#last night murdered me

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[zu-is-here]

Um...can you draw more killermare comic please? i love them very much (´,,•ω•,,)♡

I was never there

[nouverx]

A very specific idea/scenario I have about Alastor's sleeping habits

He barely even sleeps in the first place. He sleeps like only a few hours a week, in one go. He locks himself up in his room once a week, sleeps for 4 hours straight and that's it. And since he doesn't sleep much, each time he does he falls into a deep slumber and it's absolutely impossible to wake him up he's straight up passed out until he gets fully recharged.

He does this because the idea of being in a vulnerable position where anyone could do anything to him while he's completely defenseless is too unsettling for him, so he sleeps as little as he can and always makes sure he's locked up first, away from everyone else's eyes.

HOWEVER, one time he's playing cards with the rest of the hotel, and because he got unconsciously so comfortable around them, he accidently falls asleep on the couch during the game. Everyone is shocked because they didn't even know he actually needed to sleep (they always hear him walk around the hotel humming at night like an absolute creep so they just all collectively assumed he didn't need to sleep).

Charlie panicks a little because nothing seems to wake him up, but he's still breathing and seems fine, eventually they all just let him sleep there and keep on going with their card games since the noise doesn't seem to bother him. Charlie even put a blanket on him, and Angel initially wants to draw something on his face as a prank but in the end everyone agrees not to try anything like this, because who knows how the radio demon would react,,, could be dangerous.

A few hours later Alastor finally wakes up, immediately understands what happened and plays it cool like "Oh dear, looks like I passed out, too bad I couldn't finish the game :) oopsie" but internally he's SCREAMING

EDIT: greykolla was faster than me and made a comic about it it's so so good 😭 crying

[isogenderskitty]

[vaguely-concerned]

from what I infer from some of his dialogue, my guess is that while lucanis hasn't had a proper relationship before he has had one night stands and short term flings. and -- listen, I know he's a dick and a menace and probably a hopeless case but please do still spare illario dellamorte a moment of your thoughts and pity for the role of incredulous yet intrepid wing man that he's all but certainly had to play on several occasions for that to happen. there are 100% people out there who were trying SO fucking hard to get no strings attached laid by this stupidly hot emotionally unavailable mysterious stranger who won't be in town for long without lucanis ever realizing it. people who would have remained tragically unlaid if illario weren't there to clue him in.

I'm just imagining Illario staring in pure dismay and disbelief at his dumbass of a cousin failing to pick up what someone isn't just putting down but scattering all over the floor like glittery confetti burning with a magnesium flame brightness to spell out 'SIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAIL ME THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ENTHUSIASTIC INVITATION TO MY BED' and having to push him out the door after them like 'maker's breath sometimes i don't understand how you have the wits to grip the right end of a knife, lucanis, they were throwing themselves at you and you just stared at them in mild puzzlement until they gave up and went away go fucking GET THEM for the sake of my sanity if nothing else!!!'

[electrozeistyking]

Happy Birthday, Beanie! :D

I designed her on this day one year ago :3

Fun fact: this is technically how Beanie’s fourth bootday went down. She finally got to try whatever awful concoction drones whip up to make cake that day!

Additional fact: originally had this one scheduled to post since my own birthday... which was apparently 230 days ago, but i meant in months. which in that case would be seven.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

This is a rather high-risk romance we've embarked upon, isn't it? Brings new meaning to the term 'strange bedfellows'.

[heleentje]

For some unfathomable reason, Link liked this champion. Enough to be hurt by his actions and carry that pain with him for days on end. “What would you have me do? If I could bring back the dead, I would do so in a heartbeat. There is no part of me that does not mourn what happened—��� “You killed my best friend!” Revali screeches. Zelda’s breath catches in her throat. How dare he— How dare he insinuate that she— “He’s my best friend too!” she screams. She is no longer Princess Zelda, or the Incarnation of the Goddess, but just Zelda, and one of the few people who knew her is dead in front of her, and now this champion dare accuse her of having killed him? “Do you think I wanted this? It was never like this, Ganon never acted like this! This wasn’t the plan!”

Moonlight (every single night) chapter 11

One of my favorite scenes I wrote for Moonlight, commissioned from the amazingly talented @blueskittlesart! This came out phenomenally and I'm so happy with it!!!

[euphoricsleeplucidity]

Self-indulgent Vuzi cuddles? Yeah, self-indulgent Vuzi cuddles

"I am freaking freezing," Uzi had complained not twenty minutes ago, just before suddenly being snatched up by an oversized murder kitten.

Yeah, if you had told past her that she'd wind up cuddling with one of the very things sent to destroy her own kind, she'd of probably bit you. Or told you to bite her, whichever comes first. But, alas, here she was, grumpily pouting, arms crossed over her chest, back against the rumbling chest of a disassembly drone while said disassembly drone's arms are wrapped around her and trapping her to its body. And, not to mention, one disassembler that she's come to find is probably the most violent - though she hasn't met the other two for comparison. She shudders to think of there being one more brutal than V.

Uzi had quit fighting the forced cuddling a little while ago. In fact, she found it kind of nice. V's body was warm, really warm, and the soothing purrs that seemed to vibrate her entire being were actually rather comforting. Of course, she wasn't going to admit any of that, and she certainly wasn't going to show that she was enjoying this.

None of them said anything for the longest time. Uzi couldn't help the fact that the longer the silence stretches for, her body ends up beginning to relax against V, arms uncrossing to settle by her sides. V's tail, previously wagging (don't think she didn't notice), comes up to drape across her stomach, a gentle pressure that should be threatening, but the stinger is poised so non-theateningly that she really didn't care. Maybe it was the fact she was kind of tired though, she belatedly realizes, as she checks her battery levels. 16%.

V's head lowers onto her shoulder, and any other sound within the abandoned shack they called home for the time being was drowned out by the disassembly drone's purrs. Uzi absentmindedly wonders if the sound comes from somewhere within their chest, or their vocoder, because it is loud. She winds up voicing her question aloud, "how do you guys purr? Like- where's it come from?"

V snickers at her question, but graces her with an answer anyway, "it comes from our core." That does and doesn't answer Uzi's question. She had wanted a little more than that, but whatever, she'll settle with it anyway. Not like she has much of a choice, V can be rather secretive and aloof when it comes to certain disassembly drone features.

Once more, the silence stretches on, the only sound Uzi can hear is the lazy purring that emits from V. It's then that she realizes that she really doesn't feel cold anymore. Huh. What was it V had said while she was struggling and complaining when the disassembly drone had initially grabbed her? Oh, right.

Sharing body warmth is effective heat dissipation.

[puppppppppy]

Muwduw dwones

[fishpondpages]

they're in love

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give Me a Reason: Chapter 4 - "Tessa"

Uzi came home from school that day exhausted, both socially and physically. And was ready to jump for joy when she realized her dad was still at work. Leaving her to have the house to herself. Although she shouldn't have been been expecting anything different, Khan almost lived at his job; installing security systems for JCJenson.

The rest of her classes were normal, not counting her Computer Literacy class which she shared with N and he'd done what he'd done all day, sit right next to her and just… talk. Sometimes she didn't even have to reply and he'd still take it as an answer and keep talking to her. It should have been annoying, but it never felt that way.

But even though it wasn't annoying, it did drain her social battery to the point that it was empty, and now all she wanted to do was rot in her room watching anime. Plus… she had something squirreled away for when she had the house to herself.

She threw her backpack down by the door and ran at a dead sprint to her bedroom, where she kicked off her boots and hoodie and threw herself onto her bed with a content sigh. Although it was broken by a loud mewl, Salem; who had been taking a nap on her bed, had been interrupted and wasn't exactly happy about it.

“Sorry buddy, just had a long day.” She reached up to scratched the black cat's chin and he purred, seeming to accept it as an apology, he licked her face with his scratchy tongue and she immediately grumbled and jerked away.

“Ew! Sandpaper licks!” She yelped to herself and lifted the cat up in her hands, dangling him in front of her face before she sighed and buried her face into his fluffy underbelly and sighed. Salem didn't react in the slightest, only bleped.

“You know what sounds good right now buddy?” She pulled back and asked him, a smirk on her face as she shook him gently.

“Breaking into my stash, hell yeah.” She stood up and sat the poor cat down, who only returned to his previous activity; napping.

She looked around like she was afraid someone was watching before heading over to her desk and opening the bottom drawer, at first glance, it was full of nothing but old folders and sketchbooks, but a quick brush of her hand reveled that the drawer had a false bottom, that she quickly removed and pulled out a baggie of dried, green leaves, a lighter and material to roll a blunt.

A gift for herself, bought with allowance she'd gotten from her dad. She'd been rationing it all summer, knowing she'd need it way more during the school year and now she had no more reason to wait.

It didn't take long for her to roll up the paper into a blunt and light it up, reveling in the smell that permeated her room almost immediately, she stuck it in her mouth and took a huff, some of the static that had been building in her head all day dissipated as she gave a relaxed sigh.

Now, what was the best thing to watch while high…?

Meanwhile…

Tessa’s car pulled into the front of the school exactly fifteen minutes after it ended, it was a dark grey, like wet slate, and a pristine little BMW sedan that had never once been damaged.

“Tessa!” N gave her a wave as he came up to the passenger window before opening the door, throwing himself clumsily onto the plush leather of the seats, a feminine, accented voice giggled at his entrance.

“Have a good first day then?” The woman driving the vehicle asked, she was a young thing, 23, with shining green eyes and long brown hair held in two separate small pigtails near the front and a proper bun in the back, right now, she was dressed in her work attire, a white labcoat partly stained with something unknown and a green dress shirt underneath. Black slacks and weathered, black leather boots.

“Yeah! I mean… I got a little lost in the halls. But I met someone who was really nice! She let me sit beside her and ramble! Oh! And she really liked your tuna sandwich! And! She let me borrow a-” He suddenly stopped his excited talking, his eyes going wide as he realized.

“Aww biscuits! I forgot to give Uzi her pencil back…”

Tessa threw her head back and laughed, before shaking her head and beginning to pull out from in front of the school.

“Uzi? Like… the little submachine pistol?”

“Mmhm! She's cool, she has purple hair!” N smile got wider as he framed his face with balled fists. An energy which seemed to bleed into the woman driving, because her smile grew as well.

“You think she's pretty don't you?” She asked, smirking while lifting one brow up, driving through the small town of Copper, it used to be a mining town, but now it was the home of one of many JCJenson appliance factories.

“T-Tessa!” N's face filled with blush his eyes growing wide as he suddenly gripped the seat underneath him.

“What? Do you?” Tessa’s smirk grew wider, as he voice took on a teasing tone, if anything his blush grew worse as he leaned forward, his hands moving forward to clutch the air in front of him.

“I-I, No! We've only just met! Don't do that!”

“Oh but you were blushing! You have a little crush? On your first day?” Tessa loved her little brother, she did, but lightly teasing him was also something she took great joy in, he was always so animated with everything he did.

“No! Tessa stop that! I don't have a crush on her! I just thought her hair and piercings looked cool!” He crossed his arms and looked away from her while his blush cooled.

“Oh I know, Nathaniel! I'm just teasing you!”

N grumbled, while he knew that, he didn't really appreciate it, how could he have a crush on someone he just met? That was weird wasn't it? Sure, he thought her hair was pretty and her laugh was fun, but those were so… shallow. He was more into personalities, not any kind of physical attribute.

Tessa made a left, off the main road and onto a gravel one, leading into a wooded, secluded area, with it being the middle of spring, the trees all along the long driveway were in full bloom, little white flowers breaking up the hues of greens.

N always liked this part of the property the best, it still held all of Copper's natural beauty, instead of the perfectly manicured hedges and color coordinated flowers of the manors garden. Speaking of…

Tessa stopped in front of a huge wrought iron gate, the only entrance to the tall, spiked fence that led to the rest of the property, Tessa leaned out of the window to press a button on a large stone pillar.

“It's me, let me in.” She sounded tired already, but the voice on the other side was about to add to it.

“Mrs. Elliot requires all passengers to be acounted for, young master Tessa.”

“Oh for- it's Nathan! He lives here!”

The voice on the other end didn't respond, but the gate did open. She sighed and N just looked at her sheepishly.

“You know Mr. And Mrs. Elliot only want our safety, that's just them keeping everyone safe.”

“From what, were not in the big city anymore, I don't think anyone even knows this place exists.”

He didn't have an answer for that, so he just rested his elbow on the door and watched out the window as the Elliot Manor came into view.

The entire building was painted white, with plenty of windows in a style that portrayed it's age, there was a fancy, two door garage on the bottom floor, a fountain and a garden both in the front and in the back. The driveway went from gravel to newly paved cobbled road, which Tessa went over to pull into the garage.

“Alright, we're home!”

Next ->

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Posting one Murder Drones meme a day until Episode 5 drops, Day Eleven.

[swoopyswish]

okay call me delusional it may be valid, but my sleep schedule is currently so fucked up that i genuinely think the best idea is to not go to bed and just shower and head to the airport for my crack of dawn flight

[edgelordfluffs]

Why are people still arguing about Nuzi? Y'all know they have a 20 minute long makeout session in the middle of the church next episode, right?

[todayisafridaynight]

whatever og text i had in mind for this post about ko shibasaki looking like sayama in this movie is completely cancelled on account of utsumi (this character)'s first name being kaoru and i only found this out cause i was looking up her name just to be sure when making this post

like jesus christ i legally have to make this post now