hypocrisyofandrewdobson:

A reminder of what’s wrong with Dobson’s anti-harassment Star Wars comic

Point the first:

The man prefaces his comic by saying “I think this is secretly why a lot of “fans” don’t like The Last Jedi“, then gets snitty when people address the point that he brought up in the first place.

(His ‘PS’ is pathetic ass-covering because while he says there he doesn’t mean ALL fans, which is true– he literally started the prior paragraph by saying a lot of fans.)

Point the second:

MEANWHILE, TWO WEEKS AGO

The Overall Point

Dobson’s baseline message is something that most people will agree with– it’s not acceptable to harass actors because of the roles they played in movies. But bear in mine the following:

– Dobson does not distinguish between legitimate critique and ‘harassing the actors’. It is an easy nuclear option to say that somebody didn’t like a movie or an actor’s performance for bigoted reasons, and when people try and explain otherwise he shuts them down and says "Just agree with me about this one specific point even if I made a broad, sweeping assessment about ‘a lot’ of people”. He isn’t looking for legitimate discussion or the calling out of a toxic culture– he’s latching on to a bandwagon and backpedaling when people call him out on bullshit, effectively pretending that because people take umbrage to his sweeping statement and want to have a legitimate discussion about the merits of a movie irrespective of its actors, they’re actually bigots who support harassment.

(We will further remember that Dobson’s main form of response to long arguments he can’t rebuff is (if he’s not immediately calling somebody racist, sexist, or a Nazi) to nitpick a single statement and ignore everything else about the opposing argument. So people zeroing in on his sweeping statement about ‘a lot of “fans”’ is a justified use of his own tactic, which he determines is completely unacceptable when used against him.)

– Dobson does not even believe in it. He’s latching on to this particular story because it’s gained traction among the circles he frequents, but his opinion on the matter changes with the wind and changes more sharply with the targets. It’s not okay to harass actors of a movie that he likes because of course it isn’t, but it is acceptable to go out of your way to viciously harass regular people on the street because of the politician they (probably but not necessarily demonstrably) voted for.

– And of course, “I no longer agree with this type of aggression”? Which is why he gleefully supported Kathy Griffin holding a severed Trump head and then went on to make an illustration (that is, tracing of ‘Judith Slaying Holofernes’) of Kathy Griffin and Lady Liberty graphically beheading Trump, himself. 

This is the problem with the comic– not necessarily its message, but the blatantly hypocritical and disingenuous nature of its sender.

“I am always both amazed and impressed how you can break down Dobson’s hypocrisy so well in these submissions. Seriously, always glad to see them.” -THOAD

puppyboyconnor:

Request :  Are you still interested in receiving requests for Connor? Cause I’m curious how the reader would react to a uniform change after Connor became deviant and Markus won. Say having Connor wear an actual police officer’s uniform since he’s no longer a “machine”? – @generalgoldfishldrm

Word Count : 1,468

Warnings : None

A/N : i was sooo excited to write this one because i thought it was so cute !! anyway I’ve gotten a lot of smutty requests 😉 so i think I’m going to take time on those to really get used to writing smut ! also i’ll be going on a vacation in a couple days so i might not be posting as much too ! but i will work on my requests while I’m out ! 

You sighed, head planted in your palm as you lazily scrolled through your terminal. You had filled out all your paperwork, sent in all your reports, and filed away all your evidence. Ever since the androids were successful in the revolution, cases involving androids were a thing of the past. They were given the right to live equally amongst the humans so what was the need to commit a crime to be free? Occasionally, you got to leave the office to further investigate crime scenes surrounding red ice but even that was rare in itself.

You just spent your time patrolling the Detroit area and consuming ungodly amounts of coffee when Fowler piled loads of work on you. Connor opted to lay low from Cyberlife at Hank’s house and talked to you for hours on the phone whenever you stayed late. You rubbed the grogginess out of your eyes, wondering what he was doing right now. Maybe Connor was playing with Sumo? Or finding new interests with his newly found free will? God, you missed him so much that you were going to explode if he didn’t come back to work in the next two days.

“ How are you doing, Y/N? “ Connor’s voice brought you instant relief as soon as he picked up the phone. Connor sounded relaxed with whatever he was doing, less stiff and forced than when you met the android for the first time. If you could, you would’ve personally thanked Markus for convincing him to become a deviant. You always felt Connor was constantly at conflict with himself and couldn’t find the resolution under Amanda’s guidance. Whatever he was looking for, you hoped that Connor had finally found it.

“ I’m exhausted, Con. Fowler keeps throwing piles upon piles of work on me. I would literally kill to go home and lay down right now. “ You groaned irritated, lightly clutching your head from the caffeine-induced headache plaguing your skull. You leaned back in your desk chair, expelling a long breath as you stretched your rigid muscles. “ Please come back to work, Con. I miss you so much! Also because I’m so sick of doing paper work. I think I’m going to take a day off tomorrow. “

“ Wait, no! You can’t! “ Connor yelped suddenly, his urgent tone slightly startling you. You cocked an eyebrow, a small chuckle flowing out of your mouth. This was suspicious, Connor never had a reason to sound worried. What was going on?

“ You sound a little concerned, why should I stay? “ You questioned curiously, eyes giving a brief glance to your phone screen. Wow, you’ve been talking for almost three hours, good thing you have unlimited minutes! Aside from data plans, the picture you had set for Connor’s caller I.D. never failed to melt your heart. You snuck a secret photo of the android walking Sumo while you walked your two pomeranians on a sunny day. Ugh, so cute!

“ Because.. I said so? “ Connor attempted to convince you to stay just another day before taking a day off. You sniggered from the other end as you scribbled informatiom on form #1,331. You lost count after form #5. “ I, uh, have a surprise for you tomorrow. You have to come in or else! “

“ Ooo, I’m so scared! Or else what, sweetheart? Please enlighten me. “ You teased the android playfully as you lazily scrolled through Twitter on your terminal. Maybe it’s about time to go home? No, it’s definitely time to go home but Fowler had you a tight leash. Was today the day you were going to risk your whole career to catch up on a few hours of sleep?

“ I’ll have to personally detain you and lock you up in a cell, Y/N. “ Connor quipped, a small grin creeping on his face. You leaned back in your deskchair, mouth hung wide open. How bold of him! You were rendered speechless, this could either end with you two naked in bed or a totally different way you weren’t expecting at all. You were praying for the first fantasy but you couldn’t let your hopes get too high!

“ Mm, I don’t know, Connor. Coming in work on my own accord sounds tempting but being handcuffed by you is much more to my taste. “ You purred amorously, a devious smirk curling on your lips. You just knew a blush was creeping on Connor’s face by the long amount of silence. You giggled quietly all while you filled out your last form of the night. Finally! You were allowed to leave! “ Alright, I just finished up and I am completely burnt out. If I don’t show up for work tomorrow, I fully expect you to show up at my house, handcuffs in hand! Bye, darling.~ “

Well, Connor wasn’t expecting.. That.

Seguir leyendo

spirit-of-the-void:

AK: Sorry for the delay on this, kids, i
had half on it written yesterday and some things happened at my house
and it was…a rough night.  Then my computer crashed and I lost the
document on top of that. When those things happen i
try to tell myself it’s for a reason and today’s version will be
better! And 100% smuttier 😉 Thank you all so much for your kind
messages ❤

Summary:
An annual Halloween party is being held at the reader’s house for those
in the office not stuck working for the best day of the year. Connor,
of course, is expected to go and dress up. Just some random Connor x
Reader fluff for you all, SMUT WARNING 😉

Part 3

Connor must have adjusted his tie fifty times in the time it took to get from Hank’s home to the elevator.

The
numbers slowly climbed up to your floor, his anticipation rose along
with it. Another tie adjustment, fake fangs grazing his tongue in his
mouth. They felt odd, but it didn’t take long to get used to the
sensation. He would admit, it was fun to play pretend. He had smiled
experimentally after putting them in and decided they did in fact add a
bit of allure he didn’t have previously. There had been no need for fake
contacts due to his ability to change his eye color at will–a “creepy”
skill, according to Hank. Regardless, Connor was ready to play the
part. Desperation fueled him, and for what he was not sure. Was it for
your approval? Or something more?

An
intangible sensation had nagged him since they departed for the party, a
feeling in his lower gut. The trousers they had decided on for this
“costume” felt a bit tight, and his thirium
pump had been working overtime. If he could sweat, he was sure he would
be doing so. He thoroughly blamed Hank, because it was his comments
after seeing Connor in the crab costume that had provoked his wandering
thoughts further. After groaning and complaining about his bad choices,
Hank had mumbled under his breath, “I’m trying to help you out here okay?”

“What? Didn’t you two tell me to have fun?” Connor had replied with a smirk, not being all that serious but enjoying Hank’s annoyed look.  

“Kid, I assure you,” Hank replied with a shake of his head, “Your chances of getting laid drop to zero if you wear that.”

The very mention of it had left Connor desperately processing, thirium
feeling warm in his body. The LED on his temple had been bouncing
between red and yellow since then, mind trying to wrap around even the
possibility of romantic affection. Could you possibly want to engage in
such activities with him? He’d be lying if he claimed he had…never thought
about it. He had in fact given it a lot more thought than he expected.
More than he thought possible. He had tried researching it a bit at
Hank’s suggestion, his cautious suggestion, and had compiled a few facts. Human mating was interesting to say the least.

Connor
was able to deduce a lot about the female body, and what was safe and
pleasurable for them. From what he gathered, as long as it was safe,
consenting, and agreed upon by both partners…anything could be tried.
It was “entirely up to him and (Y/N)”, according to Hank. It made sense. Trial and error, preference. Though  Connor hadn’t the slightest idea of what his preferences were, or what he liked. He was already fitted with the proper tools
at least–the fact that Cyberlife had given him such things from the
get go had always been confusing. In retrospect, Connor supposed it was
because they already knew he’d be a deviant…or they thought he would
need to engage in such activities to get information in a case.

The
latter left him disgusted to say the least. He would never degrade
himself that far for information, at least not now. And he’d never
manipulate a partner in such a way. But… would he have taken such
measures before deviancy? The very notion made him shudder, his choice
to become independent and deviant growing better and better ever
day. Regardless, he had some thinking to do about you,
about…everything. His feelings for you were so strong they were hard
to ignore, and his attraction to you equally so. He wanted your
happiness, any desires of his were centered just on you.

All he knew was…he liked you. He could imagine himself touching your soft skin with his hands, his mouth...

Another tie adjustment, and a whack on the back of the head from Hank.

“Ease up, Connor, for christ’s
sake!” Hank scolded, crossing his arms over his chest when Connor
turned his dark gaze to him, “You look like you’re about to go to court,
calm it with the tie shit.”

Connor tilted his head slightly, rolling his shoulders forward, “Sorry, Hank. I will try to, as you say, ‘ease up’.”

Hank made a face, a look of disappointment crossing his eyes as he leveled them on the android.

“You
sound like ‘old you’ when you’re this nervous,” He said in a warning
tone, messing up Connor’s hair and ignoring his huff of annoyance, “Take
a deep breath, and collect yourself. This is about having fun damn it, I
shouldn’t have to keep reminding you to have fun.”

Connor
immediately straightened up at his words, running a hand back through
his hair to fix it. Hank was right…he was overthinking things quite a
bit. It wasn’t your fault per se, he was just…not used to feeling so
strongly. He didn’t want to disappoint you, he wanted you to be happy,
he wanted to be everything you expected and needed. And more than that…He wanted you to feel the same.

“I’m sorry, Hank, I…” Connor released a sigh, watching the elevator doors slide open, “I am simply..nervous.
I’m not used to the complexity of emotions I am feeling, of my own
desires. I have been trying to adjust and adapt accordingly…but it
feels as though a weight is on my chest. More than anything, I am…fearful.”

Fearful of screwing up, of disappointing you.  

Hank
paused, holding a hand out so the doors wouldn’t close. He seemed to
weight his next thoughts carefully, the silence beginning to feel heavy.

When he finally spoke, his tone was both sad and thoughtful, “You know…When I thought of giving the talk to someone, I was sure it was going to be Cole when he reached the right age.”  

Connor
immediately stared in shock at the older male, not expecting to hear
him mention Cole at all. Hank had eventually talked to Connor about his
son, and it was…emotionally to say the least. He, as a general rule,
didn’t speak of Cole.

“Hank, I…” He began to say, but Hank chuckled, surprising him further.

“Keeping
in mind this is a bit different than humans, but,” Hank placed a hand
on his shoulder, “Be yourself, don’t try too hard. As an outside
observer, it’s easy to see you two both have some strong feelings about
each other yeah? If things escalate to that point tonight, just be safe,
take it slow, and make sure you communicate for god’s sake. If you
don’t feel comfortable with it, don’t hesitate to tell her that. Be
firm, if you need to ease into this over the course of a few months let
her know. And that goes for you with her as well–if she says not now or
no you better listen, do you understand?”

Connor
nodded, a small smile tilting his lips. Hank certainly felt like a
father in these moments. Despite not necessarily having one…Connor was
sure this is what it was like.

“Thanks,
Dad,” He said sincerely, watching Hank’s eyes widen a little at the
title. He paused, a wistful look in his eyes before he smiled too.

“Anytime,
son,” He replied, patting the android on the shoulder, “Now, let’s get
in there before (Y/N) starts calling me again asking where we are.”

Connor nodded, leading the older man out of the elevator toward your apartment door. They had been their
a few times, for drinks and pizza, and once when Hank’s pipes burst.
Though it would be hard to miss the intricately hung skeletons clinging
to your door-frame, woven with purple and orange lights hanging from
their mouths and hands. Signs that said “Beware!” and “Do not enter!”
lined the smooth surface, and your doormat hat been replaced with one
looking like it was splattered with blood. Your love of the holiday was
evident, it made Connor smile, fangs grazing his lower lip.

He
took a brief moment to scan the area–he detected the faint smell of
pumpkin and booze. Beyond the door was the sound of muffled, spooky
noises and conversation. Quite a few people had arrived earlier than
expected, it would seem. And judging by the rowdy laughter, they had
already started drinking. Connor briefly caught the scent of your
perfume, and it made his thirium pump pound briefly.  

Hank exchanged a glance with the nervous android before lifting a hand and pressing the doorbell.  

The
sound of a witch’s cackle echoed loudly in the apartment, followed by
laughter. Connor shook his head–you had even changed your doorbell.
Somehow not surprising in the slightest. Almost on cue, he heard your
voice telling people to move and the sound of your feet on smooth
hardwood. Connor took an breath he didn’t need to try and compose himself, waiting patiently as he fumbled with the door’s lock.

When the door finally swung open he had to actively remind himself about the benefits of composure.

You
were done up with make-up–not too much, just the color of teal on your
lips and eyeliner enhancing your already rounded eyes. The horns that
adorned your head curled back and held a similar shade of teal. The same
went for the spade-tipped tail swinging behind you. Your face held a
bit of a flustered look, cheeks a little flushed and lips parted in
quick breaths. Had you ran to answer the door?

Connor
continued his scan, that tightness in his gut curling up again when he
saw your outfit. The shorts could barely be called that, they were so
high up your soft-looking thighs. Connor could not describe the
sensation he felt at the sight of the thigh highs on your shapely legs,
but he was convinced it was definitely a good feeling. When he settled
on your blouse he was trying to cool his systems a bit. Your outfit
certainly hid nothing, and he was most certainly feeling emotions that were less than gentlemanly.  

His
scan was complete in an instant. He hoped you hadn’t noticed the quick
glance from your head to your toes and back he had taken. He wasn’t sure
how he was even holding his composure. Why did you have to be so
painfully lovely? How did humans live feeling such emotions all the time? It was downright torture.  

Your
eyes landed on the overheated android first, a shocked look in your
pretty eyes. You brought your hands to your mouth–the skin there
transitioned to the same teal on your lips, fake claws on your
nails–and gasped.

“Holy shit…!” You breathed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

~~~

You were going to swoon, you could feel it.

When
you opened the door for the new arrivals you had been hoping and
praying it was Connor and Hank. Luckily, you were not disappointed.
Christ, if anything you were so excited and overheated you could have
combust in that moment. You weren’t quite sure what you expected of
Connor’s costume, but your imagination wasn’t nearly as good as real
life anyway.

Much
to your agonized delight, Connor had chosen the theme of Noir detective
to go with the vampire suggestion you had given (If yall wanna see what i mean, I was inspired by this art right here: https://a-bungle.tumblr.com/image/174988137906).
A white business shirt rolled up to his elbows, gun holster straps
lining his chest and waist. It looked like he had borrowed an old tie
from hank, neatly tied around his neck. A pair of pin-striped slacks
clung in a shapely manner to his legs and his thighs.
Good god. Maybe you were just as thirsty as Kelsey claimed. There was
no way you could play off your flushed face and racing pulse.

Almost
as if he heard your thoughts, Connor gave that crooked half smirk–His
fangs peaked out, and you just about died right there. Connor had
always, always
been attractive to you. You were a sucker for his cute smile. But
this…this was past cute, entering dangerous territory. If you wanted
to get intimate with this man before, you were downright touch starved
now. Maybe this wasn’t your best idea. It was like throwing matches at a
powder keg.

Hank chuckled at your expression, slapping Connor on the back.

“He did good right? Not to shab–” He was cut off by you jumping up and hugging the two at once, trying to hide how flustered you were. Of course, the two had to bend down to accommodate you.

“Thank you guys
so much for coming!” You said excitedly, giving them a squeeze before
releasing them, “You both look fantastic!” You turned your gaze back to
Connor, unconsciously biting your lip, “That’s a good look for you,
stud.”

Hank rolled his eyes before Connor could respond, patting you two on the back with a parting, “Time to find the booze.” You distinctly thought you heard Connor sigh, but his face was neutral
when you turned to look back at him. You immediately noticed his now
distinctly red eyes and a smear of fake red blood on his lips. Good god,
you weren’t sure if you could handle this.

“I’m serious though,” You said once Hank was gone, offering a sweet smile, “You look great Connor, you really do.”

This
seemed to make him relax a bit, an easy smile appearing on his lips,
“Thank you, (Y/N). I must admit you’re looking very…lovely yourself.”  

For a second there you thought you saw an unfamiliar emotion in his gaze, but it was gone before you could be sure.  

Composure damn it!

“No crab then?” you said, feigning disappointment, “Such a shame, red is a good color on you.”

Connor chuckled lightly, the sound warming you, “I’m afraid Hank would not allow it,” He smeared a finger over his thumb, leaving a bit more red on his lips, “Although I do still have a bit of color.”

He most certainly did.  

You
rocked back on the balls of your feet, resisting the urge to bounce
where you stood, “I like the theme you chose. Didn’t see anything you
liked at the costume store, huh?”

Connor shook his head, tilting it slightly as he regarded you, “You would be correct. The costumes there were too, how should i put this…” He did a terrible accent impersonating old vampire films, “’I vant to suck your blood!’ types of vampire.”

You giggled–he was charming your socks off again. That made him smile widely, flashing those dangerous looking fangs. Oh no.

You
quickly took him by the hand, pulling him down the hallway toward the
party, “Well let’s not wait–some of the others were asking where you
were!”

Connor easily kept up, fingers twining with yours and giving a gentle squeeze. You hoped to god he wasn’t scanning you, because he would easily notice how much that made your heart beat pick up. Luckily, you had the whole party to compose yourself, right?

The instant you pulled him into the main room, the boisterous crowd of your closest friends greeted Connor. You reluctantly let go of his hand, smiling ruefully as the poor android was slapped on the back and several people messed up his slicked back hair and commented on his outfit.

“Damn, Connor,” Chris said with a chuckle, slinging an arm around Connor’s neck, “You look like a snack in that costume. Not bad.”

He was dressed up as a pirate for the party, drinking from a fake bottle of ale–sparkling apple juice to be exact. You had helped make the fake label.  Chris had, luckily, agreed on no alcohol for the evening. You didn’t care for alcohol to begin with, but Chris made the choice because he had a shift in the morning. Honestly, the rest of the party would be getting drunk enough for the both of you. A jar for car keys was prepared and you had cab companies on speed dial for those who would not be allowed to drive home.

Connor looked confused by Chris’s terminology, but wasn’t given any time to respond. Kelsey had walked up, dressed as a demon as well, but more on the spooky side of things.

“Looking good, robocop,” She commented, already little tipsy, “(Y/N) is gonna be thirsting all evening.”

“Hey!” You protest, ears and cheeks feeling hot.

Before either her or Connor would reply, a few other people in the party started chanting for a drinking game. Kelsey and Chris pulled Connor off to play some of the party games you had set up. As they walked, Kelsey turned and winked–she could probably tell you were a little…hot around the collar to say the least. Some time to process, and catch your breath. You sighed in relief, taking in what everyone in the room was doing and what was left to do for the evening. You were a party host, damn it, it was your job to make sure people were having fun,

You could focus on Connor later.

~~~

The night went by surprisingly fast, much faster than you had thought possible.

Everyone at the party had a fair share of food and drink. Despite how rowdy they were, nothing had been broken and people made sure to throw their garbage in the garbage. The various scary party games had been played, and much to your surprise Connor won a few. He had been smiling, everyone treating him just how you wanted him to be treated–like he was a person. Even he seemed to be having fun, though you noticed he kept casting his gaze on you, watching you. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had made a few scans. The little LED on his temple had bounced between yellow and red a few times–you weren’t sure what that meant.

Even Hank seemed to have fun. He didn’t drink nearly as much as usual, and spent most of the night on the couch with a few of the older station members watching bad horror movies and laughing about the horrible special effects of the older ones. You made sure he ate as well to offset the booze, not wanting him to get into bad habits again. It became evident very quickly that he, too, was keeping an eye on Connor. He seemed pleased that Connor was taking it easy for once. To you, Hank looked like a proud dad. It made you happy.

Everyone ended up there on the couch eventually, watching the various scary movies you had set out for the evening. You ended up sandwiched between Hank and Connor on the couch, Chris and Kelsey to Connor’s left and everyone else scattered in beanbag chairs and spots on the floor. The evening’s energy had settled in to a pleasant, dull rumble. Everyone could enjoy some crappy special effects and millennial humor. A few jokes were leveled at Hank, who only rolled his eyes in response.

Throughout the last movie you found yourself hyper-aware of Connor on your left side. You weren’t used to seeing him sit relaxed–His legs were crossed comfortably, and one arm rested on the top of the couch behind you. His tie had been pulled slightly loose, and after so many people kept messing up his hair he gave up on fixing it. He looked…good, really good. The fake blood was nowhere to be found on his lip, though he still wore the fangs. Everyone at the party joked that the vampire theme was a good excuse for why he didn’t eat anything.

You felt a little bold, so you decided to lean against his side, snuggling up with your legs resting on Hank’s lap. You thought you felt Connor stiffen for a moment, then relax. His arm from the top of the couch moved to your shoulders, and you forgot to breath. A few seconds to gain your calm back, then you made sure to focus on the movie. There were a lot of people in the room, damn it. Focus.

By the time the movie was all said and done, it was nearing one in the morning. People started to file out to head home, tiredly thanking you for inviting them. You sent several people home in cabs, promising to keep their keys safe till morning. No one was dumb enough to argue with you. A few other androids from the station offered to drive some people home, which saved the hassle on their part. Again, people were too drunk to complain.

Finally it was down to Kelsey, Chris, Connor, and Hank. You ached to see Connor go, but…

Kelsey was pretty drunk, Chris was holding her up by one arm, “I’ll take her home,” He chuckled, pirate outfit left askew by the nights activites, “I’ll make sure she sobers up a bit too.”

You leaned against the doorway, grinning ear to ear, “You sure you’re gonna be okay for the morning shift?”

“Pfft, please. I’ve done that shift on no sleep and five hour energy shots. This will be a cake walk,” Chris scoffed, sounding pretty damn confident in himself.

You chuckled, patting him on the shoulder, “Well, thanks for helping out and staying over. Tell Kelsey I said thanks too, when she sobers up.”

“Will do,” Chris replied, only to pause before stepping out the door. You saw a twinkle appear in his eyes, the makings of what he probably assumed to be a great idea. His gaze shifted to where Connor and Hank were now entering the hallway, Hank in good spirits after a few beers. You locked eyes with Connor, offering a gentle smile at how disheveled he looked. He was a mess, to say the least. You hoped he had fun.

Chris was looking at him too, and you could practically see the gears turning–metaphorically of course–in his head. He smirked at you, waggling both eyebrows. Oh no.

Chris spoke up, “Hank, why don’t I give you a ride home?” When you, Hank, and Connor opened your mouths to ask why, Chris continued on cheerfully, “Kelsey and I were supposed to help clean up, but the party went on longer than expected. (Y/N) can use someone to help clean up a bit, don’t you think?”

“Oh, its okay–” You began to say, but Chris cut you off.

“Besides, this works out fine. Connor can stay and clean, then drive Hank’s car home,” Chris seemed quite proud of himself, a wide grin on his face.

You felt your face warm up a bit, wanting to open your mouth but not sure what to say.

Even more shocking, Connor replied instead, voice calm and kind as he agreed, “Of course, I’ll be glad to stay and help, (Y/N).” You turned to look at him, biting your lip reflexively, a nervous habit. You swore you saw his dark eyes linger on your mouth, then back to your eyes, “The main room was quite a mess. I do not mind.”

Of course he didn’t. You quickly looked between the three, letting out a light sigh.

“Hank, do you mind?” You finally asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Anticipation was curled in your gut, and nervousness too. There was a part of you so nervous you wanted him to tell Connor no, but that eager, thirsty part of you wanted him to agree to it. What in the world were you thinking? There was no guarantee that Connor even felt that way about you, what was there to anticipate? Despite that…you felt something tangible in the air, an energy.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent the last half hour wondering about it.

Hank yawned slightly in response to your question, shrugging his shoudlers, “I don’t see why not. Just be gentle with my car on the way home, yeah?”

 Connor nodded, “Of course, Hank.”

Hank patted him on the shoulder, letting out another yawn as he slurred, “Have fun, kid.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but Connor inclined his head and said, “Drink coffee when you get home, and take a shower before bed to help sober up.”

“Yeah yeah,” Hank grumbled, following Chris and Kelsey out the door as you waved them all off. You swore you saw Chris wink at you on the way out, mouthing “He’s all yours, sweet-cheeks.” 

You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him.

Once the door was shut behind them, you paused, taking a deep breath to settle yourself–he was just going to help clean, all your complicated feelings aside. Connor was your friend, you cared about him, you wouldn’t make this awkward. You were a master at faking confidence, you had to when working in a police like the police department. This should be easy, right?

You turned to face him, stretching your arms above your head, “Well, that was fun to say the least,” You gazed at him for a moment, smiling ruefully, “Sorry Chris roped you into cleaning.”

He tilted his head to one side, seeming to think for a moment before replying, “I certainly don’t mind,” He smiled kindly, those fake fangs peeking out a bit, “I did help contribute to the mess after all.”

You snorted, pushing past him into your apartment and into the kitchen, “That’s a lie and we both know it,” You reached under your sink for a garbage bag,  “You didn’t disturb a thing in the place. You look like more of a mess than my apartment.”

He paused in the doorway at that, adjusting his loosened tie with a frown, “It would seem your guests had a strange affiliation with my hair this evening.”

Oh, they definitely did. You snuck a peak at him and giggled at his hair, tussled all over the top of his head.

“It looks cute that way,” You commented, stopping in a moment in your cleaning to pull the horns off of your head, “You can relax a bit while you’re here if you want, you don’t have to clean.”

He shook his head no, taking the trash bag from you and starting to pick up stray cans and cupcake wrappers. You smiled a little, strangely relaxed now that it’s just the two of you in the apartment. Connor made picking up the place quick and meticulous, you had to admit. Less than ten minutes later, the kitchen and living room looked presentable, minus the Halloween decorations still up. You decided to leave them up until Thanksgiving–only then would you feel guilty about then being there.

Only thing left to do was the dishes, which you had set about doing while Connor took your garbage out. Once he stepped foot out your door you let out a breath–somehow cleaning with him and spending this time alone with him had relaxed you a bit, but it still felt somehow…intimate. Too intimate. You were passing the stage of nervous and feeling a little too bold for your liking. Although you did suppose…You were alone with him. would it hurt to try? The problem was you really did care about Connor…you liked being close to him. Even if he would never feel the same romantic feelings, you still wanted to be his friend. You didn’t want to jeopardize that.

You were still pondering the very notion when Connor entered again, walking over and washing his hands in the sink next to where you worked. His closeness startled you for a moment, making your heart start to pound a bit. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Your hopes weren’t realized.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asked in concern, “I detected an increase of heart rate from you.”

You laughed lightly, brain scrambling to try and play it off, “I was just lost in thought, didn’t hear you come in so you…startled me a bit.”

He let out a low hum of understanding, wiping his hands on some paper towels, “My apologies, I often forget I have quiet steps,” He apologized, sounding genuinely sincere, “Is there anything else you need help with? I could dry the dishes.”

You wanted him to stay. How could you possibly explain what you were feeling without ruining everything? You bit your lip in concentration, trying to think of what you could say, or do, or if you should just give up. You had a feeling that you shouldn’t leave your feelings unchecked for too long, it wasn’t healthy to bottle things up. But…this was more than about you, it was about him too. You tried so hard to take his feelings into consideration with everything, from the very beginning. No one else would, everyone else had treated him like a machine outside of you and Hank. It took almost a whole year to turn people around. He wasn’t a toy, he had feelings and you wanted to respect–

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• Chapter  1

Warning: smut

You woke up to the smell of coffee. It made you get out of bed immediately. You loved coffee.

Connor was in the kitchen, serving the coffee and arranging it on the table. There were two cups of coffee?

He finally noticed you standing behind him and watching him.

“Good moring.” he smiled at you and gestured you to sit down.

You took a sip from your cup.

“I made some pancakes.” Connor put a plate infront of you, full of fluffy pancakes with butter on the top. He sat down on the other side of the table, watching you silently.

You took a little of the food and started eating slowly.

“You made yourself a coffee? “ You couldn’t hold the question any longer.

“I did,” he replied. “I’m not capable of drinking it, but I thought it would be a nice touch to our breakfast.”

Our breakfast, you had to chuckle a little.

“Thank you, it’s amazing” you gave him a big smile.

You continued with your coffee and another pancake.

Connor was watching you without a word and you noticed his LED light flickering at crazy speeds.

What could be on his mind?

His sudden question interrupted your thoughts.

“You answer yesterday… Are you sure about it?”

Your face turned red immediately. He was smirking at you, you were sure about it.

“I gave you my answer as you wanted, Connor. And that’s it.” You told him with the most confident voice. It must’ve looked funny, considering your face was red and your eyes looked everywhere but Connor.

“I think you want to tell me something?” Connor innocently asked.

His voice might’ve sounded innocent, but the smirk on his lips was more than real.

“I…” you started, but couldn’t end your sentence.

“Love you.” Connor continued the words for yourself.

You looked at him and met his dark brown eyes, somehow darker than before. You didn’t even try to say anything, it was all said already.

He stood up slowly and walked towards you, the smirk still on his face.

“I turned deviant for you a long time ago.” He whispered and gave you his hand, which you accepted while not breaking the eye contact still.

“You knew all the time…” you realised and felt really dumb.

He nodded and moved his hands around your waist. You enjoyed this moment, you enjoyed what was happening. Why were you afraid to tell him ? Why did you ignore all the signs from him before?
He started to move his hands down slowly.  Connor’s face froze and his eyes went dark, filling with his cravings. He opened his mouth a little.

His touch was so gentle and warm, something you would never expect from an android. You saw the desire in his eyes and you wanted to be the one to obey in this moment.

“Connor…” You almost moaned his name and close your eyes as he squeezed your ass.

This unleashed Connor’s lust. He lifted you in the air and you put your thighs around his waist. You could feel the bulge, pressing against his pants.

You gasped. Connor started to bite your neck softly at first, but his bites became more agressive real quick. You held yourself with your arm around his shoulders, while the other hand was running through his hair. A moan left your lips and Connor pulled your head back, so he could have better access to your neck. You didn’t hold yourself back anymore and just moaned, much to Connor’s pleasure. Once you had the chance, you pressed your lips onto his. His lips were soft and warm. Your passion managed to hit the top floor. You wanted him. Now. You needed him.

It felt like he was reading your thoughts, because he began to move slowly towards to the bedroom, your lips still connected.

You both fell onto the bed, Connor looking down at you. He liked it, to be the master for a once. You raised your hands and started to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. You saw his abs, shocked. You thought he wouldn’t have any since he was skinny. You ran your hands all around them, feeling his warm skin. He was sweaty.

Connor was silently watching you, but you could see how impatient he was getting. He grabbed your wrists and put them back down, into the matress.

“My turn.” He whispered as he was leaning towards to you, still holding your wrists.

He kissed you and moved to your neck, as he was lifting your shirt up. He didn’t want to break the kiss, but had to. When your upper body was fully exposed to him, Connor wrote a line from your neck to the edge of your pants with his finger.

“Connor..” you moaned and grabbed his hand. Your whole body was shivering.

He looked at you and smirked. He knew you wanted it.

While not breaking eye contact, he slid his hand into your panties and started toying with your clit, watching your eyes rolling back in the pleasure. It didn’t take a while until you felt like reaching your orgasm. You opened your eyes and held Connor’s bare shoulders, pulling him down. He didn’t protest at all. You sat on him, kissing his neck. You hands were all around his perfect abs, moving to his crotch slowly. The closer you got, the more he moaned. You felt his heart beating. You  unzipped his jeans and started to massaging the massive bulge under your hand. He closed his eyes and grabbed the sheets around him.

He was so big..  

You felt him getting harder and harder. You took his boxers off and licked the top of his penis. You licked it from the bottom, following the vein. Connor was shaking under the pleasure and pulled your hair. He needed more.

You put his penis in your mouth and sucked it to the root, feeling it go even harder. You wanted him inside you right now.

Your movements were quicker and Connor’s moaning got louder and louder. Neighbours could definetly hear it.

“Stop.” He commanded and catched your head.

Before you realised anything, you were lying under Connor’s naked body, your hands pinned above your head with his one hand, while his other hand was ripping pieces of clothes that were left on you away.

“You are so wet for me.” He pulled himself into you without hesitating.

Your view went black and you were seeing stars, as he was thrusting more. The slamming and the moaning filled the room competely. His body was boiling hot and his face was becoming red. He thrusted rougher now, sucking on your nip. Your whole body was wet. You were scratching his back.

“Connor…” you were moaning his name.

Connor’s eyes were shut in the explosions of feelings. You were so close to coming, and you could tell he was close as well. He turned you around and you were on your fours, screaming from the intense feel of his penis massaging your G-post in this position.

“I love you.” He said between his thrusting.

You collapsed on the bed when you reached your orgasm and felt Connor cumming in your insides.

Connor rolled over and layed next to you, breathing heavily.

“I’m the one making breakfast tomorrow.” You smirked.

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* Author’s note: English is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. Hope you like it!

(credits to the gif’s creator)

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When you heard the bell of the front door, you frown and rose up to be sitting on the couch, lowering the volume of the television in the action. Out of the corner of your eye you could see how Sumo raised his head abruptly and turned it towards the door, reflecting to be in a position of alertness.

You took off the thin blanket that was around you and you stood up, noticing how cold the floor was when you put your bare feet on it and you went unsteadily towards the door. In the short trajectory you thought about who might be ringing the doorbell at midnight and on a rainy day. Your father definitely could’t be, since he obviously was in a bar and had been in his car and you were pretty sure you hadn’t heard any kind of car engine.

You hesitated to open the door when you were standing right in front of it, still with insecurity and a scab of fear floating in your stomach. Anyway you thought that Sumo was to protect you and you were the daughter of the lieutenant for god’s sake, so you shook your head and raised your hand to the doorknob and turn it, opening the door.

On the other side of the threshold, in front of you, you found Connor, with crossed arms and a troubled expression, who upon seeing you, seemed to lighten up a bit.

You frowned and twisted your head to the right slightly. “Con, what are you doing—

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“I need you, (Y/N).” He interrupted you, leaving you with your mouth ajar and speechless when you heard his words, in that tone so soft, but apparently so gone. His bright eyes reflected lostness and uncertainty. Your heart seemed to shrink inside you when you saw him in that vulnerable state.

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imagine-multiples:

Paring: Connor (rk800) x reader

Word Count: 2k (my longest one???)

Warnings: language and near death

Summary: While working on his mission with the Detroit PD, Connor meets someone new. Someone who starts to make big changes to his program.

A/N: ew im really bad at summaries. Also, I like how this turned out and I hope my detroit peeps like it. Connor is the sweetest and I love him with all my heart

“Connor!” Hank calls and the android turns his head towards the familiar voice, his hands neatly folded in his lap while he patiently waited for him to return to the department. The grumpy drunk didn’t normally show up early– it was rare to see him before noon– but today he is surprisingly punctual and, yet another surprise, the lieutenant is not alone. There’s another human walking with him, a girl. To anyone with a pulse and red blood running through their veins, she was beautiful. But Connor did not have a pulse, he didn’t have a heart, and the blood in his manufactured body was blue. To him, she was just another human; at least that’s what he tried to convince himself of.

The LED in the side of his head blinks as he does a facial scan, gaining her name, age, weight– he knew all of her personal information before she could even open her mouth.

“This is Y/N,” Hank says gesturing in her direction. “She’s going to be working the case with us from now on. Fowler thought we’d need more help.” He shrugs and sits down in the desk across from Connor. Y/N stands there for a moment, eyeing Connor, then she holds out her hand to him- it.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He hesitates a moment and then takes it.

“Hello, my name is Connor. I am the android sent by Cyberlife.” She smiles at his obviously programmed words.

“It’s always like that. You get used to the goofy voice after a while.” Hank mutters and the girl simply shrugs.

“I don’t know, I think I like his voice.” She laughs. Something goes off inside Connor. A small faint beep as letters appear in the corner of Connor’s vision, they’re quick to disappear– but he saw them. Software instability detected.

Connor’s brow furrows at the words but quickly puts his mind back to the task at hand. He turns to Hank as Y/N leans back on his desk, resting her hands against the cool surface. “What now, Lieutenant?” He asks and Hank groans but doesn’t say anything. “Hank?”

“Jeez, Connor! How about we don’t think about the case for right now-“

“But I have to finish my mission,” Connor cuts him off. “The faster we finish the faster I can leave you alone. That is what you want, isn’t it?” Y/N snorts a laugh quietly as Hank struggles to keep his tough exterior.

“N-no, I mean-“ Hank sputters. “How ‘bout you talk to Y/N for a while. You can bug her for a while.” With that Connor spins around to her and she looks down at him with a smile.

“Hello.” She says. Connor feels his temperature regulator rise in his cheeks. He hears a faint beep again but he ignores it. “What would you like to know?” She asks.

“Have you been apart of the police force for long?”

“No actually, I became a detective a few months ago. Graduated top of my class,” she crosses her arms over her chest proudly. “Fowler originally had me working with Gavin, but you could imagine how that went.” Connor cocks his head to the side.

“No… I couldn’t” She looks at him for a moment then laughs again, as the LED in the side of his head blinks yellow. “There have been reports of a possible deviant a few blocks away. Hank?”

Hank sighs and sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. “So much for getting to know her,” He grumbles. “Alright, fine. Pack your shit– lets move.”

+ + + + +

“Nobody’s supposed to be living here. But a neighbor said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap.” Connor says wandering up to the door and giving a quick knock. “Anybody home?” Hank shrugs when no one answers. “Open up! Detroit Police!”

There’s a thud and Y/N and Hank draw their guns in a deft motion.

“Stay behind me,” Hank says and kicks open the door. As he does, a myriad of pigeons flies into their faces. He curses as he starts to enter the home, waving off birds as they flock towards him. “What the shit?”

“RA9?” Y/N says, running her fingers through the paths of one of the mazes. “What is it.”

“It seems a type of god to the deviants,” Connor says from the other room. “There was evidence of this same kind of worship in Ortiz’s place.”

“Even androids have to believe in something.” She says, looking up at a hole in the ceiling. “Guys, I think he’s-” suddenly the deviant falls from the hole onto her, knocking her to the floor as he makes way towards the door.

“Y/N!” Connor cries, running to help her to her feet. “Are you alright?” She nods.

“I’m fine, I’m fine! Just get after him!” With that Connor’s gone, running down the target.

“Y/N! Let’s move!” Hank yells, running after him.

“We’ll never catch up to them! We need to go another way!” There was no way two humans would manage to get to two androids on foot, if they could they’d run until their power gave out and they just dropped dead. “The rooftops, can you make it?” Hank spins on his heel, offended at Y/N’s comment.

“I’m not that fuckin’ old-”

“Now isn’t the time to get defensive, Hank!” She shouts over her shoulder, turning a harsh right towards the buildings– keeping an eye on Connor and the deviant. Finally, there was a moment of promise, he was running straight towards a ledge, it would take him a minute to get going in a different direction. With Connor falling behind Y/N jumped to come and land right in front of the deviant.

“Freeze! If you stop now, maybe you won’t get hurt.” She says, raising her gun in front of her face. But he doesn’t, the deviant barrels straight towards her pushing her further and further towards the edge. Connor’s attention is stolen for a moment by Y/N’s scream as she begins to fall.

Suddenly glowing letters appear by Y/N’s hands, desperately clinging to the wall trying to pull herself up. Survival probability 89%. He had to finish his mission, Y/N would probably be fine, he must go after the deviant, but… damn it.

Connor runs towards her, grabbing her and pulling her up.

Software instability detected.

“Connor, he’s- he’s getting away.” She says shaking in his arms that were now wrapped around her backing her away from the ledge.

“I know. As long as you’re alright.”

“Your mission-”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asks. She nods bringing herself closer to his chest. “Good… good.”

+ + + + +

“Connor,” Amanda coos softly as Connor’s eyes open to the zen garden where he’d regularly make updates to Cyberlife. “How are you?”

“I am fine.” He says, walking up behind her as she gives a final spray of water to the beautiful rose bush that spanned up the fence and towards the sky. “Hank and I are working towards finishing the mission, we’re close I think.”

“Are you?” She says, her voice feigning sweetness as she turns to him, an insecure smile across her face. “Because that last deviant got away.” He looks away from her, the bush across from him suddenly becoming extremely interesting. “Who is that new girl that came in with Hank?”

“Her name is Y/N L/N. She has been assigned to work this case with Hank and me. She seems like a very hard worker-”

“Yes, that’s all well and good but who is she to you, Connor?”

“I… I like her.” Amanda gives a disapproving hum, turning her back on him. “L-like I said she’s a hard worker, I think she’d be helpful during the mission.” She says nothing, it’s like he’s not even there to her anymore. “There’s nothing more than that.” Still, more silence. “Amanda, I-”

“There have been minute malfunctions detected in your software, should Cyberlife be concerned?”

“N-no. Not at, all. Minor glitches, I have it under control.” She hums again.

“I expect positive reports the next time I see you.” Amanda turns to him, a disappointed scowl on her face. “Do not disappoint.”

+ + + + +

“What are you doing?” Connor blinks again and he’s back at the DPD, sitting across from Y/N as she nervously bounces her leg and bites at the skin around her nails.

“I am making a report to Cyberlife.” She nods silently, her eyes flitting away from his face and back to nothing. “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable-”

“No, no. You’re fine– it’s fine.” She says quietly. Hank has been gone for a while, probably giving his reports of the case to Fowler, perhaps also getting a drink. But it was just her and Connor for now. His LED blinks yellow again, as he looks at her. Her heart rate is elevated, her eyes seem to have glazed over, something is wrong.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asks and she looks up at him again. “You seem upset?”

“I… I’m fine.” Connor frowns at her and she rolls her eyes. “Stop acting like your seeing through me, I’m fine.”

“I cannot see through you.” He says bluntly. “But I can gauge how your feeling based on the scans that I take of you.”

She laughs. “You must be just the best date.” He makes a remark about not understanding and Y/N holds a hand up to stop talking. “You could have caught him.” She says quietly. “But you decided to save me. Why?”

“I’m not sure. Does it matter? You could have been hurt.” Her cheeks tinge pink.

“Thank you, Connor.” He offers her a small smile and a nod in return as the patter of rain hitting the station windows catches their attention. “Oh shit,” Y/N stands and collects her things. “I have to walk home, my car’s in the shop and-”

“I could walk with you if you’d like? I’d like to know that you got home safely.” Connor stands too, starting to follow her out the door.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Please, I’d like to.” They look at each other for a minute and then she finally says-

“Okay.”

Connor goes to the door, holding it open for her as they step out into the rain that was now starting to pour. Y/N’s damp hair begins to stick to her face as she starts to shiver. They aren’t walking very fast, though the heavy rain suggested that they should but here they were– strolling side by side as the rain poured over their bodies.

“You are cold,” Connor says inching closer to her, she shakes her head. “Here, let me,” Suddenly she can feel warmth radiating off of him, immediately relaxing into the newly found comfort.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” She laughs. “How’d you do that?”

“I have a thermal regulator in my system, occasionally I am able to adjust it for a period of time.”

“Won’t you overheat?”

Connor shakes his head, although he could see glowing signs, warning him about his internal temperature levels. She smiles gratefully at him as they continue to walk down the streets of Detroit. They walk in silence, the occasional honk of a car and the sound of their feet hitting the wet pavement was the only thing breaking it until they stop at the foot of an apartment building.

“This is me. Thank you again, Connor. You really didn’t need to do this.”

“It was my pleasure.” He smiles.

“Where are you going to go?” She asks and he vaguely gestures back towards the station. “That’s where you sleep?”

“I do not really need sleep. Occasionally I’ll reboot my systems but that tends to be the closest I get to it.” She laughs again and his thirium pump skips. “I will leave now,” Connor says, awkwardly starting to turn away from her.

“Oh, alright. Uh, Connor?” she stops him by his wrist and stands to press a kiss to his cheek. His pump was going crazy now. “Thank you, again.” She quickly looks away from him, a tiny smile playing at her lips as she walks up towards the door of her building. There’s a beep again. Louder, more urgent this time.

Software instability detected.

fandomimatrix:

Spoilers ahead.  You have been warned.

From the very beginning, it was obvious that Rose Quartz had something to hide.  The way she was always depicted with her eyes closed was a dead giveaway.  This odd and seemingly consistent character detail alerted the more skeptical fans that Rose wasn’t all she seemed.  

  First we have this extremely subtle (and important) bit of foreshadowing from the second episode of Season 1 (Laser Light Cannon).  Steven accidentally steps on a photo and cracks the frame.  In context, it’s not a big deal.  I’m sure a lot of fans have even forgotten about it by now.  And yet….

It seems the show was hinting at a lot more than anyone at the time realized.

The importance of depicting Rose with her eyes closed is that it conveyed a very important message:  Rose Quartz is not to be trusted.  She is hiding something. 

Lion 3: Straight to Video marks the first time Rose is depicted with her eyes open. It’s also the first time we’re not seeing her through the lens of someone else.  This is Rose Quartz at her most honest and open, revealing who she really is.  But throughout all of this, she is still the one holding the camera.  And for a good portion of the video, she’s pointing the camera at herself.  Even this, as raw and open as it is, isn’t Rose.  This is a look into Rose Quartz’s mind.  This is how she sees herself and the world around her.  It’s Rose as described by Rose.  Still not a complete story.  

From that point on, Rose’s eyes are open.  Her soul is exposed.  It becomes clear that she wasn’t a flawless, infallible leader.  But even as more of Rose’s past is revealed, we’re still seeing her mainly through the eyes of others.  The eyes of people who admired and loved her.

So where does the real Rose reside?  Where does the truest and most honest depiction of Rose live?  There is only one place.

Pearl’s mind.  Pearl, Rose’s most trusted confidant.  Pearl, who was closer to Rose than anyone else.  Pearl, who kept Rose’s biggest secret for thousands of years.  Pearl, who became the sole bearer of Rose’s former identity.

This is the real Rose Quartz.  Her eyes are open, she lives inside Pearl’s mind, and she’s completely different from how she’s been depicted up this point.  She is not at all the person Steven thought she was.

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Hi! Thank you so much- I never stick to one setting but a brush I’ve been liking a lot lately is this (the shape is from doxy’s pack which you have to purchase)

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