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thinking about things

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

hey kiddos just want to point out super quick that the intentional vagueness of the current use of “queer” is a real convenient way to obfuscate whether or not someone is ACTUALLY lgbt and that’s not an accident

also trans women are women full stop, so all y'all terfs can leave this post alone probably

okay, so can we talk about the opening to BvS for a quick second?

I just want to point out all of the amazing parts to this scene: Bruce hopping off the helicopter in loafers before it’s even on the ground, his fear that’ll he’ll be too late, the awesome driving skills. The potential robins in like, every other shot. 

But what really gets me, every fucking time, are the 9/11 vibes. Most of us remember at least something about that day in the US, or definitely saw videos in school. Remember the clouds of dust, the collapsing buildings with thousands of people sprinting in front of them?

Hans Zimmer did an AMAZING fucking job with this score, because it pulled at every heartstring. When Jack is praying, the music slows down, and it feels so hopeless. 

Then Bruce starts running, once again in loafers, towards the building that’s actively collapsing. The music speeds up, the choral sections growing louder as he barrels towards the dust cloud, and then–

he hits the cloud, and everything goes white. It was timed absolutely perfectly. The thing that gets me is, Bruce never stops running. He puts his hands up and fucking sprints into the cloud, pretending like, somehow, one man could stop a building from collapsing, and if he only got close enough, it would be enough to save his employees, and his company. To save Jack. 

This scene messes with me for so many reasons. I think I almost panicked in the theaters when I watched it for the first time. I knew, then and there, that Ben Affleck’s Batman was going to be my favorite. 

didn’t see anything on the Coppermind about this so just gonna. point this out real quick. spoiler warning for Secret History and Way of Kings; emphasis added.

“A large yellow gemstone the size of Kelsier’s fist shone in the center, glowering even more brightly than the walls. That gem was surrounded by a lattice of golden metal holding it in place. All told, it was the size of a desk clock.”

-Secret History, about the ‘device’ engaged to detect Threnodites

“She hurried back to the tripod with the fabrial’s box. She slid off the wooden top and removed the large heliodor inside. The pale yellow gemstone, at least two inches in diameter, was fixed inside a metal framework. It glowed gently, not as bright as one might expect of such a sizable gem.

She set it in the tripod, then spun a few of the dials underneath, setting the fabrial to the people in the caravan. Then she pulled a stool from the wagon and sat down to watch. She’d been astonished at what Vstim had paid for the device—one of the new, recently invented types that would give warning if people approached. Was it really so important?

She sat back, looking up at the gemstone, watching to see if it grew brighter.”

-Way of Kings; Rysn, talking about Vstim’s new fabrial

I can’t stop thinking about what must have happened in the fight between Hanzo and Genji. More specifically, I can’t stop thinking about how obscenely, totally one-sided it must have been.

Like, we know that Genji was at the brink of death afterwards and Hanzo walked away, but it’s more than that. 

Genji’s body was absolutely destroyed. His limbs are all prosthetic. His face is covered in scars. He mentions how he can no longer eat regular food in one of his voice lines. We only see his eyes when he removes his mask in the Dragons short, but even with the mask removed, there’s still metal visible on much of the lower half of his face, which might imply that he needed portions of his skull/jaw replaced as well. 

And then there’s Hanzo–who doesn’t have so much as a single visible scar. And if he does have scars, they’re certainly not anywhere on his body where you’d expect to see them if someone had tried to kill you, like his head, neck, and chest. I’m also working under the assumption that he doesn’t have prosthetic legs and just wears futuristic boots, based on the fact that his pants are tucked into them, they go over his knee but possess a normal, organic joint at the back, and his ‘ick’ reaction to finding out that so much of Genji’s body is now robotic. 

Like, Hanzo walked away from their fight completely unscathed, but Genji was mutilated. Mutilated, but not killed–which probably means Hanzo wasn’t just carrying it out like a normal assassination, quick and to the point. He was angry. It wasn’t enough just to kill himhe wanted to make Genji suffer for what (in Hanzo’s mind) he was making him do. He might have even deliberately made it so Genji’s death would be long and drawn out–something which ultimately allowed time to save him.

And Genji, in turn, barely fought back. In fact, he probably only made attempts to defend himself. The chipped sword is likely a direct result of that, since swords are not generally designed to block one another and are meant to simply cut through flesh. The aim is to kill your opponent fast, or at least hurt them enough to incapacitate them. As a trained assassin, Genji would have known that as well as anyone. But if you can’t (or won’t) do that, and you’re not fast enough to outright avoid a hit (Hanzo was a better swordsman, after all), then you block–and that’s what Genji did. He didn’t want to die–but more than that, he didn’t want to kill Hanzo. Didn’t want to hurt him at all. Was more content to let himself get chopped practically to pieces than to raise his sword against his brother.

That’s probably what motivated Hanzo’s guilt, as much as anything. If he’d given his brother an easy death–made it an honorable kill–he probably would have returned to his life as the heir feeling saddened but justified. But he fought Genji with the intent to crush him, to stomp him out like a cigarette butt, and Genji hardly did anything to stop it. He simply could not bring himself to fight back with everything he was capable of–not when he loved Hanzo so much. It’s no wonder Hanzo could barely live with himself afterwards. He had done such a monstrous, unforgivable thing to the only family he had left after the death of their father. And why? For what? 

So, realizing what the Shimada Clan was doing to him–what he would turn into if he stayed with them–he left. But, I’m sure he knows as well as any that that doesn’t quite erase what he did. Which may be part of why he reacts so angrily towards Genji when they reunite. 

Genji’s been alive all this time, and yet he never came for Hanzo. He could have settled the score, but instead he went after the Shimada clan itself, the ones who put him and his brother at odds to begin with, who made it so they had to fight. And there’s Hanzo, realizing all this and being so upset about it. Because after everything Hanzo has done to atone on his own, it’s Genji once again who forgives him. It’s Genji once again who loves him more–would probably have loved him just the same even if he hadn’t spent the last 10 years trying to make things right. And that must have been so frustrating for Hanzo to know that he’d abandoned everything, done so much to make things up to someone who never, ever even blamed him. All this time, he’s been carrying a burden which he inflicted upon himself. And once again, he has to ask himself, why? For what?

But by the end of Dragons, when he lays down his bow and returns to pray at the little shrine he’s made, he finally figures it out: for Genji.

Joeck Has Arrived!

“Oh, look who’s finally arrived,” Conor rolled his eyes as the familiar laughter carried over from the front door and to the room the rest of the boys were all currently sat in.

“They’re only…” Josh glanced at the clock quickly, “Half an hour late.”

“Not bad for them.” Caspar added, letting his phone fall into his lap as Joe and Jack walk into the room.

“Sorry,” Joe started, looking sheepish, “Lunch took longer than we thought.”

“Well worth it though,” Jack grinned, letting himself fall onto the couch beside Conor, who shoved him over.

“It’s fine, just about time Joeck finally arrived.” Oli teased, the rest of the boys laughing.

Joe and Jack exchanged a confused glance as the older man sat on the couch beside Jack.

“What does that mean?” Joe asked once the group had settled down, smacking Jack’s hand away when he poked him lightly in the side.

“It means that.” Josh gestured to the two of them, but the two just exchanged another confused look.

“You aren’t making any sense.” Jack shook his head, tossing his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers lightly playing with Joe’s hair when he leaned back.

“Wait, you two honestly don’t know what Joeck is?” Conor looked over at his brother.

“What the fuck is Joeck?!” The younger Maynard exclaimed while Joe shrugged.

“Really?” Caspar gaped, his eyes darting between the two guys sat closely together. “Like, honestly, no idea?”

“Caspar, stop being weird,” Joe snapped, “Clearly we don’t know. So can someone please explain!”

“It’s like Jaspar.” The blonde replied, and at the blank look Joe and Jack sent back, he sighed, crossing his legs as he sat forward, staring up at them from the floor, “Obviously you know what Jaspar is.”

“Yeah, people thought you and Joe were dating or whatever.” Jack answered, an off tone in his voice.

“Which we never were,” Joe was quick to point out, smiling over at Jack, “Just good friends.”

“How do they not see it…” Josh mumbled to himself.

Anyways,” Caspar drew the attention back to himself, “It’s basically the same but instead of Joe and I, it’s you, Jack, and Joe.”

“People think we’re dating?” Joe blinked over at his former roommate, who nodded quickly, “But…why?”

“Seriously?!” Oli burst out, “Even we forget you two aren’t dating some times!”

“I’m still lost,” Jack groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch, “Can someone please just put it in simple terms?”

“You and Joe act like a married couple at times.” Conor told his younger brother, smirking when his head snapped up.

“We do not!”

“Bro, look at how you two are sitting right now,” Conor waved towards them. Joe and Jack both turned their attention to how they were sitting, noticing that their sides were pressed together, and Jack’s arm was practically around Joe’s shoulders.

Blushing, the older man shuffled away a bit as Jack retracted his arm.

“And besides that, you two are constantly on lunch dates,” Josh added, ignoring the squeak of protest from Joe, “You literally fall asleep on the couch together.”

“Constantly hanging out with each other.” Oli continued, “And if you aren’t together, you’re texting or snap chatting one another.”

“And you two get jealous when someone else is flirting with the other.” Caspar supplied helpfully.

“What?! No we don’t!” Jack flushed, staring down at his lap.

“Not just flirting, actually,” Conor said casually, “If anyone steals one of your attention for too long, the other gets all pouty and shit. It’s adorable, really.”

“Are you done?” Jack snapped over at his older brother.

“Do you understand what Joeck is now?”


“Then yes, we’re done.” Conor smiled.

“But…we aren’t actually dating.” Joe said weakly, his own cheeks a bright red. “We’re just good friends.”

“Well, yeah, we get that.” Josh shrugged, “And it’s never bothered us that you two have always been close. We thought you were aware of it though.”

“Clearly not,” Caspar laughed at the two blushing boys, “It doesn’t change anything, not with all of us. So don’t let it change things between you two.”

“Yeah, it’s just who you guys are. Joe and Jack. Joeck.” Oli finished, smiling over at the them.

“Can we just watch a movie already?” Jack mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Sure,” Josh reached for the remote, starting up the movie.

The boys were worried that perhaps they had shifted things in Joe and Jack’s relationship, pointing out how close the two were, but their worries disappeared when by the time the first movie came to an end, the two were already close together once again, talking and giggling quietly.

Joeck was still Joeck.

Phil and bisexuality

As far as I know—and phan history experts please correct me if I’m wrong—the last time Phil publicly declared his sexual orientation, he said he was bisexual, but this was on MySpace or Formspring or something, back in the 2009 era. And then he hasn’t said anything publicly about the issue since. He hasn’t even hinted, as far as I’ve been able to tell, except for a few fairly brief and generic references to a male person being attractive.

And then, out of nowhere, in today’s gaming video, we see him do two things that seem to more openly address sexual orientation (and bisexuality specifically) than he has in ages.

First, he coyly, and with no apparent embarrassment, invites Dan to engage his male roleplaying character (Alex) in a threesome with a female angel and her boyfriend (a situation which Phil himself had programmed into the game at age 14), giggling with glee at Dan’s reaction but (again) with no apparent shame or embarrassment. (The only thing he seems even a bit embarrassed about is the cheesy fade to black, which he explains by saying, “I was 14!”) When Dan, in shock, proclaims afterward that his character just had a threesome with an angel, Phil is quick to point out, “An angel and her boyfriend,” because he wouldn’t want us to forget the other guy in the scenario. And then he just calmly (and kind of proudly?) states, “Alex is a changed man.”

Then, a bit later, after Alex meets his friend Emily’s brother Jake in the game, Phil ponders—absolutely out of nowhere—”If this game was released, do you think people would ship Alex with Jake or Emily?” Um … huh? Jake had been given almost no characterization (or interaction with Alex) except that he was protective of his sister … but Phil is just spontaneously wondering whether people would ship it? Doesn’t this kind of imply that he, as a default, sees Jake and Emily as equal romantic options for Alex, regardless of context?

So … Phil didn’t wave any rainbow flags in the video, didn’t make any grand pronouncements, but … he seemed pretty darn bi-friendly. I hate to make any assumptions based on that fact, because I personally am straight, and I would hope that I too would as a matter-of-course consider same- and opposite-sex relationships equally valid in this context. Considering all sexual orientations to be equally acceptable doesn’t mean anything about your own sexual orientation—it just means you’re a decent human being.

But Phil has been so silent on the entire topic of sexual orientation for so long that it just strikes me as an abrupt glimpse into his thoughts on the issue. And it seems suggestive, though obviously not conclusive, regarding his own sexuality. He has endured years of rampant and invasive speculation about his sexual orientation and has always assiduously avoided addressing the rumors, so behaving in the calm, matter-of-fact way he did in this video shows courage, regardless of his sexual orientation.

Avenging Angel: Part 20

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1510

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15Part 16Part 17Part 18 – Part 19

You signed your fake name with a flourish and slid the key off the grimy counter.

“Your unit is just down that way. The truck should be able to back up so you can unload your stuff.” The teenage boy behind the counter pointed past the first few rows of storage units boredly. As soon as you started walking away, he sat back, kicked his feet up on the counter, and pulled out his phone.

Maybe it was all of the research that you’d been sifting through for the past few weeks that made you paranoid, but you felt eyes on you each time you went into your father’s unit. So rather than powering through and trying to convince yourself that you were safe, you decided to get your own storage unit. You packed the boxes full of notebooks and loose pages and your father’s science paraphernalia, and headed a few towns over.

The new storage unit was larger than your father’s had been. As you unloaded the boxes, you mentally started organizing the space. Once you returned the U-Haul truck, you headed to the store. A cot, a sleeping bag, and mini-fridge later and you were set to camp out in the unit. It was probably safer if you weren’t seen coming and going all the time.

As soon as you were locked in, it was like you could breathe normally again. This space felt much safer.

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All-Class Band Headcanon

Just pointing this out real quick, I mean a school band so you don’t get confused.

Here are what instruments I think the mercs would play in a band!

Scout: Flute or snare drum

Soldier: Trombone, Tuba, Baritone, generally anything with a mouthpiece.

Pyro: Xylophone, Bells, Windchimes, and other Percussion addons

Demo: Timpani drums or possibly bass clarinet.

Engineer: Clarinet (he’d be one of those people that was pulled into the band by a friend.)

Heavy: Tuba or Bass Drum. (Or if he’s up for the challenge, hyper bass clarinet)

Sniper: All the saxes. Alto Saxophone, Tenner Saxophone, and Barry Saxophone.

Medic: Enrolled in strings program instead of band. Too bad. He’d miss all the sacrifices too…

Spy: Trumpet. (Lemme guess. You were thinking French horn, weren’t you? Don’t say you weren’t.)

Headcanon by: Zuendzie :D


I just want to point out real quick how much I appreciate how the character designs on Rua and Ruka are done. no prominent blush or long eyelashes or redder lips or what have you on Ruka to make it clear she’s a girl, which is what most shows would do. aside from a slightly different color scheme and the fact that they wear their hair up in different ways, they’re identical, but the audience is always able to tell them apart on account of their distinctly different personalities and mannerisms.


Can I just real quick point out this?

I’ve been seeing a good amount of tumblrinas in the gency tag attempting to debunk the fact that Mercy had no part in building Genjis cyborg body.

I mean as head of the medicial field of Overwatch and her expertise on nanobiology, I don’t see how she’s not a part of it.

I can understand the idea that there were multiple scientists aiding her and it was not just her work alone the same way as doctors have their nurses.

I’m pretty sure Blizzard has updated everyone’s backstory on their website ever since the uprising event so I encourage you all to go on it and read up on all your favorite characters.

On a side note,what did Hanzo do to Genji that was so bad he had to get an entire new body? (Not hating on hanzo though,just curiousity.)

(tfw you’re suffering art block and end up with a really confused drawing of your muse. :/)

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I’ve posted about it before but I wanted to put another push out there for the show Underground. 

Every time I don’t think it can get better it does. 

Originally posted by dailyunderground

Harriet Tubman played by Aisha Hinds did an episode the week before last that was just her speaking to a mostly white audience. It was incredibly powerful. She was as commanding as I imagine the real Harriet Tubman was. 
I thought I’d just put out a quick quote that was very pointed and applicable to our times:
“Beat back those who are trying to kill everything good and right in the world and call it ‘making it great again.’ We can’t afford to be just citizens in a time of war. That’d be surrender. That’d be giving up our future and our souls. Ain’t nobody get to sit this one out, you hear me?”

Go watch the show! 

Answers to some Infinity Train Questions


I didn’t. I had to look up what that acronym stood for. Glowing things in or on people’s hands are a very old sci-fi and fantasy concept. I would say it was more inspired by Logan’s Run than anything else.


Thanks! Before I was born, my mom and dad used to watch Doctor Who together. Eventually, their schedules made it so they couldn’t do that, so my dad recorded all the episodes of Doctor Who that they couldn’t watch when they aired. I found all these tapes when I was like 4 and the handwriting on the labels of “Dr. Who” was, I’m pretty sure, one of the earliest things I learned to read. Tom Baker was my first Doctor. I used to watch the show all the time. My neighborhood friends thought I was crazy. I remember hammering a bottle cap into a piece of wood and saying I’d invented something and I was the doctor and my friends would say “What do you mean?” and I’d say “No! You’re supposed to say ‘Doctor who?’ and then I say ‘yes!’”

They didn’t get it.

I wanted to get that feeling of adventure and mystery that I felt then (though I didn’t come up with this idea until 2010). Also, I got super SUPER into Myst as a kid and other point and click adventure games. I remember one of the earliest kind of mysterious games I played when I was 5 was called Countdown. It’s a DOS game about a guy in a prison and you’re trying escape, so you search your cell and you solve various puzzles. However, if you get caught, you get a lobotomy, which my parents then had to explain the concept of to me.

So Infinity Train is just all of that stuff.

Something I just wanna point out quick: I’ve noticed a lot of people seem to assume that I was heavily affected by anime as a kid, and I was, but only in that I HATED anime. All the anime stuff I’ve done in Regular Show was based on research (given to me by @tobyjones). My sister liked anime when we were kids, and we would argue about it constantly. When we got home from school, she would want to watch Dragon Ball Z and I would want to watch Twilight Zone or Sliders. I didn’t learn to even start considering anime as a valid idea until mid-late college. I’m fine now, but it’s not where my biggest, deepest influences come from.


Thanks! And wow yeah, that face stealer is cool looking. I’ve seen people mention the face stealer and also people saying it’s inspired from no face from Spirited Away.

The Steward is actually based on a song. I thought of the steward while I was driving through Yosemite a few years ago. I had just bought OK Cowboy by Vitalic and I was blasting it while driving through the mountains. The steward was the face/robot I thought of when the song My Friend Dario popped up. I imagined her rising from the ground, nodding her head to the beat, and then when the guitar comes in, that’s when she starts shooting like crazy. I wasn’t sure what she was shooting at, just that she was shooting stuff. I thought it could be cool (in my very early ideas of what infinity train might be) if she was terrorizing some small band of villagers and someone had to go confront it. This song inspiration is also why she has a sound effect that’s like a chugging, but constant electronic beat.

I would say, design wise, she’s most influenced by the couple’s mask from Majora’s Mask mixed with @hypnothalamus‘s work. I had just discovered Lucian Stanculescu and fallen in love with his art, so it was permeating my mind at the time. When I finally thought of the corgi scenario, I realized she was the perfect monster for it. She looks so different than anything we’d seen in the world so far, that the contrast would make her feel shocking and a little scary.

Here are the two original Steward drawings I drew in a tent cabin in June 2013. She wasn’t even named Steward at this point:

As always, thanks for watching the pilot and for your continued support of Infinity Train! We’re inching ever closer to a million views!


Theory of Overprotective Canines

Guys, I’ll admit that I was getting a little antsy only doing these short fluffy one-shots. So, instead, I present a 12k, College!fic full of pining, growling, AND, my favorite, fullwolf!Derek.

 Still, technically, this is for the Not Quite Normal OTP Challenge and the attempted mind meld challenge with andavs! (It sorta worked this time!! if you allow it to!)

 4. First Night in their First Apartment 

(I know it doesn’t really fit at all. Hush, I made the challnege. I can do what I want.)


“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is the low rumble that Stiles has long since gotten used to. It also sounds vaguely disapproving. Stiles is pretty used to that too.

“I know, I know,” Stiles replies putting up a hand before Derek can finish. “I said that there would be an elevator, but I thought there was! How was I to know it’s been broken since the 80s?”

Which is unfortunate since he is on the fourth floor and they have to bring up all his stuff, but he doesn’t have that much stuff. And Scott and Derek are werewolves so, really, they should not be complaining.

“You cannot live here,” Derek continues, as if Stiles hadn’t spoken.

Stiles blinks.

“Why not?” Behind Derek, Scott is looking around as well. His face also seems to be a bit pinched. “Is there something supernatural? Oh my god, I can’t believe my luck with these things!”

“No,” Derek says. “No, not supernatural but this is… Stiles, this is a terrible part of town.”

Scott nods. Stiles frowns.


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