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that little firework shaped splatter of mercury charms me sooo muuch. i thought it was a scar until i realised it gets wiped off later on but IM STUBBOORN it becomes a scar to me. rocky needs scars too step aside grace

YEAH!!!! YEAHH YEAAH!!! i. ok its hard to see in some shots i kind of thought i imagined it but NO IT IS THERE

I was told by my professors that Kitty Genovese was a 28-year-old unmarried woman who was attacked, raped, and brutally murdered on her way home from her shift as manager of a bar. I was told that numerous people witnessed the attack and her cries for help but didn’t do anything because they “assumed someone else would”. Nobody intervened until it was too late. 

What I was not told was that Kitty Genovese was a lesbian who lived more or less openly with her partner in the Upper West Side and managed a gay bar. 

Now… is it likely that people overheard Kitty’s cries for help and ignored them because they thought someone else would deal with it? Or, perhaps, did they ignore her because they knew she was a lesbian and just didn’t care?

Maybe that’s not the case. Maybe it was just a random attack. Maybe her neighbours didn’t know she was gay, or didn’t care.

But it’s a huge chunk of information to leave out about her in a supposedly scientific study of events, since her sexuality made her much more vulnerable to violent crimes than the average person. And it’s a dishonour to her memory.

RIP Kitty Genovese. Society may only remember you for how you died, but I will remember you for who who were.

One shouted out his window for the attacker to leave her alone, which did successfully scare the man off temporarily.

Another called the police but, seeing her still on her feet, said only that there had been a fight but the woman seemed to be okay.

And when Kitty Genovese was finally attacked in a vestibule where she couldn’t be seen from outside, Karl Ross, a neighbor, saw what was happening but was too frightened himself to go to her rescue–so he started calling other neighbors to ask what he should do. Eventually one of them told him to call the police, which he did, and the woman he called, Sophie Farrar, rushed out to help Kitty even though she didn’t know whether the attacker was gone.

Kitty Genovese died in the arms of a neighbor who tired to help and comfort her while they waited for the police and ambulance to arrive. Kitty was in fact still alive, although mortally wounded, when the ambulance reached the scene.

The man who saw the final stabbing? Who panicked and called other neighbors first instead of the police? The man who said, infamously, that he “didn’t want to get involved” because he was reluctant to turn to the police for help? He was thought to be gay himself. He was a friend of Kitty and Mary Ann’s. After being interviewed by the police he took a bottle of vodka to Mary Ann and sat with her, trying to comfort her.

So, no. I don’t think the evidence indicates that Kitty Genovese’s neighbors let her die because she was a lesbian, because Kitty Genovese’s neighbors tried to help.

See also: Debunking the Myth of Kitty Genovese (The New York Post)

A Call for Help (The New Yorker)

At the time, the NYPD was coming under quite a bit of criticism about rising crime rates and the seeming ineffectiveness of the police’s response to the problem. In the Kitty Genovese case, even though people did in fact call the police, it took about an hour for them to show up and the first detectives didn’t arrive until three hours later (at which point they mostly spent their time interrogating Kitty’s girlfriend about their relationship, because for “some reason” they considered her to be the most likely suspect for the murder. In fact, the police wouldn’t catch the actual killer until six days later when he was picked up for having a stolen TV in the trunk of his car, at which point he admitted to having committed a total of three murders). It’s not an accident that one of the things to come out of the Genovese case was the establishment of the 9-1-1 system, because at the time that the attack happened, you had to call the specific number of a particular police precinct and it was up to the duty sergeant on the desk to take action - which was usually to send someone out from the precinct to the address reported, because cops on foot patrol wouldn’t be outfitted with two-way radios for several years. It’s more than a little convenient that at a time when the NYPD is coming in for public scrutiny about its ability to do the basic job of responding to reports of crimes in a timely fashion, the Police Commissioner happens to hand the City Editor of the city’s most prominent newspaper a story which puts the blame for the slow response on the apathy and inaction of New Yorkers, neatly absolving the NYPD for its ridiculously poor performance in this case in particular and its response to the rise in crime in general. 

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If you think about it, Grace is basically a walking eridian stimboard and Rocky has isolation and culture barrier induced autism.

Rocky grows facinated by the literal THOUSANDS of feet of surface area he discovers hidden away inside Grace. Its all alive and squirming and squelching around in there ALL THE TIME. An incomprehensible amount of biomass to an eridan whos biology is so efficient in comparison to a humans, with so many systems working in ways so complex and contradictory that Rocky failed to even begin to comprehend the conditons for human evolution.

To hear deeper takes concentration like a maze or a puzzle, and it mesmerizes Rocky like cheap toddler entertainment, all the simultaneous functions providing endless stimulating feedback.

Its a weak facsimile of the way eridians can hold several conversations at once, but its enough for him, its exactly what he needs.

Grace's constant symphony, though foreign, brings Rocky a deep sense of comfort. The rythm of Graces heartbeat following him around the ship like a white noise machine reminding him hes not alone.

Eventually Rocky cant go a day without enveloping himself in the harmony of Graces busy human body, getting close enough to let his senses wander through the folds and crevices of Graces lungs or escape into the long wandering path of his intestines. Grace obviously enjoys when Rocky innitates hugs like this and hardly shys away from Rockys claws tap, tap, tapping, across his skin with tender precision so Rocky doesnt feel bad indulging in this sudden need for closeness.

To describe Rocky as simply clingy or codependant would be an understatement of cosmic proportions. His sanity now depends on proximity to that wet noisy alien.

Basically, Rockys an i-pad kid and Grace is his 57 part tiktok series, and his service animal, and also probably his soulmate.