#I'm just very weary of discourse.

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[littlest-bugz]

. introduction post .

Hello!

My name is BUGZ ! I am a bodily 21 year old [polyfragmented] DID system. We collectively have ADHD, Autism, OCD and a few other comorbid disorders. They all affect our day to day, but we will likely only post about our experiences as a DID system. Collectively we use they/he/she pronouns!

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About Us !

OUR FREQUENT FRONTERS !

As of Recently, we've been in a state of Resolution/Functional Multiplicity. Things don't really change much around here anymore. We do have a collective identity, which is the body's identity itself [though we did have someone split off based on the collective identity].

We collectively identify as transmasc, bigender, panalterous, omni oriented demirose, and ambiamorous ! This is an agreed upon identity the entirety of The Crew and Co. and is essentially for the body itself. Names, pronouns, genders and sexualities all vary from alter to alter individually.

On our page, you will find. . .

Lots of reblogs on random topics and hyperfixations

System Content [Mostly Text Posts and half-baked, lazy memes]

Original userboxes, blinkies, stamps. [The link to my hoards are below!!!]

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Before you interact. . .

Our account may not be fully SFW, but we never reblog or post explicit material. I have a bad swearing problem, and due to my trauma, I have a hard time telling what is socially acceptable in regards for entirely being SFW. It's something I'm working on, but please be weary! We don't mind agere and petre engagement, just please know my blog is more skewed for mature audiences.

We almost never tag who is posting! We try, but it causes a lot of anxiety for a good amount of us. Please don't ask us to sign off our posts, as we feel it invades our boundaries. We're willing to give pronouns, but we generally try to keep our names more private.

We are endo apathetic. We honestly do not care if endos exist or not, we are just vibing in our own space. We only care about the misinfo on CDDs that is being spread. PLUS anyone is welcome on our blog as long as they don't drag us into any discourse/syscourse, aren't promoting misinformation, and/or being a generally bad or gross person.

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If you intend to ask about stances on discourse. [note: I'm always willing to be open to new lines of thinking and new ideas, as well as be corrected for any misinfo I may accidentally spread, but if you're going to talk down to me because I don't know or don't believe what you believe, I will block you. Speak to me as an equal or don't speak to me at all.]

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[qqueenofhades]

My partner and I have a good friend from uni who has become really involved in the Gaza war online. It’s quite impressive, the amount of research and time they’ve put into it. We haven’t talked about it a lot, mostly because we haven’t been talking as much lately with how busy things have been personally, but today they sent my partner and I, out of the blue, a tiktok video explaining the “no commitment movement” (and I can’t help but bristle a little to hear it called a movement) and a link to a website explaining how to register to vote (as if we have never been politically active and conscientious of that in all the years we’ve known each other). I’m a little frustrated, and alarmed, because I hadn’t realized how much they’ve taken to the online left’s discourse, but perhaps I should’ve seen it coming. That said, I know they mean well, and I know I can’t just change their mind. But I’m going to go back and review some of the asks that’ve come through your inbox recently just so that I’m ready in case things escalate in the group chat. Just wanted to share this with you to say thank you for keeping things sane over here in this small corner of the internet. I’ve pulled back from almost all social media in recent weeks because I’ve become more and more aware of how easily folks online can get a reaction out of anyone, and I’m weary of being caught in those emotional traps. Your insight always reminds me to slow down and think things through for more than just a few seconds before having a reaction. I think we can all agree that your work is admired and appreciated, Hilary!

Thank you, that means a lot to me. As it can often feel like draining the proverbial ocean with a straw to even remotely attempt to combat the misinformation, fear-mongering, and bad-faith attacks flying around every corner of the political internet right now, I'm glad to hear that you appreciate the work (of all kinds) that goes into those posts and you find them useful in having direct conversations with people who have been sucked down the propaganda rabbit hole in one way or another. After all, that is what I hope to do when I take the time to answer asks and construct arguments even outside of my very demanding full-time academic job, and why I continue to do it even when it can be tiring and taxing. I appreciate this kind message and I hope you're able to use whatever materials of mine that you can. :)

[wishing-stones]

Would you say that your blue is like fanon swap Sans (basically infantilized) or like dream in that he’s not super childish?

Aha, yeah, this discourse. Gonna readmore for length and because I touch on this subject in the fandom. If you don't want "fanon vs canon blue" discourse, this is your signal to bail.

My Blue is playful, but he's very much an adult skeleton and makes sure everyone knows it. He's an optimist, outgoing, excitable, and energetic, but he absolutely knows when it's time to buckle down and get serious.

He can be pretty childish and even irresponsible if he gets caught up in some of Ink's antics, especially, but he's spent too much time outside of his own world, witnessing others, that he's actually quite grown up. He's seen the worst of the multiverse... and the best. While Dream doesn't like to saddle him with the burden of helping him with the positivity balance, Blue kind of... takes it upon himself.

He's still a Sans, though, so this comes with a certain level of melancholy as well. He's seen enough circumstances in different AUs to wonder if his is going to be one of the ones (or, more accurately, his timeline) that makes it to the surface or not, and that bothers him. It's like having the answer in plain sight and within your reach, but you aren't allowed to touch it. Maybe if he helps others, it will make him feel better about his own uncertain future.

(And then he gets burnt out)

Overall, though, I'd say he's just an excitable, playful person who chooses to believe in the good in people and would rather give them the benefit of the doubt than strike before being stricken.

He'll still get you with the whoopee cushion

That being said, if he's in his home world without being in contact with Ink and Dream, he's a pretty upbeat guy who believes everyone can be a good person, if they just try. If they don't, though, well, he did give them a chance. He'd rather wield "I'm so disappointed in you" than his blasters, but he will put the hurt on someone who threatens what he loves. He's no naïve innocent in this regard; but he's also not the constantly cautious, depressed, tired nihilist. He's an optimist who errs on the side of caution.

Also, while I don't really have a dog in this race, everyone can portray him however they want to. If they want the childish ball of sunshine Blue? Awesome. If they want a more world-weary, no-nonsense Blue? Good on them. I honestly don't know what everyone has their britches in a bunch over-- if you don't like what you're seeing, make what you want to see. That's my two cents on this nonsense, anyway.

tl;dr, he's kind of in the middle because he's a multi-faceted character and I like giving my characters (or my takes on characters) more than one note to play.

[impunkster-syndrome]

The more I just simply lurk in the Anti RQ tags the more I'm thankful I did have my meltdown/episode, because what the FUCK are people in the anti community doing?! (🎐)

You be very fucking spot on 'bout how both sides of the discourse are just shitty and more shitty. I'm thankful our primary host decided to stay away from this shit now, because DAMN. People dead ass be horrible for fucking real.

Distrust and weariness because of a fear of being backstabbed again really told us to fucking stay the hell away, now- and I only know of this shit bc Pri Host likes lurking to see what the hell happening.

- ⭐ (🎐's Secondary Host)

Everyone's a kid that doesn't know shit about systemic oppression outside queerness and everyone there is an asshole. I don't bother to look anymore and the "discourse" labels and emoji codes just tell me that people are too pussy to actually say their beliefs to people.

Whatever is happening, I'm staying out of it like I have for a while. Not my problem anymore.

[kiridarling]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒

izuku midoriya | ft. ceo!au + praise + exhibitionism + breaking and entering + body worship + f!reader + more! minors dni.

— 3.8k words

“When I saw you this evening, in that ballgown, I knew I just had to have you. But I can't be a gentleman for much longer, as much as I'd like to."

You’ve always hated Chopin.

“L’œuf mimosa, Madame?”

After turning down the poor waiter whose arms quiver under the weight of the plates, you turn back to your red wine and people-watching. The ballroom is full of golds and reds, the amber lighting illuminating the intricately decorated walls. And you sit in the middle of it all—you and your 147 billion net-worth, with a ball gown that’s caught at least half the aristocratic asshole’s attention, not that they were very loyal to their wives in the first place.

You're not here for their attention, though. You’re strictly here for business—and frankly, you want to do nothing more than sock these fat business moguls in their chubby faces until their teeth fall out and demand they pay their taxes. But, seeing as you’re the only woman here who isn’t a gold-digging wife, you bite your tongue.

You’ve always dreaded black tie events, but as you’ve said, duty calls.

A whine filters through the speakers, followed by two amplified taps and a clear of a throat. The murmur down as the auction's owner takes the center of the stage, stilling in front of the next piece of art—hidden behind a black veil—before adjusting the tie to his business suit.

“I’m glad that you all could be with us tonight. I have both a great privilege and honor to host this event,” he announces, bulbous head already growing damp under the heat of the stage lights. “Now that we're almost at the end, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Saving the best for last, as one does."

He includes a casual wave to his comment and the audience erupts in a flurry of chuckles, though not for long. As he walks over to the piece, hand raised and ready to reveal, silence seizes the room by the neck.

"Well. Shall we?”

The audience balances on the edges of their seats, with millions of wide eyes and thrumming chests in anticipation. A smooth flick of a hand and the black sheet is removed, and there sits the only piece you’ve had your eyes on all night. She’s even more beautiful up close.

“El Bacio, The Kiss. Francesco Hayez, 1859.”

The grip around your glass tightens. The brilliant blue from the woman’s dress in the oil painting may as well burn your eyes, and the surrounding murmurs peak with your interest. You know it's yours without question, though—you can outbid almost anyone in this room. Anyone that matters, anyway.

“This is the original version, originally commissioned by Count Alfonso Maria Visconti of Saliceto. It was donated to the Pinacoteca di Brera in 1886 and went missing in 1937. Starting at ten million.”

You try not to scowl. The fucker jacked up the price by two million.

“Twelve million,” the man says as he recognizes whoever lifted a hand. You sit tight, your hands throbbing in your lap for the right moment as you survey the room for anyone who could possibly pose a threat. You find none.

The bidding continues. The price elevates from twelve million to fifteen to thirty to fifty. You raise a hand, finally, fingers splayed wide and confident to signify a five.

“Fifty-five million.”

The room falls silent; you try not to smile. You know for a fact no one wants this painting more than you do, and you’re determined to have it.

“No one else?”

His eyes scan the room but no one makes a motion. It’s yours.

Until there’s movement from your peripheral.

“Sixty million!”

You eye whoever had the audacity to raise their hand, only to be met with a rather peculiar sight—a man, roughly your age, with slicked-back green hair and a hand twice the size of yours, lifted lazily in the air.

With a huff, you find yourself thrusting another five into the air.

“Sixty-five millio—Seventy million!”

You know that green-haired (probably) trust fund baby has got to be doing this for fun because the poorly hidden smirk hidden behind the hand he rests his chin on is more than obvious.

You dislike him already, immediately categorizing him with the rest—another sleazeball.

“Seventy-five million!”

“Eighty million!”

“One hundred million!”

In your defense, you were getting frustrated.

Either way, the green-haired stranger backs off with a nonchalant shrug, and it makes you burn this discontent. The business mogul-turned-auctioneer steps off the stage for another twenty-minute intermission and folks turn to one another for conversation. You sigh, simply satisfied that you’ve gotten what you came for.

You find yourself faintly puzzled by the boy with the green hair, and you're sure it's solely due to his age. Frankly, you've been the only one under thirty in the Top 100 Richest People since you achieved such a feat, and the fact that you haven't heard of him is...puzzling. But it doesn't matter. Clearly, he’s just another fellow looking to put another pretty thing in his foyer—you doubt he knows a thing about art, and definitely not an appreciation for it. You find solace in the fact that it's the new addition to your precious art collection instead, and will be owned and taken care of by someone who actually enjoys it.

“Good evening.”

You jump. Wrapped up in all of your inner turmoil (complemented by inner bragging, naturally) you fail to notice the greenette cross the expanse of the ballroom and make himself comfortable in the open seat next to you, despite your lack of approval.

“Hello,” you say, unsure of why he's here. He offers a hand to shake, Rolex glinting under the golden lighting.

“Izuku Midoriya,” he introduces, and you suppose shaking his hand won’t hurt.

“Your name?” He snorts, raising a cocky eyebrow. You scowl.

“Does it matter?”

“Not particularly.” Izuku rests his forearms on the table as his evergreen eyes rake your figure up and down. “But if you prefer to remain nameless, be my guest.”

“[Y/N].”

“Hmm?”

“My name,” you clarify. “It’s [Y/N].”

You’re not exactly sure what possessed you to tell him your name so easily. Maybe the fact that most already know who you are, and the fact that this man—this stranger—doesn’t know who you are, irks you a bit.

Okay. It irks you a lot.

“Well, Miss [Y/N],” Izuku tilts his head sideways. “I think that’s a very pretty name.”

Your body betrays you with a light gasp. Stupid thing.

“Well. I’m bored,” Izuku announces childishly, relaxing against the chair. “Lets go somewhere.”

You roll your eyes at his asserted dominance—in no way does he expect you to go with him, does he? You raise an eyebrow.

“No.”

Izuku clicks his tongue as if it were a buzzer, and more importantly, as if you were wrong. “Why?”

That has you scoffing. “I don’t know you.”

Izuku’s eyes flash with a challenge and it’s gone just as quickly. He leans forwards, crowding your personal space yet again.

“I told you my name, no?”

“You did,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your back. You feel too small. “But I know nothing about you.“

“Well,” Izuku places an inquisitive finger on his lips, and it’s almost mocking, the way he takes a moment to think about it. “My name is Izuku Midoriya. I like...katsudon and hero movies. I’m here because I have too much time and money on my hands, and I’m, most importantly, bored.”

Your eyes narrow. “What do you do for a living?”

Izuku’s lip curls, and it’s downright sinister, “I'll tell you if you come with me."

You roll your eyes, and he takes both your hands in his. You don’t pull away, but you don’t reciprocate it either.

“Where?”

Izuku shrugs, “Wherever the wind takes us.”

Your stomach growls loudly, interrupting your fairly intimate conversation and dying your cheeks pink. Izuku raises an eyebrow.

“I heard they’re feeding us escargo for dinner.”

“Ugh,” you sigh, shoulder sagging. “Looks like I’m not eating, then.”

But there’s a glint in his eyes, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t one in your own. There's an ebb in the discourse, a beat, before Izuku's nodding towards the exit.

“Fast food?”

Wendy’s hits different during a Parisian midnight.

“—and so I had to be like: No Kacchan, you can’t hotwire his car to blow just because your food was, and I quote, lukewarm.”

You snicker behind a fist, digging your fancy heels into the grimy cement sidewalk, Wendy’s frostee in hand. Izuku hasn’t let go of your hand since you two left the fast-food joint, and for some reason, you haven’t pulled away.

"Violence seems to be a reoccurring theme with your friend," you say, laughing when Izuku nods in agreement, eyes stuck on the full moon hanging high in the air.

"You remind me of him, actually."

You raise an eyebrow, unable to see the correlation at all, "Because I'm a loud and angry and I like to blow things up."

"Or, because you're strong—independent. The type of woman to make men turn tail and run, you know?" Izuku turns to you with a lopsided grin.

You hum, averting your eyes to the moon. It's a stupid question, one that's all too loaded yet empty at the same time, and you hate that you hesitate to ask it.

"Why haven't you ran, then?"

"Easy." Izuku lets a smooth shrug roll off his shoulders, "I like strong women."

He continues to pull you to an undisclosed destination, the two of you stumbling through the heart of Paris with his suit jacket around your goosebump-ridden shoulders. People stare, but for the first time in forever, you find that you don't care much.

Finally, you two reach Izuku's "big reveal." You gaze at the magnificently lit french building in confusion, the golden under lights contrasting both of your beings against the navy blue sky.

"The Louvre?"

"Mhm," Izuku says, and he looks more than giddy. "Have you been?"

"Once," your voice is weary and you're sure he senses it, his grip tightening around your own. "For a fundraiser...but it's midnight Izuku, ho—"

But he's already tugging you to the right, dipping between columns and arches until you reach the back of the building. Izuku turns to you and whispers:

"Watch this."

It's hard to tell what he did exactly, especially with no light—it's just a bunch of jingles and ticks. Though, the moment you can't escape the sense that this is beyond sketchy, a lock clicks, and a door whines open.

"Hurry. And take your heels off," Izuku whispers, tilting his head towards the entrance. You hear the crunch of a leaf and see the beginning of a white flashlight curl around the building and fuck, this place has to be crawling with security guards, doesn't it?

"Don't tell me what to do," you grumble...as you take off your shoes. (Because you were going to do it anyway.) You enter and he closes the door behind the two of you, submerging you both in complete darkness.

"Security's only on the outside," Izuku grins. "They don't expect us to get inside, so as long as we're quiet, it should be fine."

"Until we have to get back out again," you say, huffing. Your heart pounds from the adrenaline because frankly, you've never been one for adventures, and breaking into a historical french museum is miles out of your comfort zone. "Seriously, did you think this through at all? What happens when we get caught?"

Izuku sighs, turning to you with a pout before grabbing your free hand again. "Women worry too much. C'mon—I wanna explore."

"You—let go, you misogynistic assho—"

You're cut off by a finger to your lips. Izuku bends down so he’s looking at you straight on, eyes dark as he sternly whispers, "Do you want us to get caught?"

It's not the prospect of getting caught that makes you falter, though—it's the way his stare pins you in place, voice swollen with that air of dominance you claim to hate. You have to tighten your grip on your heels to ensure they don't hit the ground.

"Now," Izuku‘s strangely childish manner returns, tugging your hand once your panicked whisper-yelling ceases, "Shall we?"

You roll your eyes, but your bare feet patter against the cold Louvre tile anyway. And you've got to say, the museum is much nicer when it isn't crawling with people.

"Mona Lisa's forehead is bigger than I thought," Izuku observes with a finger on his lip. He's on the wrong side of the railing, his nose close to kissing the glass protecting the piece. You snort, dropping your head to pinch the bridge. He turns to give you a weird look.

"What?"

"Nothing, just," you shake your head, the cool wood of the railing digging into your forearms. "Did you actually want that painting?"

Izuku frowns. "Which one?"

"El Bacio."

"Mm," the greenette hums as he thinks, blinking to the corner of the room."I suppose. You seemed like you wanted it more, though."

You roll your eyes, "So you cap at eighty million?"

Izuku shrugs, hopping the railing. Seems like he's finally done insulting poor Lisa, "I capped when you started to sweat."

You huff, but stomping instead of walking isn't so intimidating when you're barefoot. "I wasn't sweating."

You see a hidden smirk on Izuku's face once you catch up to him, and it's frustrating and insulting, to say the least. Both of you proceed down a hall of statues. "You're much easier to read than you think, Miss [Y/N]."

"And you're not as perceptive as you think, Mister Midoriya."

Izuku chuckles at that, shaking his head. "Well played, Miss [Y/N]. Well played."

You're not sure why your chest swells, but it does, and it takes both you and your limited lung capacity off guard. But you don't have much time to sort it out—Izuku's grabbing your hand again, and redirecting your attention to the last statue in the hall. You recognize it and frown.

“Cupid and Psyche?”

The silver moonlight pours in through the window, spilling down Cupid’s tipped wings and the softest points of the Psyche’s curves. Izuku hums in confirmation, hands sliding to encompass your hips as his chin hooks on your shoulder.

"Well done, Miss [Y/N]."

His voice deepens—it's coarse and heady, and gets your blood rushing in a way breaking and entering never could have.

"Amore e Psiche, Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss. Antonio Canova, 1793."

You fail to understand why this statue stood out to him compared to all the others, but the circles Izuku’s thumb presses into your hips signifies that you’ll find out soon.

"Cupid represents desire, and Psyche, the human soul," Izuku says, running his hands up your sides. "Together, they make the perfect union."

Dipping his nose into your neck, Izuku inhales, and the hands around your waist tighten, if the smallest bit. "Psyche was the prettiest woman in the world; so pretty she rivaled Venus' beauty with her own. It didn't matter if it broke rules—Cupid knew he had to have her."

The gentle nudge of a neck evolves into a set of butterfly kisses, tracing the column of your neck until his mouth reaches your ear. A hand slides to gently cup your breast, and the other to your thigh.

"Miss [Y/N], when I saw you this evening, in that ballgown, I knew I just had to have you. But I can't be a gentleman for much longer, as much as I'd like to." Izuku groans into your neck, hips gently grinding forwards. "So, it's up to you what we do next—I could drop you off at your home to probably never see you again, or...”

Izuku shifts, and you can feel his hardening cock against your back. “I can bend you over right here. Your choice.”

You hesitate, determined to think this through—but Izuku's wandering hands and rutting hips prove to be too much of a distraction.

"Fine," is all you say, before whirling around, grabbing the greenette by his dress shirt, and slamming your lips onto his.

Izuku kisses back with a grin—like he knew you were going to say yes—and places his hands around your waist yet again, backing you up against the marble statue.

"Sit on the platform," he breathes into your mouth. You frown.

"Like, the platform to the statue? Caus—"

"Yes on the statue, now sit," Izuku demands, but he doesn't give you much room to protest, forcing you onto the marble platform. Hiking your dress to your waist, Izuku's calloused palms slide up your inner thighs, spreading them apart to make room for himself in between. He pauses.

"No panties?"

You flush red—from the exposure or the comment, you aren't sure—but you huff in defiance nevertheless, determined to stand your ground and keep some of your dignity. (Though you're positive Izuku can feel you shaking already.)

"I'm wearing a dress," you defend weakly.

Izuku hums behind a bitten lip, lying a heavy thumb on your clit. It's enough pressure to make your thighs tense but not much else, until it flicks downwards.

"I wanna taste you," Izuku growls with dilated pupils once he finally tears his gaze from your exposed body. "Can I?"

Heat surges through your veins, and you let him pry your thighs apart as you respond with an unsteady, "Yeah—yeah, that's fine."

Izuku's chest rumbles with a growl as he closes in on your pussy, hands gripping underneath your thighs. You whimper when he trails butterfly kisses down your inner legs, the grip you have around the skirt of your dress tightening.

"So pretty," Izuku groans, chuckling when you shiver as he flattens his tongue against your slit, "My Goddess."

With that he dives in, almost sending you toppling with the force. The moonlight dyes his green locks a navy blue, and you can't resist seizing them into a fist when he pushes a finger in.

"Feel good, Gorgeous?" Izuku says with a knowing smirk on his sinfully glossed lips. Another digit enters and it has your toes curling as you nod. “Shit, you’re tight.”

Izuku spits on your pussy and it’s downright dirty, before looks at you under forest green eyelashes, the other hand finally letting go of your thigh in favor for pulling at the top of your dress.

“Izuku, wha—“

“I wanna see your tits,” he huffs. You’d laugh at his enthusiasm if you weren’t so aroused, and you find your hands joining in the flurry. The moment they’re free, Izuku’s mouth latches onto your breast in an instant.

“F-Fuck, ‘Zuku—“

“You sound so good when you moan my name, sweetheart,” Izuku groans, and you jolt as he tweaks a bud.

“Say it again.”

He pinches your nipple and clit at the same time, and it has your legs kicking as you squeal his name again.

The Izuku growls and it's nothing but feral, and another yelp of his name has him pulling you to your feet to the point where your noses almost touch. Aggravated from being so close before the greenette ripped his fingers away has you scowling.

"Wha—"

"Can I fuck you?" His breath ghosts your lips. You hide your shock by a roll of your eyes.

"Do you always ask stupid questions?"

Izuku hums in contemplation before grabbing you harshly by the jaw, to the point where your cheeks squish into your eyes and your lips pucker. "Say it, Bunny."

"I just sa—"

"Say 'I want you to fuck me, Izuku,'" he says with a cruel snarl. "’Hard.’"

Your eyes dart from his heavy gaze to the statue, and you can't help but feel more fragile than glass. "I litera—"

"Say it, brat."

"I—" you try but nothing comes out, and you blame that darkened stare of his, "I w-want you to fuck me. Izuku."

Izuku inhales sharply, the fingers cradling your face tightening before he speaks again.

"Good girl."

He spins you so your hands lay on the statue's base, yanking your hips back and flipping your dress so your bare ass is exposed to the cool air.

Izuku's palms caress your behind, kneading both globes before he pulls you against his bare cock. (When he took off his pants is beyond you.) He slaps his cock against your clit until you huff in frustration, turning around to shoot him an angry glare.

"Today, Izuku."

The greenette blinks out of his absorbed gaze on your behind in favor of glowering you down. You waver under his glare despite your best efforts.

His cock kisses your entrance and then all of it is in you at once, and his size is enough to make your inner thighs ache from the stretch. You bite your lip in an attempt to muffle a moan, but that crashes and burns fairly quickly.

"O-Oh shi—"

"You said today, didn't you?" Izuku rasps, before pulling out and stuffing you full at a quick and steady pace. Your hands scramble for proper purchase against the statue—without breaking it, for gods sake—but the harder he fucks you into it, the harder it is to stay upright. "Quiet, baby. We're not supposed to be here, remember?"

You nod frantically, teeth digging into your bottom lip. The thought of getting caught, you, of all people, while being railed against a marble statue—

Izuku moans in your ear, a hand moving between your thighs to rub at your clit. "Oh, you tightened when I said that—you like the idea of getting caught, Bunny?"

You respond with a choked moan, thighs quivering with an impending orgasm. Izuku groans as you tighten around him again, but they quickly turn into shushes.

"Bu—"

"I-I know," your voice cracks and it's absolutely pathetic. "But I can't—"

Izuku's hand wraps around your mouth to the point where his fingertips just barely brush your ears. You whine, eyes fluttering as the new grip adjusts the angle ever so slightly, and pushes him so much deeper.

"You're gonna kill me," Izuku says, wheezing out a laugh. "I—fuck Bunny, I'm close."

You whimper behind his hand and nod as if to say me too, and you're sure Izuku understands from the way he groans before he speeds up in all aspects. "Good. G-Good—cum for me baby, I know you can—"

Your toes curl into the marble floor as the coil in your gut snaps, knocking the wind out of you and sending you thrashing in Izuku's arms. You hear the greenette curse and shudder behind you, stuttering hips slowing to an eventual stop. Both of you stand there for a moment, comfortable interrupting the silence with nothing but your heaving breaths.

"You okay?"

You chuckle. It's dry and scratchy, and your lip throbs from biting it so hard, but it isn’t...aggravating, per-se. "You sound worse than me."

Izuku laughs at that, though it waters down as he pulls out with a hiss. "I don't think worse is the correct adjective here, Miss [Y/N].”

You snort. Back to “Miss [Y/N]” it is, then.

Your ears catch the distinct wail of ever-increasing sirens, but you don't think much of it until the side of Izuku's face starts flashing blue and red. Both you and the greenette falter, sharing a look.

"Police! Hands in the air!"

i wrote this while watching a hysterectomy in physio aah (also yes, the french police speak in english leave me alone skjdhfgk) — sun

[anarmorofwords]

Hi! You're probably not going to like this ask, but before getting into it I'd just like to say that this isn't meant as Kamala hate or anything, and I don't really want to offend.

Having said that, wouldn't it make sense that we get to see how Kamala treated Anna after she came out? It's in all likelihood one of the things that's weighing on Anna the most.

Obviously Kamala had her valid reasons: her parents aren't as liberal as the Lightwoods, she believes (knows?) their love is conditional as she's adopted, she's not white and not being heterosexual could further any treatment she's suffered from being different... Her reasons have already been listed multiple times by multiple people. Kamala has the right to stay in the closet and fear coming out. And while that shouldn't be villianised, we can't forget that closeted people can harm those around them.

If Kamala had kept treating Anna like a good friend, rumour would've sparked, and even if it was denied, she'd have been harmed by merely associating with Anna. Especially with the life Anna began leading; she could have been labelled as one of Anna's 'conquests' by the Clave. That, as we've established, is detrimental for her safety.

But at the same time, it would create a breach between Anna and Kamala. And Anna had the right to be hurt by it and weary of it when Kamala said she wanted a relationship.

If we look at it from that perspective, Anna's actions (though inexcusable in how they treated Kamala --who was also at fault for not accepting a negative for four months) make sense. Kamala wasn't only a fling of a week*, but also the girl she lost her virginity with, who asked her to be her secret (until she married Charles, after which Anna's affections would be discarded), who hid her sexuality for two years and sat back while Anna suffered from homophobic commentary, and who now wants a relationship hidden from most of the people that know her.

Kamala shouldn't be forced to come out; but the harm that can do to the women she may engage with is reflective of what happens nowadays. I can mostly think of examples with gay men, so my apologies in advance. But how many women have seen their marriages ruined by their husband having affairs with men?

Creating characters that reflect a toxic part of the 'hidden' LGBT community shouldn't be seen as hating or villinifying. Thomas isn't out and he isn't labelled a villain by the narrative --because his actions don't harm anyone. The hate Alastair gets in-universe is because of his past as a bully, not because he's gay. Matthew's not fully out and he isn't villianised --like Thomas, because the decisions he makes to keep his sexuality hidden don't impact anyone negatively.

I'll even go as far as saying that not even the narrative villianises characters like Kamala and Charles. If it were, they'd be seen more like Grace in Chain of Gold. We'd see how Kamala's actions are affecting Anna's in more ways than anger (that in itself put the fandom against Anna), and the characters would note so. We wouldn't see scenes were Cordelia empathised with Charles, nor Matthew said he loved him.

Be it as it may, Kamala and Charles represent ugly parts of being closeted that can naturally occur when someone is in their position. LGBT people are human. Humans, when put into very difficult situations (and Charles risks his career; Kamala her safety), can make decisions that harm those around them. Consequently, the people they're harming have a right to feel, well, harmed in whatever range of ways --this goes mostly for Alastair, and very partly for Anna, whose treatment of Kamala was horrible.

Readers need to understand what is pushing these 'villianised' characters to harm (again, mostly for Alastair) the more prominent characters and go beyond how they are instantly depicted. Because these are complex characters based on complex real people influenced by very ugly realities we will move on from someday, but sadly not yet.

By the way, Charles and Kamala's situations aren't that similar beyond the closeted thing, but I crammed them together because of a post I saw you reblog.

Please understand I'm not justifying Charles's actions; that I understand the pain he's put Alastair through, and know that he shouldn't ever be near Alastair. Nor am I trying to justify Anna's actions nor hate on Kamala.

I'll just finish my pointless rant by adding that I do think cc has sensitivity readers. I think she asked a gay man to go through tec (I don't know if he still revised her other books, though), and know she asked POC's input when writing someone for their culture. I don't know much beyond that, but I doubt who revises her stuff is up to her. Wouldn't that be something the publisher is responsible for (honest question)?

*I've also noticed people using the argument that they didn't know each other long enough for Anna to harbour such ugly emotions towards Kamala, but Kamala also remembered Anna pretty deeply and is 'in love' with her. I just wanted to say that considering cc writes (fantastical) romance where someone can ask a woman they met two months ago marriage, stressing over time spaces doesn't make much sense. Just my take.

hi!!

alright, where do I start? probably would be best with stating that while I can analyse Kamala's situation with what I know/see/read about racism and discrimination and reasonably apply things I've read/heard from PoC to the discussion, as well as try to be as sensitive about it as possible, I'm still a white woman, so not a person that's best qualified to talk about this.

that being said - if someone wants to add something to this conversation, you're obviously more than welcome to, and if there's something in my answer that you don't agree with or find in some way insensitive or offensive - please don't hesitate to call me out on that.

back to your points though: (this turned into a whole ass essay, so under the cut)

I don't think Anna shouldn't be able to reminiscent on Kamala's behaviour/reaction to her coming out, or be hurt by it. what bothers me is the way CC talks about it - I can't remember the exact phrasing, but the post where she mentioned this suggested something along the lines of "you'll see how Kamala sided with the Clave and didn't defend Anna after her coming out", therefore putting the blame on Kamala and completely disregarding the fact that Kamala wasn't in position to do much at all. It suggest that their situation was "poor Anna being mistreated by Kamala". therefore I'm afraid Kamanna's main problem/conflict will remain to be portrayed as "Anna having to allow themselves to love again and forgive Kamala", while Anna's shortcomings - and Kamala's vulnerable position - are never discussed. I think it would be possible to acknowledge both Kamala's difficult situation and the possible hurt her behaviour caused Anna without being insensitive towards Kamala's character, but it would take a really skilled - and caring - author to do both of the perspectives justice. CC would have to find a balance between being aware of the racism/prejudice Kamala faced/ writing her with lots of awareness and empathy, and still allowing her to make mistakes and acknowledging them. As it is however, I'm under impression that she's just treating it as a plot device, a relationship drama.

I'd say no one expects characters of color to be written as flawless or never making mistakes, it's mostly the way these mistakes are written and what things these characters are judged/shamed/

And that's - at least in my understanding and opinion - where the problem is. it's that the narrative never even addresses Anna's faults, and portrays Kamala as the one that caused all - or most of - the pain, without ever even acknowledging her problems and background.

White characters in TLH make mistakes and fuck up - because they're human and they're absolutely allowed to - but the thing is, non-white characters aren't afforded that privilege. Anna's behaviour is never questioned - none of it, shaming Kamala for not being able to come out, dismissing her desire to be a mother, or any of the questionable things she did in ChoI. Same with Matthew, James, Thomas. Alastair and Kamala however? they're constantly viewed through their past mistakes, and forced to apologize for them over and over, forced to almost beg for forgiveness. Moreover, those past mistakes are used as a justification of all and any shitty behaviour the other characters exhibit towards them now, which is simply unfair and cruel. They're held to a much higher standard.

So I'd like to say that yes, Kamala was in the wrong to keep nagging Anna after numerous rejections, and she was in the wrong to not inform Anna about Charles prior to them having sex - but that doesn't give Anna a free pass to constantly mistreat Kamala. And let's be real, Anna isn't stupid - while at 17 she could be naive and uninformed, I can't imagine how after years of hanging out with the Downworlders and numerous affairs and being out and judged by the Clave she's still so ignorant about Kamala's situation. I definitely think she's allowed to be hurt, but to still not understand why Kamala did what she did? Anna isn't blaming her for not telling her about Charles earlier - which would be fair - but instead for refusing to engage in an outright romance with her. She's being ignorant - and consciously so, I think.

Overall, I think you're definitely right about how coming out - or staying closeted - can be messy and hurt people in the process, especially in unaccepting environments/time periods, and I've seen enough discourse online to know there will never be a verdict/stance on this that will satisfy everyone. I, for one, would really like to refrain from putting all the blame on a single person - but, at least the way I see it, CC is pointing fingers. maybe not directly, but she is. Kamala, Alastair and Charles have no friends or support systems, and the only people in the narrative that defend them are themselves (ok, Cordelia does defend Alastair from Charles, but not from shitty takes about him and his "sins"). Also, sorry, but I don't like how you say "hid her sexuality for two years and sat back while Anna experienced homophobic comments" - it sounds very much judgemental. Kamala had every right to do that? The fact that she slept with Anna doesn't means she owed her something, and certainly not coming out and most probably destroying her life, or even defending her at the - again - expense of her own reputation, or more possibly safety.

As for Charles - it's a different issue here, at least imo - I fear that it'll be implied that his refusing to come out will is his main "sin", and therefore not something he can be judged for, which ironically, will be villainizing, but mostly will mean his actual sins are dismissed. This is where the scene with Cordelia feeling a pang of sympathy for him comes into play, and it worries me. I've never hated Charles for not wanting to come out, but rather for, let's see - grooming Alastair, disregarding Alastair's needs and feelings, disrespecting his mother, being a sexist prick, being low-key far-right coded "make Shadowhunters great again" etc.

As for sensitivity readers - I'm no expert, so I don't think my input is worth much. From what I've gathered from multiple threads/discussions on twitter, tho it is probably consulted/approved by the publisher, many authors push for that - and authors less famous and "powerful" than her. I'm not a hater, but seeing fandoms' opinions on much of her rep, I think she could do better. Because if she does have sensitivity readers, then they don't seem to be doing a great job - maybe they're friends who don't wanna hurt her feelings? Or maybe she thinks a gay guy's feedback will be enough for any queer content - which, judging by the opinions I've seen from the fans, doesn't seem to be true.

Again, these are mostly my thoughts and I'm more than open to reading other opinions, because *sigh* I really don't know how to handle this.

Bottom line - I really really don't want to be hating on the characters in general, playing God in regards to judging the struggles of minorities, or even criticising the characters too harshly for being human, flawed etc. What my main issue is is how CC handles those complex and heavy topics.

I hope I make sense and this answer satisfies you somehow - I also hope someone better equipped to answer might wanna join this conversation.

* I desperately need a reread of TLH before I engage in any more conversations like this, but I didn't wanna leave you hanging. So yeah, I might be remembering things wrong. Again, let me know, I'm very much open to being corrected as well as to further discussion.

* I use she/her pronouns for Anna because that's what she uses in canon

[seoafin]

Morgannnn (it me again, surprise??)

I feel like the first time i sent that long ass rant message i didn't really fully express why i'm so in love with your stories and your writing so i'm gonna do it here and also share some other thoughts along the way! <3

First of all, the way you write feels so smooth and in place that i actually have a feeling i'm reading the canon material its self (it is canon idc) and also how you portray Gojo? the way he's in love with the reader, him being absolutely whipped for his children, him as a whole person? it feels so in character to me that it doesn't have anything off putting like you would enouncter in most Gojo fics. I suck at giving a thourough explanation but i will do my best: firstly, rip to my youth was an absolute gem to read and the way you've written everything, everyone, the way you've portrayed and written Riko healed my soul because i love her so much, she's my precious child that deserved the world. the semingly bad mouthed gojo behaviour, the way he's been a menace in hs and also the same time how reader seems to always ground him?? "it's my fault for thinking you could do better" (was that the line? i hope i got it right oof) please the way she can always bring him back on the ground and make him feel human, it's loveee, love LOVE that makes this man human and you have done such an amazing job showing that via his interactions with Geto and reader, even Shoko subtly! Also how you talked about friends also being platonic lovers and vice versa, im so ALL for that! i love how you portrayed that through them, the cuddling, hugs, gojo simply existing in her space because she got used to it and at this point pretty much allows it, and honestly for someone as weary and distrustful as Gojo, it would honestly take alot for someone to enter his shell like that and he allows himself to be vulnerable. I like how you write him as a guy that has no game and gets zero girls lmao because its true its canon, i like to think that he's more interested and drawn towards reader's attention and its her that he really wants but she's just so goddamn oblivious!!

Absolutely loved how you written them with Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi being mama's boy, it's canon too i love to see it, Gojo being so touchy and clingy with reader is a big yes for me. So in conclusion, i also love you for leaving cultural notes and you're actually willing to stand up to fandom discourse and racism thats plagued within it, i wish people understood or tried to take japanese culture into account when writing Gojo or any other character, it really shows the nuance and its something thats being dismissed even in english translations, it just ain't there. But you, you've done it everytime and it makes me fall in love with your work all over again, i just think it's very neat and you as a person here and the way you interact with your followers is very pleasing, at least those that are nice and considerate towards you, i simply love your energy. You're like a better version of Gege Akutami lmao 😭

With that said, i love how we agree that Gojo is a touch starved bisexual virgin loser that cries himself to sleep, i also agree with previous anons that said Gojo doesn't fuck around at all, because i myself just don't see it as Satoru way of coping let alone being the one to use humans that way, it simply contradicts everything else he is as a person and despite being an asshole and sucking most of the time, i'll say it again, it's love that makes him human. Idk how reader and Gojo started dating (family au) or rip verse but i like to think that as the previous anons said, they were it for each other, and Gojo being a cheeky lil shit that he is didn't say a word at first but was glad nonetheless, brings me back to when you talked about friends being platonic lovers and such, so i do think they'd be messing around w each other like that for a bit before anything serious actually started happening, until reader stopped being so oblivious 😭 also the way he proposed lmao i loved that its so Gojo thing to do, but yeah, Gojo dad is also superb, the way his kids treat him is hilarious but they do love him nonetheless, ahhhh im practically rambling at this point but i LOVE LOVE everything!! the day i found your blog was the day my soul was cured, so thanks for simply existing? Anyways, im very awkward when trying to write my thoughts thouroughly so please forgive me for that and i hope you'll continue to slay and stay amazing! 🥰

ms tina i read this message over literally 50 times in the span of one hour and stared at it on the subway so i could straight up memorize it. like this message is going to go on my gravestone it's going to BE my gravestone. im going to expose myself as a ff writer in real life but i do NOT care i want this to be the last thing i see before i kick the bucket

yes ur right!!! rip!mc did say smt along those lines (i don't rlly rmb either lmfao) in hs i think rip!mc is one of the first people along with geto who is unafraid to tell him what she thinks but it isn't in a malicious way which is what gets gojo even more annoyed bc she isn't necessarily out to antagonize him even though he antagonizes her 😭 (it was full on menace behavior from him in hs)

SO TRUE IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE. are they friends?? are they lovers?? who knows! who cares! they Are in love though! i do not like how friends and lovers are categorized as two different things. all friends are and should be lovers in some capacity.....that's friendship that’s love baybe. the concept that maybe we should be a little in love with our friends is so true. so good. i abide that in every (healthy) thing i write bc friendship is the basis of love!!!

i love writing hs gojo bc he IS lame he’s a loser with exactly one friend. he wants to tell rip!mc that he likes her outfit and ends up telling her the color clashes with her skin tone. hs gojo is immature and bratty and it’s the last time he gets to be. i rlly like writing rip!mc in the perspective of still seeing gojo like that even as adults. even when he’s smoother and little more charming and smiles more easily and makes a fool out of himself on purpose she’s still seeing the bratty tongue tied gojo he was in hs so yes they ground each other

im happy ppl read those cultural notes!!!!! and im even happier that ppl still like this blog despite the discourse i drag into it bc smts i just see something and it ITCHES when i can’t say anything like god we should be calling this out.....i am too messy sometimes but im afraid it’s the only way i can make this fandom and writing somewhat tolerable not only for me hopefully anyone else that has ever been aggrieved by popular fandom 😭😭😭

im going to sound very sappy but thank U for reading and sending me this wonderful lovely amazing message that i am mentally printing out and digesting i love it so much. like i don’t think i can thank u enough for giving me kindness and encouragement i am so insane rn with emotion. i am so so so so happy u like my writing enough to send me this big ass message about it and it’s getting messages like this that make writing worth it...anyway i am Emotional

[pterobat]

I'm glad Noah Caldwell-Gervais gave a shout-out to RE2Makes' new characterization of Annette Birkin in his video so's I can post what I've been sitting on.

My favorite thing about Resident Evil is the Birkin Family shitshow, and there was a good 'un.

I mean, applying "realism" to Resident Evil by deleting the giant plant and animal enemies is pretty wrong-headed, but aiming for emotional realism via having better voice acting and trying to make the characters sound more like actual human beings--we're down.

Discourse is likely going to come for mad scientists sooner or later, but screw that: no I don't think Annette was absolved of anything; her attack of conscience serves to enliven the character, not redeem her, and that's more than good enough.

I love that even with regrets, Annette lacks empathy and decisiveness, when she leaves Sherry literally in the garbage to be confined while she mutates, but also flip-flops, giving Claire the clue to the lab but refusing to watch further. It's a very human reaction, to waffle and dither.

But Annette can't quite let the mad science go, as she gets wrapped up in studying the aftermath of G2 in the underground, in a very convincing portrayal of the fixated.

Annette being so weary, so caustic makes her also fun to watch in Leon's scenario. She's not a perfect supervillain, but has one nerve left and you're getting on it.

Annette's also terrible at lying ("Everything is under control"), which is another fun flaw and the reason I'm not fussed about her saying that she and William were more more married to their work than each other. The writing is too improved to make me think the Birkins were actually more close in 1.0. They probably didn't have a perfect relationship, but Annette's so obviously trying to deflect the blame for letting William live instead of behaving 100% objectively.

I only miss the severe bob, now exchanged for on-the-nose Dead Anime Mom Hair, but, damn, Annette is so much fun.

I also love (implausible) body horror and The Thing, so G-Birkin was always a great design. The way that he not just gradually grows more inhuman--but is being consumed by The Meat, overtaken by it, puppeted by it--that's cool! I miss the animalistic look of G4 but everything else is great.

None of the other final bosses have a compelling reason to become monsters, or any real emotional fallout from it--Birkin does, because he's petty, dying, and obsessed. Almost relatable, but he destroys town and family alike because of it, in a horrific, tidy melodrama.

The remake reduces the explicitness of William's need to facehugger his daughter...the original has a scene where he approaches Sherry's unconscious body, while still having his human head. It fades to black with a slithery gurgle, and later the pixellated appendage crawls away. Not to mention Annette 1.0 gives us a long speech about it.

The remake leaves you to put the pieces together, and suggests it wasn't until G2, when his monstrous head sprouted, that Birkin actually did it. Maybe it's not *better* but the realistic animation would have made it harder to digest.

Birkin had the chance while G1 to attack Sherry when rescuing her from Irons, and it's possible he did, just like it's possible he only killed Mr. X because he was trying to get past him to attack Sherry. But I dig the potential symbolism of William not fully going after Sherry until he loses his "head" and the potential that some remnant of him was protecting her instead.

It's not an over-sentimental, newbish, naive take, because there's still more than enough terror and death to spread around, and the Birkins' crimes are still legendary.

It's true that everythin about the G-Virus is tremendously inefficient, but horror is not about what "makes sense" but what scares the audience.

[punkbxt]

I saw the first green spock = antisemantic years ago in 2015?

Anyway I'm still partial to green blush but I have since seen Hulk spock and read a lot on how that's antisemantic. Also it makes a lot of my Jewish followers uncomfortable so - green spock antisemantic. I agree.

And I didn't see green spock for years - and I'm CRAZY obsesive. Since 2014 every since day I have scrolled the spock tag every single day for new content of my boy(hey! Hey this is important to wat I'm saying dont come at me I have plenty of other hobbies, it's just 5-20 minutes. Some folks read news, I look at spock)

Anyway after that thing bubbled up I didn't see green spock for ages.

Then I did late 2020 I rember that day, cold chilly the art was good. But he was green and I don't reblog green spocko for my fam.

So I leave a comment

Hi I love ur art its very good. But did you know 'drawing spock green' is 'antisemantic' because of 'quoted reasons.

Anyway love it but I can't reblog it.

At this point I was msging someone new. I considered hey I haven't seen any discourse posts recently, maybe they're new here and arent aware and this is an innocent honest mistake.

Little did I know....

They knew, and they, and their entire fanbase was F uRiOus.

My inbox, my tags were being picked up and beaten.

'what is this 2015!?!? I know u rude ass bitch and I dont listen to that shit' or something along those lines. As well as my comment screenshot and posted.

So to start with I was like?! Oh was this discourse wrong and I missed out on a important update? But after a little investigation I discovered this wasn't so.

The op was simply evil. Not because of the racist art alone. For if they had simply said 'I know I drew this in?? And I didn't want to delete' I would have been more understanding - although I maybe would have suggested editing the work and adding a message. Like 'I spent 8000 hours on this I don't want to delete but green spock is racist please don't draw him like this'

But no. No instead I was bombarded with nasty comments from op - and hate anons from people-I wasn't even talking to??? Like mind yo damn buissness -

I litterally felt like I'd gone on a famous YouTubers pages dissed them, and then that famous YouTuber had sent a horde of sweaty, stinky fan baby freaks to me to bully me. Like? Was I wrong? Anyway I no longer give a heads up to artists drawing green spock I get hate. - I GET HATE.

I've never sent hate and I'm real sorry u did gate I can't even imagine the stressxxx

Anyway I think if peope see a comment worded:

Op Did you know "thing" is "racist/sexist/ect" because of "loose quote/ or place to find information"

Then other folks the comment isn't directly addressing should mind their own buissness. Also if anyone wants to use that as a template message go ahead.

Anyway. The green spocks are on the rise. And I dare not slip into their anons, which thus is creating more green spocks.

Who will Kindly let these people know? Perhaps by even using said template... I feel the wrinkles coming on, time is calling me, and stress has me lined in the execution block. I can no longer carry on my polite msgs, for not all who draw allow anons. Will anyone ever keep my work up for me when I am gone? How could they when I still breathe and do not. It is but a weary, polite, kind notification to give.

[maxthommusic]

Halo Infinite Beta Discourse

I'm often very good at keeping to myself these days. The thoughts and feelings in my head don't need an outlet like they used to. When I was younger I thought I would explode if I didn't write everything down. But as time grows on and I either grow weary of the art form or just simply become more content sitting with my thoughts instead of expressing them, I don't feel the need to jump on the bullhorn and make a proclamation. However, sometimes a good piece of discussion rolls along and I feel awesomely compelled to share my opinion so that the discourse can hopefully steer in a certain direction. Sometimes when the trolls are out in full force you just gotta try and balance the scales. A certain type of discourse, when it gains too much steam, absolutely needs to be de-railed because it's damaging and counter productive to the industry in question. Today's transgression is with Halo Infinite.

At first I didn't pay it much mind -- new players griping about the Battle Pass system. Essentially, the issue is that how FREE players get cosmetics takes too much grinding. In Halo you play as Spartans and these Spartans can be customized with armor plates, battle charms, graffiti tags and more. Last week, 343 Industries released the BETA for Halo Infinite's multiplayer. Last week, players also began complaining how it takes too long to earn anything of consequence.

Now let's stop right there. We need to address the first elephant in the room: The game is FREE. As far as I'm concerned, Halo Infinite's free mode owes you nothing but the game itself. And I'm here to tell you: The game is awesome. It's polished, servers work, and I'm having tons of fun with the Halo formula -- something no other game has done, really, since Halo...

Now that we've established the game is FREE and it WORKS, we can get more nuanced with this Battle Pass discussion. So, okay, you don't like how it takes so long to grind -- but it's free? I just can't help but feel like that's a non-issue here. Yes, is it annoying? Do I wish I could have a cooler, unique Spartan sooner? Easier? Sure. But the game is FREE. Again, I say, FREE. Where do I get a right to complain? But okay, it's the Internet. I'm allowed to complain about whatever I please. I have the right to express my dissatisfaction, right? But here's where I take umbrage with the current line of conversation around Halo Infinite: It's all about the Battle Pass. I hardly see anyone talking about how GOOD Halo the GAME is. It's all vitriol about this Battle Pass. And it's been going on since "launch." Mind you, we're still just in Beta form. So if ever there was a time to complain, it's in the Beta time. But I say again: The core game is excellent. Shouldn't your dissatisfaction with the Battle Pass be a passing, "Man, wish this were better!" and move on? Why does my Twitter timeline continue to fill up with these threads?

Taking it further, the Battle Pass argument has escalated since a full roster of cosmetics has leaked. Someone crunched the numbers and said you can pay over $80 and still not get good gear. First of all: Biased. I think there are sweet Spartans in the store right now I can buy for like $5. So this line of thinking absolutely should not be getting as much attention as is. Next: That's probably what you deserve for buying $80 in cosmetics. The real question here should be: How is the gameplay? How are the game modes? How are the servers?

If Halo Infinite launches officially on December 8th with the same customizability as is found in the current beta, I will have no problem with that if it's the F2P version. If I buy Halo Infinite and don't get my Duos, Trios, etc. and a handful of more maps? Then yes, I think it's time to start feeling a bit jilted.

Everything is expectation and right now I can't help but feel like there is a subset of gamers who are way too entitled that are dominating the conversation online because they're the only ones who want to race to the Internet to share their crappy hot takes. So beautiful games like Halo get a bunch of bad press and new players might not take the plunge because the game seems greedy.

Let me reiterate: How is a F2P game greedy when the CORE GAME is near flawless? Of course I have gripes about Infinite, but they're all SO minor. Things Halo 3 did... differently. Yes, some guns don't feel like they used to and some game mechanics are a little different. But is the overall experience the same? In terms of my overall happiness playing with the crew, YES, it is. And if the product I'm receiving right now for FREE doesn't change, I can't help but think every other gripe about a FREE experience should not even be acknowledged. Because it is FREE. FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE. I cannot overstate that enough because what we expect for FREE has gotten so wildly out of control and Halo Infinite is breaking me in this regard.

All the cosmetics are so tangential to the Halo experience. To have this much conversation revolving around the Battle Pass just seems like a major head scratcher, like we won't be able to have nice things if people continue to get carried away with this line of thinking.

But the silver lining is exactly as I've stated above: My hope is that the people loving and enjoying Halo are all too busy playing Halo to have any thoughts about it for the Internet. In fact, I've dumped a bunch of hours on it and have had a blast and haven't even said a peep online yet. Why? Because I'm too busy texting the homies trying to get them to download and get online with me.

It's like Jim Ryan said a while back. "If there was any dissatisfaction with The Last Of Us 2, we didn't know about it." I'm paraphrasing... but the idea is that the Internet is fake. Internet vitriol is fake. Even though right now it feels like everyone is upset at Halo's Battle Pass, they probably aren't. I'm hoping Halo is charting big numbers and will make big dollars and have a bright, happy future. I want more maps, more characters, more improvements. And if people buy the game, buy the cosmetics and enjoy it, we will get all that. And I hope the jokers online who are all upset about this Battle Pass are just a super minority. But I do really hope that anyone seeing the Battle Pass discourse doesn't become discouraged. I hope people see through the thin veil that is Internet outrage. Consider what you are getting for FREE. Remember that! Expectations are everything... And I hope we don't lose sight of the game that is at the core experience here.

[theteapotofdoom]

Dude nooooo! I'm not uncomfortable at all, and I actually agree with a lot of what's being said. Lol. I never thought of discourse as a bad thing. Just an exchange of ideas! I fully believe that Dabi has a right to rage and that trying to tie up his (potential, but basically spelled out) family issues with a pretty biw. It's unrealistic and it's not fair to his character development. I loved hearing what different people have to say about it! (Con't)

Oh, dude, I’m so glad!!!

Gosh, I’m so sorry, I must have sounded pretty dramatic with this other ask, I get anxious easily and the last thing I want is to upset people over fandom stuff because fandom should always be a place of peace happiness and creativity!

I think I’ve grown to associate the word “discourse” to something negative, but you’re right it doesn’t have to be! I’m glad there was no harm done and that you enjoyed the convos and discussion, I’m sorry I misunderstood what you meant!

To be perfectly honest, I’m always nervous and walking on eggs when I’m getting into the Dabi/Todo content and side of the fandom. I know that most of the Dabi stans are lovely, but I’ve met a small percentage who were pretty intense and I have some unpopular opinions I’m a little weary.

I think I’m also nervous because I don’t have any real emotional connection to Dabi and the Todo fam, I’m just not very invested in this storyline and so I tend to discuss it from a very distant writing/narrative/plot perspectives. But I know that a lot of people are very emotionally invested in it and relate a lot to the characters, and so their perspectives are more focused on realism, psychology and emotional connections. So sometimes confusion can happen, and the last thing I want is to upset or hurt anyone! Like I said, this is not a storyline I’m heavily invested in so I’m probably missing a bunch of things anyway!

BUT YEAH I feel like I’m rambling again, sorry! I’m just glad that we’re good and I apologize again for slightly freaking out previously! You’re completely right, it’s always great to hear different takes and opinions from people with different experiences, this is what fandom is all about! And like I said, I completely get that you’re protecting and that’s super valid, I’m doing the same with Shig! 

I really appreciate you messaging me again to clarify everything! You make a lot of excellent points!

SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING NERVOUS AND JUMPY LIKE THAT you’re a cool bean :D

[luvsjimmyreed]

Jimmy Reed: On XKCD Comic #774

Question: What are your thoughts on XKCD Comic #774? That's the one about militant atheists versus conservative Christians, and a supposed superiority complex of pointing out similarities with both groups.

Jimmy Reed: Oh, I've been aware of that particular panel for several years now - and it also seems to be a common internet forum meme. Incidentally enough, within the past couple of days, I've had that very accusation levelled at me... when I have pointed out similarities between Louis Farrakhan and Candace Owens... or even with similarities between Louis Farrakhan and Richard Spencer. I think what some people are not understanding, though - is that it's really not about me thinking that I'm superior to all the aforementioned individuals. Rather, it's just that I'm... well, I'm weary with the whole double standards that goes on in today's political discourse - and I know that I am not the only one who feels that way. Plenty of you have written to me and mentioned feeling the same way. I don't think of myself as being superior to anyone else. I just want for people to be... ethically consistent... and, if I was to abstain from pointing that out simply to avoid the accusations of having a "superiority complex", then we... we would get nowhere. This is why I make these videos. I feel that it's sort of my duty to provide a truly fair and balanced view, and to provide an alternative for those who are... are fed up with the partisan mudslinging. So that's how I see it.