#psa i don’t hate carlos

[23fallencomets]

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

July by Noah Cyrus is also Logan coded.

“i’ve been holding my breath

counting to ten

over something you said”

-James very publicly saying their looking at Carlos for the 2025 seat

“so tell me to leave

i’ll pack my bags, get on the road”

-Again james heavily implying that Logan might not have a seat for 2025

“‘cause you remind me everyday

i’m not enough, but I will stay”

-Logan fighting for his seat despite the odds piled against him and james basically giving up on him, but logan wanting to stay at Williams

“feels like a lifetime

just trying to get by

while we’re dying inside”

-logan crashing/being crashed into, his machinery failing on him, getting disregarded publicly by his boss and him not being able to do much about it but still holding out hope

“find someone that loves you

better than i do”

-logan putting trust into williams that they’ll support him, but williams willing to take that risk with carlos (if the rumors are true) since it’s been shown that carlos sometimes struggles within team dynamics and again, if the rumors are true, he wants to be a 1st driver, not a 2nd.

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 2

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

911 Lone Star (part 2) (needed to be split into 2 posts this week!)

Sanctuary by @reyescarlos

Say You’ll Remember Me by @myemergence

Searching For A Trail to Follow Again by @sunshinestrand

Seven Ways Back to You (series) by Lolaland (me)

Slowly Becoming Lovers by @morganaspendragonss

So Many Somethings by @iboatedhere

somebody to you by @reyescarlos

Soon by @rmd-writes

snapshots by @sanjuwrites

still we’re holding on by @rosedavid

sweetest devotion by @reyescarlos

Teardrop on the Fire by @carlos-in-glasses

The Many Names of TK Strand by tabbytabbytabby

The Marriage Tamales by @bellakitse

The Ring In by Lolaland (me) and ifyoustay

the ruins of wonderland by @carlos-in-glasses

The Sex Pollen Incident by @hoko-onchi-writes

The Space in Between by @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur

to live for the hope of it all by @strandnreyes

to which there is no reply by @reyesstrand

Two Hearts gone black and blue by paperstorm

Two paper airplanes flying by @liminalmemories21

Vet Pups and Set Ups by @iboatedhere

View from the Top by @bellakitse

What Family Does by AShortWalkToDelinquency

What You See Will Be by @thevenstar

When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door by @liminalmemories21

when I’m like this, you’re the one I want by @thebumblecee

White by @chaotictarlos and paperstorm

Wings Are Frayed by @iboatedhere and @pragmatic-optimist

911

hate to say i spent it all on masquerades by @hattalove

i don’t think that we should have friendly sex, anymore by @capseycartwright

i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by @gayhoediaz

Make it pretty for me. by @snarky-drabbles

Our story's been heartache and wonder by @tails89

The Shift by @popfly

whenever you call me, i'll be there by ipretendtobesane

with every heartbeat I have left by iriswests

Black Sails

i might believe a good deal of it, too by explosiontimothy

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Raspberry Sherbet by theclaravoyant

Repudiate and Disavow by mystery_ink

Check Please!

A Whole Different Kind of Light by @porcupine-girl

As We Run, We Become by @iboatedhere

at certain times by @parvuls

Chris Chow, Matchmaker Extraordinaire by 42hrb

Cromwell Cinematic Universe (series) by @sincerelyreidburke

Crossed Wires by @lecrivaineanonyme

Theatre Building, Dec. 6 by @cricketnationrise

There Have Been Five Kisses by @cricketnationrise

Good Omens

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by @thebibliosphere

Inception

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) [The DomesticVerse] (series) @gyzym

Loki

A can of josta by @jim-jam-gem

Cold, Cold Heart by @amadness2method

Marvel Cinematic Universe

take it or leave it by kellifer_fic

Merlin

in a field of dandelions by @princess-of-the-worlds

It's Not in the Way that You Came Back to Me by nie_narzekam

Parks and Recreation

It's a Strange Paradise by CongressmanNoJaw

[pressradio]

PSA . I’m a Carlos hater.

He won on merit, he got pole. It’s his first proper race from start to finish he handled it well (for example he didn’t do a George). But he won thanks to the team strategy. And sacrificed Charles chances twice. I get the no swap of course. And the first pit stop was unlucky timing. But the second one was proper sacrifice because they knew without him Merc would have gone past. And Carlos was not the fastest. He got the edge on quali those past t9 races but still not in race. Team wise I understand the choice : a win was needed for Ferrari. And as Charles said he should have done better Saturday (except if he did better I don’t think the strategy would have worked because the teammate is Carlos who doesn’t want to help or isn’t able to like Charles can. Not even talking about 2022 but just Austria this year is telling)

What’s bothering me A LOT is how they don’t protect Charles. AKnowledge his work and how it contributed to the team result. And protect him from those narratives that hurt the team and also Charles who is supposed to be their driver for the long term project.

You don’t see that at Mercedes for example (RB is another story I can’t support what they do to their second drivers or even the AT drivers).

He handled it well, but he wasn't fast enough. That's why they need teem work at all. I didn't watched the race, but I think that the win for Charles could have been possible with Seb-style undercut, but it's too risky and let's say unfair to Carlos who did his best in quali (who cared about fairness in 2019 lol)

I think Ferrari went too much into "we are modern tiktok team, post thirst traps, say any shit that you want". I get that SM admins shouldn't get hate for team stupid decisions, but they are kinda a part of the problem with their wording and lack of acknowledging Charles work (I'll never forgive them for not existing Australia anniversary)

[landhoe-norris]

?? HOW are you a better fan if you support your drivers teammate im so confused 😭😭

look, i have given up trying to see logic through like 30% of the asks i get on here. a lot of them are rants that i read but don’t publish (most of the time it’s people just wanting to get something off their chest and my inbox is always open for that), most of them are people sharing their lando love with me which i just love so so much 🥰 and then there’s the portion where it’s either hate aimed at me for being fucking fabulous or hate aimed at a driver i love because people’s brains are rotten and they don’t know how to behave on the internet. but yeah, psa: i do not under any circumstances support ferrari or their driver charles. i don’t and i won’t. ferrari is not my team, they’re my most behated actually so i really couldn’t care less if they and charles dnf for the whole of 2023. i’m a carlos fan, and i will stay a carlos fan despite me still thinking he was quite disrespectful towards lando this weekend (but that’s just on me lmao, they’re still the bestest of friends but i’m gonna allow myself to be offended on lando’s behalf for a day or two more).

[fanfiction-blep]

I had a thought

What if the Decedents kids went to Hogwarts. What houses would they be put into?

also i do not Support JK Rowling's recent comments on Transgender women and as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community i support my transgender's sisters, brothers and siblings

another PSA, i wrote this about a year and a half ago, and couldn’t bring myself to finish after Cameron passed away i know i didn’t know him personally  it still impacted me in a way i felt odd writing about one of his characters :) 

One: Mal

SLYTHERIN

Ok ok so before you shoot me hear me out. Mal would 100% be a Slytherin think about it she's cunning, she's very ambitious. She reaches her goals and maybe not in the way she aims to at first. but she still dose it. She's also a strong leader. You can imagine she being queen be of the Slytherins. And being a very out spoken person, but following her mother's beliefs she bullied and tormented Muggle Born's and first years. You know casting hex's and unleashing horrid spells those would be her fortae. This would all be a cover up though. No one but her mother knows who her father is so there is much question about her blood status and weather her father is actually a muggle. So Mal over compensates. She's doesn't allow time for emotion or for second guessing her actions. Instead she goes out of her way to be the meanest, baddest Slytherin in her year. And the worst Hogwarts had seen in a long time. That was until she met Ben, ben taught her compassion and not to care what people think of her. He taught her love something her mother never could, which leads me too.

Two: Ben

HUFFLEPUFF

Ok hear me out. Yeah he's a strong guy who'd you'd normally place in Gryffindor. But that doesn't mean he is. Yes he is born leader in the sense he is a prince that doesn't mean that he is a natural, he works very hard on making sure everyone is happy and that no one is left out. He messes up and and tries to make it right straight away. He's adorable and just wants to help people. But he's strong will as well and sticks to his guts. Everyone wants to be Ben's friend just as everyone should have a Hufflepuff friend. He looks out for his fellow students regardless of house. His dad being a pure blood Noble born and his mother a muggle born. He was placed in Hufflepuff like his mother and thrives there. But not everyone likes him, even if he helps them he will often get a very negative response. "Blood traitor" "muggle lover" ect but it's when he finds Mal tormenting a young Hufflepuff he finds his biggest challenge. He went way out of his way to prove to himself and Mal that she had a heart and that she was a good person she just hadn't had the right person to show her that yet.

Three: Evie

RAVENCLAW

I am NOT saying this because she wears blue! Although that did make this even better. I chose ravenclaw for Evie because she is smart. She's intelligent and she has an passion for learning she is very creative. I mean come on that girl makes her own outfit's! And loves making them for other People. Over time she becomes less dependent on what her mother taught her and become independent in herself and relays on her own experience not her mother's. She also learns to accept, she accepts her heritage and all that she must learn not to do in life from it. She accepts that she can be smart, funny and creative and not have to hide herself for a guy to like her.. ALSO can we talk about the fact she took another guy's homework load on top of her own AND was making her own cloths. Who the hell other than a Ravenclaw would give enough shits to make sure all her work got done. Regardless of weather or not she should have been doing others work for them. She still did it and did it well (remember she didn't get caught) she seems like the type that would absolutely help the younger students, like ones who move out or run away from home shes like “hey its okay i’m your MUM now :)” and makes them cloths helps them study and acutlly takes them home because i’m damn sure her and Mal have a house together by this point. and she helps whoever she can even if they are not a Ravenclaw

Four: Jay

Gryffindor

Don’t start but i definitely think Jay would have been a Gryffindor, the sporty thing kind of pulled me there but its coupled with the fact that the traits “brave and reckless” seam to fit him very well. if we look back at jay he fits in with the family mentality that most Gryffindor’s have. the protectiveness of the girls and Carlos show as he doesn't really leave their side. and lets be honest its pretty freaking brave of someone to stand up against everything you have ever been taught. like come-on Jafar as a father and this kid still became part of a team and stuck by those who stuck by him. he seems like the type to HATE quiditch at first and then ben gets him into it and he’s like well if the soft boi said so while rolling his eyes and he’s BOMB ass good at it, and helps the whole team. he also seems like the type to actually not give a Fuck at all, unless you mess with the younger kids, he doesn't pay much attention to kids in other houses cus their older members eventually get involved in but his house becomes his family and he acts like it 

Five: Carlos

Hufflepuff 

okay so i thought Carlos would be difficult but i saw this GIF and instantly though our boy is a huffl for sure. i mean naturally Hufflepuff's are naturals with animals and as we know so if Carlos he is afraid of dude because of what his mother taught him but he realizes that dogs even animals in general are NOT scary and he becomes the softest boi. lets also take into consideration he is very loyal to his friends, his mother HA (i mean she defo deserved it) but you can also see in the scenes he has with his mum hes super uncomfortable with her teachings and even look at this Scene the way his mother is speaking to him, his loyalty is instant its earned, he is loyal to those who prove they are worthy like his friends. we see in D2 that when Mal is upset but the girls lead off the talk he wasn't having any of it he wanted to be involved he wanted to help and look after his friends. he also seems like a newt Scamander type, like he would have a room or place somewhere in the castle where he has kept all his amazing little animals. boi would have ALL THE NIFFLERS omg. i cannot even begin to imagine when the nifflers have babies he keeps them with him at all times and it just like a protective older brother. he doesn't see animals as animals in a ‘lesser’ than me way, he sees them as creatures that cannot vocalize in the same way he can and need protecting and sees it as a joy to do so. and the one time someone hurts a magical creature around him, he gets into a fight and GODDAMN wins cus no one messes with his cuties, he pays for it, for a long time but he doesn't care  

[luxuryjones]

Fuck everything about the cycle of fucking life. Fuck the natural order of living and dying. I fucking hate it all so much. I’m dying as I write this, every day a little more we’re crumbling and dying even if you living your best life you’re dying. And you have no idea what your stop clock is set for. Or anyone that you love. And this isn’t a PSA on the importance of stopping to tell the people and dogs in your life just how important they are, or how very much you love them. Because that doesn’t fucking matter either. I told him. All day every day, and he still died. And I have a cool job and a big apartment & I’m skinny because I’m sad and cheap, and I have a glorious wardrobe that I barely wear and I have a precious miracle baby extra fluffy cuddly rescue dog that I love so so much. And I quit drinking and doing drugs more than 2 years ago and I go to barre class all the time and I’ve had an amazing life full of New York Best Seller worthy stories. But none of it makes me miss my Carlos any less. I realize I am so blessed, I don’t take it for granted. Other people love their dogs a lot and maybe they aren’t as fortunate as me but they’re devastated and heartbroken but probably have to go work at Macy’s in Glendale every day, and they don’t have the luxury I have of working from home a lot and having more freedom and time to grieve. But I just want to scream because none of that matters!!!! I just miss him and I hate existing and the feeling of knowing I’m aging and crumbling and I’m just gonna get old and not be able to work someday and everything will hurt more and I’ll just be in this big cold apartment, boney and forgetful without him. When something/one is irreplaceable and they are taken away, they leave, they die. There is nothing that can comfort that one part of you that only they could. And it’s just so hard to go on without him. It’s very challenging to keep your chin up and look at the bright side when HE WAS THE BRIGHT-SIDE. Now they’re are just sides. And they don’t sparkle and everything feels, not even painted black. That would be Keith Richards cool. Everything is primer grey on a 1995 Chevy Cavalier. Fuck everything rn. 💔 https://www.instagram.com/p/B52L2HXFnRu/?igshid=8gwxg80bgcjk

[bunny-lou]

Is there anyway you could write another jaylos fanfic where Carlos or Jay or both! Are having some sort of panic attack?! Idk why but they're my favorites.

Enjoy!

As a PSA to anyone reading, I don’t have anxiety and had one panic attack last year, but it was pretty minor compared to what panic attacks can actually be. This portrayal of a panic attack is not well-researched, so don’t yell at me if this is incorrect!

“Jasmine and Aladdin want to meet me.”

Carlos turns to him and, thankfully, his reaction is kept to a minimum. “Oh?”

“Yeah, they, uh,” Jay swallows and rubs his palms on his pants. “They sent me a letter.”

“Do you want to meet them?”

Jay grins and flips his hair. “Yeah. It’s whatever. I’m not scared.”

—

“We got our tickets today.” Jay holds up two pieces of stock paper for Carlos to see. “First class. That’s cool.”

Carlos hums, but doesn’t look at the tickets. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He takes a step closer to Jay. “You look really pale.”

“Dude, when am I ever not okay?” Jay laughs because it helps pass off the trembling of his hands as something nonchalant. “We’re leaving in two weeks. It’ll be cool, I guess.”

“It’s okay to not be okay,” Carlos tells him softly. “If you’re worried or you don’t want-.”

“I do. I want to go. It’s fine.”

—

“I stole a girl’s bracelet today.” Jay says lightly, ignoring the pang of guilt. “Do you think Evie would like it?”

“Why did you steal it?”

“Habit, I guess.” Like how you clean obsessively and match everything you wear. But Jay doesn’t want to be rude. He knows Carlos is asking for a reason.

“You only relapse when you’re nervous.”

It’s weird to hear relapse apply to them. Jay always thought it was for drug addicts, the few that could find their high on the Isle, but it’s for him and Carlos and Mal and Evie too. Sliding back into bad behavior. Returning to their worst state. A reminder that they can always slip up and fall back to be evil.

“Are you? You know, nervous?”

“About what?”

“We leave in three days for Agrabah.”

Jay tries not to scowl. Carlos is pushing, but Jay doesn’t want to be a dick. Carlos has had people be mean to him his whole life, he doesn’t deserve Jay’s anger, even if it’s maybe a little deserved. “No, man. Totally cool.”

—

At night, Jay worries the bracelet between his fingers. His collection has grown in the past two days. More bracelets, plus necklaces and wallets and watches and a couple of phones.

Stealing used to solve everything. It brought him food, a welcome to the shop, sometimes affection from Jafar, but in Auradon it’s making it all worse and the worse it gets, the more Jay wants to steal and the more he steals, the worse-.

“Are you okay?”

“I said I’m fucking fine!” The bracelet in his fingers snaps and Jay hardly notices it. “I’m fine, this trip is fine, stop asking me if I’m okay. I’m not scared of fucking royalty, dude!”

In the dark, he can see that Carlos doesn’t move. He stays perfectly still and perfectly quiet for the rest of the night.

—

It’s not a surprise when Jay stands at the edge of school grounds on his own. He wouldn’t want to travel to a new country with an ass like him either.

But it hurts to look to left and not see Carlos.

Whatever, he should do this alone anyway. He’s not a baby, he’s not some scared child who can’t face the people who banished him to an Isle of trash and hate, he’s not pathetic.

“Breathe,” Jay mumbles to himself, clenching the handle of his luggage. “Breathe, breathe.”

He is in control, he has this. Everything is okay. He can go alone and come back alone and Jasmine and Aladdin won’t hate him, they can’t. 

Everything is okay. He is okay.

“Thank Hades, you haven’t left yet!”

When Jay turns around, his eyebrows raise. Carlos is struggling to carry a bag that weighs as much as him, trekking along the path quickly. His hair is a mess and his shoes aren’t tied, but he’s here, in front of Jay, with Jay. He’s actually here.

“What, did you shut off my alarm this morning?” Carlos grunts as he drops his bag to the ground. “I woke up and freaked out, I thought for sure I was going to miss you.”

“You…still want to go?”

Carlos blinks at him and fans himself. “Of course I do. I’m not letting you go see Aladdin and Jasmine by yourself.”

“Even after I was-.”

“Yeah.”

People have treated Carlos like shit since he was born, including Jay. He used to be a bully, he used to steal from and trip Carlos in the halls, but then he changed and they became good and it was meant to be better, Jay was meant to be better.

Carlos ran from the people that treated him like shit, they all did. They left Cruella and Jafar and Maleficent and the Evil Queen. Carlos ran from Jay and Mal back when they ran Dragon Hall.

And Jay was awful last night. He was cold and mean and all of that anger came out onto Carlos and he didn’t say anything last night. Jay thought that maybe being a jerk after he was meant to be good would cost him Carlos forever.

But it hasn’t.

Carlos saw his anger, heard his frustration and his panic and saw the monster Jay could be, saw the son of Jafar again, but he didn’t leave. He’s here, he’s still here.

Jay’s whole frame shakes, but he doesn’t try to hide it. “You know how you said it’s okay if I’m not okay?”

“…Yeah.”

Jay gulps. “I don’t think I’m okay, C.” His eyes flit to the side and he grins his teeth. “I think…I’m scared.”

Carlos grabs his hand and pulls him to the ground. “What are you scared of?”

“That…that Jasmine and Aladdin will hate me. Or, not that they’ll hate me, no,” Jay shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m afraid they’ll be afraid of me. I’m afraid they’ll see Jafar and they’ll want to send me back.” To the Isle. To him.

“Deep breath, Jay. Inhale.”

He does and it stings. Maybe he forgot to breathe for a second there. “I’m scared that they’ll say I should be sent back. I’m scared that they’ll see my father in me. And…”

Carlos waits, silently, but here. He doesn’t wait and he doesn’t push.

“I’m scared that they’ll be right.” Jay whispers to the ground and secretly hopes that the gentle wind might cover his words.

It doesn’t.

“Oh, Jay.” Carlos murmurs and reaches for his hand again. It’s rough and calloused and his nails are bitten away, but his palm is so small compared to Jay’s.

Jay could hurt Carlos. He really could. He could hurt a lot of people. He has hurt a lot of people.

“They knew my dad better than anyone. Jasmine did, at least. He was in the palace since before she was born.” Jay clenches his hand - not the one holding Carlos because he won’t hurt Carlos, he won’t.

“Okay, look at me.” Why does Carlos sound so far away? Is he leaving? “Jay!”

He snaps his head up and locks eyes with Carlos.

“Follow my breaths,” he says. “In, two, three. Out, two, three. Jay, in. Breathe in.” Carlos punches his shoulder and Jay finally responds. “There! Okay. In, two, three. Out, two, three. Just like that. In, two, three…”

Slowly, his lungs stop burning, but when did they start? Jay follows Carlos’ lead, eye contact the whole time. His breathing returns in general, then returns to normal.

“Keep breathing, Jay.” Carlos inches closer, grabbing both of Jay’s shoulders. “Listen to me. You are so fucking insane if you think you are like Jafar. Out of your mind, Cruella crazy.” Carlos almost smiles. “The shit you do for people and don’t even think about. Giving Evie jewelry and buying Mal’s art supplies. You walk Dude when I have a test to study for and you bring me food in the library and you always offer me a blanket when it’s cold out.” Carlos squeezes Jay’s shoulders, lips trembling. “You are like the best person I’ve ever met. You do all these things for people and you don’t even realize it.

“But, last night…”

“You are about to meet the people who your father tried to kill and enslave. You’re going to meet the people who banished him - and you - to a floating prison.” Carlos takes a deep breath and moves one hand from Jay’s shoulder to his hair, brushing it behind his ear. “You are allowed to be upset about this. You can be moody and irritated and angry for as long as you want.”

Carlos shakily pulls Jay in and hugs him. It’s awkward with both of them on the ground, still sitting, though Carlos is half way in Jay’s lap at this point.

“But you’re not allowed to think that you’ll get sent to the Isle. We have a place here, we belong in Auradon.” Carlos mumbles and Jay brings his arms up to properly hug back. “And you don’t get to think you’re like Jafar, dude. You don’t ever get to think that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay.” Carlos draws back and wipes at his eyes. “Do you still wanna go and meet Aladdin and Jasmine?” He shrugs, indifferent to how Jay answers. “We can go and I’ll be there the whole time or we can stay here and play video games. It’s all up to you.”

Jay pushes himself up and reaches down for Carlos. “I think I want to go.”

“Do you feel okay now?”

“No,” Jay shakes his head and takes a deep breath, “but I don’t have to.”

I kind of like how this came out, I hope you do too!

Please reblog if you wouldn’t mind sharing my work!

As always, I am open for requests, but I do not accept anonymous requests. Inbox is open and waiting!

[nerdylittoyvoid]

“Fall Risk” Pt. I

**A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever written so I decided participating in @writinginstability‘s writing challenge was a great place to start! (Meaning that this way suck and also it’s pretty long oops) The start might seem kind of slow but I promise it’ll get more entertaining! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Pairing: Connor x female! reader (Y/N)

Synopsis: Y/N wants to show Connor what it means to be ‘alive’, but has some accidents along the way.

Being Hank’s niece had its’ downfalls; not hearing from Hank for weeks on end, having to pick him up in the middle of the night from random bars and him not letting Y/N take Sumo for a weekend (being the animal lover you are, Hank couldn’t trust that Y/N would give him back). Despite all of this, he was still your favorite uncle. Under his stern and gruff exterior was a soft soul with a wit sharper than a butcher’s knife, and a particular soft spot for Y/N.

She was only three when Hank’s son had passed away; old enough to remember him, but young enough to forget any details. Her mother had him over more often for several years following the young boy’s passing. She thought having what family he had left surrounding him would make him feel less alone. It didn’t stop his drinking or his hate for androids, but it did create an inseparable bond between Y/N and Hank.

At the age on 23, she was hired on as a rookie detective for the Detroit Police. She felt extremely grateful for finding the career she loved, and pushed herself to be the best she could. Then came the day that a fascinating android came in to help the precinct. Unlike her uncle, Y/N was elated, amazed by the technology by it all and attempted the best she could to work with the machine. Unfortunately for her, that job fell to her older, far more experienced uncle. She remembered meeting the android as if it was just a few weeks ago.

‘DING’

Y/N’s attention moved from her phone to the now opening elevator doors. Quickly scuttling in, she stood in the corner closest to the button panel, where she then pressed the highest level, where her office was. Y/N was helping her uncle out on these new cases with deviants, though her work consisted mainly of paperwork and research pertaining to the investigation of deviants. She let out a small sigh to herself. She loved her job, but she was itching to get out into the field. Something Hank was strongly against.

Y/N was so caught up in her own mind that she didn’t notice the android next to her, absentmindedly flipping a coin in between his hands. She grinned to herself. ‘Amazing how androids can pick up on human quirks’ she thought. To make matters better, (or worse), the android was gorgeous. His warm brown eyes, chocolate curls and square jaw were enough to make anybody swoon.  

She looked up at the android. Despite it being incredibly attractive, she was feeling rather bold today, as she sparked conversation, “Did cyberlife teach you that?”

The android caught the coin in between his index and middle fingers and turned to face the girl. This was when she finally noticed his tall stature. She was considerably shorter than him, her head staying level at his shoulder.

“Tossing this coin assists me in processing information and updates pertaining towards my software or investigations. I was programmed this hobby in order to properly assimilate myself in human society.”

And then she heard his voice. The slight monotone of his voice and rasp brought a light blush to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

“Interesting! So,” Y/N stopped to read the model name on the android’s jacket, “RK800, you’re the model that’s assisting the precinct now?”

“That is correct. I am a prototype. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cyberlife”

“Well, Connor, my name is Y/N. I am a human from… well, nowhere really. My parents I suppose,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly.

She cursed herself for being this awkward, and once more for trying to flirt with a robot. “I’m the rookie detective at the DPD.”

Connor’s eyes twitched as his LED blinked yellow.

“Yes, I’ve already scanned you. It would appear that you were a product of your parents as well as billions of years of evolution- “

“Oh no,” Y/N chuckled, “I know that, I was just joking. Sorry, you look so…. Human. I forgot you probably weren’t programmed to analyze humor.”

Connor nodded, still facing closed elevator doors. “Cyberlife has programmed me with any and all software that will help me complete the deviant investigation. Any add-ons that are not beneficial to that mission is a waste of my attention.”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened allowing Y/N to take in the breathtakingly modern office for the DPD. Glass desks, paper thin computers along with the old, brick walls that surrounded the room, all creating a wonderful contrast between antique and modern. Y/N look down at the ground, slightly disappointed at the failed attempt for conversation.

‘He’s an android, Y/N. And your co-worker. Stop acting like a teenager!’ she thought.

Y/n pursed her lips together and turned to Connor before taking her leave. “Understood, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

Connor’s face remained relatively emotionless, but still pertained an interested and polite expression. He awkwardly moved to the side and extended his arm to let his colleague through before replying, “You as well.”

After that encounter, Y/N started working more closely with Hank and Connor, coming with them to investigate the murder of Carlos Ortiz. She distinctly remembered playing “Don’t you put it in your mouth” from that one famous PSA after Connor analyzed some thyrium, (resulting in Connor’s confusion and Hank’s amusement). Then there was the time that she assisted the two at the Eden Club after reports of two deviant Traci’s. Slowly but surely, Connor started to warm up to her. He would wait at Y/N’s desk in the morning to give her a coffee and began attempting “small talk”, jokes, and compliments.

You were on your way back from the Eden Club with a very confused Connor. He had just spared the two Tracis. His face displayed a slight frown as his LED flashed between yellow and red. Y/N broke the awkward silence, her curiosity becoming too much. “What’s going through that wacky robot brain of yours, Connor?”

“I didn’t execute or apprehend the deviants. I have failed my mission.”

“What if sparing those two was the right thing to do? All they wanted was to be together, that in itself isn’t a crime.” Y/N asked.

“They are machines. The ‘love’ they feel is an error in their programming. They don’t feel,” Connor paused for a second, as if to rethink what to say next, “I acted as if I also had an error in my system. I am beginning to fear that I may be compromised.”

“Would that be such a bad thing? You already have some of the most cutting-edge investigative technology. You’re one of the best detectives in the DPD. What’s so bad about understanding what the deviants that you’re hunting are feeling?”

“It does not fall in line with my mission. I will be reset.”

“So, you worry, or fear that you will be reset?”

“I- well- I suppose that’s a good way of putting it.”

“Fear is an emotion, Connor. You’re becoming deviant.”

“I am not alive. I do not know what it is to be alive.”

Y/N pursed her lips in thought. Without another word, she put on her favourite album.

“What is this?” Connor asked, bewildered.

“You said you would like to try listening to music at some point, right?”

“Yes.”

“This album is called 21st Century Breakdown. It’s by an old band called Green Day, they have a rebellious streak. I listened to them since I was a kid.” Y/N smiled at the nostalgic feeling of listening to the music. Y/N face suddenly lit uo, it was as if a light bulb had appeared over her head. “I have an idea. Take my hand.”

“Why?”

“Shut up and don’t ask questions, Connor.” Y/N laughed at Connor’s confused expression. “’Tis only a joke. Come with me. I want to show you what it is to be alive.”

[cecilspeaks]

126 - A Door Ajar part 3

Always keep your eyes closed during a storm. Otherwise your soul will get all wet and mildewy.

Welcome to Night Vale.

I hate sounding like a news media alarmist, but a phantom ocean has completely destroyed Old Town. I mean, destroyed. Wave after wave of cold brine has entirely swept away the Old Town drawbridge. Which is a shame, because the city made considerable strides towards its completion in recent years. Also missing: a number of cars, pets, human beings, and the teetering stack of bath tubs that granted wishes. A more complete list of the missing items has been posted at the newly reopened Pancake House. Come on down to the Pancake House, check if any of your loved ones have been affected by this horrible disaster, and enjoy free hotcakes. One free hotcake per missing loved one.

The surviving residents of Old Town have been placed with compulsory volunteer host families throughout the rest of town. Many of the survivors of the recent shipwreck have finally been placed in their own permanent housing, and are now hosting flood victims. Having experienced recent displacement themselves, The Really Tall One, Dr. Shouty, Old Wood Teeth, Rebecca, and the Captain are proving to be elegant hosts, and have been reported to supply slipper socks, steamed hand towels and all natural calamari flavored toothpaste to their guests. This generosity has put many Night Vale residents, who initially complained about hosting the shipwreck survivors, to shame. You know who you are, and so do we. There’s a list of those who should be ashamed of themselves posted at the newly reopened Pancake House.

Sometimes I get really tired of negative reporting. As the most prominent voice in local current events, I feel like what I say and how I say it does make a difference in framing the attitudes of the people who listen. That, that’s a big responsibility. So I’ve been thinking, it’s important to focus on the positive things too. I’m gonna try to do that more. Starting now.

What I said before was an exaggeration. Old Town isn’t completely destroyed. Oh yes, it’s uninhabitable, and some people who live there are now non-living. But there’s a lot of beauty left there, too! I mean, one might look over Old Town from the roof of the Earth Sciences building and appreciate the miles of pristine, shining water. Water we desert-dwellers never get to see! All of the tragedy and destruction is almost totally invisible beneath the waves, so it’s actually pretty easy to ignore. Oh, and one architectural landmark does remain. The controversial new traffic roundabout is glowing with blue light, and can be seen just below the water line, and will be ready to use again… soon.

Speaking of the roof of the Earth Sciences building, I should tell you guys what happened with Carlos the other night. It went really well, mostly. I mean, he was very open about the fact that he’s been hiding something from me, but he said it wasn’t a big deal and he doesn’t want to talk about it. I know I said all I wanted was for him to admit something was bothering him, and that him pretending nothing was wrong was really what was driving me crazy. But it turns out that wasn’t true. Now I’m being driven crazy by not knowing what it is. I mean, what if it’s about me? Even if it’s not about me directly, the fact that he doesn���t feel comfortable telling me it has to be a problem with us, doesn’t it? We’re supposed to share everything with each other, aren’t we?

I couldn’t let it go, so I finally asked him to see a couples counselor with me. The Really Tall One, who until last week had been staying with my sister and her husband, got her counseling license last week, so we’re going to see her. I even get a discount since she’s become so close to my niece Janice. We have our first phone session together scheduled for later today. I’m, I’m really hoping we can get to the bottom of this so I can stop obsessing! I mean, a-and also so Carlos can let go of whatever is distracting him so much, and then we can both get back to distracting each other. The emotional complexities of sharing a life with another are all that’s on my mind. Also, the sudden ocean which destroyed Old Town.

Oh, breaking news on that: all members of the Marine Biology Association have been reported missing. Randy lance, Girl Scouts Splinter faction leader, reports that the GPS tracking devices she secretly adhered to the biologists’ shoe heels have stopped transmitting, and no one has seen any of the biologists in over 24 hours. Members of the Tourism Board have declined verbal comment, instead offering a giddy smile while waving a giant foam number 1 finger. And with no biologists to throw a tantrum about menacing biohazards hidden in an unsecured locker, members of the Tourism Board have gone out to the storage unit in Radon Canyon to relocate their secret aquarium of semi-animate clear jelly collected from our new ocean to a more public venue.

Making our flooding situation even worse is the hard rain. On the bright side, we don’t normally get much rain around these parts. The gentle percussion of water is so soothing! It reminds me of my new sleep meditation track, Bloodstorm. More on the weather in a moment, but first an update from Radon Canyon. I’ve received word that the blobs of semi-animate translucent jelly in the Tourism Board’s aquarium have fused together to form one giant jelly cube that now completely fills the 12 foot by 12 foot storage unit from wall to wall. Horrifically unnerved by this discovery, agents from the Tourism Board who went to recover the aquarium have all left Radon Canyon and hired the Really Tall One for private therapy sessions. Head of the Tourism Board, Madeline LeFleur, released a statement which only said: “Well crap”. LeFleur was last seen in full sprint toward the airport.

And now, a PSA.

Deb: Hello friends. This is Deb, a sentient and occasionally benevolent, patch of haze. Speaking for the Department of Motor Vehicles. We’ve had some complaints about our eyeball donation program. We want to emphasize we created this program with only the best intentions. We’re sure you understand that. According to a survey, people in the donation program have been very satisfied they can retain some sort of consciousness after death. However, they have been reportedly very unsatisfied with what their eyes continue to see. This has ranged from nonconsensual television viewing in the middle of a season they’re not caught up with, to the witnessing of crimes and subsequent ethical dilemma of testifying in court against their own host bodies.

We hear your concerns. And you know what? Fine. The eyeball donation checkbox will be discontinued on all new DMV forms. The DMV itself has also been discontinued. If you need any services from the DMV, please go to another town. Please don’t call or come to the office. If you see any DMV workers around town, [tearily] please don’t speak to them or acknowledge their presents. It’s obvious you don’t like them. It will only make this harder for all of us. We think a little space would be good for us right now. But we do want you to know we were only trying to something nice. We care deeply about our DMV customers and have only wanted the best for you. We know that doesn’t make it right, but no matter what, just remember: the DMV loves you. The DMV has always loved you. That’s the important thing. If we could afford the rights to that Green Day song, we’d play. Good knowing you. Love, the DMV.

Cecil: I want to get back to the Carlos stuff, listeners. I really need to talk this all out, but I keep getting breaking news updates. We finally have word on the missing biologists. That’s good news. We found them out in the Scrublands. The bad news is we were only able to find partially eaten pieces of them. With the leadership of the Marine Biologist Association vacated, Randy Lance declared herself and the Girl Scouts Splinter Faction as the city’s foremost experts in marine biology. Lance surmises there is an aquatic creature of large tooth size and insatiable hunger living in this new ocean. Lance speculated the biologists were engaged in a heroic attempt to study the marine biology abruptly available to them, when events took a tragic turn. The biologists’ loved ones clarified that the biologists were actually fleeing town under the cover of night and got caught in the worst possible intersection of time and space, dying an agonized and terror-filled death in the exact matter that comprised their worst collective nightmare.

“He died doing what he loved,” a spouse of one of the deceased said. “Running away from his problems.”

[a song starts playing] Oh, oh look at the time! That’s Carlos and the Really Tall One calling in for our first counseling session. Um, oo, probably a good time for a weather report.

[“Clockwork Family” by Dan Warren. soundcloud.com/danwarren]

Well, that was an interesting first counseling session. Carlos apologized for being so quiet recently, and I said it was OK, I was just worried about him, and the Really Tall One said we both sounded like we loved each other a lot. And I said, well yes but that’s not the point right now, the point is I want to know all of Carlos’ secrets! And Carlos said, “Cecil, if it really means that much to you, I’ll tell you. The truth is, this isn’t my first phantom ocean. Before I ever came to Night Vale, there was an incident. It happened years ago, it was a different situation, but similar enough that I got preoccupied thinking about it these last few weeks. And sometimes I just need a little space to process things on my own first. It doesn’t mean I’m hiding anything from you. I mean, I kind of am, but if it were truly serious or was directly about us, I would talk with you about it. This is just a scientific and catastrophic phenomenon, not something to do with us.” That is verbatim what Carlos said. I wrote down every exact word, like an inexperienced journalist carefully investigating a huge story.

And then I said, “Yes OK fine, but what happened? What incident?” And – he said he still didn’t really want to talk about it and I asked the Really Tall One, “Aren’t there some sort of therapy exercised we could do to encourage Carlos to reveal every detail of his past to us immediately?” And she said “No”. And I said, “Maybe hypnosis or telekinesis?” I mean, she’s new to the counseling profession and maybe isn’t aware of all the tools available to be her yet. She said we have to accept that Carlos doesn’t want to talk about it right now, and maybe doesn’t want to talk about it ever. She said a person’s secrets are their own to keep or disclose and it isn’t necessarily an indication of the degree of intimacy in a relationship.

And I said, [chuckling] “Oh, really? Tell that to my 8th grade self!” Immediately embarrassed, I doubled down and said, “I played truth or dare and revealed to my friends that I’m afraid of mirrors and that I have a crush on someone in the room.” “That’s cute!” Carlos said. “Who was there?” And I said, “I can’t tell you!” And then I said, “I can’t remember, actually.” I don’t even remember what year I was in the 8th grade, let alone how old I am or even what I look like, because of the whole mirror thing. But I didn’t want to tell Carlos all that. It was too painful and complicated and not important. And the Really Tall One who could, I’m sure, hear all of my thoughts, smiled over the phone, which I thought was smug. I’m still not sure how I feel about any of this.

I have a lot more to say here, but there’s been some breaking news updates piling up on my desk. Let’s skim through the most interesting looking ones. Yeah. In order to protect us from the growing jelly cube and its apparent power to create random phantom oceans, the City Council decided the key to the jelly-filled storage unit in Radon Canyon will be destroyed, fed to whatever aquatic beast ate the marine biologists. A new budget line item was then approved to pay monthly rent on the unit indefinitely rather than, quote, “ever open that door again”. This cost to the city will be covered by the new tax increases on rental cars, gasoline, and dreams where you realize you’re naked in public.

A memorial service was held for the remaining body parts of the members of the Marine Biology Association. It was a beautiful service, in which each body part was given recognition for its unique contribution to the whole of who each person was. Inspired by this touching memorial, as well as the silent horror finally locked away in Radon public storage, the Tourism Board has decided to abandon plans for the Harbor Waterfront expansion project. Instead, it will shift its focus to renovating the recently destroyed Old Town. Plans for new Old Town are already underway, with some blueprints taken from the children’s redesigned Old Town drawing contest, hosted by the Girl Scouts Splinter Faction. The Captain is even slated to open a fusion restaurant there later this year. Mmmm, I love non-specific fusion cuisine.

[clears throat] Members of the Tourism Board have acknowledged that a huge amount of money and effort will go into the renovations and that all of the work, time, and expanse may or may not be destroyed by a similar incident at any moment. “C’est la vie”, they were hard to utter. It’s possible they actually said, “sepa vediare”, a protection spell that makes all sand eels harbingers of good fortune. Mm, hm.

OK, I only have a few moments of airtime left, and I just wanted to say, well… You know how if you keep staring at that one spot in the ceiling, it starts to look like a face? And the harder you look, the more it takes shape, and when you can finally see it really clearly, the face never disappears and it’s always there watching you? Or, or like how Oxyclean has those commercials where they can get blood out of everything from jeans to gloves to loaves of bread, but when you actually use the product, [angrily] those stains just never go away, reminding you day after day of what you’ve done? Or, no, OK, anyway.

[calm voice] What I’m trying to say is Carlos, if you’re listening, I’m sorry I freaked out and kept pressuring you to talk. Taking space for yourself is not the same as pushing someone away. And I guess I needed a little space too to figure that out. Whatever you need, I totally respect that. I can even go hang out at the Pancake House tonight if you- if you want some alone time. OK, I just wanted to say that before… Oh. Oh, Carlos just texted. “Come home now and I will do the opposite of push you away.” Well. Maybe what I’m trying to say is, [cheerfully] I think I’ve been on the air too long, I really should be getting home like right now.

Stay tuned next for bubble wrap being popped by rolling pins meant to simulate the explosion of fireworks.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night!

Today’s proverb: Pick a company and invest all your money in it. The absolute worst that could happen is that you’ll lose every cent and it would be terrifying and life-changing, so give it a shot.

[where-fading-princesses-live]

Ugh seriously. I just need to vent. Can people PLEASE STOP making all this unnecessary hate of Musical Mr. Krabs? I can’t stand checking the SB musical tags and seeing all these posts trashing him. Because Carlos left the cast, and is feeling pretty shitty about it, and I’m feeling shitty about it, I don’t need to see all this Krabs negativity right now. I don’t care if you don’t like the actor or the character, but please keep it to yourself. Don’t tag your hate. The tag should be used to spread unconditional love for this show. Yes, the playwrights didn’t exactly make Mr. Krabs the most sympathetic character, nor have the new SB seasons, but that doesn’t mean he’s an INHERENTLY bad character. Once upon a time, he had potential, and no matter how they decided to portray him as a one-note money whore with very little redeeming qualities in the musical, in my humble opinion, Carlos played him exceptionally well despite that. I don’t mind so much that he doesn’t sound like Clancy Brown, I liked his unique spin on the voice, and I think he looks the most like how I think a human Mr. Krabs would look. I think he nailed the body language (the way he always stood with a hunch like a crab), and the facial expressions (that one eyebrow raised, that lopsided grin). He was like a guy straight out of Hell’s Kitchen, he was perfect. But that’s just my opinion and I respect people who weren’t thrilled by his interpretation, but I’d rather not see all this negativity. I’m sad he left because I liked seeing some Latino representation in the show, being half Latino myself. So if you don’t like him, fine, if you hate Mr. Krabs in the musical, fine, but please keep it out of the tags.

Thank you.

This has been a PSA.

[cheschire-kaat-a-blog]

PSA: @ the Descendants fandom

It’s so... hard to ship Jane and Carlos. I mean, I was so excited after seeing the movie, because I had no idea that they’d become a thing. And I was so happy! I love them together. But then....

Then I go in the Janelos tag and it’s 89% Janelos hate.

And it hurts??? Because I genuinely love them together. I’m not queer baiting or anything; I haven’t found a chemistry that I liked in either J.aylos and B.enlos. I mean, I totally get why people love both ships: they are ADORABLE.

But there’s something about Janelos that appeals to me and has appealed ever since the first movie.

I don’t expect you to like Janelos. Seriously, I don’t!

But please... Please don’t flood my ship’s tag with hate.

[betelgeusessonajblog]

Little PSA

Alright so this morning I received a an asshole anon (X) Telling me that I should quit Tumblr because “I cause trouble for everyone I’ve rped with.” and shit bout me not respecting people’s decisions when they say no. 

Now this is the fun part: Not Once Has Someone Said No To Me This Week, I’m guessing this anon is from someone I no longer talk to  in which case you can suck my fully functioning balls. This I’m assuming is something to do with an rp between me and a Donnie rper (WHICH WASN’T EVEN SET IN A VERSE THE MUN SO BOLDLY CLAIMS IT WAS)and I even tried explaining that to them only to be met with a “fuck off” and block. Now here’s the thing People Have Other Universes! TA-DA! it’s called MULTIVERSE meaning MORE THAN ONE UNIVERSE *Fake gasp* I KNOW SHOCKING ISN’T IT?!

Another thing here: I have NEVER Forced someone into something they aren’t comfortable with, ever. I will run it past the mun behind the blog and say “Hey I have this idea.” I’ll tell them the idea if they say “Oooh I’m interested, let’s do it!” We will do it. If not then I will say “Alright, just an idea lol” then I’ll see if someone else will do the idea with me

Now then I’m gonna run 2 scenarios that has happened to me and you will see something, alright? Alright.

Scenario 1: 6 months ago I was doing an rp with parzival1 on IM on another account of mine, it was going pretty good until they did something WITHOUT MY CONSENT Which was to do GENITAL MUTILATION. I tried to get past it but I couldn’t, I was disturbed by what happened to my muse so I blocked him. He’s claimed I didn’t tell him a thing which is Complete Bullshit because I told them how disturbed I was about it

Scenario 2: A few weeks ago I did an rp with king-and-shou which had his muse Shou asking my then muse to do something sexual, now then I do smutty rps but sometimes you need a break from the constant smut and that’s what I’d done so my muse rejected the sexual idea and despite him saying “No.” Shou knocked my muse out and forced him into something sexual AGAINST. HIS. WILL. It was only after my muse threatened to dump his that he was “suddenly awake with Shou” whom claimed my muse was knocked out, I wasn’t letting it slide. Then we have the other rp that was going on at the same time where AJ was meeting the character King for the first time now the mun seemed a bit annoyed that I didn’t go for a sexual ending because he messaged me after AJ turned down the sexual advances “Wow you really don’t like happy endings do you?” apparently smut is the only way a happy ending can happen. So the “date” in the rp ended with AJ returning home and he took control of Carlos (AJ’s uncle figure) now then we have rped as each others muses but only a couple times or so what annoyed me wasn’t that he’d taken control of the muse but the fact that he’d practically tried claiming Carlos as his which is why we are no longer talking.

See here’s the thing anon and to ANYONE who has a problem with me: If You Don’t Like What You See UNFOLLOW ME YOU DON’T HAVE TO SEND ME ANON HATE. Because of this BULLSHIT overreaction I am now no longer talking to donatello-hamato-blog or rping with them and yes I am considering quitting Tumblr but because of the BULLSHIT DRAMA that has CONSTANTLY Happened to me. In Summary fuck you anon, fuck ANY of the assholes that start their shit with me