#pissed off cockroach motherfuckers

[hag-o-hags]

not dead just getting my entire butt kicked by life and also the world and everything makes me sad and angry por ejemplo today I got so mad at the evangelists who won't fuck off that I bought a pride flag for the house

something something disability pride slash queer wrath month

[covington-shenanigans]

If homophobes weren't so awful to LGBT people, then maybe we'd be happier.

[clatterbane]

I am also having to admit to myself again that I really am dealing with some degree of post-sepsis brain rot, on top of the (now much) earlier TBI aftereffects brought on by another surgery.

I may be relatively young as these things go, stubborn as hell, and kinda used to working around some difficulties. But, that doesn't mean that I'm completely bulletproof, or that I don't deserve some leeway.

And brains really aren't everything, no matter how much I have been led to believe that they're my main redeeming point over the years. I do recognize these points, dealing with basically anyone else.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Whenever we mention anything about the Bandits in our particular flavor of worldbuilding it is absolutely necessary to note that our particular variation of Astotheles's Second-In-Command is an elderly damselfly missing the majority of her flesh limbs who limps around with a cane on the majority of days and won't let you take a job of any variety without basic self-defense knowledge.

She is the rock upon which half of the bandits' capacity for organization is founded and no one outside of the bandits knows who she is because she's an seventy-eighty-year-old grandmother with negative public presence in the direct shadow of someone charismatic enough to spearhead an attempt at starting an entire new kingdom on the land of the single queen with the current best public relations.

[10001gecs]

i think there’s something to be said about how the gig economy makes things ostensibly more convenient but also worse. and not just like, doordash guys take too long to get to you so your food is cold. but because the business model is centered around a million people doing work without any familiarity with what theyre doing and decentralized from the businesses they’re working with, you get service that’s being reinvented from scratch every time it’s purchased.

it happens all the time that I’ll order an uber and when they pick me up, they’ll just stop in the middle of the street with their hazards on, making me dodge traffic to get to them and pissing off the cars around them. and then I’ll get in the car and chat with the driver and find out they’re actually from two counties over and they’ve never driven here before, so they don’t know where parking is or whether they’re heading to a wide open parking lot or a busy downtown. and then you start to realize that they’re not being a dick, they’re just given as little information as possible every time they pick up a ride so they have to just guess how and where to pick up a passenger. and since they’re paid by ride, they’re incentivized to pick you up as fast as possible. and all the people who cared about finding a safe place to pick you up quit the app or stopped doing that so all you’re left with is the pissed off cockroach motherfuckers.

and then you see that this happens with every fucking app. doordash sucks because you pay 8 million dollars for delivery and you still have to hike half a mile to find the guy because he got lost in your apartment complex. Instacart sucks because the guy picking your groceries couldn’t care less about getting ripe fruit and replaces your heavy cream with shaving cream. customer support for all this sucks because the guy helping you can’t do anything more than offer you $5 credit, beg for your forgiveness, and hope you get out of the queue fast enough for him to go to the bathroom. because all of them aren’t given enough time to do a good job or enough money to care.

and every time a gig worker makes the experience suck for you, it’s a rational decision. they’re evaluating the money they’re being paid and if it’s worth getting paid less to do a good job, and correctly deciding that it isn’t. so you can’t even get mad, because you’d do it too. and so the company manages to pass on its race to the bottom to its lowest-paid employees.

[covington-shenanigans]

@foone thank you for pointing this out. as an Old who grew up in the 70s and 80s I often forget The Youth(tm) don't necessarily know this. I take for granted that the pearl-clutching conservative fuckheads whimpering about "too much [insert queer thing]" in media will only be satisfied when there are no queers in media, and preferably no queers in the world. but The Youth(tm), having largely grown up in a marginally less hostile world for us, may not know to assume this.

this is why I have a tag called "respectability politics will not save you". there is nothing, nothing you can do to make this kind of person accept us. not one thing. the acceptable amount of queerness in their world, no matter how tame it is, is zero. ZERO. Z E R O.

do not tame yourself for their sake. do not whittle yourself down to fit in that tiny little box. do not accept their arguments of "oh if you'd just take out the weirdos/freaks/whatever then the show/school/church/society would be better." no. we don't do that. we don't give them that. they will never stop taking space away from us if we do. they're trying anyway.

an 80s protest chant seems particularly relevant now:

we're here. we're queer. get used to it.

So an important thing about all those times some conservative paper is writing about how "SOME MOVIE/SHOW IS ANTI-CHRISTIAN LGBT PROPAGANDA!" and then it turns out the thing has, like, one scene where it's implied one character is trans or a high school guy mentions his offscreen boyfriend... This isn't an overreaction, exactly, though it often gets called that.

Because it's never as "bad" as you'd expect from all that. The new peanuts film doesn't star "Chelsea Brown", a transfemme lesbian who uses neopronouns and is in a polycule with three (possibly weed-smoking) girlfriends. As amusing as that'd be... It's always just one lesbian who had a chaste kiss with her wife at a birthday party.

Instead the correct takeaway is that they are telling on themselves exactly how much LGBT content they think is too much:

Any.

The amount of LGBT representation they think is correct is none. It doesn't matter how respectable it is, if they're married, if it's just the most sexless thing you've ever seen, if it's just hinted at and not stated outright or shown... It's too much.

And that's important because it's not exactly what they are saying. They are saying "this has gone too far, this is too much", which might cause people in the middle to agree with them. Someone might go "maybe there is a bunch of naked gay men in the new episode of The Candy Bunch Kids, that doesn't seem appropriate for my 4 year old".

But that's never the case (with the possible exception of the original unpatched SimCopter). It's how they're arguing, yes, but they're arguing it based on the most basic of representation.

And that's an important thing to remember when it comes to things like the "kink at pride" debate. Even if they're saying "this has gone too far, this is too much", there's no amount that you can restrict yourself to that'll make them happy.

You can't win this game; They're lying about the rules. So be yourself proudly and loudly. They'll complain just as much, don't listen to them.

[heedmywarnings]

One last time

(Full Chapter)

In which you insult them one last time. (Aka me insulting pixels even tho I'm on Hiatus)

(Written when I was on Hiatus lmfao)

Warning: Cursing, lots of them.

》 - Chapter 2

Masterlist

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You were finally captured. It took three months to get where you are, standing before you are the Archons who participated in the hunt, and now they will execute you.

"Before you here, is the Impostor that stole our beloved deity's face" Barbatos started, looking down upon the people, "As if you didn't" you said, barely a whisper "Would you like to repeat that, thief?" The Goddess of Justice whispered on your ear as she pulled your hair, "I SAID, AS IF YOU DIDN'T" you repeated, the crowd gasps because they are very very shocked because they gasped.

Also this moon cake im eating doenst taste good.

"What?"

"You were born from the desires of people, meaning if Decarabian wasn't a tyrant then you wouldn't even be born!" The crowd screams defending the Wind God, "Oh come on! He stole the face of his DEAD friend!" You yelled, "Don't get me started with how he abandoned his nation for the tyrants to just invade Mond. Lady Venessa freed Mondstadt from the Lawrence clan!" Technically, Venti did help but you need to get the crowd on your side.

"That's enough," Ei said approaching you as she unsheath her sword, "You also abandoned your nation! What? because your sister, THE TRUE RULER of Inazuma died?" At this point everyone is appalled.

"T-"

"Don't even get me started with you, you rat tailed motherfucker. You literally made a deal with the fatui, you knew Childe was gonna summon Osial and you let it happen. More so, you faked your own death because you didn't feel like ruling over Liyue? Or was it because you finally understood that you're just incapable of being an Archon? The only reason you survived the Archon War was the adepti and yaksha that you expended!"

"..."

"And who's to say you didn't commit any crime?" Ei said after the shock had dissipated, "What crime!? How do you think a mere mortal were to steal a God's face!?" You screamed through a horse voice, now you've got everyone talking, (like the jury in the Ace Attorney.)

"Is your god suffering from sever little-bitchitis to the point you'd hunt anybody who look REMOTELY similar to them?"

The Archons were stunned, it seemed like you made everyone hold their breathe. "Such blasphemy won't go unforgi-" "I don't need your forgiveness, you cockroach arthritis-suffering bitch," you cut Zhongli off.

"Hey now...let's not say something will regret, huh?" Nahida said, through the familiar gentle voice, "I won't regret anything that comes out of my mouth." You replied, not finding any reasons why Nahida should be insulted.

"By far, the only Archon that ever helped the Traveller was the Dendro Archon! And she was even locked up!" You said, "You, Barbatos, you just avoided any talk about traveller's twin. Morax, why did you sign a contract that silences you about their twin? Do they scare you that much? Are you really that weak and pathetic?" You said apathetically and sarcastically.

"I am under a contract, and I must abide by that contract," Zhongli replied with a more... confident form, you can't wait to crush it, "Didn't you also sign a contract with the mortals of Teyvat that you'd never hurt them? WELL WHAT ABOUT ME? WHY AM I AM EXCEPTION?" Technically, he didn't, but if they were gonna use lies and deception to win this argument, you might as well do the same.

"Because you're nothing but an Impostor, not even worthy to be called human" Ei said, striking her blade on your thigh, you gasped in pain. "Hah! And what are you? You were an Impostor that created another Impostor because you can't handle the guilt of being one!" At this point it was useless to argue, they were pissed off but the people? They don't believe you, but they've also lost faith to their Gods.

And so, what did you achieve? Death and your name on the history textbooks saying that you were the reason that Teyvat rebelled against their Gods...

So, are you ready to resurrect later in life to attack the Archons (verbally) once more?

Next chapter coming out idk when

[ace-and-the-mystery-of-yourmom]

Don't break Izana Kurokawa's favourite mug! Or do... who knows?

Izana Kurokawa x M!Reader

This is the first story on this account and i am very happy to post it. I hope you can forgive me any spelling mistakes for i am not from an english speaking country and therefore am not as good at it as i would like to.

WARNING(S): cursing, slightly suggestive, some weird shit over-all tbh,

"Oh, fuck off, will you?" You were already pissed off, but he just had to tick you off even more.

"No." He was so used to getting whatever he wants. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, so you DO know what that means?!" At this point, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming at the guy. He was getting on your nerves for about a week now. All because he saw you beat some guy up and decided he wants you in his gang.

"Join-" You didn't let him finish.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" You jelled and turned around to leave right after.

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"He really doesn"t want to join us. It's a shame, he is a great fighter." The blonde said as he walked through the door.

"Mikey, leave the guy alone. You're turning into a damn stalker." The tallee male said, used to his friend's antics.

"But Ken-chin~" Mikey whined, latching onto Draken and shaking him.

"OI, QUIT IT" He tried to take him off of himself, but couldn't. Mikey was like a really determinated koala.

"STOP IT, YOU'RE GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT!" The tall teen was screaming at his friend.

"You barely have any anyway! It won't be a big loss!" Mikey exclaimed happily, still not letting go of his vice-president's hair.

"Hey! Mikey, Draken, cut it out!" Both boys turned their heads towards the entrance of Mikey's room in pure fear. They feared that were louder then they thought and woke Emma up. An angry Emma is a terryfying Emma.

"Oh, Emma, sorry. Did we wake you up?" Draken was the first to say anything while mikey simply let go of his friend, just standing there like a sculpture with wide eyes.

"Yes. Yes you did. Do you have any idea what hour it is? I need rest! I promised Hina-chan to go to the mall with her." Emma definietely wasn't in a good mood. The scowl on her face only deepened when her brother tried to make his way towards the window to escape her anger.

"And where are YOU going, Mikey? Get back here!" Yes, this defenietely wasn't his day, was it?

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"Ahhh, this is relaxing" A soft whisper escaped your mouth as you laid in the bathtub. After a long day like this one you defenitely needed this. That blondie who kept bothering you everyday for the past week really stressed you out. You were wondering why the actual fuck wouldn't he understand that you don't want to be a part of his gang. Like, man, can't you take a motherfucking hint.

"OI, (NAME)!" You heard a familiar voice. Your face imidiately fell.

What the hell is it now? You asked yourself, not caring enough to get out of your little heaven.

And soon enough three men practically fell into your bathroom, panting as if they just ran a marathon. You suppose they have fucked up again and HE was on their asses.

"Again?" You asked no one in particular. The monotone tone of your voice wasn't a shock to them. At this point it was an everyday thing, so you were used to this. In all honesty, it was almost getting boring.

"(Name)! Please! Plea-!" Finishing the sentence wasn't his fate today, huh?

"You HAVE to help us! He's gonna kill us this time." They desperately pleaded. They looked pathetic.

"Have? It's quite a strong word, especially considering your..." You looke them up and down. "... situation."

"(Name)-" Maybe Ran should all together give up speaking today.

On Ran's back fell your beloved bathroom door, crushing the poor guy on the cold matte black, tiled flooor. Rindou and Shion, who were lucky enough to miss the heavy, oak door by mere milimeters were scrambling on the floor like cockroaches, afraid to even look back at HIM.

"Here comes the star of the show." You say, bored of their antics already.

"YOU FUCKERS, HERE YOU ARE" Oh, he was furious. Yup, they're completely F U C K E D.

"God, did yo mama not have more of you or what?" You sigh rhetorically to no-one in particular.

"Huh-" Now that an interesting reaction, hehe.

Izana's face turned crimson red as his gaze was fixed on you. Has he never seen a man taking a bath after a lomg day or what?

"Hello to you too, boss." This was gonna be fun-

...

Nevermind.

Only a loud ass thump could be heard as the great Kurokawa Izana fell to the floor with wide eyes and blood rushing from his nose. Guess he really has never seen anyone taking a bath before. Oh well, his loss.

"..." Rindou was speechless to say the least.

"Now that's an unexpected turn of events" Said Shion as Ran could only show a thumb up from underneath the door.

"God, what did you even do for him to freak out on you like THAT." You move your arms around pointing at this whole mess around you.

Before Ran even got to find the right words, Rindou interrupted him. "I FOR ONE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-" "shut up, i've had enough of your shouting" "Sorry..."

"Um... well, uh-" This guy really wasn't god's favourite, was he.

When Rindou was busy being embarassed of his behavious, Ran took a chance to speak again. "As i was saying-" Well, try to at least. "IT WAS ALL RAN'S FAULT!" Shion was quick to cut him off. "I was just minding minding my own damn business, when he came to the kitchen and decided to pick a fight with me!"

"OHHHH HELL NAH! YOU'RE NOT GONNA PUT ALL OF THIS ON ME-" well at least he got to finish one sentence, right? Madarame threw himself at Ran, who just barely got out from under that cursed door and they started to bicker and fight.

"They broke Izana's favourite coffee mug." Rindou, the only somewhat sane one here, explained. "Tha one-" "Yes, the exact one that was gifted to him by Shinichiro."

"Ouuhhh, they fucked up big this time." You frown as if you were the one who would get their bones rearranged. "Yup."

"How did you get into their shit tho?" You raise your brow at him.

"I might have been the one who left it on the table..." You look at him as if he grew another head. It was common knowledge not to touch it. "Shhhh.... noone needs to know, and they're too busy blaming eack other."

"Anyway, Imma go and get myseld some ice cream from the fridge, want some?" He started heading for the (lack of the) door. "No, thanks."

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"I am not even going to question this" Kakucho looked so done with this shit.

"Good. Save your sanity for later." You wish you could do so too. Your life would be so much more peaceful, but of course, you've got to be a nosy asshole.

"Sooooo..." Mochi started "what the fuck do we do with him?" He said gesturing at an unconsious Izana. "We can't let him just lay here forever."

"Why not?" Yeah, why not. For once you agree with Hanma (ew). It's so much more peaceful this way. "I think we should enjoy ourselves while he's not on pur asses about tenjiku." For once Ran gets it. Maybe his brain isnt pea-sized in the end? Hmm... Peanut-sized, then?

"Let's just wake him up, he's probably gonna be angry if we don't anyway." Okay??? That'd be a problem for the future.

"Kakucho, how the hell do you even wanna do that?!?" Shion asking a valid question? Someone write it done in their calendar! Quick!

"That's the problem-" Sorry Kaku, you're gonna share Ran's fate. "No-one has the balls here to try anyway" You say. "Why not just go do whatever you have to do and let him wake up on his own. It's most logical." You shrug.

"What if he doesn't wake up on time and misses his favourite tv series though?" Fuck. Mucho's got a point.He'd kill you all if you let that happen.

"Alright..." You move your sleeves up to your elbows. "Everyone get ready." "Huh-" Confusion. Confusion everywhere. "What do you-"

SLAP!!!

"..."

And before anyone registered what just happpened you have ready bolted through the door and were long gone, as if you were never there in the first place.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"Who. Has. Just. Slapped. Me." Izana was looking at them with a stare so manacing, that if eyes could kill, they'd be dead 3 time already and then roasted and served with aplles like a turkey.

"Who had the FUCKING AUDACITY to slap me just now." Sorry not sorry. You had to put yourself first..🤷

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Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Ran, Hanma and Madarame were looking at you with absolute fire in their eyes as you were patching them up. Kisaki was on the side, thanking whatever god has given his mother the idea to host a family dinner exacly when she did and Kakucho stood on Izana's right side.

"Why did i get caught in the cross fire WHEN I HAVE JUST BEEN STANDING TO THE SIDE!" Boohoo what and injustice. You wish you could say it outloud, but you don't need to dig your grave any further. It's already quite deep

"Hanma, do you want another black eye?" Uh oh. In the end, Izana hasn't calmed down yet. Now you were 100% sure you needed to keep your mouth as shut as possible.

"Izana, calm down. Tenjiku need fully able members and if you beat them up too much they won't be able to fight and [...]" Kakucho started panicing as he listed reasons as to why it's not a good idea to beat Hanma or anyone else up.

Meanwhile the Haitanis started whispering among themselves "I still can't believe Kakucho got out without a scratch." "I mean, he is Izana's right hand man so-"

"FINE." And on as if on cue, everyone, including stressed Kakucho, has let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "But i still want to know who the hell had thw balls to slap me." Fuck. You knew it. There was no way you'd get out of this alive and well. It was too good to be true.

"No-one wants to come out and-" "I'm gay." You cut him off while putting your hands up in the air in a 'i give up' gesture. "Here, you've got the coming out you wanted." At this point you were praying (yes, even if you aren religius, let's be honest, Izana'd scary when angry/crazy) that your attempt at changing the topic would work.

"..."

"So like, wanna fuck?" Ran raised he eyebrows up and down as Rindou gave an... interesting proposition to say the least.

"Pfft! Ahhaaayhayea!" There it was, if you didn't know Shion, you'd think a hiena has somehow gotten into your house. (yep, yall are all at your house, let's say it's a common hangout spot for the tenjiku crew for the sake of this story) It was eerie how similar he was to a hiena, now that you think about it.

"Uhh... Congratulations, (Name)?" Kakucho was BAFFLED. Definietely not what he was expecting.

"What the actual FUCK. That's is not what i wanted to ask AT ALL." When the initial shock went by, Izana was back on track looking for the person guilty of leaving a big, red hand print on his face. Ypu shocked yourself with how hard you could hit someone, especially since it's beem an hour and his cheek is still red as ever.

"Okay, fine! It was me wha slapped the shit outta you! Happy?!" You finally surrender, unable to hide that you're guilty.

"Oh yeah? In that case we've got to talk a little, don't you think?" His tone of voice was fucking scary. Someone save you, please.

You looked at everone as Izana held your wrist in his hand and started heading to your room, but suddenly everyone was busy.

Mucho was brushing his hair with his hand, which is impressive how he was still able to with that balding head of his. Mochizuki was rebraiding his lil sad rat tail, as if he could save it from looking shitty (he couldn't). Rindou was checking the time. Most normaln of them all award goesto him. Shion was just being Shion. Theres not much to say, other then that he looked higher then the fucking sky, but always does so it's alright. Kakucho has a suspicious smirk on his face as he sent you a wink and Ran..

... Ran was checking if his dick is still in it's place.

Overall, there was no saving your ass from this. Amen.

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"You think they know we can hear them?" Ran asked his brother, trying not to scowl too much at the sound he was hearing. "With all that moaning? Yeah, i'm pretty sure at least Izana is aware of that." Just as he said that a loud whine could be heard through the whole apartament.

"The neighbours are so going to complain. God, i almost feel bad for them" Almost, because Kakucho knew damn well that this was gonna happen one way or another, and just decided to give you guys a little push.

It's not his fault that push has required the Haitanis and Shion breaking Izanas favourite mug, and then with Izana on their tail running into the bathroom where you were relaxing.

Then after that he didn't even need to do much, it all went down on it's own.

"I should have been a full-time cupid instead of joining a gang."

[zarnzarn]

It's over.

Blitz drives home in silence, radio busted and spritzing after three different channels all seemed to be playing Verosika's dumb, annoying music.

He remembers her in a tank top in the late morning all those years ago, tongue out as she fiddled with the succubus lyre, singing fragmented nonsense under her morning breath. He remembers the glow of her skin, the raspiness of her voice, the scribble of her pencil, the glimpse of their matching tattoos in the light.

His had gotten blown out in a shootout years later, when a stray explosion caught him across the side, disintegrating his entire right shoulder and growing back white. That had been a miserable job, Blitz the only survivor of that crew after the explosion knocked him out of bounds as the rest of them were slaughtered. He'd liked that bunch. Loved them, almost.

Well. Hah. That was the problem, wasn't it?

The wipers squeak as they turn on and Blitz automatically reaches for the handle and jiggles it until they stop.

For all that he'd been fucking shocked walking into the party at the sheer fucking size of it- and proud too, duh, what the hell, twelve-year-old Blitz would have died in shock- it wasn't actually only exes and bad hookups. Just apparently everyone he'd ever pissed off, which- how the hell did Verosika even know.

He wonders if Moxxie and Millie ever got an invitation and wants to throw up. He wonders if Loona ever got one and wants to drive the van into a wall.

They'd be better off if he did, actually. Everyone would.

But as the charming graffiti on the wall stated, Blitz was a cockroach motherfucker, unable to be put down even in the face of absolute certain death for anyone else. He thinks that might have been Orella- they'd worked jobs together until he caught wind of the leader trying to betray the crew for cash and a higher up job offer and he'd joined the rival group to save his hide. He'd fucking told her, he sat her down and explained and everything- but she fucking refused to believe him until she got blown up, seconds after he'd left the building.

Survived, luckily, all of them. Unfortunately, took it fucking personally and came after him, which-

Ohh, fuck, the goddamn leader threw him under the bus, didn't he? Fucking hell. Another problem solved ten years too late.

He wonders if she was at the party. Or if Bion was. Or Lucas. Or Glenna.

He can't believe Stolas went. He can't believe that asshole said he wouldn't and then he did.

He looked good though.

Good enough that-

Blitz jerks at the steering wheel and pulls over sharply, pushing the seat back so he can put his head between his knees. His hands are shaking, breathing loud as the engine dies into silence.

He can't think about it. He can't think about it, or else he's going to drive back and slaughter everyone there, no matter what they once meant to him. Good for him, hope he gets laid worked if they were over and done with and they were not done.

He can still feel the warmth of Stolas' frame in his lap. Drunk as hell and whiny and adorable. Saying all he wanted was to be craved, loved, held close.

Sitting there in the car, hands over his eyes, Blitz sits there and needs him like opium and meth and can't shake the feeling that this might be one of his biggest fuck-ups yet.

[scentedluminarysoul]

Something you'll hear/read a lot from TERFs when queer people push back is "so much for being kind" or a sarcastic "#bekind"

Like

The fuck do you expect??? That you can just abuse us and we'll take it quietly? We're HUMANS, not punching bags. You might think we're acceptable targets, but fuck you! We won't go down without a fight!

You can really tell that with TERFs specifically, they are just a bunch of privileged, bored Karen's, who think fucking over a minority gives their miserable and empty lives some meaning. It was bad enough when they were just antivaxxers.

As a wise man once said:

It's about damn time these fuckers learned that they don't get just parade around in their faux gestapo getups without someone showing them what's what.

It's amazing how quickly these wannabe tough guy fascists turn into sniveling snowflakes as soon as they are met with even a little resistance.

"I thought I could come in and harass queers and threaten to kill them in peace!"

You really thought people were going to just let you come in and spout your hateful nonsense without any backlash? The audacity! That's a lifetime of unchecked privilege at play. I'm sometimes afraid to even leave my house while existing as a trans woman, and you thought you could just gamet away with this?

Talk shit, get hit.

[ohheyheyitsjj]

REMEMBER:

Do not kill yourself, instead get pissed off and join the cockroach motherfuckers!!

We have always been here and we will always be here, and

that includes you.

I know we all feel hopeless right now but

sometimes you have to create the hope before you can feel it.

[scaryscarecrows]

Clancy wakes up with a splitting headache.

He’s got no clue what happened. He went to bed like normal, got up for a glass of water and a piss around one-thirty, and that’s the last thing he remembers.

Maybe he fainted? He’s never done that before, but he saw somethin’ about long-term head injury things, and the Bat has definitely walloped him good a couple of times.

“He’s conscious,” a voice says from right behind him. There’s a beat, and then big fingers flick the side of his head.

“Ow!”

“See?”

Kidnapped. Christ, why? He doesn’t know shit! He’s only been workin’ with Riddler for like, three weeks, since Sionis got his head blown off. Riddler’s not the sharin’ type, either.

He’s handcuffed to a chair in a warehouse, because this is Gotham and that’s protocol, but he doesn’t recognize the guys he can see. They look like the little army figurines he played with as a kid, but red, and with face masks and goggles that look more like something out of a cheap sci-fi show. No faction he knows.

“What the hell? I don’t know shit about shit!”

“Clancy Morrison, thirty-three, no kids, girlfriend dumped you six months ago, professional henchman, because that’s a thing here,” the man in front of him rattles off in a bored tone, voice echoing a little behind his mask. “Currently working for Riddler, previously worked for Black Mask.”

“You hiring or somethin’? ‘Cause this is a crappy job interview.”

There’s a small smattering of laughter. Clancy gives his cuffs an experimental tug. Absolutely nothing happens.

“Look, man. I had to roll my ass outta bed, take a connecting flight–a connecting flight, do you have any idea how much those suck these days?--to get back here and deal with the mess your old boss caused.” The man leans over, resting gloved hands on the arms of the chair. “But I’m still the nicer person you could talk to tonight. So here’s the thing. You tell me where your old cronies got hired or hid, whichever, and you get to walk away with maybe, like, a broken finger or something. Nothing too bad.”

This is Sionis’s fault? The bastard’s dead and he’s still causing problems? God!

Should’ve stuck with Two-Face, I should’ve just sucked it up and worn that ugly-ass Halloween mask…

Wait.

Sionis got his stupid face busted because he fucked with the Hood. A bunch’a people had kinda…appeared…aw, shit.

“This isn’t about the Hood, is it? Thought he died.”

He regrets this immediately, but the man in front of him just laughs.

“Just tell me where your friends are.”

Clancy’s a lotta things, but a snitch he ain’t.

“Fuck you.”

He regrets that immediately, too: a hand grabs the cuffs and he’s flipped over, slammed into the cement floor hard enough to shatter the chair and whack his head, and then he’s staring up at Death.

For a dead man, Hood looks plenty alive. He looks a lot better than the last time Clancy saw him, unfortunately.

“I’m a tough bastard to kill,” Hood tells him, voice bright with glee. “As you may have noticed.”

“Yeah, you oughta get a new name,” somebody new calls. “The Cockroach.”

“The Silverfish,” somebody else says. Hood sighs.

“No.”

“Oh-oh-oh, Cocaine Bear!”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Just sayin’.”

“No.” He fixes his boot on Clancy’s chest and leans down. There’s a creak. Clancy suddenly has a lot more trouble breathing. “You should’ve taken the offer. He’s a little more kindhearted than I am.”

“Look, I don’t know where all of ‘em–”

“I’m sure you’ll remember.” Hood’s head swivels towards Clancy’s left elbow. “Didn’t heal right, did it? After it broke last year?”

“I-I-I–”

“Shame.”

CRACK!

“Oh God!” Pain. Painpainpain. “Motherfucker!”

Hood gives the now-broken elbow an experimental poke. Clancy howls as bolts of agony race up and down his arm.

“Fuck you!”

“Please don’t.” There’s a snick and the tip of a knife presses gently against the corner of his eye. “Ready to talk to me?”

[misscammiedawn]

Intersectional Community Cooperation in X-Men 97

The discussion around X-Men 97 has died down and I've not really seen a lot of ongoing discussion about it, which is a true shame as it actually managed to update the queer community allegory for the franchise to the mainstream.

I say mainstream as, despite a recent return to status quo, X-Men comics have understood that the formula is essentially about managing intersectional in-fighting in marginalized communities for some time.

If you ever found yourself asking "Why does Krakoa have [insert villain here] at the table?" then it's important to understand that the allegories have by necessity updated to discuss the fact that there are multiple minorities who are all excluded, hated and resisted by the dominant culture under a single banner. The anti-mutant bigots of 616 view Jean Gray, Scott Summers and Charles Xavier as "dirty muties" as much as Erik Lehnsherr, Nathan Essex and En Sabah Nur.

All sects of the mutant community need to unite and fight for their rights under a single banner because Mutant prejudice is not over until The Morlocks can walk in the sun and for the most part. Though individual writers and a worrying number of fans do not understand this fact, it is still the core DNA of modern X-Men.

I think X-Men 97 did a good job bringing the mainstream friendly 90s Cartoon up to date with that in their own way and by adapting 90s storylines, too. I'm impressed.

Especially as I did not trust them to pull it off. In fact we very much were prepared for the typical fumbling of the ball that comes with Disney-Marvel stories on nuanced topics.

In way of demonstrating the lack of faith, after the first episode of the final 3-part arc I (for certain values of "I", these posts do not read like my prose) had written on a forum (edited for conciseness):

Thoughts on today's ep though: Whatcha expect? They have amazing villainous parallels to real world atrocities on oppressed minorities at a time where all the talk of using apathy and overloading empathy bandwidth hits too dang true-- then they cut to what amounts to "punch the bad guy real hard" after 8 episodes of getting the audience to understand bad guy and kinda root for him! Previous ep had Hank framed between fallen statues of Charles and Erik and after walking towards Charles he ends the scene walking to Erik due to his leftist bigot love interest's ignorance-- like they had the makings for emotional complexity that they brewed carefully over a season-- in my heart I knew it would end with "hit Magneto really hard" but like-- it didn't have to y'know?

Turns out, though, the ending was not hit Magneto really hard as we had feared.

It was deal with the internalized self-prejudice of Bastion. I read it as internalized homophobia, particularly as Bastion's journey is played to parallel Charles and Erik's but it's about internalized prejudice that was instilled into him by his bigot parents.

For all the show glossed over Bastion's origins, they did a good job sticking the landing with the allegory. After the genocide in Genosha they all but had Rogue say the pissed-off cockroach motherfuckers tweet at General Ross and we are shown the natural evolution of the cockroach queer, the curly moustache man himself, Mag-Fucking-Neto.

The final conflict between Charles and Erik relives the moment that the pair discovered the other was queer a mutant. The scene, in a bar, has Charles vaguely graze the topic and feel out for safety. Erik, accustomed to hatred, rebukes Charles and tells him that if he were gay a mutant then outing himself would lead to invite violence to be acted upon him. Erik knows the violence that man can and will enact upon marginalized communities.

Where I had worried the fight would amount to "punch Magneto really hard" for endangering the Earth it actually ended up with his ex-boyfriend accepting the sheer amount of pain that he felt and acknowledging that the agony the world had inflicted upon him was consuming him via a literal ocean of agony, the only ship above the tides of despair being his family. It wasn't even choosing love over hate, it was accepting community and the mere idea that life could be anything more than eternal torment and pain. Erik had been conditioned to ONLY expect heartbreak, rejection and prejudice and Genosha proved all his darkest fears true. Magneto was incapable of believing in a world outside of pain and Charles had to reach him and tell him there will always be those who will keep him afloat.

Meanwhile Bastion, with all his self-loathing, has decided to try and exterminate all mutants, a population he himself is a member of. He views himself as an abomination.

If Magneto hates the world that has hurt him so many times, Bastion hates himself for not being what the world considers normal. His hatred of mutants is so strong that it consumes him entirely.

He completely overpowers the X-Men, taking punishment from all the team at their peak of desperation and after his health bar depletes enough to activate a cutscene he mocks "You call yourself a team--- a family? But a family that can't save itself merely works together to die alone."

Hearing that is the turning point in which Cyclops orders the team to stop fighting and embrace him. They extend an olive branch, explaining the prejudice was learned from his mother and that he is still a welcome member of their community.

He resists and fights, unwilling to take them at their word. Insults them, mocks them for allowing him to massacre their people. He notes that humanity is going extinct, being "replaced" by the mutant population. Jean responds that more humans are being born every day and yes some will be queer mutants but that just means coexisting will become more necessary.

The hearty debate is ended when Bastion notices that the USA have launched nukes at the Meteor.

I know writers who use subtext and they're all cowards.

I also do like that President Kelly, Steve Rogers (who was shown refusing to "get involved" in mutant affairs earlier in the season) and Tony Stark are all shown in the war room nervously watching after having sent nukes to destroy Meteor M. Allies until the chips are down because they're not brave enough to stand for the marginalized themselves.

Given how ungenerous I had felt while watching the lead-up to this final episode, I really do think that the writers understood that infighting within vulnerable communities will always lead to circumstances where we cannot stand up to oppression.

And the massacre of Genosha was committed because they had established an inclusive community. One that included everyone. Their leadership round table had villains and heroes alike, Pryor, Frost, Shaw and Magneto sat alongside Worthington, and even (as far as we currently know in this canon) human Moira McTaggert. Mutants were learning to stand together and erase the self-inflicted barriers between mutant communities. The Morlocks were in Genosha. All were equal.

That was a threat. It needed to be destroyed.

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Anyway. I just wanted to praise X-Men 97 for the plea for all those living in a world that hates us to link hands and find love, family, growth and healing in one another and together. We do not have to be swallowed by our pain or try to limit ourselves to be accepted by a world indifferent to our attempts at assimilation.

I legitimately cannot wait for one of those lovely English major queers with free time and a platform to tackle this topic because my uneducated butt is just seeing outlines of a thesis.

[sukirichi]

Im on my pause to eat from my shift and i happily scrolled down on the update.

Lets say im gonna be pissed the whole remaining of my shift and talk to the costumers like theyre my problem

Also i bet iris told him shes pregnant since rin wants to divorce and also i read the 'the next words that came out of her mouth'

Cant she just fucking go away? Abort something? Just fucking go the fuck away? Leave him the fuck alone? Jesus fucking christ annoying piece of shit, cockroach, bitch in heat

Like i know i still have to read the whole update decently cause i like to take my time but the ending already pissed me the fuck off cause rin was all for 'breaking' up with that bitch and she was even like good. And then i bet she dropped the im pregnant bomb or some shit cause he immediately backed out

RIN SHE LEGIT SAID I DONT WANT TO BE WITH YOU

LEAVE HER ASS SHES DOESN'T LOVE YOU

Ugh bitch fucking piece of shit motherfucker AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i mean technically she did already leave him alone for like two months while they furnished the beach house BUT YEAH ABDKWKA also trust trust iris doesn’t want anything to do with rin at the moment and she’s all for rinyn working out so whatever she told him, its not at all to make him go back to her 😭

[space-mouse]

staring into the distance. i am about to be mildly insufferable about a kids' cartoon and i know it. however. the hill i choose to die on is that if the '87 ninja turtles are gay and/or trans, and they grew up in new york city in the 80s, they lived through the AIDS crisis and, given their life philosophy, they were part of ACT UP in their own turtle-y way. that grief and activism is part of their life experience and it's going to inform how they talk lgbt stuff with younger generations of turtles in crossovers. sure there's elements of "wow the future! so many new words!" but they're also like. the pissed-off cockroach motherfuckers tweet. aggressively, deliberately, achingly proud. very serious about fighting for your rights and also free condoms

[mothmanfucks]

SORRRRRYYY for being a slut for a) indestructible pissed off cockroach motherfuckers who cannot die but must suffer AND b) "i loved you. best i could." dynamics and that this has made izzy hands and izzy/ed just absolute catnip for me