I’ve been saying that since I was young! The concept behind archaic superheroes is scientifically impossible to begin with, but the titles they were given made it even worse. A man with spider powers is named “Spiderman,” a man with super-powers is named “Superman,” and a guy in a metal suit is named “Ironman” - which, to the educated mind, translates to FEmale. They should’ve hired a scientist to check their work before they released it to the public.

I’m glad the cast of The Steel Samurai and The Pink Princess got it right; those names are obvious, but not too obvious. Older heroes are an insult to our collective intelligence as an audience! Did they think we wouldn’t realize the guy who climbs up walls and swings from a thread has spider powers or something?!

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(Wow, I got way too angry over this…)

(Hmm, I haven’t checked my personal e-mail since the 13th. I guess I should probably do that before I close up shop for the night…)

…

(That’s actually hilarious…)

(More time-shifts? Have I unknowingly moved to Cardiff or something?)

Um… Hello, younger me!

Lana’s doing well. She’d be happy to know that you asked about her.

I hope you’re studying hard and paying attention in class. No slacking off, okay? A mind is a terrible thing to waste!

{mod disappeared for a few days because she wasn’t feeling well and when she came back there were no new messages in her inbox.

mod cried that day. (true story not really)

on a more serious note, I need messages, guys! I’m don’t tag my posts with things like #ace attorney or #ema skye, so I don’t get followers unless they happen upon my blog in another way. that means I need a lot of activity from those of you who know I exist!

I’m sorry I’m such an unreliable blog owner, but knowing that people are waiting on my posts will inspire me to myself over to the blog and get into the mood to answer questions regardless of my mental or physical state. ;_; I wanna make you guys happy and have fun while doing it!

YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE, EVERYTHING I DO, I DO IT FOOOR YOOOU~

- detmod}

Nye, without a doubt.

In my highly educated opinion, that shouldn’t even be a question.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. Today is both an excuse to eat candy without worrying about retaining the calories and an obligation to give gifts to others, so I guess it’s a pretty balanced holiday, scientifically speaking.

Don’t worry about me. I’ll stay at the precinct and do some extra work…

… Alone…

(Okay, that was good. I’m not going to admit it, though.)

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(Who could’ve sent me this…?)

askkristophgavin:

[Kristoph turns his back to the two-way mirror that looks in on his cell.]

(How exactly do you expect me to do that in this state?)

I see. Do me a favor and don’t come in the lab coat next time, or just keep the two-way mirror off. For a moment there, I thought you had come to kill me.

It almost sounds like you’re expecting some sort of courtesy from me.

You hurt people that I love, Gavin, and you’ve killed in cold blood. Don’t like the coat? You’d better get used to it.

Although it pains me to admit this, it’s not my job to off you, anyway. Just try not to annoy me and maybe I won’t sacrifice my position for a chance to throttle you.

{and then, ema srs’d. - detmod}

I’m glad you’ve been listening to your daddy! Keep up the good work, okay?

I used to play a lot of games when I was your age, but now I spend most of my time at my job. Scientific investigation is more fun than a game, though, so I do that instead.

I’m sure I’ll get to play with you some day, though!

askkristophgavin:

…Detective Skye…?

…What brings you here…?

((Welcome back~ —Krismod))

I’m keeping a close eye on you, scientifically speaking. Someone has to make sure you don’t ruin any more lives.

{thank you kindly! <3 - detmod}