diamond city's most effective detective

nick valentine asks, reactions, and aesthetic • long form rp is on indefinite hiatus but the old bot is happy to chat • est. 9/2016

[yesterdaysprint]

The Mansfield News, Ohio, November 5, 1914

[athingforantiques]

So, uh, I know we don't like to talk about this kind of stuff, but it's important to not be too embarrassed to tell your mechanic.

I found a big bump on one end of my battery this morning. Tests came back positive. Hope it's not terminal. ...

... boy, you folks are a tough crowd.

[athingforantiques]

[kitsuneona]

I am in a Film Noir >:3

[chester-benningtons]

[athingforantiques]

Okay, sure, but you don't have to just sit there and wait for it. If your battery is leaking or looks puffy, replace it. And don't use sharp tools to get it out of there, either. Exploding is only "normal" if you neglect yourself.

Yeah, I learned that the hard way. Smart-ass.

[lucilleandherrobots]

In the Institute...

Lucille (sole): *passes by a gen 2 synth. Only catches the eyes* Nick?! *turns*

Gen 2: *blank emotionless stare. Face looks completely undamaged*

Lucille: ...No... of course he wouldn't be here. *sadly* They'd probably take him apart to study him. Or destroy him. Or both.

Gen 2: *robotically* Is something the matter, ma'am?

Lucille: Nothing. You wouldn't understand. *continues to explore*

Gen 2: *watches coldly as she leaves*

[athingforantiques]

And she thought I couldn't pull off an undercover job.

[yesterdaysprint]

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, December 13, 1896

[athingforantiques]

You need a heat gun, a suction cup and a bunch of spudgers, and a really big Philips-head screwdriver.

If you see a sticker that says "warranty void if removed", toss it. I don't think those were ever legally enforceable.

[columboscreens]

[tendermimi]

— Mary Oliver, From the book of time

[yesterdaysprint]

Muncie Evening Press, Indiana, February 12, 1921

[thatwhichdoesnotsuffer]

“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”

—Simone Weil

[yesterdaysprint]

The Tatler, England, October 2, 1907

[rainstormdragon]

[stlamb]

“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz

[the-truth-within-the-lie]

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

'It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

-The Velveteen Rabbit

[martha-dobie]

columbo and dog in grand deceptions (1989)

[headspace-hotel]

Look at all the fucks I DO give

[headspace-hotel]

Look at them. Look at all the fucks I give. I have stopped letting my field lie barren and have begun to cultivate and to nourish and to grow. Behold the field where I grow my fucks, and see that it is green again, tentative and struggling but in bloom. I have realized that the enemy is apathy. That the sickness of our world is not the few who will commit evil, but the many that will look away. I have realized there is nothing of strength or resistance in letting the dirt crack and parch in a time of drought.

So I have chosen, bucket by heavy bucket, to water this ground, to work day by day with dirty nails and aching limbs to nurture fragile green leaves to struggle against the sun. I have chosen to care because the desert heat will not.

I have chosen to struggle against this remorseless wasteland. Behold the field where I grow my fucks, and see that the fruit is ripening! Tomorrow hungry people will pass, starving not for want of food, but starving for someone to care.

And behold, I will open up my gate to them. I have chosen. If I can, when I can,

I will give a fuck.

[tchaikovskaya]

sometimes its just like *street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt at night* maybe life isnt so ugly after all

[miss-chicken]