#dgs from my brain

[boypussydilf]

[clears throat] HERLOCK SHOLMES (or Gregson) for the character ask meme

YEAAA!! i did gregson before heres his. technically i did one for dgs sherlock before but um. itd be fun to do again. its been a few months now thats enough for me to do it again even though probably nothing has changed

Sexuality Headcanon: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender Headcanon: This sherlock can fit so many gender in her!!!! shes nonbinary. hes genderfluid. theyre a trans guy. shes a trans woman. theyre a cis guy whos just having fun with it. sherlocks gender is "fun dad"

A ship I have with said character: you know. You all know. You gusysfucking know. what f there were dads. what if theyre were gay dads and they went through so much shit. and they were just holmes and watson but awesome in a differenrt way. aka homumiko win. ive seen some other extremely rarepairs w him that were vaguely interesting/funny (w hosonaga and w uhhhhh harebrayne) but nothing else i rly care about

A BROTP I have with said character: i said iris before ive talked abt him and iris so many times bc oh my god dotter win. 100% uouare my fufkign doaucghter. so i just wanna give respect 2 his friendshups w ryuu & susato theyre so good. tfw you meet your idol and he kind of would like to also be your dad but that could be weird and also he couldnt tell you why anyway so youdont know you just make dumb jokes together (susato). tfw you meet this random british guy and hes completely insane and he insists on making it YOUR problem (ryuu).

A NOTP I have with said character: if vanlock has 1000 haters i am among them if vanlock has 1 hater its me if vanlock has 0 haters i am not on this earth. they should interact its funny i just dont ship them at all.

A random headcanon: uhmmmmmmm. is there anythign ibn my brain that hasnt bee n said,. he keeps trying to invent brand new instruments and they keep coming out garbage. not remotely convenient to use and the noises they make cannt even be twisted into music of any kind

General opinion over said Character: i like this guy theyre a really really good sherlock holmes adaptation and a really really good characater and a really really fun silly dad who wears pink. i like her theme

[dianagj-art]

ok so... I did a little something

(a little something that is over 5 minutes long lmao)

[shark-chicken7]

Ryuunosuke walking off the S.S Burya rattles around in my brain constantly. Because isnt it terrible? That the one who survived didn’t deserve to? He didnt deserve to live because he had no quest, he was no beacon of justice, he had no sword to draw. I adore it. The archetype of living in a story that is not yours is so good. I love characters existing when they shouldnt. He does so good over the course of the story, but that initial awful fact of his survival is so painfully exciting for me.

Ryuunosuke’s growth into a confident, charismatic, and vicious lawyer, touches me deeply in ways I wish I were better at expressing.

[euporie-art]

"Humanity is young and sure

The judgement is the mirror

Mother Nature and all her work

The judgement is the mirror

The world confronts a change

The judgement is the mirror

It Smiles, conscious pain

The judgement is the mirror"

I fucking love the dynamic between these two so much

closeups and sketches under the cut

[holi-moon]

doodle dump again

I love how soseki's "the hoes" got in a separate screenie of Kazuma's expression doodles it's adds spice

[shoechoe]

i don't consider myself a punk but the way so many people who call themselves "punk" seem to have no idea what punk is is so... annoying

[loregoddess]

why does art have to be so art

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism: "No thank you! I have a partner!"

Silly. G/N. Y'all probably seen the meme. Your partner comes home drunk and doesn't recognise you. Masterlists

Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Goo Kim, DG, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Loud scratching and thumps at your front door wakes you. You wonder whether to arm yourself with a frying pan and then you hear your boyfriend muttering slurred profanities.

A loud bang reverberates through your home as he stumbles, drunk, through the door.

With a sigh, you crawl out of bed to check the state they're in.

Gun gazes at you, bleary-eyed and half focused. Slightly swaying on his feet, a very unusual sight of someone usually in full control of their body.

Then something clicks in his brain, eyes hardening just before he looks away. He tells you, tone disinterested, that he's a taken man.

"I don't know how I ended up here, but don't get the wrong idea."

He turns around, exits his own living room, exits his own home, and sleeps outside the apartment in the hallway instead.

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"Yeah you're pretty cute," Ryuhei mumbles, words slurring together, "But my partner is cuter."

He pulls his phone out, drops it twice, unlocks it on the third attempt and shows you a picture - one that you have seen, actually one that you took of him smooching you on the cheek.

"Aren't they cute?" He beams, utterly besotted. "Let me just crash here," he says as he collapses on the sofa. "If you touch me I'll scream."

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"Get your hands off me!" Goo screeches, slapping you away as you try to undress him and get him ready for bed. "My my, you're forward aren't you?"

Goo leans forward and gives you a smile halfway between utterly charming and complete sleazeball.

Then, all bravado evaporates and he sighs.

"Oh sweetheart you would be just my type, but," he pushes you off the bed, "I'm taken and very happy about it."

He lies down, burritoing himself and turning his back to you. "You can make your own way out."

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Vin fiddles with his sunglasses, peering approvingly at you.

Even in his drunken haze he can tell that damn, you're fine. Except. He is also lucid enough to realise he is not looking respectfully anymore and he thinks of you, his ride or die, and his face completely changes.

He frowns and asks you what the hell you are looking at. That you have no chance. He has a partner at home that is much hotter, much better, thank you very much and yeah he's an asshole but he's not going to cheat so back the fuck off.

You roll your eyes, hackles would have been much higher if he wasn't actually being sweet in his own way.

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DG takes a moment to process the situation. And when he does, he gets it completely wrong.

He plasters on his k-pop smile. The one reserved for winning over fans, interviewers and for his insincere apology videos.

"Did you want an autograph?" He pulls out a photocard from his inner pocket and a pen (and wow, you did not realise he carried a stack of his photos. You are not going to let him live this down) and scribbles his signature that comes with some love hearts and sparkles and passes it over to you.

"Here you go," he holds it out to you in both hands, not before mumbling under his breath, "You're cute but shit if you turn into another stalker..."

.

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Jake is already asleep on the sofa by the time you pad out, which must be some super power in itself.

"Wake up," You give his shoulder a shake. He frowns, then cracks one eye open. "Come to bed."

He grunts something indecipherable and attempts to roll his oversized frame on your undersized sofa.

"Jake, cmon."

You start to drag him to your bedroom, your touch finally waking something inside and he bolts upright, removing your hands firmly off him.

"I have a partner." He tells you with no room for any misinterpretation. "But," he scratches absentmindedly at his stomach, "Do you have any food?"

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Samuel does as he's told. Obediently removing his trousers, and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off-

(Truly, you had no ulterior motive, you just wanted to remove the stink of alcohol.)

When, maybe for the first time in his life, he is afflicted with modesty and a startling clarity.

He yanks his shirt back on and pulls his trousers on with surprisingly sober efficiency.

"Absolutely not," he glowers at you, "This is not happening. I'm taken."

[amara555555]

I got an idea:

Lookism x reader:

Something was wrong. Why you look more…….sharp? Why was there a drastic difference in your appearance? Your skin glowed like a lamp, a smoothness of a baby’s bum, a your lashes longer and acute,your lips even more glossier and your hair BOUNCY????????what in the cinnamon toast fuck is this?

On your way to school in the winter semester you donned a gigantic puffer coat as you met up with your Friends from J high but……where were they? Your meeting point was 7 am sharp, did they leave?

A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of thoughts and you see…………………….who dis?

What stood before you was a boy with the same smoothness of skin and lashes, but his hair….was Bouncier. Lucky hoe. His locks dyed silver and his face looking sharper, his eyes narrower, his lips glossier- the fuck is this?

“Y/n? You ok?”

You knew that voice.

“……Elsa- I mean…..Eli?”

He blinked.

“Yeah, you’re checking my hair- oh yeah I gave it a change.”

Gave it a change? Your hair follicles will give you a change at 25-

“Why do you look like that?”

He blinked at your blunt question.

“Like what?”

You gestured everywhere.

“Like THAT?”

He laughed.

“Little too much energy in the morning no?”

He pats your head all fatherly and calls the rest over as apparently they all waited for your arrival. You peek over his shoulder and see people you have 100% never seen before heading your way-

“Who are they-“

“Your friends- you didn’t forget this big coat but you forgot your Brain huh?”

“Eli this isn’t a joke- who is th-“

You get enveloped into big hulking strong arms and look over your shoulder too see a man bun.

“Goo morning!”

Vasco??????????

You were put down before a cereal bar was handed to you, you look up questioningly to see a blond boy with covered eyes. Ah. Jay. You take it with a mumbled thanks.

“Thanks to your dumbass were already late.”

You glared at……..is that Zack?

“You look like a digimon.”

He scoffs offended before mira put him in his place, who by the way- cute as fu-

Jace just shook his head and walked ahead, he looked the same. Thank god.

You looked over at…..Daniel?….Zoe looked identifiable but Daniel-…….had hair again.

“Hey Y/n! Finally got out of bed?”

You blink and he and Zoe passed you with knowing smiles.

ok what the actual manifesting shits are we going through? Is this puberty? Are we going through our 4 puberty? You didn’t know. Neither did you have time to know as Vasco snatched you up and ran to school because you were late.

Bonus:

You sat next to a bbg Daniel and stared at the black haired imposter who identified as a refill for James Lee. You look over at Daniel.

“If 5 plus 5 is ten and 2 plus 2 is four, what the fuck is this-“

That cashmere cat looking imposter looking fake DG smiled and you physically recoiled before toppling off your chair.

(Someone better check on my baby Crystal. And also Eli mentioned her, are they still talking??????? Why’s that kinda cute? Btw this is you waking up and being suddenly transformed into the new art style and tut hella confused while everyone’s normal. It was supposed to be a self aware reader💀)

[boypussydilf]

hasty dgs3 notes from my brain

sherlock+kazuma+iris+gina in japan. Obviously.

also toby and wagahai are there. funny animals

haori gets to do stuff “like what” idk… stuff…

while we’re here we might as well have iris finding out who her dad is be an On-Screen Event.

Central conceit is picking up on kazumas whole “i super almost murdered someone and id like to maybe someday overcome the part of me that made me want to kill a man” thing at the end of dgs2. How or what to do with that i dont know, actually. but its a thing

canonize mycroft “For what” the inherent comedy of dgs sherlock having a brother. literally any other sherlock holmes character its ok its whatever but the implications for dgs of this specific guy are just great

[dianagj-art]

I'm rewatching the hunger games for a lack of something better to do at 1am and oh my god the amount of lore stored in my brain that the first 10 minutes of this movie has unearthed

[sunchaserwings]

Okay so basically, TGAA 1 Adventures and Resolve were meant to be one game but due to budget, length, and time constrictions they had to split it into two games. 2-2 seems to come out of left field because it's supposed to sit in between the last two cases of Adventures. Hope this helps!!!

starting tgaa 2-2 what the FUCK where did this case come from

[slowd1ving]

[XENIA] SNIPPET ゜・DG

part of a request (I'm alive and kicking I just couldn't write because I had no access to my laptop)

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Creators. 

In turn, the city cradled your grimy little body—chubby hands wrapping around index fingers of the metaphorical hounds—and made you. 

Did this metropolis represent you, or did you represent the metropolis?

It was not in a polite setting that James Lee scouted the venerable King of Busan: arguably the second most esteemed figurehead for the Kings of South Korea. In theory. In theory, since Busan’s reputation as a hub for trade and exalted trade (rather than the mere cold, hard cash ill-reputed other cities offered Choi) entwined with your own. Except, in practice, you were a far more reticent King than anyone could imagine. A shadow to fade into obliquity more than any other shadow. 

Underbelly, yes. This was the turf you were most at home in; he could forget all about the glamorous, illegal casinos in basements, he could forget about eavesdropping on business moguls and their lackeys, he could forget about waiting in the entertainment districts for the proverbial snake to finally rear his head. 

You were the fucking microcosm of this city: draped with expensive fabric and chainmailed with gold, but the blood on your knuckles stank of impurity. In a parking lot nestled on the outskirts of Busan, he witnessed the King in his court: complete with the luxury, the opulence, and the hamartia of brutality that came with capitalism. Yes, Busan had minted you as a shadowy side to a glitzy coin—as your eyes snapped to where he lounged against concrete, he couldn’t help but observe how your imaginary hackles raised. 

Thwomp. Casually, you tossed the grunt beaten black-and-blue to the frigid asphalt, with the magnanimity of tossing breadcrumbs to ducks in a pond. Like the lackey was the bread and James fucking Lee himself was the duck. A bloodied cheek squished into his sneaker, but you merely stared at him owl-like. No, cat-like, because it seemed to be the same nonplussed stare a cat would give someone after bringing them a dead rat. 

“Nice city.” Since you clearly had no intention of speaking first. Deftly, his fingers unravelled the mystic plastic of a lollipop: popping the cherry-flavoured candy into his mouth to soothe the acerbic irritation he tasted. “You treat all your guests like this, or do kings not follow xenia anymore?” 

It was a rather futile attempt to lighten the mood. After all, if he could help it, he’d rather negotiate to pave the way for the second generation before resorting to throwing his fist. No, that was a lie. His flexing fingers wanted nothing more than to curl into a fist to let off some of the steam he’d garnered from searching for you in this uselessly big city, but fate had him making stupid jokes based on The Odyssey he’d read just last week for his Classics competition. If he rummaged in his pocket, he could probably find the gold medal clanking against hard sweets. 

Your expression changed minutely—a slight disturbance in your brows. They furrowed, and for a brief moment James Lee thought his joke fell flat. With all the blood soaked into your expensive garb, maybe you just valued fists over Homeric hexameter. Violence over prose. Brawns over brains. You slinked like shadows. Crude. Ominous. He could barely see your face even with the city lights flashing neon in the backdrop, but when your loping gait came to a halt, there was an exasperation that afforded more subtle nuance to your character. A bitterness to tinge what he thought was mindlessness. 

“Mr. Lee.” Your voice curled low in your throat, as quick and elusive as mercury, and perhaps just as poisonous. Shadow King of Busan, the man who never introduced himself to you noticed. Silence was golden, and he suddenly understood why Charles Choi so badly wanted sway over the young King in charge of this port city. “I hope you’re aware that beating my subordinates would invalidate any sort of hospitality between us. You’re no god amongst men either, so ritualistic hospitality is a very weak premise to coerce my amiability with. Try again.”

Deity in the flesh. Perhaps James Lee was the closest thing to breaking the limits of humanity, but all men were fallible. That wasn’t what caused his brow to rise though; going in blind may have been risky, but it was worth it to find someone with a silver tongue like this. 

You looked about his age—treading on the precarious cusp between First and Second Generation, fists stained as red as his hair—but you spoke as if you were triple your years. 

“You wanna transfer to my school? It’d be fun to have you in the Debate Club,” he said on a whim, but it wasn’t really a whim either. His instructions were expressly to negotiate with Busan—the city was far too volatile to create a power vacuum in. For cities like Ansan, struggle was welcomed; but Charles Choi had too little of everything to contend with Busan, of all places. Just like in Seoul, the situation would resolve itself, and it was far too soon for the HNH Group to meddle in a place like this. “You talk like a teacher.”

His tone was as syrupy as his candy, but there was half-provocation, half-probing-curiosity entrenched in his cadence. Go on, it coaxed, throw a punch. Argue back. Unorthodox was his means of securing cooperation, but he’d have to be a little unorthodox to secure the deal old man Choi had painstakingly written out. A contract between Elite and the capricious man before him, between HNH Group and the microcosm of Busan himself; it sounded like every capitalist’s wet dream. 

“Good question, kid,” you smiled, but it was less of a smile and more of a sneer as you ghosted closer to him. Kid, like you weren’t one yourself. 

Crack. You stepped, heavy, on the hand of the man you’d pummelled—only his unconscious groan of pain re-alerted James to his existence. “The term isn’t over. You should still be in school. Playing around like this makes me far less likely to listen to whatever you’ve followed me for. Try again.”

The thick scent of metal invaded his personal space as you peeled your black gloves off; the rings beneath them were tinted with the blood that had seeped through the material. Just like that, you callously tossed the garment onto the slumbering man under your feet—though he truly wasn’t sure whether it was a final affront to a beaten man or throwing down the gauntlet towards James Lee himself. 

It was a reminder, once again, to not be hasty. There was the real possibility of fucking Charles Choi several times over if he didn’t get this right, but the thought of his imminent doom didn’t seem all too unappealing. On the contrary, he found his heart beating faster—pulse hot on his tongue as an intriguing challenge presented itself before him. 

“I’m sure your informants have relayed more intel than just my name,” he mirrored the jagged stretch of your lips. The Legend of the First Generation. The Genius. The original, associated with the base moniker of the Ten Geniuses to show just how unparalleled James fucking Lee was. “Take a guess as to how my scholastic life is going, then consider the opportunity that I’m bringing you.”

Ambiguous. His words were dusted with just enough information to seem straight to the point, but vague enough that it was tantalising. A hook to ensnare the snake of Busan himself. And rather than sating the itch in his fists, he found himself looking forward to a parley instead. 

You studied him, appearing to consider his words seriously. Syllables phrased like he was the one with the upper hand, when in fact the HNH group was still tentatively unfurling and in the process of negotiations with both yakuza and Triad alike. He awaited your favourable response, hearing the stats roll into your mind as you calculated the preliminary gains and losses to joining hands with Charles Choi. 

Bloodied fingers tapped a rhythm into your jacket absentmindedly. He watched, anticipating your invitation. 

“Fuck off.”

“Huh?” he spluttered. Maybe he misheard you. Maybe he finally choked on his candy and induced a coma in which he was now dreaming of your response. 

“Your boss sent a high-schooler to broker a deal with Busan.” Your fingers now drummed in irritation against your forearm, but he was just as irritated. He took care of every other prefecture and province, only to have this guy who was his age, nonetheless, tell him his presence wasn’t good enough. Like, what? “Tell old Choi to come himself to negotiate if he wants any sort of foothold in my city. If he truly wanted a respectable contract, why would he send you as a messenger?”

“Excuse me?” If he wasn’t restricted from fighting you—the only exception was valid self-defence—he would’ve made the asshole in front of him eat shit. Alas, Choi wasn’t that generous or lenient. “He sent one of the Ten Geniuses, the primero, for this. I’m one of his greatest assets.”

“Are you a damn car or a person?” you snapped, and it suddenly felt as though he was looking upon an ancient wizard as he lectured a troublemaker outside his tower. His eyelid twitched, and he was finding it quite hard to keep a cool head. “Talking about assets… can’t believe Choi’s sent the guy who’s fucked up all the smaller provinces to deal with us.”

The latter sentence was more grumbled to yourself; it appeared he annoyed you just as much as you annoyed him, which he found a delighted satisfaction in. 

“Tell Elite to come himself,” you uttered finally, not even letting him get in a word edgeways as you ambled back into the shadows—not even sparing a glance for the pile of bodies left in your wake. 

And despite his objective, despite the imminent yelling he’d no doubt face, he couldn’t help but stare at your blood-soaked coat fluttering in the frigid coastal wind. 

Out of hatred, obviously. 

[fiddlehead-soup]

Tav: Why don't any of the mind flayers want to kiss me... Omeluum is dating Blurg... and the one on the crash site wanted me dead... Why can't I find an illithid partner who's single and doesn't want me dead??

Meanwhile The Emperor is crunching the numbers on this; is revealing themselves worth it for a chance with Tav? The answer may surprise them

No joke, I saw The Emperor and my brain went "I'll do whatever you want me to, beautiful 🩷"

I find this so funny thinking about it from Emperor's perspective. It's in their nature to calculate every single possibility and still they find it extremely unlikely that Tav would ever be attracted to them as they were. They probably fret about it so much. And test the waters by literally being like "What if I turned into a mind flayer? Would you still let me help you? Haha jk! Unless..."

But no really, once Emps discovers this, they would 100% exploit Tav's preference and be really smug about it. They already use sex appeal as the DG so imagine that but with mind flayer-y things like tentacle kinks, eating Tav "jokes," mind reading and control...so many things Tav has only ever fantasized about could now actually be a reality and TBQH, this is basically a way for Emps to get Tav to do whatever they want them to.

At least, that's what they tell themselves when Tav drifts off to sleep after their usual nighttime visits. Then, Emperor is left with their own thoughts. And they wander, and realize what this all truly means: Someone actually wants them. Them. As they are. Not some illusion of what they are not, or a fond memory of the past. Just them.

Uh-oh. Emperor just might be in love.

[proxylynn]

What if Damon confess his love to MC (In the grocery store of all places) and Rasmus find out about it by eavesdropping?

*scene: little convince store, not too busy, few customers, nice low day*

[Damon has been building himself up and getting hyped by DG to finally work up the nerve to confess to his heart's desire.

Rasmus is mopping the floor, pretending to be busy while keeping an eye on things...Things being his coworker. His secret crush. His venting target that screws up any progress of moving forward out of just being friends.

Lynsie minds the register, helping customers but seemingly disconnected, her thoughts elsewhere while moving on autopilot. What she wouldn't give for just a week to reset and unwind. But there ain't no rest for the minimum wage worker.

Damon nervously approaches the counter, occasionally looking out the window to see DG discretely watching and giving him thumbs up. A rose in his hands is held tight with trepidation as his palms sweat. This is it. Now or never.]

Damon: H-Hey, Lynn... *poor guy barely hides the sudden crack his voice makes*

Lynsie: *snaps from her thoughts* Oh. Hey, Red. How are you today? Looking for some candy recommendations or can I interest you in trying some new soda flavors?

Damon: Y-Yes...I mean...No, I'm...I'm here to...I'm here to...

*DG is suddenly much closer to the shop window and being distracting enough to break Damon's hesitation. Damon holds the rose up and presents it to her.*

Damon: Lynn...I really like you and I was wondering if...If you'd like to go out with me as my girlfriend?

*The room goes silent, the AC even going out to really punctuate things further...especially when the mop falls from Rasmus's hands and hits the floor with a shocked clatter.

Lynsie's stunned, blush spreading to her cheeks and her eyes widening with uncertainty. She's put on the spot. A spot that is so foreign to her that she might as well have been asked to perform brain surgery. And worse, now three people are waiting on her answer. An answer that was making her chest feel painfully tight.

Damon holds steady but is sweating bullets. He's asked others before but it's always gone bad. Always rejected. Always degraded. Always ending so so poorly...and sometimes death. Yet this felt different. She felt different. She didn't judge him. She always smiled his way. She was always nice to him. Heck, DG was also fond of her, that was so rare for his buddy to approve of his crushes. She had to say yes. He needed her to say yes. For the love of all that is fair in this world, say yes!

Rasmus, normally one who always has something to say, finds his voice ripped away from him. What was he to do? Yeah, he likes her. Yeah, this is a nightmare he's been dreading. Yet it's not like it's his place to stop this. He's been trying to get closer to her but always fucks it up by pushing her away. Keeping her distant. Not wanting her to get hurt if he did something stupid...like what happened with his mom. He knows this is a point of regret. Regret for not doing better. Regret for letting this slip away.

DG watches everyone. He has no worries about how this will play out. He's done enough digging to know Ras isn't going to make a move, he doesn't have the balls. And he knows Lynn is too softhearted to hurt Damon's feelings. It is annoying how hesitant she's being, but it's just how he knows she's thinking. Going over everything, every word she could say or action or tone, any and all possible things to make this the gentlest acceptance. He knows she'll say yes. Otherwise, he'll make her pay for breaking his buddy's heart.

[couldlesbiansavethem]

Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl from Marvel Rising: Secret Warriors

Reasoning: "She has this absolutely natural romantically oriented behavior towards Kamala all throughout the movie, almost like they're at least dating or Doreen and Kamala have feelings for each other. Her feelings for Rayshaun Lucas/Patriot are very tacked on and unnatural, and they literally feel more like best friends in different grades than her and Kamala, who have special nicknames for each other ("MM" meaning "Miss Marvel", "KK" meaning "Kamala Khan" from Doreen's side towards Kamala, "DG" meaning Doreen Green and "SG" meaning Squirrel Girl from Kamala's side towards Doreen), and Doreen and Kamala's confrontation about Kamala being an Inhuman (basically, when Inhumans were Bargain Bin Avengers) felt like a messy lesbian breakup before Doreen hugged Kamala and told her she was terrified of never seeing her again. Reason why I think Doreen should be a lesbian (because Kamala is bi to me): 1.) Tippy Toe is a lesbian. My brain told me so. And 2.) Silly characters should be allowed to be lesbians too! Why are the lesbian characters always serious? I have a few lesbian facets and alters who relate to the "joke character" stereotype of multiple types of characters, so there's GOTTA be other lesbians who feel represented by joke characters too! Joke character lesbians, RISE UP! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR BUTTSMACK TAUNTS! (Attached is a picture of Doreen Green, our system's favorite Joke Character Lesbian, and Tippy Toe, her pet squirrel lesbian. Thank you.)" ( @sunkern-plus)