#police solve math

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[liiixsturniolos]

" m'sorry officer. "

dealer!chris sturniolo x cop!reader

(Readers name: Auriella/ Auri Robbins.)

warnings!: smut, (p into v), dom!chris, sex in a car, mentions of drugs. Car speeding (illegal do not imitate!!)

wc: 1.8k

◇ Your first day at your new job as a cop is quite eventful. You stop a reckless driver until you realise who it is, an old friend from high school, Chris Sturniolo. Reminders of your teengage years, lead to something that could definitely get you fired.

You gather your neatly folded pile of uniform, setting it down on your bed before you carefully button it up onto yourself, clicking your belt together. You walk over to your bathroom mirror and stare at the shiny new badge you have pinned to your royal blue shirt.

You feel proud. You made it. First day on the job, you're ecstatic.

Your boots click against the floor loudly, their shiny and new, not broken in yet. The tough leather is rubbing against the heel of your foot, but you ignore it and continue to walk toward the car your boss is sitting in.

"Good to see you again, Robbins." He tells you the same as every other morning at 7am sharp. Your day flies by fast. You don't do much, mostly just lounge around in the police car and nosy into minor drug cases, and hand out a few tickets, nothing that matters.

Dissatisfied with your uneventful day, you stroll back to the car, waiting patiently for your colleague to return from the store he was in. You bite your nails out of boredom, play with strands of your hair.

Anything that could satisfy your mind for even a minute would be nice.

You wanted to solve real cases. To stop someone dangerous or take down a big crime, something that would promote you and make your bosses proud. You didn't want to be sitting in an old dusty police car with stained leather seats and only arresting fourteen year old boys who thought they were cool for selling class B drugs from their school backpack.

It bored you quite frankly, and you wanted something real.

A car zooms past, and it had to have been over going over 90.

The echoing screech of the tires woke you up from your thoughts. "Fuck!" You shout, starting up the car.

You disregard your colleague in the store, push your foot down, and set off on a chase. It was a stupid idea in reality.

You should've gotten on your radio and called for someone else to intercept them. It's unlikely you'll catch up with the speeding car on your own.

Your lights are now blaring, the loud warning and red and blue lights flash rapidly as you speed down the road towards the car. Switching lanes and forcing him to pull over, you stop the car as he accepts his fate.

Feeling proud of your first real catch, you exit the car with pure euphoria flowing through your veins, your legs feel tingly, and you can't help but smile slightly as you walk up to the window.

The dark, tinted window rolls down slowly, "m'sorry officer." A familiar voice apologises from inside.

"You were speeding a lot." You emphasise the 'a lot' of your phrase hinting at the severity and wondering if you'd be getting a bonus for this or something.

The man's face is revealed as he turns his head to pass you his licence. "Chris?" You question, holding his licence closer to your face to check you weren't mistaken. "Oh shit! Auri, that you?" He realises.

"Damn, so you're a cop now?" He laughs, taking in the look of your full uniform and pinned up hair.

"Yeah, I am." You respond with a hint of an ego, proud of your achievement.

"That's crazy, I remember when you couldn't pass math." He chuckles.

"I might just give you two tickets for bringing that up." You tell him in a sarcastic tone.

"You wouldn't give me a ticket, would you Auri?" He tilts his head like a puppy.

"Well, you were speeding, fast- like really fucking fast." You say.

"Yeah, I know, m'sorry, let me off this time kay?" He asks, his hand placed on the wheel firmly and his eyes locked in on yours.

You wouldn't break. This was a serious offence. He could've crashed into someone. You have to take him in, or atleast give him a ticket.

He notices you thinking, your body turning stiffer and your arms more firmly crossed, he worries he won't get away with this.

"C'mon Auri, remember all the good times we had."

He says good differently, you knew why.

Just because you fucked once or twice when you were teens doesn't mean you owe him anything, you know that. But when he tilts his head at you, when he pleads a little, seeing his hand gripping the wheel...

The pressure broke you. You tell him you'll let him off this once, but if you ever see him do this again, he's not getting away with it.

"What are you doing driving out here alone anyway?" You question him.

"I just wanted to go for a drive alone, clear my thoughts n' stuff you know." He lies through his teeth.

You could tell he was making up an excuse on the spot, but you'd kind of stopped caring, distracted by him, his eyes, hands, you hadn't seen him in so long.

"You know, I've missed you, Auriella." He whispers.

You couldn't tell if this one was a lie or not.

You smile. "Let me take you for a drive, hm?" He asks.

"Is that one of your jokes?" You respond with a straight face.

"No. Seriously, c'mon Auri, like we used to. You used to let me drive you around fast, even before I had my licence." He smirks.

He was a terrible influence on you in your teenage years. He distracted you from your studies. Got you into a little weed every now and again and would drive you around in his dad's car that he'd steal.

In reality, he hadn't done that to you. Maybe you had. But you like to blame him, you'll never admit you were a little rebellious, you'll never admit you did illegal things, or that you'd fuck in the backseat of his car, it would be the opposite of your pristine, princess reputation.

"No, I gotta go. Let's just forget about this." You tell him sharply, turning away.

He grips onto your bare arm. You turn back your head, "Auri, one last time?" He asks of you.

Shit. Okay, now you had to go. He was looking all begging and cute like he used to. One last time right? Couldn't hurt hm?

You get into the passenger seat of his car and clip on your seat belt. He laughs hearing the click of it. You've become 'uptight' to him, not like you used to be. You've grown up, matured, he hasn't, he's still racing around.

The car speeds off, your head jolts backwards at the impact, and the car soon becomes steady but speeds up quickly.

You'd forgotten about the rush.

The euphoria, the butterflies you'd get, the feeling like you were floating as the car went 100 miles an hour. I was watching intently as the numbers went up higher on the screen. 60. 70. 80. 90...100 mph.

You were obsessed with it. It was an awful and dangerous thing, but that added to the excitement of it all, the wondering if that night was the night you were going to die. It was exhilarating. It made you so anxious. You loved it. You felt 17 again.

The car slows down, eventually coming to a stop as your smile fades and Chris' giggles stop. He looks at you, a dirty look. Something you faintly recognised as you'd tried to scrub it from your mind many times.

His hand lifts from the wheel to your face, he grabs it impulsively and rough like he used to, pushing his lips onto yours.

Your hands roam through his hair. He kisses you harder, rougher, and it reminds you of the way he used to. He pulls away, his lips now latched onto your neck, and he leaves kisses, as he whispers in your ear about how much he's missed you.

He's unbuckling his belt. You give in and do the same, "I missed you so much, I missed this so much too." He whispers.

Fuck. That was all you needed. He might as well have hypnotised you into jumping into the backseat with your pants off.

The next thing you know, that's exactly where you are. He's on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing his tip against you, sliding himself in slowly.

You moan out quietly, your eyes shut. "Open your eyes, Auri. I wanna you to look at me like you used to." He asks.

You lock eyes with him as he pumps himself deep into you, hitting the right spot repeatedly, untying a knot in your stomach you only just realised was there.

His sweating, bare chest is hitting yours. He bottoms out inside of you, the entirety of his dick, pushing as far in as he could go.

He gets rougher, something you won't admit you like too. He's practically ramming in and out of you, which was the dirty secret you loved.

Your eyes well up with tears. It's a weirdly nostalgic feeling as you come to your high, as euphoric as the drive earlier.

You feel your legs shake around him, the grunts he utters become quiet, as you're blinded by white spots clouding your vision, your eyebrows turning up, and your mouth hanging open wide.

His throbbing cock twitches inside of you, he coats you with warm, wet release as your back arches up at the feel of it, you join him.

You suddenly become aware of what you've done and where you are.

"This was bad." You say worriedly.

"The sex?" Chris scoffs, his eyes wide open.

"No-no, not that.. this. I'm gonna get fired, Chris!" You yelp out.

"I'm sure you won't. I'll help you come up with a lie for why you were gone, trust me." He insists.

You can barely hear him talking over your fast beating heart and your raspy breath as you pull up your underwear. All you can think about is what you'll tell your boss. That you ran off to go on a fast drive and fuck an old friend?

Chris grabs onto your shoulders with his hands, "Listen, I'm good at lying. I'll get you out of this kay?" He reassures you.

Your eyes are darting around until they fixate on something, something you hadn't noticed before, being too busy to see, bags in the trunk of the car.

You lift your head up to see what's in the trunk. You let out a gasp.

"Chris are you fucking kidding me!" You scream.

"Shush, shush-fuck Auri, chill." He shushes you and turns you away from the drugs which are resting in his cars trunk.

"Drug dealer? Chris for real?" You mumble, his hand over your mouth.

"Yes, quit freaking out about it, God." He begs.

"You're a drug dealer and you thought it would be appropriate to fuck a police officer!" You yell.

"Oh my god, Auri! Quit screaming it to everyone!" He pleads.

"This is insane." You tell him, your eyes wide open, staring at him.

"Listen, maybe we can hatch a little agreement, okay?" He starts...

That's it for today! Please comment/tell me if you want a part two to this! Please also interact if you liked this. Thank you for reading cutiesss!!

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[anemoiashifts]

how to detach for reality shifting.

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♡ stop putting your dr on a pedestal.

we’ve heard this before but really. i mean it.

im going to assume if you’ve wanted to shift you’ve asked people what it is, asked shifting creators other questions, looked into theories. you were trying to expand your knowledge by looking for answers outwardly. looking for information isn’t a bad thing, but obsessing over what shifting is / isn’t can make shifting harder because your focused on the “what-if’s” & not living as you are. deciding to set out & rationalize shifting & policing others can be detrimental in your journey. this is why i say, i don’t care what shifting is because it’s something. & that should be enough.

the truth is, there is no 10000% concrete proof that shifting is this or that. there is no experiment that solidifies one theory or another, demeaning it as “correct”. they’re all just theories for a reason. so stop trying to rationalize is. find comfort in the unknown. in my opinion, that is the first thing needed in detachment. the letting go & elimination of overthinking how something works & just allowing it to work within time.

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♡ “ill shift & things will be better. ill be happy, ill accomplish this. ill be better.”

your reality is a mirror of your thoughts & internal world. if you’re someone who thinks “this world is awful” you will subconsciously search for things that affirm those beliefs. i saw this example before & i think it really drives this thought home. if you see yourself in the mirror & notice your lipstick got on your teeth, you’re going to wipe it off your teeth. meaning, the mirror didn’t change. you did.

looking for external validation may unintentionally self-sabotage because you are not in the feeling of having it. you are searching for it which is you reminding yourself you do not have it yet.

don’t put off your happiness. allow yourself to feel everything you’re expecting in your dr at this moment. neville goddard once suggested the practice of living your life & imagine what it would be like if you had your desire. continue your imagination with the mindset that you’ve already shifted / manifested / achieved everything you’ve ever wanted until it shows in the 3d, when you are in full alignment. you are focusing on your desire, thus you will recognize it more & watch it show itself in your exterior. the 3d is a mirror to the mind.

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♡ so how do we detach ?

there is no step by step, how to guide. in its simplest terms detaching is accepting & not obsessing over an outcome (when it comes, how you will achieve it) because you know it’s yours already. detaching doesn’t mean not caring or not thinking about our manifestations or —in this case— our desired realities. it means not overthinking your desires.

detaching is ultimately trusting yourself & the universe. that everything will work out in your favor no matter what.

you must change yourself before anything else. once the concept of self is changed, everything else in your life will follow. you decide what you are worthy of. you decide what life you want to live. you are the only one who can truly define yourself. every one else, every other person you have come across, only has their assumption & interpretation of you.

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i want to take a moment to speak about timing. there is no set time your manifestation will come. everyone attracts at different rates. it takes some people days to shift for the first time, it takes others months and some it can take years. patience & persistence is vital in manifesting.

example. some people are able to solve math problems really fast & get every answer correct on exam. while others need more time to preform at the same rate as the students who are able to complete their work faster. the quality of the work is the same. vs if the person who needed more time on math exams rushed through every single problem resulting in getting the answers wrong. everyone goes at their own pace & that’s okay.

a second example. let’s say your baking a cake. you put in all the ingredients correctly, you have to correct sized pan. but when it comes to baking it — let’s say 45 minutes — you keep opening the oven door to check on it every minute. it’ll never cook. you have to give things time & the seeds you’ve planted time to grow.

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[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved on our archive

By - Jessica Wildfire

You’ve been lied to, over and over, about Covid.

Here’s a recent example:

A public health grifter in Australia named Nick Coatsworth recently urged schools to “save your money” because “any investment in air filtration is unproven and wastes precious resources” and that “Covid is no more harmful to kids than any respiratory virus.” You’ve heard this before, from dozens of highly credentialed doctors and public health officials, all of them with their own motives.

In reality…

Up to 25 percent of children who catch Covid go on to develop Long Covid, a euphemistic term that describes long-lasting damage to virtually every organ and system in their bodies. One recent study has estimated that 5.8 million children in the U.S. currently suffer from the condition.

There are dozens of studies.

In many cases, children who were healthy and happy go from performing well in school and having lots of friends to barely being able to solve simple math problems and withdrawing socially, even after a mild illness.

As a pediatrician at NYU has said, “This is a public health crisis for children,” adding that we’re going to see the “long-term impacts of experiencing long covid in childhood for decades to come.”

So when someone tells you that Covid is a mild illness for children, they’re lying. They’re doing harm to your children. You should get angry.

People are sicker than ever, and it’s getting worse.

When they say air purifiers don’t work…

They’re also lying.

Public health officials like Ashish Jha and Rochelle Walensky have advised their own children’s schools to spend millions of dollars installing clean air systems at the beginning of the pandemic. Rich parents joined them. Jha and Walenksy, like Mandy Cohen after them, have become some of the most notorious Covid minimizers on the planet, continually spreading misinformation and encouraging a culture of “personal risk assessment” that has driven a mass disabling event, with tens of millions of adults and children now suffering from chronic illness and disability, with slim hope for treatment in the near future. It’s not because we lack knowledge, but because our governments lack initiative.

Meanwhile, they spare no expense for their own families.

You deserve to know the truth.

In the U.S., our government originally allocated billions of dollars explicitly for the purpose of installing air cleaning systems in schools.

What happened to all that money?

First, many states explicitly refused to spend those funds. They redirected as much of it as possible. At the same time, CEOs pulled off what federal prosecutors call “the biggest fraud in a generation,” spending pandemic relief dollars on toys. Even NBC reported on the scandal, describing how the rich engaged in “the theft of hundreds of billions of dollars in taxpayer money” by “purchasing luxury automobiles” as well as “mansions, private jet flights and swanky vacations.” They didn’t just raid payroll protection. They also took $80 billion from other disaster relief funds. As one attorney said, “Nothing like this has ever happened before.” It’s theft on a massive scale, and it happened during both administrations.

The rich did all of this while the rest of us were dragging ourselves through the hardest years of our lives. And of course, you remember how the minute things started looking a little brighter, those who stole from us started complaining about how we didn’t want to work anymore, and we had too much cash. Some of these thieves were prosecuted, but many more got away with it.

It gets worse.

While the rich were spending pandemic funds on yachts and sports cars, our governments were spending money on police, prisons, and courts. According to a bombshell report by The Marshall Project, “billions of dollars flowed to the criminal justice system by the first quarter of 2022, from covering payroll to purchasing new equipment,” as well as “courts, jails, and prisons.” The equipment included tasers, rifles, shooting ranges, and armored vehicles. Governments were very clever in how they framed their purchases. In one case, a town in Alabama said new tasers with longer ranges would help curb the spread of Covid, since “officers will not have to get so close to the perpetrator.” Another city said armored vehicles make the public feel safer during challenging times.

By the middle of 2023, an investigation by Epic uncovered that at least 70 different municipalities were spending even more relief funds on police surveillance equipment, mobile forensic technologies, monitoring stations, and drones. They also bought software to spy on our social media.

Basically, while the rich were stealing from us, our governments went to absurd lengths to spend billions of dollars on anything other than clean air. By 2022, Biden was even giving governments his blessing to do so, using the unspent funds as proof that he supported law enforcement, a largely political move. As The New York Times reported, Biden was “making a forceful push” ahead of midterm elections “to show he is a defender of law enforcement.” As PBS explained, Biden urged governors to spend the rest of the money on law enforcement even as the treasury department released another round of funds.

So, that’s why our schools don’t have air purifiers.

We have an overwhelming amount of information that HEPA air purifiers work. They don’t stop transmission in cases where someone is sitting or standing right next to you without a mask, but they remove anywhere from 70 to 99 percent of the virus in the air, when they’re installed properly.

They significantly reduce your risk.

Indoor air experts can tell you a lot more about how to maximize the efficiency of air purifiers and ventilation systems. The end of this post offers resources toward that end. For now, we’re just going to talk about the simple point that they work. There’s absolutely no reason not to fund them, especially given that our children’s futures depend on it. Let’s get started.

Carl Van Keirsbilck has written an extensive review of studies on the effectiveness of air purifiers. Nina Notman provides an extensive overview on the benefits of clean air, including air purifiers and why certain types might be so reluctant to embrace them. So does Andrew Nikiforuk.

First, the CDC found that adding two HEPA air purifiers “reduced overall exposure to simulated exhaled aerosol particles by up to 65 percent without universal masking.” When you add masks, it goes up to 90 percent. They recommend HEPA purifiers as part of an overall clean air strategy.

A review of more than 50 different studies in Indoor Air found that “when HEPA filters were utilized, regardless of the type of ventilation, number of ACH [air changes per hour] or hospital area, minimal surface-born and no airborne SARS-CoV-2 RNA was detected.” In other words, HEPA filters can significantly reduce the amount of virus in the air, even when you might struggle to ventilate a space.

A study in Environmental Science: Processes & Impacts found that portable air cleaners used in classrooms “reduce the mean aerosol intake of all students by up to 66 percent.” A study in Physics of Fluids found that using multiple HEPA purifiers in a classroom led to a reduction in viral aerosols “between 70% and 90%.” A study reported in Buildings & Facilities Management found that using a HEPA purifier in combination with open windows led to a 73 percent drop in the risk of infection in classrooms. A study in Virology found that a HEPA filter could remove between 80 and 99 percent of viral aerosols from a room.

A study in Aerosol Science and Technology found that when researchers installed four air purifiers in a high school classroom, “the aerosol concentration” of Covid “was reduced by more than 90 percent within less than 30 min” and the reduction “was homogeneous throughout the room…”

A study in the Journal of Hospital Infection found that HEPA filters can “reduce the viral load in air” by as much as 99 percent and that “air purification systems can be used as an adjunctive infection control measure.” A brief article in Nature reported that an ICU in Cambridge used HEPA purifiers to largely remove Covid and other pathogens from their wards. That brief report turned into a full study published in Clinical Infectious Diseases, showing that not only do these filters remove Covid but also “significantly reduced levels of bacterial, fungal, and other viral bioaerosols on both the surge ward and the ICU.”

A study in Infection Control & Hospital Epidemiology found that by using two HEPA air purifiers, “99% of aerosols could be cleared within 5.5 minutes.”

A study in Building and Environment found that combining air purifiers with ventilation in a gym “can reduce aerosol particle concentrations” by up to 90 percent, “depending on aerosol size.” Another study in the same journal found that adding a portable air purifier to a hospital patient’s room “could prevent the migration of nearly 98% of surrogate aerosols…”

So when someone says investment in air filters or purifiers is “unproven” or “a waste of resources,” they’re not just wrong.

They’re lying.

There’s a major movement for clean indoor air.

Many of these researchers gathered last fall at the Clean Air Expo, a virtual conference hosted by the World Health Network, where experts and advocates shared their knowledge and strategies for getting the public on board with the message. I sat through every minute of it, and I learned a lot.

(You can watch the stream here.)

Some cities like Boston have already deployed sophisticated air-cleaning systems and air quality monitors in their public schools. They did it because parents and teachers teamed up with nonprofits to get the job done. Groups like Indoor Air Quality Advocates are building local, regional, and national networks to do the same. Advocates like Liesl McConchie are touring schools and speaking at school board meetings to spread the truth. HVAC experts like Joey Fox run blogs to educate the public on effective strategies.

Companies like Clean Air Kits are changing the game by offering quiet, affordable PC Fan filters and quick guides on how to use them.

Startups like the Air Support Project are taking the Corsi-Rosenthal box into commercial territory, to make them more accessible and to clear the red tape that often keeps them out of schools. Other companies like SmartAir are providing people with portable air purifiers when they need extra protection.

Consumer Reports explains how air purifiers work and tests the most popular brands. Groups like the Clean Air Crew have posted multiple tutorials on clean air, including buying guides. Confused parents and teachers can also visit Clean Air Stars to find affordable, reliable filters.

The elite will tell you that clean air is a waste of money while they spend millions of dollars on it themselves, all while big tech companies make special deals with energy utilities to restart nuclear reactors and coal plants to power their data centers. They’re not being very honest, are they?

Maybe it’s comforting to believe that air purifiers don’t work, that Covid doesn’t make anyone very sick anymore, and that we don’t have to figure any of this out. Deep down, you probably know it’s not true.

Public health agencies are staying silent on clean air, and sellout doctors are pushing misinformation, all because our governments gave our clean air money to the police and let the rich walk away with hundreds of billions of it, which they spent on sports cars and vacations. Instead of facing consequences, they would rather have you believe that air purifiers don’t work.

Your children deserve clean air.

So do you.

[eggs-612]

> go to math prison

> issued prison number 300,763

> my cellmate says I'm lucky to get a perfect cube, tells me 9/10 times they'll call me as 67^3

> look at his outfit, it says "x^2 + y^2 = 30,527" apparently they call him with coordinates on a 2d plane, if he fails to acknowledge the calls he gets sent to "The Fractal Room"

> he refuses to explain what the fractal room is.

> every time I want to do something, or go to sleep, or get food from the prison cafeteria I have to solve a math problem, and if I fail I get a 0.5pi strike.

> 360 degrees of strikes and they take me to re-education, whatever that means.

> only 23.125% of a math year in and I've already got sin(1/√2) strikes.

> my cellmate says he can teach me how to lose strikes if I help him match graphs to reciprocal functions

> I forgot to specify where the horizontal asymptote is

> it turns out he's one of the math police and now I'm going to the fractal room.

> fml

[bluekat12345]

My idea of a modern Scooby-Doo

I've had an idea of a modern version of Scooby-Doo. I actually had this idea for a while, and I thought I'd share.

Characters

Fred: Part of a school sports team and many would see him as a stereotypical jock, but he's actually nicer and smarter than people think he is. He would be a great leader, a clever strategist, a good mechanic, and a supportive and caring friend.

Daphne: The rich and popular cheerleader captain, who many would see as a stereotypical mean girl, but similar to Fred, would be much smarter and nicer. She's a skilled athlete thanks to cheerleading, a martial artist, and fiercely protective of her friends.

Velma: One of the smartest girls in school and an aspiring forensic scientist. Knows a lot of crime facts and police procedures and very knowledgeable on math, geography, history, and various fields of science. Comes off as a snarky know-it-all, but is well-meaning and helpful to her friends

Shaggy: Considered in outcast at school, not really having any friends, and considered a total coward and loser. But he is a skilled cook, has surprising athletic and acting skills, has a wealth of simple wisdom, and while he is cowardly, when it matters most, he'll stand by his friends and help them no matter how scared he is.

Scooby: The team pet, Shaggy's emotional support animal, but still just as cowardly as he is. But would be fiercely loyal to Shaggy and would never let him ever feel alone. This loyalty would later extend to the rest of the group.

Story idea

Naturally this would take place in a high school setting, and the story starts before they become friends, each have their own cliques and friend groups.

What do they all have in common? A love for true crime podcasts, and all of them are big fans of the same true crime podcaster.

I imagine Velma being an open fan, Fred and Daphne being secret fans that they wouldn't share with their friends, while Shaggy and Scooby treat it as a guilty pleasure, it scares them, but they can't get enough of it and always wants to listen to them.

Their first mystery would take place at their school, with police believing it is a clear-cut case, but they would now there is more to the mystery.

I imagine Velma being the first to investigate it, with Fred and Daphne managing to join after proving beneficial to solving it, having the skills Velma herself doesn't have. With Shaggy and Scooby getting caught up in it, not wanting to really being part of it, but still sticking around and showing they have helpful skills of their own.

They wouldn't start out as friends, obviously, with them only working together on the case for their own interests/benefits, but the case brings them together and they ultimately become true friends.

And after their first mystery together, they become inspired to form their own true crime podcast which they would call "Mystery Inc." They would talk a lot about the cases they solve.

They would talk about the criminal, how and why the criminal did what they did, and maybe even how they were able to get caught, making sure to give detailed descriptions as well as their opinions and insights in the case.

So, this is my own idea of a modern Scooby-Doo series. Nothing grand, but this is my general idea. Feel free to ask questions if you wish, though not sure what else I can say.

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 2

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,..)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, mention of parent's death (Steve's mom), mention of domestic violence Words: 1870

Harrington's place is a solitary house in the middle of nothing, surrounded by the woods and nothing else. Billy appreciates the privacy; no noisy neighbors that might call the police if they hear a few screams, like it wasn’t a normal thing, and no one around to see him limp the day after. Not bad at all.

Neil was even proud of him when he told him that he was going to tutor the richest boy in town.

He literally said, "Kid, I'm proud of you." Which is a first in Billy's life.

If the big house and the heated pool didn't give away how rich Harrington's family is, the doorbell would, it sounds like the doorbell they have in the old big mansions and Billy is almost expecting a butler in a pressed uniform showing him the living room instead of his schoolmate.

"You came." Harrington says, almost surprised.

"Told you I would. Are you disappointed, pretty boy?"

Steve shrugs, moving from the door and gesturing to Billy to get inside. The house is super modern and cold, the living room seems ready to be the set of a sitcom, the kitchen is so clean that it almost shines and Steve's room is the most boring room he has ever seen; there is nothing personal, not a trinket, a picture, a sporting trophy, nothing at all, just a desk and few books there are lying on the side.

"Do you want something to drink?" Steve asks, annoyed.

"I'm not here for a courtesy visit, I'm here to help you because you are too stupid to do your fucking homework and you need a babysitter." Billy snarls, ready to fight, but Steve doesn't take the bait, he sits at his desk and stares at his books.

"Where would you like to start?" He asks, pointing at the pile of books.

"What do you need more help with?"

"Math."

"Let's start there."

Steve takes his book and opens it, staring at the first problem.

"Come on! It is an easy one!" Billy sighs, taking the book and quickly solving the problem while Steve stares blankly at him "Can you just concentrate a little for Christ's sake! You didn't even write the right numbers! Are you stupid? Can't you copy some fucking numbers?"

Steve flinches, moving away from Billy. Billy sighs, this is not going well. He takes a deep breath and thinks about the waves of the ocean, trying to calm himself and when he feels a little bit settled he asks "Why... why didn’t you write the correct numbers?"

"I did!" Steve replies, "I can copy some stupid numbers, ok?"

Billy stares at him for a long moment and he sees how the boy squints while reading.

"Do you wear glasses?" He asks and Steve glares at him.

"Of course I don't, jackass!"

"Well, maybe you should. Have you seen a doctor recently?" After Billy broke a plate on his head.

"I... I don't like doctors." Steve confesses blushing in embarrassment.

“Are you scared of doctors?” Billy mocks him and Steve turns his face, avoiding Billy’s stare “Are you serious?” 

“I’m not scared… I just… I don't like them.”

Billy stares at him for the longest time before Steve finally cracks. “When mom went to the hospital… she never came back, ok? I know that’s stupid but I can’t deal with the smell of disinfectant ok? And I’m young and healthy, I don’t need a doctor!”

Billy can understand the fear of the doctors, the few times Neil brought him there with a broken arm or to fix his nose, he was always terrified that those doctors, who asked so many questions about how he got hurt, would have taken him away. Living with Neil was no fun, but living in a foster family didn’t sound much better either.

“I’m not saying you should do a complete checkup, I’m just suggesting that you might want to see an eye doctor, so maybe everyone will stop thinking that you’re stupid.”

“I don’t give a shit about what everyone else thinks about me! I was their fucking god and now what? You came to town, took my place and all my friends forgot about me. I guess they weren’t my friends after all and you are not my friend either! And I don’t need to study all this stupid shit because I’m going to work with my father as soon as I get out of high school! So what the fuck do you want from me? I’ll give you a good review, I’ll say that you were the best tutor ever. Let me copy you from your test and we’ll be good!”

Billy shakes his head “No.”

“What?!”

“No. I will not let you copy from me and I don’t give a fuck about your stupid opinion of my tutoring skills. I just gave you a suggestion, you don’t want to follow it? Fine.” Billy replies, ready to get back to his place. Harrington is avoiding his stare, he is clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are white.

“Stop being such a baby. You can’t take any criticism!”

“What about you? You come here, to my house, telling me that I’m either stupid or blind! What did you expect?” Steve snaps.

Billy gets up, grabs his things, and pushes them in his backpack. Fuck Harrington! Billy doesn’t have to help him! He doesn’t owe him anything! It’s not his fault if his sight is shitty!

Only… maybe it is.

Only… Steve actually tried to help Max.

Only… Billy is not the dickhead he pretends to be.

“I could… I could come with you.” He suggests, keeping his back to Harrington, his hand on the handle of the door.

“And what? Hold my hand like a fucking child?” Steve snarls, throwing what’s left on the desk to the ground.

Billy dares to turn, this time it’s Steve who has his back turned. “If that’s what you need.” Billy steps forward, not daring to touch the other boy but wanting to let him know that he is there, that he is listening “Where is your father?”

“Russia? China? Don’t remember. He must have written it on the calendar, I don’t really check anymore.” Steve replies and Billy sighs. He never really understood how lonely Steve must feel now that his friends have turned their back on him and even his girlfriend left him.

“Was she worth it?” Billy asks, and Steve’s shoulders stiffen “Was she worth losing your privileges? And your friends?”

“If I lost my friend it is not her fault. She is… She was… well, she was everything I wanted, the only problem was that I wasn’t enough for her.” Steve says in a self-deprecating tone. “It’s the story of my life. I’m not bad, but I’m never enough, no matter how hard I try. Even my father thinks that I’m not enough and he should know, right? He is my father.”

Billy gets closer to Steve and forces him to turn toward him, “Listen to me. You are the only one who knows your worth, ok? Not Wheeler, not your father, not those stupid boys at school! And if you keep repeating to yourself that you are not enough, you’ll end up believing that! So look me in the eye and tell me something good about you.”

Steve tries to free himself from Billy’s grip “What the fuck? I don’t do this stupid shit. If I needed a therapist…”

“Look me in the eye and tell me something good about yourself.” That’s a game Billy’s mother made with him every time Neil belittled him, and it worked every single time.

“I… I…”

“One thing, I know you can do it.”

“I’m… I’m brave.”

Billy smiles “Yes, you are. Good job, Harrington.” He tells him, patting his back, ready to leave.

“Hey…” Steve calls him, finally getting up from the chair. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I was going to order pizza and watch a movie.”

Billy stops, wondering if Neil would get mad at him “Can I call home? I’m not sure if Susan already cooked.”

“Sure. The phone is in the living room.”

Billy and Steve get downstairs and Billy calls home, it’s Susan who answers and tells him that Neil is not home yet but that he can stay out for dinner, he just has to be home by ten. 

They order pizza and watch a movie and for Billy it is the first time ever. He never invited anyone to his place and he didn’t get invited much, always too unpredictable to be invited to someone’s home. Maybe that’s why he and Steve are perfect; Steve feels like he is not enough, and Billy feels that he is too much.

“Will you book a visit to the eye doctor? I’ll drive you.” Billy asks while they are watching an action movie.

“I don’t know.”

It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either, so Billy nods and goes back home. As soon as he enters his father calls him, asking him where he was, and when he tells him that he was at Harrington’s house his father seems really pleased. “Those rich boys are always stupid, aren’t they? But my boy is so clever that he is the one who is going to help that stupid kid. You’ll do great things, I know, you are just like me.”

Every time that Neil says that they are similar Billy feels some disgust about himself. He doesn't want to be like Neil, and even if he knows that his outbursts are so similar to the one his father has, he is trying his best not to become like him. Waking up one day and seeing Neil Hargrove in the mirror is Billy’s greatest fear. Not being beaten to death by his father, not getting married to a woman he will never love because he likes boys, not being trapped in a life he knows he will hate every single day. The only thing that terrifies him, the only ones he prays from every night, kneeling on the side of his bed, folded hands and eyes closed, is not becoming like his father. 

He always lived a life where he was always ready to fight for dominance and he is so tired of being alert at all times.

Max is sitting next to Susan, watching a television show together, “Steve’s house is so cool, right? Did you see the heated swimming pool?”

“We studied, I wasn’t there to have fun.”

“I know…” Max snorts “I just thought that maybe… but you are right. You are no fun!” She rebukes, finally leaving him alone.

Billy’s room is full of music posters, he has a big stereo and a vanity made with plastic crates where his few precious belongings rest: a strong male perfume, the same brand his mother bought him years ago, and the golden necklace he received as a gift for his christening.

He stares at himself in the mirror, somehow he feels a little bit less angry and skittish, is it possible that spending time with Harrington might really be beneficial for both of them?

[springonmytraptillicomeback]

Could you tell me about Clay please?!

YES YES YES!!!

Okay. Clay Burke, Hurricane Utah police chief, yadda yadda we know that from the books. Clay is actually pretty normal. Kind and friendly. He’s like if your took your average Joe and gave him ADHD, internalized homophobia, and gay thoughts. He’s also not that smart- reason for why he likes Will and Henry for their intelligence. He’s not like a dumb dumb idiot, he just isn’t great at math, or science, or solving problems. And that’s why he became a cop :)

Henry and Clay both grew up in hurricane, but they weren’t really friends until their 20’s, and Clay’s around 4ish-5ish years older. Clay thinks Henry is really cool causes he’s smart and gives loves of good advice, and Henry likes Clay because Clay is a pretty normal person and Henry needs to feel like he’s a normal person too

Henry and William meet in college, and Henry introduces Will to Clay. More on their dynamic. Clay thinks Both Henry and William are cool cause they’re smart and run a super successful business (and also Henry’s really strong and handsome and William’s really theatrical and pretty and he’s faggy for both of them)

Clay has a kid, Carlton, and ex-wife (cause none of them can keep their wives), Betty. They divorced when Carlton was around 15.

He sometimes goes by the pizzeria on his break when he’s bored n shit

Also he and Will banged

And so did he and Henry, but I haven’t talk about that yet. It’s basically the same as William but this time with a bit less alcohol. And also it was before William All three of them probably end up doing it at some point but I haven’t decided when or how

rehehehhe

[sanjoongie]

Library of Illusions~ Mystery Section

Blue Blood

📚Part Six for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: Android! Jongho x Detective! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Sci-fi au, Detroit become human influenced, coworkers to lovers

📚Warnings: hostage situation, child endangerment, android racism, degradation kink, fingering (f receiving), sex in a public space, dom!jongho, begging, m and f orgasm

📚Word Count: 3,885

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: for your final test, you are transported to a world where androids and humans live and work together. but you hate androids and one gets assigned to you as your new partner

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have

↫The Adventure Section ↭ MasterList ↭Keeper of the Keys↬

You walked past the shelves in the Mystery section, continuously having to take double takes because the books disappeared and reappeared, sometimes in the same place, sometimes in a different place. It made picking a book extremely difficult but you honestly should have expected it with this being the final guardian to defeat before you moved onto the restricted section. 

A hand landed on your shoulder and goosebumps littered your skin. “If you succeed, I can make your greatest dreams come true.” A cheeky kiss on your cheek had your face burning. You didn’t bother to try to catch the entity this time. You knew it wouldn’t reveal itself until it was good and ready.

“Whatever slow burn this is, I’m not here for it,” You denied out loud.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a book flew from the shelf beside you and you caught it quickly with your reflexes. The front showed a bright blue circle and you read the title ‘Detroit Become Human’. 

You opened the book you had caught and watched patiently as the book flew out of your hands. It landed upright with its pages flipping open until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent and within you could see a desk and fans on the ceiling. Were you going to be a detective this time? You hesitated to step through, worried that you wouldn’t be able to solve a crime and receive your key.

“Hesitating now wouldn’t show good character,” The entity's voice mocked you.

You frowned and threw up double middle fingers. “And what does it say about a demon who won’t show itself,” You threw right back at him and finally walked through the portal.

You were sitting at a desk, business casual clothes on, a digital badge by your keyboard and a screen that said Detroit Police Department. The name plate said your name with a Detective prefix. You felt tired and cranky and you definitely needed another cup of coffee.

Your lieutenant said your name and beckoned you over. They gestured to a man in a long jacket. "Detective, this is your new partner JC-1012."

The android smiled closed mouth. "Jongho, actually. It's preferable if you refer to me by my name. Studies show--"

You grimaced and rolled your eyes. "A fucking 'Droid, are you kidding me? You couldn't find a human cop?"

Jongho’s eyebrows shot into his fringe, his face quite expressive. "Actually, with human error factored into the equation--"

"I don't care about the fucking math, I care about empathizing with other humans and being able to help them!” You insisted stubbornly.

The android continued his sentence like you didn’t say anything at all. "--androids like myself are 99.9999999--"

You rubbed your hand roughly over your face. "Fuck me, do you ever shut up?"

Your lieutenant crossed his arms over chest. "Detective, this is your new partner whether you like it or not. Our homicide rate for this part of the city is up by 5 whole points and that's not acceptable to the mayor. So he pushed the funding and now you have an android partner. Deal with it."

"Yes, Lieutenant," You said sourly.

You sat back to your desk with a hmph.

"Can you tell me something about yourself, Detective?" Jongho asked, unbuttoning his jacket and sitting down across from you at your "partner's" desk.

You continued working on the report you had been typing up earlier. "Why in the hell would I tell an android something about myself?"

"Well, statistics show--"

You tossed your head back and groaned. "Please!"

"--when you share personal details with your partner--"

"Okay." You stood up and marched over to your sergeant’s desk.

"--that you will bond," Jongho smiled like he was a friendly concierge at a hotel.

"Give me a case," You begged your sergeant.

Your sergeant pushed her glasses up her nose and scanned the screen before them. "There's a murder at the local strip club involving an android and a customer. I want you on all Android involved investigations, Detective."

You smashed your fist against the desk in frustration. "Fine. FINE. Jongho. Let's go."

“No problem, Detective.”

You and Jongho slipped into a squad car and made the drive towards the Eden Club. It was primarily a strip club but members could always pay an extra fee for a private room, which basically equated to a lovebot hotel. You sighed; that was the last place you wanted to go.

“Detective?” Jongho responded to your sigh, “Is there something wrong?”

“Nope, just tired,” You replied to him.

Jongho opened his mouth but his next question was lost when the radio screamed of Code 136: hostage situation. The minute you heard the operator say android, you pulled an illegal u-turn and zoomed to the address. 

“Detective, we already have a case,” Jongho stated.

“I’m aware of that,” You said, your grip on the wheel getting tighter.

Jongho frowned. “Detective, your heart rate--”

“Just shut up, Jongho. We’re going to the damn hostage situation, okay?” You shouted.

The car was completely silent, almost stifling. “Detective?”

“Jongho, I swear to God if you babble one more statistic at me, I will stab you with my pen and see your blue blood run,” You threatened.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d let me talk down the android.”

You tore your gaze from the road to stare at Jongho and then went back to driving. “Why?” You spat out finally.

“I’d like to think I’m the best candidate to talk down a defective unit. I am an android after all,” Jongho supplied.

“I don’t think you can do anything. There’s a human’s life at stake here!” You shouted. 

“I’d like to save the life of both the human and the android, if that’s quite alright with you,” Jongho admitted quietly.

That made you pause. He wanted to save an android? It only made you more grumpy. “Fine, you can be the one to handle the hostage situation. But if I even sense that the situation is taking a turn for the worst, I am the head detective here, and you will listen to my commands.”

“Yes, Detective,” Jongho agreed solemnly.

The hostage situation was a high adrenaline scenario that had you worried every step of the way. The caregiver android of a child of a wealthy citizen was threatening to take them and the child over the building’s rooftop amenities. The child had expressed how hard it was to keep up with their studies and being friendless and the pressures of their parents' expectations and the android had taken the child’s ‘I wish I would just die’ a little too much to heart. Jongho spoke passionately to the android, speaking of how didn’t the android want to watch the child grow up and become an adult themselves, and wouldn’t the caregiver feel pride having been the one to help that development. 

“This is the moment where you decide your own fate!” Jongho said passionately. “Either you release that child or you condemn the both of you.”

The caretaker’s arm tightened around the child, who squealed in fright. Your instincts kicked in, and without saying a word, you began to run and dove for the child. You felt pain before you heard the gunshot behind you. You had managed to grab the child before Jongho shot the android and it fell to its demise to the pavement below.

The entire police department and emergency crew that were on sight lauded you for your quick thinking and no one said a word to Jongho, who had done the most for the case. You wanted to feel right, that you were the human and Jongho was the android. What did Jongho need recognition for? He was just doing his job. But then so were you.

After the emergency crew wrapped up your arm that had been grazed by Jongho’s bullet, the two of you went back to the squad car so that you could write up the report for the hostage situation. You ignored the calls of your sergeant for not taking the case that was assigned to you, and typed up everything you remembered while it was fresh in your memory on the tiny console in the squad car.

“Detective?” Jongho sought to gain your attention.

You tapped on the tiny keys as your windshield wipers lasered the rain from your window. “I have to do this right now Jongho, or the details will change or get hazy. I’m a human after all. I don’t have photographic memory.”

“I need to speak to you about shooting through you,” Jongho persisted.

“It’s not necessary,” You attempted to cut him off.

“It is necessary to explain!” Jongho frowned, “I calculated the angle and the risk, and ran through a great many scenarios, and the one with the best outcome--”

You closed the console softly. “Jongho. I understand.”

Jongho’s mouth snapped shut. “You understand?”

“If you had not shot that android, I might have gone down with the two of them. You did what was best to save the two humans in that scenario.” You sighed heavily. “At the expense of one of your own. I appreciate that,” You admitted gruffly.

You continued your report and the air lessened with its tension but your muscles did not. Your adrenaline had drained from you but you still held yourself stiffly in your seat. “Well--”

“Detective, is there anything I can do for your comfort level? My scanning tells me your muscles are so tight, they must be painful.”

You turned your head slowly in disbelief, “What?”

Jongho’s gaze went from your tailored slacks, up past your button blouse and met your eyes. “I can help you.”

“Help me how, Jongho?”

"Do you know what I was before they sent me to become your partner?" Jongho peeked at you through his eyelashes.

You swallowed but found there was no moisture in your mouth. "Don't tell me you were a lovebot?"

Jongho smiled, gummy and bright. "I was a lovebot," he confirmed.

"Shit," You cursed, "Jongho--"

"Do you know what I still retain from that job?" Jongho interrupted you, "I still have an innate want to please others." Jongho leaned forward. You held yourself very still as he looked you directly in the eyes, face centimeters from your face, and pulled the lever that made your seat lean back. "Let me please you?"

"That is such a breach of conduct," You breathed out in rushed words.

"You are stiff, Detective," Jongho bit down on his lower lip, his voice getting husky, "Let me help you get loose."

Jongho's hand slid down your pants and you didn't stop him. In fact, you spread your legs to give him easier access. A pool of wetness had already formed there, and Jongho smiled knowingly when his fingers met your wetness. "Do you want my fingers, Detective?"

"God, Jongho, stop playing these games," You growled.

"You have to agree to my services. I have to hear you say the words." Jongho's eyes danced with merriment.

"Want your fingers," You mumbled.

Jongho turned his head and cupped his ear. "Hmmm, what's that?"

"I want your fingers inside of me!" You shouted hoarsely.

"Would that please you?" Jongho asked with a cock of his head.

"Please," You whimpered, swallowing what was left of your pride.

"Oh pretty, all you had to do was ask!" Jongho assured you and then plunged one finger inside of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your hips thrusted upwards as you were finally filled. Jongho lifted his chin and looked at you through hooded eyes as his finger began to push and tap at the rough spot inside of you. You let out a high whine at the sensation.

"Want more?" Jongho asked in a low voice.

"Please," You murmured again and Jongho pushed a second finger into you. You began to pant at the two fat fingers that were stretching your hole.

"What's wrong, Detective? Why are you so tight and so wet for me? Has no one touched you in a long time? Are you only used to your own fingers fucking this tiny hole?" Jongho tsked you. "That's criminal, pretty, this hole deserves to be pounded into every morning in the sunbeams."

You whined at the imagery of Jongho bending you in half, your feet over his shoulder, as he jackhammered into you with nary a sweat drop as the morning sunlight drifted through some curtains. You should not be imagining such a sweet scene with your android partner, but there it was.

When those two fingers began to fuck you, Jongho's palm anchoring his hand, the lewd squealching noises that came from your cunt was embarrassing. Jongho laughed under his breath. "Aren't you sweet, getting embarrassed over the noise of your pussy taking my fingers so well. I gotta make you cum if you're gonna take my cock, hmmm?" The hum sent shivers down your spine.

"J-jongho, that's too fast--" Your words were cut off as Jongho sped up his pace, mercilessly passing over your g-spot until you came with a strangled cry.

"That's it, pretty, come for me and relax," Jongho talked you through your orgasm and then removed his fingers from under your pants. He wiped them on your thigh and raised an eyebrow at you. "What next, Detective?"

You evened your breathing but your legs were still spread and your underwear was a mess. "We gotta…return…the squad car…"

"We can return the car," Jongho ducked his head in agreement. "Or I can log a breaking and entering we found as we made our way back to the station and I could fuck you in the back of this cop car."

Just how far were you willing to take this? Jongho was offering but didn’t you hate him? But the look in his eyes… didn’t seem as soulless as you had originally perceived. This didn’t seem like a trap either. You just didn’t know anymore.

"Pretty?" Jongho brought your attention back to him. 

“I…”

Jongho tilted his head. “If you’re concerned, I’m offering my services because--”

“Jongho, for once, can I not get one of your default answers,” You said dryly.

Jongho ducked his head, almost a shy motion, completely contradictory towards his recent behavior. “Yes, Detective. Perhaps I am being a little bit greedy but I prefer your reactions to me as I pleasure you, to when we are as partners.”

“You…prefer?” You looked for clarification.

Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed. “You respond to me in an innate way that feels more like a human experience than a human and android experience. I feel that is how I would like our interactions to proceed.”

“You want to feel like I’m treating you like a human and not an android,” You repeated back to him.

Jongho smiled again. “Yes!”

“You were right, earlier,” You admitted, “I haven’t been fucked in a very long time.”

“Won’t go see the lovebots, I assume,” Jongho asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, and with my schedule, it’s hard to date,” You added.

“I can,” Jongho paused to bite down on his lip, somewhat conscientious and not tempting, “I can help you with that, Detective.”

You groaned, unsure if you could say no at this point. What have you turned into??? “Before I regret this…” You opened the backdoor and left the driver’s seat to shuffle into the back of the squad car.

Jongho met you in the back, a small smile pulling at his lips. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Don't gloat or anything, JC-1012."

Jongho pouted at the reference to his model number. "Detective!"

"Yeah, yeah," You said while pulling off your pants and underwear and throwing them to the floor, "You don't want to be treated like an android."

Jongho's attitude changed at the drop of a coin once your messy and wet pussy was out on display. "Pretty, your cunt is calling for me," Jongho hummed.

You felt your nipples tighten at that phrase. "My neglected pussy needs you, Jongho," You whined.

"I can take care of you," Jongho promised. He folded his long jacket properly and tossed it back into the front passenger's seat. Next was his belt and button and zipper to his pants. His forearm muscles bulged as he rolled his sleeves up as well. "I'm going to fuck you so well that your pussy won't be neglected any longer." You let out a desperate noise from the back of your throat and Jongho smiled confidently again. 

If you thought that Jongho was just going to fuck you in the missionary position in the back of the squad car, you were sadly mistaken. Jongho bent you in half, your legs hitting his shoulders and his hips pressed into your ass. Jongho had also been right in making you come beforehand, because the extra wetness made so that his girth eased into you without resistance. However, when you come, you become tighter, so Jongho was all gritted teeth and grunts.

"Fuck, how are you tighter after coming?" Jongho panted, "Were my fingers that good, pretty? Is my dick that good?" You clenched down at his words and he grinned, fierce and ego-fulfilled, "It is me then. I feel honored."

You tossed your arm over your face in embarrassment. "Jongho, please."

Jongho immediately removed your arm from your face. "I want to hear it," He said in a gravelly voice.

You looked at the ceiling and said, "Your dick does this to me."

Jongho pulled back and thrusted into you, making your breath catch in the back of your throat. "What was that?"

"Fuuuuccckkkk, do that again," You begged.

Jongho, out of pure pettiness, kept his hips flush with your ass and raised an eyebrow at you. "Sorry, what was that?"

The corner of your lips turned downwards. "Your dick makes me tight and clench down on you. Please, Jongho, please don't stop."

Jongho shook his head so his fringe moved out of his eyes. "As you wish, pretty."

Jongho gave you harsh thrusts, and long pull outs, enough to give you what you wanted but also leave you wanting more. The pleas and promises that fell from your lips only fed Jongho even more. You could tell that he loved that you were at his mercy; that only he could give you what you needed at this moment. It was completely different from the disinterest and distrust you had given him earlier at the precinct.

"Oh god, Jongho, I think--!" A particularly sharp thrust had you crying out, interrupting your sentence, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, just like that, yes!"

"Gonna come on my dick, pretty? Gonna milk me for all I'm worth? Gonna take all of my cum like a good little cum slut? Want me to fill you up and have my cum leaking out of your poor little hole? I bet you can barely hold any of it," Jongho mocked you.

You threw your head back and yelled as your orgasm coursed through you at Jongho's dirty talk. "Fuck fuck fuck," You whined as your walls pulsed around Jongho. 

Jongho gently let your legs go and pushed your hair behind your ear. "There, relaxed now, pretty?"

"So fucking relaxed," you said and then stiffened immediately. "you little shit, you are leaking out of me!"

Jongho chuckled, manly and full of ego, "I told you so."

The dispatcher called out your squad car's number and you groaned. "Sounds like they still want us to check in with the Eden Club. Guess our android work is never finished."

"Detective?" Jongho called out to grab your attention once again.

You stopped pushing yourself upwards to stare up at him. Not a hair out of place, he barely looked touched, where you probably looked like the epitome of a cumslut. "Jongho?"

"You're a really good person, under that tough exterior, aren't you Detective?"

The sentence caught you off guard. "I…guess I haven't thought about it that deeply. I mean I am in the police force, I suppose I put others before myself--"

Jongho sighed, fixing himself and helping you out of the squad car once you had put your pants back on. "No, pretty, that's not what I'm talking about."

Your face screwed up in confusion. "What are you talking about, Jongho?"

"You." Jongho poked your forehead with his index finger. "The one who came to the library of illusion with a selfless reason."

"Are you malfunctioning? Did my pussy do that to you?" You laughed dryly but Jongho did not join you.

Jongho pursed his lips to the side in thought. "I'm kicking you out. Your inner strength is unparalleled to any human I've come across while being trapped in this place. I'm not sure if you can defeat him but it's worth a try to support you."

You crossed your arms under your chest. "You're not kicking me out of anywhere, Jongho, I'm the detective--"

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the Mystery Section. Jongho still had a long jacket but it was accompanied with leather pants. Jongho fondly poked your forehead again. "You're lucky I'm a softy."

"Jo-jongho," You groaned. You brought both hands to your face, an intense feeling of pain cutting through your head.

"Here." When you dropped your hands, Jongho was offering you his key: a badge. "You deserve this. I hope you know that."

You blinked and you felt like you had just been hit by a truck or had a concussion. "I'm not sure I can do this."

Jongho shook his head. "You can't give up now. Not when you're so close."

"I barely know which way is up right now though," You admitted.

Jongho took your hand and put the badge in your palm and curled your fingers around it. "Go back to Seonghwa. Show him that you have all the keys. He'll know what to do."

"Thank you," You said weakly.

Jongho shook his head. "No, thank you. I haven't come that hard in eons."

Your eyes widened and you felt your face heat up. Jongho's borderline evil laughter followed you out of the Mystery Section on your way to Seonghwa.

You dragged your body to Seonghwa's desk, where the keeper was playing a book version of Jenga. "Don't you have any respect for the books you keep here?"

Seonghwa jumped in the air and placed a hand over his heart. "You scared me!"

"Do you think…I could put the last key…?" You made a few shaky steps around the desk before you collapsed against Seonghwa who caught you.

A look of pity washed over his face. "It's finally caught up to you, huh?"

"That last one, there was barely a moment between me and the other me, I--" You grimaced at your still pounding headache. "Fuck."

Seonghwa kindly took the badge key from you and placed it beside the bumble bee. "The six keys required to open the restricted section." 

He firmly closed the display case and the both of you watched as the keys sunk into the black sand. Then your eyes swung to the large gate. 

And nothing changed.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," You cursed.

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[dat-town]

dilemma of love

Characters: Yonghee & female reader

Setting & genre: college au, academic rivals to lovers

Summary: The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely but you haven’t seen it applied for love. You might be the first one to try.

Warnings: academic pressure and stress, MC cries at one point, narrative-heavy and a bit cringe ending. i tried to be as realistic with mathematics stuff as i could but it’s been a while since i took advanced math and it shows. good thing is, at least this way it's more understandable (hopefully)

Words: 2.9k

Author’s note: @restlessmaknae it was supposed to be posted 2 weeks ago (which would have made it funnier considering your Taiwanese story) but life happened, anyways <3

The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely in economics, politics, even sports.

It goes like this: there are two criminals captured by the police that offer each of them a deal to either stay silent or testify against the other in order to lessen their own punishment. The criminals have to decide between these two choices but the outcome also depends on what the other does. If both of them stay silent, each of them gets a year of prison time. If they both testify, they get two. If only one of them testifies, he can walk away free while the other is sentenced for three years.

You were in high school when you first heard about this concept and it left you flabbergasted that the best response is to testify and betray the partner in crime because the consequences of choosing to stay silent would have potentially worse payoff. In game theory it’s called a strictly dominant strategy which means that both parties should choose to follow this strategy for their own interest. It’s the only Nash equilibrium in this hypothetical game because if only one of the criminals changes their strategies and the other doesn’t, they would be at disadvantage. Funny, isn’t it? Mutually staying silent would be overall the best choice (or at least the Pareto efficient one in the language of economics) but since it’s not rational for one’s selfish interests, it’s very unlikely to happen.

That said, you have a Prisoner’s Dilemma on your own too and his name is Kim Yonghee.

Yonghee became the bane of your existence during college orientation four years ago.

Not many people majored in Applied Mathematics, your year only had thirty or so freshmen, most of them guys as expected, yet everybody was floored by this one guy who apparently managed to score the highest CSAT score among all. It didn’t matter that you had the exact same score, not when you weren’t like him: charming with his small smile and pretty features, his voice so honeyed you feared cavities. No wonder he easily became the professors’ favorite too and the most seeked out tutor with his gentle explanations and quiet diligence. No matter what you did, you couldn’t catch up to him. You were always only the second best and you hated that satisfied little smirk in the corner of Yonghee’s mouth whenever he managed to best you time and time again in every debate or when he could solve complex problems quicker than you.

You thought (desperately hoped) that you would get rid of him once you graduate but of course he was one of the twelve people who carried on with masters studies and once again, he was a competition. This time, however, you had no plans on backing out, he couldn’t take everything that you wanted. Not when you planned to apply for the PhD program under the care of Professor Ryu who only took one doctorate student per year, so you had to be the best. You had to ace competitions and write publications on top of your classwork to stand out. Basically you just needed to beat Kim Yonghee.

He made it harder than expected though and not for the reason you would have thought so.

It all started when you were pulling all-nighters to do an assignment for extra credit but you were struggling to find ways to prove a theorem. You had already gone through the most common ways to prove something in mathematics including proving the opposite but to no avail. You came to the point that it might not be provable at all but Professor Ryu had never done you so dirty, so you refused to give up and search it up on Naver whether it’s one of those theorems. Especially because you heard that Yonghee had already handed in his paper.

But then what was he doing at the library around midnight if not to just bother you?

“You should get some sleep. I saw you almost fall asleep three times under a minute,” he said and if you didn’t know any better you would have thought it was concern lacing his words.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I need to finish this,” you muttered, not even looking at him as you tried to blink the tiredness out of your eyes.

“Want some pointers?” Yonghee asked, lingering around your table gingerly and that made you look up at him with a frown. He stood there in his knitted sweater, his hair soft-looking and fluffy, eyes kind and not at all tired despite the late hour.

“Don’t you dare!” You snapped because there is nothing more humiliating than getting help from the enemy.

The boy raised his hands in a defensive manner and turned to leave but before he actually took any step further, he put down a plastic cup of tea on your table, then he left before you could have questioned his intentions. You stared at the cup dumbfounded, realizing that it was not only still hot but your favorite brand and wondered how Yonghee knew that but then again you also knew that he was walking around with a ridiculous amount of iced americanos because you had seen it enough times during the last four years. It shouldn’t have made you feel special.

Ever since then you started to notice small things like that. Like the way Yonghee looks up every time you step into a classroom but looks away swiftly whenever your eyes meet. That he is the only one who has his full attention on you when you are in front of class explaining a solution, not even the professor is looking so closely. Or the way he randomly drops science papers in front of you with open for publication news. You used to think all of it is just to mock you, to prove his superiority once again but suddenly you aren’t so sure.

Especially not after that mental breakdown you had after your latest, most well-crafted article was rejected. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, you had been rejected by papers before but the feedback for this called your deduction and reasoning technique mediocre and that was the last drop in the glass before it spilled because that day was already shitty with your stomach hurting after something spoiled in your lunch and your landlord’s notification about raising the rent next semester. No matter how much you willed yourself not to not show it, the indifferent mask came crumbling down the moment you left the study room and re-read the rejection email.

That was how Yonghee found you, sobbing in the corridor more out of frustration than anything else. Of course he couldn’t just ignore you and walk away, no, he had the nerve to walk up to you and hesitate over touching your shoulder or patting your back but in the end he opted for keeping his hands to himself, hiding them in his jeans pockets.

“Uhm… do you need anything?” He asked, strained, almost too gently. You hated how sincere he sounded.

“Leave me alone,” you muttered, short-tempered through your silent tears. Your voice turned desperate though. “Please.”

You could tell Yonghee stalled and you wanted to snap at him once more for making you feel so small, so humiliated. But then he quietly passed you a pack of tissues and said:

“Allergy season is a real pain in the ass, isn’t it?” He asked as if you didn’t know he was smarter than to make such a mistake. It was nowhere near allergy season after all and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it was, that he gave you a chance to pretend that it was just allergies acting up and not you breaking down over a rejection letter.

You took a tissue gingerly, soaking your tears, patting your wet cheeks until there was only raw skin there and puffy, red eyes. Yonghee wasn’t looking at you though, he wasn’t making fun of you. He was with his back to you, his broad shoulders blocking you from the corridor’s view. His sudden and unexpected care made you feel conflicted and you suddenly weren’t even sure how to react. You decided to go with acting normal, like you would have done with any other person even if it wasn’t normal with you two.

“Thanks,” you mumbled after poking his shoulder, signaling him that he could turn around.

Yonghee nodded and there was worry in his eyes as he looked over at you.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked tentatively as if he expected harsh words in response which, you had to admit, was a reasonable fear. But you were too sensitive and exhausted to pick another useless argument.

“Just a publication rejection. No big deal,” you shrugged, forcing yourself to be as nonchalant as you wished to feel inside.

“Oh, the Korean Mathematics Gazette?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and glanced at Yonghee sharply. “You don’t have to tell me, I’m sure they loved yours,” you muttered bitterly.

“Actually, they called my writing too prosy for a science paper and said that the topic I chose was unoriginal,” the boy snorted, which honestly stunned you because you never expected him to be someone who failed. Ever. He had always seemed so annoyingly perfect and yet, he took it so easily, as if he was used to it. You couldn’t help your surprise.

“Wow, really?”

“I guess they really hate the idea of publishing something from master’s students. I heard doctorate students get more chances,” Yonghee shrugged, unbothered, and even though you also heard the rumors, you still wanted to try out knowing that it would have had a big accomplishment in your personal statement for the PhD  programme.

“If somebody, I thought you would break that stigma,” you admitted  because even if you hated to admit it, statistically speaking Yonghee was the best out of your year. It shouldn’t have but the fact that even he wasn’t good enough for the Gazette made you feel better. Or well, not exactly the fact itself but that he told you about it. He could have stayed quiet and you wouldn’t have known.

“Come on, I’m not that good,” Yonghee shook his head and at times like this you couldn’t decide whether he was such a good actor to pretend or he was really that humble.

“You’re still better than anyone in our year,” you argued because that much you could admit. He really was the best which is both annoying and motivating. Annoying even more when he started to protest as if he didn’t know he was the best. You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy whenever you can rub it in that you’re better than me.”

Your accusation seemed to push Yonghee into defensive mode.

“I just think you look cute when you’re annoyed,” he blurted out and you whipped your head to look at him so quick you might pull a few joints in your neck.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the guy cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck shyly, redness coloring his skin. It was an unexpectedly cute look on him. “If it helps, it actually motivates me a lot to know that if I slipped up even just a little, you would beat my ass without hesitation,”

Oh. So he didn’t think that you were easy competition, he did think you were competition to begin with. It gave you more satisfaction than what you would have admitted.

The ringing of your phone broke the moment though but those last few words and the look in Yonghee’s eyes haunted you long after. It made you question everything you once thought of as axioms.

Numbers just make sense to you. You like how rational mathematics is, how unswayed and consistent. It has an explanation for everything. For Yonghee, however, it’s fun, he has told you before and you couldn’t get it. What’s so fun about it? Seeing you struggle over problems he can solve with closed eyes? He says he gets a boost of adrenaline whenever he can solve a problem, that it’s rewarding and this way you can understand the spark in his eyes when he gets to the solution first during classes.

You have no idea when exactly your annoyance turned into lowkey fondness and when you started looking forward to seeing him. At first after that conversation in the corridor, you were in denial, like no way you cared about him of all people, like jeez, you were better than falling for just his pretty face and sweet words… but then you had to realize that there was no point in lying to yourself. Not when prolonged eye contact made your skin feel heated and sent your heart into arrhythmia.

So yeah, numbers make sense to you but feelings don’t.

To confess or not, that’s your dilemma now.

Rationally, based on everything you learned about game theory strategies, you know that you shouldn’t say anything due to the possibility of getting rejected. This way the worst thing that could happen is that even though your feelings are mutual you never know because both of you stay silent. But you wouldn’t get humiliated either which is definitely something you would like to avoid. You have to see Yonghee almost every day because you share pretty much all your classes, so it would be terribly uncomfortable afterwards.

Yet, despite all rationality, all of your mathematical knowledge, knowing fully well that it would go against the advised strategy, you can’t help but wonder about the what ifs. What if you confessed? What if he felt the same?

It’s hard not to wonder when you catch Yonghee looking at you with something other than his usual amused smile or judging frown (or what you thought of as it at least). There’s something awed and fond in his eyes nowadays. It makes you hope foolishly, think that maybe he does feel the same. That maybe he also had a change of heart regarding you.

It happens in the most unexpected yet most you way.

Sometime during the semester you started to exchange brain-teasers, puzzles, mathematical equations with Yonghee, expecting the other to solve them. They got progressively harder and thus, more fun. That’s why you were very taken aback when you received the simple task to solve 128 times the square root of e to the power of 980. Other than the fact that e490 was a huge number, especially multiplied with 128, it wasn't difficult to solve, so you were quizzed, trying to figure out where the catch was.

It’s actually your artist roommate who figures it out faster. She looks over your shoulder to see what you are working so hard on and chuckles.

“That’s cute,” she says and your eyes widen, staring up at Yeojin who claims to hate mathematics with a burning passion.

“You know what’s this?” You stare at her and her mischievous smile.

“Oh yeah and you should definitely take a step back and think outside of the box.”

You are seriously starting to lose sleep over it, especially because Yonghee looks more and more nervous whenever you meet and you don’t tell him your answer. It’s driving you crazy what it could be, so eventually you do something you swore not to do, not when it comes to Kim Yonghee: give up.

“I’m done. I have no idea what this is supposed to be,” you throw your open notebook in front of the guy in the library, startling him in the middle of writing a paper or something. You don’t care. If you have to go one more minute without knowing what he wanted with this newest task you will seriously lose it.

“Oh,” Yonghee looks up at you with a sad, kicked puppy look and you seriously don’t get it. Shouldn’t he be happy, over the moon that you can’t present him with an adequate answer? “Are you uhm… sure? Like you aren’t just trying to be nice?”

What? What does this have to do with you being kind or not?

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this some kind of joke? Or like I missed a major update in the world of algebra?” You question, frustrated, and your classmate lets out a little (endearingly) awkward chuckle before he pulls your notebook in front of him writing down the equation he assigned to you.

“No, it’s… it’s just cringe but in my defense, it was Hyunsuk’s idea,” Yonghee says, clearing his throat as he slides the paper back to you. You stare down at the damned numbers, ready to snicker when the boy covers the top half of his writing with another paper and suddenly a whole different meaning is presented to you. It takes you aback and you look at Yonghee, waiting for him to laugh, to call it a joke but he doesn’t, he just stares back at you with big doe eyes, hopeful and your heart trembles in your chest.

“It is cringe, but…” you agree once you finally find your voice, trailing off. Gosh, you can’t believe you’re doing this. You take the paper back and grab a pen to write i < 3u * 2.

Really, it’s so you: confessing using a mathematical formula. No matter how cliché it is because it doesn’t matter, not when Yonghee’s rewarding smile is brighter than the Sun.

It’s proven then: that sometimes it’s worth going against the dominant strategy because in the dilemma of love, taking risks might lead to happiness you never knew.

[parniathedevil]

•PAULINA• [papyrus x undyne child] REMAKE

Age: 11

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her/they

Color magic: aquamarine green

MBTI: ENFP

-Likes:

-Cooking with papyrus

-all Mettaton's show

-Bon Bon and puzzles (Papyrus' childhood book)

-Puzzles and solve them with Sasha

-Blueberry soup with strawberries

-Dislikes:

-Physics, chemistry and math books

-Blood

-Papyrus' spaghetti

-Romance movies

Extra info:

-Paulina is a big fan of Mettaton, she and her father always watch his romantic series at 5 pm (she just likes MTT's)

-As she is an only child, she is more close to Sasha

-She listens to some of her uncle's and Sasha's puns, but she wants to kill Sasha with these stupid puns XD

-She wants to be a police officer or royal guardian when she grows up

-Her cooking is better than her father's

And her body (also she has a little tail, i forgot to draw :'3)

[iloveriddles]

Sick of logic puzzles/logic “riddles” tainting the good riddle name. I find them all so boring. Almost every single one boils down to the same thing, and they lack any artistic display. Here; I’ll make one right now. This is every YouTube “riddle” in a nutshell.

“There are 7 men that go surfing. One ginger, one brunet, one blond, one with dyed purple hair, one with curly dyed hair, one with no hair, one with Arthritis, and one with a Mohawk. The lights go off, and when they come back on all 17 of the town’s missing children are dead on one guy’s surfboard. The police show up, and demand that they give alibis.

‘I was at the movies!!!’ States the bald man.

‘I was surfing,’ adds the brunet.

‘I was asleep!’ swears the ginger.

‘I was at the store.’ promises the blond

‘I was also at the movies with baldie,’ assures the mowhawk guy.

‘I was at the beach.’ confirms purple haired guy.

‘I was with the brunet.’ the curly haired man claims.

Despite their alibis, one of them is guilty. Before the police figure it out, they need to determine how much hair each man has on his head because… uhhh…

I HAVE TO SHOEHORN IN UNNECESSARY MATH, OKAY?!? GOD. YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE GERB

On the dead body of one of the children, there is a message in their hand. Written in blood on a small sticky note, they say who the murderer is.

“It was the man with a number of hairs that is a prime number. He had hair…”

The police ask all the men how many hairs they have. The men acquiesce, and hesitantly tell them… with a catch. The true number of their hairs will only be discovered if you count how many chips each of their surfboards have, then take that number and multiply it by the respective surfboard’s scratches and chips to its owner’s number of hairs, then divide that by 3.7. The man with the remaining number of hairs closest to a prime number is the killer. The brunet has 16783 hairs, the blond has 20628 hairs. The bald man has… take a guess. The ginger guy has 15680 hairs, and the curly haired guy has 26272 hairs. The Mohawk guy has 40037 hairs.

You have three seconds to solve it; if you want to live, that is… pause if you need time because you Are so SLOW. unpause if you’re STUPID and an IDIOT that NEEDS PEOPLE TO SOLVE RIDDLES FOR THEM. DROOLING LITTLE INFANT.

Answer: LEAVE YOUR ANSWER IN THE COMMENTS 🤪”

[radioactive-earthshine]

Impulse (1995) #64

I still yet have to solve the ever perplexing mystery surrounding Bart's VR companion Dox and L.E.G.I.O.N.

Bart's VR Companion to anyone who knows nothing about L.E.G.I.O.N. or LoSH might just be a silly friend-shaped little guy, but to those who are more well read see some math that doesn't really ever add up.

1.) The name "Dox" is DC is a red flag for the line of Brainiac, in the 30th century when Bart is born there are two known Doxes alive - Querl Dox Brainiac 5, and his mother Brainiac 4 (who abandoned Querl immediately after giving birth to him).

2.) The Emblem on "Dox" here is the L.E.G.I.O.N. insignia, Vril Dox II's interstellar Police Force that was established in the 20th century - how long this force is in service is unknown but some remnants of it do remain or iconography into the 30th century.

Bart's friendship with Dox the AI was something that took place solely in the 30th century while he was held in the EarthGov research facility, what L.E.G.I.O.N. has to do with EarthGov is something we can only speculate on.

There are many theories that we can come up with the explain all of these cues but none of them can be regarded as canon, and the more sensible explanation might just be it was an Easter Egg and NOTHING else.

Some theories I have come up with are as follows;

1.) By the 30th century L.E.G.I.O.N. and Earth eventually do come to a partnership and benefit from various technology being shared; technology like Vril's "Charisma Program" that he himself created.

2.) L.E.G.I.O.N. was part of security for the facility and Dox the AI was in fact an agent meant to keep Bart on track of various programs and may or may not have been an earnest friend.

3.) Dox the AI was just cobbled together with bits of information and no one really knew anything about L.E.G.I.O.N. or what the emblem meant. 4.) Dox the AI might be Brainiac 4 during her many, many adventures after abandoning Querl to feel. It would not be unrealistic that she tried plugging herself into VR with a VR persona under some sort of contract with President Thawne to nanny Bart. 5.) It's fucking Vril Jr's conscious kept alive in AI format, as this is something that Coluans have done to cheat death before (this is hilarious).

I spent too many hours trying to solve this mystery and unless I see Dezago at a con sometime and ASK him "WTF" it's going to remain a mystery.

[itz2manyfandoms]

Odd Squad AU

I totally forgot about this till today,but I just remembered this Odd Squad AU I came up with in 2023.

Spoilers below!

Y'all know how Otis ended up living with the ducks right? It got me thinking, who are his biological parents? We've seen Ohlm's parents, so we know some agents have parents. We know Ms. O is pretty old despite being a kid, so we also know that some agents either don't have parents or have outlived them.

Somehow that also led me to think about what exactly constitutes as a villan in the OS universe. Like, do criminals exist in that universe? (People who commit crimes that aren't "odd") And if they do, what separates a villan from a criminal? Is there police in the OS universe?

ok now actual AU time (not fully complete as I'm still trying to tie everything together) (Also I know Otis was given his name by Ms. O, but I'm going to call him Otis for now)

In my OS AU, Otis's bio dad (OC) was a businessman who was the leader of an underground crime ring, his mother (OC) was a stay-at-home wife who wrote in her spare time, and he had a younger sister (my OC who this AU is mostly gonna be about)

One day, a gang who thought they had been wronged by Otis's dad broke into their family home when his dad was on a business trip (this happened when Otis was like 3). Otis's mother managed to send his younger sister (who was 1 at the time) off to hide with the nanny (rich people), but ended up being shot (and died) while trying to protect Otis. The gang decided to not only steal some valuables, but to kidnap Otis as well. However, they forgot to leave a ransom note.

After they went back to their hideout, they realized they forgot to leave a note, but couldn't risk going back. They didn't want to return the kid though because that would also mean going back. So, they decided to drive to Canada (Odd Squad seasons 1&2 take place there, don't they?) and leave Otis alone in a park. This is where the ducks find him and decide to adopt him.

The nanny manages to contact Otis's dad, who flies home as soon as he can. He is devastated upon finding out that his wife is dead and that one of his children are missing. He feels so guilty because he wasn't there for his wife nor for his son. However, he vows to try and be there as much as he can for his daughter. He files a missing person's report for Otis and hopes for the best. After this, he starts becoming more of a shady business man until he eventually works in the crime ring full time.

Otis's little sister grows up and even though her dad tried to be there for her, he was too caught up in his own grief and work. So, when she is about 7 years old, she decides to join Odd Squad. Part of the reason for this is because she genuinely likes math, the other part of it is that she hopes her long-lost big brother somehow ended up working at Odd Squad since the organization is huge. (Also because she got tired of her dad leaving her with a nanny instead of spending time with her) (She graduates from the academy at 8)

Her name was Jade, but she got her name legally changed to Oppositional when she joined the squad (she had heard about what happened with Todd and didn't want to remind others of him)

She works at Ms. O's old rivals precinct, so Otto and Olive are currently her Mr. and Ms. O.

When the old Mr. O was in charge, he decided to send the agents that had partners on more missions/cases than the ones who didn't. She was one of the agents without a partner, so while she solved a few cases, the agents with partners solved more. (For the sake of the AU, this is how at is at all precincts)

However, when Otto and Olive became the heads of the precinct she worked at, Olive realized that Oppositional was one of the best agents the squad had. So she decided to try and find Oppositional a partner.

Oppositional had grown used to working on her own, and had trust issues due to what had happened to her brother. So she didn't want a partner at first.

Olive (who was good at reading between the lines, and was reminded of herself after what had happened with Todd), decided to ask Oppositional to help pick out a partner for herself.

They eventually decided on Optimism, he had just graduated from the academy and was the same age as Oppositional.

Oppositional and Optimism's story would take place during OS season 2, but she would discover that Otis is her brother around the same time OSMU was formed during season 3.

That's basically what I have in the AU so far, but I plan on making it more concrete later.

[nifflering]

Part two Beware spoilers for life on mars series one and two

Hello, hello, hello (some brainrotted fellows will understand this reference) Welcome to another edition of

*me rambling at you about life on mars (the UK version)*

Most important thing: this is my interpretation/analysis.

So, these are my personal, quite uneducated opinions. Also: I bought the series on DVD. No one will be safe.

Today, we'll be talking about the usage of colours in lom in general. If I do start and finish a rewatch and find some interesting scenes – I will add my commentary on them.

Like I already said many times before – there aren’t really many scenes in 2006/2007.

The shooting script of the first episode (I found it while floundering around on the waybackmachine) originally includes a scene in Sam and Maya’s appartement. (Context my beloved: Sammy boy is being kind of an ass, too busy with his job to solve his issues with Maya. She attempts talking to him but fails. I don’t know why they deleted it, because it would have really provided more context to their relationship and – most importantly, for my cause, a sneak peek of their apartment – I imagine it as very clean and kind of impersonal, a few personal touches, Maya’s attempt to brighten up the place. I think they’re both really busy, they started decorating but then Sam became DCI and he got too busy to use the apartment for anything except for sleeping. #Overwhelmed king)

Anyway, let’s take a look at.... a shot that to me represents a big theme of the show and some ✨️colors✨️.

After Sam gets hit by the car , he wakes up in this construction site with a poster of the soon to come high way. An image of the Future.

There’s a really distinct difference between the colour palates. The “future” sky is a nice light-blue, not a cloud to be seen, with some touches of orange and green. Everything is all white, clean and perfect – and it’s all coming soon(er or later).

Of course, it’s a very idealized version of the future. Because it’s how Sam perceives it – at this point in time, he’s very desperate to return.

(Just look at the scene where he first gets contacted through the math programme through the TV. The way Sam crawls towards the TV….. SIR, YOUR ACTING CHOICES. PLEAAASEEE.)

But it’s still surprisingly accurate. However, the idealistic picture of the future is quickly shattered, if you consider that – let’s squint our eyes - to see little Sam’s limp body lying on the ground. Surprisingly, in the 1970s we don’t really see a person being hit by a car (as far as I can remember - except Sam ofc)- But – let’s be honest in 1973 the streets are just every ground that is remotely driveable on.

The past still contains traces of those colours, mostly orange as seen in the dirty underneath the bridge. The air is heavy and greyish, trash and building material is littered on the ground.

The only bits of white are the high-flats in the background, but they are far far away.

Those buildings and streets are still being built – everything’s in flux. Things can change. But, should they? Sam is generally really unsure in that whole department but that’s the thing about it:

We never actually find out, (side note: I haven’t yet seen ashes to ashes) if Sam’s choices actually make an impact in the present. It certainly gives you the impression – his father staying away, his mentor teaching him those lessons, Maya’s birth, etc. etc.. But does it really matter in the end?

Or is it just all in his head? Is he still Sam Tyler in a hospital bed in 2006 or is he an amnesiac Sam Williams in 1973 on an undercover operation?

In the past, there are several buildings – bound to Sam Tyler’s identity, and which I will be further explaining in another ramble.

Let’s get back to colours. Two examples where a similar concept applies: The interrogation room and the general office space of the police department.

The room is flooded with light – courtesy of the huge windows (side note: privacy??? What’s that?). The situation is very transparent as the interrogation is literally being recorded. The person being interrogated has their whole support team with them, including lawyer, social worker and psychiatrist. This scenario is as by the books as you can get it.

I also really like that little shot of Sam adjusting the pens, character go brr.

Same thing in the general offices – a 2010s fever dream with all those clunky computers – which school computer lab have you magically transported me to?

Imagine the absolute horror that Sam feels when he sees the past police department.

Look at it

Without considering the lighting and furniture, the room looks sort of modern – it has a lot of windows and could be causing the same effect as the interrogation room on a visitor.

The officers are working diligently and carefully through every case and issue – investigating every clue and they never rest until they catch the perpetrator.

But that’s wishful thinking - In reality (at least in the past)the room is tinged with brownish yellow lighting, there’s no order to the tables, paper strewn all over the desks and even spending a second in this room will lead you to smelling like smoke for the next 55 years. I would faint. And I’m not even talking about the consequences of not being a white straight guy….

This police department doesn’t even have an interrogation room, they also rarely record any interrogations (leaving a lot of room for interpretation or using some creativity to catch the suspect or get an important lead) and mishandle, don't notice or even collect crucial evidence.

In the lost and found

Even asking for a lawyer – leads to being laughed at and insulted by the literal governor of the department. It’s quite dark and very cramped – it’s quite private – so no one will notice you beating up an innocent person….

But I still feel the office feels very lived in.

There’s a giant dart board, random trophies, dirty dishes strewn about… Good luck getting your case solved. Where’s the evidence that could solve your murder? It’s probably buried under some spicy magazines and a bunch of cigarette buds.

For all the time the police spend at the office, they sure do know when to stop and start going to the pub.

One scene in the later seasons – in the episode about the false imprisonment of the teenager who murdered his younger girlfriend, Gene Hunt is determined to catch her killer for good. He’s made a promise to her father and he’s willing to do almost everything to make his city a safer place (any means necessary). He urges the police men to do anything they can, work day and night and not sleep a wink until they’ve put the right person in prison.

And then, he peeks at his watch and drops everything because they need to get drunk in the pub.

and that's it, hope you enjoyed :)

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For u @roxannepolice <3

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[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Good Will Hunting

Rating: R

Director: Gus Van Sant

Cast: Matt Damon, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Stellan Skarsgård, Minnie Driver, Casey Affleck, Cole Hauser, Vik Sahay, John Mighton, Rachel Majorowski, Colleen McCauley, Matt Mercier, Ralph St. George, Rob Lynds, Dan Washington, Alison Folland

Release year: 1997

Genres: drama

Blurb: Will Hunting has a genius-level IQ, but chooses to work as a janitor at MIT. When he solves a difficult graduate-level math problem, his talents are discovered by Professor Gerald Lambeau, who decides to help the misguided youth reach his potential. When Will is arrested for attacking a police officer, Professor Lambeau makes a deal to get leniency for him...if he will get treatment from therapist Sean Maguire.