Just a 24 year old, Bisexual funeral services student here to vibe and post pics of The Kérbs, food I made, and any small accomplishments, and reblog things I hyper fixate on. Star Wars & X-Men fan
Personally I hate AI because it uses slave labor, is killing the planet and is making people stupid, but that's just me. The soulless art aspect is just one little piece of my grander disdain.
wait how does AI use slave labor? Do you mean the human works that are stolen and not credited or compensated? Because technically under capitalism everything is exploited but there are varying degrees
Aside from the scraping, AI tech companies, including openAI/chatGPT, have outsourced training their models to countries in the global south, specifically Kenya in openAI's case. These workers are working in sweatshop conditions for less than 2 bucks USD per hour. I'm on mobile, but if you search 'openAI Kenya slave labor' and related keywords, you can find multiple articles about it.
I think about this so goddamn often. Even the good uses are trained on slave labor.
Wambalo and other digital workers spent eight hours a day in front of a screen studying photos and videos, drawing boxes around objects and labeling them, teaching AI algorithms to recognize them.
Human labelers tag cars and pedestrians to teach autonomous vehicles not to hit them. Humans circle abnormalities in CTs, MRIs and X-rays to teach AI to recognize diseases. Even as AI gets smarter, humans in the loop will always be needed because there will always be new devices and inventions that'll need labeling.
Humans in the loop are found not only in Kenya, but also in India, the Philippines and Venezuela. They're often countries with low wages but large populations — well educated, but unemployed.
The pay for humans in the loop is $1.50-2 an hour.
"And that is gross, before tax," Wambalo said.
Wambalo, Nathan Nkunzimana and Fasica Berhane Gebrekidan were employed by SAMA, an American outsourcing company that hired for Meta and OpenAI. SAMA, based in the California Bay Area, employed over 3,000 workers in Kenya. Documents reviewed by 60 Minutes show OpenAI agreed to pay SAMA $12.50 an hour per worker, much more than the $2 the workers actually got, though SAMA says what it paid is a fair wage for the region.
It's destroying the environment. It's taking advantage of people who're desperate. It's traumatizing them for dollars an hour--if they're lucky and they aren't denied their pay for no reason. I think about this a lot, that these people were made to look at awful and disgusting and illegal things for the sake of training these stupid AI.
"I looked at people being slaughtered," Wambalo said. "People engaging in sexual activity with animals. People abusing children physically, sexually. People committing suicide."
Berhane Gebrekidan thought she'd been hired for a translation job, but she said what she ended up doing was reviewing content featuring dismembered bodies and drone attack victims.
[...]
SAMA says mental health counseling was provided by "fully-licensed professionals." Workers say it was woefully inadequate.
It's just absurd and disgusting and infuriating. Yes the good applications are worth humans working on. It's not a bad thing--if the people employed to do the work are compensated appropriately and cared for. But so many of the uses are just unnecessary.
It just. Sucks. And all they'd have to do to make it suck just a litte bit less would be to pay people appropriately, give them access to the counseling needs they have, treat them like human beings worthy of respect and care on a basic fucking level. It wouldn't resolve the environmental issues or the fact that people are thinking less and less for themselves in the name of getting all of their answers from gen AI but at least they could do one thing to make it a little less The Worst Thing Ever.
hey I loved the crosshair fic x gn reader that you did! it was really soft and comforting 🥺 and I saw the requests open so i wanted to try ask for something haha
maybe an one shot when the batch clocks crosshair's feelings for fem reader? and annoy him until he does something about it and confess haha
you don't have to do it but in case you do you can obviously take whatever liberties you want, thank u!!! have a good day/night <3
𖦏｡˚𑣲⋆｡˚ Dead Giveaway 𑣲⋆｡˚𖦏
𖦏 Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader
𖦏 Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: None! Pure Fluffy! Not proof read...
Authors Note: HEY!! TYSM for requesting this! I am soo sorry it took me so long to get this done for you. I absolutely loved the request and I super hope you love the fic! You are so kind <3 I have not written a lot of Crosshair so I hope this lands okay!
The field was long and gold and the Marauder sat at its far edge, where Tech had insisted would make it more difficult to spot from the air. This meant a ten-minute walk through knee-high grass with your bag over your shoulder and the afternoon sun trying its best to make you regret the detour into town.
You didn't actually regret it, though. The light out there was the kind that made everything look warm, the seed heads catching it sideways, the distant tree line going amber at the edges, and when the Marauder came fully into view you slowed down without meaning to, because the sun was hitting the hull at an angle that made the old ship look almost beautiful, the scratched plating shifting copper-toned where it caught the light.
You had been on enough long hauls aboard her to know exactly how she smelled inside and exactly where the bunk support dug into your shoulder if you slept wrong and exactly which step on the boarding ramp rang hollow under your boot, third from the top, every time.
She was not beautiful. But out there in the late afternoon, with the grass moving around your shins, she looked it.
You hitched your bag up and crossed the last stretch of field before your boots hit the bottom of the ramp with a clank. You made it just a few steps from the top when voices drifted down from the hold.
"Come on," said Wrecker, coaxing, "It's obvious! Even Tech noticed."
"I notice everything," Tech corrected.
"There's nothing to notice," Crosshair said flatly. "Drop it."
You stopped on the ramp.
"You literally cleaned her whole kit last week," Wrecker said.
"Her kit was a liability. The field dressings were expired. I didn't want to bleed out because she ran out of bacta mid-mission."
"Right."
"That is the reason."
"Sure it is," said Wrecker, slow and easy, "You also reorganized the whole crate."
Silence.
"Crosshair."
"Drop it, Wrecker."
Silence again, longer, and you set your bag down on the step and sit, because you would very much like to hear where this goes.
"For what it's worth," Tech said, "the reorganization improved average retrieval time by an estimated thirty seconds per item."
"Thank you."
"I wasn't finished. The question of why you did it remained, statistically speaking, open." You could practically hear Tech wagging his finger and adjusting his goggles.
A longer pause came from Crosshair this time.
"I did it," Crosshair said, flat as a blade laid on a table, "because the kit was a liability."
"Mhm," said Wrecker.
"Agreed," said Tech.
"Both of you," Crosshair said, "could leave."
"It's a common area."
"It could be a common area without you in it."
The conversation drifted eventually toward a supply manifest, and you picked your bag back up and walked through the door like you'd only just arrived, the third step from the top of the ramp creaking as promised. Wrecker's brows snapped upward when he saw you. Crosshair, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, looked at you and then lazily looked away.
"Hey," you said.
"Hey!" Wrecker, a beat too fast, too bright.
Crosshair said nothing. You were used to that.
Tech started it properly at dinner.
He waited until everyone was seated and the caf was poured, and then looked up from his datapad like he'd just remembered something.
"Did you know," he said, to no one specifically, "that sniper accuracy improves by a statistically significant margin when the specialist operates with a consistent support partner? The data suggests familiarity with a partner's movement patterns reduces micro-corrections during the shot cycle, improving hit probability by up to 2.3% at extreme range. The effect is most pronounced," he continued, tapping his datapad to turn the page, "when the two individuals share a degree of personal investment in each other's performance."
You glanced around the table until your eyes landed on Wrecker biting down on a smile so hard it was reddening his whole face. Hunter was looking at the ceiling. Echo had gone very still and it was overly obvious that he was pretending he wasn't paying attention.
"That's fascinating," you said, to your plate, because you needed to say something.
"Don't," Crosshair said.
You looked up. He was staring at Tech with the flat, patient expression of someone deciding where to aim.
"Don't what?" you asked.
"Encourage him."
"I just said it was fascinating."
Wrecker opened his mouth.
"Don't," Crosshair said, without looking at him.
Wrecker closed his mouth.
Tech, who had not been discouraged in the slightest, turned another page. "It's also worth noting that the psychological benefit appears to be bidirectional. Both the sniper and the support partner demonstrate reduced cortisol markers in the presence of—"
Crosshair set his fork down. Stood. Picked up his tray.
"I'm done," he said, to the room, and walked out.
You started to push your own chair back, but Hunter's hand came down gently on your forearm. His eyes met yours as he shook his head and you settled back into your seat.
The night stretched on as you found Crosshair seated outside under the hull. His eyes settled under furrowed brows, raking over the waving wheat in the field. It was clear his thoughts consumed him, and honestly, so did yours.
The entire Batch was acting strangely. Not too much more than usual, but still different. It was common for them to tease each other, but not common for Crosshair to leave instead of joining in.
Your boots padded quietly through the grass as you approached him.
“Whats wrong, Cross?”
His eyes traveled from the grain and over to yours, overall unhurried, as he rolled his toothpick to the other corner of his lips. He decided to give you silence.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay…”
“How touching.”
You huffed. He could be so blistering sometimes, the sharpness of him so reflexive. You couldn't help but feel your brows begin to knit together in response. Without waiting for his permission, you sat next to him, forcing him to shift in the grass.
The field moved in the dark. Tiny waves, like the furthest reaches of the ocean. "You could talk to me," you said. "You know that?"
Silence.
"They weren't trying to-."
"I'm aware of what they were trying to do." His voice was stern, unyielding.
He looked at you then, properly, and the last shred of light highlighted the lines of his face, the tattoo, the silver of his hair, and you looked back and waited because that seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.
Unsure of what to say, you didn't push it. After a while he looked back at the field, and you stayed where you were, chewing your cheek instead of breaking the silence between you.
Then the side hatch opened and light spilled out across the grass, Wrecker's silhouette filling the frame.
"There you both are," he said, satisfaction filling his wide smile.
"Go away, Wrecker," Crosshair said.
"We were just worried. Weren't we, Hunter?"
Hunter appeared behind him. "We were," he said, without a trace of apology.
Echo leaned past them both and looked at the two of you sitting in the dark grass and said nothing, which was somehow the loudest thing any of them had done all evening.
"Inside," Crosshair said. "All of you."
"It's a nice night," Wrecker said. "Thought we'd get some air."
"You don't need air."
Crosshair turned and looked at them for a long moment, his teeth grinding down on the toothpick.
"We're not trying to embarrass you," Echo said. "We're just tired of watching you be an idiot about it."
"Eloquent," Crosshair said.
"It's true," Tech said as he appeared behind them all, datapad in hand. "The statistical probability that your behavior toward her is motivated purely by operational concern is, at this point, essentially zero. I ran the numbers."
"You ran—"
He stopped himself. He knew his brother and there was no need to question this statement.
Crosshair looked at all four of them standing in the hatch, lit from behind, and then he looked at you, sitting in the dark beside him, and you looked back. Despite months with the batch, the expression he was wearing was once you had not yet learned to read. Then he said to the four of them, flat, "Go inside."
Wrecker opened his mouth.
"Now," Crosshair hissed.
They went, quickly disappearing from view with the clang of Wrecker tripping over something.
The two of you watched as they left before Crosshair sighed, rubbing his eyes and returning his solemn gaze to the field. The toothpick moved to the other side of his mouth as the moment settled back into quiet. You looked at the side of his face and waited, before turning to see the grain move in its slow waves once again.
To your surprise, it was Crosshair who decided to break it.
"You've been here three months," he said.
"I have."
"You're not going anywhere."
You looked at him quizzically. "No. I'm not."
He was quiet again for a moment, jaw working slightly, like the words were being selected with the same care he gave to his aim. "I'm not good at this."
"At what?"
He gave you a look that said he wasn't going to answer that, and somehow the not-answering was itself an answer, and you felt something settle low in your chest.
"You don't have to be good at it," you said.
"I'm aware… That doesn't make it less aggravating."
You couldn’t fight the smile that pulled at your lips. "What do you want, Crosshair?"
He looked at you then, and you could see the moonlight and the field and the shine of the hull in his eyes.
"You already know," he said.
"I want to hear you say it."
His eyes stayed on yours, steady, and the toothpick went still at the corner of his mouth, and he said, low, "I think you're a good match for me."
You waited.
"I've thought about it for a while," he said. "I don't say things I don't mean."
The grass moved between you both. You reached over and took the toothpick from the corner of his mouth, and he let you, his eyes tracking the movement and then coming back to yours, and he didn't move away.
You leaned in and kissed him, quiet and careful, and he went completely still for a moment the way he went still before a shot. His lips were surprisingly soft, but his stillness distracted you from this fact. You didn’t fully take in the sensation until his hand came up and curved around the back of your neck, drawing you back toward him.
From inside the ship, Wrecker's voice split the night like a thermal detonator, "YES—" and then Hunter's immediate sharp "Wrecker" and something that sounded like an elbow finding its mark, and then Tech, at full conversational volume, observing that the exterior plating on this side of the Marauder offered, from an acoustic standpoint, almost no useful insulation.
Crosshair pulled back just enough to look at you, the field dark around you both.
"I'm sending all of them out the airlock," he said.
"You'd miss them."
The corner of his mouth moved.
"A little," you offered.
"Don't push it," he said, and kissed you again, unhurried and certain, in no particular hurry to stop.
Helloski! I absolutely love your head cannon posts!you single handedly are getting me back into writing!!
I was wondering if you'd be willing to do kink head cannons for The Batch (And anyone else you'd like, it's so hard to choose between the commanders for me) particularly kind of what they're into as a top V. That they're into as a bottom ? (If you haven't already) Please and thank you! I leave you this lovely candle lite dinner in exchange
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mmmmm i thank you kindly for it 😋
WE’RE GETTTING KINKY IN THE HOUSE… the ship… the barracks… i’m so bad at talking i’m sorry.
i LOVE that you asked about how they’d be as a top v. bottom because i honestly can’t imagine a ton of clones being tops all the time (even though that is the persistent male character prototype in today’s media…). i definitely think some clones fox would be control freaks but the bad batch prob aren’t. they’ve never not once in their lives followed the rules so lowkey anything goes with them. bunch of switches. all of them. they def have preferences but like. switches.
hunter
ok lowk he’s kinda vanilla. well, my imagining of him is if you’ve read any of my fics.
it’s not that he’s opposed it’s just that it’s taken him a long time to get comfortable with sex.
hunter’s hot okay everyone lost their SHIT when the bad batch debuted and most fics i see assume he’s somewhat experienced cause he’s hot
WHICH IS VALID CAUSE BRO IS SMOKING.
but i would like to explore the other route.
taking his enhanced senses into consideration, i wonder if he might have taken a while to lose his virginity just due to getting overstimulated easily and not wanting to deal with all the complications and awkwardness. he has shit to do anyway.
once physically comfortable with intimacy (presumably by the time you roll along), i think he’d be open but cautious to trying anything.
i think he’d be into some sensory play, isolating your sight or your hearing. he definitely has POWERFUL noise cancellation devices that lessen his advanced hearing by half but would completely mute yours.
it’s so interesting to see you unaware of he’s going to do, he gets a huge kick out of seeing you twitch nervously when he touches you after blindfolding you. like a cute little bunny. he thinks it’s crazy that you CANT hear anything. yeah his hearing is THAT enhanced.
i don’t think he’d be super rough, but i think he’d drag out the sensory play for a very long time. especially because when you have earplugs in and can hear… little to nothing around you, you get very loud cause you have no sense of what your volume is, and he likes that. (as long as his own ears are protected)
he enjoys it too, he likes isolation because he can basically just shut off one of his senses that bothers him and focus on FEELING.
i can imagine a blindfolded, sound deprived partner sitting between his legs, cuddled with one of his arms as he fingers them silently for a while, forcing them to solely focus on the sensation.
i also think hunter would like hearing you moan as confirmation he’s doing things right. once he realizes you’re stifling it, he’ll ask you to wear the earplugs more often so he can hear you and know just how good he’s making you feel.
which… plays into the next note on my hunter agenda.
he’s a major sucker for praise. he loves being told he’s doing well, how handsome he is, how much you love his cock, you get the idea.
clones have… no sense of how attractive they are. that’s a universal headcanon i have. except maybe fives who thinks he’s hot stuff and the occasional cocky shiny, clones generally think they’re average. like. cody has no idea his scar is sexy, he’s just like “eh, at least people will know it’s me”
they also get a lot of body dysphoria due to the fact that… they look identical. they want to be their own person with their own body. that’s why they dye their hair and get ridiculous tattoos.
now hunter knows he’s not bad looking, he GETS girls (i also hc that he gets catcalled on missions in like a funny way) but he doesn’t think he’s anything special.
but of course y’know most of us tumblr whores think he’s the hottest cunt on kamino, so…
yeah he is FLOORED by the amount of things you say to him just. wowed. flattered.
and… extremely turned on. this is when he slips from the top to the bottom… hunter is definitely the leader and the caregiver in his batch so he naturally assumes that role in bed kinda without considering there’s another alternative
my boy just needs to let his hair down tbh. he could use a good topping.
but praise absolutely melts him, his movements grow sloppy
his grip on you gets tighter at the initial spurt of pleasure and then weaker as he processes what you said and what it means
you berate him with kind words (oxymoron lol) until he’s almost shaking. then you offer to get on top for a while, to which he immediately agrees.
“So pretty, perfect boy, my perfect sergeant. So good, so handsome…”
he could probably orgasm just from hearing you talk about him like that.
He loves the words that fall, choppy and breathy from your mouth as you ride him even if it’s repetitive sex-drunk garbage… (“So good, always taking care’f everyone, you’re so hot and no one appreciates you, do they? Well I do…” ) That last bit isn’t entirely true, but we all know it feels like no one appreciates us sometimes.
he knows he works hard and he knows he’s doing well, but let’s be honest, he and his brothers aren’t all lovey dovey with each other, not like the 501st is.
hearing you acknowledge everything he does AND pile sugar on top just lulls him into a loopy, submissive state.
he gets kinda puppyish, which is not how he usually is at ALL. definitely his soft side. definitely also that little boy that wanted shaak ti and 99 to be proud of him.
he loves it especially when you’re trying to fluster him because he can hear the intent in your tone and know that you mean everything you say.
tech
oh you KNOW he’s open to anything
i absolutely adore the idea that tech pulls the most girls in the whole gar
he’s the one that brings the kinks to you tbh
i also accept the headcanon that tech is a holoporn site warrior
he is clinical. he narrates like everything he’s doing and everything you do.
i’d assume that lowkey might get annoying at times
but luckily, there’s a solution to everything
i’m talking about gags and binds guys.
this is literally so stupid, he would come up to you like “i figured out a solution to your criticism” and then he’d freak out once you tied him up.
he’d be intrigued at first and then realize he wouldn’t be able to talk and he’d get pissed
but honestly it was weirdly refreshing for him. being restrained and being forced to calm down and take a step back ended up being a good thing
tech is a little too eager, and he can get to be a control freak about sex
which position is “superior” and the order of actions (MUST be oral and then penetrative and gets pissy about switching things up. god FUCKING FORBID a girl wants to get fingered)
the uncertainty of it did make him anxious but he ended up loving letting you take control. he didn’t think he’d like being surprised but when the surprise had him shaking and sweating and p u l s i n g with need… he made an exception.
the only other thing to do to get him to shut the fuck up is to praise him.
but like. differently. tech highkey reminds me of saiki k, physical beauty doesn’t really matter to him and most of the time he judges people solely off their personality. (techphee shippers, consider. doesn’t this open up a beautiful hilarious door? phee’s personality needs to be scientifically explored. she is such a queen, i love her and i love techphee)
what WILL get to him though, is if you praise his intelligence, his performance
he LIVES for
as a top, like i said, he’s a bit of a control freak but he’s still open to trying new things
he just has to be the one to orchestrate them… “no, cyar. lie like this… bend your knees. there. that is correct.”
he’s surprisingly rough, i think once he lost his virginity he kind of got addicted to the feeling and is still chasing that high
like many of the others in this fandom, i do accept the headcanon that he records everything
i bet he goes through the footage for hours, trying to take notes and observe what seemed to “produce the most optimal result” but ending up just getting hard
speaking of which i feel like he’d make you watch him touch himself and grin as you just got more and more horny.
#1 orgasm withholder. it’s for science. he wants to see how long he can keep you squirming and needy until you either get angry with him or just break down.
he wants to know if you’ll come harder the longer he postpones your orgasm
THIS is the stuff he actually takes notes on. motherfucker sets like a stopwatch trying to beat his last time. (record of 10 min so far, he’s hoping for 15)
he’s also one of those little shits who tries to get you to cum like at a certain time. like he counts down… y’know what i mean?
this is going to sound so bad but i feel like he’d also lowkey (highkey) be the most open to sharing a partner with one of his brothers.
ugh in conclusion tech is one kinky motherfucker.
wrecker
as a top, he is just
muah
incredible
so considerate and sweet but still sultry and sexy
#1 PUSSY EATER
IF HE COULD CHOOSE ONE WAY TO DIE IT WOULD BE UR FAT CUNT SUFFOCATING HIM.
i lowkey don’t know why he likes it so much but he gives off the strongest pussy eating vibes i’ve ever seen.
actually i lied i do know
he’s the mediator, he’s the glue that holds the batch together.
he NEEDS everyone to be happy, and he gets uncomfortable with conflict. (“okay, i’ll say it, i miss crosshair…”)
that kinda translates to him wanting to be EXTREMELY thorough in pleasing you.
also he likes the taste? like quite a bit
he’d be the type of guy to call ur pussy breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert depending on what time of day you were fucking
additionally just to make you laugh he’d call it a snack, munchie, girl dinner, and ‘just a little smth to tide me over’
if u ask me though he needs to be loved and pleased just as thoroughly
this will be mainly what i will be speaking about. wrecker needs to be topped and adored like catholics adore the FUCKING EUCHARIST
(i can say that im a victim of pre-synod-on-synodality catholicism)
he likes when you’re messy, sloppy.
if you’re nervous about him being inside you, i sincerely hope you make up for it with the best head ever to make ur man feel appreciated
i know people appreciate wrecker but also he needs more appreciation. guys. hunter and crosshair the most attention in this fandom and wrecker needs to be compensated for all the love he puts out in the world
grab his (rock hard) ass and give this man a goddamn lap dance he will be floating after you with cartoon heart eyes
l i c k h i s b o d y
i d c i f h e i s a l i t t l e h a i r y
lowkey would probably love foreplay, especially if you’re like just coming onto him like it’s the first time yall are meeting
he needs to be aggressively appreciated idfk what else to say
what i want is for you to be the annoying kinky couple like charles and genevieve from b99 or diane and elliot from big mouth
but like in a less satirical cringe way
wrecker gets a FUCKING kick out of you leaving hickeys on him.
he likes smth to show off to the boys. he’s so obnoxious about you too, he’s like “HUNTER LOOK” (hunter is contemplating death)
ur crazy if you don’t think he’s got a sexy mural of you on the marauder
SENATOR WHO???? (im sorry im sorry im so sorry ms. amidala ma’am)
i think wrecker likes dominant women
cause!!! where’s the fun in someone who’s scared of him??? he’s a big baby, not to mention the sweetest guy ever. he likes someone who can be sassy and short around his brothers so he doesn’t have to be (even when he reaaally wants to say something)
tie this man UP so he’ll finally be still and let you do the work
this is so random but i feel like he’d be one of those ppl who would like painting all over each other with like some safe kind of paint and then fucking and making a beautiful colorful mess
butt stuff.
idk a LOT a lot about it but i bet he’s down
he’d probably like being pegged or eaten
cause it’s like. an alternative to just having his dick sucked and then ridden over and over. i think he’d appreciate the variety.
don’t imagine him like whiny though that’s not him at all but i feel like when we usually talk about putting a cock in a man it leads to whimpering. no good boys here. this is the BAD batch. sorry. that came and i had to say it. i’m sorry. what am i doing…
nah wrecker is happy as a clam, he’s thrilled. he’s one of those big GROANers and he swears a lot but like excitedly “aw KRIFF there we KRIFFING GO!”
he also has no shame telling you what feels good, how great you’re doing
he just needs to be topped ok? his fucking back hurts from carrying this squad (metaphorically and literally) and single-handedly maintain morale.
crosshair
this piece of shit
i cannot stress enough that crosshair is not as smooth as he thinks he is
he had sex ONE TIME and considers himself the ladies man of the batch
wrong.
i bet he’s all talk until you’re like “okay, let’s take our clothes off!” and then he just goes q u i e t and hesitantly slides his shirt over your head
i think sexy crosshair needs to be unlocked
you, because you’re considerate stop him and are like “hey, are you okay? have you not done this before?”
and he gets all angry and defensive like ‘of cOuRsE i have, what did you think?’
he just needs to be encouraged lowkey
he’s secretly a fucking freak and for some reason he doesn’t want people to know
”some reason” i lied we know the reason. it’s cause he’s lowkey conceited. and shy. cause he KNOWS that he’s bullshitting when he teases you.
thank the fucking lord you’re a good person, because you keep the sexy mood going and aren’t overbearing about him being awkward.
“come and show me, then,” “prove it,” and “i don’t believe you” are phrases that motivate him to (for lack of a better word) be better (i guess?)
imo crosshair is kinda type-a like tech. he likes being in control of things, he likes things to be done CORRECTLY and gets pissed when they aren’t
but there’s also this sassy rebellious side of him that makes him so deliciously infuriating
he likes being on top. he likes being the sass-er, he likes outdoing people and seeing people stammer and gasp to find a comeback
he needs to be the one that’s doing it because he knows exactly what comes next and he controls exactly when he cums, when you cum, you get the idea.
he is THAT tease who annoys you into fucking him
he gets the biggest kick out of getting you all angry and then gaslighting you and telling you to shut up or he’ll make you
at first he does not like being a bottom, and that’s when his type-a need-to-do-it-right side comes out and you honestly don’t like it as much. he just wants to get back on top where he’s comfortable, his heart’s not in it, he’s trying to be as “good” and low drama as possible until you let him be in charge again
you definitely get fed up because who wouldn’t? let a switch be a switch? and you snap at him a little, which gets him very hard. and you start throwing the same lines at him that he uses on you, and it just unlocks this cheeky bratty side of him that’s so like the cross you know and yet so unlike him.
he realizes he kind of likes being a bottom, he just needs to FIGHT you. i mean, why does he tease the regs to the point of them brawling with him? to get a fucking reaction, to get attention. he’s a little brat.
i also feel like he’d get such a major fucking kick out of exhibitionism and public sex
like he was shy in the beginning but once he’s into it he is INTO IT.
kind of a dopamine addict tbh. he’s not a holoporn warrior like tech but he is highkey jorking it at least once a day. so once y’all get the awkward first time out of the way, he cannot fucking keep his thoughts or his hands to himself.
i can’t look you in the eye and tell you hunter would fuck you in the cockpit of the marauder. he’s not that kind of guy in my mind, he likes privacy, he likes his relationship being separated from his duty.
crosshair though? crosshair could not give a shit if his brothers hear you, he doesn’t care that you’re riding him in tech’s pilot seat, he doesn’t care that the room is probably going to smell like fluids and have some suspicious dried white stuff on the edge of the console.
he’s shameless once he really gets into it.
he’s a big ass guy. i think he’d let you stick some stuff up his butt. as long as he could put stuff up yours.
i bet he’s a toy guy too. i feel like he’d have one of those remote control vibrators or some shit.
echo
all echo wants is his old body again. istfg he used to be so vain about his looks
look at that clean cut man in the 501st, he knew he was a stud
he’s kinda angry when he fucks you, lowkey impaling you trying simultaneously to regain the part of himself he (thinks he) lost and completely wreck you to the point you’re sobbing and begging for him
because he wants to be wanted and drooled over
this is not to say that he can’t be soft and sweet and kind, because that is undeniably a part of echo.
but i don’t think we explore how fucking nASTY echo’s mind is past his Polite If A Little Grumpy Manly Man You Can Bring To Dinner With Your Dad facade
dawg he served under the most LAX general in the whole GAR, you best believe he got used to being able to do whatever the fuck he wanted
now he has to be RESPONSIBLE for a bunch of SHELTERED and SMELLY clones with a FUCK ton of attitude.
he’s gotta get all his feelings out somehow and it ain’t gonna be sweet
hella fucking dominant I DONT GIVE A SHIT
he’s also like. #1 orgasm denier, will edge you until you’re crying
i kinda feel like he’d eventually develop some kind authority kink but he’s not even a fucking commander or anything so maybe that’s completely baseless.
inner mando- fucks with the helmet on sometimes. initially it was because he was nervous to get all up close and personal. you’ve heard his self deprecating comments in the first season of tbb. he acts tough but he’s struggling. he has to find this balance between doing what needs to be done (esp after omega) and trying to get back in touch with himself.
this is gonna sound so bad (idfk how to phrase it because i’m running on 2 hours of sleep, 1 nap, and doritos and I just had two theater tech weeks FOR TWO SEPARATE FUCKING SHOWS) but i think he’s always really liked those sweet innocent kind of people. not like virgins because I think that’s creepy and I’m a biased bitch
but like. sweet “assume the best” kinds of people whose world he can totally shake up. like. it’s not corruption… like echo is obviously an ethical person. he’s just still kind of a cocky shiny at heart. that’s mostly the point of this.
like crosshair, he doesn’t CARE who hears or where you are. if someone walks in, he looks them in the eye and stares them down, CONTINUING to fuck you as they scramble to leave.
he’d lowkey get a kick out of a little voyeurism too. in the 501st he was kind of the ‘immature shiny’ with fives and hardcase and stuff, and he gets a KICK out of the batch being kind of impressed by him and how much he’s seen the world.
bottom line, he’s SUPER SUPER dominant at first but after your relationship deepens, he evens out, he calms down. he lets you take charge.
he does end up really liking you using HIM for pleasure, riding his thigh, seeing what you can do with that metal arm, ykykyk. it makes him feel wanted and loved.
also aftercare is the best with him. he is def one of those guys who’s energy TANKS after the deed is done
so there are a lot of lazy, blissful moments which is hilariously ironic, considering you two absolutely traumatized hunter who has been trying to go to sleep for the past hour.
he’s very cuddly and sweet, he will lowkey do a complete 180 from being controlling, he will nuzzle like a little cat into your arms
i feel like i’m making him sound kind of like a psycho, i swear to gawd, he is not. he’s a good person. he’s super attentive and kind and will be your #1 cheerleader
I saw Hoppers last night. Despite the rumors, the environmentalism themes were still blatant. They didn't turn to the camera and say "DESTROYING NATURE IS BAD MKAY" but the movie is still very environmentalist; it's more like Pom Poko (explicitly cited as inspiration for the film) than Ferngully.
The movie also has a very optimistic worldview and promotes restorative justice over punitive justice. Killing the mayor would not save the glades, because a new mayor would simply continue to build the freeway anyway. They had to make the mayor care, to see things from an animal's point of view. Heck, Mabel even outright states that everyone has good inside them.
And also, it shows us the banality of evil. Mayor Jerry isn't some cackling supervillain who actively hates animals. The sonic trees are awful, yes. But also, he's just Some Guy. He loves his mom, sings and dances by himself, eats pancakes, etc. He mostly cares about getting good PR.
Titus shows us what happens when extremism pretends to be progressive but is ultimately self-serving. He didn't care about the other animals. He waited for his mom to die, he even called her old and weak. He wanted insects to reign supreme over all other animals. His anger at the humans was righteous, but really, he only cared about himself.
The movie is primarily comedic, but also has sad moments and a very dark and intense climax. It didn't feel autobiographical to me. But then, We Bare Bears is like Daniel Chong's autobiography. Much as I like the movie, I still feel as though something was cut that would have made the movie even better.
these cats are displaying remarkable theory of mind skills by not only registering that the humans can perceive them but actively trying to manipulate that perception! that requires one to be aware that other individuals have complicated interior thoughts of their own, to know that those thoughts are not always based on truth, and to quickly decide on the best possible “lie” for the situation. this is why I despise animal intelligence tasks based on obedience— some of the most clever moments stem from intelligent disobedience.
Watching the clone wars as a military brat, especially as someone who’s been on a tiger cruise (take your kid to work day but it’s like a week long and on a navy ship) is surreal because it’s so accurate to military behavior.
Stupid nicknames usually related to something embarrassing or just the thing they’re most associated with.
“Alright men what’s the problem, I’m missing dinner.” -Anakin. Word for word quoting my uncle.
Random solidarity with the enemy. One pilot for some middle eastern country regularly flew by a a ship solely to ask for his (U.S.)college basketball team’s scores. And he usually got them.
“Everything is fine in the hanger sir”
The hanger: $8,000 of tax dollars in damages
Randomly dissing their commanding officers in front of them but it’s fine because they’re off duty.
“We have a strictly professional relationship.” They’re best friends and have literally forged each other’s signatures so their spouses can give them a surprise vacation.
Covering for each other so they can call their spouses. Even though everyone knows exactly what is going on.
The “totally secret” room of contraband.
Swapping name tags/armor to cover for someone because they can’t tell you apart in the uniform
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