#publicly exposing myself as a complete weirdo

[sonicboomseason3]

a brief recap of what has been going on with the sonic movieverse in the past several months:

paramount has come out in public support of israel

keanu reeves, a man who has publicly rubbed elbows with none other than benjamin netanyahu, reportedly gets cast as shadow for the upcoming third movie

james marsden, the guy who plays tom, got exposed as having written a letter of support for a convicted pedophile

there's fucking??? zionist propaganda in the knuckles series???

kind of connected to the last point but adam pally, the guy who plays wade, is evidently pro-israel too

this is a complete and utter joke.

EDIT AS OF 4/30/24: if people see this version of the post, i'd really appreciate it if you reblog it instead of the other versions, as it's the most updated one with all the information that i want included. thank you :]

you know, it's been a few days since i've made this post, and some of you (not most) are staying determined in defending/justifying/giving the benefit of the doubt to keanu for that photo with netanyahu, whether it's because "it was a decade ago," "him being civil to someone he ran into at a party one time doesn't mean anything," "he's probably just silent because his pr managers won't allow him to speak up," etc. i've made my thoughts on the matter quite clear by directly responding to these people, but at this point, i'm tired of both seeing them in my notes and repeating myself, so take this as my final word on the issue.

i can't help it if you don't think the photo with netanyahu is damning, and i'm done engaging with everyone going out of their way to tell me that. i obviously disagree, especially after finding out that 1. the host of the party, arnon milchan, is a former israeli spy who has a history of developing israel's nuclear program and promoting apartheid in south africa (information that had broken out a few months prior to the party and thus would've been fresh news around the time keanu chose to attend) and 2. keanu has been caught hanging around at least two other weirdos, but if you don't find any of that to be cause for reasonable concern, then there really is nothing else i can say afaik.

with all that said, i'm beginning to realize how strange it is that these people's first instinct when seeing this post is to start debating about keanu's political stances without ever acknowledging any of the other bullet points. you guys realize that this isn't just about him, right? i know tumblr reading comprehension is known for being piss-poor, but like… you realize that i was trying to make a point of how there are MULTIPLE terrible things that have broken out about the people and company involved in the sonic movies, right? and yet, a lot of the people leaping to speak on keanu's behalf in my notes are completely ignoring the parts where i bring up paramount, pally, etc. all in favor of zeroing in on the singular point about keanu and making bad faith assumptions about me for holding him accountable. really makes one wonder where your priorities lie if, in a post that talks about so many other things, me accusing an a-list celebrity with, according to google, a net worth of almost $400 million is where you draw the line and apparently the only thing worth your acknowledgment.

ultimately, what i'm trying to say is that the intention of this post was just to gather up everything that i had been hearing for the past several months and put it all together in one place. there were a bunch of people who didn't know about at least one of the bullet points before seeing this post, and i'm glad that i could help inform them, that was what i was hoping to do! but as for the keanu thing, i've said pretty much all i can say for now, and i don't want to derail the original post even more than i may have already. unless something new comes up, i'm done talking about him.

[dentixvoxel]

what im doing externally: *putting away car models back into their box*

me, internally: "alright, time to go back home, how did i fit you guys in here again aagghr okay uuuuu okay and yes i know gt r is missing its out meeting the gt, they are on a date. so now there is some space left in here, wait i know, here, ford gt, time to get in The Box for the first time, okay, now, be nice to eachother or Else"

[aetherical-cosmos]

The Horrors We Bear (Trigger Warning: Autopsy, Death)

It hadn't been very long that I had released my name out into the great world beyond that I was available as a pathologist and contract coroner, but my first "case", as it were, seemed to already prove quite interesting. I get my first call out to examine the body of a young woman who had been apparently drowned. Beside her, a string of her personal effects are strewn about as a sole, butchered finger had been used to write a message in her own blood.

"Be still, little flame."

Whatever the hell that is supposed to mean is beyond me, but after making my way through a huge crowd of people in order to get a good idea of where to begin, I'm being gawked at. The weird stares start setting in as I bring in my toolbox of equipment.

Oh dear Thaliak, please...not again.

I'm not a weirdo, I don't hang out with the dead all day by choice. I wish these people would realize I do have a life outside of what I do for employment.

Focus, Zara. Back to the task at hand.

I toss my blonde ponytail back over my shoulder and pop open my tool chest, taking care to place gloves over the skin of my hands as not to taint the crime scene with my own bodily oils. You never know how even just the simplest hair during an investigation can lead to the most unlikely suspects. I pull out a few necessary instruments. Adhesive strips?  Check.  Cotton sticks?  Check.  Test vials?  Oh now dammit...where are tho -- AH. Here they are. I realized I put them in a very insulated cloth sack to be locked into the lid of the box.

I start taking a mental image of the way her body's laid out. Apparently this criminal had a "conscience", though most wouldn't agree with the obvious murder. He arranged her just so that her sopping wet hair was covering her face. A sign of respect for the dead, mayhap?

Usually criminals who drown their victims will leave them in the water never to be found. They also didn't just "dump" her somewhere. It seems like all of her belongings are within range, even her coinpurse hadn't been touched. Was this a message to someone for the body to laid out publicly like this or did the perpetrator wish to show shame for their crime, leaving her in public view so that someone would find her quickly?

The possibilities begin to swim in my head. I start rolling a cotton stick upon her bloodied finger in order to identify a blood type for her. I motion for one of the nearby gawking pair of newbie Flames soldiers to help me pull out a piece of long parchment in order to get an impression of the message left in the concrete as the blood was almost completely dried. The steam is such a useful tool for loosening the blood from the stone and onto paper. It works well for cloth too, but paper is the best medium for any blood transfer as it absorbs and still keeps the shape and state it had been originally transferred to. All it takes is just a slight brush of a coal in wet cloth to the back of the paper to steam the message onto the thick paper.

"NO! No, don't do that!"

Great, already the body's being tampered with. The Flame guards drop the poor woman the few inches back to the concrete with the look of a deer caught in an magitek armor's headlights. I feel by blood boiling as they back away slowly, I'm sure the look on my face made me look Death Incarnate.

"Have some respect. We cannot move this woman until the proper procedures are in place. Make yourselves useful, keep this area as clear as possible while I finish my work. You two! Yes, you. I'm talking to you two over there in the corner! COME HERE."

I swear, the majority of the guard sects within the different cities in Aldenard are very no-nonsense and have no issue with following instructions, but some...I worry about whether or not they were raised in a barn.

The two I had looming about come over to me, I gave them the job of holding out the parchment fully for the steam-pressed evidence to air dry. They stood in front of each other as the parchment was stretched out between them. I made certain they took off their gauntlets in order to not damage the parchment corners, but I used the dark sand and adhesive strips on their fingertips first as to immediately eliminate them as suspects.

Turning back to the poor woman upon the ground, I followed suit with what I had done with the guards and began to use a large horsehair brush to dust my special dark sand over key areas of her body. In this case, since she had been drowned, I took care to pay special attention to her hands, elbows, any appendage that would be easily used against her.

How bizarre...

I lifted her hair to see that only one earring remained. It was rather large, but it seemed well kept in place with a stable backing. What happened to the other, I wondered to myself. If this one survived the blow of being submerged, the other one probably should have as well.

I logged that away into the back of my mind as I continued with my process. I put the cotton sticks into the glass tubes and secured them into my box. The adhesive strips were able to recover not a print but what looked to be an impression of some kind around her chin/mouth/cheek area. It was faint, but more tests would help me fully confirm what it might be later.

I begin to collect her personal effects that were scattered around her and began to place them into finely woven mesh bags. They were also Garlean technological marvels (I would never expose how I came to procure them); they virtually kept them in the state in which they were found, the mesh being so fine that it preserved and allowed the evidence to breathe at the same time. I was thankful for this as other bags of the past tended to keep their contents mildewed or stagnant and moldy. The smell when that happened was more than enough to make someone exhume their breakfast if they were within thirty feet of said evidence bag. Scientific breakthroughs have really come a long way in helping those like me preserve evidence.

As soon as I tag them for research, I pull out a large black leather bag, one of my few assistants came to my side with a wooden stretcher. I arrange for the Flame guards that were holding my evidence parchment out to dry to roll the bag out place it openly on the stretcher so that the woman's body could be placed gently inside. As soon as she's within, I slowly and painstakingly close all forty-eight clasps until her face is buried under the black leather. I whisper a quick prayer to both Thaliak and Nald'thal in the back of my mind for the victim as my assistants begin to wheel her off towards my temporary makeshift office within the thaumaturgy with a small host of Flame guards surrounding me. I collect my belongings. As soon as I pull off my gloves, I toss them into the box and close it up, sitting upon it for a moment as I sit and stare at the concrete she had just been laying upon.

Who would've done this? Why? There was quite a bit of anger in this scenario...and that's when it hit me. I get a flash of an image of her standing close to a man whose face I cannot see, but she's smiling, her body pressed against his as he holds her hands in his affectionately. He kisses her. I quickly snap out of my reverie to wheel my tool chest with all my evidence contained within towards my autopsy office behind the small throng of people headed my same direction.

Whoever you are, I will find you. This girl will be avenged.