#i had to goole what was wrong

[scardevar]

Bruh- I gave my self a kanker sore by accidentally biting the *Skittle Bits* out of my lip

[instantartific]

I was finally able to get past that pesky bug that wasn't allowing me to defeat Tatiana and I am now having so many emotions about her since I've seen the entire battle.

The fact that her entire argument this whole time isn't as simple as May trying to frame it as "rock is better than EDM," it's simply that EDM is the most reliable output she has personally seen and there is some grounding to what she claims that lies within the artists who produce both kinds of music themselves.

You know all those stories about young, passionate rockstars! They don't care what they do, they live in the moment and live life on the edge and do anything to chase a little bit more of that fire that keeps them going and keeps them playing. Tatiana knows this well enough because she was one herself with the Goolings and she is the remnant of one herself now.

From what I understand, the Goolings fell apart because of differences in priorities. The others were rockstars, they cared about what they felt and what mattered to them, personally, above all. Not the priorities of the people. And because of their love, their passion, their drive, they were able to output so much power for the city, but didn't know how to run it in a way that wasn't controlled by their feelings. Tatiana saw this and Tatiana knew what needed to be done and she did what she had to do to properly use the role they were given and the Goolings fell apart.

Tatiana knows rock is only so powerful because of the artists who make it but those artists are terribly unreliable and she knows this all too well. Why else would her guitar be powering that clock in her office, as Zuke puts it?

EDM is safer. It's rigid. It's far more flexible and allows a wider range of artists to help her city prosper. And, well. There may be more frequent blackouts now but at least she can rely on artists who know what's best.

On top of that, there's something about how she believes in this so strongly, so so fiercely that she'll allow herself to use bits and pieces of that same old passion that she tried long and hard to bury deep within her chest, if only to use it to snuff out the flames of another little star that's gotten a little too bright. That it starts with her using it intentionally in balls of fire to throw them off and grows more, and more, and more the angrier she grows.

And there's something about the fact that even though she has time on her side and assumingly warps the fabric of reality to be able to hold you still right where she wants you and make you crumble beneath her, that same ability is what you use to defeat her. Time is on her side, yes, but only when it's stopped. Only when she can use it to protect her and protect what she strives so hard to uphold. But once you start to take her back? Remind her of who she once was? She's the one who begins to crumble.

And there's something about the fact that all she wants is order so that she can do good by her city and bring the city what it needs, and yet.

And yet she cannot control everything.

And yet she cannot control herself, as the flames of a fire long spent lick their way along cracks in her hardened shell—she's quite literally hardened herself to step into a role she personally feels she must fulfill—and burst out in a brilliant show of light; screaming that it's still here deep within her, it's always been here the same way those memories always will be, and she uses it as it demands to be used.

And yet, at the end of it all, she still realizes she was wrong.

And maybe as she sees those embers in the eyes of a stupid, stupid child much like herself at one point in time, that that passion can be used for something more... beneficial this time around.

If the fire is cultivated just right.

[gamebunny-advance]

The Disappearance of Kul Fyra (Theory)

(Skip to the Read More to start the theory.)

This was originally a response to someone else's theory/headcanon that they left on one of my posts, but after what happened the last time I tried to engage someone in a theory, I've decided to just post my response on its own without tagging the person.

I'm just... tired of accidentally making people feel bad because they take me disagreeing with them too personally. But, I still like the theory/headcanons I made in the end, so I still want this out there.

I'm sure if that person really cares about my response, then they'll find this post on their own time, and those of you that care about what this is a response to will likewise just click the link and look through the reblogs.

So yeah, that's why this post is written like I'm talking to someone: because I originally was. But even if y'all don't wanna do the extra footwork of finding the original theory, I think you can figure out what I'm responding to through context.

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Whoo, time for some good old' theory debating~ Haven't done one of those in a while.

This is an interesting theory, but you are jumping through some real hoops and over some sharks to get there friend, so I'm sorry to say that most of your points just aren't sticking for me. >A<;.

So, I'm gonna offer my counterarguments~

Firstly, I cannot ignore how you're just wrong about the characters' skin color.

I don't know where you're getting that Tatiana is a "slate gray" unless you're talking about a totally different color.

(DuckDuckGo search for "slate gray")

Tatiana is white. Maybe not a pure #FFFFFF, but certainly not "slate gray."

(Tatiana's Briefing Profile)

But, even if you don't want to say she's "white" because she isn't #FFFFFF, Kliff under NO circumstance has lighter skin than Tatiana.

I know that I just made a post joking about how he's "WHITE 🫵," but he still has *some* color to him.

(Tatiana, Kliff, and the photo desaturated)

He's still obviously light skinned, but he's still a little darker than the literally white Tatiana. The only reason she isn't pure white is that she would lose a lot of dimension and detail if she was, so she's shaded a little more harshly than other characters. But it's still just shadow, not her actual skin.

The point is: I cannot fathom how you can think the figure in the middle of the signed photo is too pale to be Tatiana, but somehow pale enough to be Kliff. It's just contradictory. But since your entire theory depends on the idea that the middle figure resembles Kliff more than Tatiana, I can't ignore it, and the entire theory falls apart for me.

However, if we put that to the side, there are still interesting things to talk about the theory.

I have also wondered how literally no one in the entire city besides Kliff seems to know that Tatiana was Kul Fyra. But, I propose that Tatiana used her power as NSR's CEO to erase that part of her history.

We witness first-hand how NSR uses propaganda and otherwise manipulates the media to be in their favor, so it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that Tatiana would have done everything in her power to erase her ties to The Goolings once she got into power. This would be especially easy to do if she already kept her private life and stage persona separate, like you suggested. (Though, I still don't think she'd be so secretive as to *never* appear in photos).

The way Barbara talks about Tatiana implies that she knows that Tatiana has had some experience in the music industry before NSR, but doesn't know the exact capacity. So, it would appear that Tatiana was mostly successful in burying her identity as Kul Fyra, but anyone who digs into it will find that the story isn't complete.

With that in mind, it's not unlikely that Mayday wouldn't make the connection either, simply because she doesn't have access to the information (and let's be honest, she's kinda stupid). She became a fan after The Goolings had already disbanded and after the hypothetical cover-up, so she wouldn't be able to learn anything that wasn't public knowledge.

It could also be that Tatiana has just changed so much since that time, that younger pictures of herself don't have an obvious resemblance to her current self. Mayday never saw The Goolings live, so she wouldn't know exactly what Kul Fyra looked like. It's even established early on that Mayday has a hard time recognizing people from photos in reality, given that she doesn't recognize Kliff when meeting him for the first time, despite him apparently sending a photo of himself with his message.

However, her first guess about Tatiana's identity is Kul Fyra's mom, so Mayday must see some resemblance, but can't fully believe that they would be the same person without direct confirmation.

For why Kliff knows about it, in his own words, "Everyone turned their backs on you when The Goolings disbanded, but I stood with you." This implies that he was close to Tatiana even after the breakup. It's very possible that this is the real reason she hates him: because he kept trying to drag her back to her past failures that she was trying to escape.

Additionally, none of the other characters we meet ever describe themselves as fans of rock. Most of B2J's supporters that aren't Kliff support them because they do something else to earn it: they give Zam a place to run his radio show, Gigi disagrees with the injustice at the Lights Up Auditions, and Robot appears to just be friendly. They do convince Yiruk to start a career in rock, but it's obvious that he didn't start with an appreciation for the genre. Also, given the additional evidence from the Ex-Jay poster in Akusuka that rock was already dying in Vinyl City before that point, it's clear that there just weren't that many fans or performers of rock left in the city. Thus, there weren't many people left who would care enough about The Goolings to know the truth, let alone people that were also in a position to reveal that information. So while at first, it might seem strange that only one person in the entire city seems to know the truth about Tatiana/Kul Fyra, there's actually a lot of evidence that Kliff truly is one of the last people in the city that could possibly have that information and use it against her.

As for the photo itself, I also don't think Tatiana really looks like the figure in the center, but none of the people in the photo look like the same people from the Goolings poster.

(The Goolings Poster and The Goolings Photo)

Granted, the photo appears to be in sepia and both are somewhat abstract, so the colors and designs probably aren't going to be 1:1. But just the style of the hair is what stands out the most as being inaccurate. That said, I've always interpreted the photo to be The Goolings "off-stage" where they're in more casual clothes/hair. We know that Tatiana can turn her fire off, so her natural skin color might have always been white, and later her hair started as another color (likely red) and turned white with age.

Then for whom the photo belongs to, it could just be Aunty's. If we follow the theory that the photo is of the "off-stage" Goolings, then it's possible that the photo was actually taken and signed in Aunty's shop when the band was having a lunch break or something. There are plenty of places that will take pictures of the famous people that visit and display them as a sign of prestige without actually being invested in the person.

This would explain why Aunty doesn't seem to have any special dialogue regarding The Goolings despite having a signed picture of them and (probably) knowing that Mayday is also a fan. Although she's genuinely nice and supportive, Aunty is also using B2J's popularity to increase sales by introducing new menu items named after them, so she's not above using the fame of her customers to boost her shop. She may have been a legit fan of The Goolings, but just not to the same extent as Mayday or Kliff. She might not have been invested enough to know what happened after the Goolings disbanded.

Finally, this post is very old. I posted it only 5 months after the game came out and information was still coming out from data miners and the devs. I know now that the signatures aren't supposed to be "real." I know that NSR has some pretty tight world building and lots of little extra details, but the signatures are officially not one of the things with a lot of thought behind them. They're just symbols designed to resemble a signature because if one of them is obviously a real character's name, then that opens up all the others for interpretation, and the devs wanted to leave that kind of thing open-ended. It's the same for the 1010 signatures: no "signature" in this game has a special meaning or is supposed to resemble a real word/name, and that is confirmed by the devs. So the signatures probably belong to Kul Fyra and the other 3 members, but it doesn't matter which one is which, and it would be impossible to figure it out.

Anyway, after all that, I think there being a secret 5th member of The Goolings that's actually Kliff's relative is cool, but I just don't think your theory as you've written it supports the idea strongly enough for me to personally believe it.

But, there's nothing wrong with having a headcanon that doesn't fit into the actual canon. Even everything I've said is just speculation based on my interpretation of the game. If what you said was your honest interpretation of things, then I can't really take that away from you or change your mind.

[erigold13261]

Hi can we hear more about the Failed Rock Revolution AU? It sounds and looks intriguing and amazing!

Oooh yes! I’d love to! Though there is a lot to this AU so I don’t know if I will get to everything. I can give the gist of the AU for the most part and go into details on anything someone might want more info on!

And again, under the cut because it is fairly long. And just a note, this is a darker AU. It’s not as fun or silly as my Swap AU. I don’t think there is anything too drastic to warn about. I do quickly mention a minor character death, abuse of power, deteriorating mental health, but I don’t go into great detail.

I’m mainly going to be focusing on the aftermath of the failed Revolution, but I can go into how things in history changed to make people act differently. Like, for example, the Goolings in this AU had a rougher break-up making Tatiana even more stuck up and hostile to rock, and Neon and his Wife’s relationship is different which kept him from fully going with the cyborgification (he still has plenty of robotic features, but he has his face/head in this AU).

But the main gist of this AU is that 1010 were able to stop the Rock Revolution. Mayday and Zuke sustained some heavy injuries from the fight that left them incapable of playing their instruments anymore, meaning the Revolution kinda died. And since May and Zuke did not fully complete the Revolution like in-game, things are very different for a lot of the characters.

For DJSS, he was stuck in orbit for a bit longer. When he did eventually come back down his head had severe cracking. Other than that actually, he is not affected by the Revolution that much. He was affected more by the past where he was fired from his teaching job instead of quitting, making him much more bitter and hostile to others than the OG DJSS.

For the Sayu Crew, Sayu is not an AI and won’t become one, especially not after people start thinking robots/AIs are dangerous from how 1010 fought B2J. The Crew is also very confused on what they should do, whether to stay with NSR and keep making music that now feels wrong to them or quit and try to figure out what to do with their lives at such a young age with no real backup plan. 

The only other thing that really changed history-wise for the Crew is that Dodo was given cybernetics and can now talk (not that he wanted them, it was forced by his parents) and that Remi has not come out as trans yet and is still seen as a girl using she/her pronouns (at least publicly. With the Crew he is seen as a guy between them).

For Yinu, her piano stays broken. There is no music magic to fix it and so a lot of passion for playing is actually stifled in Yinu. Her job that once brought joy is now becoming bittersweet and exhausting. Mama sustained damage to her spine from the fall (which is actually the same for my OG Mama, I just haven’t shown it much) but she refuses to use a cane (which is NOT like my OG Mama).

Historically, not much is changed for Mama or Yinu’s past. They still lost Papa and moved to Vinyl City to work for NSR around the same time. The only difference really for them is that because the music magic never fixed the piano, and there was no reconciliation between the family and B2J, Mama has become even more protective and overbearing on Yinu. Which just makes Yinu even more upset and wanting freedom and to stop playing the piano.

For 1010 and Neon J, there is a lot that has changed (of course there is, this is me. 1010 all the way lol). Both historically and after the Revolution. They intertwine a lot, but I will try to keep it brief. The doll/kid versions of 1010 were destroyed, meaning they never get those memories of Neon’s Ex-wife and kid, or any peace-time memories before the war. Because of this, they are not as human-acting when MK units (if anything they act more like canon 1010 than my versions of 1010) and Neon is not as attached to them as he is as OG Neon with his 1010. He still loves them, but not in the way as he would if the dolls were able to become the MK units, since to him these are just robots he built to fill an empty void. They were not even given names (I like to think the fanon names are the names Neon picked out for potential kids, so he would not give these “replacements” real names), so instead they are just their colors (White, Blue, Red, Yellow, Green, and Purple).

As you can see, Purple is, or at least WAS, a part of 1010. The reason he is no longer part of 1010 was because Tatiana destroyed him to set an example of what happens when robots become dangerous to the public (she honestly thought Neon would just rebuild him and was trying to set an example so 1010 would behave). Well Purple was lost, and Neon was trying to find a way to quit NSR without abandoning 1010 as NSR owned 1010 at this point in time (this was the same in my OG version, but negotiating with Tatiana got them out of that situation, but this Neon was too scared to attempt that for fear of losing 1010).

At the time of the Revolution, 1010 were all metal (no flowing hair or kinda human-like silicone skin) and just following orders given by Neon (All-kill protocol). Even without their human-like memories they would know not to ACTUALLY hurt B2J too much, just to try and stop them. But as B2J destroyed 1010 and the factory, Blue became desperate to protect his troops, his captain, and NSR. Which led to Blue breaking May’s arm (to the point it later needed to be amputated) and severing a tendon in Zuke’s arm, fracturing his skull, and damaging his spine/legs (he was more hostile to Zuke because of Zuke’s comments on destroying the factory). In the end, it was this act of violence from Blue that put 1010 on the spot for possibly being too dangerous along with questions of what to do with Sayu if she were to become an AI at some point. (there’s probably more with 1010 but I will leave it there for them).

For Eve, she never fought B2J. So her feelings for Zuke were never dealt with. What she did have to face though was the fact that Blue had almost killed Zuke, leading Eve to resent 1010 and start acting very cruel to them. I feel like her mental state was very fragile at this point, causing her to spiral and hurt people around her: Blue, Neon, Remi, even Zuke when she tried to reach out to him since now she had an idea of where he would be. Everyone to her was an enemy at this point and she felt more alone than ever. (She was not in therapy because I have the idea that Eve only started therapy after the Revolution, so since that was stopped, she is not getting the help that she needs.)

Historically, instead of staying with both parents while her parents split, she instead stayed with her mother only and so she was not raised alongside Remi at all. Even though they are half siblings, they are not very close at all. If anything, Eve doesn’t even see him as a sibling while Remi looks up to her, basically putting her on a pedestal and trying to be more like her (even if it is the more negative aspects of Eve that are more apparent in this AU).

For Tatiana, like I said earlier, the Goolings had a much harsher break-up. She is now a lot less caring about those around her. Even when her OG version was cold, she still cared about the city and the people who worked under her, but this version is a lot more callous to the point of pushing her artists more and more. Rock is definitely a thing she detests now, not just dislikes and annoyed with. Even other genres are pushed back, making a lot of the Megastars have to redo their music at times if they stray too close to a particular genre outside of EDM for fear of some kind of retaliation. This could be in the very SEVERE case of 1010 losing a member to her anger, or Mama getting implied threats about Yinu’s future in the music business getting a lot more difficult. It has become a very toxic work environment that puts EDM above everything else.

For the Revolution part of her story. She was happy that B2J was dealt with, but not with the fact that 1010 is now seen as a dangerous tool in the hands of a record label/power company. So she forced Neon to remove all weapons and fighting abilities from 1010 or else she would get someone else to do it. She put restrictions on robots, AIs, holograms, and anything else the public might get spooked by. Meaning that Yinu, DJ, and Eve would all be forced to work overtime very soon after recovering to pick up slack for Sayu and 1010. Leading to just more resentment between all the charters, most of it aimed at 1010 and Neon (the only one not TRULY angry or resentful of 1010/Neon is DJSS). 

Some of the resentment comes from fear of robots now, such as Mama terrified that one of 1010 is going to go haywire and try to hurt Yinu. So she tries to keep them away, yelling at them when they get close or even shoving them away so that Yinu is safe in her eyes. There’s resentment for ACTUALLY hurting a loved one, which is Eve hating 1010 (mainly Blue) for hurting Zuke. She now treats the group, and Neon, with cold hostility, and if she is ever alone with Blue she uses her mind powers on him to show him what Zuke must have felt when Blue was attacking. Then there is the resentment of losing work, which is the Sayu Crew who are now being forced to basically take a pay cut and not be as creative all because 1010 decided to hurt people. 

It’s not just others hating 1010, there is resentment within the group. White hates almost everyone around him (especially Tatiana and Blue), the only exception being Neon J. Blue is full of self loathing, anxiety, and fear of messing up again and leading to the death of the other members of 1010 (along with the fact that Blue is the technical leader of 1010, White is only the leader in the public eye). Red is terrified of everything. He is almost always cowering behind Blue or Yellow when not around fans. Yellow has become an absolute prick, picking on White, Red, and Green. Trying to take back some control in his life on the few people he deems lower than him. And Green is just tired of everything and wants to quit music. He is very depressed and once his weaponry was removed, his ring acted like a force shut-off button, which Yellow and White love to pull and make him shut down. Everyone in this AU has basically become toxic to each other because of the environment, and it seems like no matter what people try to do, things just get worse.

Um, I think that’s all I have for now with Tatiana. No one figures out she is Kul Fyra. She doesn’t blast her head off revealing any crystals. Her fire/spark for rock stays extinguished. There is no talk between her and Kliff. To her, everything goes back to normal except with a few more rules to keep the order. It’s all perfect to her and so she can’t see the terrible environment she is promoting both for her megastars and for the citizens of Vinyl City.

For Kliff, I will be honest, I haven’t thought of him much in this AU. I kinda see him bailing on B2J the second he realizes they were done in by 1010. He probably feels guilty about kinda being the reason robots now have such heavy restrictions on them, but not enough to try and reach out to Neon and reveal himself. He would try to get in contact with Tatiana or B2J at some point. Failing to get to Tatiana but able to get to B2J. There would be an apology at first and then the formation of a new plan to get back at NSR, only for the 2 to just tell him to go away. They can’t do this anymore. Their spirits were broken along with their bodies. Probably leading to Kliff feeling abandoned again, but not as much since he could physically see why the two were giving up rock. Still though, he’d try and start a new revolution somehow, kinda vanishing for now. (I’ll try to think more for him, but for now this is what I got.)

For DK West, he and Zuke had the first two rap battles. So when Zuke ended up disowning West, then going up against 1010 only to get severely hurt, West didn’t know what to do. He was hurt by Zuke but still loved his brother. This ended up with him selling his house, land, and wagon to move to the city and take care of Zuke and May. Trying to find ways to help them pay for medical bills and become accustomed to their new way of life. I don’t think Zuke ever really apologizes to West, but it is a fear in his mind that potentially the last thing he said to his brother was that they weren’t related and that he basically hated him. The two have a very strained relationship, and May is trying to help them figure things out, but it is all just pain and sorrow for the three at the moment. 

That is all the main stuff I have! I could go into more details about specific characters, either histories or how their personalities have changed because of their environment. I really want to draw more for this AU because it is honestly a lot of fun to think of it! I have no idea what to call it other than like “Failed Revolution” or something, so I will go with that for now. I’d love to talk more about this if people want to hear more! :D

[willsimpforanyone]

this just popped up in my head

Tony x reader, when the avengers visit Tony and Pepper reader says “my favorite milf and dilf” lol

okay i'm not sure how to make it tony x reader but also have tony x pepper SO we're going with reader being around peter parker's age and no one else knowing wtf milf and dilf means

also fuck it we're ignoring canon bc this is my fic and i do what i want <3

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I sighed and slumped down in the seat of the minivan driven by the one and only Steve Rogers. Briefly wondering if he had a valid driver's license, I skipped yet another song on my phone.

The trees moving past the window increased in density as we drove further and further into the forest. Someone rolled a window down the car was infected with the sweet scent of pine. I closed my eyes and rested my head against Peter's shoulder, who was already asleep.

I'd barely gotten a chance to nap when we were pulling into a makeshift driveway and Nat was shaking me and Peter awake. Clint hopped out the passenger seat and opened the door for us. "C'mon kiddos, let's go."

I stuffed my earphones in my backpack and Peter shoved me out the car. Nat hopped out after us, lowering the seat forward so that Thor could wiggle his way out, followed by Bruce. How even a minivan had held so many powerful people was beyond me.

Steve led the way to the front door of the cabin, and knocked, the rest of us sort of cascading down the steps leading up to it. It only took a moment before a pregnant Pepper opened the door and welcomed us in, Tony right behind her. The procession into the house was loud and busy, greetings and compliments on the house and the baby-to-be.

I nudged Peter in the ribs and grinned. "Watch this."

I smiled at Pepper and Tony, moving towards them with open arms. "My favourite milf and dilf, I've missed you!" I pulled them into a hug, hearing Peter collapse into hysteria behind me. Pulling away, I was met with two confused faces.

"...milf? Dilf?" Tony sounded confused, and judging by Pepper's expression, she was similarly out of the loop.

I merely grinned and dragged Peter away, the pair of us giggling as we followed people into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

It took only a few minutes to for the shriek of 'what??' to come from by the door, Pepper's laugh matched by noises of indignance from Tony. There were footsteps that ended behind the sofa and a phone was shoved in my face from above displaying the goole search 'what is a milf'. It sent Peter and me into a renewed display of hysterical laughter, tears pricking at my eyes and cheeks hurting from smiling.

"What do you mean 'dilf'??" Tony attempted to mask his amusement with faux outrage, Pepper not even attempting to hide her smile.

I tried to take a breath. "It's a compliment, you two are hot."

The spluttering noises from Tony were fuel to the laughing fire as Peter tried to cover my mouth.

Pepper took a seat on an armchair and Tony followed her, sitting on the arm. He looked at the others for support. Steve and Thor just looked confused.

Natasha just shrugged, a smile playing on her lips and she winked at me. "They aren't wrong."

Clint coughed, drawing attention.

"I have kids, am I a dilf?"

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okay it was short but what a weird fun idea, thank you anon XD

[english-notes-etc]

Characters (An Inspector Calls)

Inspector Goole: 

Mouthpiece for Priestley/ the voice of conscience for each character.

“coolly, looking hard at him” Shows little emotion.  “creates at once an impression of massiveness” Is not intimidated by the family’s class.

“Lighting is brighter when Inspector arrives”

Associated with interrogation.

Could be seen as enlightenment.

Metaphor for revealing the truth.

“we are responsible for each other” “If men will not learn that lesson, they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish”

Reference to world war 1 & 2.

“There are millions and millions and millions of Eva Smiths and John Smiths left with us, with their lives, their hopes and fears, their suffering and chance of happiness, all intertwined with our lives, and what we think and say and do.”

Arthur Birling:

A stereotypical capitalist.

Tries to intimidate the Inspector with his importance (whose attitude remain unchanged).

“Heavy-looking and portentous man“

Implies that he is big and threatening.

Opinions on Gerald & Sheila’s engagement.

Business is more important to him than family.

“We employers are at last coming together to see that our interests- the interests of the capital- are properly protected.“

He supports the current economical system that allowed him to succeed.

Telling Gerald that he buys the same port as Lord Croft & that he’s likely to receive a knighthood.

Feels a need to impress Gerald.

Eric Birling:

Represents the younger generation.

“In his early twenties, not quite at ease, half shy, half assertive.”

Feels uncomfortable at the dinner.

His secret is the biggest, so his involvement is foreshadowed from the beginning.

However, he is compassionate and quick to condemn Arthur & Sheila.

Took advantage of Sheila and admits that he was drunk (”in that state”).

“I’m not likely to forget.”

Learns the lesson taught by the Inspector.

Appalled by his parents’ inability to accept responsibility.

Sybil Birling:

Shows embarrassment when Arthur compliments the cook.

Disapproves of the slang word “squiffy”.

Very conscious of the class system.

Feels “perfectly justified” in having dismissed Eva.

Lacks compassion towards Eva Smith, despite her position in the charity.

“It wasn’t I who had turned her out of employment” 

Blames “some drunken idler”. 

Tries to shift the blame.

She is “relieved” and “amused” at the end of the play.

Remains unchanged.

Wants to continue as before.

Gerald Croft:

Holds similar views to Arthur.

“[An] attractive chap about thirty, rather too manly to be dandy but very much easily well-bred man-about-town.”

Has wealth & status within the community.

“Last summer”

His involvement is foreshadowed.

Very dismissive of his responsibility but recognises he was wrong, and had some good intentions (helping her with a place to live).

Sheila Birling:

Represents the younger generation.

Open to change, doesn’t intend to be like her mother.

Immediately shows regret when she hears her part in Eva’s death.

“a pretty girl in her early twenties, very pleased with life and rather excited.“

“mummy”

Presented as childish and naïve.

Suspicious about Gerald “last summer”.

More intelligent than she seems.

"I’d hate to think how much he knows that we don’t know yet.” 

Recognises the power of the inspector.

Determined to change at the end of the play & is aware that her behaviour was wrong.

[demonicintegrity]

Kataow promt: Asher coming out as Non-binary to Kipo, Dahlia, & Troy :)

Thoroughly appreciate this prompt. Funny enough despite being nonbinary and coming out around the same age as them, it was hard figuring out how to write this. Under a read more for length. Don’t worry, no angst and all good vibes here.

Asher paced around their room, lost in thought. They’d been doing some soul-searching lately. It was weird and they’ve been wondering how to react for a while now. They just weren’t happy with themselves. And for the longest time they couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t loneliness, they had good friends! It wasn’t insecurity, even with being on the quieter side they were confident in themselves and their ability. It didn’t seem like it was a body image issue, because they didn’t dislike their body per say, it just didn’t feel right. Trying to be more body-positive, hanging out with their friends more, none of that solved their feelings.

Learning about transgender people did. Nonbinary identities to be exact, really gave them to vocabulary to express their feelings. They didn’t hate their body, it’s just that they didn’t feel comfortable saying it was a girl’s body. It was a nonbinary body, they were nonbinary.

Asher smiled to themselves as they paced. When it first clicked in their brain it made them so unbelievable happy. Having the words, having other people who felt the same, it made them so ecstatic. That was the easy part.

The hard part was getting other people to be on board with it. Having used gender-neutral pronouns and terms on themselves in private, they knew they liked it far more than the feminine counterparts. Realizing how happy they were being referred in a gender-neutral way made the misgendering from friends and family hurt all the more worst. They wanted to come out so bad, but where to start? What if it all went terribly wrong?

They looked at the pictures on the wall. It was of them and Dahlia when they were younger, covered in paint and glue after doing some unsupervised arts n crafts together. They and Dahlia always did everything together.

Maybe they can start there.

Knocking being an optional curtsy, Asher walked right into Dahlia’s room and plopped themselves on her bed, ignoring her groan.

“Do you ever knock!?”

“Nope. Don’t intend to start either.”

“Leave me alooonnnee.” She drawled out, only half-caring if they chose to stay regardless. She just kept reading her book.

For a minute Asher just stayed on the bed, laying in thought as they stared at the ceiling.. We’re they really gonna do this? Like this? After thinking about it for a bit and internally weighing their options now that they’re in her room, they spoke up.

“Hey.”

“What?” She doesn’t look up from their book. “No you can’t have my shirt.”

“I don’t care about that right now.”

“What then?”

“I’m nonbinary.”

“What?” That got her attention. She lowered her book and looked at Asher, her expression not very readable.

“I’m nonbinary.” They said again, forcing themselves to keep staring at ceiling. “Y’know, trans? ‘M not a girl.”

They were a second of silence as their twin took in the words before looking back down at her book, not reading it again just yet.

“Oh.” She said simply. “When’d this happen?”

“Dunno. Recently?”

“Okay then.” Another second of thinking. “Not a girl right? So like... what do I call you?”

“What do you mean?” They finally looked over at Dahlia.

“Like, if you’re not my sister you’re what, my sibling?”

“Yea.”

“And if you’re not a girl, do you not use she or her with yourself?”

“Nope. I use they/them pronouns.” Asher watched the expression on her face as she processed their words.

“They/them pronouns...” She repeated as she thought for a moment. Suddenly, it’s like nothing happened at all. “Alright then, that’s cool.”

Dahlia returned to her book and Asher just blinked as they sat up. Was it really that easy? They just had to say it?

“That’s... that’s it?” They asked in slight belief.

“Yea?” She didn’t look up from her book. “What? Is there something else?”

“No I just... thought there’d be more.”

“Hmm.” She looked up. “Actually yeah, you gonna tell mom and dad anytime soon?”

Their eyes widen as their mouth flattened into a line.

“No.”

“Aight. What about friends at school? Or is this just an us thing for now?”

“Hmm.” They thought for a moment. “I’d like to tell Kipo and Troy. They’re cool and all.”

“When?”

“I dunno.” They shrugged and flopped back down to think some more. “I think I want you there when I do.”

“That’s fair.” Dahlia said, returning to her book. “If they’re mean about it I’ll beat ‘em up.”

“Please don’t.” They chuckled.

~~~

It was lunch the next day and the burrow squad were eating together in the school cafeteria. Kipo was raving on about some new astrology facts she’d learn, a common occurrence, to the group. Asher smiled at her. She was almost always ranting and raving about something, they found it really nice when she’d light up about something. There was never a dull moment in the group because of her.

But even still, the conversation naturally lulls as she remembers she is in fact hungry and eats at her sandwiches. It’s a natural point to introduce a new topic, but can Asher do it? After glancing at Dahlia, who smiled back at them, they figured why not.

“Hey.” They got the groups attention. “Hey guys.”

“Yea?” Troy looked at her.

“I’m nonbinary.” Just ripped off the bandaid.

There was a moment of silence, Troy and Kipo just staring at her and Dahlia glaring at them both, daring them to be mean about it.

“Yorve nonbivary?” Kipo said with a mouthful of sandwich. “Thabs gool.”

Asher snickered as Troy sighed and told her to chew her food, earning a muffled “what?” from her. Dahlia relaxed back into her seat as she shook her head.

“Kipo why are you such a child?” She asked.

“Am not!” She finally swallowed her food.

“Are too.”

“Am not!!”

“Are too.” Troy said with a smile before turning back to Asher. “Nonbinary right?”

They nod.

“So... new name or pronouns or anything?”

“Just use they/them with me please.”

“You got it.” He smiled.

Kipo nodded with a smile, making Asher smile themselves.

They’re happy their friends know. They’re happy they’re truly themself.

[moreeverydaythings]

Day 1136 - the Yokshire Wolds Way, Day 1

My next railway station walk again breaks some of my self-created rules. It will be a railway station to railway station walk, Hessle in East Yorkshire to Filey in North Yorkshire. The difference, however, this time was that the walk would take 5 days!

I would be following the Yorkshire Wolds Way which is the least used and least well known of the 16 national trails in England and Wales. Its official length is 79 miles but with having to detour some distance on occasions for overnight accommodation and choosing the wrong path more often that I dare to admit, the total distance walked would be about 90 miles. It still does not sound much but, I assure you, that when carrying what felt like a full refrigerator on my back, it certainly felt a very long and exhausting way.  

So why this little used national trail starting on the edge of Hull and taking in a little visited part of Yorkshire? The answer is relatively simple. This is where I lived as a teenager and so is the part of the world which has probably had the greatest influence on who I am. I guess I was hoping that this walk would help exorcise the ghosts of growing-up in and going to school in Hull which, for me at least, resulted in some kind of double imposter syndrome. Firstly, the feeling of being an imposter because you grew up in, as so many surveys over the years have shown, the worst place to live in the UK. It was, therefore, inevitable that people would one day discover that you are thick and stupid. Secondly the feeling of being an imposter of at least a feeling of guilt, because the extent that you might achieve anything, it seemed unfair and undeserving because most other people in the city you lived in never had such opportunities.

The walk would also be through the land of my grandparents who lived in East Yorkshire long before my family moved here and so the Yorkshire Wolds hold many even older happy memories of visits to them and playing in the hills I would be walking through.

My plan was to walk the first two days alone with my thoughts and memories. On the second night a friend of mine from Birmingham would be joining me and we would be walking the last three days together.

And so I found myself at 10 am at Hessle station. I’d caught a train from Kings Cross and changed to a local train at Doncaster. I then changed at the wonderfully named Goole to an even more local train with no more than 3 other passengers on board.

As soon as I got off the train at Hessle the memories came flooding back. This is where I used to catch the train in the morning for the 8 minute ride into the centre of Hull where I went to school. As I came out of the station I was immediately faced with a dilemma. I could turn left and walk the 400 metres to my old house or turn right and make my way to the start of the walk. I turned right. I’d rather not go back. The Smiths’ tune Back to the Old House seemed extremely apt and now kept going through my head.

The official start of the Yorkshire Wolds Way is at Hessle Haven, a short walk from the station. Back in my days, there used to be a shipyard here, Dunstons. It seemed it closed over 20 years ago and all trace has gone. I remembered I once took a photograph of the shipyard cranes silhouetted against the sunrise. I remembered my first SLR camera, a Soviet Zenit E. I can still smell that leather case it came in. I remembered how this area had kindled my love of photography and so I remembered that this place may not be so bad after all! I took a photograph of a sign telling me I had 79 miles to walk assuming the impossible, namely that I do not stray from the official path.

Within a few minutes the path takes you under the magnificent Humber Bridge. When it was opened in the early 1980s it was the world’s longest single span suspension bridge. It was though a bridge from nowhere to nowhere. It did, however, launch another of my great loves, running. Every Wednesday afternoon I, together with some friends and the woodwork teacher from school, used to do a ten mile run across the bridge into what was then South Humberside and is now Lincolnshire. Unlike photography which I’ve only returned to in recent years, my love of running has never waned and I still run almost everyday. After years of bitterness, I was beginning to feel more positive towards Hull already. This walk was working and I’d been going less than 30 minutes!

The route now followed a new path, well a path that had never existed in my time here, right along the edge of the Humber. I kept looking back over my shoulder at the impressive Humber Bridge. Shortly before the village of North Ferriby, I noticed an empty “ice pop” plastic tube on the ground. So bizarre as I remembered I’d had my first “ice pop” in this very village when visiting a friend. Surely this discarded plastic tube hadn’t been here over 40 years or is North Ferriby the last outpost of ice pops? I started to remember my friends. How many were still here either in Hull or its outskirts? I’d lost touch with all of them but they’d fallen into two distinct groups: those who stayed in Hull and those who got as far away from Hull as possible. And when I say “as faraway as possible”, I really mean it. So many emigrated, be it to Europe, the USA or New Zealand. Others joined the RAF, army or navy to take them away. I was kind of the exception. I moved to Birmingham!

All these thoughts distracting me now led me to a tactical error. The Yorkshire Wolds Way takes two alternative routes around North Ferriby. The high tide route or the low tide route. I’d noticed it was lowish tide so I blindly followed the low tide route. I should have known better. I grew up round here and should have realized that the low tide route meant trekking through the Humber foreshore and so trekking through think mud. Sure enough I quickly found boots sinking in the mud. How had a Roman army had once walked across the Humber very close to here some 2000 years ago? Clearly, they weren’t carrying the weight I was on my back!

Also, the Roman army wasn’t staying in one of the area’s better hotels in South Cave after their crossing. I was now thinking, how could I turn up at the hotel with my boots and trousers caked in the Humber’s finest mud? Rather than turn back and follow the high tide route, I then made my second tactical error. Between the mud and the houses on the Humber edge, there was an embankment made of large boulders, presumably to act as some sort of flood defence. I decided that I would scramble along this embankment of boulders. Up on the embankment I was unstable trying to step from boulder to boulder and, as I was carrying the equivalent a full refrigerator on my back, was likely topple down the embankment any time I slightly lost my balance. On the other side of a fence at the top of the embankment were the back gardens on the houses whose rears looked over the Humber. I had a choice: sink in the mud, seriously injure myself by falling down the embankment of boulders or climb over the fence and sneak through the gardens of the houses. I chose the latter but felt a bit of a criminal as I strode quickly through this row of back gardens. Unfortunately, the back gardens ended maybe 50 metres or so short of where a sensible path started again. This meant I had no choice but to risk life and limb and cross the embankment of boulders again. After a major wobble on one bolder, I decided the safest route for this last 50 meters was to descend and splatter my way through the Humber mud. So much for my ridiculous attempts to avoid the mud. My boots and trousers were thoroughly caked in it now. I had some vague decades old recollection that there was a pond in the next village en route, Welton. Therefore, with renewed vigour I set-off for Welton and a much-needed wash!

The path now moved away from the Humber and turned inland through some woods and upwards into the Wolds. Strange but I had some memories of playing in these woods and I was convinced that one house I passed was where a friend had lived and where I’d played football in the back garden. Even stranger was that I came across a tree with Housemartins’ lyrics on it. I strode on happily humming “Build” to myself.

Guess what? Welton doesn’t have a pond. My memory had let me down. Hang on. Not so fast! It did have a nice wide shallow stream running through the village. So, it had water to wash in and so my memory was not quite as bad as I thought. There were a few kids playing in the stream. They must have wondered what I was up to as I walked up and down in the stream, inspecting my boots and trousers every few minutes to see if they were getting cleaner.

Content that my boots were now in a fit state to walk into a hotel, I made my way out of Welton. I had forgotten just how nice the villages on the west side of Hull were.  I wondered if I’d have ended up living in one of them, instead of East London, if I’d decided not to leave Hull. I wondered what my life would have been like. Would I have been happier, richer and a rugby league fan? By the time I had concluded that probably only one in that list would have applied and that this was both a pointless and dangerous train of thought, I noticed that I was walking towards the Humber Bridge again.

I consulted the Ordnance Survey app on my phone. True enough I had missed a turn and was heading 90 degrees off course. I knew having those thoughts was dangerous! Worse still I was a good mile or so away from the right path. I had no choice but to retrace my steps, cursing that my 79 mile walk was now 81 miles and that I lost at least 40 minutes or so valuable rest/ beer time at the end of the day.

The rest of the days walking was up and down “dale” as some of the valleys in the Wolds are named although they are nothing like The Yorkshire Dales. They are much lower and are a mixture of woods and farmland. I’d cycled up and down all these “dales” as a teenager. It was confusing though. Sometimes they felt very familiar and memories returned. Other times, it seemed like I was seeing them for the first-time even though I must have been in them many times.

I left the Yorkshire Wolds Way, east of the village of South Cave. It was over a mile to the hotel which was frustrating as I knew I’d have to cover that distance again the following morning before I could start reducing the mileage left on the walk. Good news though. My boots were clean enough to get into the hotel so at least I would have a bed for the night!

[cloudsrust]

Speaking of object heads... Imagine what if the NSR characters were all object head characters, like DJSS & Neon J are? Because I can see Yinu's head being either a large golden rose or a music note & Tatiana's head could be like a molten ball of lava! Can't think of the rest tho...

OOOHHHH alright alright- brainstorming time for me.  Mhhhh let’s see. Mama I can see her with a bonsay like tree that grows with her whenever she changes shapes. Yinu- a whole boquet of golden roses like her hair! Both could communicate emotions with either colors changing or using flower meanings! Tatiana.. what if she had a candle or a torch? So that she can ignite for her battle! It would also be cool with the whole “she got burned out” thing with her and the goolings... OHHH maybe she turned her head into a lantern to have order and keep her flame at bay!! Then Eve- I would easily see her with one of those a half and a half masks- with her breaking off the “mismatching” side when she was younger to then reattach it when she began accepting herself. Either that or a frame- so that she is literally her own piece of art. 1010 could have a screen head just like their dad- I mean captain! Showing old school emoticons in the color of the respective member. I can see Sayu with a fish bowl! With maybe her fish form (minus legs,,) inside! While for her team.. mhh- Tila can have a microphone (maybe a cute one with stickers and stuff!), Dodo could have a camera, Sofa... the lil umbrella he got on his head! And Remi... oh he is hard mhhh- either a graphic tablet or a laptop? DK West would be awesome with an hand as his head! Decorated with the same enne(?) tattoos he has on his actual ones! Maybe with a closed eye in the middle- like his in game. Following this logic Zuke would have a hand too- and ngl kinda fits. His would have no tattoos tho, maybe nailpolish- to match how his hair has lighter tips. And his palm eye would be open. Now Mayday... oh boi,, I’d say a flower like the one in her eyes but mhhh- I’m unsure but I dont have other ideas so rip;;; ...oh! Maybe a stereo/stereo speaker decorated with flower stickers? She is pretty loud so... plus her just plugging her guitar in her own “head” is priceless dhfhs. Kliff.. I’d say glasses cause tbh? You can see through him- like... atleast I wasnt shocked by his reveal sdsudu. Apart from that- lowkey works with the whole thing of perspective. We see practically the whole game through his own “vision-” meaning we think that “our” motives of overthrowing NSR are right, just to then be “blinded” by reality once we understand that it was the wrong approach afterall. I’m bad explaining but yeh;; Phew- think I got all main characters- some are a bit eh but.. it was fun to think about!

[n8nt]

Maybe Tati and Kliff after their 'talk' at the end of the game? (When I first saw the scene, I had no idea who they were and shipped them because of that)

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I BASED THIS COMIC OFF OF!!! and is also something one of my dear dear friends is writing a fic based off of!!

in my head ive like...rewritten the whole satelite scene in favour of kliff being a more impulsive morally grey character rather than being some....somewhat poorly written villain. obviously not completely erasing his flaws, him still being self entitled and jealous but just....better written. Kliff’s whole monologue and tatiana’s line delivery feels.....rushed.

Id just love for them to...have a talk. Once tatiana has settled in the new embrace of her old identity, once she’s learned to accept her past.... and i think kliff is in need of his redemption arc if they ever want to be friends again. Which i think kliff would get through bunk bed junction, and learning what he did was wrong, and where his self entitlement comes from, and how tatiana experienced their relationship during the goolings.

Their lil talk would definitely include where it all started going wrong. what tatiana did on her own to kickstart nsr. where theyve been in the past 20 years. and then also just....remembering the good old times. tatiana tells kliff that she doesnt want them to hang on the past anymore, but that they shouldnt forget what theyve been through together. what kliff has done to her, and to the people of the city. it’s definitely the final nail in the coffin to his theoretical redemption.

[rainbowglittr]

Love and Marriage - Chapter 5 (Mature - Minors DNI)

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After a loss in the family uncovers a family secret, Jaleia and her husband Jesse are forced to balance one family crisis after another along with their budding careers and their plans to expand their family. Will the pressure to keep everyone else together ruin their own relationship? Can ruined relationships be fixed before it’s too late?

TW: Smut (Implied)

Chapter 5:

The past two weeks since Jesse's dad's passing had been crazy. Turns out the guy who killed Jesse's father was some young dumb rich 23 year old white kid. He was bailed out almost immediately, and didn't appear to have any remorse for what he did. Which pissed Jesse off a lot. The same idiot got arrested for a DUI and driving without a license shortly after being bailed out. And still claimed that he wasn't high the night of the accident. The trial was a few months away.

Aiesha decided that she was going to sell their home and downsize since it would only be her and Diana. So once her and Jesse and his siblings figured out what to do with all of her husband's stuff, she started to prepare for selling it. Diana, maybe because she was the youngest, was having the hardest time dealing with the loss. She was currently staying with me and Jesse because she couldn't sleep at home, and everything reminded her of her dad. At any mention of her father she would shut down and refuse to talk. Jesse was doing much better and spent of lot of time helping his mom with the move and all the stuff she had to do. His siblings stayed for as long as they could, but they had jobs to get back to.

I, on the other hand stayed far away from Aiesha, her hatred of me did not dissipate during this time, and quite frankly might've intensified. I don't know why but the first time I tried to help out with Jesse, she screamed at me about a box of her husband's things I moved-after she told me to move it. After that I tried to cook her dinner, she took one bites and threw the rest in the garbage in my face. So to avoid obvious conflicts or my temper, me and Jesse decided that I would not go back to the house until his mother was in a better place. I honestly didn't mind, and not being there meant I could spend time with Diana.

Jesse on the other hand was getting better. He had his good days, and he had his rough days, where he was moody and cranky. But overall he was doing well. He usually worked at the studio in New York, writing and producing songs. But because he didn't have to physically be there, for the last two weeks he worked at home, if he worked at all. Best part about his job is that he didn't have to work everyday to collect his royalties. The studio pays him to create songs for their artists or they sell them to other labels, but either way he gets paid upfront and royalties. And he gets to work with celebrities every now and then.

It was 6:30am and my alarm had just went off after I hit snooze. I was about to hit it again when Jesse said "If you hit that snooze button again, you're going to be late."

"So?"

"Jaleia."

"Jesse."

"Fine be late."

I sighed, and cut the alarm off.

"Hey Jess, we never talked about it but, are we still trying for a baby? I know that it's been crazy and everything and I understand if you don't want to."

"Jaleia, nothing is going to stop me from getting you pregnant."

"Are you sure it's not too much for you? What if things don't work out? Can you handle that?"

"Jay, I want this. I really do. Stop worrying. You gotta get to work."

I turned and faced Jesse. "Can I at least get a kiss?"

"Morning breath."

"So?"

"If you don't care, I don't care." He moved closer and kissed me. I pulled him closer and kissed him again our lips moving slowly against each other.

"JAY ARE YOU IN THE BATHROOM YET?" Diana yelled, banging on our bedroom door, the noise was so sudden it scared the hell out of us and we both jumped and our heads smacked together.

"Fuck!" Jesse said, jumping out of bed, holding his lip. "You bit me!"

I grabbed my forehead where Jesse's head hit mine. "Sorry, she scared me. I didn't even know. Is it bleeding? I'm sorry. Let me see."

I walked over to him. I took his hand off his face. It was bleeding a little and already starting to swell.

"How da hell do ya bite someone while kisshing?" He said.

"I don't know I jumped, I didn't bite you on purpose. Wash it and let me see." I leaned to kiss him again and he moved back.

"What? You want a bite of my cheek too?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just rinse your lip!"

He walked past me and flashed me a grin and I walked to the door of our room. I looked out and heard the shower going. We only had one shower in the house. We didn't have a master bathroom, so we only had one shower. We had two bathrooms yet only one shower. It was one of our only complaints about the house. I turned around and laughed, Jesse's lip was even more swollen since I saw it thiry seconds ago.

"Don't lawf, ya did dis."

"I'm sorry, let me see. It's not bleeding anymore, and its not deep. Just ice it and it should go down." I said, checking the hallway again.

"Danks." His lisp was kept making me laugh.

"Staab, lawfing at me, I gotta dake Diana da gool."

"I'm sorry, it's too funny. But, I'll make it to you later. I promise." I winked at him before I walked out the room.

>>>>>>>>>>

"Jess, what happened to your lip?" Diana asked at breakfast. Me and Jesse looked at each other as he put down the bag of frozen peas he was holding to his lip. I looked at the eggs on my plate while Jesse stared me down.

"Um it's your faul actually. Who scheams at six thity in da mornin?"

"I didn't know if you were up yet!"

"Doe yell?"

"Sorry!" Diana said shrugging. I laughed at them.

"Come on it's time for school, I'll see you later. Love you both." I said. I went to kiss Jesse and he backed up and said "no teef dis dime?"

"Keep fucking playing with me Jess." I said, sticking up my middle finger before we kissed.

"Ooooooohhhhhh." Diana and Jesse said.

"Sorry, I forgot! But I'm you hear worse in school!" I put the dishes in the sink. Jesse grabbed his keys, "she probably uses worse language at school. "

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Did you lock the door?" I asked Jesse while he carried me to the bed.

"Yeah." He said while kissing my neck. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck.

"Are you sure you want to-" I started. Jesse dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

"Trust me I'm sure." He said looking into my eyes. Next thing I know our clothes are off, I'm on top of Jesse, I'm about one minute away from an orgasm when...

"Jesse have you OH MY GOD! AHHHHH! Oh my God!" Diana yelled.

The next two minutes were wild. Jesse practically threw me off of him, I lost my balance and fell off the bed. Jesse somehow hurt his...penis and was screaming 'Fuck'. And Diana was trying to blindly get herself out the room.

"Keep your eyes closed Di!" I yelled as I wrapped a blanket around me.

"I'm never opening my eyes AGAIN!" She yelled.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at Jesse.

"Could you just give me a minute." He squeezed out, his face squeezed tight in pain.

"No, you threw me on the floor! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, freaked out!"

"I'm going to kill you!" I ran to our closet and grabbed my robe.

"I thought you locked the door!"

"I thought I did too!"

"Well you didn't." Diana yelled.

"Don't you knock? What is the first thing I told you about coming into my room?" Jesse yelled.

"So now it's my room?" I said.

Jesse rolled his eyes, grabbing his boxers from the floor. "Our room. I told you knock first or be scarred for life."

"I thought that was a joke!"

"Did that scar you?" Jesse asked.

"Yes!" Diana said.

"Guess it wasn't a joke then. You have to knock!"

"Di, you can open your eyes now." I said. I was now sitting on the bed. She opened them but turned so wasn't facing us.

"I'm telling mom!"

"Don't tell mom!"

"Dont tell your mom!" Me and Jesse shouted at the same time.

"Why?"

"She'll flip a shit! At me, at Jaleia, and you know she already hates her. You can't say shit."

"Wow, thanks Jess." I said.

"Fine. Ewww." She shivered.

"We need to talk about boundaries, so I will see you in five minutes, so deuces!" Jesse said.

"Ugh!" Diana said again and again as she walked out the door, closing it behind her. Jesse turned to face me. "So Jay."

"Don't come over here. This side of the room is for people who lock the door, and don't throw their wife off their dick and on the floor!"

"You can't still be mad, it was an accident!"

"Try me."

"Jay!" I threw a pillow at him. Which he dodged because my aim is trash.

"I'm sorry!"

"I am never riding you again! Ever!"

"Oh come on, man! It was an accident!" He said, moving closer to the bed. I reached down and picked up one of his sneakers.

"Try me."

"Okay, Okay, chill, I'm going to talk to Di. But me and you gon talk about this riding thing Jay."

"Whatever!" I said as he walked out the room. Once he left I locked the door, cut off the lights and laid down. Ten minutes later I heard Jesse rattling the door handle.

"Jay!" He said.

"Jess!"

"Open the door."

"Oh, is it LOCKED?" I said sounding fake surprised.

"JALEIA! Stop playin!"

"That's how you lock a door, Jess! I'm going to bed now. "

"Jaleia, I'm not sleeping on the couch again!"

"Then I don't know where you're going to sleep, goodnight. I love you."

"Love you too."

[gamebunny-advance]

The Thrilling Continuation~

@kujo-supernova​

As to not clog the dashes with increasingly long posts of anyone who has to put up with this, I started a new post~

[Original response here]

K, I agree with 95% of what you said, so I don't feel the need to go over it point by point. Even the stuff I don't agree with I’m not going to really address  because it's irrelevant to the argument I’m trying to make. This isn't even an argument about each other's opinions anymore so much as I'm just commenting on the fandom at large now. So basically everything I'm about to say is not really directed at you (except for the last part), and is more directed at this fictional straw man of the fandom that probably doesn't exist, but I'm gonna attack anyway because it helps illustrate my thought process.

But thanks for reading anyway if you do~

I don't take issue with the fandom because I'm trying to defend Kliff or say that anyone else is 100% in the wrong here. This is a story about flawed individuals that make bad decisions. It's multi-layered and complex, and that's why I love this game so much.

My issue is largely with how the fandom in general is hypocritical in the way they treat Kliff because they see him as *more* "wrong" than he actually is, but my goal is not to prove that he was in the “right”.

Yeah, B2J (mostly Mayday) did get to learn from the experience that they were wrong because they're the protagonists: the purpose of their story is to learn that lesson. Kliff exists to be Mayday's "shadow". He represents an extreme that Mayday could have become had she not realized that taking over NSR isn't the solution to her problem. But as the true antagonist, Kliff literally *can't* come to that same realization: it would be redundant. And that's fine. For the purposes of the story that it wanted to tell, Kliff getting a resolution was not necessary, even if it leaves him in a bad spot with the other characters.

But that story is done and now fandom gets to write new ones. He still has a lot of character that can be explored: Now that rock is back in the city, what will he do? Why is rock specifically so important to him? Why does he know so much about every artist in the city? Why does he look so much younger than he actually is? *cough*becausehe'savampire*cough*

But largely the fandom doesn't seem interested in exploring any of that and more than just a handful of people seem to outwardly reject the idea of writing him as even *capable* of the kind of growth that B2J went through.

I brought up DJSS specifically as a counterargument to Kliff because he is THE scummiest person in the cast for all the reasons you said and more, but he is still one of the most popular characters because he has a cool design and a sexy voice, and maybe some people see him as a "sad boi" and want to coddle him. I am also one of those people for all 3 1/2 of those reasons, but I don't believe that you need to think that a character is a good person to justify liking them. There's a lot of reasons to like a morally gray or even morally black character, and agreeing with their actions/opinions doesn't need to be one of them.

I just think it's hypocritical to excuse one character for their flaws and not another with similar ones. Like there's some nuance to it that can change what makes something okay in one context and not okay in another, but I think the comparison between DJSS and Kliff is apt.

In my opinion their shared flaw is being egocentric. They are both willing to sacrifice the health and happiness of others for their own agendas. They express it in different ways, but it all comes from the same place: They think that what they're trying to achieve is more important than the feelings/condition of others.

DJSS seriously does not give a damn about anyone other than himself and he doesn't even have the courtesy to try and hide it. Even after his district is restored, he's still the same asshole he always was. He STILL calls B2J "Plutonians" (and I don't count him saying that "they aren't so bad after all" as "change", because even as a professor he was capable of expressing backhanded gratitude) and his reason for playing music is STILL "self-importance". He is in the same place that he started and will probably continue to abuse his district over his sense of ego unless Tatiana or someone else finally forces him not to. And everyone either accepts that or disregards it because that's just who he is. And again, that's fine, but I find it hypocritical.

Like I feel like many people's problems with Kliff is that they're not interested in exploring his character beyond what has been presented in the text. And that's fine too. It is perfectly valid to enjoy the game as it is and not want to explore it beyond that, but if having such a small scope of a game's themes and characters causes you to get "bugged" when someone presents a different interpretation, then it might be beneficial to look at another reading.

For example, let's go back to the satellite argument. My point about the satellite being "symbolic" was to disprove "murderous intent". His motivations for dropping it are totally separate. You say that you still think his motivation is being fueled by bitterness over Tatiana leaving rock. Your exact words: "I still think part of it was done out of spiteness for Tatiana leaving rock", but I feel like that's a very surface level reading.

In my opinion, rock is just the window dressing to the core of his actual problem: he feels like he's not getting back what he gave. He drops the satellite after her response to this question: "Did my loyalty mean nothing to you?" Which was, "I don't give a damn about you. I owe you nothing." which I think is far from a trivial response.

In any relationship, even a non-romantic one like this, it hurts knowing that the other person isn't as invested in it as you are. Even more so if they were to flat out say, "I don't give a damn about you." Like, can you imagine being told by your favorite content creator that they hated you to your face after you've done everything you could do to support them as a fan? Would most people react calmly to that in the heat of the moment?

Like we don't know the extent that Kliff was involved in Tatiana's life, but Tatiana never implies that he's lying about supporting her after the Goolings disbanded. Their relationship couldn't have been completely parasocial because she immediately recognizes him and addresses him by name when she sees him, and her being Kul Fyra isn't common or easy to obtain knowledge, so he must have been close to her to even know that. We know what he may have been willing to do for her given how much he helps B2J, and had Tatiana been upfront about her feelings with Kliff in the past, then I don't think he would have even bothered to give his sob story because he would have known that she wouldn't be receptive to it.

What I'm getting at is that "abandoning rock" isn't the actual reason he felt hurt enough to want to retaliate. It was likely more about "abandoning him" than it is a loyalty to any particular genre.

Even with this reading of his motivation, I don't think he was justified in doing what he did. Tatiana was totally right in calling him out, even if she was harsh about it, because in the end it doesn't matter how much he might have done for her if she didn't want it to begin with. He should have just walked away and accepted that she wasn't the person he thought she was, but people don't always do the right or rational thing, especially if they're caught up in the heat of their emotions and I think that's a relatable emotion worthy of discussion and dissection, even if it's not positive.

Will reading any of that change your mind? Probably not, but it's another perspective, and that's really all I want to offer.

Saying you're okay with someone liking something that you don't, isn't the same as understanding it, and that's what I want to change. I don't need anyone to agree with me, I wouldn’t start these discussions with strangers if I did. My end goal is to get you to understand where I'm coming from, and I think you're just *barely* missing my point. Hopefully I’m understanding your points too, but maybe I’m wrong about you’re getting at as well. UoU

[erigold13261]

What would a Failed Revolution look like in the purely OG timeline? So… it would be the same except 1010 or someone else finished B2J off…

I'm not sure there is a way that the OG timeline could become a failed revolution. At least not how I see the OG timeline.

DJSS is basically the same in both versions, so that doesn't change no matter what. Him being full of themself but also not seeing this coming at all is definitely major factors that will almost always lead to DJSS being defeated (with the only times I see DJ as being an ender of the revolution is if they were just hired, if they were recently threatened with being fired, or if their satelite plan is still in the approval process).

For Sayu, maybe the crew could defeat B2J but I don't think they would. They aren't very angry or upset with life as they are free from their parents, and so there is no real motivation to take B2J seriously even though DJSS was sent into space. It is only by the end of the fight they take things seriously and by that point they are so disjointed that there is no way for them to truly work together and defeat B2J.

With Yinu and Mama, I can see the revolution stopping here, but only if the fall at the end of the fight goes wrong. It's not really the fight that is won, but the fall that is lost. If Mama or B2J fall wrong it can be a simple injury or something more serious. And if Mama fails to even catch Yinu then that would be the end for her. Both of these situations would end the revolution. Especially if Mama or Yinu die in the fall, B2J would not be able to continue because they took a life and the guilt and pain would stop them. If they get hurt then the revolution ends because they can't continue it (also if they both or one of them die).

1010 have a lot more humanity/sentience in them thanks to still having their doll code and memories in them. Because of this, they would never hurt B2J to the point that the FRAU 1010 do. However, Purl was VERY close to doing what Blue did (maybe not as severely but still going all out) so if B2J (coughZukecough) say something more antagonizing or threatening to 1010 then I can see Purl ignoring safety protocols and just bashing B2J's brains in (just a phrase, Purl would have just knocked both of them out and would have been stopped by Rin from doing anything else major).

Eve I don't see her stopping the revolution at all. Her main goal is to split May and Zuke up, and to talk to Zuke or get him back on her side. She doesn't care about everything going on and her life isn't full of as much hate and pain waiting to be released so she has no (or I guess as much of a) power boost from emotions as a FRAU version where Eve is the stopper.

And with Tatiana, she is also less powerful than her FRAU version because she has had time to come to terms with her life and how the Goolings ended. Yes she is still hell bent on controlling things, but not to the point of truly hurting other people without being pushed into a corner herself. So she would never hurt B2J to the point they would fully stop fighting her. Maybe they would have some burn scars or lacerations, but nothing that adrenaline won't let them ignore for the time being as they kick her ass.

The only other way I see the OG timeline stopping the revolution would be with West. Where Zuke and West's fight (and Zuke disowning West) causes a fight between May and Zuke. This fight wouldn't get resolved and end up splitting the two up and stopping the revolution. Or at least stopping May and Zuke from leading it. Thee revolution could still be going or continued by other people. Or by May herself, but she would quickly get taken out if she tried to solo NSR herself.

So overall, I can only see Yinu, 1010, and West as being people that could end the revolution in the OG timeline. Obviously one lucky hit from any of the charters could end the revolution, but the ones that have the highest chance not based on lucky shots would be Yinu, 1010, and West.

[ironmanrob]

Ironman uk 2021

My first DNF in a Ironman.

Superman, tickling a mans foot and Lego head.

Read all about it in my latest race report.

Bike strapped to the roof and off we go down the m62 after picking kids up from school, have I got my bike shoes, sure have it’s the first thing I packed this time round.

Got as far as Goole, obviously McDonald’s and the fact that a few drivers have warned me my bike is wobbling, checked the bike and I have no idea how it stayed on, luckily I add a few tie wraps and these had saved my machine, but my front side wall was damaged on my tyre so I had to jump on wiggle website to get one sent.

As you know my computer skills aren’t the best so they got sent to my home, Jen had to step in and get some sent to the premier inn we were staying at. Not a great start.

Had to rack before 4pm the following day but my tyres didn’t turn up till 3pm so a bit of quick turnover and managed to be last one racking for the day, then it was time for the big show, game of family 10pin bowling.

Now with my bad right wrist/elbow shoulder this was something I didn’t want flaring up the night before an Ironman but I can’t resist sport and a bit of competition my boys had the buffers up so all was to play for.

Obviously I smashed it and victory was mine with no sustained injuries, bonus.

Met Adrian and Ellen Messingham at the swim start and Adrian looked very lean and ready for battle, we started together as our swims times are similar, technically I was quicker by 14seconds but who’s counting?

The swim felt really good and I managed to get on a guys feet at around 600meters who was swimming well and straight he had green sleeves so easy to see, now and again I kept giving him a little tickle on his feet every 20 strokes or so, I think he liked it and was round the first 1900m in around 35ish minutes. Yea it’s not great but only 5 weeks early at Windermere I swam 1500 in 38minutes and I was toast so a huge improvement.

The last 1900m I jumped back in and thought I had lost green sleeves, he must be missing me by now, after 100 meters I was back on him and gave him a tickle so he knew I was back, we kept our bromance for a further 1000m but at the large orange bouy with 800m to go I got dunked a few times on the hips and legs which brought me to a standstill, I could no longer get back to green sleeves and we didn’t see each other ever again. I decided to just crack on and enjoyed those last 800m on my own I felt great and very fresh.

T1 was smooth ish but almost laughing getting shoes on as I was cramping a little bit so had to keep calm and take my time. Then it was time for the bike, the weather was perfect, warm and dry. I just got my head down and worked through the gears at super easy mode, even with this effort I was flying past everyone.

Settled in nicely for first 15mins then get on the nutrition which a snickers will do nicely, I eat them everyday so I know I can handle a few of these.

I was soon at 30miles in and just felt effortless then I saw Edwina from team Orion, she was so far up the field at this point I knew she was racing well we had a little fist pump with each other and off I went to carry on closing down everyone I could. From here it was around 20miles back to premier inn and another 5 more to transition to do another 2 laps to get the 112mile bike leg complete. At the premier inn all the family was there cheering me on but only for a split second as I was traveling around 30-35mph at this point, the weather was glorious but the forecast was grim.

During the second lap fatigue was starting to creep in on the climbs and the heavens started to open, conditions had changed dramatically and one needs to remove the aggressive Lego head and change for sensible Lego head but I must of missed that lesson at school and on sheep house just over the crest you build speed quickly then a massive right hander just over 90degrees, with the wrong Lego head, carbon rims which don’t work when wet and visor I can handle see through was a recipe for many athletes, me being one of them in the most spectacular fashion. I didn’t just crash I hit the bend so wrong and fast that I took off through the air my bike to the left of me and my body tilting towards the right from the momentum, fist in the air, yeah I’m superman. After 5-7meters of flying through the air like a super hero the ground came up and grabbed me. Arrrrrghhh, my shoulder hurt and I watched enough crashes to realise it’s probably a broken collar bone, but I’ll assess that in a minute. Another massive smash this time another rider had gone down I heard him hit the deck of the tarmac and some folks headed his was, I was no where to be seen I was so far away and in the under growth I became the invisible man. Right if this is a broken collar bone that means I won’t be able to get my arm over my head, I’ll test that theory when I get up and get to the other side of the road, if I stay here another idiot like me will kill me. I picked up the bike and visor and headed to safety.

At this point a couple of walkers described another crash they had seen at the bottom of the hill, it was getting dangerous out here now and I’m beginning to shiver. I needed to force my bars straight and try to dislodge the stuck brakes to get back on, I knew it would be tough to finish now as I still had another lap to do. Getting back on felt suicidal, I was breaking and picking up speed only going around 12mph but felt wrong so I unclipped my left leg and used my cleat as another brake, still bikes welt flying past and I was cringing.

Once down sheep house I pulled over for another assessment. With some help from supporters I got back on but inside I was done my new plan was to get warm ASAP and then go to medical the best way to do this was to ride 7miles back to premier inn and hope the family are there if not continue to medical tent at T2 further down the road. I calculated I would be bloody cold for 40ish minutes so I can handle that, luckily the family was there and we still had our room for 20mins so I went straight into the shower to get warm.

Jen drove me to the medical tent, I was dressed in Elaine’s clothes to get checked over. It’s maybe just maybe not the first time I have wore ladies clothes at the weekend but who’s counting. Strangely enough I looked identical to the character from little nightmares I was certainly having a Ironman nightmare this time. I was in good spirits at this point as it is what it is, I’m there to race my best and I’m on the edge a lot of the time, it was an error and that’s it albeit with serious consequences .

Marie Palframan was in medical and bless her she looked so down, she had pulled out as she felt it was too dangerous on the roads, I tried my hardest to make her feel better bless her and upon leaving Scott Palframan had also pulled from the race, he caught sight of Marie and that was the nail in the coffin for him on this event. There was silver blanket bodies and broken bikes everywhere it was certainly a sight you wouldn’t want to see again.

Now on to Edwina and Adrian, Edwina went on to win her Age group and 5th overall women which is outstanding result and Adrian well he well and truly spanked my rear end that’s for sure!

He finish 9th in his Age Group which is a potential roll down slot for the big Island and of course technically he was quicker then me but who’s counting!

The following day I went to hospital for an X-ray and I’ve not broken anything, I have a ligament problem at the AC point on my clavicle which has made my clavicle drop down. Basically means I’m in loads of pain and off work/sport for two months!

We’ll see about that thou as I have a busy day at work the next day.

[m71ohr]

Everyone lost in the great email war

OK. It was never Barcelona versus Real or England v Germany or even on the scale of VHS v Betamax. But there was a battle for the format of emails which raged at the turn of the millennium the outcome of which left us with a sour legacy.

GCHQ are patiently trying to help businesses secure their email and admirably trying to put the genie back in the bottle: https://www.ncsc.gov.uk/blog-post/making-email-mean-something-again 

But it could have all been very different. If only us messaging geeks had won and the unix sysadmins hadn’t been quite so promiscuous. 

X.400 had been the standard for email long before the world wide web was even a thing. It’s rival SMTP/Mime (now just called SMTP) was an upstart. The upstart won over the whole technology stack in the end. Even people who new it was wrong gave in. 

I first used X.400 supporting a messaging system for the NHS. It was mostly data being transferred; pathology results, xrays, prescriptions, purchasing etc. Very few messages left NHSnet. Person to person messages were rare. I later moved onto look after systems for the RAF and crucially a system that ran the financial transactions between European central banks that would later become the Euro currency. 

But X.400 was superb at this job. It was super secure, reliable, trustworthy. SPAM and junk mail was almost impossible. Every step of the message transfer process trusted every other step. X.400 handled attachments superbly, perfect for shuttling documents, financial transactions, images, encrypted messages etc.

SMTP on the other hand was invented to be simple. Simple to setup, simple to send. It was quick and dirty, literally. It was loved by unix system administrators who used it fire status messages around the computers they looked after into a central mailbox. It was designed for text messages only. It was (and still is) awful with attachments.

X.400 imagined a closed world where large central mail servers all trusted each other and where any email sent was guaranteed to be delivered, somehow. SMTP on the other hand was much more open. More like the postal system, where anyone with access to an envelope could post a letter to anyone they knew the address of. X.400 relied on trusted predetermined routes, SMTP on the other hand relied on the new technology of DNS. 

I dug out this old paper http://www.ittoday.info/AIMS/DCM/52-30-01.PDF which explains the differences in more detail. It concludes that X.400 and SMTP will converge into one format at some point. The author couldn’t have been more wrong.

At the same time, those of us in the front line waged a battle on forums, at the coffee machine; defending X.400 against the SMTP onslaught. 

I knew we would lose. For the same reason that VHS beat Betamax. VHS won out because it was much cheaper, although massively technically inferior. Betamax in fact lived on as the video format of choice for professionals until very recently.

X.400 was more expensive to manage. It needed skilled people. It had a much worse issue for users though. And this is what killed it. It didn’t matter how many times we tried to explain that no-one actually needed to know anyone else’s email address because we would all be using directories; it was the format of the address which killed it.

the very simplest email address you could have would be something like:

C=UK;A= ;P=gmail;O=hillohr;S=Ohr;G=Martin

It could be much much worse depending on how your company had setup it’s mail. Worse still, if you wanted to send an email to someone who only had an SMTP email address on the internet (and there were quite a few people at the time)

their address to you would be something like: 

C=UK;A= ;P=gmail;o=goole;cn=internetgateway;RFC-822=J.Bloggs(a)hotmail.com

while your address to them would be something even worse:

‘G=Martin/S=Ohr/O=hillohr/P=gmail/A= /C=UK’@google.com

it hardly trips off the tongue.

Whereas SMTP had the email address format we all know and love now.

The battles raged. X.400 was the backbone of every ‘proper’ messaging system. Microsoft’s Exchange, the worlds most successful email server seemed to have it cracked. It used X.400 in the background but exposed a lovely easy to use directory to users and was happy to accept the SMTP address format for emailing people outside the organisation.

“There” we said. That’s how you do it. The friendly email address, with the rock solid technology underneath. But website developers were having none of it. They wanted their webservers to be a able to ping out an email. Easy as pie. Without having to worry about the messy business of knowing the password for a central mail server, in fact without having to worry about knowing what their organisations webserver was called. They didn’t want to talk to the annoying messaging geeks. And they wanted to have the sender’s address as anything they cared to configure. 

They wanted to eat their cake and have it too.

But all this openness was about to bring down a storm, or maybe an avalanche. 

You probably don’t get that many penis enlargement emails any more. But that’s because you company, or google or whoever it is you trust, is already filtering out at least 80% of your email. They invest millions of pounds per day in effort holding back the tide. It’s never got any less.

In the early days it was good for messaging geeks. Sure we weren’t sorting out the shared password between MTAs anymore. But we were gainfully employed trying to stop spam, and porn and viruses.

SMTP’s open system and it’s terrible handling of attachments made it so easy. Spoofed emails were until a couple of years ago trivial to create. Me and my colleagues used to send them for fun on a rare quiet afternoon. But they are still one of the main sources of phishing attacks. Likewise the way that SMTP handles attachments is to convert them to text. It’s very messy and never been properly fixed. It’s a ripe area for malicious code because the attachments and message text are only separated by carriage returns. It’s trivially easy to make an executable look harmless. 

Even with the best efforts of the current technology SPAM is rife, spoofed emails are very common and viruses make up 50% of email traffic. None of these were possible with X.400

GCHQ and others are slowly trying to fix. If only we could turn back time. Maybe we would have battled a bit harder.

[shesinbrooklynwithme]

The Inspector character profile (GCSE)

Character Summary:

Throughout the play neither we nor the Birlings ever really find out about The Inspector and who he is. The Inspector comes off as an eerie character who brings with him a silent, heavy atmosphere. He somehow manages to overpower even Arthur Birling and also managed to get the entire Birling family to admit to any involvement they had with Eva, simply utilising a photo, a brief knowledge of the girls life and knowing look. The name Goole is a homophone for ghoul (ghost). This has caused speculation that The Inspector wasn’t even real at all, but merely a ghost to teach the Birling family a moral lesson.

ACT ONE:

“The Inspector enters, and Edna goes, closing door after her. The Inspector need not be a big man but he creates at once an impression of massiveness, solidity and purposefulness. He is a man in his fifties, dressed in a plain darkish suit of the period. He speaks carefully, weightily, and has a disconcerting habit of looking hard at the person he addresses before actually speaking.”

“Two hours ago a young woman died in the Infirmary. She’d been taken there this afternoon because she’d swallowed a lot of strong disinfectant. Burnt her inside out, of course.”

“(cutting through, massively)”

“Inspector takes a photograph, about postcard size, out of his pocket and goes to look at Birling. Both Gerald and Eric rise to have a look at the photograph, but the Inspector interposes himself between them and the photograph.”

“Because what happened to her then may have determined what happened to her afterwards, and what happened to her afterwards may have driven her to suicide. A chain of events.”

“But after all it’s better to ask for the earth than to take it.”

“She wasn’t pretty when I saw her today, but she had been pretty- very pretty.”

“It would do us all a bit of good if sometimes we tried to put ourselves in the place of these young women counting their pennies in their dingy little back bedrooms.”

“Sometimes there isn’t as much difference as you think. Often, if it was left to me, I wouldn’t know where to draw the line.”

“(harshly) Yes, but you can’t. It’s too late. She’s dead.”

“Of course he knows. And I hate to think how much he knows that we don’t know yet. You’ll see. You’ll see.”

“The door slowly opens and the Inspector appears, looking steadily and searching at them.”

ACT TWO:

“I: And you think young women ought to be protected against unpleasant and disturbing things?

G: If possible- yes.

I: Well, we know one young woman who wasn’t don’t we?”

“(massively taking charge) Allow me, Miss Birling.”

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll have to share our guilt.”

“No, no. I never take offence.”

“No, he’s giving us rope- so that we’ll hang ourselves.”

“(turning on him sharply) Why should you do any protesting? It was you who turned the girl out in the first place.”

“Your daughter isn’t living on the moon. She’s her in Brumley too.”

“You’ll remember that Mr Croft told us- quite truthfully, I believe- that he hadn’t spoken to or seen Eva Smith since last September. But Mrs Birling spoke to and saw her only two weeks ago.”

“Was it or was it not your influence?”

“I think you did something terribly wrong- and that you’re going to spend the rest of your life regretting it.”

“(very deliberately) Then the next time you imagine it, just remember that this girl was going to have a child.”

“Her position now is that she lied with a burnt-out inside on a slab.”

“(grimly) Don’t worry, Mrs Birling. I shall do my duty. (He looks at his watch.)”

ACT THREE:

“Just a minute, Mrs Birling. There’ll be plenty of time, when I’ve gone, for you all to adjust your family relationships.”

“I know- he’s your son and this is your house- but look at him. He needs a drink now just to see him through.”

“And my trouble is- that I haven’t much time. You’ll be able to divide the responsibility between you when I’ve gone.”

“(taking charge, masterfully) Stop! (They are suddenly quiet, staring at him.) And be quiet for a moment and listen to me. I don’t need to know anymore. Neither do you. This girl killed herself- and died a horrible death. But each of you helped to kill her. Remember that. Never forget it.”

“And you can’t do her any good now, either. You can’t even say ‘I’m sorry, Eva Smith.’”

“We don’t live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when, if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish. Good night.”

“He walks straight out, leaving them staring, subdued and wondering.”

“ S: He was- frightening.

B: If you ask me, he behaved in a very peculiar and suspicious manner.

MB: The rude way he spoke to Mr Birling and me- it was quite extraordinary!”

“(slowly) That man wasn’t a police officer.”

“He swore there wasn’t any Inspector Goole or anybody like him on the force here.’

“I’ll admit that fellow’s antics rattled us a bit. But we’ve found him out- and all we have to do is to keep our heads.”

“It’s still the same rotten story whether it’s been told to a police inspector or to somebody else.”

“A man comes here pretending to be a police officer. It’s a hoax of some kind. Now what does he do? Very artfully, working on bits of information he’s picked up here and there, he bluffs us into confessing that we’ve all been mixed up this girl’s life in one way or another.”

“We’ve no proof it was the same girl and therefore no proof it was the same girl.”

“(Imitating Inspector in his final speech) You all helped to kill her. (Pointing at Sheila and Eric, and laughing).”

“I remember what he said, how he looked, and what he made me feel. Fire and blood and anguish. And it frightens me the way you talk.”

Themes:

Guilt: Doesn’t need to feel guilty, but allows others to realise and accept their guilt.

Family: Shows little regard to the familial structure of the Birlings. Almost actively/ intentionally breaks the family unit apart.

Class: Shows Priestly’s communist views on class.

Love: Shows Gerald some respect for making Eva Smith feel loved for a little while.

Responsibility: Tells all to understand that they are responsible for each other.

Dramatic Devices:

Intentionally mysterious: He is intentionally kept as mysterious as possible, to keep the tension high throughout the play.

Creation of Silence: The first time the Inspector arrives, it is one of the first moments of silence in the play, with the Inspector essentially cutting through all the lies the Birlings tell each other.  

Contextualisation:

As the play was written in 1945, the Inspector represents how a post war society would have reacted to the Birling’s actions.

Also acts as a mouthpiece to Priestly’s communist political opinions.