someone probably said this already but in spiderverse i think it's interesting how when pavitr was first introduced everyone thought something bad was gonna happen to him bc of how confident and optimistic he was. and then in the actual movie we see that something bad was supposed to happen to him (police chief dying!) but it doesn't! miles stops it! and miguel berates miles for this, says it's going to cause the universe to collapse or whatever.
there's this idea that tragedy is inherent to spidermans growth, and while it's true that some spiderpeople learn important lessons through loss, no one stops to ask, is it really necessary? yeah, maybe the chief was supposed to die. but why does spiderman have to be formed through tragedy? why do we (as heroes) have to let people die? pavitr didn't lose anyone, and he's still a good spiderman! maybe, if he doesn't suffer, he'll end up better off for it!
so while miguel is arguing for all this big picture stuff about saving the multiverse he's lost sight of what it really means to be a spiderman, he's not looking out for the real individual people. yeah it's just one person who would die, but that one person means something to someone. shrugging and saying "stuff just sucks sometimes, we can't do anything about it" is the opposite of what superheroes do. pretty obviously, miles arc is also a reflection of the struggles people face in real life, working within unequal systems, where it's easy to shrug and say "that's just the way it is" and not ask "but why does it need be this way? can't we do something about it?"
miguel is arguing that you can't have your cake and eat it too. presumably, miles and co. are going to find a way to get around that and change things for the better (and maybe that's why miles has that line about two cakes in the advisors office!)
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Any time Jason is just throwing his own morals in the trash and blindingly following Bruce, it should be clear that it's because that man cannot stop caring. It's not something good, it's a sign that there's something wrong with him, actually.
It's destroying him inside, he's kept awake at night thinking that some repeat offender he begrudgingly didn't kill will escape and make another victim. It's eating at him because he sees it as he becoming Bruce, but he won't give that up because, well, Bruce (and maybe one or two other adjacent people) is everything he has left and he will not, despite everything, give that up. It's selfish and he hates himself for it, but its Jason putting himself first (something no one has ever done for him). And every night he looks at his empty house, thinks of the people who aren't really by his side, and asks himself if it's worth.
None of Jason having a change of heart. No regret and no guilt for the people he did kill, but guilt for the fact that his inaction might result in new victims.
And in the end is just him and the people he couldn't save, including himself.
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I know in most fics Ian and Mickey have passionate reunion sex their first night in prison, and while I 100% believe they would, I wonder if their first night might’ve looked a little different
Watching Ian prepare for prison, learning how to stay safe, where to eat and who to talk to, saying goodbye to his whole family, bracing himself for a new life is stressful
I can only imagine how stressed he would be in this new, dangerous, environment. He is totally alone, the new guy who is publically gay (prisoners have access to the news), and ginger to boot
We know Ian sometimes struggles to sleep, and so I imagine Ian probably struggled to sleep properly through the night leading up to prison - let alone his first night inside
But then Mickey shows up
Mickey is there. And they are cellmates and everything will be alright.
Mickey, who has spent months in Mexico working for a cartel, dealing drugs and overall not making good decisions, does something so brave and romantic as turning himself in, just to keep Ian safe
Mickey must’ve been tired too. He’s been dealing with the feds, travelling from Mexico back to Chicago, getting a good deal, all while not knowing if Ian would even want to see him - or what mental state he is in
They’re tired. They don’t have sex.
Instead, Ian crawls into Mickeys tiny bottom bunk, sleeping next to the wall (Mickey prefers having a clear view of the door), holding each other as tightly as possible.
It should be uncomfortable how tight Ian has his arms wrapped around Mickey, but he doesn’t care. He needs it. Craves it. Loves it.
Sure, Mickey was secretly hoping for a little action, if not full-on banging a handjob would be nice - but he also loves this.
Just them. Close together, breathing each other in as they finally get to lower their guard.
Mickey turned his head slightly to steal a kiss from Ian, but to no avail. Ian is dead to the world, nose pressed deep into the nape of his neck, having spent a good few minutes just smelling his skin. Creep.
Ian finally gets his person back, and Mickey finally feels safe.
The mattress is too thin, there is just one pillow, and the bunk beds are not designed for two fully grown muscular men; but Ian is finally able to sleep trough the whole night not having a single nightmare, and Mickey is able to feel safe for the first time in months
Yeah, they’re in prison and everything gonna suck for a while, but they’re together and that’s all that matters
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