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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).
I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.
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what if you were a cis guy and played bloodborne as a male character and when you got to the father gascoigne boss fight in his intro cutscene he's like "puppygirls all over the shop. you'll be one of them, sooner or later" and then when the fight starts he chases you around with a comedically large estrogen filled syringe and tries to feminize you. would that be fucked up or what haha
Every single time someone mentions police role-playing in a sexual context I think of this tinder interaction and I instantly become absolutely stricken with laughter
Mechposting? Nah. Armorposting. Wearing a suit of form-fitting power armor, functional, utilitarian, perfect for a singular object of precise destruction. Utterly modular, the suit is a second skin. They come home, drenched in blood, not heightened on stims, but simply the mad rush of close combat, atomizing enemies with a rush down of missile swarms.
A handler cracks the suit open, pulling the soldier from their exo-armor—and simply listens. They don’t have the same luxury of mech pilots being on stims. They cannot, for the mech is a twenty-feet tall machine for mass killing, while the exo-armor is personal. intimate. They lead the infantry, they do grav-jumps from hovertanks, they go where mechs cannot, idolized knights of steel and fiber in their shells—they must see all, hear all, and in the end they are relegated to the same space as the mech pilot—clinging to their handler, begging for a light kiss on the cheek, a written excuse to spend the day clinging together in a too-small cot, pictures and gifts dangling off the inside of the suit’s padding.
Mechanized cavalry. Mechanized knights. They are different, and at once, the same. Killing machines focused to a fine point—but one is the interpersonal violence of stims, held gently in a metal casket high above the smoke and plasma, and one is personal, fighting with bare hands in cramped tunnels and ruins.
harry dubois would end death note in one episode. he'd be unkillable bc he has no fucking idea what his name is and then he'd go drink driving and accidentally run light over and the killings would mysteriously stop
Harry: Kim, what's following that kid?
Kim: ...
Harry: What?
Kim: What are you talking about?
Inland Empire [80%]
Looks like you're the only one who can see it.
Harry: The... bone monster?
Kim: The bone monster.
Harry: Yes. The bone monster.
THE BONE MONSTER - As you approach it grins, watching you watching it.
THE BONE MONSTER'S KID - "Good morning officers."
YOU - Continue looking at the bone monster.
THE BONE MONSTER - It tilts its head to the side quizzically at you.
YOU - Tilt your head in response.
THE BONE MONSTER - It begins leering over you, grinning even harder.
THE BONE MONSTER'S KID - The kid turns towards you.
PERCEPTION [LEGENDARY: SUCCESS] - For a moment he looked at the bone monster, and then to you.
THE BONE MONSTER'S KID - "Is there a problem, officers?"
KIM - "You will have to forgive my partner, he has quite an active imagination."
THE BONE MONSTER - "You hear that? I'm just a part of your imagination."
INLAND EMPIRE - I don't think he's a part of your imagination.
This man... He can see Ryuk? But how? The only explanation is that he touched my Death Note, but I've had it with me all day! Did he sneak into my room last night while I was asleep? But, all my security measures were intact... And he seems confused, is he putting on an act? Let me see if I can...
"Pardon me officer, I don't think I caught your name?"
"Uh, well that's the thing, I, uh, don't actually remember it at the moment."
Damn him! He knows I need a name to kill, and now he's taunting me! He can see Ryuk, too, so one wrong move could end me! I might have to make the eye deal at this point...
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LOGIC [Medium, failure]: This bone monster is obviously Kira. You are fucked.
Try to make Kim see the bone monster. [Suggestion, Legendary]
Attempt to arrest the bone monster.
Put yourself between the bone monster and Light.
Ask Light for some money.
Try to play it off as a joke and leave quickly. [Composure, Formidable]
> Attempt to arrest the bone monster
PERCEPTION [EASY: FAILURE] - You can't tell what gender it is.
YOU - "Excuse me, sir-- or, uh, madam?-- Bone... person..."
THE BONE MONSTER - It laughs, a deep, gutteral sound, like air escaping from the lungs of a corpse. As its jaw moves, you can see rows upon rows of sharp teeth inside its gaping maw.
COMPOSURE [CHALLENGING: SUCCESS] - You stand your ground and manage not to freak out.
YOU - "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the police station. You... uh, match the description of a suspect... I think."
THE BONE MONSTER - It lets out a loud, phlegmatic belly laugh. "What are you going to do, arrest me?"
AUTHORITY - Damn right you are. Cuff him.
YOU - "Yes, as a matter of fact, I will. You are under arrest on suspicion of being Kira. Put your hands forward, wrists together."
KIM - "How exactly are you going to handcuff a hallucination, Detective?"
THE BONE MONSTER - It laughs again, like this is the funniest thing in the world, before obediently sticking out its arms.
THE BONE MONSTER'S KID - His eyes go wide and his face goes pale as you place the cuffs on the monster's wrists, before his gaze darts to Kim.
KIM - He is staring at the cuffs. He looks bewildered. "Are those handcuffs... floating?"
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Shit! Ryuk, why did you have to comply?! Is this a game to you? No matter... They still don't realize that I'm Kira, not Ryuk. All I have to do is stay calm and act surprised. I'm sure Ryuk can just escape later, once he gets bored. And this other cop obviously can't see him, so it seems it's only the first one who has touched a Death Note... I just need to make it seem that he's the only one who can see Shinigami. Then I'll seem innocent, and he'll be the suspicious one!
"How did you do that? Is it some kind of magic trick?"
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SHIVERS [Heroic, Success]: As intimidating as it looks, the bone monster isn't the real threat.
Deduce who the real Kira is [Logic, Godly]
Ask Light what he knows about the bone monster.
Tell Kim I-told-you-so.
Convince Light you are a sorcerer [Drama, Impossible]
Ask Light if he has any cigarettes.
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theres a lot of fucked up emojis in my work slack but this might be the worst one
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I've been curious about this for awhile now, and with a re-surge of the "hey you know you tumblr doesn't have an algorithm and you need to reblog things here if you want to see more of stuff and/or support creators" posts I think I'll finally make a poll to test a theory, Which is that: 1) Where you came from before tumblr has a heavy influence on if you reblog posts or not and 2) That the decline in reblogs has come from a influx of users from other social media over the recent years who were conditioned to interact with 'content' in a "more passive consumption, less community-interaction" way. So, whether you reblog posts or not- I want to know where you came from before tumblr
[Clarification: For the purposes of this poll, "do reblog" refers to if you often reblog the posts that you enjoy. This doesn't mean that you reblog every single post that comes on your dash- just that you reblog posts more than you hit the Like button and/or you regularly also reblog posts that you hit the Like button for. If you rarely reblog (i.e: you exclusively hit the Like button on more posts than you reblog, and/or have an empty blog), then please choose "don't reblog"]
Do you reblog and where did you come from before Tumblr?
don't reblog- came from instagram
do reblog - came from instagram
don't reblog - came from twitter
do reblog - came from twitter
don't reblog - came from reddit
do reblog - came from reddit
don't reblog - I came from somewhere else
do reblog - I came from somewhere else
don't reblog - I've been here forever (2013 or before)
do reblog - I've been here forever (2013 or before)
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Also, obligatory, "Please reblog for larger sample size" Because: science
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your dad is cool and I hope your aunt goes to therapy snd/or dies
Occasionally forget people genuinely think capitalism is thousands of years old
One time I was talking about Robin Hood with some coworkers and one guy was like “he was bad because the people he helped learned to expect handouts” and I wanted to be like… okay can you explain how that flawed capitalist propaganda applies to feudalism
reminder that capitalism was literally invented in the 16th century
That’s an exaggeration. What was invented in the 16th century was mercantilism. Capitalism really dates for the beginning of the nineteenth century, with the rise of industry and cash crops over artisans and merchants. Vulture capitalism, with the notion that companies have no duties other than generating profit, is even younger.
Capitalism is only 200 years old and I have to say, they have not been an impressive 200 years
I think a lot of this comes from the fact that most people don’t know the formal definition of capitalism. We all know the word, we’ve all seen the jokes, but very few people bother to actually define it unless they’re talking about political theory and philosophy, so it’s easy to end up with the impression that Capitalism = Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services.
Capitalism is the economic system where most of the means of production (i.e. everything people need to have to make the stuff that everyone wants) are owned by private individuals or corporations, who then hire people to provide the labor necessary to produce things, with the intent of selling the output at a profit. It’s the difference between “you’re a carpenter and you make a chair and you sell it” and “you’re Richard Q. Richington who owns a chair factory, and you pay people to sell the chairs you paid other people to make and then all the excess money goes back to you.” There have been Richard Q. Richingtons on and off throughout history, but that being the norm for every single industry is a pretty recent development.
I hate when a mech pilot (me, a trans woman) is forcibly pulled from the front lines of an important mission (trying to S rank every AC6 Sortie) by my handler (no metaphor) and told to leave the cockpit (my desk chair) to restock on nutrients (get water)

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There was a reviewer or commenter who said "I always keep track of how many mistakes the protagonist makes and after three, I stop reading the story and never look back".
I think about that person pretty frequently. We read for our own enjoyment, and therefore there's no wrong way to read a book so long as you're enjoying yourself, but ... maybe I don't actually believe that. Maybe there are wrong ways to read a book, and this guy found one.