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Are there some things you dislike about fans' interpretation of the other mercs?
Yeah uh. This is long so it's under the cut. Whole TF2 fandom boutta be like 2Fort on my arse.
I hate how people make Medic "evil". He's fun and goofy and likes doing experiments and he'll betray the people paying him for the sake of his long-time coworkers who he's mates with. He's not evil, he's not manipulative, outsmarting the LITERAL DEVIL doesn't make you a bad person. There is literally nothing in canon to point to Medic being evil except MAYBE stealing a bloke's spine (coulda been dark humour for all we know) and turning a criminal into a sentient pumpkin, which is something that Engie HELPED HIM DO but no one goes around calling him evil. Medic is chaotic good or chaotic neutral, he is not evil.
The amount of people who are downright racist about Demo, or the amount of people who reduce his addiction to the butt of a joke. There's a lot of shit that I notice. They act like Demo isn't fiercely loyal—look at his relationship to his mum). They act like he's lazy because he's an alcoholic—HE HAS 3 JOBS AND WANTS MORE, HE WASN'T LAZY IN THE COMICS HE WAS DEPRESSED BECAUSE HE LOST ALL HIS MATES. On the other end of the coin, you have people insisting that Demo's alcoholism isn't as bad as it actually is, as if substance abuse is a fucking moral failing and they can't have their blorbo be a bad person by just letting him be the alcoholic he's shown to be in canon.
As an intersex man: do not get me fucking started on the amount of intersex+NB headcanons I've seen of Pyro. People need to realise that like the rest of the human population, most intersex people are cis, that gender is not equivalent to sex, and that EVERY intersex character being non-binary promotes a harmful stereotype. Actually I'll be honest—I side-eye EVERY intersex Pyro headcanon what's made by a perisex person. Most the time they give off massive virtue signal vibes and I really don't like how the second you can't clearly determine someone's gender people immediately go "ah, intersex" like we're all visually androgynous. I also don't like how the person MOST OTHERED ON THE TEAM is always given the intersex headcanon. It doesn't make me feel represented, it makes me feel like everyone already seems me as an other and that's all I'll ever be.
People who act like the pronoun police and insist Pyro's pronouns are they/them. Canonically Pyro is always and consistently referred to as he/him except when he's being dehumanised by his own team and called it. It's cool if you headcanon Pyro as using they/them, just remember it ISN'T CANON and you shouldn't be getting on people's arse about non-canon pronouns. What are you a cop?
On a similar vein, the amount of people who infantilise Pyro. Pyro was literally the CEO OF A COMPANY who was responsible for RECORD PROFITS OF THAT COMPANY. Pyro is an adult. People assume that because Pyro hallucinates or enjoys "childish" things that it means Pyro's a child. Please be fucking normal about mental illness, my god.
People who make Scout transfem for the sole purpose of shipping Scout with Pauling, worse even if they outright make it so that Scout transitioned SPECIFICALLY to hook up with Pauling. You realise that you're enforcing TERF "all transfems are predatory and transition just to get chicks/transfem lesbians are just straight men" rhetoric right? Please tell me you're aware. People who make Scout transfem for reasons beside this (ie you just like transfem Scout) and still hook her up with Pauling for fun, I love you and this post is not about you. <3
People who ignore Medic's likely bisexuality in favour of writing him as a strictly gay male. Bi erasure is fucking real lads. If you have the view that Demo was talking out his arse and didn't actually shag Medic's wife cuz he's not even married, cool ok. I'm talking about the people who insist Medic's wife was his beard.
People who act like the ship police with Pauling's sexuality when her being a lesbian was something mentioned in one tweet on Twitter by Jay, not approved by Valve, and never referenced in the source material (outside of MAYBE how she stared at Zhanna while she was fighting robots, but that facial expression could also be interpreted as impressed or "so horrified she can't look away". Especially when she outright agreed to go on a second date with Scout in Expiration Date. If you headcanon her as a lesbian, cool! Just don't enforce it on other people and give them flak for shipping her with non-women characters. This applies to people aggressively enforcing Medic's sexuality as well. What are you a cop?
How the character people trans the most is the white skinny twink, white skinny otter, or white wolf. Why not Demo? Trans people of colour exist too. I can count the trans Demo headcanons I've seen on one hand. Why not Heavy? Why not Heavy? You know fat trans people exist too right?
My family is southern and half the time people don't know what the fuck goes on down south. Tell me you've never been to a cookout without telling me you've never been to a cookout. They either write him as too northern/coasty and only enforce the "stereotype" southern aspects of him, or they write him as racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc because he's southern. Luckily the latter gets a LOT of pushback on Tumblr so I haven't seen it much, but it's more prevalent on Twitter and fanfic sites.
People conveniently ignoring how Heavy's father was killed and his family was imprisoned by the USSR so they can call him a communist. Lol what. I get that you hate capitalism but you realise there's more options than just capitalism vs communism vs socialism right? That you can hate/dislike communism without also being a capitalist? Heavy would not support communism after what the USSR did to his family in the name of communism because his father was a counter-revolutionary. Also people ignoring WHY Heavy's father was killed, and how his father having different politics got his whole family, including innocent children chucked to a GULAG IN SIBERIA where they were starved and constantly abused by the guards, and how even after their escape the government continued to hunt them with the intent of killing them. He would not be a communist. He probably sees a hammer and sickle in his fucken nightmares.
Spy being evil and an arsehole. You know his schtick is the suave gentleman right? He's cool but he also has to be cringefail. And arsehole is a far cry from a gentleman.
People making Soldier a bigot. Har har I know it's funny to joke about the bloke obsessed with America being a bigot, but do you honestly think he cares enough? He's xenophobic at worst. Everyone is assumed to be American and his best mate is a black Scottish cyclops. Half the time I'm convinced you people want Soldier to be a bigot so you can write bigoted shit and not cop shit cuz it's coming out of his mouth.
Carrying on from prev, the amount of people I've seen use the time setting as an excuse to be bigoted towards the characters. This is ESPECIALLY prevalent where it seems like every story-focussed fic of Demo has a scene where someone is being racist to him and he Heroically Sticks Up For Himself or someone else sticks up for him to show How Much They Don't Care About Being Seen With A Black Man (usually it's Soldier, sometimes it's Sniper). You realise everyone knows racism is bad, right? That that's really not necessary? It wouldn't be an issue if it wasn't in EVERY FIC but it's like the author always needs to proudly claim themselves Not Racist while writing REALLY RACIST SHIT directed at the ONE CONFIRMABLE MAN OF COLOUR on the team just so they can yell "RACISM BAD but here's me jumping at the opportunity to call a man of colour a racial slur".
Well, reckon that about covers her...
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La Bassa beach in San Antonio Abad, Ibiza, Spain
Spanish vintage postcard
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“Ved al alcohol como al destino: así como colma a nuestras vidas de placeres, también se los lleva todos.”
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Long live the queen 💕
Marilyn Monroe outside Tiffany's in New York, 1957. Photo by Sam Shaw.
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Arde la UCR bonaerense: Abad dice que ganó pero Lousteau quiere impugnar el escrutinio definitivo
La Junta Electoral de la UCR oficializó este jueves el triunfo de la lista de Maximiliano Abad contra la de Martín Lousteau y Facundo Manes en la disputa por la conducción de la UCR bonaerense. Según ese órgano, Miguel Fernández y Elsa Llenderrozas se impusieron por 51,6 por ciento contra Pablo Domenichini y Nazarena Mesías, que consiguieron 48,4 puntos. Sin embargo, este viernes el juez federal…
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Artesanos ceramistas de la asociación Abad en Azerbaiyán
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Schröder, nuevo abad primado de los benedictinos: construir puentes para la paz
Comunicado de http://www.vaticannews.va — Alemán, de 59 años, monje desde hace 40, fue elegido por los abades benedictinos de todo el mundo reunidos en Roma, en la colina del Aventino. Noticias del Vaticano El 14 de septiembre fue elegido el nuevo abad primado de la Confederación Benedictina: se trata del alemán Jeremias Schröder, de 60 años cumplidos en diciembre, hasta ahora abad presidente de…
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on one hand, i hate school. on the other hand, i used to work in a cigarette factory so i feel like this is not my biggest issue
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Misterio en la Aldea. Cuento Corto.
A Juanjo le extrañó no oír a su padre gritándole para iniciar con las faenas del día: dar de comer a las gallinas, ordeñar a la vaca, recoger leña… Lo que sí escuchó fue una melodía de flauta cuyo sonido se iba alejando. «Quizás había algún juglar en la aldea», pensó. Se levantó de la cama y se asomó por la ventana. A esas horas de la madrugada, la luna creciente aún proporcionaba suficiente luz para ver, y lo que vio lo sorprendió mucho: hombres, mujeres y niños, salían a medio vestir y se unían a una gran fila de personas que caminaban siguiendo la música. Recorrió su hogar, buscando a sus padres. Sobre la mesa había dos infusiones a medio terminar y aún tibias, pero ni rastro de ellos. Salió a la calle seguido por su perro Roy.
Con trabajos los alcanzó. Al igual que los demás, con los ojos nublados, como los ciegos, seguían el sonido, que se desvanecía en el bosque. Por más que les gritó y les manoteó mientras Roy ladraba como loco, no logró que repararan en él.
El contingente de personas se internó muy profundo en el bosque, llegando frente a unas escaleras de piedra que el niño nunca había visto y las empezaron a subir. Roy se puso frente a Juanjo impidiéndole seguir y enseñándole los dientes. Un resplandor inexplicable, matizado por una niebla ligera, iluminaba el lugar que estaba al otro lado. «¡Madre! «¡Padre!» Sus gritos fueron en vano y los suyos se perdieron entre el gentío. Cuando la última persona del pueblo subió, la música, que se escuchaba ya muy lejana, cesó.
Se oyó un estruendo, como una máquina encendiéndose. Una enorme estructura en forma de plato se elevó lentamente sobre el bosque, girando sobre sí misma cada vez a más velocidad y generando un zumbido creciente que lo hizo taparse los oídos. De repente aquel plato desapareció en el cielo, y junto con él aquel raro resplandor. Juanjo temblaba, pero él y Roy subieron las escaleras y desde lo alto vieron un claro del bosque, donde la hierba aparecía aplastada en forma de círculo. No había rastro de las personas. Sin comprender lo sucedido, tenía la esperanza de verlos de nuevo en la aldea y regresaron.
La aldea estaba desierta. Parecía que solo Juanjo fuera inmune al efecto de la música. Conmocionado, recorrió algunos lugares: en la panadería, recogió pan recién hecho. En un establo bebió un poco de leche recién ordeñada. Así pasaron dos días en los que no les faltó nada, ni de comer ni de beber. El niño llegó a pensar que la vida sin adultos no estaba del todo mal, pero de noche, tenía pesadillas, de las que Roy lo sacaba dándole tiernos lengüetazos en las mejillas.
Atemorizada, llegó gente de otros pueblos para ver qué había pasado y se encontraron con el niño, quien narró el suceso con lujo de detalles aunque nadie le creyó. Llegó un abad y un hombre de parte del señor de aquellas tierras, el primero, perplejo de que tantas almas hubiesen desaparecido sin dejar rastro y temiendo que aquello fuese obra del demonio, y el segundo, enojado porque la fuerza de trabajo había menguado considerablemente. Ambos le acompañaron al bosque para corroborar su versión, pero no encontraron rastro ni de las escaleras ni del claro donde Juanjo vio la hierba aplastada.
Lo acusaron de mentiroso. El abad sugirió que Juanjo tenía algo que ver con la desaparición de todos y que era urgente hacerle un exorcismo. De momento se decidió azotarle públicamente hasta que confesara la verdad. Su pequeño cuerpo de diez años recibió cuatro azotes y luego lo dejaron en una celda. Además del dolor, estaba angustiado, pues no sabía qué le habían hecho a su perro.
Esa noche, Juanjo escuchó a Roy ladrando afuera de la cárcel y también la extraña melodía que se había llevado antes a todos. Los cerrojos de su prisión se abrieron espontáneamente y pudo salir. Esperaba ver más personas siguiendo la música, pero no fue así. Adolorido como estaba, decidió seguirla. Llegó al inicio de las escaleras de piedra. «¡Y ahora aparecen!», pensó con amargura. Roy se quedó atrás y esta vez no detuvo al niño. Juanjo subió, y al llegar a lo más alto vio, al otro lado, el mismo plato metálico, que estaba estático y flotando a centímetros del suelo. Tenía una puerta abierta por donde salía una luz muy blanca y diferente a la luz amarillenta de las velas que ellos usaban. El niño bajó las escaleras y se acercó. Una persona salió del interior, ¡era su madre!, aunque notó que, aunque parecía ella, algo tenía de extraño, pues se veía más alta y con los miembros desproporcionados, el iris azul de sus ojos ahora era negro y cubría toda la parte blanca del ojo. Juanjo miró hacia donde estaba Roy, quien después de hacer contacto visual con el niño, dio media vuelta y desapareció. Tambaleándose, Juanjo se acercó a su «madre» y esta le puso las manos sobre la espalda curándolo al instante de las heridas infligidas por los azotes. Lo abrazó con una ternura desconocida para él, y luego lo guio con delicadeza hacia el interior del plato. El sonido de la flauta cesó y fue remplazado por el zumbido que se fue incrementando de a poco…
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local old man finally gets new clothes
#this was inspired by that one AT comic where Ice King goes out and shops for new clothes with pb and marcy it was soo cute#but fr let this man wear something other than a suit and tie#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#marceline abadeer#princess bubblegum#fanart#digital art#my art
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sending my own complaint about tf2 fanon sonce this is a safe space.
i have really, truly grown tired of people characterizing medic as being utterly incapable of having moments of compassion or listening to other people's feelings, even with his own friends.
like the one thing that stands out to me is when he shows genuine concern for both miss pauling and sniper in naked and the dead (specifically the part where sniper wants to get back to the field after his resurrection and medic immediately tells him off because he was in no condition to fight. he could have just sent him on his merry way and be done with it)
also when he tells tfc heavy that he'll be right behind him in battle which tells us alot about his friendship with the tf2 heavy. he likes being useful and he likes contributing to the team, except unlike the tf2 mercs, the classic team treated him with a total dissmisal because he was disposable to them. so of course he gave the same treatment to them, as opposed to how he is with his own team. he was ecstatic to reunite with his friends who actually appreciated his work and the things he does for them.
he is fully capable of bonding with people as seen with heavy, miss p, sniper and his doves. he tries to help in his own way, it's just that this fandom simply has no idea how to write a complex multidimensional character. like yeah, he's full of himself but that doesn't equate complete and total apathy LMAO???
this got lengthy but yeah, i am very opinionated about this subject 👍
Yeah like. Coming from someone who DOES have "complete and total apathy"... That's not Medic. He's shown to have care/compassion/concern for people (as well as his doves).
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Beach scene in Sant Antonio Abad, Ibiza, Spain
Spanish vintage postcard, mailed in 1952 to Beauvais, France
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ice king pipeline ig
#this is the worlds most dumbest thing#if you think you recognize the format you probably do#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#ice king#marceline abadeer#adventure time spoilers
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Se agudiza la tensión política entre el presidente y la vicepresidenta de Ecuador
Quito, 13 ago (EFE).- La denuncia de la vicepresidenta de Ecuador, Verónica Abad, contra el presidente, Daniel Noboa, por … Source link original
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