My friends keep making me wanna store their art in my cheek pouch and skitter away
They should make a content label for ai posts like they do for mature content so I dont ever have to fucking look at it
okay nah but this is what I've been saying. everyone arguing over how to regulate AI and what it means for copyright and how do we account for AI without hurting creative industries and and and
Require it to be labeled. that's it. require every instance of AI output to be clearly and obviously labeled that it is AI. Every decision made with AI has to be disclosed in plain phrasing, every email, every paper, every image and video must be clearly and obviously watermarked. Make removing the label/identifier a procecutable offence.
Now everyone who doesn't want it can avoid it. Now everyone using it with intent as a bad actor has to jump through extra hoops (and is on the hook for additional charges when caught). Now every single person who has had their insurance claim or credit application or resume rejected or denied because of AI can point to it and demand a reconsideration. Make. Every. Single. Instance. Of AI use mandated to be legally disclosed. That's it!
Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.
I’m so glad this is a universal wondering among vagina-owners, haha.

‘Vagina-owners’
Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus
Next week: Is it a bladder infection? An ovarian cyst? Do I have endometriosis? Oh God please do not let it be cervical cancer! A 20/20 special
Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?
There is actually a test for that last one!
Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room
reblog for the safety of vaginas and their owners
The appendix test works with or without a vagina so reblogging for everyone.
Reblogging because I didn’t know this and it needs to be shared.
"but including people in the conversation is too hard!"
Unlearning bigotry isn't meant to be easy.
[image description start. Slightly desaturated versions of the non-binary and intersex flags next to each other, with text overlaid on top reading "make the fucking effort". The nonbinary flag has four horizontal stripes of yellow, white, purple and black. The intersex flag is yellow with a dark purple ring in the center. Image description end.]
And no, you being nonbinary or intersex doesn't mean you're magically immune to being exorsexist or intersexist. That is literally not how this works has never been how it works, and never will be how it works.
It is 2026. Start making the fucking effort.
when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,
is there a name for this

hey op. i want you to know my boyfriend has been in hysterics, laughing and occasionally wheezing out "bibby" for the past half an hour because of this post. are you proud of what youve done?
Im the bf btw I made fanart
I remember seeing a dude at the supermarket that looked like he came straight out of a stock image website where the query was "hot businessman".
He was in the produce section, talking to someone on the phone.
....the point I'm trying to make here is that you can find just about anything when you are shopping.
More dispatch Headcanons to start off the new year!
Quick warning: mentions of suicidal thoughts
- The only person on the Z-Team who can afford an actual house is Prism (villain turned hero plus a pop star? She’s loaded af) but she never bought one cause she never had a reason for all the space, but she does have a really nice luxury suite and Flambae often spends the night
- Phenomaman is the richest bitch this side of LA (maybe all of LA) because he just straight up doesn’t spend that much money, most of it actually just goes to spoiling his friends (which also means he usually pays the Z-Teams bar tabs)
- Punch Up and Flambae have a one side beef over who the better cook is (Flambae hates how good he is, Punch Up is just having a good time) and have cooking competitions pretty regularly with the other Z-Teamers as judges, but it wasn’t until Robert became friends with that they finally had a tie breaker (Robert couldn’t choose but he went with Punch Up because it pissed off Flambae)
- Coupé often trades book recs with Robert as he’s the only one who enjoys romantasy like her (when the Z-Team found out, they teased him all week)
- While he was a villain, Sonar terrorized Yale students and staff for all of October every single year until he was arrested (a student actually found him once he became a hero and told him it was the best/funniest prank he’s ever seen)
- Untrue to popular belief, Malevola can enter churches, but it does make her nauseous
- During the hero Visi ending, she was ready to die for Robert, not just to save him but also because she felt she deserved to die for everything she did
- That tiger that was in the tree? Yeah, it’s Golem’s pet now
i've been stewing over this for weeks but haven't been able to figure out how to integrate it into anything
Robert saying, "Flambae is unfortunately exactly my type." over the comms- long having caved to their inane chatter. This company is a godless land, with no HR in sight
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN UNFORTUNATELY!?" ↓ the only detail Flambae caught, until much much much later- where he inevitably bursts into flames as he processes it fully
aight, y'all know the drill: i couldn't figure out what to integrate this in, so you're getting the vague outline while i parse out a fic, and- write Sonar's chapter
"You guys know I don't get paid to deal with you, right? I'm pretty much doing this out of love for the game-" "Awww you love uuus~" "Did you just fucking say you're not getting paid?"
Robert's salary STILL being under review post-Shroud, though only really for like- a week. A week was the plan anyway, but Z-Team EXPEDITES that shit. ↓ they show up at Blazer's office first, find out who manages that stuff, and then roll up on their asses with a rap sheet of all the good he's done [both for the city AND for them] "W-well you see... the suit repairs-" "Are finished now, so pay the man his money!" ↓ They pay the man his money ↓ Robert is extremely concerned when it hits his account, like- what. where did that come from, did one of you rob a bank, what-
imagine Robbie getting resurrected by some like- bullshit superpower, and Z-Team obviously expects Robert to be... somewhat happy by it, you know? ↓ maybe not overjoyed, just... based off what they've heard of the man. but like- their dispatcher devoted a good chunk of his life to avenging him, so.. there's gotta be some positive feelings right?
they're watching with rapt attention as the two are 'introduced', and it's almost like how you would socialize new cats with the old. Blonde Blazer and Chase are.. supervising [Chase behind Robert, Blazer behind Robbie]
and you know.. it starts off well, it starts off good. They're reuniting, talking, catching up really. And then Robert breaks a little- because who wouldnt? -> He starts crying, just a little- and he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to play it off as a laugh -> Robbie reminds him that crying isn't a 'very hero-like thing to do' and Robert... Robert's tears don't dry up, but he becomes almost resigned. Mandy and Chase are blinking in stunned silence, Z-Team is instantly on edge "Then It's a good thing I'm not a hero anymore, isn't it?" -> he says it almost like a test- and.. maybe it is. Robbie hardens. "...what."
and somehow, someway, it devolves into fighting. Robbie throws the first punch, Robert follows through- finally able to put up more of a fight than he could as a kid
and they're just grappling and shouting. Robbie fights as feral as Robert does, neither of them are scared of dirty moves, but Robert.. Robert is still recovering -> He might always be recovering, damaged as his body is, he might never been fully 100% again, and his father uses that. -> they're pulled off each other before a definitive victor is declared- everybody finally spurred into motion when Robert makes some yip of pain- but... well.. it's very obvious who's in worse shape. Their chests are heaving, Robert spits out a glob of blood
"Well. That's definitely my dad."
I feel like Robert just has a list of the most insane but ‘useless’ talents from being Mechaman but pre-reveal he can’t say where he got it from. Like he’s an insane speed reader because a lot of the information the suit shows him is on screens mid combat, and he needs to read them quickly while fighting someone. Or he can identify specific ingredients in meals because he trained himself into recognising when a meal might taste wrong or messed with.
(At some point post-reveal the entire team go out to a bar with a mechanical bull/something similar and bully Robert onto it. He lasts the longest, and has to patiently explain to all of them that he routinely got thrown around while sitting in a giant metal suit, staying sitting while being tossed around is not difficult for him)
me, rubbing my evil little hands together because i finally have an excuse to post my 'Robert is flexible as hell' headcanon ↓ at least- he used to be, you know? before the explosion and coma robbed it from him, i like to imagine he was one of those kids who could get his foot behind his head. Hypermobility and shit yk? all that lovely undiagnosed stuff
so yes! to all of this! especially that last part... Z-Team has some realizations watching him
i think, specifically, Robert knows how to do that cloud in the mouth trick- because he thought it'd be a cool thing to try if he ever needed to calm down a kid ↓ this gets utilized exactly once around the Z-Team, and it's because Flambae blows smoke in his face. Not cig smoke- no, he's not an asshole. He's not gonna blow nicotine into his dispatcher's face. ↓ It's just- yk campfire smoke. And it's just a little bit. A tiny puff of smog. He's just trying to rile the skinny man up ↓ And it works, sorta, Robert wrinkles his nose and presses his lips together in- what Flambae assumes- is agitation. So he's a little smug when he leans down with cocky grin ↓ Only for the skinny latte prick to puff right back at him- the clean white cloud mixing almost prettily with his own lingering grey. Flambae reels back, blinking wildy in surprise "The fuck was that?" "Yeah, doesn't feel so great, does it? Don't blow smoke in people's faces, asshole." "How did you-" ↓ It's like that one meme with all the calculations
it gets a little more awkward when Robert, pre-reveal, gets taken as a hostage. ↓ Z-Team is beyond pissed, ready to tear these assholes 9 new holes, when their fucking twig of a goddamn dispatcher takes matter into his own hands. Literally. ↓ He yanks himself out of his captor's hold, easily maneuvering his hands back in front him to drag them into a chokehold. Once they're out for the count, Robert just as easily dislocates his thumbs and slips the cuffs. ↓ The only reason he searches their limp body for the key is to re-fasten the things around their own wrists "S-sir- Robert- er.. Boss? How did you.. um... fig-figure, uh.. know how to- do... do that..?" ↓ Robert, popping his thumbs back into place "Do what?"
gaslight, gatekeep, final girlboss™
look, i fully believe Robbie media trained Robert YOUNG, but i also fully believe that he threw all of it out the window once he realized they can't sue him for SHIT ↓ which was helpfully pointed out by Chase
motherfucker is only well behaved if the reporter is like- obviously well intentioned and respectful [and or has snacks]
Robert embodies 'talk shit get hit' and there's not a hero OR villain that can train that out of him
you know what's been eating at me? Everybody brings Robert a lamp that very much fits their personality//aesthetic//what have you- it feels very them
except Flambae -> Flambae brings Robert a green, very basically designed, desk lamp. With his personality, and his general style, you'd think he'd choose something that screamed 'Flambae'. because that's what everbody else did
but it kinda just reminds me of Beef's collar -> it's kinda cute, how he's kinda the only one to take Robert's preferences into account [or try to, considering yk.. they don't know much about him]
feeling a little evil rn
okay, so you know how Robert apparently cried a lot as a kid? [understandably, because he was missing his dad] and now apparently doesn't cry unless... well.. you know
imagine after everything, after Shroud, after finally letting all his injuries heal for once instead of pushing through it, it finally hits him- when the Z-Team brings him some takeout during their lunch break. ↓ Robert had been put on mandatory leave until he could breathe without wincing
so, as he's standing in the center of all the furnishing they've forced upon him, as he's holding the warm meal, he realizes-
Oh.
They do care.
And he starts crying.
It's not loud- he doesn't even realize it at first, and he doesn't sob, or break down, but his shoulders hitch and suddenly there's tears running down his face. -> Z-Team freaks out -> What did they do wrong?? WHy is their dispatcher crying??? Does he just- not like the food? Did they overwhelm him by showing up all at once!? DOES HE NOT LIKE THEM??? -> Golem braves the tension first
"Uh... Robert?" "Shit- sorry- sorry, guys, I don't... I don't know why-"
Robert can't help but let out a watery laugh, and scrub at his eye with his free hand.
Chad grabs his wrist- gentler than he's ever been- and scoffs, "You're going to fuck up your face, Bob-Bob." ↓ his other hand still comes up slowly, carefully, to brush away the rest- and his hands are shaky. Robert can see the way he swallows too thickly
"This is why everyone calls you a bitch- you.. you know? Getting all emotional over a meal- ...stop it.."
It doesn't work of course- Robert cries just that much harder, until the Z-Team is surrounding him and offering their own brands of comfort -> it's clumsy, they don't really know how to do this, but they still try. They still need to try, to repay the man that gave them so much


