#sofy doctor strange

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

You mean my wife

Her name’s Sofie (last name and uh, species unrevealed), was introduced with the Bendis Legion and—as kinda typical with Brian’s bigger ensembles—had some cool moments but almost no real development. Johns featured her for his Justice Society 3000 along with a new Blue Beetle and Starheart!Green Lantern, but that appearance also added nothing wrt who she actually is.

Like I said, I just think she looks cool, and I’m a little weird about arms, so I think that’s neat, even if it’s kind of obvious Brian and Ryan probably just lifted it from the occasional Doctor Strange appearances that use it.

What would be your ranking of the different Dr.Fates?

Inza Cramer - all due respect to Kent, the best and brightest Fate.

Khalid Nassour - I think Khalid's sort of the ideal concept of Fate for modern audiences and addresses a lot of the typically golden age issues with Kent (mostly shared with Hawkman and Blue Beetle as he was originally conceived).

Jared Stevens - fucked up little gremlin of a man whose first thought on getting a bunch of magical objects was to DIY that shit to fit his aesthetic, and I think that's beautiful

Kent Nelson - the gold standard (no pun intended) but also he's always Oded Fehr in my mind, which is a v calming voice

Hector Hall - Fate's got legacy built into the concept--arguably Kent Nelson is a legacy for Nabu--so Hector's multi-faceted JSA heir apparent bit really suits Fate-as-Hero over Fate-as-Magical Being

LoSH Era Fate (Sofie?) - she looks hella cool, which is unfortunately a big deal in my book, we're very aesthetic driven around here

The Strausses - dysfunction junction, but I love fusion characters (see also: Firestorm) so uh, points for that?

Kent V. Nelson - uh, Steve Gerber worked on this version which is neat? idk, handing off the Helm to some guy who's vaguely related to the original smacks of laziness, I'm glad he didn't stick around so Khalid could get the role.

Ben Stoner - don't like him, seems like a dick

If we're including parallel universes, Khalid Ben-Hassin and E-20's Kent Nelson are near the top (actually Kent-20 might be my favorite?). I'd add Jared-13, but he's basically just prime!Jared in an environment where he can thrive. Steel Maxum is fantastic. No comment on the Zataras.

[marvelsbetch]

Peter Parker’s parent teacher conference

Warnings: IronStrange, Supremefamily, bullied Peter, dick head teachers, anxious Peter and homophobia.

-Peter POV-

"Hey Bambi, why didn't you tell us about your parent-teacher conference tomorrow night?" Pops asked sitting next to me on the living room couch.

"I didn't think you would've wanted to go? Dads not the one for school or teachers and you're -well- you." I explained tentatively.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Just so you know, we'll be there for around 5 so just after your decathlon meeting. It'll just be me and your dad so no need to be embarrassed." Pops told me.

"Thanks. This'll be the first parent-teacher conference I would've ever been to." I told him.

"Same kid. It's a first time experience for us all." Pops smiled at me.

"Not many times that happens." I commented resting my head on his shoulder.

"No it's not Bambi, no it's not." He smiled putting his head on mine.

-Next day at 5 o'clock-

"Hey Penis, what're you still doing here? This is a thing for kids with parents." Flash taunted walked passed me in the gymnasium as I waited for my dads.

"Shut up Flash, you know nothing about my family." I told him.

"You better watch your tone Parker or you'll have another black eye." Flash threatened getting really close to me.

"If you would be so kind as to step away from my kid, it would he greatly appreciated." Pops' voice spoke from next to me. They must've just arrived.

"Oh my God! It's Stephen Strange! And Tony Stark!" Flash all but yelled making the whole room fall silent.

"It's Stephen Stark actually. I didn't spend thousands on a wedding for people to not recognise my changed last name." Pops corrected.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a fan of both of your works." Flash blabbered composing himself.

"Eugene! We've been looking everywhere for you!" A man, who I presume is Flash's father, scolded walking up to us with a woman trailing behind.

"Sorry father but look who I found. The Starks." Flash excitedly announced.

At this point I slowly slipped away from him and walked up to my Dad who gladly greeted me with a hug. I could feel the warmth of the arc reactor on my chest and it gave a strange comfort. After a few moments we let go but I didn't move very far, being so close to Flash made me really anxious.

"Underoos you okay?" Dad asked me worriedly trying to look into my eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine, just tired. I was up late finishing a piece of homework last night." I lied hoping Pops wouldn't say anything as I fell asleep on him last night.

"Wow Mister Stark. I must say I'm a big fan of your work. If you haven't noticed I try to style myself off of you." Flash's father said showing off his black tailored suit and aviator sunglasses and reached out for a handshake.

"I'm flattered but I don't do handshakes. I'm not the biggest fan of touching." Dad told him trying to give a convincing smile.

"Then why've you got an arm around Pen-Peter?" Flash asked making both my Dads give him the 'Bitch WTF' look. I hate that look. Dad was about to say something but I decided to cut in.

"So, why don't we do what you came here to do and speak to my teachers? Sounds great, let's go." I spoke grabbing Pops' hand and dragging him and Dad to one of my teachers.

"Who was he?" Dad asked in a demanding tone.

"Nobody important. Look Mr. Harrington's free. Let's go and talk to him." I rushed and pulled my dads towards Mr. Harrington's table.

"Ah, Peter and Mr. and Mr. Stark. Lovely to meet you, I love all you've done for the world." Mr Harrington spoke as we took our seats.

"Thank you Mr. Harrington." Pops said.

"No problem. So, I teach Peter Physics and I've got no problems. The only thing I would say is that he is often on his phone during lesson and doesn't listen that much. However with that being said, he's never got below an A+ on his tests. You should be proud of him." Mr. Harrington smiled.

"We are. Is that all?" Dad said ruffling my hair slightly.

"That's all thanks." Mr. Harrington announced and shook Pops' hand before we walked away.

"That was a really good report but who're you texting during class? It better not be one of the others or your dad." Pops asked and gave Dad a pointed look.

"No it's this guy I met online. His names Harley Keener and he seems really nice." I explained as I lead them to my history teacher.

"Harley Keener?" Dad asked shocked.

"Yeah. Why? Do you know him?" I questioned.

"Sorta. I'll explain when we get home." Dad dismisses before turning around to face my history teacher Mrs. Keens.

"Wow, this is a shock. It's not everyday the Starks turn up to a parent-teacher conference. How are you both?" She rushed out slightly flustered.

"We're doing fine thank you. How is Peter in this subject?" Pops asked, straight to the point as always.

"Peter is amazing, always hands his homework in on time, always listens in lesson and has never received less than an A on a test. You should be proud of him." She informed smiling at me.

"Wow, our little goody-two-shoes." Dad teased ruffling my hair slightly.

"One thing that you may or may not be aware of is a boy called Eugene Thomson. He seems to be bullying Peter for whatever reason, I've caught him a few times throwing paper balls at Peter or sliding him malicious notes. I'm not sure if it's friendly or not but I felt you should know. Thank you." Mrs. Keens informed, may the ground swallow me up now.

"We will also discuss this later on." Pops told me sternly, oh no.

We left Mrs. Keens with a slight wave and headed back to the main area to find another teacher. My eyes landed on my English teacher who didn't seem very happy, this is not going to end well.

"Oh look, it's your English teacher." Dad commented and pointed to Mr. Malory. Fuuuuuuuuck.

"How do you know my English teacher?" I asked worriedly.

"Research department, making sure my son has the best education he can. Let's go to him now while he's free." Dad brushed off and started to walk towards him. God save me.

My English teacher hates me for no reason, always turns a blind eye to Flash, always nitpicks my assignments and finds any reason to not give me a good grade. He's also quite homophobic and has expressed on many occasions his hatred for my Dads and anything to do with them. He even leads a group called the 'Freedom from Starks'. This is so not ending well.

"Peter, didn't expect to see you here." Mr. Malory commented not looking up from his clip board.

"Well, this is a parent-teacher conference and I, as his parent, would like to speak to my sons teacher about his school work. If you'd be so kind." Dad said, his words oozing sarcasm and sass. He really did his research.

Mr. Malory picked his head up and stared Dad dead in the face. The distaste clearly shown on both faces as the three of us took our seats, Pops took Dad's hand, probably as a way to calm him down. This is worse than I thought.

"Well, if I'm being honest, Peter is the worse student I've ever taught. He's disruptive in lessons, throws paper at a wonderful student called Flash Thompson, slides Flash malicious notes and seems to find any excuse to blame Flash. His work is simply upgradable and I couldn't thing on a bigger lost cause than your son. Any questions?" Mr. Malory spoke and Dads face got redder and redder with anger.

"Really, then why did the last teacher we speak to say it was the other way around, that 'Flash' was the one throwing paper and passing notes?" Dad questioned leaning forward in his seat.

"Look, I don't know what happens in other lessons and quite frankly, I don't care. All I know is Peter is a major distraction and it's bordering bulling with Flash." Mr. Malory told us.

"What about his work is so upgradable? Is it his handwriting or the content of what he's writing?" Pops asked placing his other hand on top of Dads. This is getting serious.

"The content. The ludicrous stories of the Norse Gods and his 'adventures' with them are beyond reason. His stories are beyond the realm of possibility and are just ludicrous." Mr. Malory told them.

"His stories about the Norse Gods, does this involve Thor putting his hammer in inconvient places or Loki and black widow being kind and caring to others?" Das asked.

"Yes." Was Mr. Malory's short response.

"Well, it is within the realm of possibility as it happens. Every single day at the compound or sanctum." Pops spit out trying to keep calm.

"Oh well, maybe he should learn to be more creative with his stories." Mr. Malory spoke silently challenging Pops.

"Thanks sir." I hastily said before dragging both my dads out of their seats and walking off.

"No Pete, I would like to hear more about how much of a bad student you are." Dad argued challenging Mr Mallory.

"And I will be glad to provide. Mr Park-"

"Stark." Dad deadpans.

"Mr Stark is highly disruptive not only to Mr Thomson but is also always on his phone, sleeping in class or just straight up not listening. Honestly, his behaviour is a reflection as to why you people shouldn't be allowed to have kids, you simply don't know how to raise them." Mr Mallory continued to explain. Dad went red.

"What do you mean by you people?" Pops asked scarily calm as be placed a hand on Dad's knee to soothe him slightly.

"Gays. You shouldn't be allowed children because there's not a mother to properly raise them, I never had these issues when Peter lived with May. I honestly think it would be in his best interest to place him back in her care."

Oh my god. He knows May is dead. He knows that I can't be 'placed back in her care' and It was the same when I did live with her, nothing changed.

We were all stunned into silence, including some of the surrounding parents and teachers who were stunned. Well, we were silent until Dad blew up at him.

"How dare you," he began, "I take as good care of my son as any other parent here does, I give him as much as I can and do everything I can to be a good parent to him. If he's sleeping in your classes or being distracted then maybe you should make your lessons more interesting and not be blind sighted by your homophobic, bigoted and downright dickish beliefs. Your head may be crammed so far up your ass you can smell your lungs but maybe once join us in the real world and see that just because people are different doesn't mean they're not as capable. I will be putting in a formal complaint and if I were you, I'd start looking for new places of employment seeing as I am one of the biggest donators to this school. Come on Pete, we're going home."

Dad then grabbed Pops' hand and my arm before storming out of the building towards the car. You could see the steam coming out of his ears as Pops tried in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

I think I can safely say that this night was a disaster.

[rockislandadultreads]

Suspenseful Recommendations

Dog Park by Sofi Oksanen, Owen Frederick Witesman (Translation)

Helsinki, 2016. Olenka sits on a bench, watching a family play in a dog park. A stranger sits down beside her. Olenka startles; she would recognize this other woman anywhere. After all, Olenka was the one who ruined her life. And this woman may be about to do the same to Olenka. Yet, for a fragile moment, here they are, together--looking at their own children being raised by other people. Moving seamlessly between modern-day Finland and Ukraine in the early days of its post-Soviet independence, The Dog Park is a keenly observed, dark and propulsive novel set at the intersection of East and West, centered in a web of exploitation and the commodification of the female body. Oksanen brings fearless psychological acuity to this captivating story about a woman unable to escape the memory of her lost child, the ruthless powers that still hunt her, and the lies that could well end up saving her.

In Another Light by A.J. Banner

Three years ago mortuary cosmetologist Phoebe Glassman lost her husband in a tragic accident. No longer the hopeful wife and mother she once was, Phoebe is disappearing into her grief and into the quietude of her job—restoring to the dead the illusion of life. Then the body of a woman named Pauline Steele arrives in the mortuary, and for Phoebe, everything changes. Pauline is unmistakably Phoebe’s mirror image and bears an alarmingly familiar tattoo. Even more startling is that among Pauline’s effects is a faded photograph of Phoebe. Aided by an eccentric colleague, her curiosity sparked, Phoebe investigates her doppelgänger’s life and death—and uncovers surprising clues to a shared past. Phoebe’s emotional journey soon leads to shocking revelations about those closest to her…and even herself. When she’s driven to the brink, how much of what she discovers can she trust?

Tripping Arcadia by Kit Mayquist

Med school dropout Lena is desperate for a job, any job, to help her parents, who are approaching bankruptcy after her father was injured and laid off nearly simultaneously. So when she is offered a position, against all odds, working for one of Boston’s most elite families, the illustrious and secretive Verdeaus, she knows she must accept it—no matter how bizarre the interview or how vague the job description. By day, she is assistant to the family doctor and his charge, Jonathan, the sickly, poetic, drunken heir to the family empire, who is as difficult as his illness is mysterious. By night, Lena discovers the more sinister side of the family, as she works overtime at their lavish parties, helping to hide their self-destructive tendencies . . . and trying not to fall for Jonathan’s alluring sister, Audrey. But when she stumbles upon the knowledge that the Verdeau patriarch is the one responsible for the ruin of her own family, Lena vows to get revenge—a poison-filled quest that leads her further into this hedonistic world than she ever bargained for, forcing her to decide how much—and who—she's willing to sacrifice for payback.

The Starless Crown by James Rollins

A gifted student foretells an apocalypse. Her reward is a sentence of death. Fleeing into the unknown she is drawn into a team of outcasts: A broken soldier, who once again takes up the weapons he’s forbidden to wield and carves a trail back home. A drunken prince, who steps out from his beloved brother's shadow and claims a purpose of his own. An imprisoned thief, who escapes the crushing dark and discovers a gleaming artifact - one that will ignite a power struggle across the globe. On the run, hunted by enemies old and new, they must learn to trust each other in order to survive in a world evolved in strange, beautiful, and deadly ways, and uncover ancient secrets that hold the key to their salvation. But with each passing moment, doom draws closer. WHO WILL CLAIM THE STARLESS CROWN?

[chronic-claire-universe]

congratulations, baby! 🥳 i wish you all the best 💓

may I join your birthday event, please?

I'm really short (around 152 cm), I have long dark brown hair, brown eyes, wear glasses, my pronouns are she/hers, I'm a med student haha and my mbti is enfj. When I'm not studying or working, I love to read fantasy and romance books, and play video games as well >.<

my kinks are mostly praise, bondage, slightly degradation, body worship, I might be a monsterfucker since I'm a whore for sukuna lol

fandoms: jjk and haikyuu

I'll look foward what you gonna write! I'm sure it'll be wonderful, thank you 💓

Sofi, I'm finally here and let me tell you, it's really kind of you to write these nice words for me, I hope I won't disappoint your expectation 💜

Here your escort for my birthday party:

Warnings: Bondage, Praise Kink, Degradation, Minors DNI, 18+.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo

My girl Sofi, you share the same mbti of the coolness made in person and this could be a strange match up, but there's a reason on why I chose him: you study medicine and as your colleague I know how much stress this can result in.

Gojo is a teaser, but his cerulean deep eyes knows when to stop his brat and spoiled behaviour and take care of you, the man is full of money and when free from his work he loves to spend days at the spa and going to patisserie with you.

Gojo developed a strange habitude staying with you, he loves spying you at traineeship because he loves how the white coat dress on you.

He loves seeing you so confident while discussing with the other students or the doctors, he's a full supporter of your career and he KNOWS that it's going to be a succesful one.

What do you do in exchange for him? I mention the white coat, (yeah you know about it), waiting at home bare body and just white coat on is a huge turn on for the cotton candy man.

Overstimulation and praise are a mantra for him, he loves whispering how good you're taking his cock and encourages you while tearing cause "Sato too big..mh".

When both of you are free or you're especially stressed from the exam session he takes his time, tying you up and playing with temperature, all while blinded. LINK

Haikyuu: Tetsuro Kuroo

Girl you scream coolness from every pore of your being this means that only hot clever guys go with you!

Kuroo is well, hot and this is canon, but inside he's still humble and kind, he enjoys and cherish his time with you even though you're studying.

He loves details such as your furrowed eyebrows, hair in a messy bun and glasses, your face is prone to the anatomy book and you can't see it, but he looks sincerely in love with you (just like in the photo).

Kuroo as like Gojo loves to see you in your white coat, he finds it really sexy, especially if you wear high heels and the glasses with a hairstyle.

He loves to strip you out of that clothes and stare at you all naked under him, making you blush.

He's a teaser, he loves hearing you beg to lick your clit before going crazy, he'll gladly do it cause your moans are everything for him.

He's not really one into praising you, instead in keeps on teasing you and degrading you.

"You begged for this cock and now you can't even take it without crying, what a useless slut", his words are mean but his body screams love, cause he will slow down while caressing your clit to help you cum, an unconventional lover is coming! LINK

Sofi this was it, I don't know if you wanted this type of nsfw but with these two I couldn't help but write! If you want to leave a gift of appreciation my Ko-Fi is opened, thanks for coming by 💜

[nordsea-horizons]

Non-animal crossing, i dont normally post these but since it was from sofi i ofc had to do it🐻❤️ Thank you @avonleaisland for tagging me💕

Share your latest movie, book and song:

Movie: easy to answer bc i just watched the new doctor strange movie in the cinema! i have mixed feeling about the marvel movies in general but i liked this one actually, i really enjoyed wandavision so for me it was mostly good bc of that!

Book: last book i read was a month ago! It was Circe by Madeline Miller, its my 3rd time reading it tbh i really love it. It has a really specific kinda sad feel to it that i sometimes really enjoy.

Song: Caminando by Isadora, from one of my sister’s summer playlists, just a cute song that feels like summer to me(Im trying to get in that mood lately)☀️

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

mick headcanons?

I���ll do both Micks just because I love them

Mick Zeelenberg

- While he doesn’t ever become a doctor in the way that he initially wanted, he does work as a sports therapist.

I just don’t see him ever actually becoming a doctor and “curing blindness” for his sister as he says, but he definitely does combine that drive to help others with his talents and passions

Strangely enough, he was in school with Nienke while they were both doing pre-med

- Mick and Sofie don’t last

Mick and Sofie’s relationship flourishes for about five years after the end of the series, but they ultimately split up because of Mick fucking hating her family

- He and Robbie share an apartment and have a Joey/Chandler type relationship

I don’t think I even have to explain this just shut your eyes and imagine it.

Mick Campbell

- He stays in Australia as a professional football player

He’s not a celebrity by any means, but he’s certainly well known in the world of football.

Amber often flies down when she’s not busy with her new clothing line and cheers him on as friends do.

- He gets married pretty young and has an adorable baby girl

I just think that Mick would have such a cute little family and he would be thriving down in Australia with little to no trauma from his schooling days

- He has a terrible sense of direction. Seriously, don’t expect him to find you. You have to find him.

See the Africa fic

[crimson-dxwn]

Thire/OC: A Little Mischief

Once again, @detroitbydark​ and I were discussing the CG boys and we decided that Commander Thire needs some love. So here we are! This post is long as shit and I’m sorry but this got posted on mobile as I walked into the hospital.

Summary: Thire meets an interesting new friend who happens to share a hobby. They go on a date.

Word Count: 3000

Warnings/rating: none/T

Chapter 1

It was the third shooting this week, and they’d just lost another patient. Endless compressions later, Sofi was exhausted and frustrated. And absolutely covered in blood. 

The doctor had to go declare another patient, so Sofi slipped outside for a little caf, just to clear her head for five minutes. Jorah popped out with her and they leaned against the door for a bit in silence. He was her favorite work friend because he had the same sense of humor, which was evident when a pair of red and white armored troopers walked out of the Emergency Department exit. 

“I dare you to go give your comm to one of them.” He nodded towards the two men.

“Jorah, I’m at work. You’re gonna get me called in to HR.”

“Well you and I are on break and we’re technically not in the hospital so...debatable. You’re just scared.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. You’re scared to put yourself out there.”

“Am not!”

The troopers were waiting for a pickup at the end of the landing platform that stretched from the building. Giving her comm frequency to a random man in uniform was usually right up her alley, in terms of risk taking, but she tried to be professional when she was working. But they’d had a terrible day, and she wanted to start a little mischief. The worst he could do was say no. Or arrest her. Now that would be fun.

She made a rude gesture at Jorah, shook her hair out of its bun, and started towards the men, shooting a suggestive look over her shoulder on the way. Scrubs weren’t really her most flattering look, but she’d make do for now. 

“Excuse me, trooper.”

They turned to look, helmets swiveling. Sofi honed in on the one nearest to her, who’d crossed his arms defensively.

“Red looks good on you, but I think it would look better on my floor.”

The nearer man remained a statue, while the other was obviously trying to stifle laughter under his helmet. 

“If I gave you my comm, would you call me?”

Farther trooper elbowed his buddy. 

“Come on, Thire,” he said, “the lady wants a date.”

The lady didn’t really want a date, but she wasn’t one to turn down a dare. 

“Why don’t you think about it?” she persisted, “Give me your hand.”

The unnamed trooper elbowed her target again and an object fell from under one of the nearer man’s arms. A book. Not a datapad, an actual book made of flimsi sewn and glued together. She didn’t know anyone else who didn’t read on a datapad. Sofi’s grandmother had given her troves of books when she was a girl, and she’d devoured them.

Swiftly, she bent and picked it up. There was obviously more to him than met the eye. Not many men she knew read antique romance novels. Her plan changed as she handed it back to him.

“I know a place I think you’ll like. This is my comm frequency.” She tugged on his hand and he acquiesced the appendage to her grasp. Removing his glove, she uncapped her pen with her teeth and scribbled her frequency on his palm. 

“I’m off in two cycles, call me when you’re not on duty and we’ll have some fun.” Sofi gave him her most winning smile, ready for a line, a laugh, a flirty comment, anything.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, softly, and turned away. Their ride was here. She strode back towards the hospital, feeling their eyes on her back, which was her plan all along. Idly, she wondered what he’d look like under that red and white helmet. Stupid, she thought. They all looked the same. 

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Stone hadn’t stopped laughing since they left the platform. 

“You really turned my day around, vod,” he wheezed, in between laughs, “I’d be jealous, but I think you need this more than me.”

“Shut up,” Thire replied, just grateful his bucket was on to hide what must be a furious blush. He could still feel where she scribbled her number on his hand. The woman hadn’t even told him her name. 

They’d all breathed a sigh of relief when Mouse had discharged from the hospital. Senator Amidala had whisked her off to Naboo that morning. Stone and Thire had been the last watch before she left. 

Fox was still acting strange about the whole incident, and none of them knew why. Thire hoped it wasn’t what he thought, but the longer his brother avoided her, the more evidence he had. He thought Fox was a better man than that. Her nightmares weren’t improving and she wouldn’t talk to anyone about what happened.

He and Fox had always shared the responsibility of being the ori’vod, but now Thire felt like he had to bear it all himself. So right now, a distraction was welcome, no matter now embarrassing.

He was pretty sure her proposition was a joke, but she was so pretty he didn’t even care. Not pretty, gorgeous. Even spattered in what appeared to be blood. Force knows he’d seen enough of it.

Two days later he found himself sitting on the side of his bunk in his blacks, staring down at his comm. He’d been looking at it for an hour now, debating whether to comm that nurse from the other day. One one hand, it could be fun. But he didn’t know where she wanted to take him. Or she could turn him down, laugh at him.  But he didn’t have that much to lose, and it was his day off after all. Okay, here went nothing.

“This is Commander Thire. I’m supposed to comm you on your day off?”

And he waited.

And waited.

Then came a chime from his comm.

“Meet me at these coordinates at 1500. No need to wear your armor. ;)”

No need to wear armor? He didn’t have anything else to wear besides his dress uniform. Civilian clothes weren’t something they could wear out and about on Coruscant. Or afford. It was a precious day off, and he was oddly excited to spend it with someone he’d never spoken more than a sentence to. Someone who didn’t have the same face as him. Stone had finally stopped popping off about it yesterday. Thire usually wasn’t one to rise to his jabs, but it seemed that being around Fox and Mouse had rubbed off on him. 

Despite her request, he wore his armor anyway, since he didn’t have anything else and he loathed his dress greys. They made his gett’se itch and pinched his neck. The red and white plastoid was practically a second skin after all these years of training in it, working in it, and occasionally even sleeping in it. It was his oldest friend aside from his batchmates. 

Thire also looked up the coordinates she sent. One couldn’t be too careful these days, not knowing where civilians stood on the ‘issue’ of the clone army. To his surprise, he’d been there before. On official Guard business, no less. 

A few weeks ago some punks had tried to break into an old bookstore down in the levels. They’d thrown a brick through the window and Thire helped the wizened old shop lady sweep up the broken transparisteel so she didn’t hurt herself. Not much had been taken, as the little store was stuffed with floor-to-ceiling shelves of real books and her till was almost empty. He wondered then - and still did - how she stayed in business. Giza, the old woman, had offered him any book he wanted. Having only read training manuals and required reading for flash training, he hadn’t known where to start. He’d never read for pleasure before. Giza finally took pity on him and handed him her favorite. Knights of the Old Republic. He’d devoured it. 

Thire was looking forward to going back, and strangely smug at knowing the secret. But he couldn’t help but sweat nervously in his armor the whole way to the location. Again, he was intensely grateful that he hadn’t decided to wear his dress greys. 

He pulled his speeder up in front of Giza’s store, early as usual. Except his date was already there. Earlier than him? That never happened. Taking a little more time than was necessary to park and dismount, he snuck a few looks at her. She certainly was not in her work uniform this time. Burgundy leggings and a matching cropped top set off her dark skin. The ensemble left little to the imagination, but he found that he didn’t much mind. 

He reminded himself to keep her eyes on her face, which fortunately wasn’t hard since she was wearing that same cheeky smile as two days ago at the med center. 

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Sofi watched Thire pull up in front of the shop. She found herself excited to surprise him with her favorite bookshop, rocking back on her heels. Giza must be in the back of the building; she hadn’t come out to say hello as she usually did. 

I wish I was as fat as the first time I thought I was fat, she thought, studying herself in the remaining window. At least her hair was clean today; it hung to her waist, shiny and black as deep space. And she wasn’t covered in someone else’s blood. Although Sofi was certain some man somewhere was into that. She shuddered and pulled herself out of her musings. Commander Thire was striding towards her in that blasted armor she’d told him not to wear. It seemed to her like it must be uncomfortable but boy did it do things for a man’s body.

“Hey there,” she greeted.

“Hey,” he replied, taking off his helmet. 

“Sofi,” she said, and stuck out her hand awkwardly. 

“Thire.” He gave her a firm handshake and looked her in the eye. The intensity she saw there made her stomach flip. 

“So I don’t have to call you Commander?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” he replied, with a touch of cheekiness himself. So he did have a sense of humor. Useful. 

They were interrupted by Giza’s voice, surprisingly rich and loud for such a tiny woman. Sofi thought Giza would greet her first, but to her surprise, the wrinkled Sullustan went straight for the man to her right.

“Commander Thire,” she tutted, “Have you finished my latest recommendation yet?” 

He ducked his head, embarrassed. 

“Not yet, Giza.” 

Reaching up, she pinched his cheek and Sofi stifled a laugh behind her hand. 

“It’s alright son, I know you Guard boys have been working night and day. But you’re almost to the best part!” Huge glittering eyes looked from Thire to Sofi and back, obviously putting two and two together. She crossed her chubby arms and looked to Sofi.

“So how did you two meet?”

“Oh, I told him that his armor would look better on my floor. He took the bait,” she said, winking at Thire. He looked away.

Giza just laughed. “That’s my Sofi alright. Watch out, Commander, she’s a wild one.” 

Sofi rolled her eyes.

“This place was supposed to be a surprise, but it seems that you and the Commander have already met.”

“Oh, yes,” Gizareplied, “he helped me after those boys broke my window a few weeks ago.” 

It made sense. The Coruscant Guard and a few other clone battalions were helping the absolutely incompetent and corrupt Coruscant police with the uptick in crime. He could’ve just taken a report and been on his way, but by the way Giza was doting on him, he must have helped a lot more than that. 

“How wholesome of him.” 

“I’m right here,” he said, nudging Giza good-naturedly. 

“We know, son.” 

“Shall we?” Sofi began. She was eager to start browsing. He gestured for her to enter first, his soft bootfalls telling her he was close behind. 

The shop was tight, packed to the brim with shelves of aged books. Thire seemed nervous, embarrassed even, and all it did was endear him to her. Or maybe it was the fact that Giza seemed to love him. She wasn’t this warm with everyone. 

They started to browse, close together in the tight shelving. Pulling one off the shelf, she opened it reverently, put her face close to the pages and inhaled. He was watching her, she could feel it. Sofi didn’t mind. 

“What?” she asked, eyeing him over the top of the pages.

“What are you doing?” His eyes narrowed.

“You’ve never smelled an old flimsi book before?”

“Uh...no.”

“Try it.” She smiled softly at him, trying to get him to trust her, nodding a little.

A skeptical look passed over his handsome face, but he lowered his head to the book he was holding and took a long sniff. Warm, wide brown eyes closed for a moment and then met hers again.

“Smells like...dust.” He shut the book with a laugh.

“Rude,” she retorted and made a face at him, “It’s a thing!” 

That earned her a wide smile before he continued browsing, edging toward the Romance section. It was kind of adorable, even if it wasn’t her genre of choice. 

Tinkling noises came from the back of the shop, followed by a kettle whistling. She could kill for some tea right now, just a little hit of energy and warmth to go with her book. Somehow she’d restrained herself to just one. The Testaments. Feminist lit. Sofi tended not to branch out in her choices. Just as she was about to peek over at Thire’s pick, Giza emerged from the back with a tray of cups and a large onyx teapot. The woman set it on a small table tucked into the back corner of the room and beckoned them over. Sofi and Thire exchanged a look before making their way to the small table. Sofi chuckled internally, she wasn’t sure how the Commander was going to fit at the tiny table, which was made for someone approximately a quarter of his size. 

“Sit!” she motioned for them to be seated at the petite table and chairs.

With as much grace as the tall man could muster, he sank down the the floor and rested, cross-legged by the table. Sofi folded her long limbs as best she could into the small chair next to Giza’s. She leaned over to see the book he’d picked in his lap. 

“Talk!” she exclaimed, and waddled into the back of the shop.

Neither of them could contain their laughter at this point, and it sputtered out of both of them for a few moments before it got quiet again. 

“So what do you like to do besides reading and propositioning strangers in uniform?” Sofi felt her eyes widen a bit. Bold, but she could give as good as she got. 

“Drink!” they heard, muffled, from wherever Giza was buried in the back rooms.

“I’m not a big tea person,” he said, eyeing the pot and cups warily. She reached for the pot and poured three cups, assuming Giza would be back to meddle some more in a few minutes, and took a sip from hers.

“Well Giza isn’t going to let you out of here without trying it.” He made a little hmmph-ing noise but reached for his cup anyway. 

“Better than stims, I guess.” 

It….wasn’t good. Thire met her eyes over their cups, a concerned look in his eye. It was obvious he agreed with her assessment. She’d never tasted tea that tasted like straight smoke before. Sofi wondered if Giza had accidentally burned it. Giza breezed by with a stack of books in her arms.

“You like the tea? Traditional Sullustan.” 

Sofi and Thire nodded and made affirmative noises in unison. It seemed like they were both polite to a fault. Walking back, she smiled a conspiratorial smile at Sofi. Oh no.

“On Sullust we have matchmakers. They always serve albenda. Good for … how do you say? Stamina.” And walked away, as if discussing performance in the sack was normal first date conversation.

Thire immediately started loudly coughing, gently setting his cup back on the table with a clink. At that moment, his comm beeped, as if on cue. He looked incredibly relieved. 

“I’m sorry, miss. I have to go.” 

“I understand,” she said, “But don’t call me miss. I’m not twelve.” 

“Sorry,” he paused, “Sofi.” 

They walked out of the shop after their hasty goodbye to the meddling Sullustan. Sofi paid for the books before Thire could even try.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asked.

“I’m just down the street, but thanks anyway.” He looked around, as if trying to spot her place, soaking in the neighborhood. “Before you leave, I have an idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. 

“I’ll take your book and you take mine. Branch out a little bit?” 

“Hmm. Okay.” They switched books and he held his under his plastoid arm. 

“Can I comm you again?” she asked. 

“Sure,” he replied, “but no tea next time.” 

“Agreed,” she said, with a small laugh. 

They were close and he was looking down at her. Not expectantly, as she would have thought. His face was just open, relaxed, almost happy looking. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and he stiffened minutely, mouth a tiny bit open as she pulled away, the tiniest bit of stubble scratching against her skin. 

“See you soon,” she shot over her shoulder, and walked back towards her apartment. Their date had been cut short, but she’d learned plenty about Commander Thire. 

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Never thought twice

A/N: hey guys it’s been awhile. College is killing me lmao. Anyways I hope you enjoy! if anyone has any requests feel free to send them in! 

summary; after Eddie overhears a comment from his coworker, he starts to doubt that he shows his affection for Richie enough.

Eddie had never really given much thought to the way he acted around Richie. They had met so early on in life, that dealing with Richie was just like breathing. He loved all his interactions with Richie, though he could sometimes be a bit much. Back before they started dating, when they were just friends, no- best friends, all they ever did was bicker.

Eddie quite liked the way were around each other, and so even when they changed their relationship to more than friends, it didn’t have an impact on their conversations, and the way they talked to each other.

He never thought twice about how Richie would feel about that. At least he didn’t, until Eddie overheard his coworker jokingly saying to one of her friends that it didn’t seem like him and Richie were a couple. In fact, she had compared their relationship to a train wreck just waiting to happen. She went in great detail about how Eddie never seemed to be affectionate around Richie, and it seemed like he was repulsed by his touch.

Logically, Eddie knew that his coworker was just a gossiper. But that didn’t stop his mind from repeating the words over and over again in his head like a broken record, just like the words of his mom stuck to the edges of his brain, refusing to disappear.

Eddie realized that he wasn’t very touchy feeling with Richie. It just wasn’t his personality. It was Richie’s personality though, and he showed it plenty.

He showed it by constantly touching Eddie in any shape way or form. It wasn’t like Eddie didn’t love it when Richie reached out and grabbed his hands, or when he would randomly stop in the middle of his sentences to reach down and kiss Eddie. It was just that Eddie never initiated these things. He waited until Richie did something, always following his lead when it came to intimacy. it was strange because in every other aspect Eddie had no problem taking matters into his own hands. Richie had helped with that. He felt safe with Richie, and he knew Richie would never ever intentionally or not hurt him. Nevertheless, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about intimacy or his problem with initiating it.

Sofie, the coworker he overheard, knew nothing about Richie and his relationship. Richie loved him, just as much as Eddie loved him. There was no question, not even an inkling of doubt in Eddie’s mind that both of them were smitten for each other. But, as Beverly had once told him after a night of going to town with alcohol bought in the cheap liquor store when they were teenagers, Richie would do and drop everything in a heartbeat for Eddie.

If Eddie said that Richie had to eat stuff of the floor, he wouldn’t even pause. Which just- Eddie shuddered even having to think about doing that. He knew Richie was infuriated with him, and he was afraid, especially after hearing the gossip Sofie had so lovingly spread, that he loved Eddie too much.

He would die for Richie, he had thought about that for a long time and sometimes it scared him. How confidently he could say that, without thinking twice. Despite that, he didn’t think he could ever kiss more than just a peck in public, or would be able to go to fan events with Richie. Which, in all honesty, made him feel like a horrible boyfriend.

Richie was famous, but Eddie couldn’t go with him to his Emmy nomination. He tried, desperately, but he had a panic attack in the car and Richie had almost missed the ceremony because of it. He didn’t try and go again.

Richie, of course, didn’t care about any of this. Or he at the very least didn’t show it. Eddie came to the frightening realization that, though Richie had never voiced his complains about how Eddie behaved around him, he never actually told Eddie he liked whatever they had going.

It had been a week since Eddie had heard that comment, and it was still in the front of his mind. He was acting weird around Richie now, unable to hide anything from the man he had loved since he first understood what the concept of real love was like. When he was a little kid, the manipulation his mom put him through was enough to made him think that love equaled rough touches, doctor checkups and taking someone to the doctor for a paper cut.

So needless to say that it took a while for Eddie to comprehend that he loved Richie. Richie was getting concerned, his nervous ticks showing up again. He stuffed his hands in his pockets if he was getting anxious, and he would spend an overwhelming amount of time trying to brush out the knots in his hair. It was Eddie’s favorite thing to do for his boyfriend, and it hurt him to see Richie being so violent with his hair. It didn’t hurt as much as it gutted Eddie to see Richie getting more and more swallowed up by his anxiety. He knew a conversation was going to come up eventually.

He just didn’t think he was ready for it. Eddie had always been a coward, and even more so now. He loved him so much, and he knew that Richie deserved better, but he was also selfish. If Richie wanted to break up with him, than Eddie was going to drag it out as long as possible. When Eddie finally made it home from his job the following day with a long sigh, Richie was waiting for him in the living room. Thanks to his job, Richie was home almost constantly, and though some people might find that annoying, Eddie loved it. Instantly, Eddie’s already relaxing body tensed up again. The look Richie shot him was one of worry, and Eddie panicked internally.

He tried to smile, but it clearly didn’t meet his eyes, as Richie just raised an eyebrow in return. Shrugging his jacket of his shoulders, Eddie turned with his back towards Richie, taking deep breaths while hanging up his coat.

‘Eds’, Richie started, and even though tilt had only been a few hours, Eddie had missed his voice so much. He surely didn’t tell him as much as he should.

‘Hey baby, how was your day?’ Eddie responded, trying to keep his voice light. He almost winced. He never really used a nickname on Richie, except for Rich and trashmouth. He felt dread settle in. It wouldn’t surprise him if Richie wanted out of their relationship, Eddie had been nothing but selfish.

When he turned around, he saw Richie’s scrunched up face. He looked like he was trying to figure something out, and he was trying to stay serious, but it wasn’t long before he bursted out laughing. Eddie deflated a bit, his first attempt wasn’t going great so what? ‘Shut up asshole’, Eddie said, instantly wanting to knock himself over the head. He was such an idiot. Richie only laughed harder, whipping literal tears away. ‘Baby’, he repeated, still chuckling. Eddie couldn’t help but grin back at him, unable to stop himself when he saw Richie’s face light up.  

After Richie had finally finished laughing, Eddie reached forward to give him a kiss, which is what he usually did right after getting home. Richie turned serious again, reaching for Eddie’s hand when he went to pull away. ‘Hey Eds’, he started. Eddie opened his mouth, his lips already forming the words to his standardized sentence like a reflex, before slamming it shut with an audible click. He really needed to practice being nicer to Richie. He never meant anything with cruel intentions, when he called Richie trashmouth he meant it in a loving sort of way. He had assumed Richie knew that, but lately he wasn’t so sure. 

Richie looked taken aback when Eddie didn’t correct him on ‘Eds’, but chose to ignore that in spite of the feeling of fear forming a ball in his stomach. ‘Are you okay?’ Richie finished, his eyes question, pushing the glasses further on his face. Eddie nodded, smiling a lot him a little wider than he usually would. ‘Yeah babe, everything was fine. You know normal boring stuff at work. The kind you don’t want hear about. How was your day?’

Richie had a questioning look featured in his face, yet he seemed to come to the conclusion that Eddie wasn’t going to tell him what was up.

‘It was good, I worked some more on jokes for my next segment, do you wanna hear them?’

Eddie nodded enthusiastically, and this time it wasn’t forced or anything he had to think about. Though he would often pretend to be disgusted by the words coming out of the comedians mouth about their relationship, in reality he found it hilarious.

He often made fun of Richie’s jokes though, taunting him whatever line he came up with. Richie always laughed when Eddie roasted him, including those roast during his performances as well. Eddie didn’t feel like roasting his boyfriend now though.

Richie turned excitedly towards his laptop. He had slammed it shut when Eddie came in, and was now opening it again. As he did he absentmindedly scooched closer to where Eddie was sitting, causing their bodies to touch as much as possible.

Eddie’s heart soared, he loved this man so much. He never thought he’d have the courage to admit it, but after almost dying, thankfully pulling through at the last minute, he wasn’t going to spend another second on running away from the things he wanted.

‘I was wondering if we could order take out’, Richie commented offhandedly, still trying to open the document he had been working on. Eddie glanced at the calendar, hanging next to the giant clock they had in their living room, and saw that it was a Tuesday. Tuesdays were usually reserved for Eddie to cook.

On Tuesday, Friday and Sunday Eddie prepared meals, the other days of the week Richie takes care of whatever meal he had in mind. Eddie had been fine with scrambling a meal together every night, but he often tried doing making something healthy to balance the junk they ate when it was Richie’s turn. In other words, on Tuesday, Friday and Sunday they ate stuff Richie would never in his life had considered eating before Eddie.

He never complained about the meals he had to eat, probably because Eddie would throw a fit if he didn’t have vegetables at least twice a week. But that didn’t mean that he actually liked them. Eddie must have waited too long, because Richie looked up from his screen to follow his gaze.

‘oh shit sorry Spaghetti, I thought we were Wednesday today, what do you plan on making?’

Richie had said it casually, and he probably didn’t mean anything more than he said, but Eddie wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t overthink everything. He laughed, though it sounded like he was starting to go crazy.

‘No it’s fine, what would you like? Do you want Chinese? Or do you want some pizza? Hold on I’ll call them’, Eddie rushed out, jumping up to get his phone from his pocket.

Richie watched him go, explaining that he didn’t need to order food and that he was just as happy eating whatever Eddie chose to make, but Eddie was to busy rushing to the phone to pay attention to what Richie was saying. As the night went on and Eddie not once roasted Richie, even on stuff that Richie had set up to be roasted, he got even more worried.

Over the next week, things got strained between the two lovers. Richie had no idea how to feel or think about the change in Eddie’s behavior. It was a vicious cycle they had fallen under. Eddie would be way more touching then he usually watch, Richie would find it weird and hold back on his part, touching him less and less, which caused Eddie to panic and made him hang off Richie even more.

Finally, Richie had had enough. Richie had asked Eddie to go to a restaurant with him, so he had no choice but to listen to whatever Richie had to say. Eddie had tried avoiding having an actual conversation with Richie, he knew that he was being weird towards his boyfriend, but he loved Richie too much to lose him.

He didn’t really have a choice though, he had missed having actual conversation with Richie. He really missed bickering with Richie too if he was being honest with himself, it’s what made their relationship interesting, and it was how it had always been between the two of them.

When Eddie and Richie got to the restaurant, a small Italian place where they had their first date, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them. Eddie had tried, during their ride, to start up a conversation, but a tense gaze from Richie told him that a pet name, was not going to make the conversation better at all.

They ordered their standard meals, dividing wine between them and stole glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking The silence was finally broken when a woman came up to Richie and asked for a picture, her hands lingering a little too long on one of Richie’s shoulder.

Eddie felt his face flush. When he was still married to Myra, he had never been a jealous person. He couldn’t care less about who had eyes for her, and if a guy had showed up and asked Myra to date him, Eddie was sure he wouldn’t have even stopped him.

Since starting to date Richie though, he couldn’t help but feel at all the attention Richie constantly received. Being famous meant that a lot of people knew who Richie was, so he never had  When she finally left, after telling Richie how amazing he was and how he was so perfect Eddie felt like he was about to explode. He took his wine glass in hand, grumbling under his breath.

Richie, who knew damn well that the lady had been flirting with him but didn’t care because he only has eyes for Eddie, turned to him with a smirk. ‘Why can she do that so easily but I can’t’, Eddie mumbled under his breath, not intending for Richie to hear him, but he did.

Richie’s smirk fell of his face. He reached his hand across the table, clasping Eddie’s hand in his. ‘You alright there Spaghetti-O’?

When Eddie did nothing but nod, Richie squeezed his hand. He waited until Eddie locked eyes with him, before trying again.

‘Are you finally ready to tell me what’s going on? Why you’ve been acting so weird?’ Richie had been wondering for days if he did something to upset Eddie. If he did something wrong and Eddie was ghosting him in some way, though he knew Eddie would never do that. If eddie was mad, he’d respond to that right away, not just dropping hints, but going straight for the throat.

Embarrassingly to Eddie, his eyes started welling up with tears. He did his best to try and coil them away, but it didn’t help much, especially not when Richie’s own eyes welled up with tears. Richie had always been a sympathetic crier.

‘Eds’, Richie tried, but he was interrupted by Eddie. All the weeks frustration and annoyance was finally coming out.

‘I just don’t understand why it’s so easy for other people to be so affectionate. I tried so hard but I can’t help that you’re a dumbass sometimes and I like to make fun of you. I hate that my stupid colleague is making me doubt everything about us. Tell me Rich are you unhappy?’

Before Richie has the chance to answer, Eddie is already raging trough.

‘I know you love to touch and I love that you do that. I love you, but I just don’t think that’s me. I tried so hard, and all it got us was awkward silence. I love how we bicker, I love how that’s perfectly us, but I hate that I’m making it seem like I don’t like you. I’ve always liked, ever since we were kids And you love me so perfectly, you’re able to do all these affectionate things and I don’t even have a nickname for you or anything. I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry. I’m trying my best to change all that but I can’t make it better in just a week so please, please give me another chance.’ Eddie didn’t dare to look up at Richie, scared of what he’s reaction might be.

Richie started giggling, actually giggling. ‘Are you fucking giggling right now asshole?’ Eddie asked, his voice tinged with a sharp edge.

Richie smiled at him, tightening their finger together. ‘I missed you calling me an asshole Eds.’ Richie said, shaking his head fondly.

‘You think I love you perfectly? I think you love me just fine, Eddie spaghetti. You’re absolutely right, I touch you way more than you do to me, I know exactly what you like because your mother loved all those things too.’ Eddie snorted, trying to cover it up by coughing.

‘But that doesn’t mean I love you more than you love me. You show me you love me just as much, just in different ways. You make sure I eat healthy by cooking three times a week even after all the hard work you did during the day. You listen to my jokes and give me honest opinions about what I should keep and what I should change. I wouldn’t change anything about the way you insult me, because I know you love me. I know you don’t do it to hurt me, so I’m not hurt at all.’

‘You’re amazing Eds, I can’t believe you don’t know that. Should I tell you more often, baby?’ He spoke, teasing Eddie about him calling Richie ‘baby’ all week.

Eddie snorted once more, he hated that sound, but Richie absolutely adored it. Still, he was nothing but sincere when he said ‘thank you’, to Richie.

‘So does that mean I can finally start being mean to you again? Because seriously who picked that outfit? It looks like someone set it on fire.’

Richie’s loud uninhibited laugh rang through the entire restaurant, but Eddie didn’t care one bit.

‘Sure thing Eds.’

‘Don’t fucking call me that.’

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 52: Fog of War

Chapters: 52/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Getting There) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Give Them A Piece Of Your Mind, Did I Foreshadow Well Enough?, I Might Not Have Forshadowed Well Enough, Loki Does An Oopsie, Shut Up Todd, Girl Get Your Snuggle On

No plan lasts past the first engagement with the enemy.

Loki was tempted just to let the camps burn. Maybe then, there would be fewer interruptions to his sleep!

It wasn't just that. He was simply grumpy about being torn away from that informative dream, and also from you.

You had been sleeping so comfortably in his arms, lain out on his fluffy rug like it was completely natural, and he'd been forced to leave you! That was so irritating!

And out here, in the twilight of midnight, there were humans running to and fro, fighting each other, screaming. There were tents burning, and flaming bottles flying through the air.

All the einherjar, save for the gate guards, were out here, Brunnhilde and the older valkyries, Heimdall,  Ullr, and Gefjon directing the troops into a defensive wall between the attacking humans, Gna and Gersemi leading the emergency healers into the camps to retrieve injured humans, and the rest of Frigga's former handmaidens breaking up smaller brawls.

Loki and Thor headed to the thickest knot of activity, finding a large group of furious humans lobbing burning bottles at the believer's camp. The camp contained many reconstructionists, and there were enough shields, pans, and pot lids to create a shield wall. Every now and then, someone tossed some object over the wall, but for the most part, the faithful were on the defensive.

“They have to run out of bottles some time!” Someone shouted. “Keep Frit gathering the fire!”

“I don't know if he can hold much more!”

“Would have been nice to know about this before!”

“Just hold the wall!”

Though the wall was mostly wooden shields, they didn't burn. Every time one of the fiery missiles smashed against them, the fire disappeared, as if sucked away somewhere else. The attackers continued throwing, undeterred by the failure of their improvised firebombs.

“Make a space!” Someone shouted. “Let him through, let him through!”

An opening appeared in the shield wall and the worm from the camp-Fritjof-barreled through. His arms were wreathed in flame, all the way to his shoulders, and his eyes blazed with it. He aimed both flaming arms at the attacking campers, the fire rolling out in a blast that scattered most of them.

An Aesir! Loki gaped in surprise. The irreverent cur was an Aesir!

The aggressors regrouped quickly, rallying around two who were wrangling a strange weapon, aiming it at the new Aesir. Loki recognized the weapon. He'd used one before.

That was a Chitauri cannon.

Loki flung himself at Fritjof, throwing the fiery human out of the way, putting himself directly in the path of the cannon blast.

It lifted him off his feet, smashing him right through the shield wall. His foes flowed through the breach and fell upon Loki, tearing at his hair, gouging his face, but strangely, not trying to land any killing, or even disabling blows. The defending camp, with their splintered shields and bent pot lids, began to converge, while the cannon-bearers picked themselves back up and took aim again. The attackers scattered back through the broken wall to get out of the way.

Loki sat up, aiming Gungnir.

Thor, who had been helping defend the shattered shield wall, noticed and shouted.

“No, Loki!”

Gungnir's beam sliced through the cannon, splitting it in two. Loki gave his brother a smug look. He hadn't harmed the humans, and he hadn't even intended to.

The power mechanism within the cannon overloaded upon contact with the air, exploding in a concussive burst of blinding light. It flattened Loki, Thor, and the shield wall, blinding and deafening all.

Loki lay dazed, blinking dancing lights from his vision, loud ringing in his ears.

One of Frigga's former handmaidens-Sjofn-rushed to his side, but he pushed her away, shaking his head as he sat up, gesturing to the prone humans all around. They would be hurt far worse than him.

He struggled to his feet, Thor doing the same, gazing out over what had become the battle field. The cannon-bearers weren't there. At all. There was no debris, no remains. They had been completely vaporized. The human aggressors who had rallied to them lay strewn over the ground, some not showing any signs of life.

Damn. Damn! He hadn't meant for that to happen! He hadn't intended for anyone to die!

The camps were still burning, but the fighting had died down, the explosion a climax that stunned everyone involved. Little pockets of aggression were either surrounded and detained by einherjar, or disappeared into the chaos, not to be found. Everyone else was gathering up the injured, and herding all the remaining humans into the city, or forming bucket lines to put out the fires.

Thor placed his hand on Loki's shoulder. He startled, locking eyes with his brother.

“That wasn't supposed to happen!” He exclaimed in shame. “I didn't mean for that to happen! I deliberately tried to avoid killing anybody!”

“I know.” Thor said in the face of his brother's distress. “You saved that boy. You wanted to help them.”

“It's the same as always.” Loki said brokenly. “I wanted to do right for them, and then...this.”

“Let's go inside, Loki.” Thor said, wrapping a supporting arm around his shoulders, leading him towards the gates. “Go inside and get changed. Bathe. Get something to eat. Go to the embrace of your little love. She must be worried about you.”

“Wait, no!” Loki exclaimed. “I can't-I killed more humans! They're dead because of me! I can't go to her, I've-I've failed her! I don't deserve to...”

“Loki, come back to me. Come back. We will need you tonight. Get a short rest, find respite, get yourself together. We are taking the camps into the city, and will need to find a place to house them temporarily. We will need more hands to aid the injured. We will need you to help direct all this. We need you, Loki.”

“Right...” Loki whispered, taking deep breaths. “Right. Right. We need to get organized. Right.”

He straightened up, walked out from under Thor's arm, and headed to the front of the human migration into the city.

“Sequester the prisoners within the nearest guardhouse.” He commanded. “You won't need as many people to guard them that way. Keep the bucket lines out here after the fires are out, to make sure there is no looting. Get all of the badly injured to the healing wing. Humans of Trolekaerhalla to the throne room, humans of the protest camp to the banquet room. I will have no more humans fighting humans tonight.”

“Hey, it was those militants that attacked, not us!” A human from the protest camp yelled.

“Silence.” Loki commanded, and the human obeyed. “Now, everybody in their respective lines, injured first. Go!”

Everyone obeyed.

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You threw on your blue cloak, and followed Andsvarr, and the messenger that had been sent for you. Humans had been brought into Asgard. Everything was in an uproar: the healing wing was more full than it had ever been, over a hundred humans from the camps had been stuffed into the throne room and banquet hall respectively, guards, aides, and servants were hurrying willy-nilly through the halls. Piles of blankets, carts of food and water, and baskets of first aid supplies were being rushed to the human's new camping grounds.

You too, were being rushed to the camper's aid, the rationale being that you might help to calm the distressed humans, and bolster their morale-and their cooperation.

You were led to the throne room first, where the people of the believer's camp had been based. The messenger left you then, but Andsvarr stayed glued to your side, ushering you up the dais, towards the throne. You were relieved to notice that the humans of the camp were respectful enough that they hadn't approached the throne; you feared that if the protesters had been installed in here, they'd be sitting in it.

As it was, it gave you the room to get up above everyone a bit, so you could address the crowd.

“Everyone!” You called, and everyone who wasn't distributing supplies turned to face you.

“Everyone who can understand English, please translate for those who can't. I need to speak with you. Now, I'm told you were attacked without provocation, and your tents set on fire. You've been brought here temporarily while the fires are put out.”

You paused to allow for translation. Out in the crowd, you spotted Sofie handing over a blanket at about the same time she saw you. She and another woman, with black hair and beautiful fur clothing, began shouldering through the crowd towards you.

“Einherjar will be patrolling the area to prevent looting, and also to seek out anyone who might have run away from the fighting, and is trying to return. It won't be safe out there for tonight, but I think that you'll be allowed back out to grab your things tomorrow.

I don't know how many tents are intact. You might have to stay here for a little while, but that's okay, we'll take care of you.”

“My seidkona!” Someone cried. Even the camp knew? “There were injured people. Do you know where they are?”

“They'll be in the healing wing.” You said. “I've been there before. The doctors here are very competent. Once they are safe, they'll probably be brought back here.”

Sofie called your name, finally making it to the front of the dais. The woman who was with her grasped your hand in both of hers.

“Please.” She said. “Fritjof is missing. You know him. Do you know where he is?”

Fritjof? That jerk who had manhandled you out in the camp?

“I don't know. I'm sorry. If he's with the healers, they'll send him back here once they finish patching him up. If he's still outside, and hasn't run off-”

The black-haired woman shook her head. “He wouldn't run.”

“Then the einherjar should find him, and he'll be brought here. Asgard will take care of him. They'll take care of anyone they find, so don't worry.”

“But what if he died?”

“I...haven't been informed of any deaths...” You said slowly.

A man cleared his throat. “There were casualties. I saw them.”

“Damn. Well, we'll do what people normally do in that case. Identify them, contact next of kin, take care of them.”

Once the woman had released your hands, others came forward to grasp them, or your cloak, or to simply reach out and lightly brush you with their fingers. Soon, it seemed like the whole camp had surrounded you, each one simply wanting to touch you reverently, murmuring your title.

It was monumentally uncomfortable. You had suddenly become an object of worship. Even Andsvarr was subjected to the laying on of hands, though he remained admirably stoic about it.

“Are you a god?” Someone asked him.

“No. I am a guard.” He answered. “I protect the seidkona.”

Several people blessed him for that, and you had the feeling his face was rapidly growing as hot as yours felt.

“Where will we live?” Someone else asked. “A lot of tents were completely destroyed. Likely most of our belongings too. Some of us don't have the money for new tents, and I don't know that everyone else has room for all the people who lost out.”

“Well, um, on that subject I have some good news.” You said, trying to wiggle away from all the outstretched hands without making it obvious that you were. “Asgard has been in talks about building permanent structures for your settlement. I think they're called longhouses? They would be available for any of you to live in, if you wanted to, and could be added on to if more people come. It would be your choice to live there or not, but they would be available. It was Loki's idea.”

“Praise Loki!” Someone cried.

“Skål!” Someone else shouted, echoed around the room by dozens of voices.

“You will probably need to help with building them.” You warned. “Most of Asgard's construction workers are tied up with working on the city. But if we all work hard together, we can probably get them built before winter comes.”

Pledges and cheers went up around the room, and by the time you left, both you and Andsvarr had been decorated with small gifts, despite your protests.

You were almost happy to escape, except that now you had to go address the protest camp, and you didn't think things would be so friendly with them.

                                                                           *****

Silence reigned when you entered the banquet hall, though it was not the respectful, expectant silence of the faithful. This was cold silence and cold expressions, reserved for people who had intruded where they didn't belong. Stacks of blankets and supplies lay on the tables and against the walls, untouched.

Andsvarr helped you up onto a chair.

“Alright, everyone.” You said. You knew all of these people were American, you knew they could understand you. “Do any of you know what happened out there? Like, what started this?”

No one said anything.

“There's Asgardians out there right now, putting out fires and protecting your stuff from getting stolen, but it won't do a lick of good if you just get attacked again. What happened?”

For a few moments, there was simply more cold silence. Then Todd spoke up from the back. He alone had taken some bandages, and was wrapping his swollen wrist.

“It was the militant camp. You know about them, right? That they're different from us?”

You groaned internally. Of course Todd was the only one who felt comfortable talking to you. Of course it was the one person you didn't want to talk to!

But whatever, at least someone was talking, and Andsvarr was right there. You'd be fine.

“What I know is that neither your camp, or theirs, has really wanted to talk to me all that much, so I haven't been appraised of the differences between you. Can you elaborate?”

Todd paused to regard you with a touch of confusion. Your speech patterns had changed since the days when you were under his thumb. When you were with him, he had tried to convince you that you were 'Sweet, but not all that smart', and you had started reading a whole lot more after you had left him.

“Uh, well, they have a lot of weapons, for one thing.” He said. “Knives, and molotovs, and I swear I saw a machete. We don't have anything like that. Well, we had knives, for everyday stuff, setting up tents, you know? They took those away though.”

“We'll never see them again.” a woman grumbled.

“They're not gonna keep your stuff.” You said. “It's just so that nobody stabs anybody else.”

“You don't give a captive enemy their weapons back.”

“You're not captives, and you're not their enemy. You're just-”

“Their our enemies! Earth's enemies!” There was a low rumbling of approval.

“How?” You asked. “How are they enemies?”

“Loki-”

“No, not Loki!” You snapped. “There are over three thousand people out there, and only one of them is Loki! How have any of the rest of these people caused you any problems? The soldiers who ran out there and put themselves between you and danger? The helpers who brought you blankets and food? The doctors, who are helping your injured? The children? That is who these people are! Not one man who has wronged us, but thousands of people!”

“They're going to become trouble.” She insisted. “They're too different, and they already have a war criminal among them!”

You crossed your arms. “You're one of those assholes who didn't want to let any of the Sokovian refugees into the States because some of them might be criminals, aren't you?” She backed off, beet red in the face. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

“H-how do you think you can talk like that to me!”

“You guys carried around signs with my face crossed out when I was going off to testify against a murderer who attempted to assassinate me. I don't need to be polite to you.”

“Look, if he was just a regular criminal, we wouldn't be making such a fuss...” Someone else cut in. “But this guy invaded. He brought an army. He attacked an entire city, a major metropolitan center! He was trying to conquer us! We're not gonna forgive him overnight! Or ever, probably.”

“And nobody expects you to! I sure don't.” You answered. “But he's one guy, in an entire species of people; you can't judge them all by the actions of one man.”

“I think the major problem here is that this 'one guy' is a ruler of Asgard.” Todd chimed back in. “So, I get where you're coming from, but all the people here are under his leadership. He controls policy, he can order them to do things. He has influence over them. And it's just really frustrating that Thor refuses to turn him over to justice, while his people fawn over him and he sits in the lap of luxury.”

“We put him in prison, you know.” Andsvarr said. People recoiled from him in surprise and fear.

“He can talk?” Todd exclaimed. You gave him a disgusted look. “English, I mean. He can understand what we're saying?”

“Of course I can. I learned for the seidkona's benefit.” Andsvarr said proudly. “Many people are learning English now. But I think you miss the point. Prince or not, we made him face justice for what he did here. When Allfather Thor brought him back to Asgard, he was sent to prison. There was no place on this planet that could have held him.

I do not know what would have eventually befallen him there, because, just as his highness invaded your world, so too was our world invaded. The Allmother was killed in that attack, while protecting a human.

The prince escaped somehow, but instead of running away to safety, he also protected that human, and all the people of all the realms, and he was willing to give his life to do so.”

“But he's still alive.” Someone pointed out.

“Yes, but he didn't know he would be. He thought he was dead, but he did it anyway. I know his highness shows different faces to different people, but if you ask me for the measure of a man, I cannot give you any better than that.”

No few people seemed to be considering what Andsvarr had said, and you couldn't help but wonder how many people where here for real anti-Asgardian conviction, and how many were just curious.

“All right, but why should we believe you? You work for him. And you could have just been fed a bunch of propaganda.”

“I could have.” Andsvarr said. “But I stand outside his room every day, and was specially assigned to see to the safety of the seidkona. She came to us sick and vulnerable, and I have seen her grow strong under his care. When others trouble her, he does his best to protect and comfort her. He takes an interest in her health and happiness. Why would he do this, if she was just a victim? Why would he put in so much effort, if he did not care?”

“And I tried to tell you all this before, but you didn't seem to hear me.” You said. Yes, you were scolding now, but it was the middle of the 'night', you had been pulled out of an informative dream, and pulled out of the arms of the man you were rapidly falling more and more for. You'd had to allow that same man out into battle, so you'd had to worry about him, and Sofie, and all of the other people outside, and now you were expected to address those people as if you were some kind of authority, and they weren't having it. You were tired, you were stressed, you were grumpy, and you were just done with it all.

“Frankly, I'm completely over all this bullshit. You guys don't have to stay, and you don't have to leave. You don't have to forgive Loki, and you don't have to give a shit about me. You don't have to use the blankets. You don't have to like anyone here. But you damn well better behave while you're in someone else's house, you hear me? And that means while you are outside too, because Iceland isn't gonna deal with your barnyard manners either. Figure out what you're really here for, then act accordingly. I'm out.”

You hopped of the chair, pushed past Todd, and stormed out of the room. Stomping down the hall, you reflected that you probably should have put more effort into professionalism and diplomacy. Acting like that would have gotten you fired at your old job. But you were extremely cranky, and were you even considered 'on the clock' right now? Or did you now have one of those jobs were you were technically never off?

When Andsvarr got you back to your room, you noticed Loki's door was open, and you could see the firelight flickering down the hallway. You peeked your head in to see him standing near the fire, still in his armor, wringing his hands.

“Loki?” He started, whirling to face you.

“They told me you went to see the camps?” He asked, trying to fake composure. You could see it in the tightness around his eyes, the set of his narrow lips.

“Yeah. I was supposed to calm them down. Don't think I really did.” You reached up and removed his helmet, letting his hair fall around his face. He inclined his head a little, silently, to allow you.

You placed the heavy helmet next to a ewer of liquid, on the dresser beside his large bed. Then you poured him a drink from it, and handed it over. He took a sip, watching you as you searched out the release clasps for his cape.

“I told Trolekaerhalla about the longhouses, and they are very excited. I think you've made some friends there. I saw Sofie too, and I think she's recording everything, so I hope that's okay. I got pretty snippy with the protester's camp, but they were rude, and Todd was there, so I eventually just told them to sort themselves out, and left.”

You lay the thick cape over the back of one of his plush chairs, then took him by the wrist, turned his hand palm up, and began to unfasten his bracer.

Piece by piece, you divested him of the trappings of war, a ritual flaying of his protective skins, leaving him in his leather trousers, and a shirt of quilted green silk. He looked like a raw emerald crystal; beautiful and precious.

Still quiet, he rubbed his hands up and down your shoulders, slowly leading you to sit down on the bed, then took a place at your feet. He hugged you around your middle and lay his head in your lap.

So pleasant. You felt soft all over, warm and weirdly protective. This would have been even more wonderful, if Loki wasn't acting so apprehensive. It was like he was struggling to make himself say something he knew would upset you. In silence, you stroked his hair patiently, waiting until he was ready.

Long minutes passed with just the fire flickering, his breath, and the strength of his clinging arms.

“I made a mistake out there.” He murmured, breaking the comforting silence. “I killed people. I'm sorry.”

“Oh, Loki...” You breathed.

“I didn't mean to! I made every effort not to! But it still happened anyway. Norns, I tried...For you, I tried. For them...”

“Tell me what happened.” You cajoled gently. Looked like you were still 'on the clock' after all.

“Much happened, all at once. Battle is like that. I went to where the fighting looked its worst, and found the aggressors throwing makeshift firebombs at our faithful. They were defending themselves valiantly, and did you know? I think that wretch who mistreated you might be a human Aesir?”

“There are human Aesir?”

“Yes. At least, there have been, in the past. Their names have been passed down as legends and cultural heroes, but they existed, and still exist, if what I saw is any indication. He absorbed the fire thrown at his fellows, and directed it back at his attackers. But I lost him in the fray. I know not if he still lives.”

“He's not the one you killed?”

“Accidentally.” He insisted. “I swear. No. The aggressors had a Chitauri cannon. And they knew how to fire it. I could not allow them to do so a second time, so I destroyed the weapon. I thought only to disarm them, that they may be apprehended, and not harm anybody else, but I forgot that the Chitauri do not value their people as we do. Their weapons are designed to explode when sufficiently damaged. It's wielders died, and I don't know how many others as well.”

“Loki, That's really terrible, but I don't think you can really be blamed for it-”

“No, it is my fault. It was a stupid lapse in judgment, on my part. I have worked with Chitauri before, I should have remembered this. Now people are dead because my first thought was to destroy, rather than confiscate. They were humans, they could not match my strength. I could have just taken it away from them. Now I do not know what will happen. The government of Iceland will no doubt rapidly run out of patience with human deaths within their borders. This is a peaceful country, and I do not want Asgard to become associated with violence and murder here.

And that does not even take into account that these are your people, specifically. I'll be hearing even more from the American government soon, I know it. All the same threats, all the same demands, even more justified this time.”

“More justified? They were trying to kill people with a highly contraband weapon, who's justifying that? How did they even get a Chitauri weapon anyway? Chitauri stuff is super illegal to own, and they knew that. Everyone knows that!”

“You are not angry with me?” He gazed up anxiously from your lap. Your insides melted down into a warm puddle. Was he really so worried about that?

I tried for you, he had said.

“I'm not mad.” You assured him. “I'm disappointed that it came to that, and sad that it ended badly, even though you tried to avoid it. But I still say you're not to blame. I get where you're coming from when you say you should have known better, but that doesn't erase the fact that they brought an alien laser gun to fight against people with wooden shields and hatchets. And they ambushed them to boot! I'm saying that they had a bit more responsibility for their actions than you did. You went out there to defend; they went out there to murder. It's not the same thing.”

“You are very forgiving. Much more than I deserve.”

“I think it's that I'm not attached.”

He continued gazing up at you, as you continued stroking his hair. “Can you explain?”

“Well...” You thought about it. “I wasn't in New York when you attacked, or even for years afterward. I didn't know anybody in New York, and I didn't know anybody who knew anybody in New York. It might as well have been a world away. No personal connection. I was as dismayed as anyone else, but it didn't really reach me. Even when I went to visit, everything had already been rebuilt. I suppose if I came from there, I wouldn't be able to forgive you, but I was just so far removed from it all. I wonder if I should feel more strongly about it? But I just don't. I hope that's not too cruel. I only feel sad, not angry.”

“Will you tell me what you were doing that day?”

“Why do you want to know?” You remembered, of course. It had been an important day. It confirmed the truth of alien life. It brought superheroes fully into the public consciousness. But why would Loki care what you in particular were doing that day?

“It was important, wasn't it? It seemed so big, so important. But it turns out, there were billions of humans, like you, who weren't fighting. Who were simply going about their everyday business. I didn't even slow them down. Where were you? What were you doing? What were you thinking and feeling?”

He was feeling guilty! Actually guilty over what he had done. So far, Loki had expressed guilt through gifts and information, and you suddenly realized the core of his troubles with Earth.

It was that there was nothing to fix.

Everything had been rebuilt. Memorials had been created. Deaths had been mourned. There was nothing left for him to do. Nothing for him to give. No patronage he could offer. Humanity held its grudge, but it had also moved on.

Loki might genuinely want to help, but there was nowhere for him to aim his guilt-driven altruism. He'd hit upon something with the longhouse idea, but aside from building a whole second city for the faithful, there were only so many of those he could have made.

You leaned down to awkwardly hug him; he sighed and snuggled into your thighs.

“Well, I was at home, making yeast rolls. Tara called me, told me to turn on the radio, so I did. For the next couple of hours I just kept doing housework, and wondering what to do. Should I leave? Where would I go? I was scared, but I didn't have any kind of plan. There was nowhere to escape to, and the things I was hearing...they just didn't seem real. I watered my plants. I took a yeast roll, and I went for a long walk. I wanted a long reminder of my peaceful hometown, in case it all came tumbling down.”

There had been people on the road, heading west, getting out of town. You had just put on some bug spray and gone out walking. Memorizing the flowers at the verges of the cornfields, watching the grasshoppers jump, sweating under the sun. And when that sun started to set, when the cicadas began to buzz, when your phone showed you the outcome of the battle, you'd turned around and walked home, relieved, but confused.

You, like everyone, mostly just wanted to know why. And now you knew why. And it was huge! And it had to remain secret, forever. You had to keep that secret, like a jewel in a locked box; precious and important, and utterly forbidden.

“After it was all done, I came home, and called my dad, and ate dinner. Then I went to work the next day. My life was the same, but the world was different. You did have an impact, don't ever think you didn't. You were a household name. You opened our eyes. Yeah, we didn't like it at all, you did kill a lot of people, and you should feel bad about that. But you also revitalized our space programs, and reminded us that we are not the pinnacle of creation. I think we need that occasionally, I just wish it didn't have to be so murdery.”

“I can assure you, I have no intention to become so...'murdery' ever again.”

Loki released your waist, kneeling back on his heels. He left his hands resting on your hips.

“I wish that I could keep you from danger. I wish that I could have taken you back to Asgard, that you could have seen it, and me...all of us, in all our glory. I feel like a burden now, wherever I go.”

You leaned forward again, drawing him back into your embrace. You felt that he probably needed more hugs, and luckily for him, you had an endless supply.

“You look like a man, to me.” You said, resuming your hair stroking.

You plucked a lock forward.

“Say, did somebody cut your hair? You've got some missing here.”

“Oh. Yes.” He said. He had wriggled his way between your knees, to hug you better, and it was making your breath heavy. “I took the cannon blast because I did not think the faithful would be able to withstand it. My armor held, and I wasn't badly hurt, but the militants swarmed me while I was down. It seems like they couldn't find a way past my armor, so they just went after my face and hair, since that was all that was exposed.”

“Geez. I'm glad you're safe.”

“There was never any doubt. But your concern is...gratifying.”

You stifled a yawn, but he noticed.

“Yes, our sleep was rudely interrupted, wasn't it? Well, we should probably get back to it, shouldn't we?”

Loki led you back you your room, parting with you only reluctantly.

“I want you out there with me tomorrow, helping to oversee things. Please be prepared.”

You drew your curtains and went straight to bed, oddly excited.

[serenagaywaterford]

Cate fan here. Cate and Elise explained the focus on Sofie in The Guardian, and in the ABC article that asks "why is the cast so white" where they call Sofie as their "trojan horse". We fully trust Cate in handling this passion project, especially as she and Andrew, her husband, have experience with working on issues concerning refugees. This series also has the support of Rau's sister and the UNHCR. I believe they picked the best of all approaches given this project's long development period.

Good for you. “We fully trust”??? Wtf dude. Who’s “we”? Some Blanchett hivemind?Glad you PERSONALLY fully trust some actor you don’t even know (who names her son after a convicted paedophile, or just jokes about it. *shrug*). I don’t. Nor should I have to.

Why do I get messages like this every fucking time I post my own stupid opinions on this show?

Look, I am not a Cate Blanchett stan. And I especially don’t think everything any actor does is immediately blessed by God and can never, ever be criticized or have weaknesses. I literally said I am going to be patient and see how this show turns out. And me saying Sofie’s story is the least interesting is ONCE AGAIN not stating it is shit and should be erased! You people take everything so black and white. 

Here is a lesson for fans: not everything is an “all or nothing” situation. When I say Yvonne isn’t a great dancer, I am not saying she is fucking terrible and should never dance–which seems to be exactly what the lot of you heard last week based on the responses I got. I just said she isn’t the best ever at something that isn’t even her fucking job! FFS. I love Yvonne as an actress and think she’s absolutely fantastic, in Stateless and other shows. But that doesn’t mean I have to say she’s fucking fantastic at absolutely everything ever or else I lose my “cool fan” points. I don’t give a flying fuck what other people think about how much of a “true fan” I am.This week I say Sofie’s story is the least engaging and I get this random shit about how great Cate Blanchett is(?) and how Sofie is some “Trojan horse”. That doesn’t even make sense!!! Have any of you (them) actually read the Iliad? Being a Trojan horse isn’t a GOOD thing. Unless I guess you’re Achilles, lol. Generally speaking, it’s this: “Something that initially seems innocuous but is ultimately bad or malicious.” Maybe be more careful with words, lmao. I think maybe they meant “conduit”, or something similar. Unless they are actually insinuating that Sofie makes everything way worse for the detainees and is part of the problem. No, they mean she’s a trigger for recognition that something is very wrong in these places and she “brings down” the system–which is all idealistic, revisionist bullshit. Cos while Rau’s story made some big waves, it didn’t stop anything. Sure, SHE got out and so did the Palmer report, which changed some aspects of detention, esp for Australian citizens... And it unearthed like 200 other cases similarly brutal, like Vivian Solon. 

“In politics, the precise relationship between cause and effect is usually unclear. Some of the things that happened in the six months following the release of Cornelia Rau would certainly have happened anyway. Some, most likely, would not. What is clear, however, is that the case of Cornelia Rau shaped public opinion about the treatment of asylum seekers in a way no previous episode had. The Cornelia Rau affair taught the public that the lazy trust it had placed in government – not to inflict on innocents serious harm – was unwarranted. It was able to do this, as almost everyone immediately understood, because the person who had suffered false imprisonment and neglect was not a swarthy, dark-skinned, Islamic outsider. She was “one of us”. If, in February 2005, it had been discovered that a mentally ill Australian woman of Iranian descent had been wrongfully imprisoned, the transformative effect on public opinion would almost certainly have been immeasurably less.”

But activists and doctors are STILL fighting the Australian government over conditions and the mental health concerns of current detainees. Which is what I assume Blanchett and co. are trying to inspire reaction to? Which is a good thing and absolutely nobody is saying it’s not. I am not saying: “Sofie fucking sucks! This whole show is garbage and doesn’t have any compassion for the refugee crisis! Kill her off and just focus on everyone else!” I am saying, of all the stories, hers is the least interesting and the least relevant to the issue of detention camps at this moment (in the show, in history). Obviously. I don’t even understand why this opinion bothers people??? Like, it’s just objectively true that it’s the least relevant to the real crisis and plight of actual refugees jailed in these prisons for years on end. The Rau case happened 15 YEARS AGO. The problem right now is not what happened to her, it’s what’s continuing to happen in other centers--currently.And if you want to talk seriously about mental health issues of detainees in a fictional sense, using a character who IS ALREADY MENTALLY ILL to highlight how these refugees end up suffering serious, chronic, and sometimes fatal mental illnesses is not the best way to do it. Like, jfc, it’s just… okay, I will need 50 pages to explain why this is not the best approach if you really want to talk about mental health in detention centres. You can’t use a rich white girl who had a devastating pre-existing illness that caused her to BE THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE as your mascot for “Look, how terrible this place is! Everyone goes crazy!” She was already fucked up, she was already so, so, so vulnerable, and this made it a million times worse. The stories that are important are the healthy, perfectly capable refugees from war-torn countries that end up there for NO reason and gradually through constant imprisonment, abuse, neglect, isolation, lack of privacy, and stress DEVELOP illness, and it goes unnoticed and untreated until you have a prison full of broken people, especially children who are trying to kill themselves. And a lot of this is due to the guards and government employees who are actively awful, or merely wilfully blind.

So, excuse me, for stating that SOFIE isn’t the most important character to focus on, or the most interesting. All Sofie’s story does is highlight how oblivious the guards/officials/etc is to the mental welfare of their prisoners, and the inherent problems with the system. Which, yes, is important to a degree but if you can’t get people to care about refugees without insisting the story revolve around a white person… I just… I dunno what to tell you.

Oh, wait, am I stepping on the precious toes of Cate and Yvonne stans? Whatever. Boo hoo. I don’t care. If you’re gonna make a show about such serious issues (including the portrayal of mental illness based on someone’s ACTUAL LIFE!!!), be prepared for people to get critical about the lack of nuance and sensitivity, and the use of TV tropes. And how fucking WHITE-FOCUSED it is. Because, guess what–if it wasn’t and if Cate/Yvonne/Jai/Asher wasn’t in it–you all wouldn’t even be watching this. How about we all just admit that? It has so much attention not because of the story or the issues (that I assume Blanchett wanted to address), but because of the cast and the focus on the white people.

I do not care how much a massively privileged, white, Hollywood star has worked with refugees. That doesn’t absolve them from having bias, making poor decisions, or falling prey to tropes in their film-making. They are HUMAN BEINGS, an especially human beings that live in a very strange otherword of celebrity, constant validation, narcissism, and money. So much money. They can seem like the most grounded people ever but they are not. Anybody who’s spent even 10 minutes in Hollywood knows this. It’s a thick BUBBLE completely detached from the real world we all live in. So, quit acting like these ACTORS are suddenly experts on foreign policy, immigration, governmental processes, politics, law, sociology, economics, mental health, and whatever else. Especially not bigger experts than critics who have spent their whole lives involved in these issues. (I’m not talking about me. I’m a biologist lol.) She is producing a FICTIONAL TV SHOW to raise… awareness? I guess? To me, as of right now, it’s just using “Sofie’s” real story and vaguely touching on some of the issues. And without all that much depth either. Yet.And pardon me if I don’t really care for Rau’s SISTER’S support of the show. It’s not her sister’s story to tell. Sorry. This is about Cornelia herself. (Yes, I have read Rau’s article.) And OF COURSE the UNHCR is supportive. They are supportive of anything that helps raise awareness in a positive way. And, PLEASE NOTE: I once again never said this was a shit show that needs to be cancelled cos it sucks so bad. It does serve a purpose but I have issues with the NARRATIVE STYLE AND DECISIONS they’re making in order to do that. It has nothing to do with the actual issues.Yet. Like, I’ve said a million times and nobody seems to hear, YET. It’s only 2 episodes in and it has plenty of time to get really into the deep issues. They’ve only just brushed over them right now, so I’m happily waiting for the big pay off.

But let’s not all act like this is the first ever attempt to bring awareness of this humanitarian crisis to mainstream Australians and Blanchett is some sort of national refugee activist hero. Like I’ve said before Safe Harbour (in terms of (sometimes soapy) fiction) and Chasing Asylum (in terms of documentary) and even Go Back To Where You Came From (lol reality tv) have all attempted this, and with some stellar results. Go watch any of those and tell me what Stateless is doing that is so amazingly unique and affective. Stateless is just bringing big Hollywood names to the issue, and trying to bring awareness. AND, amazingly, guess what! It doesn’t even have to be a GOOD show to do that. It can be mediocre and still reach the people Blanchett & Co. clearly want to reach and get people thinking. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. And me criticising little bits of the programme (like Yvonne’s dancing/accent/choice to have her speaking English all the time, or the lack of focus on actual refugee stories, ffs) is not me saying the whole thing is boring, useless garbage and a waste of time. So, y’all need to hop off my dick for two seconds and not just assume that me talking about my opinion of its small weaknesses is saying I hope your faves choke. Gimme a break. And just in case you all are still pissed off about my complaints that Sofie’s story isn’t the most important focus ever, I’ll just dump a few links here:

‘Begging to die’: succession of critically ill children moved off Nauru

Australia: Reverse Cruel Refugee Policy

'Australia is a bigger cage’: the ongoing trauma of Nauru’s child refugees

How Australia turned its back on the world’s refugee crisis

Mental health crisis in Australia’s refugee camps

The mental health of asylum seekers in Australia and the role of psychiatrists

Christmas Island detention centre’s conditions stoke tension, detainee says

Australia blocks asylum seekers held offshore from seeking medical care in the country

Nauru: MSF report shows disastrous mental health impact of Australian refugee policy

‘Someone needs to say, enough’: Mental health on Manus Island

Nauru asylum seekers’ mental health as bad as torture victims, doctors say

Nauru detention centre: Abuse and trauma reports leaked

Australia’s man-made crisis on Nauru: Breaking Women

The Nauru files: cache of 2,000 leaked reports reveal scale of abuse of children in Australian offshore detention

Australia: Appalling Abuse, Neglect of Refugees on Nauru

Australia to reopen Christmas Island detention center after defeat on refugee policy

UN body says Australia breached human rights laws and needs to review Migration Act

And yes, most of these are offshore centres (some of which have effectively closed now), but it’s not even counting the ones actually in Australia itself, many of which are still operational: List of Australian immigration detention facilities

And yeah… The unknown story of Cornelia Rau. Just as a reality check of what Sofie’s story is meant to be. It’s absolutely horrifying, devastating and incredibly sad, and not something to be glamourised or sensationalised for woke points. 

So, sorry (NOT SORRY) for saying Rau/Sofie’s story isn’t the most important part of this whole MASSIVELY COMPLEX thing, nor is it even close to the most interesting aspect of the crisis. I do get why they chose her story as a vehicle to unlock the issue for all the other white, middleclass Aussies (and others) watching but I still don’t think it’s the most interesting aspect of the SHOW. That’s all. I’m not saying it’s pointless to tell “Sofie’s” story, or that I don’t like it, or it’s entirely irrelevant. Just it’s not the most important thing to me.

I can’t believe I have to say this again but just so we are all on the same page:

I HAVE NO BIG PROBLEM WITH “STATELESS”. I DON’T HATE IT. IT IS A GOOD, WELL-ACTED, WELL-PRODUCED, ENGAGING, DECENT SHOW THAT IS ATTEMPTING TO TAKE ON A HUGE, COMPLEX ISSUE IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. I THINK IT’S ADMIRABLE THAT EVEN MORE ATTENTION IS TRYING TO BE BROUGHT TO THE ISSUE AND GOOD FOR BLANCHETT FOR PUSHING FOR IT. I JUST WANT MORE FOCUS ON THE RELEVANT ISSUES TO THIS TIME PERIOD.

What’s the point in raising awareness and putting heavy focus on something awful that happened 15 years ago and has been resolved (more or less, cos nothing is ever totally resolved in politics)? Let’s focus on the terrible shit that hasn’t been resolved yet. Acting like Sofie’s story would happen today is just so far from reality when you are aware of all the changes made and results of the Rau situation. Any criticisms I have of the show or its actors do not mean I hate the show and think it’s stupid and pointless. Just, if it was my show, I’d do it slightly differently. THAT’S ALL. But it’s not my show and I could never produce TV so don’t get all your knickers’ in a twist over my personal opinions about trivial shit. No need to come into my inbox on a weekly basis and try to school me about Yvonne, Cate, etc. I can have opinions on actors/TV shows, even if you think they’re stupid. If you think my opinions are wildly misinformed on politics/storytelling/etc, that's fair. Maybe they are. Tumblr is certainly not the best platform for me to lay out all my thoughts in a coherent way. But so far I don’t have anybody coming at me about the actual issues, just getting butthurt that I’m not kissing your fave’s ass. (Keep in mind, Yvonne is one of my fav actresses too. I’m just not insanely obsessed with her.)

God. I am turning off anon cos every week now I say anything even remotely, mildly critical of some minor aspect of Stateless I get bombarded with this kind of condescending shit from rabid stans of the actors. If you can’t put your name to it, I’m not interested in your thoughts anymore. Sorry. I’m tired. And my inbox is tired lol.

[tom-ass-holland]

*Martin Freeman after Bennypoodle Copycat’s wedding*

Martin: So... your wedding went great.

Benedict: Yeah. I really love her. I don’t know what it is about her that drives me crazy.

Martin: Maybe it’s her middle name...

Benedict: *death stare*

[thepaperpanda]

His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident  

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

You loved your job. Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: 'I am not going back to him.'

Stephen Strange wasn't the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst - a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange's room and someone in his condition couldn't just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. "Stephen?"

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. "What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you've come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!" Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently. "I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this."

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides. "Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what's the best for you," you said moving closer to his bed. "Come on, show me your hands," you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side. "Fuck off," he only hissed. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone to feel sorry about me. I'll be fine by my own. If they wouldn't have done that to me, it wouldn't be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life."

"Stephen... I don't do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away."

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

"I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal."

"Time to heal, huh?!" Stephen turned his head to face you. "Do you hear your own words?! They've destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they're sending someone like you," he threw you a disdainful glance. "Pathetic."

You shook your head and got up. "You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!" You growled. "You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later," you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn't be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn't be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won't be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes. "I don't want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone."

"Yes, yes. But you know what? I don't care, just like you," you said and smiled at him holding a tray. "It's dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat," you put the tray on his bedside table.

"And how do you imagine this, huh?" He snorted. "How can I eat with those?" man pointed at his bandaged palms. "I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling," Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself. "I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It's not really a problem," you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

"To you it may not be a problem but to me it's a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels," man summed up angrily. "Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole."

"Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don't care. Sure I do," you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can't act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you."

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn't protest. He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands. "You see! It wasn't that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands."

He did without complaining. "And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that's the truth," he clenched teeth.

"I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not," you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

"They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?" You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

"Do whatever you have to," Strange sighed out loudly. "Besides, I thought you're an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny," his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms. "Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you," you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. "I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?"

He tilted his head slightly. "No. Tell me."

"I think you still have beautiful hands," you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. "If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it's gonna be better."

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[aion-rsa]

Link Tank: Ralph McQuarrie’s Concept Art Could Become an Animated Star Wars Movie

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Star Wars could be developing an animated trilogy based on Ralph McQuarrie’s original concept art from the 1970s.

“According to a report from scooper Nick Santos at The Hashtag Show, Lucasfilm is currently developing a trilogy of animated movies inspired by the original concept art for Star Wars. Drawn by Ralph McQuarrie, who helped shape much of the franchise, these illustrations represent some of the earliest ideas that would become one of the greatest science fiction stories ever told. However, a lot of McQuarrie’s concepts never made it into the movies.”

Read more at Inverse

Ahead of his return to Marvel in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, director Sam Raimi opens up about his subpar experiences with Spider-Man 3.

“Spider-Man 3 is a highly contentious point in the world of Spider-Man. The third entry Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man film series was met with harsh criticism that led to the end of his reign with our friendly neighborhood hero, and thus became the history of Spider-Man not having the best luck with the third movie in his series. All the jokes aside though, the internet and fans were extremely mean about Raimi’s film, and it clearly hit the Evil Dead director hard.”

Read more at The Mary Sue

Disney and Scarlett Johansson have finally reached a settlement on their Black Widow lawsuit.

“One of Hollywood’s most contentious, high-stakes lawsuits of late—between Marvel star Scarlett Johansson and Disney, in the wake of Black Widow’s release on Disney+—has been settled. The suit, filed in late July, alleged that the pivot to both theatrical and streaming releases (via Disney+’s “Premiere Access”) violated Johansson’s contract, which guaranteed that the film would get an exclusive theatrical release—and allegedly caused the actor to lose tens of millions of dollars as a result.”

Read more at Gizmodo

James Bond actor Daniel Craig is now finally aware he has become an internet meme.

“Few actors have made more of a business out of seeming tired than Daniel Craig. His spin on suave British superspy James Bond carried a world-weariness in his shoulders even before headlines started cropping up suggesting his exhaustion with the franchise was reaching some kind of breaking point, and Craig’s self-contained terseness has long been an element of his charm.”

Read more at The A.V. Club

Check out Star Wars: Squadrons and more of the awesome line-up of free games on Amazon Prime this October.

“I have a boring ritual. Every few weeks, I make sure to check out the Prime Gaming Rewards Rewards page to see what free games are available. Most of the time it’s nothing too exciting, maybe a few goods, smaller games along with some totally forgettable things I’ll never play. But October is different. This time Amazon  is offering some big, relatively recent games along with the usual assortment of smaller titles.”

Read more at Kotaku

The Super Bowl LVI halftime show lineup is here and it’s an elite crew of performers.

“The lineup of performers has been announced for the Pepsi Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show, as Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Kendrick Lamar, Mary J. Blige, and Eminem will take the stage at SoFi Stadium in Inglewood, California. Super Bowl LVI will be the first time Los Angeles has hosted the event since 1993, so it’s fitting that next year’s event will have an impressive lineup featuring some California-born artists.”

Read more at Collider

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[purplesurveys]

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Another one of these because there’s nothing like looking back at your most traumatic years and opening up about them in a room full of strangers. [Elementary School] Do you still remember any dreams you had a a child? Nope. Young or old, I’ve always forgotten most of my dreams upon waking up. What was your favorite game to play back then? I played tons of Filipino games. I’m listing them down even though nobody would know how they’re played–patintero, Chinese garter, 10-20, piko, ice ice water, langit lupa, luksong tinik, and lots of clapping games. Everyone also played dodgeball in grade school. How many best friends did you make through the years? My best friend was constantly Angela even though she made many friends herself and put me aside when we were kids. She has always been my go-to. I was always shy as a kid and so I never made another best friend. How many enemies? Ugh, there was this girl named Niña who was just a huge pain in my ass. She was a consistent bitch and man, she was the devil. Her mom was a complete sweetheart so I don’t know what happened to her. Did anything tragic happen to you when you were little? Yeah, alcoholism ran in my family and it gave me a twisted view of alcohol and family life up until I was around 18.

Did anything absolutely amazing happen? There’s this water resort called Club Manila East that we frequented almost every weekend. I felt like a kid there, made temporary friends, and swam to my 5 year old heart’s content. Its quality has degenerated over the past decade or so and I haven’t been there in that time frame, but I’ll always remember it as one of the places I’ve had the most fun in. How was your relationship with your parents back then? Fine but I’ve always been a little distant with them since they never tried to build a relationship with me. My mom’s position at work then didn’t allow her to be at home whenever I was so I never saw her nor bonded with her. My dad has worked abroad since I was 2, so the same thing happened. Did you believe in cooties? No. That was never a thing here. Did you ever get a cootie shot? A what now??? What was your favorite snack to eat? Oreo O’s and Twix, when they were still flower-shaped. Local junk food was also a favorite of mine. Did you own any pets during this time? I did. I had tons of goldfish. We had chicks a couple of times, too. The house we lived in wasn’t conducive for dogs (too cramped) so we didn’t have one. What was your personality like? My family didn’t really encourage me to try new things, make friends, or explore at all...so growing up, I had no idea how to be and as a result I had virtually zero personality. I was a very shy kid with zero creativity, and was too afraid of people to try reaching out. What was your favorite song[s]? The entire High School Musical soundtrack was my jam. What kind of toys did you like to play with? I liked toy soldiers more than Barbies since I grew up with male cousins who had the former, as well as robots and other action figures. I also played with any kind of set–kitchen set, dollhouses, doctor’s toy set, makeup set, etc. and cash registers since they had so many options to play with. The Play-Doh factory was great fun, too. [Middle School/Junior High] How did your personality change from Elementary to Middle School? My humor became so much darker, even to a worrying extent. I guess it was a result of all the traumatic things that happened in my old house + start of my depression + all my friends migrating to other countries + being isolated from my entire batch because I liked pro wrestling and metal bands at the time + my mom giving me an increasingly difficult time. I started making surveys around this time and one would see the sociopathic answers I used to give; that’s all because of how terrible middle school was. Everyone was fake, puberty killed your moods, and you're struggling to know who you are, what you want, and what you’re supposed to do. What was your favorite thing to do during this time? Staying in my room alone. If I was in school, then I liked staying by myself. I barely talked in this period. I had no friends either. Who were some of your closest friends? Angela but during this time she found other people who were more stable than I was, so I was temporarily alone for a time. I did not become friends with Gab until the seventh grade. How often did you get involved with Middle School drama? I was mostly invisible except for that one weird time in sixth grade when rumors were spread that I was in a relationship with Andi. Just the fact that someone was willing to start a rumor about me was strange in itself hahaha I was such a boring person. The rumor died quickly, and nothing about it was dramatic at all. What kind of "clique" were you in? Or did you not beleive in cliques? I hated the idea of cliques, and I wasn’t in one till late high school. I was literally all by myself. I didn’t even form or join a group with the other loners; it was just me. How did people treat you? I was virtually nonexistent to so many people. Gabie had no idea who I was until we met, even though I knew her since we were 4. Do you look back on these years fondly? Not one bit. Fortunately my brain did me a favor and removed a huge chunk of middle school, so when I try to look back on it, I hardly see anything from that time at all. What was your typical kind of lunch during school? I don’t remember anymore. What school[s] did you go to? I went to an Assumption school in the Philippines. Was it really as bad as some people say Junior High is? At least in my experience, it was. Did you like to read? I did. I read a lot and it was partly why everyone chose to ignore me: because I always had a book with me. What was one good memory you have of this time? Meeting Gab and having my life subsequently get better and easier. Were you still enemies with someone from elementary school? Yes. I haven’t talked to her in nine years. If you could go back and change one thing, what would you change? Let’s keep it simple: for my depression to have never formed in the first place. [High School] Are you still in High School? No, I graduated two years ago. Who were some of your close friends? Athenna, Angela, Sofie, Gabie, Katreen, Hans, Fern, Kaira, Aaron, Chelsea, Eva, Rap, Raf, Jez...man they were a lot and I can’t list them all. We were a riot in high school. Who were some of your enemies? I had no time for enemies in high school. How did your personality change from the previous years? I became more open; for some reason it just happened. I learned how to talk to people. And then it became I wanted to talk to other people. I didn’t want to be all by myself anymore and spend all my weekdays in crippling isolation. Having friends became fun, and it made me look forward to going to school. My days became brighter. Going in, did you really think they were going to be the best 4 years ever? I didn’t think it was going to be the best per se, but I just stayed optimistic about it since I thought I could start off with a blank slate. Were they? (or are they if you're still in High School) Definitely. I grew up a lot, went through a lot, sweated and cried a lot, learned a lot. Things happened that could have only happened in high school and never anywhere else. What's one memory of High School can you look back on and grin? All the times my friend group broke the rules, made a mess, and laughed it off. It’s not high school without some suspense and being a dick once in a while. Did you ever cry while you were in school? Yeah, whenever I got a letter to be given to my parents explaining that I failed a test. I’ve always been grade conscious so those letters hit me super hard. How was your love life? I was crushing on Gabie for most of it. People teased me about Mike and for a time I did consider it, but he was ultimately not my kind of person. How was your social life? Rich. Extensive. Healthy. Did you have any teachers that you just absolutely loved? Yes. Did you have any teachers that you just absolutely despised? Yes, and they all hated me back too. Shoutout to Ms. Tin who was always mega bitchy to me! How were/are your GPA? We don’t have GPA. I did graduate with like a 93. Did you know anyone who got pregnant? No. [There's no time like the present] Do you currently have a job? Nope, I’m only in college and I’m not really qualified for a job until after I graduate from university. What kind of job do you *want* to have? Something that’ll allow me to utilize my skills, obviously. I want to meet new people, but not too many new people that it would give me anxiety everyday. What do you like to do on your free time? These days I like hanging out at Skywalk and talk to my orgmates. Watching videos and eating out has also been my favorite things to do recently. What's your relationship with your parents now? Strained. It never got better from childhood. Do you own any pets? Yup, I’ve had a lovely dog for the past ten years. How many places have you traveled to? Too many to count. We go out of town all the time and I’ve been to several countries as well. Do you own a cell phone? If so, what kind? Yeah, I have an iPhone 8. What are your goals for the future? Get a job and save enough money to move out and subsequently survive on my own. What's your favorite kind of drink? Milkshakes always get me. Did you ever get into the Twilight saga craze? You bet. What about the Harry Potter craze? No. Where is your mind at: The Past, the Present, the Future, or all around? I’m too obsessed with the future. I want to get there already. What's a really good movie you've seen recently? I haven’t seen any new ones in a while. Are you happy where you are right now? Like I said in a previous survey, I’m never happy but at least I’m not asking to die today.

[ourdarkcollectorrunawayme]

if i worked at marvel comics

here is a few things i would do

-bring back old-man!steve rogers. cause honestly i liked him. and i would keep sam as captain america.

-build up more america-themed heroes that do exist, but everyone has kinda forgotten about them, like american eagle. as well as create new ones. example, buffalo soldier, a legacy name that is being held up by a black infantrywoman, power set includes hyper adaptation in any battle, enhanced strength and stamina, psychometry, and magic-based empathy. her powers come from a buffalo-hunter’s charm that was given to her ancestor by his souix bride.

-a scarlet witch/vision solo series, where they raise viv and billy and tommy hang out.

-add black knight to the line up of featured legacy heroes and have a storyline where he meets previous black knights and future black knights, one of them being his son with frazia.

-have logan with the time!gem be revealed to be albert, the android created to look like logan, turned good, and got stranded back in time with another android, elsie dee.

-a storyline that reveals logan’s half-brother, jonathan howlett to be alive and manipulating events.

-give jimmy hudson his own personality instead of just being a complete clone of logan, only with blonde hair. he meets his 616!adoptive-parents and their daughter claire.

-it turns out that xavier and lilandera had a son, who is being raised by gladiator and out of the eyes of the empire.

-a quicksilver and luna solo series.

-a new young avengers title. line up would have speed in a mentor role, ahura, sarah carter-rogers from battleworld!hydra, rikki barnes aka nomad, hummingbird, power man (ii), doctor photon, sofie strange, and cloud 9. the big storyline that it would involve a time-cross caper with 3 other different timelines, and team ups with those respective next generation of avengers: the next generation from the secret wars II battleworld, the ones from the mc2, and the next avengers from the direct-to-dvd movie.

-a new warriors title.

-bring phylla-vell back from the dead.

-a cloak and dagger solo title.

and that is all that i can think of off the top of my head right now.

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Mica Detra

Evan Peters

Age : 22

Alias(es): Mica, Mick, Jupiter(Online)

Place of Birth : Arthur, Nebraska

Eye & Hair Color : Black | Light Brown

Height & Weight : 5' 11| 165lbs

Sex & Gender : Male And Identifies As Such

Orientation : Heterosexual | Believed Aromantic (Demiromantic)

Marital Status : Single

Personality

The Tin Man

Mica comes off very stand offish. He can be weary of new people and almost seems shy towards any that he may be introduced to, but this is because he doesn't trust anyone. He finds people very strange, but he can understand them to a point. Their actions and words both fascinate and worry him, because sometimes he believes people don't know how they say and what they do affects others. He is closed off to people who attempt to understand him, as if he were something they were dissecting. He doesn't appreciate people who are so invasive.

However, he can get comfortable with some peoplw if he is around them long enough, and people can describe him as a very driven and highly intelligent young man. He can be very sarcastic, but funny in his own right. He sometimes even can give small or sideways smiles. Not very many laughs unless it's with Akil or Alexis. Because he can atleast say that she's funny. He can be protective over people he considers 'his'. But he believes he can never really love anyone. He has tried so hard to whenever he gets pulled into a relationship. Despite trying to seem okay with the reality in his own mind or when talking to Akil about it, he has problems knowing that he will never be able to feel the thing people always talk about. The big romance. Love. But he does care. No matter what he says.

He has a bad temper. It can come and go in violent waves. Sometimes the big things don't bother him, sometimes the little things are enough to get him to fly off the handle. He can be dangerous when he gets upset, sometimes going so far as to completely lose bits of his memory when he gets so angry. He just will come too when someone grabs him or tries to pull him back out. He holds a lot of hate and fury inside him that he can't seem to get ahold of, so instead he tries to put it into something useful.

When he was young, people always told his mother he was 'weird'. Sometimes he would look at someone in curiosity as they scratched their head or kissed their significant other. When he explained to his mother that it was like he was feeling what the other person was feeling in that physical touch, she believed her son a sort of prophet. When he became thirteen, he explained that he didn't believe in God and he read books of science and the way the mind worked. A prophet he was no more. His mother explained that he was a danger to himself because of these horrible things and signed him over to the state. He went to Heaven Hills Institution and the 13 year old was treated as if demons were inside him. For years, his mind was poked and prodded by heartless doctors and cold psychiatrists. He wasn't freed until his uncle had fought the state and won custody of him when he was 17. All that time brewed a boy with such a hate in him, and a distrust of those who said they were only trying to help him. His becomes overwhelmed by physical interactions and doesn't really like being touched. He decided that he wanted to blow the lid off all the problems he saw in the healthcare system and had just the right genius by his side to do just that. Two hurting boys with power at their fingers can be a dangerous thing, but with the rage Mica has and the way he can talk up Akil, they can become so much more than boys with keyboards. They can be heroes.

Employment : Mechanic

Mica fixes cars, collects parts for shop projects, cleans the floors, takes and handles the money, and also manages the website for the shop. He enjoys the work, just not the people that come in seeking assistance. Working with his hands is something that fuels him and gives him pride.

Skills & Abilities

Criminal Specialty : Blackmail | Extortion | Hacking | Cyber Terrorism | Wire/Phone/Cam Tapping | Problem Solving | Small Controlled Bombs

Mica is a talented man in all things unethical. With his little ways to spy on others, he can always find what he wants, it may just take a little time. Give him an opportunity, he can bug an entire house in a matter of minutes. Plus, with the small bombs he can make, he can do some damage to make other activities a little easier. With his partner Pluto, he can show the people of the world exactly what it really is.

Incredible Mind - IQ 140 | Able to speak 4 languages fluently - English, Spanish, Arabic, Hindi, and is currently learning Dutch and French | Mirror-touch synesthesia - When he sees someone receive a touch, he can feel a sort of echo of the same touch on his body. Gained this in his early teens.

Technological Whiz | Talented Hacker and able to fix just about anything electronic, such as TVs, Radios, Tablets, Cars, Cellphones and the like. He isn't exactly as natural computer person, but was able to learn thousands and thousands and thousands of coding he can use to infiltrate most systems and if he can't do it, he has a partner who can.

Guarded. It keeps him safe. Since his own demons were put inside him, he has only allowed one person to get close to him. He doesn't tell people secrets, he doesn't find people he 'likes', he just doesn't have the want, need, or drive to have human companionship and this keeps him safe and off the map in a lot of ways.

Talented Homemade Bomb Maker. He didn't realize he loved plain disaster until he was hired to make a bomb for someone. That ended in disaster for that person, but now he uses this skill for political purposes. He prefers to keep casualities to none. For now.

Will fuck someone up. Be weary trying to pick a fight with him because he deals with a lot of rage issues. Once he sees red, he won't come back out until he's beaten someone to the point of almost killing them. He finds this useful for his own protection.

Jupiter | Under the guise of his online name, he is able to be held as an unseen, omniscient figure. With this name, he holds the power to pull out the wicked and show everyone just how horrible they are.

Disabilities & Disorders

Anger Problems | His past has created an uncontrollable, unbeatable beast inside him that comes out at the most inopportune times. Some days can be good, but some days it can be like anything can make him angry.

Manipulative | He has this way about him. He seems trustworthy and like his way is the best way. He uses his words to get people on his side or pity him. He can seem like a wounded animal with tired eyes but he can't be allowed into the life of someone he can easily control.

Insomnia - Suffered from since he's early teens | Hand Tremors - Since he was a late teen | Will forget to eat and drink water until his body will collapse from the combination of the two | Cocaine addict

Anarchy | Distrust of Medical Facilities and Doctors | For Mica, he holds this extreme hate for the healthcare system in the states. He finds the way the mentally ill are either shunned or just disappear because institutions either don't have the funding or they just don't fucking care. Refuses to go to the doctor, will not take prescription medications, will not allow himself to be placed in the healthcare system whatsoever. He intends to use his own stories to dismantle the system and start fresh, clean the slate completely.

Lapses In Memory.

Known History

Crime

A Suspiciously Clean Criminal Record

Gang Initiation : Was truly and honestly looking for a place he could achieve his mission. If his ideas can influence or inspire others and they are on his side? He feels like the gang will rise to power easily.

Known Affiliations

Parents

Jade Detra - Mother [Estranged]

Father Unknown

Extended Family

Silver Detra - Uncle - Lives in Seattle, Wasington

Siblings

Doesn't communicate with any of them

Titan Detra - Lives in Arthur, Nebraska

Ore Detra - Lives in Dalitica City [NA]

Ivory Detra - Lives in Arthur, Nebraska

Friends

Akil Laghari - Best Friend [TBA]

Alexis Stanford - Reluctant Acquaintance [TBA] - Sofie

Affiliation | Wolves