#I know it literally doesn't matter whether I ripped anything off but my god! In my head I just feel awful and can't do anything about it

[jejciu]

Wanting to talk about midground but not knowing what exactly I wanna say. It would be so much easier if I was posting it online while I was writing it but now it's too late. If I published it in any way it would get called a stranger things rip off. The other day I saw some post randomly about how that angel guy from chainsaw head man anime also kills with touch (I think?). Also like earlier this year I randomly found out some adult cartoon came out about like exorcists in Manila. What are the odds!!! I feel like at this point nothing in midground is original. It's awful bc like how do I prove that I came up with this or that idea way before whichever show came out. I can't!!! I'd forever feel like a scammer. I know that were living in a time when we get to see more content, written or filmed or drawn than at any other point in the existence of the world and that's why I'm being hit with this realization that nothing I write is original or fresh or new but like my god. I still feel so guilty.

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

[sweatertheman]

I don't know if I've said this before on here, but, at least from my current position in the story, Homestuck seems to be about the degradation of identity.

Characters loose traits, and they don't get new ones. John looses his childish goofy nonsense prankster streak, but doesn't get more mature to compensate. He's still a goofy airhead. He's just... less of himself. Jade loses her gnostic view of the world where everything works out in the end. It isn't replaced with anything, it just goes away. Rose loses her tendency to psychoanalyse others and see malice in others. It's just not part of her character anymore.

Characters have their individuality stripped, placed in a reality where there are infinite identical versions of themselves. Davesprite is chalked up to by John as just another Dave.

Characters are expected to comply with the game, and are made out to be in the wrong when they fight against it. Jadesprite is made out to be unreasonable for being sad when her afterlife is ripped away from her, when she is forced to be brought back to this after going to the place where all her friends are and she's happy. As bad as Vriska is, she's made out to be in the wrong for being mad that reality has deemed her irrelevant, leaving her to wander around the afterlife for god knows how long, being tormented by Andrew Hussie. Rose's plan to pry answers from the game is made out to be misguided, and is later seen complying with it, reading up on the rules.

Characters fuse together, becoming sprites, losing not only their selves, being fused with another, but also becoming tools of the game, literally parts of it more than they already were, possessing all the knowledge and being forced to only divulge it in cryptic nonsense, the will of the game subsuming their own.

John, who loses more of himself than anyone else, becoming a husk of the boy who started this quest, is painted as the good and wholesome leader. He's an airhead, but he is good and heroic, and he complies. He allows himself to be killed, willingly, in the name of serving the game. Identity as a subject is prevalent in a lot of places.

Aranea tells Terezi that they are defined by their limitations, that if they truly had free will, they would be perfectly generic. Like the completely punched card that produces a perfectly generic object.

Dirk splinters off into pieces of himself. Tavrisprite's personality is irreconcilable. Aradia gets so fed up with not having choice that she tries to short circuit the robot just to change something, and when she finally lets go, the robot explodes anyway.

The world of Homestuck is designed to beat the identity out of those who participate in it. Those who resist become antagonists, or are painted in an unreasonable light. All the characters slowly become less and less of themselves. They literally have to kill their Earth bodies to become Gods. Destroy their self to attain the power they need to succeed. Become mythologized as near faceless, personifying their class and aspect entirely.

And what's worse is that none of this is painted as wrong so far. This isn't like DELTARUNE, where the characters struggle against predestiny, and the people who most comply with the narrative are painted as emotionally unstable with no sense of self-worth. Nothing opposes this. The characters become husks of themselves, losing their defining traits, and not getting new ones, and no one opposes this. The game destroys planets, wipes out whole species, kills the loved ones of the participants, and no one blames the game. The game is everything, and its will is supreme. The Ultimate Prize is all that matters. Becoming Gods and restarting the cycle anew. The game will kill you and you will comply. It will decide whether or not you deserve to die based on its own morality. All this, and no one actively opposes this. No one who tries to defy the game succeeds. The game does the same things Doc Scratch does, but Doc Scratch is the Bad Guy who opposes the game. He and his boss must be stopped, but Sburb and Skaia and the eldritch gods must be saved.

Homestuck is about a group of friends who have their lives taken away from them, and are turned into instruments of a higher power, losing everything that makes them who they are. And that's a good thing or at least not a bad thing, because they are cool and confident, and they're happier this way.

At least, that's how it seems from where I'm at. Last time I read it Jane and Jake wandered onto Derse while Dirk was in the middle of a revolution.

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Twin Flame - Chapter 10: "Death By A Thousand Cuts"

"I look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up. Chandelier's still flickering here 'cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not. It's death by a thousand cuts..."

"Torres," Sam curtly greets, walking up the ramp to the utility plane. 

Joaquin winces as Sam coldly breezes past him up the ramp. He quickly follows him, desperately reassuring him, hoping to appease some of Sam's anger, "If it makes you feel any better, she really did try to keep out of trouble."

"It doesn't," Sam grimaces, pulling out his phone to call Bucky. As he's about to dial, he hears Bucky's heavy footsteps echo up the ramp. And even though Bucky has no idea what's going on, he can feel the tension between Joaquin and Sam. He knows there's about a handful of people in Sam's life that would get him this worked up in worry: Sarah, his nephews, and you. He finds himself unsettled with worry as Sam hisses at Joaquin, "You should've called me."

"Er... What happened?" Bucky hesitantly questions, placing his bag down on the seat. 

"I work with reckless idiots," Sam grumbles.

"And that’s why you’re pissed with Torres?" Bucky urges. 

"That would be Reckless Idiot #2," Sam angrily tells him.

Bucky frowns, "Oh."

"It doesn't matter," Sam curtly states, signaling to Bucky that he doesn't want to rehash whatever argument Bucky stumbled onto. "The other reckless idiot should be back in Louisiana with Sarah by now."

"You really think she shouldn't know?" Bucky exhales, taking a seat as the plane takes off. 

It was one thing ignoring you, but lying to you was entirely different. And as much as he hated to admit it, knowing that he was doing just that felt like a knot was twisting itself into the pit of Bucky's stomach.

"I don't know,” Sam admits, his bag haphazardly seated in his lap. “Doesn't matter, we need more answers before I drag her into this mess."

"I hate to admit it, but we’re over our heads with this," Bucky cautions. "This is literally centered around her."

Sam shakes his head, standing when he feels the plane steadily moving through the air.

He takes his duffle bag in hand, moving to place his bag on the small tarp where some of his other gear lay beneath. "We need to figure out where this serum’s even coming from. And how they’re making them in the first place."

"Yeah," Bucky reluctantly concedes. 

Sam haphazardly drops his duffle bag on top of the tarp. His eyes widen when from beneath the tarp, he hears a muffled, "Ow."

"What the-" Sam gasps. Bucky's head snaps up at the sound that came from underneath the dark tarp. Sam's jaw almost drops as he quickly reaches down and rips the tarp off of his gear. He bellows, "Oh my God!" 

You wince, curling further into yourself as your hiding spot is given away.

"What are you- Why are you- How did you-" Sam sputters, not able to finish a single question.

He's not even sure whether to be impressed by your tenacity, mad at your stubbornness, laughing that you actually stowed away. His mind races and he can't bring himself to settle on a single emotion.

"Right back at you!" you accuse, hopping up from your hiding place amongst some tactical gear. You point to Joaquin who's emerged from the front of the plane at the sound of the commotion, "You asked Reckless Idiot #2 for help? " Then you point to Bucky, who's settled on an amused expression as he settles into his seat to watch you two fight it out. "And Bucky!? But you didn't bother to tell me anything?"

"I knew you heard that phone call!" he loudly groans, his hands grasping at air in frustration. 

"Well, I’m glad I did. I can't believe you!" you argue back. 

"Me?" Sam shouts in disbelief. "You stowed away! You’re supposed to be back in Louisiana!"

"Because I knew you were hiding things from me!" you angrily defend. 

"I had nothing to do with this," Joaquin swears to Bucky. 

Bucky shrugs, throughly entertained by the fighting.

Even though he didn't know either of you that long, this was something that was distinctly familiar, this was something that he knew all too well.

Because, yes, you and Sam loved each other like siblings, but even more entertaining to Bucky and really anyone lucky enough to witness you two bicker back and forth, you both fought with each other like siblings.

Bucky quietly tells Joaquin, “In my experience, it’s best to let them fight it out.” 

You can feel the anger swelling in the pit of your stomach and rising in the throat again. And once again, it starts slipping through your grasp. Though you were just sailing through a clear, blue sky, the plane suddenly begins to sway and rattle like you're traveling through the eye of the storm.  

"We weren't expecting any turbulence, I should go check on that," Joaquin skittishly announces, barely excusing himself before scrambling to the cockpit and away from the fight.

You force yourself to take a deep breath, physically stepping backwards and away from your fight with Sam. 

"Yeah, turbulence," Sam half-heartedly agrees, carefully watching each one of your sharp inhales followed by choppy exhales. 

Taking another step back to lean on the utility crates, you do your best to shake away the moment.

It's only a few short moments before you've settled. And when you do, you become incredibly conscious of the third person sitting just a few feet away from you.

You turn your head, seeing Bucky for the first time in months.

You don't allow yourself a moment to take in how drastically different he looks. You pretend your eyes don't want to rake over his face to examine him for a moment.

You're not interested in the way he's changed all these months. Not in the exhaustion that seems permanently etched onto his face. Not in the incredibly short hair he now wears. Not in the stormy emotions clouding up his once brilliant blue eyes. 

No, you tell yourself you don't notice any of these things. You pretend you don’t care. It hurts so much less if you don’t care.

You simply acknowledge him with a tip of your head and a tight smile, “Bucky.”

The amused smile melts off of Bucky's face, slightly jarred by the use of his nickname, one you've never used before. In spite of his shock, the corner of his mouth twists up as he juts his chin in an awkward greeting, "Hey."

“Hi,” you repeat. 

Now that he's not entertaining himself with watching the two of you fight, he's taken aback by the sight of you for the first time in months.

His eyes rake over you and he's not even sure what he's supposed to be focusing on. The fact that you're not in some obscenely yellow clothes, well, except for your shoes. He almost cracks a smile at seeing the remnants of your bright personality. 

Your face is beaten up and he really has to tamp down the urge to demand who did that to you so he can kill them. There's a small gash on your temple, barely noticeable now that it's cleaned up, a yellowing bruise on the very top of your cheekbone. 

Now, now, you look like the SHIELD asset everyone always wanted you to be.

He'll concede that you look bad ass, a complete contrast from the person he once knew, the opposite of the person that you told him you so badly didn't want to be. And a part of him, a much bigger part than he'd ever admit, hates that, hates that he almost doesn't recognize you. 

Yeah, you sort of annoyed him when the two of you first met. But in the short time you knew each other, he also really liked you. You weren't scared of him. You made him laugh. He liked watching your banter with Sam, he liked that in some weird way he found an unexpected friend in you.

He fought that feeling of kinship and understanding. He fought it hard. He kept reminding himself that he only knew you a few months.

Because it didn't matter how much it felt like he'd known you forever, he didn't. 

And he especially hates that the words at the forefront of his mind sound like some sappy romance character. Because all that he can think is that it looks like someone dimmed the bright, bubbly person he once knew.

Like someone broke you. 

"Well, this is awkward," Sam quips after a long silence.

You both finally tear your eyes away from each other, both looking at Sam with a particularly annoyed expression. 

“Thanks for that,” Bucky retorts, rolling his eyes at Sam. 

“Well, since I’m here," you forcefully exhale, plopping yourself down a few seats away from Sam and diagonal to Bucky. "You guys wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Sam and Bucky share a look, silently debating who’s going to be the one to tell you about what they’d discovered. After a moment, Sam speaks, carefully choosing his words, “We think there's some sort of serum being worked on. There’s still a lot we don’t know.”

“What kind of serum?” you question.

“We’re calling it the Sunshine serum," Sam half-heartedly chuckles. "But from what we've know, it’s your DNA they’re copying.”

“My DNA?” you repeat, twisting and untwisting your fingers as a sense of uneasiness settles over you. 

“We don’t know where they would’ve gotten your blood, but someone’s got it,” Bucky adds.

“Gross," you dramatically recoil. "There’s people carrying around my blood?”

“A serum made from your blood,” Sam corrects. 

“The Sunshine serum?” you slowly repeat as the realization sinks in. Your stomach twists the second you hear serum leave Sam’s mouth again. You really hate the conclusion you come to. “They’re trying to make more of me.”

“There's still a lot we don't know,” Sam reminds you, his voice calm and assuring. 

“But that's what they're trying to do? Right?” You look frantically at the two of them. Neither want to answer your question. "Right?"

"Yes," Sam finally responds. 

"And neither of you were going to tell me about this?" you demand, finding it easier to slip into another argument with Sam than to deal with the tumult building inside you. 

"Oh, are we going to talk about honesty?" Sam rhetorically challenges. "Because I'd love to talk about honesty!"

Your jaw clenches, but this time you don't argue with Sam. Even though you really don't want to admit it, you know he's right. You knew you were taking things too far. And you knew what would happen if you got caught.

Sam had a right to be mad, so you sat back on the plane with your arms crossed over your chest as you accepted his snarky remarks.

"How about you tell me why the hell you two are going to see Zemo?"

"We think he might know something," Bucky offers. "It's a long-shot, but it's the only lead we have."

"You don't think-" you start asking Sam, finishing your question with a knowing look. 

Sam remorsefully shrugs. "I don't know."

"What?" Bucky asks, trying to dissect the silent conversation you and Sam were having. "Hello? Would someone like to fill me in?"

You nudge your head towards Bucky. Sam shrugs again, nudging his head in your direction. 

"Before SHIELD fell," you finally begin to explain, tearing your eyes away from Sam to look at Bucky, who waits with an impatient expression. "Nick Fury warned me about who I could trust. Said to 'choose wisely'. Go with my gut, that sort of thing."

-

It was already 2 in the morning. Missions were becoming more frequent, more grueling, and it was starting to weigh on you. Your legs felt like they were made of lead as you stumbled into your room to get some sleep before your next assignment first thing in the morning. 

'Tough mission?" a familiar voice asks. 

The lights flicker on to reveal Nick Fury standing in the corner of your room. Until this very moment, you believed him to be dead. In shock, your bag slips from your grip, hitting the floor with a muted thud. 

"You're alive," you gasp, abruptly throwing your arms around him in a tight embrace. "I thought you were dead. They said you died, Sam said-"

"It's going to take a hell of a lot more than a Winter Soldier to kill me," he chuckles, returning the embrace for the shortest of movements. 

You pull away from him, looking at him as he stands in the corner of your room in the dead of night. "I'm just so glad you're alive, Nick."

"It's not that simple," he corrects. "And that's why I need you to be careful."

Your sigh of relief catches in your throat. "What?"

"Nick Fury is dead," he ominously states. There's no remorse in his voice until he speaks his next sentence, "And that means I can't protect you anymore."

"From who?"

"From SHIELD."

"SHIELD? SHIELD saved me. You saved me, why do I need to be protected from them?"

"I know you've noticed that things are different, strange. Now that I'm gone, the vultures are going to circle. People are going to try to get close, try to win your trust. Go with your gut, it's never wrong."

"What are you talking about? I'm literally wrong all the time!"

"Not about this. Have some faith in yourself, I know I do."

-

"Nick Fury protected me, he was very careful about who had access to me. And once Nick Fury was gone... things started spiraling. It started with people trying to get close. Trying to find out things that even I didn't know. Then, it was trying to get me to go on weird, secret assignments, more off the book than normal. They wanted me to keep tabs on Sam, on Steve."

There's an absent look on your face as you recall those months leading up to SHIELD's fall. The lies that everyone kept trying to convince you were true.

Your suspicions were confirmed when they told you Sam and Steve were traitors, moles within the organization and you needed to distance yourself from both men before they took you down with them.

"And then?"

"I was put in the hands of someone I knew couldn't be trusted. I knew something wasn't right, so I started lying, making things up."

"Who?" Bucky finally asks.

You don't look back fondly at all those months you spent nodding along, pretending like you believed everything, second-guessing every person you spoke to, all the while being forced to follow every order that came from a man you knew couldn't be trusted.  "Alexander Pierce."

The Twin Flame Chapter List AnonymityIsFun Masterlist

[maneaterwithtail]

The politics are the cough. the disease is flooding to chase the trend of personal brand building. Events and confusing communities and arguably the arrangement of the direct market itself. No simplicity and lots of expense with shakeup one after the other.

And some transparently business or out of story disrupting existing (in humans versus mutants)

Starting Marvel, as an example, is harder than figuring out where to come in on the Fate series. I mention this because Comics are often compared to manga and yet however convoluted in silly may get for the most part you buy one collection, or let's not kid ourselves pirate, or wait until an animated adaptation comes out realize that it's pretty much faithful, go back to the core comic and so long as you start from the beginning you can follow to the end. Even if it's based off of a visual novel chances are everything will progress from beginning to end. It's usually when that models messed up with that something becomes destructive and difficult to follow or deal.

Unlike with manga where if you're having trouble following where to start with, like the Fate series, you can at least enjoy the latest Nasu verse offering. especially if you can turn your brain off and just engage with one example. Or if you don't want to deal with that you can just go to an entirely different property from a similar publisher that scratches a similar itch.

Like the premise of America Chavez buts I think she did it wrong? Well it's not like you can just switch over to Champions because that's a mess as well along with Miles Morales Spider-Man and ms. Marvel or spider woman.

it's expensive, patchy, filled with all sorts of weird continuity that you end up having to buy just to start. As such only the dedicated fanbase could possibly tolerate it but that also is exclusive in the sense that it's so to them with a history that it feels kind of off-putting.

I like the comicsgate comics I have heard of. I can also understand why we try to move away from that. Such as very obvious p*** tracing. And so on. Yes supposed diversity has basically led to a similar story of we're here now we're going to f*** the status quo too strongly relating to the audience or the author's pandering.

But it's not just they're going to have a trans person in an announcement. Which is a pretty major character trait I imagine that they want to talk about that or include it in the announcement.

the discontinuity does not help you build upsetting characters characterization and Circumstance. This is what I mean you're following themes story and events building to something then a new author will come in and he or she will wreck all that up so that they can go in an entirely different direction. Okay maybe you don't like the homosexual overtones of Eddie Brock and Venom. Maybe you want to stick it to all the slash shippers on Tumblr. But they've been the people who been following the comic and there's been a multi-year build up with sleeper, Eddie Brock and Venom's son.

going no now Eddy has a son he doesn't know about. oh and he was in the car that killed a child and him and Venom hate each other? Basically says f*** that other story we're going back to this story because I liked it better when I was young and I like it this way. And this kind of hostility is constant with every Changing of the Guard which can happen almost every two to three years. This keeps happening right when things are starting to get good or conclusion is reached. this undermines any death any major event or twist especially when it's in the headlines as if it's going to be meaningful

we can't even engaged in the illusion that someone has a plan charting something out when it feels like it's always fly by the seat of the pants the slightest whim can blow off the direction. We know in our conscious nothing that happens matters or at the very least when things end and we don't move on to something else then realize that there was a change but it seems seamless. Or at the very least it's a damn good seem that makes a very likeable and unique and distinct quilt. Again comparing and contrasting with manga

basically constantly ragging on the Politics as if that's what's causing the problem as opposed to Poor practices is off. yeah the customer service is definitely a no-go. But let's not kid ourselves Fanboys started it

I can straight up say that if you had a book that was straight up gay. like it starred the gay couple that once was Rescued by Captain America including his childhood hero And they were joined by the gender-bending exiled courtesan. you know those girls that always hang around in the background of Thor comics and everybody talks about winching and all that stuff? What if we actually focus on one of them and we threw in some mythological deviant queerness with the idea that men who practiced a certain form of Witchcraft had to be ladies. Now in practice this often meant anything from cross-dressing to performing ceremonies with a freaking dildo. But this is Comics so instead I can just go with the idea that after he uses magic so much he can turn or does turn into a lady. At first it's inadvertent but then he Masters the power so much that can transform into any lady. So he can go from weak little nerdy witch man to a Vanir (super durable pretty strong) or she giant.

It gets even more so when apparently he can change not just to a generic woman but any specific one. so he can literally clone an individual lady alive or dead. If she's dead you can act as a vessel for her soul so effectively while he might be booted deep within he can resurrect anyone's female loved one. Until changes back. The Twist is that while he won a beauty contest to be one of Odin's many many side pieces due to the politics and sociology of the time and the setup Odin didn't like admitting that they were both men or equals. Now the crossdressing courtesan isnt necessarily the nicest person. In fact the number one thing that characterizes him is that he hates the alpha male warrior culture or at least what he perceives of the negatives of it of Asgard. But that doesn't necessarily mean that he provides a good alternative. This will be a total retcon. not only would this make Odin effectively bisexual -although it's long since established that it seems like he's banged about so much he has had a child with everyone but his wife- but the idea that Loki and Thor grew up exposed to this weird gender-bending courtesan who tried to compete with the affections of their Queen Mother just so that that way he could get ahead and hated showing the absolute loyalty and Devotion to Asgard seeking glory in battle and death as opposed to conniving Gatling favor and trolling for booty while having to serve drinks for the Warriors that came by and were celebrated in the castle Hall.

Probably make up all sorts of relationships with other lesser-known Danny's that haven't been as much part of Marvel Thor but are important or at least well-known for the tradition. I would also shamelessly ripoff @gumon and her take on Norse mythology. With giants that just naturally produce children whether male or female. anyway ignoring all the continuity just so I could bring in the mythology that I want I would have it so that he was ultimately exiled because he got set up on a failure assignment. He got assigned to the Blue Mountain the traveling planet or set of rocks now that was the home of one of the Warriors Three the blue guy well the guy who wears blue and looks kind of like Angus Khan

The entire point of this is to get a different eye view of the Marvel Universe. What was it like to be one of those disposable pin-up girls. What is the gay population in gay culture and gay people been doing and light of the world that's been invaded from the ground been in a Perpetual fight with remnants of terrorists from World War II. And of course how they've been in for you property and making their lives and how are they responding to the fact that New York finally recognizes their marriage and of course life in the Twilight years as a gay couple that's constantly facing mortality. Also with the usual hey I'm an immortal mystical being who's having to relearn how to be human after having lived a life with a God's but neither being loyal to them nor a particular loyal to my own people. Along with the issues of the shapeshifter gender Dynamics and identity and all other sort of things. Pretty damn gay book. But I read it

Kids like imitating what they see so ripping the idea that someone's going to take some of the more iconic X-Men looks and style themselves after them when they know that their mutant doesn't seem wrong. I like the idea that we're going to open with someone who manages an online community for mutants. I like the idea of Trailblazer I like the ladies thick and I like the fact that she has a more utility power that she's going to have to work with and around hopefully being clever though that backpack does run the risk of becoming the Omnitrix and having the solution for every problem that you need.

Basically I like the children of the atom a bit more than the whole lineup of the new Warriors. I think people really should give the characters a chance so if you're turned off by yet another set of incest siblings in Marvel ya no problem or argument here.