#riot division

[swdefcult]

[ourladyofomega]

📸 source: Kill Rock Stars (FB)

[saucy-cake]

Day 18 • Conventional Weapons

MCR • Inktober

Boy Division

[transingthoseformers]

SG DJD Laywers yess!

Now I'm gonna remind you, this idea came about at two am. And also all i know about the legal process is from us-gov/history classes and soap opera-esque books/shows. So basically nothing.

[rennarita]

Mustafa Ali announced for the cover of PWI magazine

[smoke-and-rockets]

just a heads up for anyone looking at my blog:

1. i’m a 16 year old girl (if you care)

2. i’m new to tumblr

3. im probs not going to actually post, ill just get high and reblog whatever i think is neat

feel free to send me a message tho i love to talk 🐈‍⬛

[thetremblingroofbeam]

[moondal514]

No one asked but one of my aftg fic pet peeves is when people write the Trojans going to the same banquets as the Foxes and Ravens. They would not go to the same banquets. The banquets are region-specific and the Trojans are in a completely different region from the Foxes and Ravens

[hornygothclown]

༒ 𝔫𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢 ༒

[sages-of-hell]

never had as many mental breakdowns as this evening trying to do my math assignments. i did not sign up for this. i just want to study biology and look at cool animals. girl help a woman in stem is suffering

[transingthoseformers]

So I'm thinking that the DJD are exempt from the "Decepticons collect their dead" thing? From everything I've seen it seeks like the aligned cons typically scrap theirs for parts which hey it's not like the offlined are gonna be using them. We see exactly this with canon Dreadwing, and kinda? The Starscream clones? Even Hardshell was dragged back onto the ship.

Unless of course they are unable to collect them, such as in canon Breaky's being yoinked by MECH relatively soon after his termination, or in the tfp au in Dreadwing's plan. From what I can see in even canon, it's pretty much designated that the autobots bury theirs instead (which is probably a whole "oohhHhHh, look at the good guys caring more™️ about their fallen brethren!" Thing) which is supported by Arcee returning to Cliffy's grave, that one time Megs rose up a bunch of dark energon zombies and i think Optimus referred to them mostly as undead autobots, them ending up burying Skyquake themselves.

But, from what we know in general about the Decepticon Justice Division both in mtmte canon and the tfp au, they aren't exactly known for the harsh but attempted efficiency of the tfp Nemesis crew. The latter tends to kill their targets pretty instantly (Arachnid is a statistical anomaly and shouldn't be included, even when she was/is working directly with the cons she's still kinda rogue adjacent. Even then, though, she doesn't tend to draw out the actual killing process.)

But what I've seen of the DJD? Their methods are messy, purposefully disorganized and improvised with a few constants (such as the prey most often being finished off by Tarn's Voice), and they're willing to broadcast this rather sadistic brutality. It fascinates me beyond belief.

[isaacsapphire]

"the summer 2020 uprisings were able to happen because enough people, for a brief moment, were freer than they had ever been in this fucking evil country"

Does an outbreak of freedom normally result in riots? Or is it the opposite, where a lack of freedom, an abrupt crackdown, or lockdown, is reacted to?

This feels like a "likes to charge, reblogs to cast" post attempting to manifest something rather than a descriptive post.

no, i do not believe this level of delusion about the pandemic being “over” is sustainable. i have noticed people behaving in ways they never would have before c19, like they know deep down that things are not OK and they’re scared. international travel, huge parties, etc. i don’t know. i guess i’ve been surprised and disappointed by mass human cruelty and indifference before but i really do believe there will be a tipping point. once activists can catch their fucking breath? maybe? it took 10 years of AIDS before ACT UP took to the streets. i don’t want to wait 10 years. i’ll push as hard as i fucking can but unfortunately i’m close to bed-bound by long covid at the moment. i do not want to die. c19 activism feels like a tipping point for climate change action, anticapitalist action, and abolition action. this can be a radicalizing moment. they made the US slightly more accessible for a MINUTE and then yanked it away but we *saw* it. we saw it!!!!!!!!!! efforts to squash c19 precautions go hand-in-hand with squashing anti-police protests: they know that the summer 2020 uprisings were able to happen because enough people, for a brief moment, were freer than they had ever been in this fucking evil country. when people are given resources, they give a shit. cops were the only maskless faces in the streets of minneapolis and that is not a coincidence. the old world is fucking scared and wants you to get sick and die. c19 deaths keep climbing, your yard is burning or flooding or bogged down by smoke, cops have killed more people each year since 2020. that’s the “normal” everybody is trying to convince you it’s sooooo fun to go back to. fuck off. fuck off. there will be a crack and we will kick it open

[maximumgreenbeans]

Not my stupid little writer brain trying to tell me Colin is going to get outted next episode.

All I'm saying is Rule of 3; Colin's been accidentally found out twice now and thankfully it's ended up fairly well after both, rule of 3 though states they're going to fuck with that. So if they do rule of 3 it (which I'm not saying they will but they literally spent the last 3 season's doing it with Rebecca's yearly truth bomb, so...) there's no other way it can go. Or at least no other way I can think of it going.

Now I fully could be wrong, like I do have a habit of over analysing plot beats (proven time and time again by the discussions I have about the plays I usher for) but the writers are extremely smart so I don't think it's too outrageous to think they'll go down this route.

And yeah, Colin's arc has been really good so far, and in a nice place to leave it but at the same time it feels like there's still more to come, like they haven't quite rounded it off yet. So there's a chance we're building to this.

Anyway yeah, could be spouting absolute bullshit here but writer brain hath gifted me thoughts

[apparently-artless]

defense force 3rd division being such a total riot (￣▽￣)

[natalievoncatte]

1. Leaves

Lena was, in all honesty, having the time of her life. Since they’d arrived here, she had finally relaxed. Really relaxed. Lex was gone. Capital-G Gone. The last of Cadmus had been mopped up. The Conpany was no longer a problem- L-Corp was being sold off, from entire divisions down to sales of old office chairs. The Estate and nine-tenths of the family holdings were all being sold off, and the money quietly funneled into a holding company. Sam Arias would manage Lena’s wealth.

Lena had nothing to do anymore, and it was glorious. She’d done what she’d never done in her entire life: rest. She ate when was hungry, slept when she was tired. She stayed up late finishing a thriller novel she’d grabbed off one of Kara’s tables and slept it off the following day. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, so one day she said, “Let’s go watch the leaves change.”

“Not much of that in National City,” Kara had said, not looking up from her laptop.

Lena was flipping channels when she made the suggestion, another pedestrian activity that had been too far beneath her to ever indulge during her CEO days.

“I’m serious,” said Lena. “I’ll rent us a cabin, book a flight, and we’ll be there by tomorrow morning. Vermont, or maybe New Hampshire.”

Kara looked up. “I could just fly us.”

“Short distances only,” said Lena.

Kara weighed it for a moment. She looked at Lena for a drawn out instant, eyes darting this way and that. Lena knew she had a deadline; she had become privy to the details of Kara’s life ever since she started couch surfing at Kara’s place after dumping her chic penthouse on some petroleum heir from the Emirates.

She had been “crashing” at Kara’s place for three months and had her own key, but they weren’t talking about it. Lena had remained on the couch, falling asleep to YouTube videos of molten lava and cat purring sounds, while Kara puttered around the house.

There were moments of tension. Pauses during shared meals. Moments when they pressed closed on sofa, times when Kara got up to go to bed and Lena felt this yearning to follow that she never quite obeyed.

Kara was thinking. Hard.

“Rent a cabin?”

“Yeah, someplace remote. So you can take a break. You’ve been working harder than ever, Darling. It almost feels like you’re avoiding me.”

Kara swallowed. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll fly. The regular way.”

They did, arriving in Maine less than a day later. Lena rented a Land Rover (because they were on an Adventure) and did all the driving, three hours from the airport to the cabin.

Kara rode in silence, though Lena heard her gasp.

The trees were beautiful. They were alive with color, as if an impressionist master had made the world a canvas and run riot. It was more than a mass of reds and yellows and oranges. It was astonishing.

It was dark when they arrived at the cabin. Lena had chosen one with two bedrooms, though she hesitated when she did. It had a full kitchen with a gas stove and all the amenities but also a fire pit and picnic table and gazebo, and overlooked a private swath of a small lake. It was like something out of a Bob Ross painting.

They were both tired from the flight, or at least Lena was, and turned in right away. When she rose the next day, she cheerily told her cabin-mate she was headed into town to get some supplies.

Kara went out to chop wood. Lena, of course, watched a few swings before leaving. Kara didn’t really need an axe but Lena didn’t care; she was preoccupied watching the muscles of Kara’s shoulders and back as she swung the splitting maul.

Lena got back before noon and carried the groceries inside, enough for her to use the fancy kitchen to prepare a mighty feast for her companion.

She didn’t hear the sobs until she had most of it put away. Lena bolted to the back door and stopped.

Kara was sitting on the picnic table, feet resting on the long board that acted as a seat. She was holding a single golden leaf on her hand, studying it and sobbing softly to herself.

“Kara?”

She looked up, soft blue eyes wet with tears. Lena felt a wave of grief but also panic, rushing to the table.

“Kara, what’s wrong?”

“I,” Kara started. “Lena, I’m scared.”

Lena swallowed hard. “Why?”

Kara looked at the leaf. “Another year past. The leaves turn colors and fall, school starts, things change.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Alex is married now. They’ve got a kid to raise. Nia and Brainy will probably get married soon. We hadn’t had a game night in two months.”

Lena swallowed. Kara was right. When Lena had first joined, then rejoined, this wonderful found family had been aggressively social, and now they forgot to text as often as not. They all spent more time at home or at their real jobs than at the Tower. The world had just started moving on. Kara didn’t even wear the cape every day anymore.

“I know,” said Lena, her voice thick. “But you’ve got me.”

Lena felt her pulse start to race. Kara had been so distant, she couldn’t help wonder if she was enough. If boring, retired Lena wasn’t enough. Oh God, what if Kara was thinking about going to Argo? Or the future?

“Not forever,” said Kara, her voice cracking like glass. She let the leaf drop from her fingers. “Eventually you’ll go. All of you. Brainy, Nia, Alex, Clark if he doesn’t come back from Argo. You.”

“Oh,” Lena said, softly. “Oh, Kara.”

“I think I might be immortal,” Kara whispered. “I don’t feel any aches or pains. Nothing about me changes. I don’t forget things like people do. My body just keeps repairing itself and it never makes any mistakes. What if I’m just like this forever? Or even a thousand years? What if everyone is gone and their kids are gone and no one knows who I am anymore?!” she was frantic now, the words coming too fast.

Lena reached out, tentatively. She put her hands on Kara’s shoulders and pulled herself in, wrapping her best friend in a hug.

Birds chirped, the waters of the lake made soft glug-glugs, and all around them was the soft tapping sound of the leaves, already letting go.

“I won’t leave you,” Lena whispered. “Kara, I won’t. If I have to live forever I will. I’ll find a way. Tech, magic, fifth dimensional imps. I’ll find a way.”

Kara sighed, arms firmly around her.

“Do you need space?” Lena asked. “I could leave you alone for a bit. Look for a place when we get back, so I’m not on the couch all the time.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” Kara blurted, almost cutting her off. “I know I’ve been distant, it’s just… I keep looking at you and thinking about all the time I’ve lost and all the mistakes I’ve made and how I’ll regret it forever. We have so little time and I’m so scared I’ll lose you.”

Lena pulled back to look at her. “We have a long time to make more memories. As many as we can.”

“I’ll lose you too,” said Kara. “I know you want more. A family, a partner. You’ll start to have less time for me. You’ll all just fall away and I’ll be stuck here alone.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How can you say that?”

Kara started to pull away. Lena stopped her with a tug on her arms. It stunned her, sometimes, how she could overpower a god with her tiny human hands. How she could stun the other whirlwind or a touch.

“Kara,” said Lena. “I don’t want someone else. I want you.”

“Me?” Kara squeaked.

Lena cleared her throat. “I wanted to tell you at the wedding. I mean, I didn’t dress like that and go stag for the hell of it. I just lost my nerve and you seemed so overwhelmed.”

Kara blinked a few times.

“You want me?” said Kara.

Lena felt a cold rush of terror. She’d just blurted it out, artlessly, unplanned.

“Like want me want me? Like kissing want me?”

Lena licked her lips. “Yes. I’d like to kiss you right now, if you let me.”

Kara settled back into the table, leaning forward. Lena leaned in, pushing her back slightly, moving her hands from shoulders to hips, scoring the way Kara tensed and trembled. She was hardly inexperienced, Lena knew, but something about this felt like a first kiss, even for her. It tasted like one, too, down to the quivery way their lips met.

Kissing quickly became something more. Lena didn’t know if she was pulling or Kara pushing. It didn’t much matter; the path led to the bed in Kara’s room, marked by a trail of shed clothing.

Years of anticipation overwhelmed them both; dinner was forgotten, and they didn’t even emerge until the next day.

It was in the morning sun, the light turning Kara’s skin gold, that Lena saw it. Twisted within one of the curling locks of hair, splayed around Kara’s head on the pillow, was a faintly visible thread of purest silver, chased through the gold like an engraver’s masterpiece. Lena couldn’t help but twirl the errant strands around her finger.

As Kara slept, she looked up through the window and watched the wind as it caressed the leaves.

[blackjackkent]

Another BG3 dialogue compilation - Elfsong Laff Riot jokes! (And associated companion approval.)

ROUND 1

Willoughby the comedian, folks! Were his jokes good, or did he just smell funny?

Elfsong Audience Approval Approves +1: Lae'zel, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Minthara, Minsc, Halsin Disapproves -1: Astarion, Shadowheart, Jaheira

Say, what's the difference between a dwarf and a bulette? You can't toss the bulette!

Elfsong Audience Neutral Disapproves -1: Everyone

Hey! I asked my wizard to cast Shatter. He said, 'Shatter? I hardly know 'er!'

Elfsong Audience Disapproval Approves +1: Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Minthara, Minsc, Halsin Disapproves -1: Lae'zel, Jaheira

[BARBARIAN][CHARISMA] Laugh. Now.

(on success) Elfsong Audience Approval (on failure) Immediate Loss Approves +1: Everyone

ROUND 2

You know why I hate vampires? They just suck.

Elfsong Audience Disapproval Approves +1: Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira, Minthara, Minsc, Halsin Disapproves -2: Astarion

I tried sleeping with a dragonborn the other night, but it didn't work out - he had a reptile dysfunction.

Elfsong Audience Approval Approves +1: Astarion, Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Jaheira, Minthara, Minsc, Halsin Approves +2: Karlach

I asked a zombie reanimator out on a date, but she said she wasn't interested in nec-romance.

Elfsong Audience Neutral Approves +1: Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Minsc, Halsin Disapproves -1: Lae'zel, Jaheira, Minthara

[INTIMIDATION] What do you call a room full of people who don't applaud? Dead.

(on success) Elfsong Audience Approval (on failure) Immediate Loss Approves +1: Everyone

ROUND 3

The Dead Three, am I right? What losers. You know why Bane worshippers will never conquer the world? They don't have the Bhaals!

Elfsong Audience Neutral Approves +1: Astarion, Karlach, Minthara, Minsc, Halsin Disapproves -1: Lae'zel, Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, Jaheira

A mind flayer's duergar slave lost his nose, so I asked the illithid, 'How does he smell?' and it said, 'I have eaten its brain.'

Elfsong Audience Disapproval Approves +1: Minsc Disapproves -1: Lae'zel, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Shadowhewart, Karlach, Jaheira, Minthara, Halsin

Our cleric tried to cast Healing Word on a ham, but it was already cured.

Elfsong Audience Approval Approves +1: Everyone

[INTIMIDATION] CLAP, OR I'LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINES.

(on success) Elfsong Audience Approval (on failure) Immediate Loss Approves +1: Everyone

Fun Notes:

Everyone approves of you threatening the crowd.

Everyone likes making fun of vampires except Astarion, who disapproves double.

Everyone likes the sex joke and ham. Karlach likes the sex joke more than everyone else.

Everyone in the group takes a stand against dwarf-tossing.

Minsc likes every single other joke (including the terrible third-round one everyone else disapproves of).

The religion joke is the most divisive, followed by (tied) the necromancy pun and whether or not to heckle the MC.

Liked Joke Count (not including threats):

Minsc: 8 Karlach: 7 Halsin: 7 Minthara: 6 Gale: 6 Wyll: 6 Astarion: 5 Shadowheart: 5 Lae'zel: 4 Jaheira: 3