illegal yet

bangiebbelievesinlarry  asked:

I love how people maintain that something is "illegal" therefore it can't be done. You can do whatever you want if no one does anything about it. Murder is illegal, yet people do that shit all the time.

Very good point. And the idea that a corporation wouldn’t do something they thought would be profitable because it’s “embarrassing” is itself embarrassing.

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.

Blacks often get labeled as drug dealers since they make up majority of the prison population. People often tell blacks that they’d stop getting incarcerated if they’d stop selling drugs. Research shows that more whites sell illegal drugs than blacks, yet, blacks are arrested more often. That’s something many blacks should bring up.

Another thing to remember is that blacks aren’t the real drug dealers. Illegal drugs arrived in the black communities through President Reagan and the CIA to fund the war in Nicaragua. It was also to end activity by the Black Panther Party. How ridiculous is a president selling a dangerous drug to his country to battle another country? When people say blacks are true drug dealers, remind them of Reagan and the CIA. Think of the amount of drugs it takes to fund a war.

“Rape is illegal…yet people still rape others.
Drinking and driving is illegal…yet people still drink and drive.
Using heroin is illegal…but people still use heroin.

So should we make these things legal just because some people are “going to do it anyway?” Of course not.

So when abortion becomes illegal, and there are a few women who self abort, that doesn’t mean that we should keep it legal for that reason.

Legality does not equal morality.”

- Abby Johnson

Cannibas should be legal

I can’t tell everyone how much it angers me that marijuana is still illegal. Do you know how many people it could be saving? Do you know how many kids it could help treat? No one cares because it’s been illegal for years yet you shove tobacco down your throats like it’s fucking candy

In the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow playing into their plans.

Neither Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station, the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement, they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.

When Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating. Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview room had the station caught up in internal investigations while Ramsey walked away scott free.

Where interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods, realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as genuine as they are frustrating.

The observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.

Interviewing Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list. He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the rising tension, about each of their family members by name.

this part of “the big race” kicked my ass but i wrote it down really quick bc it’s really nice, it’s that french horn counter-melody bit at about 2:28 if you’re looking off the official soundtrack

when you wake up to feed the chickens and check the news to see what bullshit happened in Washington during the 30 minutes you were sleeping and 2 administration members were fired for deigning to have a shred of integrity and 5 more were tied to Russia in various ways, meanwhile trump is retweeting alex jones’ video about how the film Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron turns horses and kids alike gay just after he makes a tweet accusing bernie sanders of being dead the whole election, therefore ensuring that bernie got the illegal yet coveted dead vote from the 6 feet under constituency, also jake tapper releases a report on how paul ryan and mitch mcconnell have been having an affair for years, so you are understandably nauseous but have to push down yesterday’s striated buffalo chicken tofu as well as thoughts of the country blatantly being ruined before everyone’s eyes and it’s just quite a bit much for 6:30 am

The "Unbaptized Limb of Satan". (Closed RP)

A long time ago, there was a law set up for the two types of reality: No offspring must ever be conceived with both Fictional and Real Creatures.

Then, the time came where a Bull-girl met a Human man. Neither fell in love at first sight- That, my dear reader, is called infatuation. No, these two had chosen to spend lots of time together- 3 years, as of now.

One day, the couple decided to have a baby- Both bearing full knowledge that it was illegal. And yet, the inseperable duo had the child regardless.

By the time the governments of both realms had realized, they all had a one-way trip to where it wouldn’t matter; The Homestuck side of fiction.

After a few years of his life, their only child was found and taken.

-5 years later; 8 years old-
“Lot of good those’ll do y-” The hybrid grunted at the bullies, before taking a blow to the face.

anonymous asked:

1. God I understand your Sun dilemma. Being a 1d fan is such a weird experience to me cause a lot of the things they do & represent go against my political & moral beliefs. Even if I try to rationalise their behaviour, everyone around them participates also. The sun is just an example (it genuinely baffles me that a lot of their tactics aren't illegal yet, Germany for example has much clearer laws against fake reporting etc) but I also despise the superficial celebrity culture of "who's fucking

2. who" & “how expensive were your boots” that glorifies socialites like Kendall purely on account of their wealth. I remember reading an article about a Kardashian party Harry attended where I was actually disgusted that the writer praised Kendall for wearing three different 10000+$ outfits in one evening. Why should I admire that? That just seems decadent to me. And then I realise that Harry does the same thing & yet I make an exception for him & I have to ask myself why. Just cause I really

3. I really like him on stage & during interviews? Does that make his image, what he represents to people as a whole, okay? All of the boys & the band embody a lot of things I hate & yet I just push that to the back of my mind cause I think they’re nice guys. Maybe I’m dramatic but it genuinely bothers me


Thanks for your anon - I think there’s a lot of interesting stuff here.

One is the way we make exceptions for people we like.  There’s a lot of really fun music on the first two one direction albums - but the lyrics have actively made the world worse - I’m convinced of that.  Like you - I have an explanation for that. The lyrics improved massively the more One Direction members wrote on their songs.  So this criticism turns to

But, as I’ve said before, I think it’s a real problem that so much this fandom judge the rich white men at the centre of this band much less harshly than they judge the people around them with less power, privilege and wealth. (I have no problem with people judging Simon and co. harshly).  The only way out of this for me personally is to not be particularly judgemental in my fandom.  Because almost nothing that anyone associated with this band (again excepting people with power like Simon) has done or has rumoured to do is anywhere near as bad as Harry’s Thatcher tweet.  So if I’m going to participate in this fandom I have to be pretty chill.

I would perhaps encourage you to think a little more about your attitude towards celebrities and celebrity culture.  There’s nothing wrong with not being interested and engaged with celebrity culture, but I do think criticizing celebrity culture can end up in a bit of an analytical and political dead end. In particular, there’s space between admiring that Kendall Jenner wears three $10,00 outfits and calling it decadent (there always needs to space not to care about something).  I would ask you what’s wrong with decadence?  

Celebrities are very visible and that means they get a lot of political weight.  But they don’t have actual power.  Even the most powerful ones - people who can get movies made, people who can get meetings with presidents, people who can bring attention to an issue by talking about it, have a fraction of the power of the people who are much less visible.  Some Mondelez executive in Illinois (or maybe Australia - I don’t know their decision making sturcture) recently decided that 300 people in Dunedin, New Zealand would lose their jobs because their factory was closing.  That’s power.  

Kendall Jenner is not the problem with the world, she’s really not.  People thinking that Kendall Jenner is a bigger problem than nameless Modelez executives create a much bigger obstacle to creating a better world than Kendall Jenner ever has been. If you think things that annoy you when Kendall Jenner does them are fine when Harry Styles does it - then it’s not actually the things she’s doing that are annoying you.  If you discover you don’t actually mind these things - maybe you’ll feel more apathetic towards Kendall Jenner and that’s one way of not feeling hypocritical about the difference in your views about Kendall Jenner and Harry Styles.