#who isn't a cop

[pluralsword]

A Contrast of Prowls

The nice thing about writing Prowl (we do have more plans for her) in our orig cont Autosignet Cycle stuff is that we get to reclaim and enjoy the Prowl/Arcee dynamic as a t4t aesthetic crush thing in Honey I'm Cheering for You But No (might do more with that and have at least Aileron involved) with prowl being a sweetspark (who went from librarian to shipping logistics specialist and the last we saw of her she was unemployed trying to figure out her life and aesthetics with the help of Arcee, Aileron, Greenlight, Wheeljack, and Jazz) rather than a cop. Cops aren't really a thing that prewar Cybertron and the Autobots have in our orig cont stuff, instead they have collectivist public/community services and goods (and thus no poverty or ultra wealthy), deescalation and mental health specialists (helping with the mental health component), and at most bodyguards, intelligence analysts, and as a last resort the armed pacifist military (who really only get involved with fighting hegemonic militia/military threats). Seeing more gal Prowl content has led us to wanting to give her a bigger role later in the Autosignet Cycle during the Great War, specifically as a commando/espionage agent, who of course by this point is dating Jazz. :3

We say all this because after reading EXRID, Prowl comes off as having been absolutely awful to Arcee and we just can't enjoy the ship people have of the two because of the way they trust/don't trust each other and the tension there. Not saying people can't ship them ofc but it just really feels like a situation where Arcee had to find her way out of a toxic situation while rebuilding and redefining herself. Whereas Prowl only cared about her to the extent that she was able to perform a use to his dirty work and idea of what the Autobots should be, and did not want her breaking away from that, which she of course did. It just... reminds us of how trans women get tokenized by a violent hierarchic society that doesn't actually care about us when we're seen as useful to the military industrial complex, while still actively hurting us. We think that read is very much intentional by Barber even if he wasn't familiar with the history, he meant it for Arcee's story (see: OP #21 where Victorion astutely observes that Arcee wants to stop being a warrior, and Arcee says earlier during the Titans Return one-shot to Prowl that she doesn't really feel as into fighting to kill/battle as she used to be, while the OP series shows she still clearly enjoys sparring since she does that to honor Sideswipe's life and death) because of how opposed to her Cybertronian societal structures were. Spoilers but we're actually going to write Prowl as a bit of an antagonist at the end of Addendum because of all this and other things and will have a later Addendum Nexuses story that involves Arcee and her loved ones and friends taking down what's left of the New Institute in the Autobot fold under Prowl's command (still figuring out how that would look after the end of IDW1).

(As an aside, separate from this a dear trans gal friend of ours exposed us to a read of IDW1 Prowl and Tarantulas as trans gals who are deeply buried in the androcentrism they grew up with to the point of not really having words for their trans contexts during the canon run of the story. We might have that be something that is navigated later at least regarding Prowl, who btw is kinda remorseful about how she treated Arcee by the time we reach the not yet released end of Addendum, but she hasn't figured out fully how to treat her better.)

So yeah, stay tuned for that. :3 Actually have spoons to work more on Rekindling Flight because of this. BTW for those who don't know Prowl in our orig cont is primarily green and is chubby.

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[purgetrooperfox]

tired: fox has never done anything wrong in his life he was under control of the chip he didn't mean to kill fives he would never do that

wired: fox was being deliberately, continuously manipulated by palpatine into doing anything he wanted under threat of severe bodily harm, no chip necessary

inspired: fox is a product of brainwashing and genuinely believes in the senate and the republic, which is in constant conflict with the rhetoric he hears from politicians and his general dislike of senators, but that conflict is ultimately irrelevant. he believes in the institution with his entire self. he was born to die for this system and would lose his shit if he started questioning it in any meaningful way. The Institution told him to kill fives so he killed fives, it told him to hunt down ahsoka so he did it, etc etc. conviction that this is all worth it because the republic Can Only Be Right (or else his entire existence and everything the guard puts up with are meaningless) is what gets his ass out of bed in the morning. he'll do terrible things to protect it, and by extension his sense of self, and he won't apologize for it because it's categorically Right in his brain. none of this changes the fact that he's routinely abused by this system, or the fact that he's enslaved by it, or that he has no real choice in anything, only how he personally reconciles it all

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[uncanny-tranny]

To my fellow US Americans: If you are planning on arming yourselves because of the election results and what might be on the horizons, I urge you to be a responsible gun owner.

Take as many classes as you can. Get certified in gun safety, even if it's not required to own a gun in your state. Get a gun safe. A good gun safe. Lock your gun up. Don't leave it armed. Don't wave your guns or gun-owning status around and don't pose with guns like they're toys. I'd say not to make gun buying an impulse purchase, either. You are investing in something that holds great potential risk to yourself and others - treat it like a responsibility.

I'm not here to argue about if Americans ought to exercise the second amendment in the way it currently exists. That's not the point - we have always had the second amendment, and I doubt it's going anywhere. I am more interested in making sure we don't see a surge in accidental, negligent gun ownership.

As a queer person in the US, I can understand the mindset behind people's spiked interest in arming themselves. I'm not arguing against that. As a child of gun owners, I know just how huge a responsibility it is to own a gun, and I hate the general attitude we Americans have about guns. Please don't contribute to that. If you own a gun, it is you inherent responsibility to take care of that gun (which is why I can't own a gun yet - I don't have the resources to pour into proper ownership).

[bruciemilf]

Somebody tell me if this is a bad take, or if my love for Bruce is causing my objective brain to glitch, but-- something about advertising Batman, a hero who's very popular for being good with children, for being NURTURING with children, a bad father kinda defeats the whole purpose of what he's supposed to represent.

Batman is a protector; He protects people the world (and especially law enforcement) does not care about. That's literally the point of him.

Something about marketing " you can be incredibly violent to people you care about! And Its fine, because you care about them even if you abuse them, and that's what matters!" towards people, but especially men and young boys, is REALLY fucked up to me.

[sage-nebula]

Powder was always going to grow into Jinx.

Let's imagine a scenario where Powder didn't go to the cannery. A scenario where she didn't set off her monkey bomb, where her adoptive family didn't die, where Vi, Vander, Mylo, and Claggor all made it back to The Last Drop to find her there, heartbroken but waiting for their return.

Even in this scenario, where the deaths of her adoptive family didn't happen by her hand, Vi was never taken to Stillwater, and Silco didn't adopt her -- even in this scenario, she still would have matured into the terrorist who sought to murder as many enforcers with her bombs and guns as possible.

Look at who Powder was, as a child. Look at the drawings she made, of bombs, guns, explosions, and herself holding dynamite:

Look at the bombs she tried to make, filled with nails and other harmful objects, that her older sister encouraged her to keep making because "they will [work]."

Look at the way she mimed shooting enforcers as they passed her and her siblings.

Silco didn't implant the idea of killing enforcers with bombs and guns into Powder's mind. That was always there. If anything, Vi was the one who put it there, as much as she berated Powder for getting them searched by the enforcers that Powder pretended to shoot. Vi encouraged her to make her bombs. She told Powder that they would work someday. And this nurtured who Powder already was: someone who hated the enforcers with every fiber of her being, who wanted to kill them herself, who practiced and worked on making weapons not only to help her family (but that, too), but also to kill the enforcers that made their lives hell.

As a child, Powder was already making weapons, even if they didn't work at first. As a child, Powder already wanted to kill enforcers. This is the path she was on long before the incident at the cannery. This is who she was always going to be.

So had the Last Drop family had survived, think about how she would have progressed. She would have continued working on her bombs, this time with the grief of rejection and roots of insecurity in the back of her mind that not only did Vi not allow her to come on the mission to save Vander, but that they truly didn't need her there to save him. She still had the hex crystals; it's entirely possible that she would have experimented with the monkey bomb later, in a different location, blowing something up when no one was around.

Perhaps then Silco would have taken notice of her, perhaps he would have started secretly feeding her parts so that she could continue to make weapons.

Or maybe not; maybe she would have just continued to build bombs and guns that would grow increasingly more successful, until she could start using them against the enforcers instead of always having to flee when she and her siblings got chased.

But there is one certainty we have, and that is this: Powder loved making bombs and wanted to fight the enforcers. Jinx loves making bombs and wants to kill the enforcers. She is the same girl. This is who she has always been. It's who she was always going to be, even if the night at the cannery had taken a different trajectory. Vander would have strongly disapproved of her killing enforcers, but she would have tried to do it anyway. She had fantasies that she play-acted out about doing just that, that she and her sister got manhandled by enforcers for.

Powder is Jinx is Powder. Always has been, always will be. They are not two separate girls. Jinx has accepted this about herself; it's high time others do, too.

[dangerousdan-dan]

Sometimes, liking a complex, well-written character means holding her close to your chest and protecting her from the "She did nothing wrong" blorbofication

[coffeeghoulie]

Oh I had a ton of fun writing this one, I love writing Swiss/Aeon, and Dew was fun to throw in too, I like the three of them's dynamic a lot.

Contains spitroasting, praise/degradation kink, gagging/choking, nonverbal safeword use, and aftercare. Cunt used to describe Aeon's anatomy.

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Aeon's floating.

Nothing around them matters except for the points of contact: The mattress shifting under their palms and knees. Hot hands and bony fingers digging into the slight softness of their waist, pinning their tail out of the way. Another set of hands, bigger, carding through their sweat soaked hair. Not pulling or pushing, just a comforting weight. Aeon loses themself in it, eyes fluttering as words and pleasure wash over them.

"That's it, sweetheart, suck it just like that," Swiss coos, sounding like all the world like he doesn't have his cock halfway down Aeon's throat. "So good, such a good ghoul for us."

Aeon's throat works around the intrusion, eyes watering and spilling down their cheeks as they fight not to gag. Swiss is too big for them to take comfortably, but the praise spilling from his lips hits the pleasure centers of their brain the same way Dew fucking into them from behind does. Their eyes roll back as they're pushed and pulled between the older ghouls.

They moan, gurgling, as Dew slams hard into their cunt. It shoves them further down onto Swiss's cock. They gag hard, eyes wide and glassy.

There's a laugh behind them, filtering through like Aeon's head's underwater. A sharp slap lands on the flesh of their ass. Aeon tries to yelp but can't.

"Such a needy slut," Dew cackles, draping his body over Aeon's back. Their sweat steams where their bodies press together, pooling in the small of their back. "Tight fucking cunt."

Each of Dew's thrusts knocks them forward, Swiss's cock lodging deeper into their mouth. Tears stream down Aeon's face and add to the slick mess of saliva and pre. Dew's sharp teeth nip at the shell of their ear, deftly avoiding Swiss's gentle hands. "He treats you too soft, voidling. Like you're glass 'bout to shatter. I know better," he snarls through grit teeth. "You're made of stronger stuff. You can take it like a good whore, can't you?"

Aeon can't answer even if they had the brainpower for it. For what it's worth, they're cockdrunk out of their mind. They blink up at Swiss with mismatched eyes, whining wetly as he fucks into their mouth, Dew pushing and pulling them between them.

One of Swiss's hands move down to cup their cheek, feeling it hollow under his palm as they suck mindlessly. He doesn't always wear his pleasure in his expression, so it fills Aeon with a deep, strange pride to watch his brow furrow and his teeth sink into his swollen bottom lip. His thumb moves, swiping something wet from their cheek.

"Just because you can take it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be treated nice, huh?" Swiss says, staring fondly down with pupils blown, irises a thin metallic ring.

Aeon whines, toes curling and claws digging into the covers as Dew's grip tightens and he yanks them back. His cock hits that spot that makes them see stars with deliberate, almost cruel precision. Their joints threaten to give out, hips starting to slump.

"Nuh-uh, none of that," he snaps, hauling their hips up and shifting the angle devastatingly. He snarls wordlessly, taking his pleasure from their body. "The voidling can take it. And they will."

He punctuates his sentence with an almost brutal thrust, shoving Aeon forward. They're not expecting it, and they weren't prepared to be shoved several inches further onto Swiss's cock.

Aeon's eyes go wide like silver dollars as their entire body protests, stomach churning. They shove frantically at Swiss's hip. They can't- They can't- They can't breathe and Dew's fucking them like he hates them and they're gagging and it's not stopping. Swiss is groaning like he's gonna cum and that's just gonna choke them even more and it's not hot that he's making them gag anymore and-

There's a rush of air into their lungs, and suddenly Swiss is completely gone, not touching them at all. Aeon coughs and splutters, a thick strand of saliva connecting their bottom lip to the tip of his cock. They pat twice at the mattress, unable to speak quite yet. Their wrists give out, and Aeon drops to their elbows as their chest heaves.

Vaguely, they're aware that Dew's stopped. Or at least slowed down. It's hard to tell with how desperately they're trying to catch their breath.

Big, warm hands cup their wet cheeks. "Bug, sweetheart, easy, that's it, so good for calling yellow." Swiss's voice filters in through the panic in their mind as their stomach settles. "That's it, breathe for me, okay?"

Aeon nods mindlessly, eyes squeezing shut as they focus on the warmth of Swiss's hands, of Dew's rubbing soothingly up and down their sides.

"Didn't mean to make you gag like that, voidling," Dew says softly, pressing a kiss to where their neck meets their back. His tail curls around their thigh gently, giving them the contact he knows they crave. "He's too damn big for his own good, isn't he?" he jokes lightly.

Aeon swallows, throat clicking as it works. Their jaw aches. They nod. Swiss scoffs playfully, still cupping their face. "I've never had any complaints when it's you in Aeon's spot, spitfire."

Dew huffs, never once stopping the motion of his hands. Aeon knows that he's rolling his eyes. "Not about that right now."

"Of course not," Swiss whispers, sinking down until he can press his forehead to Aeon's, their horns clicking together. "Hey, baby, how you feeling?"

"Fuck," they wheeze, wiping at their mouth and chin with the back of their hand. "Stupid fucking gag reflex."

"It's alright, buggy," Swiss chuckles, but his eyes have a hard glint of concern as he watches their face. "Should we get you laid out and comfortable, sweetheart?"

"Please," Aeon whispers in a rasp. Swiss glances up over their shoulder, having a silent conversation with Dew. He pulls out gently, both of them hissing with sensitivity. Dew keeps his hands on Aeon's hips, coaxing them to lay down, first on their stomach before helping them roll onto their side. His hands vanish, and so do Swiss's.

Before Aeon can even start to whine because no one's touching them, Swiss scoots to lay in front of them, chest to chest and murmuring soft praise into their hair. Aeon shoves their face into his collarbone as a warm weight settles behind them, Dew's nose nuzzling into their hair as he slips into their big spoon, legs tangling together.

"Take as long as you need, sweetheart," Swiss whispers, his breath hot on their scalp as it ruffles their hair. "You have all the control here. And if you want to call it a night, that's okay too."

"Just, just give me a minute," they nod, chuffing softly as they rub their cheek against Swiss's collarbone, Dew pressing warm kisses to the back of their neck. "Thank you."

"Don't thank us, voidling," Dew whispers, lips quirking up in a smile as it makes Aeon's ear flick against the side of their head. "We're meant to make sure you're good."

Swiss chuckles, kissing the crown of their head. Aeon basks in the closeness of the older ghouls, pressed up so tight to them that they can feel each of their hearts beating. "What Dew means to say, I think, is that you put so much trust in us. We're not going to take that for granted. Never. We both love you very much, Aeon."

Aeon chuffs, tail curling around Dew's as they cling to Swiss. "Love you two too."

[mikakuna]

catholic jason is like

random: wanna have sex?

jason: sorry i'm waiting until marriage

random: you literally kill people

jason: and? that's between me and my god

[bisupergirl]

adventure comics v1 #421, 424 || superman v1 #308-309 || the superman family #186, 222 || the brave and the bold v1 #160 || supergirl v2 #12

some people wrongfully assume that kara didn't get her attitude until her new 52 series but true supergirl understanders know she's always been two seconds away from beating someone's ass should they annoy or displease her in any way.

[deadpanwalking]

Every time my neighbours blast their selection of really bad music from 10 pm to 5 am I become a war criminal in my mind. Maybe in the future tumblr will have a feature that allows someone like op to judge me at the Thought Hague.

Man, if my neighbors blasted their selection of really good music at 2AM, I'd still be thinking shit that would land me in the gallows next to you at Crimethink Nuremberg.

[derangedfujoshi]

The mirror of one' soul.

[naranjapetrificada]

Tagging a post about a character with that character's name whether speaking positively or negatively about that character is actually just fine and should be encouraged when you're talking about that character.

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, the whole "[x] group can't be oppressed! Name one right they don't have!!!" because it's such a narrow-minded, State-enforced look at oppression and group struggle.

When you talk to a marginalized group, often they might bring up that there are laws that hinder their movement through life, but a ton of discussions won't surround the law - they might talk about how they are refused equal opportunities, or are medicalized, or treated like a problem to be solved. When you focus so heavily on the State, you are neglecting that enforcers of oppression or oppressive dynamics will not be the people with the highest power of the land.

Despite there (in theory) being equal rights, that by no means means that it is correct to surmise that no group of people aren't oppressed or marginalized. Just because there isn't a law in place that says, "discriminate against this group!" doesn't mean that they are granted the same opportunities or ways of life you might have.

[johannestevans]

went on a lunch date recently where the guy like. didn't mention what job he did on grindr, just that he'd been working late etc, and then when i got there and mentioned it i asked what he did, and he was like "oh well i work for the police" and i was. immediately shut down, understandably

and later on i asked his opinions abt police brutality, police abuse rates, if he thinks the police should be abolished etc, and later was like, yeah, ethically this is a bad match

but idk like. when ppl tell me they're a cop or a gard (or in the military) on grindr i just block them from the off, bc it's like, well, you're cool w brutality, rape, and abuse, there's no reason you could or should be trusted with an intimate partner. and this guy had mentioned he followed me on twitter and didn't at all seem surprised by my open disgust for his profession, and idk if that was why he didn't mention it up front and thought i wouldn't make a big deal about it (as if) or if he just doesn't mention it to anybody

but i'm still so like ??

like my house has a very explicit no cops policy. if sb else brought their partner or brother or whatever to dinner and they were a cop, they would be told to fucking leave. as if i'm gonna fuck one myself

[stardustedknuckles]

I can't believe jinx attempted suicide by cop and the only reasons it didn't work are that her inner child physically manifested and because no matter what, Vi could never really be or abide a cop. And she certainly couldn't repeat what cops had done to them as children.