmbιᥲr ᥲ ᥒᥲdιᥱ, dᥱjᥲ qᥙᥱ ᥱᥒᥴᥙᥱᥒtrᥱ sᥙ ᥣᥙz."

✍ Shᥲᥒkᥲr Nᥱhrᥙ Sᥱthι

POEM FOR AN AWAKEN SOUL

"Do not try to change anyone, just illuminate because it is your light that invites your neighbor to change. That in these strange times in which you chose to return, your task, partner is none other than to "Be". And if that who is next to you is perhaps asleep, respect his development and his apparent delay. Contemplate him tenderly and accept him as he is, and let him continue marching on his feet. Do not forget that he is following his "life plan" that that armed his soul when preparing his coming. And you cannot make him raise his vibrations, not even with open pressures or subtle pushes. Because there are cycles in life that cannot be forced, and one day his heart will open wide! even! And you will fully understand, clearly and accurately, that this life is only a passing illusion. You enter your own silence, and softly and quietly, let your internal light filter through your gaze. Your imprint soft and serene produces its own action, and spreads over things, silent in spiration. And when you let the other transmute his own cross, you don't try to change anyone, let him find his light."

✍ Shankar Nehru Sethi

Illustration by Elaine Bayley

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[sydsaint]

My fav cocky fashion disaster <3

Summary: The reader pays for her family to take a vacation in Australia while she's there for Elimination Chamber. While enjoying her off time, the reader runs into Grayson who she's got a huge thing for.

"Dude, this is so cool." Your brother admires the hotel with awe. "What is this like a 5 star hotel?" He turns to you.

"Four star." You correct him with a grin. "I'd have gotten the five for everyone, but it was all booked up. So sorry your highness." You tease him.

Your brother rolls his eyes and follows you inside to get checked in. He takes his time checking out everything he passes all the way up to the check-in desk. "So are any of the people you work with staying here too?" He asks you curiously.

"Most of us are staying at the one across the way." You nod behind you back outside. "But a few of them could be here. We all travel differently. Why? You looking to get some pictures with all the girls I work with?" You tease him again.

"Whatever." Your brother groans.

You get checked in and head up to the room. Your parents took an earlier flight so they're already checked in and out and about.

"Alright, here is your room key." You hand your brother the key to his room. "Mom and Dad are right through that door." You point to the door off to the side of the room. "But you've got your own bed and bathroom in here. TV is hooked up with Australian Cable if you're interested in that." You explain. "But I assume you'll be spending most of your time down at the beach trolling for girls, right?"

"Damn right." Your brother laughs. "Come on! Let's het unpacked and head down!" He insists.

You laugh and watch your brother eagerly start unpacking to find his swim trunks and other beachwear. You're already wearing a Bikini under your short and shirt so you're all good for the beach. While you wait you send a quick text to your parents and let them know you and your bro are headed down to the beach for the afternoon.

Once your brother is ready you both head down to the beach. You run into Dakota and Bayley on the way and greet them.

"Dakota! Bayley! What's up ladies?" You walk over to the pair.

"YN! Hey!" Dakota runs over to you excitedly. "I was wondering where you were. Who's this?" She notices your brother staring at her in awe as she hugs you.

You laugh and knock your brother in the shoulder to break him out of his trance. "This is my little brother, B/N." You introduce them. "B/N, I'm sure you recognize Dakota and Bayley."

"Y-yeah." B/N nods sheepishly.

You laugh and turn back to Bayley while your brother attempts to talk with Dakota. "Sorry I'm late to the party, Bayley. I flew my parents and brother out for a vacation this week so I was busy with all that." You explain.

"Really? That was super cool of you, YN." Bayley replies. "And hey no worries, we've got plenty of time before Elimination Chamber on Saturday right?" She assures you. "Me and Dakota are headed up to grab lunch, but we'll see you tomorrow morning for that meet and greet." She adds.

You nod and turn back to your brother to collect him before he embarrasses himself in front of Dakota. "Alright, come on. Let's get down to the beach." You put a hand on his shoulder to guide him away from Dakota. "We'll catch you guys later." You wave goodbye to your friends.

"Yeah, catch you later, YN." Dakota nods as you walk off. "Oh! YN, heads up! Your favorite fashion disaster is down there right now!" She calls after you with a laugh.

You freeze for a second at Dakota's shout before continuing forward toward the beach. "Fashion disaster?" B/N replies. "Who's that?" He asks you.

"No one important." You reply.

You get down to the beach and find a nice spot to set down your stuff and soak up some sun. Your brother sets his stuff down and heads for the water to test it out while you remain on the beach. The area is choc-full of tourists from the surrounding hotels in the area. You spot a few co-workers amongst the crowd. But no one you want to talk to seems to be around.

Then you spot him. Your favorite fashion disaster, as Dakota likes to call him. Grayson Waller. You're surprised to see Waller down here at this tourist spot. You figures that he'd be down at some unknown local spot by now soaking up the sun with Austin and some hottie beach babes. But there he is, leaned up against the beach bar with a drink in his hand and another god-awful shirt covering his shoulders.

You glance toward the beach and spot your brother now mingling with a girl around his age by the water. 'He'll be fine for a few minutes.' You tell yourself as you rise to your feet and head over to the bar. You walk over to the bar nonchalantly and beckon the bartender over while trying your best to ignore Grayson and Austin both peering at you over the rims of their sunglasses.

"YN? That you?" Grayson speaks up first and you turn toward him casually.

"Hmm? Oh, hey Grayson, I didn't notice you." You lie with a sweet smile. "Hey, Austin." You nod to him as well.

Butterflies dance in your stomach as Grayson's eyes rake over your body. You normally Wrestle in paints and a crop top similar to Bayley's so this is the first time he's seeing you show so much skin.

"Damn, YN." Grayson chuckles. "You are wearing that thing like you're doing it a favor." He continues to eye you up like he's in a trance.

"This old thing?" You giggle. "Thanks. I love the shirt by the way." You compliment the zany patterned button-up he's wearing full-open.

Grayson nods and gestures to the bar. "What are you drinking?" He asks you.

"Something light, please." You turn toward the bartender for a second.

"Something light huh?" Grayson replies. "Now what's the fun in that, YN?" He teases you.

You giggle as you're handed a fruity-looking drink. "It's like 2pm." You remind him.

"And?" Grayson replies. "We're on vacation, doll. You should learn to have some more fun." He insists.

You roll your eyes playfully and stir your drink with the umbrella sitting in it. "You know I was surprised to see you down here, Grayson. I figured that you'd of whisked Austin down to some local beach for drinks and beach bimbos." You joke.

"Ah, once you've seen one beach here you've seen them all." Grayson shrugs. "Plus by the looks of you, all the hot beach babes are hanging out here." He adds with a grin.

'This could not be going any better.' You think to yourself. 'I am so finally scoring with him tonight.'

"YN! There you are!" The moment is ruined when your brother comes running up to you at full speed.

Grayson and Austin both look at the young kid, no older than 18 standing at your side now. "This your boyfriend, YN? I had no idea you liked them so young." Grayson teases you.

"Ha! No." You laugh. "This is my brother, B/N." You explain. "I actually flew my whole family out for the week for a little vacation time."

"Oh, nice." Austin comments.

Grayson nods in agreement and your brother tugs on your arm. "Right, just give a minute guys." You reluctantly dismiss yourself from Waller and Theory. "What do you want?" You confront your brother once you're away from the bar.

"Mom has been trying to call you." B/N explains and hands you your phone that you left with your stuff. "Hey, is that fashion disaster guy Dakota was talking about earlier?" He nods back over to the bar. "Grayson Waller right?"

"Yes, it is." You grit your teeth and check your phone. You read through your moms texts and glance back at Grayson and Austin now chatting. "Mom wants you back up at the hotel room." You inform your brother. "So get moving."

Your brother scoffs and shakes his head. "She said she wanted to see you too." He protests. "So lets go."

"B/N." You stare down at your brother. "I'm busy right now."

"Doing what?" B/N teases you. "Trying to flirt with ugly shirt guy? Shouldn't you be going for his friend? That guy is way more ripped." He points to the bar.

You huff out a breath and set a hand on your brothers shoulder. "Do you see that fine Australian man over there, B/N?" You ask him. "Because I sure as hell do. And I've been chasing him around for almost a year now." You explain. "So I swear on my life. The only way I am leaving this beach with anyone besides Grayson Waller is if someone is dying, B/N. Are we clear?"

"Yeah, okay." Your brother stifles a laugh. "I'll be sure to let mom know you're down at the beach trying to get laid rather than spend time with her." He snorts.

"You tell her whatever you want, little brother." You snark back at him. "I'll be having too much fun to care."

B/N scrunches his nose in disgust and walks off. You watch him collect his stuff from your spot before heading back up to the hotel. Once he's out of sight you turn and walk back over to the bar where Grayson and Austin are still hanging out.

"Right, sorry about that." You laugh and lean back on the bar. "Where were we?" You ask Waller.

"Pretty sure Grayson was undressing you with his eyes." Austin snarks with a laugh.

Grayson shoots Austin a look but you just laugh. "Just his eyes? What a shame." You grin and pick your drink back up from the bar.

"Oh?" Grayson replies. "Would you rather I be undressing you with me hands?" He asks you.

"Hands, teeth, whatever works for you, Waller." You wink at him.

Austin and Grayson share a look. You watch them whisper to one another with a cheeky grin. Once they're done whispering Grayson turns back to you.

"Austin's got some work stuff to do for the rest of the afternoon." Grayson informs you. "Why don't we take this up to my hotel room?" He asks you with a suggestive smile.

"Just the afternoon?" You continue to tease Waller with a raised brow.

Austin laughs and shakes his head. "She's going to eat you alive bro." He jokes with Waller.

"And I am perfectly okay with that." Grayson replies and grabs your arm.

"Bye, Austin. Catch you later." You laugh as Waller drags you off and wave to Theory.

[nights-like-this17]

20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @thatbluelight cuz we be forcing each other to read each other’s fics even when we don’t know what’s going on…hate to say it but I lowkey miss reading ur peterick shenanigans…anyway

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

31…simultaneously feels like a lot and not enough

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

333,525

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Written for a lot of different fandoms, most recently for the Thai gl Gap, but in the past I’ve written for the Wrestling fandom (specifically Baysha/Charlynch), Power Rangers (2017), 1 for American Horror Story, 1 for Batwoman, and a couple old fall out boy sprinkled in.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Behind Closed Doors, How Could You Possibly Know?, Look Me In The Eyes, Don’t Look Back In Anger, The Fear of Falling Apart

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES, I feel like there’s so much community in fic writing and I love being able to connect with otherwise strangers over media we both enjoy.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t purposely write angsty “endings” it’s more like I give up on an idea half way through before we can get to the happy ending, like “I Run Back Thoughts of You” is enemies to lovers but only has 1 chapter so we still in the enemies phase…

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Can I Break Down Your Walls? There’s so many ups and downs in that fic but like the ending is so cute and cheesy

8. Do you get hate on any fics?

Not a lot but I’ve definitely got a weird comment or two, I can definitely write some darker themes and people have been weird about it once or twice but it’s praise and support 99% of the time

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ya, def grew into that, wasn’t something I touched in the beginning of writing fic, but like the last few years she’s become more prominent

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, it’s def not my cup of tea in my own writing style, but I can appreciate when other writers do it. Putting different characters/people together like that is a lot for my brain sometimes 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of…👀

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone contacted my a while ago asking if they could translate Behind Closed Doors into Spanish to like record audio of them reading for their YouTube channel…I said yeah but never really checked back 😂

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Ya, I co-wrote a like sequel one-shot of a Power Rangers fic years ago (I Hate To Say I Told You So)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

…probably still Sasha Banks and Bayley even tho we getting crumbs these days…

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sasha Hates Christmas, I usually update it every year around Christmas time and it follows a close to real life story line but I haven’t updated it since 2021

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like there’s a good like general flow, like everything tends to move solidly if that makes sense. I feel like I’m also a poet at heart so I be killing it with the comparisons and like painting the scene with metaphors.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I could work on like making things more realistic, I feel like I always make endings perfect and don’t allow for like human error/nuance all the time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue language in fic?

I have before sparingly, it’s not really my fav, I took 5 years of Spanish in high school…but still can’t w correct grammar/phrasing so I don’t really attempt it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Hate to admit it but the first fic I wrote was like 2013 about Demi/Selena on wattpad and I was down bad

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is hard, I love a lot of my one-shots but I feel like the longer chaptered fics were truly like a labor of love especially with how many times I wanted to quit them. Soooo probably Purple Hurts But Blue Stings Worse or Behind Closed Doors

This was fun and introspective…✌️

Tagging @ahunter8056

[brettdoesdiscourse]

Orange Is The New Black and the "good cop" fallacy

Personally, I think CO Bayley storyline in Orange Is The New Black is a perfect example of what exactly people mean when they say all cops are bastards/bastardized. Of what people mean when they say that there can be no good cops.

"Listen to me. This isn't for someone like you. This place crushes anything good. It's like a monster that's grown too big for it's stubby little legs and now, it's stumbling around, crushing whole cities. You can't survive it, Bayley. Even if you're the city now, one day, you'll be the monster. Working here, it changes who you are."

We first meet him as a young man, barely old enough to even hold the position. And he's very obviously still young. He wants to help in what he's been socialized to see as helping. He thinks being a prison guard is cool and has this glorified image of what it is in his head. A glorified image pushed by society and their idea of the "hero cop."

And despite the fact he doesn't really seem cut out for it, young and immature, he's pushed through and into a position anyway.

He gets virtually no training before he takes the position. Despite Caputo wanting to train the guards in how to use non-lethal force and how to peacefully deescalate in an emergency, Danny is focused solely on the bottom line of the prison and if money is being "wasted" in training them before they start. And so, the guards all begin without training. Yet, they all still had pepper spray and tasers.

And the poor training on both emergency situations and how to handle them non-lethally very quickly catches up to them. During a peaceful protest that turned hectic due to guards pulling inmates off the tables, he ends up killing Poussey.

He didn't intend to, but he absolutely did. And the prison system plays off what he did as necessary and caused by Poussey's actions rather than poor training. They paint Poussey, a young black woman, as a dangerous criminal and a threat to others. A woman who was protesting peacefully and not resisting when she died.

Because it looks better if she is that. If she's a dangerous criminal who caused her own death, rather than the prison being completely at fault

Even when Bailey feels genuine remorse and tries to take accountability for his actions, nobody lets him. The prison does everything it can to preserve their image, including not letting Bailey say it was his fault and that it shouldn't have happened.

But not just the prison. Everybody in his life told him that it was okay and that it was unfortunate it happened, but it wasn't his fault. And just making every excuse they could for the situation.

Bailey's a perfect example of the "good cop" ideology. This image of a good American just wanting to do their part to make the world a better place, someone who doesn't want to hurt others. But it also shows in a system so deeply corrupted, the existence of this "good cop" directly contradicts what prison's prioritize. How society has been brainwashed to feel the same way and to see that as normal.

That people's first response is to justify why police killed somebody because police are only supposed to kill the bad people. So surely, that person was bad and deserved it rather than the cops being bad.

And prisons love to forward this notion because it helps their own priorities. Money over lives and their image over accountability.

A "good person" cannot exist in an inherently bad system. Either they change to conform to that bad system or else they don't end up lasting as an employee of that system.

[mjfsupremacy]

It's all sooo showbiz darling 🙈 I don't know how it all manages to be so obviously over rehearsed but also full of botches 🤣🤣🤣 the women's rumble was awful IMO WWE seemingly did nothing with Jade in 3 months cos she's the exact same Jade from Collision 🤣🤣 no real surprises or shock entrants and we all know Bayley won't get the 1 on 1 match she earned.

Yeah I'm thinking WWE just isn't for me it seems very childish to me.

I completely agree. You'd think something so over the top would be fun to watch but it's just a chore

[mjfass]

I swear Night 2 felt completely off the booking and vibes were a mess compared to Night 1 (save Damage Contrl vs Team Bex and Legends, I agree Bayley and co. shoulda won).

The went from 100 to zero in less than 24 hours.

[codchrist]

Looks like Bayley & Becky are co main eventing

Also SRKO is back