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[yourfaveisintersex]

Happy Pride Month 2025!

Fun fact, I scheduled this post in advance, and this is being posted at/around the time I got my first testosterone HRT shot! Yes really, I started Pride Month 2023 lol. Now anyway, to account for the poor-pissers first and foremost: We should celebrate everyone under the queer umbrella, don't think I'm not saying that. However intersex individuals are the focus of this blog, and the content of this post by extension.

Please recognize, remember, and support your intersex siblings as we celebrate this year. Intersexist sentiment is unfortunately disturbingly common, this hellsite included. The intersex community and its members face a bucket list of problems (that I couldn't possibly list out in full in the body text here)— including but not limited to extensive medical abuses (notably intersex genital mutilation, or "IGM" for short, referring to unnecessary surgery performed on intersex people (often infants!) solely because doctors believe the individual's external genitalia don't "look right", and a majority of the time are purely aesthetic and cause functional issues; and let me remind you that this is just ONE issue under "medical abuse".), discrimination due to one's sexual characteristics or lack thereof, fetishization of (highly inaccurate and often fantasized) intersex bodies, hyper-invisibility and erasure, blatant misrepresentation of intersexuality plastered damn near everywhere... etcetera. I happily invite others, particularly other intersex individuals, to elaborate on my list with more examples and details in the notes.

We are the I in LGBTQIA+. While not every intersex individual may be or identify as queer, we are still included under the umbrella, often due to the oppression we share closely in tandem with other queer individuals. We are complex individuals that are worthy of being seen and heard. If you are perisex ("not intersex"; there's synonyms like dyadic and endosex you might hear as well), please educate yourself on what intersexuality means, correct others when misinformation is shared, and most importantly of all, LISTEN TO OUR VOICES. It is distressing how often I see our recalled experiences and opinions blatantly ignored, or claimed to be falsified, or whatever-have-you, because we do not align to perisex ideals and comfort.

Also if you're going to take ANYTHING away from this post for the love of everything stop fucking saying hermaphrodite if you aren't intersex. It's a slur, and you seriously need to start calling perisex people out for saying it (+ other intersexist slurs). Yes even in a scientific context it doesn't matter stop using a slur to refer to snails. Cosexual, monoecious, gonosimulistic— all exist and function the goddamn same WITHOUT the terrible history.

[multikara24]

Don't Think Twice

a/n: This is my first time writing for John Walker.. I remember back when TFATWS came out I hated this man and after seeing Tunderbolts* twice and reading some amazing work by others on here, I am writing him myself. I don't know how accurate my writing will be to his character but please enjoy.

Warnings: 18+, Slight Spoilers to Thunderbolts*, Established Relationship, Slight Domestic John, Slight Mention of Alexi and The Team, Alcohol Mentions and Consumption, Talk And Descriptions Of Creepy Male Friend, Nonconsensual Ass Touching, Sprinkled in John Hate, Mentions of John's Past, Avoided Argument, Angst If You Squint, PLOT, Smut, Unprotected, Oral (F and M Receiving), Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Slight Fingering, Slight Handjob, John Walker's (canonical) Praise Kink, Smut with Feelings, Implied PiV, I PROBABLY MISSED SOME..

Pairing: John Walker (US Agent) x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

“You know, he’s only inviting you because he doesn’t know you’re inviting me.” John had always been weary of this friend of yours, you simply thought the US Agent was jealous. You knew he was a ticking time bomb half the time especially since joining the Thunderbolts which came before you figured out he was the man you wanted. When the realization dawned on you it was incredibly stupid. John was spouting off about his weapons and military service while Ghost and Yelena nodded and pretended to listen. Out of the blue you called the man a fucking idiot. “You’re a fucking idiot, John.” It was also the first time you used his first name in any context. He had to process the fact you called him an idiot over something he knew like the back of his hand and then immediately after the fact you used his name. He could tell that there was a tinge of something in your voice that made the comment less of a crude comment than he originally thought. 

“You are paranoid.” You spoke softly and chuckled as you looked over at John who was lacing up his shoes. The outing was a simple bar night with your friends and Eli. It wasn’t something that went over your head when Eli’s gaze lingered a bit too long, or when he stood closer to you for a split second longer than he should have. The thought sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, nonetheless he was a nice friend and scared shitless of John. Partly due to John’s reputation but most people other than Alexi and soon the team were unaware of the relationship you held with the Dime Store Captain America. How Alexi found out you and John would rather forget then remember. A brief summary was an unlocked door, compromising positions, and Alexi misunderstanding boundaries for a moment. 

“Alright.” John simply shrugged off your comment about him being paranoid. He didn’t want to be seen as overly protective even though that was exactly what he was. He didn’t even try to hide it sometimes but he still tried to deny the claims. His pride and ego would not let him say a single word on the topic. However, it was not just you who noticed Eli’s closeness. The man you told multiple times that the two of you were just friends and Eli just “accepted it”. John ticked his head to the side, a mannerism he picked up as a way to keep his anger at bay. Due to his time in the trenches this mannerism also quickly meant John was getting ready for a fight. John quickly stood as soon as his shoes were tied. Luckily, he was out of his typical attire: the spandex, armour, and tactical pants. The team practically lived in their uniforms and John took a bit more pride in his, even though he felt unworthy which he had opened up to you about after a long time of arguing.

“What does it take to get a super soldier drunk?” You ask as you notice the 6 '1 super soldier approach you from behind. Your eyes keep trained to the mirror as you're still picking out what shirt to wear. The difference between a shortsleeve with a V neck or a shortsleeve that almost looked like one of John’s that accidently shrunk in the wash. One was black and the other was a dark grey both nondescript due to the controversies behind being a superhuman, a hero, which still did not sit right in your brain.

“I can’t.” John spoke quietly as he stole a glance over your bare back before looking back in the mirror and over your shoulder. He mumbled his preference into your ear and you had to lightly shove him off you. You knew that rumbling voice of his would get you both into trouble again. John took the hint and stepped back with a shy smile that barely creased his lips. You knew he was dreading this meet up with other people, especially with how most people still looked at him. Much less your friends, much less Eli. John audibly rolled his eyes at the memory of having somewhere to be just as you finished pulling your shirt over your head. 

“You’re sure we can’t just stay here?” 

“And wait for Bucky to assign us another mission? I would rather go to the club and drink.” John looked at your eyes through the mirror and understood that there was no room for compromise, after all he did invite himself to this outing. John let out an audible groan which gained a glare from you and he immediately shut up.

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When the two of you arrived at the bar you were immediately greeted by your group of friends. Eli was one of them and John tried to keep close to you despite seeing the questionable glances. He couldn’t blame your friends for being weary. You were quickly situated with John at the counter and even quicker you were turning your attention to your friends. He knew he invited himself along but the ignorance stung a bit.

John kept his eyes on you from across the bar, he was sipping on your drink that you gave to him because you “didn’t want to get too drunk” and John would have appreciated the sentiment more had Eli not been as close as he was to you. John was like a militant ready to shoot if anything went wrong. His mind was more occupied with Eli and you than it was with the fact he was currently sitting alone, he wasn’t sociable enough for your friends, or rather they still saw him as a killer. The only reason he had heard from you, that your friends even liked the Thunderbolts was because you were in the group.

John was about to take another sip of the smooth drink, still impressed that you knew how to keep your liquor, before he reacted. It was three strides and he stuffed himself in the middle of you and your friend Eli. He must have seen something before you did but the feeling wasn’t too far from as soon as John spoke. Eli’s hand had gone to your ass for some reason and immediately you jolted away as if you had been stung by a lit cigarette.

“She’s spoken for.” Was the brutally cold knife that cut through the silent air.

“By you, The Drug Store Captain America?” The tone of voice that left Eli’s mouth was more than accusatory. It was disbelief and pity, god John hated pity. John’s head ticked to the side once again before he had to remind himself not to cause a scene here. The anger bubbling under his skin was making his reminder a difficult thing to follow. He wasn’t going to lose you too.  

“Yes and I suggest you don’t fucking touch her.” John was now in the man’s face. The anger he felt thinly veiled under his skin. John’s words came out more as a promised threat than a warning as he had intended. Though Eli’s drunken next words were what broke the camel's back for John. 

“Or what? You’ll kill me? I don’t think she would like that very much.” You quickly reached for John’s chest both knowing that the comment was underserved and that he would be ready to fight. You simply tried to keep the super soldier away from Eli and John let you. He could have used his strength to walk into your hand and move you with him but he let you ground him. The reaction he was about to make was quickly silenced by your next words. 

“John? Drop it. Enough damage has been done.” You looked up at him and noticed the look in his eyes. Your wording could have been better but you were also still in shock that Eli would try something like that. As soon as you realized John was distracted for a moment you took his hand and led him out of the bar. When the two of you were outside he went cold and took his hand back. Enough damage has been done, yeah..

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“Enough damage?” John’s voice sounds of disbelief when the two of you entered the tower alone or at least from what the two of you gathered. That’s why he had been so cold when you tried to apologize on the way back for not heeding his earlier warning about Eli for telling him enough damage though you were quick to correct yourself. You blanked on how John would have reacted when all he was doing was trying to protect you. He wasn't a good guy but he was trying.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You quickly interjected. You looked around the living space of the tower before looking back at John with a genuine look on your face which John noticed but he was already in his head. 

“No? Then how did you mean it?” John steps up to her as if he was only half man and the other side was pure testosterone and super soldier serum. With a man like Steve Rogers the serum was accentuated with the personality traits of what made him Captain America and with a man like Walker his anger tended to be accentuated as well as his ability to be his own critic. There was never going to be another Captain America and the Government should have waited for Sam to take the shield because each time you argued with Walker he was a volcano festering yet ready to explode.

“I meant him. He ruined our friendship, John. That was the last straw.” You tried to remain civil and not raise your voice knowing an argument would fester. Now, John felt like a fool. He let his anger get a hold of him and snapped at the one person who he could trust. His ego wounded and his pride in the gutter. He was starting something out of nothing and he quickly took a step back, silently apologising. John nodded gently and looked over at you. He went from a steaming bull to a puppy who had just been scolded. You rolled your eyes teasingly and softly smiled over at him. Your smile was always contagious but it had not worked this time. John caught himself up in self-sabotaging and the desire to be more than he was. 

“You did good.” You spoke gently before stepping forward to John. You noticed him puffing his chest out slightly as if he was preening at the compliment. He did pretty well.You chuckled before leaning over and whispering in his ear; 

The only person allowed to touch me like that is you and a soft noise became trapped in John’s throat partly due to surprise at the comment you made.

“Damn right, I am.” The husk John’s tone took on was a welcome sound. Part of him wanted to remind you who exactly you belonged to while the other part was still fuming at the encounter at the bar. He had tried to warn you but he also did not want to come off as controlling. You pressed your lips against his Adam's Apple and another sound found itself lost within his throat. Neither of you were entirely sure how the progression happened but the both of you were standing in the kitchen John’s lips were on yours kissing like a man starved. He only pulled back to pull your shirt over your head and help you with his shirt. His hand quickly found your exposed thigh as he pressed you further against the hanging cabinet. He slotted himself between your legs yet he didn’t fully press against you. He looked up from where the skin of his hand was against yours and the space between the both of you. 

“It’s okay.” You said as soon as you saw the look in his eyes. The haste need was momentarily tossed aside by reverence and the question of consent before he even opened his mouth. When he heard your words he removed the hand on your thigh and dropped to his knees. You were expecting him to tease you, to be needy and take, instead he threw you a curveball. Warforged fingers quickly slide down your panties, his eyes remaining on yours. His blue irises softened as he worked your panties off your ankles. His touch was possessive, enticing a fire to your skin. He took one last glance between the both of you and your face. The needy and anticipating look on your face forced a reaction from the hardness tenting in his jeans. 

“Good boy.” Another small noise became trapped in his throat when you murmured the two words and scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Both of his hands went to the curves of your waist keeping you trapped against him with his inhuman strength, without another word he began. One of his hands kept your skirt hiked up as he licked a stripe against your cunt. When you moaned his name he let his tongue have a mind of its own. Within a matter of moments your hand was in his blonde hair and your legs tense over his shoulders. He was eating you out like a man starved, as if one moment all of this could go away and he would wake up alone. The need to please was higher than the twitch of his tented cock he groaned into your cunt. The taste, the sounds you made, the way his body reacted to how he was making you feel, the praise falling from your lips. 

“Christ..” He took a moment to breathe. The breath of his words hot against your center before he continued. He got off on the cry of his name on your lips, he chuckled gently at just how sweet the sound was. The muscles in his shoulders taut as he tries to keep you from writhing too much. The both of you had to admit this was hot, even the cocksure part of John was incredibly proud to be on his knees.

“J-John!!” He simply hummed into your cunt as he knew what you were trying to express. You were close and he could tell as his teeth gently grazed over your clit. He brought his fingers into play as his tongue focused on your clit. Pumping his middle finger in and out, curling to meet your g-spot, a second finger irresistibly found your center and as soon as he felt you cumming on his fingers he pulled them away and lapped up what he could. He rode you through your orgasm before feeling you pull back on his hair.

“Can’t help it, you taste amazing.” He spoke with a cocky yet affectionate smirk. He pulled back and slowly got to his feet trying to look for your shirts in hopes that the rest of the team wouldn’t find them before you two did. Although, when you slid off the counter and went to your knees John’s search was quickly forgotten.

“It looks painful.” That was a sight.. You on your knees for him, thighs still clenched together. His mind buffered for a moment. Sure, there were times you had him finish in your mouth but the sight. Who in their right mind would refuse you. In a way he couldn’t blame Eli for wanting a shot with you but John was over the moon that at the end of the you choose him. It spoke more than the praise you gave him sometimes. He shook his head in hopes to find a response other than gripping the counter. If he pulled the counter would come loose with ease. Painful was an underestimate.

“He’s always like this when it comes to you.” John’s ability to protest the move to the bedroom or out of the openness of the kitchen was quickly thrown out of the window as soon as your hands worked to free him from his confines. He simply watched as you took care of him, his hips jolting forward at the soft and simple jerk. You knew his ticking points and just how long until you could leave him a goddamn mess. He wasn’t often an advocate for oral from you since he thought he was unworthy but the way you had your thumb brushing over his tip smearing his precum. His bicep flexed as he white-knuckled the counter. He tried to let you take your time, tease him, but his restraint was a ticking time bomb that sped up with every furthering touch.

“You’re so handsome, John.” He had half a mind to grab your jaw and open it, tell you to open wide and take him already. He was playing the fools game and treating you despite what he wanted. When you licked his tip slowly and teasing all that left his mouth was a guttural groan. His mouth remained open and his eyes screwed shut as short, quick bursts of air left his lungs. That egged you on just enough. Your first attempt to take him all the way down was met with a gag and an immediate deep groan from John. When coming up bob your head to set a rhythm before going again and again until you finally take him deep enough. When you do manage to take all of him his hand is immediately in your hair. 

“Stop teasing.” You bobbed your way up his length and took his words as a challenge. 

“Or what?” Your voice was already taking on a hoarse tone. John took on the challenge and chuckled looking down at you with lust blown and darkened irises. “I won’t be able to play Mr. Nice Guy much longer.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes amusedly. You knew he was lost to lust but his words were somewhat funny yet you also knew better than to get him to that point or his super soldier stamina would be the reason you saw stars until the early morning. You finally gave in and worked him with your mouth. What you didn’t fit was worked in your hand. 

It only took a matter of seconds before John’s hand was in your hair again but this time he was guiding you and his hips were moving in tandem. This was what you wanted, him taking matters into his own hands while using your mouth. Not just had you said that when you pulled back again your actions more than proved it. He was not going to say no but God was his guilt going to eat him alive. When he pulled back again you praised him knowing the falsities behind his cocky attitude. You could hear it in each praise he tried to give you. His voice was filled with groans and swears, stumbles of breath and the occasional reminder that this is what you wanted. 

“FUCK!” Was groaned loudly alongside your name with one final push deep into your throat as he came undone. He rode himself through his orgasm and as soon as he pulled back he took a moment to come down and help you up. The kiss, initiated by you, was what sealed the fate of tonight. You pulled back first but Walker’s hands were on your waist. 

“We should clean up..” Both of you could be saved the embarrassment of being asked about the cleanness of the counter. Walker made a mental note to take care of the messes as he was finished with you. He had you walking backwards with his lips on yours, the counter on which he had you finish and wiping off the floor if needed was lost to his mind. 

Fucking Super Soldiers..

[beneathsilverstars]

Hello, there! So, in the secret passage, we learn that Odile had a “hate-crush,” so how do you think it went? (I am an aro Odile believer—)

And, second question, do you think the implication that Bonnie has no friends is one of the reasons they act the way they do? (Besides not having memories of their parents, which definitively would mess a kid up, even if it’s for the best.) I feel there is more to Bonnie’s character than it seems, I just don’t know how to word it properly, sorry.

(answered the first part here)

Bonnie's really interesting, because in some ways they're a very well-written child character, but it's like... sometimes they seem like a well-written 12 year old and sometimes they seem like a well-written 7 year old? Which makes sense, because id5 has said they don't know a lot about kids — it seems she has good intuition for the emotional arc on account of children are obviously just people who haven't had a lot of practice yet, but she isn't familiar with the like, developmental milestone timelines. But! Hey! There are plenty of reasons for kids to be behind average in various areas! So we can absolutely run with some Watsonian theories here.

Tbh I need to replay the game with this topic in mind bc I'm starting to forget exactly which Bonnie moments struck me as pre-preteen. But one of the big ones is that the amount and type of words they have trouble pronouncing is more what I'd expect from a 4-5 year old; my 5 year old recently took a couple tries to get "onigiri" right, but I can't remember the last time she mispronounced something before that. So I think Bonnie might have some kind of language or auditory processing issues, or maybe Nille (or the whole region they're from) speak a different language more often than Vaugardian or something.

Bonnie doesn't mention any friends, but they also barely mention Nille, so maybe they don't have any but maybe they just don't want to think about anyone from Bambouche. But I like to say they don't have any because no one in this party does! Family, acquaintances, coworkers or classmates, but no true close friends. And it would just makes sense, y'know? Bonnie and Nille were newcomers in a small village, which isn't a status you shake easily, especially when you're weird in other ways. And there's no way Bonnie wouldn't have been weird at first — whatever age they were when Nille ran away with them, they would've been behind in social-emotional skills. And once you're the weird kid, you don't get as many chances to socialize, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Even if people were perfectly nice, it makes a difference to be the person who hasn't been good friends with everyone else since preschool.

But that's just peer relationships — by canon I think Bonnie has pretty well caught up on general emotional skills. They're dealing with several very traumatizing situations and handling them surprisingly well! Preteens are known for being a bit angry and angsty, I'm not gonna hold it against them when they react that way to their friend/idol losing a whole eye right in front of them. (This is why I think Nille must have done some therapy and gotten pretty damn good at emotional regulation, if she's raised such a well-regulated and reasonable kid, despite everything.)

And actually, their relative maturity in some ways coulda kinda work hand-in-hand with their relative immaturity in other ways, when it comes to a lack of friendships. It's just another way of being weird, y'know? (<- my "autistic kid who ends up hanging out with adults because they don't vibe with their peers" bonnie agenda)

Overall, though, I feel like we do know a little less about Bonnie than anyone else... Their friend quest is about their relationship with Siffrin, so it doesn't give as much backstory context as everyone else's. And they joined the party because Siffrin found them half-dead, so we don't get the same information about what motivates them as we do with Isabeau and Odile. I think I extrapolate a lot of my Bonnie headcanons/characterizations just from the general themes and trends of ISAT. And then some of it is intertwined with my Nille analysis — the way kids act tells you a lot about how they were raised, and the way kids were raised obviously affects how they act. (Here's some of my more-specific thoughts about that with Bonnie.)

[ao3cassandraic]

What PresAux learns about Murderbot

I've seen a lot of agita about PresAux not immediately clasping Murderbot to its (figurative, also multiple) bosom. I think if you watch without preconceptions, though, everybody's response (even Gurathin's) is on the whole pretty reasonable.

PresAux knows from the meeting with the corpos that Murderbot is cheap and old. Gurathin even shakes his head at Mensah in a "no, don't get railroaded into renting a SecUnit" moment. He also visibly slumps on finding out that Murderbot is a refurb that shouldn't be on display, asks Mensah not to go for "the cheapest one," then closes his eyes in aggravation (blink and you'll miss it; I did on the first several watches) when that's exactly the one Mensah asks to rent. I'm not actually clear on how the humming bit achieves consensus among the PresAuxers, but I'm pretty convinced that Gurathin, having at Ratthi's insistence given up his body-language sit-down protest of Mensah's decision, is going along to get along at that point.

They all ignore its request to stay in the hopper while it assesses the habitat for security, which suggests they aren't taking it particularly seriously -- it's cheap and old and on its last legs, why would they? It doesn't get up in their grille about it, annoyed though it is, which leaves their not-taking-it-seriously fully intact. Ratthi and Arada shove past it on the stairs to check out the bedrooms. Pin-Lee is marginally politer, offering it a stiff ungenuine smile.

Okay, so at this point they are definitely not thinking of it as a colleague, much less friend; save possibly for Gurathin they've written it off as unimportant. Arada, at least, tries to preserve its feelings from Bharadwaj's open microaggression. (Maybe not so micro-, at that. That was a really nasty kick-down from Bharadwaj, honestly.)

But both Arada and Bharadwaj reject Murderbot's security requests three times before the millipede surfaces. The third time is interesting: they are watching Murderbot jump down the crater wall, and flinching as it hits the ground. Concern? Maybe. But Murderbot starts shooting -- in their direction, no less! -- before the millipede surfaces, such that Bharadwaj and Arada look pretty WTF about it, which? Fair enough!

Murderbot then saves Bharadwaj and Arada from the millipede, talking Arada back to the hopper despite her shock via its Sanctuary Moon habit. Note that Gurathin isn’t there; he’s been left to mind the habitat. He only ever experiences the rescue secondhand, through Arada’s feed — and he doesn’t see how badly off she is; he can only see that she’s wholly focused on Murderbot.

Mensah is visibly shocked that Murderbot has to ask permission to enter the hopper, though she doesn’t have time to process that right then. She and Arada glance over toward Murderbot (whose back is to them) while the hopper is headed back, Arada with gratitude, Mensah with what strikes me as concern.

(Just for a moment, can I call out the foreshadowing in “I didn’t necessarily want to kill them… unless I had to.” Wowzers, does that ever land differently after ep 4!)

Mensah takes the trouble to check on Murderbot while Bharadwaj is being rushed to the habitat’s medbay. Murderbot’s nonchalance about its injuries and refusal of treatment gives her a picture of its existence that is clearly engaging her considerable sympathies…

… unlike Gurathin, who is totally freaked out, because he (thinks he) knows how SecUnits behave and it’s Not Like That. (I love the “These people were clueless” / “The SecUnit is dangerous” smash cut. Well-played, writer and director.) And then Gurathin lays his theory on everybody (except Bharadwaj), and we get a bit of common cultural context (even in Preservation): on the entertainment feeds, SecUnits always go rogue and, like, murder everybody.

(Remember the trailer scene where Murderbot’s name is revealed to PresAux? Yeah, zero surprise that several PresAuxers are scared to hear it. “The name’s Krueger, Freddy Krueger” would be scary for the same reason: cultural resonance.)

Gurathin drives this home further by insisting that Murderbot is a “killing machine,” and Mensah accepts that frame enough to repeat it back to them all. (The idea that security = killing is a Whole Damn Thing by itself, but it’s off-topic for this post, so.) She ripostes with a different frame: the need for security.

And that scene marks the establishing of a continuum of attitudes to Murderbot, with Gurathin at one end and Mensah at the other. Pin-Lee is close to Gurathin, Arada to Mensah. Ratthi’s in the middle, open to persuasion from either side, and we haven’t really found out much about where Bharadwaj’s thinking is.

The thing is — the thing is — all of their attitudes are defensible based on what they’ve seen and experienced. Nobody’s out of line here!

[samhadjblog2]

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Viktor's "End of the world" narrative a contrivance to get the two cities to talk to one another. And so its cheap to end the series that was driven by its class conflict with a MCU film where everyone joins together to save the world. And so the show having people die in suits of Enforcers is kind of messed up in the contexts of the conflict between the two cities.

As for the whole "Silco became a mouth piece for forgiveness" is also referring to the unsubtle line in Ep.7 where Silco said "The greatest thing we can do in the world is find the will to forgive ourselves". (Which is kind of messed up in the context's that Vander drowned him).

And the whole speech that his imagined version that Jinx made gave to her just kind of

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Yes it was about Piltover and Zaun that is the central basis of the show. And also Viktor wasn't interested in healing his sickness because he thought he was broken. He wanted to heal it because he didn't want to die. That's been his whole conflict in S1 that he has so much potential however his body is preventing him from obtaining it. And at the end of S1 he already made peace with his death. And so this conversation of "You were never broken Viktor" is empty. Also Viktor only healed people wanted to healed at first and its all Jayce's fault for not talking things out with Viktor and telling him that he met his future self.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

Jinx and Vi were also family and she was willing to call her out for all the murders she committed. To act like Ekko wouldn't have an issue with what Vi did isn't the case. Another thing Ekko also gave up Jinx until he was sent to the alternate dimension.

(Also Viktor end the world narrative is BS)

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

She still a prominent character in the show who has a lot of connections to the main cast. So her just being reduced to this one role is just cheap.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

As you already stated, her connections to Isha, Jinx talking it out with her about helping this fight (Even though I find the conflict a load of BS)

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

It really isn't. This is something that "should of happened" because too much was just glossed over.

Again Viktor's story is BS.

Quick Response To Some Fresh Lunacy

**Spoilers For Arcane**

So while I have only delved into the sheer bedlam that is the Arcane Critical tag once, every now and then one of those feisty little diesel drinkers makes it onto my feed and I am treated to something like this as reasons season 2 supposedly sucked (their phrasing was much more unpleasant):

1. The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it. 2. Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters. 3. Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn. 4. Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid. 5. Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured. 6. Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover. 7. Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character.

Okay... breathe deep... it hurts.. I know it hurts. It hurt me as well to read such a strong concentration of felonious stupidity all in one place as well. But we must never falter. There are a lot of ways I could respond to this. And perhaps at some point I will go more in-depth. But the simple fact is nothing here requires a long, drawn out, point-by-point defense. Because I have seen the show. Which clearly gives me the upper hand here. So, I am going to give each of these the amount of attention they deserve.

The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters

Okay. I am going to make this is as simple as possible so you can follow along with me:

As we know, Silco is not there. Jinx is essentially working this out in her own mind through these hallucinations

Her status as Silco's daughter, being a symbol, his influence and shadow, it is all tying her to the past which as we know is filled to the brim with delicious sugary trauma.

Even though he was a monster, she views him as a father figure. And as much as it sucks to say probably more than Vander. She was so young when Vander died. She was with Silco during her real formative years. And I would bet she has pushed Vander away mentally to protect herself after everything that has occured. So while Vi sees Vander in the barfight when she wants to give up, Jinx sees Silco.

Silco is giving Jinx the permission Jinx realizes she has to give Vi to save both of them.

Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn

Again. HUMANITY ENDING THREAT. Also ya know her fucking sister wanted her by her side.

OH NO! OUR MURDEROUS MENTALLY ILL TERRORIST IS HEALING AND TRYING TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER MISTAKES! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOT CHARACTER GROWTH!

3. True. In that moment she felt she needed to die.. because as she says, she feels "there's no good version of me". I know it's unfair you have to watch the whole scene to get it. But you have taken a profound moment of Jinx's love for her sister and her recognition of how Vi loves her and made it.. whatever this was supposed to be.

Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid.

I have done this so... so many times. I am not doing it again. I will go with the same blanket statement I have been using lately: A non-lethal crowd dispersal weapon in targeted locations against dangerous drug lords and a terrorist who likes blowing shit up? Seems like a decent plan.

Well done. You have taken a beautiful moment of meaning between these two characters and simplified it down to the utmost degree. There are numerous thoughtful, in-depth and heartfelt breakdowns of this scene available and I promised myself I wasn't going to waste a bunch of my time responding to this mind-melting ignorance. So I will just say this. If that is all you see in that scene, I really am sorry for you. I hope someday things improve.

Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover.

Heimerdinger is very aware of his failings. You have to watch in season one. Again.. watching the show you talk about.. very hard I know. And as close as he and Ekko are in season two I think we can safely say they are on the same page. Never mind that Ekko has shown he has no trouble calling out anyone who needs it.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

AGAIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

I'm sorry scary Viktor. I don't know why they keep forgetting you.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would it take to be friends with Edward? Say someone (human or vampire) really wanted to befriend this guy

This may be the rag on Edward blog, but the guy does have friends.

He's friends with the Denali, considers them family for all he finds Tanya's coming onto him awkward and a bit obnoxious. He obviously has his familial relationships going on and in particular is fond of Emmett and has an extremely close relationship with Alice.

I'd say that by the end of Breaking Dawn he thinks of himself and Jacob as friends even though... well... yes. He certainly considers him a fine son-in-law, but let's not talk about that.

And while it probably gets more dubious beyond that, as we don't see too many of the vampires in Breaking Dawn being explicitly friends with Edward more than the other Cullens, he does have friends/get along with people well enough.

He disdains all us humans, but he's not a complete loner.

But back to your question.

So, You, a Human, Wants to Befriend Edward

Shit out of luck.

Look, even Bella got dumped in the friendship department and Edward was fascinated by her. Bella asks if she and Edward can be friends in Twilight, and Edward flat out says no. Granted, Edward means that in the "I want to be far more than friends" way and that he's not satisfied with friendship... but that's the thing, they're never really friends. Oh, he likes her, a lot, but everything is tinged by the romantic context and, well, they just never seem to be plain 'friends'.

And Bella was an exception.

The rest of us...

Edward considers it very poor judgement to like him romantically or want to be friends with him. He despises Jessica in part because of the crush she had on him. The moment you consider being Edward's friend, and Edward hears about it, -100000 points for you.

The other thing is Edward, well, he has a very poor opinion of us humans. He considers us vapid and shallow normies. He judges the mundane thoughts of everyone around him. So, if you ever think about what you should get for lunch today, sorry, it's not going to work out.

The closest we see to Edward becoming a friend with a human is Jacob, but even that doesn't count as it's after Jacob turns into a werewolf and it's not really friendship (Jacob despises him until their uneasy alliance in Breaking Dawn... then still despises him even there as he sees Edward as enabling his wife's death) but more admiration for Jacob's dedication to Bella and the path he provides her for remaining human.

But he only is involved with Jacob because a) Bella b) Jacob's not your normal human.

Mike Newton offends Edward just because he exists and breathes air.

Most likely, you'll have a very embarrassing time where Edward tells you to get over yourself, normie, and occasionally he gives you an exasperated look across the cafeteria whenever you happen to remember this awful awful moment of your life.

So, You, a Vampire, Want to Befriend Edward

More possible than befriending him as a human, still difficult.

Most vampires drink human blood, and while Edward does call some of them his friends, there's a wall that will always be there between him and them. He can't consider them family, and he can't condone their actions. He can get on well enough, but they'll never really be close.

So, right off the bat, you have to drink animal blood which most vampires just don't do and aren't going to do.

Even then, however, while Edward will pay more attention than with humans, you still have to have the right personality. He barely tolerates Rosalie after forced cohabitation for several decades, most of his life as a vampire. Jasper he doesn't understand and exasperates him, also after several decades.

So, we have Emmett and Alice (as Esme and Carlisle fill the parental roles a little too well to be friends).

Emmett is very easy going, an extrovert, fun to be around, and is the kind of guy everyone can get along with. He's the one who's steady as a rock, who never has any particular problems of his own and thus can help the family deal with all of their problems (such as the time he took Edward hunting because Edward was going insane... and watched Edward go insane).

Alice has her kinship through her gift, Edward relates to Alice, they understand one another better than anyone else can, and their mutual support has formed a very close friendship between the two of them.

But in a way, that works best because Alice is sister, I don't think it'd work if this was a person just dipping in and out of Edward's life as a friend.

So, seems the best option is to be an Emmett.

Be a fun, charismatic, extrovert who isn't overly complicated or in any way brooding, who is simply easy to be around and wants to do fun things, and can give Edward a break from himself.

[90sbee]

everything is a lesbian allegory if you're gay enough

[long-live-evie]

*Evie couldn't help a slight flicker of defiance. He didn't know what she had done in her line of duty. He shouldn't be so quick to judge whether or not she was doing it "right".

But then she sighed again, biting her tongue. That was exactly it. Luke didn't know. She had no reason to be upset. Maybe assassins worked under a different code where he came from.*

I never said I did it lightly. I did my best to verify every target I was given, to be sure the problem really was best solved with their death. Sometimes I found out it benefitted more people to simply ruin my target. But if they were taking advantage of a system that would serve no justice no matter what (and that was most common), I would erase them entirely.

I can't say I've never taken pleasure in a kill, but to be perfectly fair, I don't think anyone would be immune to that feeling if they were in my position when I pulled that trigger. Sometimes you're faced with a monster in human skin, no humanity left. At that point, letting them live would be a crime I couldn't live with.

*Evie curled up where she sat, swallowing hard to keep down the bile rising in her throat at the memory. A big city with such a dark underbelly was a dangerous thing, and her mere existence as a pretty young girl had ensured she had seen the worst of what humanity had to offer. Heck, there were gaps in her memory that she wasn't even sure she wanted to try filling in, the context she could remember was horrible enough.*

I'm not an unfeeling freak about it. I kept records, even though I wasn't supposed to, so I could always remember that they were still people, and why I had to do what I did... but I am glad that I don't have to be that last resort anymore, though if I have to be again, I will, as long as it's justified.

*The shadows were just beginning to stretch long in the woods where they were, as Luke trained @long-live-evie in the beginning lightsaber forms. Both of them held a well sized stick aloft, as he guided her through the movements. Nearby, Don was prancing about, ostensibly on guard, but actually chasing a flurry of tiny rift butterflies.*

*The peaceful moment was not to last, however.*

*Luke noticed it first, a dark presence, not overly close, but approaching. And very, very familiar. Next, Don noticed, and immediately the little Landshark was growling and on guard in anger... and fear.*

*Finally, the sensation hit Evie, who had been holding her senses close while training.*

[lover-of-skellies]

I forget who made this meme, but whoever you are, I want you to know that I saved this because it still makes me laugh whenever I look at it

[tastelesssandwiches-reheated]

[dragonpyre]

Everyone knows how hard it is to find a good goon

[swhhdr-wthhr]

i know i haven't uploaded a new chapter for this fic in over half a year... and i probably won't any time soon... but here's some lore explained w/ virgil

[bogkeep]

hey does anyone have the time loop story written from the pov of a friend of the woman caught in the time loop? it was published outside of tumblr but shared on here some time ago, i just haven't found it again since

[mxflora]

[lyril]

a few toshiro collages i had done for my unfinished analysis 🌻🐌

[shorthaltsjester]

Imogen Temult, Exaltant Hope of the Red Storm

Heroes and Monsters by Penny & Sparrow // Critical Role Campaign 3