Oh I dunno Casey how about getting rid of the completely transparent objectification.
Can I call for a tumblr-bombing? Do I have that power?
Also, getting rid of Casey Hudson (◡‿◡✿)
also getting rid of Casey Hudson
a whole main questline of black people getting rid of Casey Hudson.
that’s some artistic integrity I can get behind
a game where Steve Cortez finally gets to turn on some lights.
Steve Cortez gets rid of Casey Hudson by turning the lights on and sending him screaming back to his lair.
2 hours of Thane and Jacob standing in a corner of Casey Hudon’s room and staring accusingly.
sending Casey Hudson into a gunfight in stiletto heels wearing nothing but spandex and heavy make up
While Thane, Jacob, black people, the female cast and female aliens all watch on accusingly
“This is for the good of the galaxy, son. These people want retribution, and they’re going to get it.”
Anderson grimly placed the pistol into Hudson’s quivering hands, and shoved him toward the field. His beady eyes, lined heavily with black and shaded by a garish orange, were filled with fear and revulsion by turns. The galaxy had been saved and order restored, by headcanons big and small, but there was still the matter of justice. Justice demanded this of Hudson, in a football stadium with billions watching on the OmniNet.
Justice in the form of a row of dark-skinned women in N7 armor standing strong on the field. Some bore scars, some were tall and some were short, but not one could stand the trifling motherfucker in front of them, and all of them were very heavily armed. This much was true.
Their stares—and targeting sights—drilling into him, Hudson made tentative steps onto the field of battle, gingerly picking his way across the pitch toward cover on perilously tall heels, stumbling to the cheers and laughter of the crowd. He panted, the tight spandex catsuit he wore making it difficult for him to breathe.
A shadowy figure emerged from seemingly nowhere, a faint grin etched upon green lips. “Perhaps I should call a doctor. You look…unwell.”
A second figure emerged, flicking an amp down into its socket, his deep brown eyes narrowed into a contemptuous glare. “But maybe this’ll teach you some respect for the women paying your bills.”
“Kalahira take you. If she finds you worthy. She is female, after all.”
Hudson yelped like a small dog as he went careening across the field in a cobalt blast.