a porn blog just liked my horrible histories post and for a split second i was like ‘hell yeah my man likes to learn historical trivia whilst smashin that ass’ til i realised it was cause id tagged it ‘bbc’ RIP
Even in a world of heroes Los Santos is too corrupt for any true good to prosper. The Supers who come to fight the good fight soon fall, retreating from an unwinnable battle, being brutally murdered and made public warning or, worse, plunging fast and hard into the ever growing ranks of villainy that rule the city. And really, is there anything more dangerous than a villain with a cause? A baddie with all the self-entitled righteousness of a former hero, the taste for glory, for public deference, for power.
It’s not like there are rules, no handbook for the Powered to follow, checkboxes for being good vs being evil, no set destiny determining that one must be one or the other but things always seem to play out in the same way. Humans aren’t half as complex as they’d like to believe, all follow the same broad paths sooner or later; the ones who hide themselves away, the ones who take what they want, and the ones who think to stand up and protect their idea of justice.
When the Powered came into the public eye there was fear, jealously, there were calls to register, to lock up the powerful, demands to go to any extreme to ensure the protection of the Non-powered. Not all Powers are equal, for every terrifyingly notable gift there are dozens of negligible abilities, little more than party tricks or cosmetic changes, but most Non-powered didn’t care to see the difference. The lack of rhyme or reason scared them, the fact that unknown powers may have manifested in anyone from a childhood friend to a nephew, a nun to a super-max criminal, newfound supremacy with no regard for class or wealth. Many of the Powered were talented beyond belief, some stronger than anyone could deem reasonable, but the Non-powered would always have numbers and the ever reliable quality of hating anyone who was different.
Overall it was handled poorly, even in areas not screaming for imprisonment or execution, places where Powers were seen as gifts, amazing and awe-inspiring, society simply lacked adequate infrastructure to support so many new abilities. Prison cells were no longer adequately applicable to all people, some were now immune to necessary medicines, the limits of human weight and strength had gone out the window and airspace no longer belonged solely to machines. Worse though was the fact that there was nothing in place to protect the Powered from the hateful masses, nothing to help identify and channel the newly Powered into appropriate support and education programs, nothing to mitigate the growing tensions and unease. And, yes, nothing at all which could combat the inevitable pushback, fight off the onslaught of Powered coming for law-enforcement and society alike, not just actual criminals but also mismanaged children and the inescapable furious retribution from regular Powered when it all goes wrong.
It was a dark time, Powered persecuted without cause or mercy and Non-Powered constantly looking over their shoulders lest they be the target of rebel vengeance, a world-wide uproar which eventually gave rise to the Supers. Because there were of course Powered who believed in justice, who wanted to help, who stood up to stand up against their own kind when things got dire and led the charge to bring peace and understanding between Powered and Non.
So things eventually settle, an uneasy truce, but there will always be those who use their Powers for their own benefits, society be damned, just as there will always be the do-gooders using their Powers to police how others behave. It of course takes the general public no time at all to start referring to them as Heroes and Villains, the comparison too close to ignore despite the general lack of spandex, but there was never going to be such a clean division.
Clearly those who think it’s simply black or white have never had to define the Powered who were scouted for shady corporations or government wet work, never had to draw the line between political or military ‘heroes’ and vigilante ‘villains’. Clearly those people had never been to Los Santos, where the heroes could be just as bad, could be far, far worse, than the villains had any hope of being.
It’s all well and good for the villains in Los Santos, at least a while - better to have the heroes get on board than have them chasing you down and ruining your every plan - but it’s getting a bit crowded to be honest. It’s hard to stretch your wings as a bad guy when there’s no one left to push back against, when on every job you trip over half a dozen bozos running their own gigs. When the levels of depravity some of these assholes stoop to start giving all the regular villains a bad name.
So, something has to be done, and if the good guys can’t hack it, the bad guys are going to have to. Or at least that’s how Ramsey sells it when he’s dragging a pack of semi-reluctant crooks together, cherry picking powers and personalities to build what will be an undeniably formidable crew so long as he can get them all onside. Considering Geoff’s gift of telepathy and thought implantation, limited though it may be, getting everyone to sign up and play nice with one another isn’t quite as difficult as one would expect.
Some of his choices are crooks he’s already worked with, Powers tried and tested, those who Geoff trusts more than anyone else on earth. Most notably of these are his ever faithful right hand, Jack, who manipulates wind and weather, and the ineffable Lindsay with her flaming wings. Then there’s Matt Bragg’s technological genius, Trevor’s ability to defy notice and walk unseen, Steffie’s unearthly level of multi-tasking and information analysis, and the host of loyal Powered friends they bring to the table.
Even the ringers who Geoff’s not actually trialled have been vigorously investigated, carefully selected from the hundreds of possible Powered criminals in Los Santos. He’d built up some rapport with the foreigner, Free, who’s been running with two other Powered, a little crew he won’t leave behind, not that Geoff actually wants him to. He was after Gavin’s power, inherent luck and the manipulation of probabilities an indispensable quality in his endeavour, but he’d be a fool not to snatch up Gavin’s friends while he’s at it. Jones with his control of heat, of fire and ice, and Dooley’s ability to change his own density at will makes the pair near indomitable in a fight, an unquestionably powerful duo to have in your corner. And last, but by no means least, was the terrible Vagabond, the corrupted healer who takes people apart from the inside out, a living nightmare even in Los Santos. Ryan was by far the hardest to win over to the cause, but once he’s in Geoff knows they’re golden.
It’s quite a line-up but even with that security there is no scattergun approach, Geoff’s done his homework, has villains and ex-heroes categorised by the danger their powers pose and the difficulty in taking them down. The first few jobs are so quick and ruthless the targets have no time to see them coming, to prepare proper defences, no chance to combat the array of abilities they’re faced with. From there word gets out, but while they lose the element of surprise they’re still in the unique position of being united; it’s so rare for those who are Powered to truly combine forces, rarer still in a group of more than two or three, and without any backstabbing or infighting Ramsey’s collection have found themselves to be near unstoppable.
Between them they have the best plans, horrifyingly efficient fighters, have infiltration, manipulation and extermination completely covered. Hell they even have a preternaturally skilful wheelman to get them all the hell out of dodge when things take a turn. Perhaps best of all, though, is the fact that to some degree they have the support of the city; law enforcement, struggling Supers and civilians alike, who’ve noticed this new group shaking up the powers that be in the underbelly of the city. Who might not all be actively helping but certainly aren’t hindering, stepping back and giving Geoff and his people free reign to finally fix up the wicked city.
So for a moment they are beacons, a spot of light pushing back the darkness in Los Santos, persevering where others have been crushed, relentless in their quest to take out the worst elements of the city. It is, of course, difficult to be swayed from the right path when you were never on it in the first place, can’t fall from grace when you never had any to start with. Ramsey’s gang seem invulnerable to the filth and corruption of Los Santos simply because the darkness was in them all along, their goals have never been anything close to altruistic.
Some still believe, see only what they have intentionally been shown, think Ramsey’s crew vigilantes, perhaps too harsh, too violent, but only out of necessity, the strong hand of justice the depraved city of sin has been crying out for. They think the attacks will cease once the city has been cleansed, cheer on their counterfeit champions right up until the moment they finally realise that they’ve been played, that Ramsey and his gang of reprobates will never be the good guys.
Because no matter what the idealists would like to believe, no matter what other crooks might sneer and spit, no one who’s paying attention could truly think Ramsey’s crew had gone light side, not by a long shot. They take down other villains, yes, but not in ways the so called good would approve of, not peacefully, not humanely, not even remotely quick, clean or painless. They take down other villains, sure, but for their own benefit, for their own power and greed, their own amusement. They take down other villains but they don’t spare the cops. They take down other villain’s but they aren’t saving civilians, aren’t restoring peace, they don’t return stolen goods or misappropriated funds, don’t seek to inspire children or bring safety back to the streets.
When all the Powered formidable enough to have half a chance of beating them have been overthrown, Ramsey and his crew are right there to see their plan through. They’ve not been cleaning up Los Santos so much as they’ve been claiming it, taking full control over the city that has been thought for so long to be utterly untameable, all the while ensuring there will be no one left to challenge them. An empire built on fallen bodies, tacitly approved by the masses, a violent take over sold under the guise of justice. And in that they have found a whole new way to be devious, a fresh take on villainy, giving hope to those who’d thought themselves hopeless only to dash it all away again. Those false heroes, those reprehensible Fakes.
I had an idea, and it kinda made sense to me. What if the cops are also immortal? Or maybe not all of them but Key members, and they and the fakes have been doing this dance for centuries. They chased Geoff through the French Revolution, caught Jack a few times Stealing planes in WW1, so on.
Oooh! I actually thought about bringing in immortal cops (would be probably the only way I’d have RT people in the LSPD because I don’t want to kill them oops) but I tend to always consider it as more of a purgatory type situation, all gaining immortality at the same time in the cursed hellscape that is Los Santos. I love your version, with the long term historic kind of fahc immortality, because there are just so many ways it could go.
1. You could go for something really ridiculous and full on, something like immortality itself being stolen in the first place, because humans were never meant to live forever were they? Were never meant to have this kind of power, but where something of great importance exists there will always be people willing to steal it. It’s an object of the Gods, maybe, of the Devils, perhaps, something ancient and terrible, something forgotten and far too tempting to stay that way forever. Not when people like the man who would one day be Geoff Ramsey exist to find and steal it, when the original iteration of Jack Pattillo is around to share it with, not when Ryan, still James, kills them both and takes it only for the dead to track him down and take it back. Not when Gavin has always had sticky fingers, always been a thief, or when any version of Michael would follow him into hell and back, not when Jeremy was always going to jump headfirst into action, touch strange glowing objects first and worry about the ramifications later.
But objects like that don’t stay forgotten forever. Objects like that aren’t left unattended. Others have touched it before, of course, immortal beings who were meant to stand guard, who return to their post to find the object missing. Who comb the earth to track the thieves, playing at law enforcement to avoid detection, avoid even more mortals stumbling across secrets they should not know, but while the criminals are found over and over across history the object is never recovered.
Even when the FAHC settle in one place, choose fight over flight and demand answers to some questions of their own, even when the trackers infiltrate the LSPD and raid every place the Crew owns, even then the object remains hidden. Because immortal beings the pseudo-cops may be but the FAHC are human, at least mostly, in all the ways that count. Human in their creativity, their deviousness, their cruelty. Human in their their unlimited ability to adapt, to learn and conquer, to outwit anything and anyone no matter how old, how timeless. So war is waged right under the nose of society, each side keeping their secrets but neither concerned with collateral damage, a city turned battleground for those who cannot die, the nightmare that is Los Santos.
2. It could be far more simple, where immortals just somehow happen at some point, with no connection to one another, except perhaps some sense that there are others, an odd pull to one another. In the way of humanity throughout history the divide between these immortals is simply human nature, the inclination of some to use their advantages selfishly while others look to protect the greater good.
The Fake’s, of course, are individuals who upon realising their own immortality quickly work out that they are now in a better situation than anyone around them, that they can do just about whatever they want with no real consequences, and go wild with the power. Thieves and mobsters, criminals and cult leaders, notorious names in history and unknown puppeteers - over the years the one-day members of the Fake AH Crew have done it all. They meet up eventually, hundreds of years apart, perhaps temporarily as rivals but overlapping interests and shared ability quickly sees them joining forces. Sees them becoming the most dangerous group history has ever seen. That history keeps on seeing, in many different forms and under many different names over the years but never any less formidable.
The eventual immortal members of the LSPD, who’ve been everything from soldiers to international intelligence to vigilantes themselves were never any less dangerous. There have always been famous detectives, always been soldiers who survived the unsurvivable, law enforcement who’ve gone above and beyond, and like the Fake’s these individuals are eventually drawn together under their shared quest for justice. Imbued as they are with a sense of virtuous purpose, assured their role on earth is to police the corrupted immortals and prevent them from raining hell upon normal people, these officers have long been just as merciless as the criminals they hunt. They’ve dogged the Fake’s wherever they’ve gone for centuries, first individually and now as a group, set up for the long haul in Los Santos, doing their very best to curtail the criminal behaviour and prevent the death of those who will not come back to life. It’s a battle they are all locked into now, a duty for the police, a defiance for the FAHC, bloody and vicious and all kinds of unforgiving, on and on into eternity.
3. For the less serious sort of version of the FAHC - immortal criminals vs immortal justice seekers, still at odds of course, always pitted against one another as the Fake’s fight for selfish gain and power and the cops fight to keep them contained, but maybe it’s all become a bit mundane. Maybe eternity has given them all a bit of perspective, thrown them together for far too long to stay entirely objective, to keep themselves separate. They are all the only immortals any of them know, after all, the only ones stuck in this loop, so maybe they’re on opposite sides but they’d have to talk to one another now and again. Eventually learn more than names, learn like and personalities, not friends, no, but certainly a kind of camaraderie, a familiarity that could almost be fondness in the right light, inevitable after countless lifetimes in each other’s presence. Inevitable when there’s no end in sight, no grand finale, no true winner or loser in this never ending pantomime of life and death.
Sure, no one likes dying, no one enjoys the pain or the inescapable flicker of fear, no one wants to explain away their lack of injury or, when the death is too public, create a whole new identity, but you can only take murder personally for so many centuries. Can only hold onto anger for so long before it becomes a little trivial. A little childish. No matter how much Hollywood loves to romanticise supernatural grudges the reality is far less passionate - do anything on loop for 500 years and the fire is sure to dwindle, the emotions mute, shit gets fucking boring.
The never ending battle wages on, the conflict between two sides that will never see eye-to-eye, and the ever-changing nature of society and technology keeps the fights themselves from growing too stale, but when you run side-by-side with someone for this long there are only so many righteous monologues you can make before you start feeling a little silly. Sometimes you’re going to see Geoff and Jack at a cafe getting breakfast, or Lindsay and Jeremy at the store debating hair dye brands, and you just have to keep walking. Sometimes you’ll sit down next to Michael and Gavin getting drunk at the bar, will see Trevor and Matt filling a shopping trolley with energy drinks and candy bars, spot Ryan wandering around without that ridiculous mask he’s picked up this time around, and just move on.
Because you’re enemies, yes, and tomorrow you’ll be back at war, but today you’ve got a date or tickets to that one movie or haven’t had a coffee yet. Today you’re tired or hungry or just need to talk to someone who isn’t Frank because honestly fuck Frank anyway he’s been hung up on that one ruined shirt for seventy goddamn years, Christ almighty. So you look away, or they look away, or you exchange awkward nods that are perhaps less uncomfortable than they should be, silent acceptance that you’ll pick this fight up another day. Because hey, there will always be another day.
ok take this with a pinch of salt since it’s more notes based on wikipedia articles than anything else, but yeah
Early defenses in publications //1700s - 1800s:
Books and pamphlets were written supporting gay rights often with references to the Ancient Greeks. The earliest recorded example of this, and indeed of any English language defense of homosexuality, is the pamphlet Ancient and Modern Pederasty Investigated and Exemplify’d by Thomas Cannon from 1749. Other examples include Eros: Die Männerliebe der Griechen (Eros: The male love of the Greeks)by Heinrich Hössli in 1838 and John Addington Symond’s A Problem in Greek Ethics from 1873.
Revoultionary France //1790s:
A group put pressure on the Assemblée nationale and were successful in getting homosexuality decriminalised in 1791. This was kept in the Napoleonic Code.
Early Activists //1860s - 1880s:
Karl Heinrich Ulrichs was prolific in his writings on queer issues, and advocated with people in power to decriminalise homosexuality. He also came up with terminology for gay men, lesbians, bisexuals and more around 1862, which pre-date the terms “homosexual” and “heterosexual” by 6 years, when another early acvoate, Karl-Maria Kertbeny, coined those.
Karl Heinrich Ulriches might have been the first person to be publicly out in the way we understand it, as he wrote his essays and books under his own name. Many of his works were banned, and he frequently got in trouble with the law over them. He’s sometimes referred to as the pioneer of the modern LGBT rights movement.
Order of Chaeronea //1890s - ??:
A secret society created by George Cecil Ives in 1897 to promote “The Cause.” The organisation started in England, but spread beyond that. The highest number of members the club had at a time were likely around 200-300, most of whom were men, but there were women among them as well. Oscar Wilde and Bosie most likely counted among some of the first members.
Free Love Movement //1880s - 1920s:
A movement critical of marriage and the state’s involvement in anything pertaning to love and sex, wanted to decriminalise homosexuality, as well as make contraception available, etc. Many of the gay advocates in the late 19th century and early 20th century were aligned with this movement, such as Edward Carpenter who wrote The Intermediate Sex in 1908 and the anarchist feminist Emma Goldman who defended homosexuality in her essays.
The Scientific-Humanitarian Committee and the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft//1890s - 1933:
It was a common view among advocates around the turn of the century that homosexuals were a third, “intermediate,” gender, and many of these advocates wanted to understand homosexuality through science.
One such advocate, Magnus Hirschfeld formed the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee in 1897 to fight Pragraph 175, the law banning male homosexuality in Germany. Around 1910 the German goverment tried to expand Paragraph 175 to also outlaw lesbian sex, prompting many women-loving women, such as Anna Rüling, to become outspoken.
Magnus Hirschfeld also created the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, a sexological clinic that performed early transgender operations, such as those Lili Elbe received.
Hirschfeld is credited with coining the word “transsexual” and the institute both employed and served trans people (as with Dora Richter, who worked there and was the first person to receive such surgery), as well as gay people, until it was destroyed by Nazis in the early 1933.
Homophile Movement //1945 - 1960s:
This movement began in the Netherlands and Denmark. Both places saw the creation of new organisations with vague names just after the end of the war, in the Netherlands the Cultuur en Ontspanningscentrum (Culture and Leisure Center) and in Denmark Forbundet af 1946 (The League of 1946) and representatives from both groups suggested “homophile” in place of “homosexual” as they both thought that “homophile” would put the emphasis on love rather than sex.
Soon enough, homophile groups started to pop up in other parts of Europe as well as in North America, and an international group, ICSE, was created, though it only lasted as long as the movement did.
These movements tended to ascribed to respectability politics and the idea that if homophiles showed themselves to be “discreet, dignified, virtuous and respectable,” in the words of the leader of the French group, they would be treated better. Thus the homophile movement has also been called assimilationist.
Homosexual acts were already legal in parts of Europe, such as Poland were it was never illegal, Belgium, France, Turkey and the Netherlands were it had been so for over a hundred years, and Denmark and Sweden were it’d been so for a couple of decades, but it was still illegal in many places. Many countries saw decriminalisation in the 60s and 70s.
Gay Liberation //late 1960s - 1970s or mid 1980s (depending on area):
It was the Stonewall Riots that marked the beginning of this movement, fittingly breaking off from the more careful homophile one. There had been more protests and active resistance from the mid 60s than previously, signaling the end of the the homophile approach and the start of the gay lib one.
Gay Liberation was a movement of protests and Pride marches, and generally having pride in face of society’s shame. The idea of the personal being political was prominent, meaning there was a pressure to come out that hadn’t really existed previously.
Gay liberation was also a more intersectional movement than the previous one, in particular in regards to feminism, but also in regards to race and class issues.
The first bisexual groups were created in the 70s, and bisexuals gained a bit more visibility in general. Despite this, and despite trans women playing a large role in the activism of the time, the movement was still primarily referred to as “gay” or “lesbian and gay.” The public generally kept using “homosexual” or “homophile” however.
Assimilationist LGBT groups //mid 1970s - Current day
The primary gay liberation group, the American Gay Liberation Front, closed in 1972, and the movement after that turned back to the respectability politics of the homophile movement.
Sylvia Rivera, who had been an instrumental activist in the days of the Gay Liberation Front, was sidelined in favour of young, white, cis, gay men. The focus came to be on marriage equality, military service and other causes that could seem respectable to the public, while trans issues were taken off the agenda, previous intersectionalism was lost and even “stereotypical” gay people were sidelined in favour of those who seemed nonthreatening to straight society.
(note: the fight for marriage equality was largely motivated by problems with hospitals during the AIDS crisis, who would only let family see patients. while it also had/has respectability motivations, there were plenty of people unconcerned with respectability fighting for it).
Queer Movement //mid 1980s - Curent day (?)
The Queer movement was born partly as a response and rejection of the respectability politics that had become so common in other groups. This was also the reasoning for adopting “queer” as it was explicitly non-respectable.
From a 1990 flier:
Well, yes, “gay” is great. It has its place. But when a lot of lesbians and gay men wake up in the morning we feel angry and disgusted, not gay. So we’ve chosen to call ourselves queer. Using “queer” is a way of reminding us how we are perceived by the rest of the world.
This was also the time when acronyms such as LGBT became popular in favour of just “gay” or “lesbian and gay.”
A nasty side of some of these groups, such as Queer Nation, is that they practiced outing.
Lesbians and Gays Support The Miners were a bit early for this movement, but they were a socialist group, and have been credited with bringing socialism and radical politics to the lesbian and gay community in London, which may have paved the way for the queer movement in that city.
Though there had been political music associated with earlier movements, such as Tom Robinson’s Gay Liberation related music, this was when Queercore began as a genre of punk that aligned with the queer movements politics.
Expansion of the movement //1990s - Current day
Transgender movements gained force in the 90s and became more recognised as part of the movement, and the terms were solidified more so than they had been in the past. Intersex movements also gained strength.
The asexual movement gained momentrum with the creation of AVEN in the early 2000s, and the genderqueer and non-binary parts of the trans community have been gaining more recognition in recent years (mostly by finding community on this very site).
Break My Heart: Chapter 2 (A Solangelo Fanfiction)
Consider this Hour 1 of the “Three Days”: In which Will and Nico are both awkward, but I love that about them. And neither of them know how to interact, like at all. But somehow I find that to be ceaselessly charming. And they are both gigantic nerds. Enjoy!
Will wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting when Nico di Angelo showed up in the infirmary. Maybe a procession of evil and dark spirits, maybe his Stygian Iron blade glinting and ready for battle, maybe a foreboding scowl. But instead Will got none of those things. Instead he got a kid who looked seriously uncomfortable in his own skin, who was swimming in pair of ratty grey sweat pants and a black tee shirt both two sizes too big for him, and Chiron looking back at Will and down at Nico with an expression that read something like: Now, you know what you’ve done is wrong, apologize to him young man or don’t be expecting to see much of your phone over this weekend because you are grounded.
There is literally nothing noble or tragically noble about the SS. And they certainly weren't victims. If you want a noble sacrifice losing battle "like halo reach", choose the Warsaw ghetto uprising or something similar where you play as the actual victims, not, you know, the literal fucking perpetrators of the largest genocide in history.
I meant in the sense that you were fighting a losing battle, like an extended last stand until you were killed.
Jesus dude don’t get your panties in a bunch, my idea comes from the concept that there were tons of interesting perspectives to be found in WW2, rather than the usual anglo-centric view we always get.
Besides, I covered the poles twice, both at the start and at the end of my “campaing”.