#it’s like a crime spree!

[sammansonn]

people keep breaking windows around me like people are throwing rocks or bricks into windows to break them for no reason

[hollywoodbabylondean]

[respectthepetty]

I hate my sibling. HATE. Like we do not speak level of hate.

Yet seeing Tan/New's wrong against Non as a distant sibling being labeled as similar to filming and releasing a non-consensual sex tape, roping someone into money laundering and human trafficking, lying about a person's disappearance, extorting him, bullying him, and knowingly hiding the truth from him really has me wondering what beef some of y'all have with your siblings that has y'all believing Tan's wrong is in the same league as the others.

But he is trying to kill everyone now, so I guess this A+ student decided not only to catch up to the rest, but to surpass them.

Good for him.

[the-bat-bros]

Tim: Bye sending this to babs to save as blackmail

Jason: WHAT IS THIS!? Never happened you’re delusional f—k that clown (please k*ll me again)

[t4tails]

in sharp contrast to the previous penguin issues interesting stylization, this poison ivy one was clearly drawn with only one hand

[sandushengshou]

it was not meant to be funny but mu nianci here made me laugh for real

the little setback:

turns out the man ↓ he thought was his father is NOT his father

his shifu isn't helping here

why is he a traitor for believing a lie no one thought to deny for 18 years

and the man he met twice five seconds?

that's his bio dad and he just killed himself

and his mom?

yep. decided to join her husband. right in front of yang kang

honestly yang kang, mu nianci is right. get up and walk it off.

[slippery-minghus]

System Breach Sunday 🟡

#8

Threat assessment protocols fizzled sharply at the edges of his vision, ready to take action—but there was nothing he could do. Detective Reed was an ally. Any act of defiance, any harm to a human without explicit orders…

>WARNING: STRESS LEVELS RISING - 43%

Connor focused on his objective. “The Lieutenant is due to arrive shortly, Detective,” he supplied, tone modulated to register as calm and even, unaffected. With a possible lead to uncover in the deviant’s notebook, the statement was based more in truth than the vague excuse he’d offered Detective Collins. The sooner he could placate Reed, retrieve the notebook, and get back to work—the sooner he would have a reason to summon the Lieutenant.

Gavin all but cringed in contempt, nose wrinkling as he peered down at Connor. “Sure he is,” Reed replied, rolling his eyes.

Decidedly, Connor did not refute the Detective’s apparent skepticism. His stress levels were still on the rise, and the efficiency of the supplemental charge entering the port at his wrist was beginning to suffer. Even with his threat assessment protocols pushed as far into the background as he could manage, Connor’s overtaxed system would tip back over into draining power if he did not resolve this exchange soon.

This time, he chose a tone that was pleasant, perhaps even supplicating. Appeasement projections deemed it to have the highest chance of success. “Thank you for stopping by, Detective. If I may have the notebook back, I would like to return to work.”

Connor had hardly finished speaking before his algorithms stuttered in recognition. He’d made the wrong choice.

Reed grinned, but it wasn’t kind. Far from it. “Oh, this?” he asked, making a show of examining the notebook, as if he had not been aware of what he was holding. His grin widened. It was nothing like that moment in the alley, but Connor remembered the deviant, the predatory look it gave, and—

Reed slapped the notebook a few times against his open palm, before waving it at the android. “So what do we have here? A clue from the hunk of plastic you and Lieutenant ‘Jack Daniels’ still can’t get your act together enough to catch?” He thumbed through the pages, only to click his tongue in disgust, “The fuck even is this, your deviant Little Miss Teen Angst, or some shit? This its diary?”

Connor remained silent. It was a gamble, but there was a chance that refusing to engage would persuade Reed to lose interest.

Finally, for the first time since the interaction began, it seemed Connor had chosen the correct course of action. Gavin had hardly paused long enough to allow the android to speak anyway, instead finding further amusement in the deviant’s notebook. Before long, the Detective’s sneer of disgust gave way to a poorly stifled laugh.

Reed turned the book to show Connor the reason for his amusement, continuing to snicker in revulsion. Across the open pages was a spread of pasted in photographs, neat and uniform; each was of a human face, displaying varied expressions of physical pain. Connor’s databanks were quick to supply the collection of films and television episodes the images had been sourced from, but he was no less perplexed by the sight.

“What a joke!” Gavin barked a garish laugh. He contorted his expression mockingly, mimicking an image of a woman crying in distress—only for his face to fall a moment later, dark and angry. He slammed the notebook shut. “If Fowler had just listened to me, he’d have agreed that this isn’t even a fucking case. But no, it’s the top investigation for the walking fleshlight Cyberlife sent to steal our damn jobs. Unbelievable.”

Reed huffed through gritted teeth, still seething. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’d have caught the piece of trash already, but whatever, take your time, the fucker’s only killing androids anyway. Not even worth the damn recycling fee.” With a noise of disgust, Gavin dropped the notebook into the wastebasket beside Connor’s desk and stiffly wiped his hands. “Shame about all your dead friends though,” the Detective chuckled, giving a dismissive wave as he turned to walk away.

Connor’s stress levels dropped so sharply at Gavin’s departure that he nearly lost control of his expression and posture.

[msburgundy]

last night was the first time i crated the dog overnight (for being an extreme jerk to the cat) and not only did he do surprisingly well (no whining or anxiety or anything) but i did not freeze to death without him, which is really nice for me because it means i can do it whenever i want without necessarily having to do it every night

[gingerbreadmonsters]

every time u reblog a fic a fairy gets its wings

[eyepatchdate]

yatagarasu / the phantom buddy comedy

[whenigetboredijust]

“I created you. You created me.”

Let’s remember that Jonathan Ohnn - the fun, silly, well drawn villain we are all enjoying atm, actively choose to work for Alchemax. He’s smart enough to know that the contract he signed, the criminals he worked for and the dangerous experimental work he was doing could destroy or alter his life permanently.

Miles blew up the machine but before he did, there was evidence that it would destroy the multiverse, let alone cause some spotty, transformative side effects. Ohnn had warnings to make better decisions, or get out.

Conversely, Miles getting bitten was destiny and luck, but not Jonathan’s doing, he just lost track of a fancy spider.

So he didn’t “create” Miles. Just like Miguel, we see yet another grown man throwing their problems at a teenager simply trying to do what is right because of their own baggage.

Anyways, he’s so silly :3

[deansbracelet]

cassie would've been the perfect recurring character :( we wouldn't need a million "good cop" characters if we had one nosy, determined, fearless reporter who already had a valid reason to be on crime scenes and get access to classified information

[thomas-mvller]

Guys, you're about to hear the stupidest thing in a long while:

Remember when i told you a bunch of people from my inner circle got robbed consecutively a couple months ago? one of them was an aunt who got robbed at gunpoint and they took her purse, so when she went to the bank to block her credit cards she got told that someone made a $1200 purchase with one of her credit cards........ on mf SHEIN 💀

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

Out of character post but

I think the hardest Dostoevsky book to read is The Idiot, because when they were talking about the newspaper article I literally could not give a shit I just wanted to hear abt my girl Nastasya Filippovna and how the narrative doomed her this time.

[ramblingandpie]

OH MAN so I took a law and literature class when I was in law school and we read Paul's Case by Willa Cather and Paul is a teenager and his dad has like a HUGE portrait of John Calvin in their living room and out of about 15 students in the class... basically 14 of them glossed over it? And I was like ?!?!?!??!?! And then went on a huge rant in class about John Fucking Calvin like excuse y'all but this isn't even "the curtains are blue" it is "a huge portrait of a guy who you could look up on Wikipedia" it is Important To The Narrative.

Me, starting a video that says it's going to explain how Victorian poorhouses fucked up the concept of charity forever: ok, show me what you've got

Video: it starts with the ideas of the Christian philosopher --

Me: DON'T SAY IT DON'T FUCKING SAY IT

Video: -- John Calvin

Me:

[thetwistedwhiskersshow]

so we're clear i think anyone who thinks spree 2020 is a good movie definitely has something wrong with them