#jesus christ cops are scary

[ethelnol]

finished finger fucking my boyfriend to a cop’s fucking floodlights. i didn’t realise it was after park hours officer, i’ll leave right away

[motheyes]

alright so that was fine

[silent-stories]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: you talk with Eddie before the final battle with Vecna.

I wrote this after more than a month of not writing anything and I don't know how to feel about it. Maybe it sucks, maybe not. Feel free to tell me.

You leaned your back against the van that Eddie had hotwired just hours before, sitting on the ground and distancing yourself from the others for a few moments.

One of your hands played with the blades of grass that covered the clearing where you had stopped to get ready for the final fight with Vecna, the other held a loaded gun.

If someone had told you a few years earlier that you would find yourself fighting monsters coming from another dimension with a group of children, that Nancy Wheeler would teach you how to shoot and that you would risk your life to protect a boy the whole city ​​believed to be a murderer, you would have laughed. You would have said it was impossible.

But now you found yourself there, watching those kids who you wished hadn't had to grow up so quickly sharpen spears and load rifles, wondering if everything would go according to plan that night.

You heard Eddie and Dustin's laughter and couldn't help but smile even though you had no idea what they were saying (you had always found Dustin's laughter extremely contagious and you loved his metalhead friend's smile, even if you wouldn't have never admitted it), your gaze then fell on Erica and Lucas, who gave a thumbs up when Eddie yelled to ask how it was going.

You knew you weren't the only one who was anxious about what would happen and what could happen, there were so many things that could have gone wrong that night and maybe, being alone with your thoughts hadn't been a good idea.

You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach and you couldn't make it go away or understand what exactly it was.

What if Vecna ​​manages to get Max this time? What if someone finds out Eddie is with you? What if the demo bats are too much to handle this time? What if you can't save Hawkings?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Out of fright, you almost raised your gun and shot. You were grateful you didn't.

Eddie cocked his head slightly to the side, probably studying your expression and trying to figure out if it was his presence that made you jump. "Did I scare you?"

You wondered if it was usual for him to think that he scared people, if it happened so many times that someone had a reaction like that when they saw him that he had come to think that he was the problem.

His kind brown eyes looked at you almost worriedly and you just couldn't understand how people thought he was a murderer, that he was scary.

"Well, I mean, didn't they ever tell you that you shouldn't approach armed people like this, Munson?" You asked with a smirk, leaving the gun on the ground.

He shrugged casually, secretly relieved that you didn't seem fazed by his presence, still standing in front of you as you looked up at him, “now that you mention it, maybe a cop, once.”

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

"Can i sit?" He asked, pointing to the space on the ground next to you.

As if you could ever say no to him.

"Sure. I'm not going to shoot you, if it makes you feel better."

He chuckled, the chain attached to his jeans jingling as he took a seat next to you and his shoulder brushed against yours.

"I had no idea you knew how to use a gun." He said.

“Can't a girl have a hobby now?”

He rolled his eyes, you glimpsed a smile that he tried hard to hide on his lips. "Jesus Christ, this girl is so rude."

You laughed at his comment, then the two of you stayed silent for a few moments, your gazes moving from your friends still talking to each other and sharpening weapons, to the sky clear thanks to the sun's rays that would soon give way to the darkness of the night.

“Do you think everything will be okay?” You asked after a while.

"Of course it'll be okay. And aren't you like... an expert at this stuff? Henderson said you've basically spent the last three years killing demogorgons."

You laughed. "I think he exaggerated just a little."

"And I think you're discrediting yourself."

You sighed. “Do you really think everything is going to be okay?”

"Yes, and then I can't die yet. I have... things to do."

The way he said it like it was something he said every day made you laugh out loud. "Things to do?"

"Yeah, it seems I haven't become a rock star yet and... I haven't asked you out yet."

"Oh. And when are you going to do that?"

"Well, you know, not many people like metal and at the moment we only play at the Hide-"

“I meant asking me out." You chuckled.

"Ohh. When we get out of this shitty situation and it's all over, 'cause my poor heart can only take one thing at a time." He raised a hand to his chest in a tragic manner.

“Your heart?”

"Exactly, what if you say no? I can't fight monsters and be disappointed in love in the same day."

You laughed again.

"Hey! I'm serious!" He lightly bumped your shoulder with his.

"I'm sorry!" You continued laughing.

Eddie snorted. “What's so funny?”

"Sometimes I wonder how your head works. I would have said yes, dumbass."

“Okay, I know I'm not the best and you definitely deserve someone much better than me but I promise- wait what?” He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly turning his head towards you, realizing what you had just said.

"I would like to go out with you." You made it clear.

He eyed you suspiciously. "You are not kidding me."

It wasn't a question, it was more like a hesitant statement, as if he had never expected such an answer from you.

"I'm not, I swear." You promised.

"Okay... okay. That's cool. That's great." He nodded as he spoke, maybe to you, maybe to himself, "the problem is, it's going to take time before... you know, we find a solution to the problem of the... murders. And I don't know when, I mean- I really don't know when all this-"

"Eddie." You stopped his rambling, "I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere."

He looked at you with that hesitant and uncertain expression for the second time.

“Stop looking at me like you don’t believe me,” you laughed, “I promise we have a date. When this is all over.”

You seemed to see him let out a small sigh of relief but you couldn't swear to it.

“So…pizza and movies after we save Hawkings?” He asked then.

“Pizza and movies after we save Hawkings sound great to me.”

He chuckled, it wasn't even the weirdest conversation he'd had in the last week.

You hadn't even realized that during your brief talk with Eddie, that weird feeling in your stomach that made you think something was going to go wrong that night was almost gone. Almost.

Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe everything would have been fine and no one would have gotten hurt.

And now you had a date after you came back from the other dimension under Hawkings.

It didn't sound crazy at all.

Steve appeared before you with the expression of a mother scolding her children on his face, hands on his hips. "Are you two done? We have a town to save."

Eddie rolled his eyes, stood up and held out his hand for you to help you do the same.

"Are you ready for the most metal concert ever?"

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[allwormdiet]

Arc 8: Extermination, Concluding Thoughts

What a fucking month this day has been

This arc has everything. The greatest virtues and darkest failures of humanity, fighting to save the day and fighting to win and fighting to survive another minute longer, fear and hope and despair and rage.

I'm still kind of beside myself at the failures of the Protectorate and PRT that get put on display in this event. Like they legitimately have time before the attack, something that is apparently unprecedented before Armsmaster and Dragon's project, and Legend burns a bunch of that time by being a massive downer instead of hurrying up with the strategy talk. They also just straight up don't explain anything to Skitter when she's taken into the hospital, which is how we end up with Stalker's identity revealed and Colin's breakdown, which. Jesus fucking Christ could these people be any more like cops than in the moment where they were pressing Skitter. Like yeah she's a villain and she fucked up truce conditions, but she's also a teenager who just recovered from a spinal injury and has been left totally alone and terrified up until she crossed that line. Obviously tensions are high, but shouldn't parahumans of all fucking people, and heroes of all fucking parahumans, be able to handle someone processing trauma with a bit more grace? Like I don't even hate the Protectorate, I think most of them are doing the best they can except for Shadow Stalker and Armsmaster. But their best has failed people, and keeps failing Taylor in particular. It's a system, and a pretty massive system at that for all it spans two pretty big countries and one heavily populated one, and we've seen the system's blind spots and shortfalls here.

Speaking of blind spots and shortfalls: hey Colin. I knew you were gonna do something fucking stupid this arc, I didn't know what exactly but you really blew my expectations out of the water. I'm very proud of you for getting Kaiser dead, okay, don't think for a second that I'd hold dead Nazis against you, but trying to get a teenager killed so you can solo Leviathan is a fucking insane thing to do. I don't care if the teenager made hornets sting your face, I don't care if the teenager told you she was going undercover with criminals and then just became a criminal. We don't feed teenagers to kaiju for personal glory. We also don't out teenagers' dirtiest secrets in front of people who might just kill them for it; you knew full well that Bitch and Regent had killed before and would kill again if provoked, and sure as shit Lisa says that they're gonna have to get Rachel to cool way the fuck down in order to make sure she doesn't murder Taylor for her almost-treachery. If Skitter got mauled to death by a giant dog, that would've been on your fucking head Colin.

Unfortunately I don't think he's gonna get more than a slap on the wrist for this, which is slightly steeper for him than for other people bc he's only got the one wrist, but maybe there's a chance he gets some fucking humility out of this entire ordeal.

I think the Leviathan fight is the best one out of the entire story so far, as I stew on it. Lung was cool, Wards was cool, Bakuda was tense and scary, Protectorate was... mixed, and Empire had some cool beats. Leviathan just. It had everything. The battlefield felt more real and more relevant to the fight than ever before, the stakes were felt, the casualties, Jesus fucking Christ the casualties. People dropping left and right, heroes and villains taking hits that they can't get up from, all in the desperate hope that they can buy that much time for everyone else to step up, that much time to save this fucking city. Skitter spends so much of the battle feeling utterly useless, even as she ends up being critical at multiple points for tracking Leviathan down, saving as many people from the shelter as she could with a borderline suicidal attack, even saving Clockblocker when nobody else was thinking to. For all she bemoans her weakness, her futile struggles, the powers she doesn't have and the people she can't rescue, she saved easily dozens of lives, and carried the fight that much further for others to keep it going.

Which is why I'm a little aghast at the idea that this could've been her swan song.

There's never going to be a better time for me to talk about this, so let's get to it. I learned that Wildbow claims to have used dice in order to dictate who lives and who dies in the Leviathan battle, including Taylor and the rest of the Undersiders, and I have two thoughts on that! One: I hope it's a fib, because the idea that there's any chance the deaths of major and supporting characters would be riding entirely on chance instead of the author's own will and ideas for the story feels utterly anathema to me. Two: if it is true, I'm really glad that he rolled exactly the way he did, because this seems like just about the best possible way for this story to remain intact.

Like let's look at this for a second, right? Let's look at major figures and see who dies. Every Undersider makes it out alive, that's our core cast right there, a lot of plot riding on them, a lot of future interactions (including the ones in 8.7 and 8.8) that would've been cut violently short and left dangling for the next million plus words. Armsmaster survives being disarmed, not out of the question since he got pretty swift treatment for that obviously, but that also means that he's alive to snitch Taylor out for her plan to betray the Undersiders, deepen the rift between them and force Taylor to double down on what it means to be a villain if she wants to have any semblance of the life she used to have before Leviathan came crashing down on the city. Glory Girl and Panacea survive in order to have their own fucked up misadventure later down the line, Flechette and Parian keep kicking and get to be characters later. Coil lives to keep being a major issue, Dinah survives alongside him and so does Noelle. Kaiser gets bisected, thank God, allegedly he was supposed to keep being a major antagonist in the future and this was cut short when the dice came up with a fatal end, but I don't know that he would've kept mattering. The ABB is cooked, done, out of the city entirely. Coil's consolidating power, pushing out every player who can't be incorporated into his little plans. The Empire is already unstable with the publishing of their identities, they can't put the genie back because any possible doubt that could've been cast on the reports was obliterated when Purity leveled multiple city blocks and talking about how she'd kill everyone in the city if she didn't get her baby back. The state of the city very likely means that Medhall is going to shit, so that's his legitimate power base crumbling, and as far as everyone is probably concerned it's open season on fascist capes. If Leviathan didn't do it, I'd give it a week before some anti-Nazi out of towner got him with a Tinkertech assassination device Shinzo Abe style. Kaiser's purpose as the one holding the reins on the Empire was fulfilled, it was entirely in keeping with the trajectory of the story to see him fall and have other threats rise in his place, that much more disorganized and chaotic and proving that the Empire isn't better than any of the other villain groups or gangs.

Let's look at the other local deaths while we're at it. Aegis, Browbeat, and Gallant; three Wards who we knew for all of one arc, and who we got to learn a bit more about in the span of a single interlude, and who didn't seem to have a whole lot going on. For fuck's sake, Browbeat apparently rolled to survive the first time and got killed in a retcon bc it made Wildbow's life easier, so clearly him living or dying doesn't add up to much. Dauntless and Velocity, two Protectorate heroes where one of them didn't even have speaking lines and I legitimately can't remember whether Velocity says anything and don't want to comb through and check, which isn't a great sign for his relevance in the wider story. Manpower and Shielder, who we only first saw in Arc 7 and who also had no lines or interactions. Alabaster, Fenja, and Kaiser, the only known Brockton native villains who bit the bullet; Alabaster had no lines, Fenja maybe had a line or maybe it was Menja but they only really mattered during the Lung rematch back in Arc 5, and I'm not explaining Kaiser a second time because fuck him and because this is already getting pretty long.

Maybe I'm biased because I'm reading this over a decade after it came out and I'm looking at it as part 8 of a 30 part story, but while I'm certain a number of these deaths will have repercussions (New Wave is certainly reeling with their losses, and there's no way Glory Girl is handling Gallant's death well either, never mind his conversation with Panacea) none of them seem to have immediate repercussions for Taylor's story. The closest thing she might have had to a personal connection with any of them was a beef with Kaiser and his lot, and that doesn't really count because their conflicts with each other were entirely within the boundaries of "cape business." Kaiser getting snapped like a Slim Jim means that out of the major criminal powers of Brockton Bay, the only one Taylor still has to deal with is Coil, who she has a lot more personal connections with for good and for ill.

And then there's the idea that Taylor could have died here if the dice said she dies, she'd end up a decoy protagonist all along and we'd switch perspectives to Aegis, of all fucking people. I legitimately want to ignore this for the foreseeable future because I'm so so so glad it didn't shake out that way. All of these past chapters, all of these past arcs, and it wouldn't matter? Taylor just drowns in the middle of a destroyed street or gets crushed by Leviathan and that's all folks? Aegis would be the one to spearhead the defense on Gold fucking Morning? (Yeah I already know about Gold Morning, I've known the broad strokes of this story for years and didn't give a fuck bc I didn't think I'd get around to reading it, more fool me.) I can't buy that. I can barely even acknowledge that it's being sold to me. I legitimately prefer the version of reality where Wildbow is fibbing about the dice, that he used them as an aid to decide which minor characters bit it while still knowing the characters he already wanted to knock off or keep alive, or that he didn't use them at all, because that makes way more sense to me as an author than the idea that he left all of it up to chance. That he left the quality and content of his story, up to and including the narrator/protagonist, up to random chance. I have to believe that he's fudging the truth because the alternative is that he's a maniac.

Okay, that's my piece said, let's get to the rest of this.

We finally get a more thorough understanding of Lisa, and the end result isn't nearly what I was afraid of. Like yeah, she's been manipulating Taylor, feeding into some of her worse instincts, corrupting a potential hero into a committed villain, but I maintain, still, that Taylor would have fucking died if she'd tried to keep playing at indie hero when Bakuda's rampage started. Is it so dire a corruption arc if it means Taylor has like an iota more of self-respect than she did before? If making her a little more selfish, a little more hardened, is what it takes to get her somewhere approaching happiness, is it really that much better to keep her pure-hearted and utterly miserable? Ideally she could be both good and happy, but this isn't that kind of story, she's lucky to get one or the other and frequently has neither, and to commit wholly to being good and eschewing happiness entirely is an unreasonable fucking ask for anybody, much less a teenager.

Beyond that little ethical knot, Lisa just keeps being fun to watch do stuff. Seeing her at work in the flashback and in the Leviathan fight is pretty spectacular, and the fact that she responds to the Protectorate's ultimatum against Skitter by putting an even bigger and meaner ultimatum to their head is a masterstroke. I remembered that the Boardwalk sucks for all that it seems like a cool place to hang around, Jesus fucking Christ the whole deal of the enforcers gives me hives.

And then there's Coil. Fucking Coil. Rancid piece of shit wannabe Bond villain store-bought superpower creep-ass bastard. Him and Creep and Pitter can all drop down an elevator shaft in the next arc and I'd still have put up with them for too long, but I'm not lucky enough for that to happen so I'm just gonna have to keep putting up with this horseshit for now, lucky me. Coil cannot die fast enough for my satisfaction, because for that I'd need him to have died an arc ago.

Can't wait to see how Brockton Bay handles getting turned into fucking Waterworld, probably not well at all

[crepesuzette2023]

So whats like the general consensus about Stu and John? Do we think they ever messed around or not?

Ooooh, I won't burn and scar my typing fingers on anything like "general consensus," and my cop-out answer is: depends on who you ask. I mean, if you're living in a world where 'a man being with a woman' = straight, or 'a man who never came out unequivocally as queer' = straight, then John and Stu very much never messed around, and, more importantly, didn't feel the desire to.

But I think if you look at it with an open mind, without being afraid of the possibility, you'll see it's more likely they did than that they didn't.

First, you have John, with his life-long romantic idea of being in love with your creative partner (see: his comments on Yoko and Paul)—an idea that fits Stu seamlessly, and perhaps even started with him. In the Hunter Davies bio, John (in '67) calls Stu Paul's predecessor in the 'my trusted partner in art' role.

There is also this conversation with Stu's girlfriend, Astrid Kircherr, as related by Backbeat director Iain Softley:

Paying tribute to Astrid this week, film director Iain Softley revealed her moving words from his interviews with her when he made 1994 movie Backbeat about her and Stuart’s romance.

They hint at a complex relationship between her, Stuart and John. She said it was only after Stuart died that she and John “took a load of pills” and talked for 12 hours about “all the things on our minds about Stuart”. “‘He was jealous when Klaus and I fancied Stuart more, and took him home and left John out,” she told Iain.

“He told me he really loved Stuart, but was afraid of the feeling.”

Iain adds: “I think she thought he meant as a friend, I don’t think there was any suggestion they were in a relationship. But Stuart had always been John’s best friend, they shared a flat in Liverpool. John would write to Stuart as ‘Jesus Christ to John the Baptist’, in the sense Stuart was showing him the way. He looked up to him.

“There was a sense John didn’t want Stuart taken away from him, he didn’t want Stuart to stay in Hamburg.

“At the same time he was very fond of Astrid, but I think there was a conflict there.”

If John was afraid of the feeling, then I'm thinking he felt something that, at the time, and probably still today, was a scary thing to feel. I'll leave it at that.

Also, they were, what? 18, 19, 20 years old? At that age, odds are you do fool around, even if you regret it afterwards. Nothing wrong with that.

Look at this picture of Stu (r.) with Astrid and Astrid's ex, Klaus Voormann. Klaus, who later said he and Astrid didn't work as a couple because she wanted him to be exactly like her image of him, and whose marriage (to a woman) was a platonic marriage of convenience, according to himself. We have now reached the beautiful stage of come onnn! "Straight" was at the party, but so were many others. These relationships were messy! That's awesome!

And how do we feel about John feeling up Gene Vincent, while Paul and George look on knowingly, and Pete Best blanks out? We feel joyous and unsurprised.

A word about Paul vs. Stu, since we're (sort of) at it.

It's possible (what an understatement) to think of their rivalry as sexual rivalry. This is, once more, hinted at in Backbeat, where Stu is more or less giving away John to Paul.

And yet. I think it was more than that. I think everyone, back then, was fighting for more than a bed-partner. They were fighting for their future, for a life unlike their parents'. Paul was fighting for the band, Stu was fighting for John to join him on his artist's way (even giving 'rock'n'roll' a try), and John..

John was, on the one hand, the person either of the others felt he needed in order to realize his dream. But on the other hand, he was the least decided of the three. He may have perceived that, within the trio, he had the fewest fall-back options: Stu had his obvious, much-mentored artistic talent. Paul had a possible academic future bwxt to his musical talent, plus a clear determination to make it in music. John had talent in spades, but perhaps less of a clear-cut idea of where and how to apply it. So he tried keeping both of them close...?

With fun scenes like these as a result:

John sure is feeling campy/cuddly, while Paul is incandescent with rage. A hot look for both of them.

In the end, we don't know if they ever did fool around. My usual reply in those cases is: I hope they did, if they both wanted it. I hope it was good.

I need to check out this book:

John and Paul look happy.

[indigofoxpaws]

the Locked Tomb as State Nightmares

(context: “50 State Nightmares” by Neil Cicierega)

Gideon: A Realistic Medieval Prison Experience

Harrow: So, You’re in a Clawfoot Bathtub, and You Look Behind You, and Jesus Christ Is in the Bathtub with You, and His Hands Are Bleeding into the Bathwater

Ianthe: Evil Sexual Genie

Judith: You Try to Tell the Cops That There’s a Fire-Breathing Dragon in the Sky, but Whenever They Look, It’s Just a Flying Nude Man

Silas: Grammy Warned You Not to Talk to the Wind, but You Went Ahead and Talked to the Wind, Didn’t You? Grammy Warned You

Protesilaus: You Pick Up a Hat from the Floor and There’s a Brain Underneath

Cytherea: A Serial Killer with a Big Butt

Mercymorn: Julie Andrews Yells at You to Shut Up

Wake: There’s a Shark Loose in Church

Augustine (& Mercy again): A Married Couple of Venomous Spiders Make You the Target of their Sick Game

John: A Great Storm Decimates Your Stock of Cattle

Pyrrha: A Scary King Makes You Eat Vegetables

Camilla: Your Pet Wolf Attacks You

Palamedes: An IRS Auditor Keeps Hugging You

Alecto: You’re Stuck In a Fridge That’s Been Turned To Face a Wall

[ali-r3n]

Eddie gets arrested for possession and distribution, Wayne comforts his Nephew’s girlfriend

Slight Suggestive Content, A little Angst, Fluff

{Word Count: 701}

Y/N and Eddie had just settled in for a lovely Saturday night. One full of pizza, soda, movie, and a lot of making out on the couch. 

She straddled his lap as they kissed, the film forgotten in the background. One of his ringed hands had just slipped up her shirt to cop a feel when there was a knock at the door. 

Eddie groaned in annoyance as the kiss broke. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me?” 

“Are you gonna get that?” Y/N asked and started to climb off of him, but was stopped by her boyfriend grabbing her hips. 

“Nah.” He gave her a smile. A mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.” 

He leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss. Y/N released a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck as she responded. Soon they were back to where they were before. 

Once again, they were interrupted by another, more persistent knock. 

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie muttered. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

He carefully picked her up and placed her on the cushion next to him. He stood up and adjusted his very obvious erection in his black jeans. He turned to her with a smirk. 

“Wait for me.” He winked. 

Y/N bit her bottom lip and giggled as her cheeks flushed red. She clenched her bare thighs, dressed in only his shirt. “Yes, Master.” 

Eddie groaned and was just about to crawl back onto the couch to ravish his girlfriend when there was another knock. He walked towards the door and opened it. He was caught off guard by the two uniformed officers on his doorstep. He stared at them wide eyed. 

“Edward Munson?” One asked. 

“Yes.” 

“You are arrested for the possession and distribution of illegal substances. Turn around.” 

Y/N stood up as Eddie did what the officer said. His shoulders slumped in defeat. He caught her eyes as his wrists were put in cuffs. 

“Eddie?” she asked and tugged at the hem of the shirt she wore so that the cops wouldn’t see her lace panties. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Sweetheart,” he reassured. “Just call my uncle, okay?” 

Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded. She sniffled. “Can I hug him?” 

“Make it quick.” 

Y/N walked towards her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him. Eddie ducked his head and nudged it against hers. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

The cops forced them apart so that they could lead Eddie to their squad car. From the doorway, she watched them put Eddie in the backseat and drive out of the trailer park. 

She ran to the phone and dialed the plant where Wayne Munson worked. 

“Munson?” he answered when he picked up. 

Tears slipped down her cheek. “W-Wayne.” 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

“Eddie’s been arrested.” 

“I’ll be right there.” 

A now fully dressed Y/N and Wayne sat in the police waiting room as they waited for Eddie to be processed. She silently weeps into the handkerchief that he had given her upon his arrival to the trailer to pick her up. 

“Hey Kid,” Wayne stated as he leaned towards her. “Eddie’s gonna be just fine, okay? No need to cry.” 

“I-It was so scary, Wayne. It happened so fast. One minute we were together and the next he was in handcuffs.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest. A man of few words, he resorted to rubbing her back to calm her. 

Wayne nudged her when Eddie was escorted down the hall. She stood up and ran to hug him. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around her and held his distraught girl. 

His uncle approached him and gave him a pointed look. “We’ll talk about this later.” 

Eddie nodded. He looked down at his girlfriend who had her face buried in his chest. Her tears soaked the fabric of his band t-shirt. He tightened his grip on her and gave the top of her head a kiss. 

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. It’s over now.”

She sniffled. “What if it happens again? Eddie, promise me you’ll be more careful. I c-can’t stand the thought of you in cuffs again.” 

“I promise.” 

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[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S1E18: The Maze

Tubbs is sent undercover to save hostages in an abandoned hotel.

This is absolutely one of those Vice episodes where you are given two versions of the truth and are asked to be discerning enough to realize which one is real. Vice likes doing this a lot with music-- you see something happening on screen that's contradicted by lyrics or musical tone, and you have to figure out if what you're seeing is the lie or whether it's what you're hearing. In The Maze, we are presented with a spoken truth (some people aren't "good enough" to be cops, the world is hard and dangerous, a kid with a gun can't be thought of as a kid ever again) and a witnessed truth (a "bad cop" is suffers no consequences because he's a cop, people you think of as disposable or even frightening are worth protecting, a kid with a gun may be dangerous but that doesn't make him not a child) to striking, devastating effect. There's a distinct sense in this episode that our protagonists are playing proscribed black and white roles in a drama they're not quite ready to see shades of gray in yet-- later in the series their disenchantment with the justice system will come, but in this point in the series, they don't quite see what we, the audience see.

I started this one thinking "it's always weird seeing other cops outside of the main squad," and then one of them immediately died

Womp womp

The two "new" cops, Tim and Dickie, are talking about how they finally made some "real arrests," and how they usually can't get charges to stick because something-something-the-law, and that it's because of guys like them that the area they're in is starting to get "cleaned up"

Immediately Sonny and Rico correct them, very gently explaining the concept of community organizing, and pointing out that whatever "clean up" they've seen happen recently has nothing to do with the cops and everything to do with the people who live here deciding to stand up for themselves and invest in their neighborhoods

This is the thesis of the episode

From here on in it becomes a split between Tim's tough-on-crime view (what's said) and Sonny and Rico's maybe-heavier-policing-isn't-the-answer view (what's shown)

The dancing guy, Pepe, is played by a choreographer known by the real-world name of Shabba-Doo

Sonny pours water on him because Sonny is an asshole

There is a scene in which Switek offers Zito lunch while Zito tries to pick up a woman through the window of the bug van; both of them tell the other they're "pitching" and I. I have questions

Tim, the asshole cop whose partner got shot, suggests that the best way to catch the criminals that killed Dickie is to just go into a building full of squatters guns blazing, random innocents be damned

Sonny glares at him like he is a leopard and Tim is a plate of ground beef

They decide to, instead, send Tubbs undercover in to see if he can clear the squatters out and get them to safety before they go after the Escobars. In order to do this they dress Tubbs up as the world's most beautiful filthy transient. He looks like he should play Jesus in a modern version of Jesus Christ Superstar

It should be mentioned that the ~*scary dangerous building*~ the homeless people and the Escobars are in is a dilapidated hotel owned by a rich white guy who's on the phone about golf when we meet him, and it turns out the only thing really scary about it is that the people inside are living in terrible conditions because they are poor. In case, y'know, other parts of the episode weren't already clear enough on the whole "maybe the system is broken, actually" angle.

After Tubbs is in the hotel for approximately three and a half minutes, Tim charges across the street with his gun because it's "ridiculous" that this is "taking so long"

He completely ruins the operation and causes an immediate gunfight between the police and the Escobars to break out; Tubbs and the rest of the squatters are taken hostage as a result. Tim is not punished for this-- Castillo says that if he "didn't need every man," Tim would be sent home, but that's it.

Let's be very clear, this is a perfect example of why the whole "one bad apple ruins the whole bunch" thing is 100% true about the police

You get one Tim the Asshole on your squad and people fucking die

Actor Joe Morton, who I best know as Henry Deacon from Eureka, but who others may know better as the SkyNet Scientist from Terminator 2, plays hostage negotiator Jack Davis. He has a big ol' stick up his ass, but he's kind of hot anyway?

Sonny smokes like twelve cigarettes in the course of about 3 minutes, and then goes outside because he can't stand to look at Tim any longer. Castillo makes an attempt to comfort him in his extremely Castillo way (he's the one who says the Escobars, who are a bunch of teenagers, "stopped stopped being kids when they started using guns"), which does not seem to calm Sonny down much. He tells him the best thing he can do for Tubbs is "be cool," and then there's a lovely little match on Sonny's face and Rico's face, both looking off to the side, both looking worried.

The graffiti in this episode slays me

666 is COMIN

Why ME

Rico plays with the child hostages, and a teenage girl dances to the music playing inside her head. I genuinely feel like this is one of the saddest episodes of Vice-- we see the squalid conditions these people are forced to live in, they're humanized and made very real feeling, even if they don't have many lines, and you know that even if they all get out alive, nothing good is going to come of it, because they've been living illegally inside an unused building and the police will have to remove them, leaving them all completely homeless. There are multiple shots throughout the episode of the beach-- its crystal blue water, the sun, the pristine sand, palm trees-- through the broken windows of the collapsing hotel. The squatters are bereft in an ostensible paradise, completely disconnected from the glamorous world outside their crumbling walls.

Sonny suggests that they pinpoint the exact location of the hostages; Tim asks why they should bother when it was the hostages who "got them into this."

Yes Tim

Definitely not you, fuckwad

When Davis negotiates to let the small children hostages go, Jaime, one of the Escobars, argues with one of the older boys that "they're just kids," and that they should do as the police said and let them free. Jaime appears to be about fourteen.

Sonny insists he go in to find the hostages; Davis stands behind him shaking his head no at Castillo. Sonny goes in to find the hostages. He climbs over a fence and through a hole in the wall in his loafers and chinos.

When Sonny figures out where the hostages are located, they send in what appears to be the entire national guard of Florida. The Escobars, it should be noted, are five teenagers.

At the end of the episode, approximately twenty adult men with machine guns point their weapons at one teenage boy. He breaks down in tears and falls to the ground, because no matter what Castillo said, he is ultimately a frightened child.

The episode ends on a freeze frame of Sonny and Rico looking at each other, silent, with the darkening blue sky behind them.

[tanyakennedy1899]

just watched pyscho (bc of whos lilers) and jesus christ fuck that altered my brain. and william. william so william coded literally a girl named lila and its black and white and the way the body gets cleaned up #tanyakennedycore

ALSO THE OUTFITS WERE SO GOOOD<< NORMANS FIRST OUTFIT IS LITERALLY WILLIAMS. AND THE COP IS SO FUCKING SCARY AND FISHER CODED. AND MY BRAIN IS MELTED

[resetmypatientviolence]

Well.

Picked up my guy from a bachelor party for a guy in our group. Was supposed to be a quick pick up.

Ended with my guy having to fucking restrain and yell at our friend on the side of the highway because he was too damn drunk and combative and refused to tell us his address and then called me a “dumb bitch”…

To which I pulled over and told him to get the fuck out (but wouldn’t let him out because… HIGHWAY AT MIDNIGHT) and called 911 because we officially, after an hour (and many friends trying to help) we couldn’t contain him. Jesus fucking christ.

ACAB but the cops that came actually came at the situation calm and cool and managed to talk to him to get his address that he refused to give us. Like proper fucking policing vs just tossing him in the drunk tank. They told us that we did the right thing to pull over and call once he past this limit of control and the officer asked me if I felt comfortable driving him home. I was hesitant in my answer but said yes— but my guy heard the officer whisper to his (woman) partner that I was uncomfortable to do so and that they’d need to handle it.

Good god. Just needed to fucking trauma dump here. The said friend has a history of getting like this when he’s drunk but this was… beyond bad. We need to do an intervention or coax him to help. I hated yelling at him and calling the cops but damn. My guy had to restrain him MULTIPLE times that night and even I got fucking involved when said friend refused to let go of my guy and even when he tried to leave my car. I didn’t hesitate to throw my body in the mix, even if I was literally dressed in soccer shorts, a tank, and over shirt with literally no bra.

Granted, I didn’t expect to be hunting down a friend then calling the cops on him, so I was throughly not dressed for this bullshit.

It was scary as hell to see my guy just straight up be so aggressive. I never saw that side (thank god) and him yelling while holding him down for the last time fucking snapped our friend out of combative mode. It’s eerie. The best I can describe is he just went full on Barbarian Rage irl, literally. At least I know even if he’s 5’7, he’ll protect us in danger and isn’t afraid to also protect me. He lost it too when said friend called me a bitch— but also had the sense to say it was time for 911.

I didn’t fall asleep until like 4 as we got back at 1 and had no idea how things ended with our friend and the cops— I hope he stayed chill.

Yeah… like fuck. My guy said it was a great night then our friend got into it with some strangers and it just set everything off in him. I feel the worst for our friend— a great guy that didn’t deserve to have his bachelor party end like this.

At the very least our friends have our back and know we did what we could.

But Jesus. Let’s hope that’s the last physical confrontation that I ever deal with. Don’t wait to get your friends help, all.

[mina-van1104]

💉🏥I had an IV (Intravenous Therapy) and Echocardiogram with Bubble Study on my heart & got a quick phone call afterwards saying I have a cardiac shunt which affects the blood flow into my heart which is abnormal & need an MRI. It's an Atrial Septal Defect (asd) and Patent Foramen Ovale (pfo).Apparently it's a congenital heart defect that only 20% of people get it. Scary & rare.😱

Never knew I had a heart defect since birth apparently that I didn't know about and still ran long distance for 19 years & ran cross-country & track & other sports. I'm extra amazing. 💪

I already have 2 other heart problems but still feel dizzy and shortness of breath sometimes. But whenever I have energy, I go walking/running with my dogs & enjoy my life. Needing some extra prayers. Still have a headache and it's been like 4-5 hours. 🤦🏻‍♀️🙏

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Always needing some prayers again.🙏 I, Mina Van 文风英 Woon Foong Yin (in Hakka Chinese).Nevada born & raised.Proud nurse, coach. Family living in Nevada for 45 (forty-five) years.Spread kindness.❤️

In the name of the Guan Yin, Ong Lee (meaning Buddha in Hakka Chinese langauge), Yay-Su (Jesus Christ), Ty-uh- ma (Mother Mary Virgin Mother Mary)

In the name of Jesus, Amen!🙏

Then my other successful blood-related family of doctors in my family,🇺🇸veterans,doctors,nurses,coaches,news reporter,lobbyist,good singers,dancers,good photographers, good writers,artists,a cop,a dentist,teachers, etc.Mixed family of Asians & white people.Spread Kindness.

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[hope-to-hell]

The thing about the woods at night. Travis Hackett x Reader. Smut, fluids, handcuffs, cnc (consensual non-con). Speeding? On his road? I don’t think so.

—-

This is crazy. This is fuckin wild happenings in the woods and all around there’s nothing and no one; there’s just you and him and the open road and jesus, anyone could see you there with your hands cuffed tight behind you and this man, this fuckin cop with two fingers deep in ya with his wild animal grin— hyena, maybe, or wolf— no, not that, but something close, something feral with bloody teeth and a taste for whatever is happening here— this fucking guy is heavy and he’s leaning hard on ya in a way that makes your wrists ache and your legs tremble.

But listen, it’s a half-moon, bright enough to see but not so bright that he didn’t look just that little bit wicked when he leaned against your car and said do you know how fast you were going? Bright enough to gleam on badge and gun and the cuffs on his belt; anyway, bright enough that anyone on the road could see the slick on your thighs with the way you’re spread open. Fuckin bastard cop, and when you tell him so there’s no answer but the twist and press of yet another finger, deep and thick and merciless.

(You’re sure?

Yeah, ‘course. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it)

Town never seemed so far away; it could be a thousand miles from here and nobody would hear you even if you screamed. Hell, like as not there won’t be a soul on this road until daylight. They’re all tucked up warm in their beds; no one in their right mind would be out here in the dead of night. So of course there you are with your face mashed against the window glass; he’s holding you there with a forearm barred iron-hard across your back and your spit smearing every-damn-where because with each motion of his fingers he’s got you moaning and whining and he isn’t even trying to stop you.

In fact— go on then, let it out— in fact, he’s only going harder with every whimper and belly-deep moan; he’s found what makes your thighs tremble and he’s doubling down on the brutal curl and stroke that’s got you clenching hard around his fingers and shaking, certain to collapse if it weren’t for the weight of him pinning you there. It’s just you and me

(sweetheart)

so you might as well relax

(relax)

and take it.

Take it, yeah. Sure. Not much else to do, not like you can just run off into the woods, crashing through the undergrowth, stumbling and hoping not to fall on your face what with the cuffs and all. Not like— well, maybe— maybe you could and here’s your chance; he’s shifting around for a better grip and there’s a sliver of open air between you now. Better not drop the ball; run like hell and hope your feet are fast and steady. And there’s that shot of adrenaline rushing cold from throat to fingertips; it’s bunching up and bursting out and here you go—

Nice try.

He was mean before but now— oh. You’ve really done it this time because you can feel the snarl tearing its way up through his throat and into your ear. Did you really think that would work?

(Course it’ll work. You put your scary face on and I’ll pretend we never had this conversation.)

He’s not looking for an answer and it’s just as well; he’s unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other is smearing your face with your own slick, pressing hard to keep your cheek pinned against the window glass. And Christ, that’s his belt buckle sparking cold along your ass just before he grips his cock and shoves inside— if you can’t keep yourself under control I guess I’ll have to do it for you— he is ungentle, unyielding, rasping fire across cheek and throat and oh— this. is what. you get— ya think you can bat your eyes and get away with anything—

(I don’t wanna get away. I want you to catch me and make me sorry I tried.

Sorry’s kinda relative here, isn’t it? But I think I can work with that)

You think— oh. Oh, to hell with it. I just—

and in the midst of all this comes the featherlight brush of his lips along the join of neck and shoulder and the weight of him as he drops his head and breathes for just a moment. And then

he moves.

He moves and he is everywhere at once, casting blurred reflections in the window glass; he is all callused fingers on your wrist, on your jaw, low on your belly, and when he pulls you hard against him there’s the breathless realization that he— and only he— is keeping you from crashing to the ground. His words fall like rain, like shattered crystal, and he cannot play this game any longer. Sweetheart. ‘Sgood. So fucking good, I need— and he is all around you, inside and out; he grips you tight and goes to pieces.

If you didn’t know him, you’d never guess the gentleness of his touch in times like these, when he rubs your wrists and lets the pad of his thumb linger. You’d never guess the half-smile that steals across his face when you’re driving home together through the night, dappled moonlight pulling him from light to shadow and back again. He’s quiet, thoughtful, turning tonight over in his mind, but he’s relaxed in a way he hasn’t been for far too long.

We’ll get your car tomorrow, he says, and he means I’d like your company a while longer. And when you squeeze his hand you answer

yes.

[rodolfoparras]

I got into a kinda bad crash just earlier today; still kinda reeling from it... it both doesn't feel real and doesn't feel like it actually happened literally saw the front end bits of the car in front of me go flying upwards as they slammed into the car in front of them and one of the cops was kinda an ass to me but the others were super nice and there were some cop cuties so it was all okay ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Sugar Jesus Christ how are you doing now? I’m so sorry that happened that must’ve been so scary for you :((

I’ve never been in one but my sister has and she said the same thing it feels very unreal which makes it harder to heal from the incident bc in your head you can’t process what you’ve actually been through :(

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

yeah hi we're doing this again because I had fun last night. yeehaw.

Gotham 4x10

another tasteful depiction of mental illness courtesy of Gotham!

The Batman (2022) was actually ripping off this episode of Gotham when it used Ave Maria

less than four minutes in and we've already got one (1) character who's a.) a scary mentally ill person and b.) a scary Black person and c.) a DEAD Black person all in one. god I hate this show

OH NO NOT RIDDLER BANGS

Pyg claiming that he "terrified the city for months" when he was in like three episodes has me in shambles what the fuck is the timeline of this show

guys I'm really sorry I don't have a lot of funny goofgoof commentary for this one but this is actually just a pretty tight ep for Gotham. like not a single plotline makes me want to put my head in a cement mixer that's pretty big here

Jimbles really just ordered one of his cops to escort a woman all the way to FLORIDA surely you can't make an employee do that with no notice

damn I guess Oswald's a dad now fr

arguably THEE cuntiest thing Oswald has ever said or done I LOVE this for him. and he's not even lying his parents actually did love him. what a FLEX.

oh okay oswald is super duper NOT a father actually. jesus christ in heaven.

oh okay yes he is I guess. the whiplash in this episode is crazy. but either way the kid is leaving so. but god man this little freak just can't stop caring about people no matter how much it gets used against him I'm emo

spoke too soon about there not being any plotlines that make me want to put my head in a cement mixer because THE EVIL HALLUCINATORY REFLECTION RIDDLER IS BACK god damn it ALL

can I not know one day of peace

[euclydya]

hmmmmm character bingo for Authority and Titus <3

- @mansplainmanipulatemalewife

VIRBATING OK OK O KO K OK OK. OK. UNDER THE CUT NGKFMGDMGKG

OS FIRST OFF:

^ ME WHEN AUTH. ME WH. ME WHEN

ok anyways

I TRIED TO STICK TO WHAT I THINK ABT SOURCE AUTHORITY AND NOT LET SYSTEM BIAS GET TO ME BUT I REALIZED. MY THOUGHTS ON AUTHORITY AND MY THOUGHTS ON PANSY ARE FAIRLY SIMILAR! SOOO. WIDJXMDNFNXMXJFJDFJ anywaYS!!!

* - everyone else EXCEPT YOU! is wrong abt Auth <3. JFNDJDF

** - THIS IS TRUE BUT ALSO i was like "I could edit this to say 'will somebody please fuck them jesus christ' that'd be so funny and true" but i was also like. Nvm that takes too muchEffort i do not have the spoons 4 that. but there's that thought anywaysJFMCMDFKKFD

BUT YEAH SO! I do not respect source Authority at all. If we met source Authority irl I would beat the shit outta that bastard. Or. Try to anyways <3. JFKDMSMF he is however Hilarious sometimes he has his moments. But also. I tHINK! SOMEBODY! SHOULD FUCKIGN KNOCK HIM DOWN A FEW PEGS! AND ALso. and . also. and also peANYWAYS ONTO TITUS!

Before I start: our synesthesia does not fucking like Titus's name I'm sorry for the weird pink. His name's shrimp coloured and weird and glitchy and shimmery I cannot replicate that shit on goddamn IbisPaint X™

SO WE BARELY KNOW SHIT ABT HIM YET but!!!!!!!!! He's fun and he's also Scary but in a good way like if u get on his good side He will literally kill & help fake murders 4 u. duh. But also hE SCARES ME! i care abt him. <3.

What we see from Harry's pov is that he Is An Asshole yes but like UNDERSTANDABLY SO!!! ofc he's an asshole to Harry & Kim thEY'RE COPS FUCK EM!

He gives off Funnyman vibes otherwise like. That character trope where Hte big scary looking dude is just v nice and funny around their friends? yeah. I imagine that's him IDK tbh <3 i will b honest we haven't played hte game In a couple months

OH I ALSOFORGOT TO ADD ANOTHER ASTERISK TO THE "if i met them irl i would beat them up" FOR HIM. IF WE MET HIM IRL HE COULD BEAT US UP fueJFDJSKDKC and "they fill me q incredibly violent urges" + "genuinely what the fuck" are also /positive & honorary. violence is our love language LMAO

The only reason we woild not like him irl is bc he is TALL [And Intimidating]. we are short and anyone way taller than us scares us. idk why <3. we have been like this our entire life. besides that tho he's cool 👍

-Electrochem