#we got frontline liters out here

[robbysreaders]

pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!reader warnings: not beta read, barely proof read oops word count: 3k idk what happened i started with the bar scene and then felt like it needed some lead up and here we are notes: be kind to me, i am not a writer but these doctors have awoken a monster in me.

Robby got roped into a frontline workers’ talk at a local elementary school.

Shen’s mom’s friend is the principal if some public school and somehow that’s how Robby ends up walking into a fluorescent-lit elementary school foyer the same morning Shen’s leaving for his bachelor party weekend.

“You owe me big time, buddy.” he texts Shen.

“We’re naming our firstborn Robby,” Shen fires back.

“You know I’ll hold you to that,” he replys

He walks in with AirPods in, sunglasses still on, looking a bit lost. You glance up from your clipboard and do a double take.

He pops one AirPod out just as you mutter, “Oh… you’re not Dr. John Shen.”

“Nope, I’m not. He’s on a boat somewhere. Bahamas, I think. You’ve got me instead. Dr. Michael Robinavitch. Older. Not as good-looking.” taking his sunglasses off.

“I never said that,” you say, blush creeping up your neck. “I think he must’ve told our principal and it didn’t get passed along. No worries—I’ll just update my intro slide.”

“Sorry for the switch-up,” he says, finally meeting your eyes properly, and holding the look a moment too long.

“Really, it’s fine. Come on, I’ll show you to the gym. Kids will be filing in soon. Just a quick overview of what you do, your schooling, then a few questions. You’ve got backup—a fire chief, a nurse, an EMT. You’re not on the hook for the whole thing.”

As you walk, he points to a motivational poster taped to the wall: a kitten dangling from a tree branch.

“‘Hang in there.’ Very ER-core.”

You nod, straight-faced. “It’s more for the teachers than the students.”

He chuckles.

He introduces himself to a room of squirming third to fifth graders with “So I work in a place where people try to die and I spend most of my time convincing them not to. It’s great.”

They’re hooked.

He talks about trauma bays, night shifts, a time he held someone’s heart in his hands. The kids go wild.

One kid asks if he’s famous.

Another asks if he’s seen poop.

A third says: “You look like Iron Man.”

Robby: “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

After the assembly wraps up, your work bestie sidles up to you.

“So we’re just gonna ignore that Dr. McHottie was eye fucking you the whole time?”

You don’t look up from the stack of worksheets you’re grading. “Literally no idea what you’re talking about.”

She tilts her head. “You should’ve gotten his number. Or I should have. What do you think they’d say if we just called the hospital?”

“I think it violates HIPAA.”

She shrugs. “I don’t think that you know what HIPAA is.”

You roll your eyes.

But the universe isn’t done.

Later, still riding the post-event adrenaline, you stop at the grocery store on your route home. This day earned you cake and a bottle of wine. You’re crouched down in the wine aisle, scanning for the cheapest red on the shelf, when someone clears their throat behind you.

“I think you’re better off with a white. With, uh, berry chantilly cake,” he says, peeking into your basket.

You look up. It’s him.

“An ER doctor and a sommelier? A modern renaissance man.”

“SAT words. The future’s in good hands,” he teases.

“So what’s your wine recommendation then?” you say standing up.

“Oh, I don’t know shit about wine.”

You laugh, and the silence lingers a beat too long.

“I—” “Not—” You speak at the same time.

“Ladies first,” he smiles.

“I was just going to thank you again for coming this morning. Not to show bias, but you were definitely the kids’ favorite.”

“Yeah, the heart story always kills. No pun intended.”

“Well, they had plenty of questions after you left. I told them they missed their chance.”

“I could give you my number. Y’know, in case more vital questions pop up. Or… you could use it to talk to me. Maybe even plan a time for me to take you out?”

You chuckle. “That line work on every elementary school teacher you try to pick up?”

“So far I’m one for one.”

“Not sure that’s statistically significant,” you reply, handing him your phone.

You text him your name—just your name and a smiley.

His phone starts ringing. He glances at it, then winces.

“I’m so sorry—I have to take this. Yeah… I’m just around the block. Okay. Be there in seven.” He turns to you, regret softening his expression. “Really sorry. I’ll text you later?”

“Of course, Dr. Robinavitch. Go save lives.”

”Everyone calls me Robby, or you can call me Michael” he says heading out. Just before the door closes, he glances back once more.

Later, you’re finally home. Glass of red in hand, cozy on the couch. You scroll, half-buzzed from the wine and the day, when a new text pops up:

Michael: My research says champagne’s actually the move next time—for the cake, I mean.

You grin.

You: Not a ton of room in the budget for a Thursday night champagne toast on a public school salary. Think I’ll stick to my $9 red.

You snap a selfie: you, the wine, a smirk.

Michael: Could be my treat? Next Thursday?

Followed by a link to a cozy bar you’ve been wanting to try.

Your fingers hover for only a second before typing:

You: It’s a date ❤️

You get there first.

The bar is small, dim, and full of mismatched chairs and candlelight. The kind of place where couples whisper over charcuterie. You’re nursing a glass of something bubbly, trying to look casual and not like you checked your makeup in your phone camera twelve times already.

Then the door creaks open, and there he is.

Button-down rolled at the sleeves, hair mussed just enough to look effortless—though he’d never admit it took longer than it should’ve. He spots you instantly and smiles like he doesn’t do that often. Like it caught him off guard too.

“You clean up nice,” you say as he slides into the chair across from you.

“You clean up… irresponsibly good,” he says, raising his eyebrows and making you laugh.

You clink glasses and dive straight into easy conversation. It flows, faster than either of you expected. He tells you about the time a raccoon got into the ambulance bay. You tell him about a class trip gone wrong and how a goat chased the entire third grade around a petting zoo.

There’s food—fancy grilled cheese, olives, tiny things with aioli—and more wine. You talk about work, but not too much. You learn he’s been at The Pitt longer than he planned. That he’s not from Pittsburgh, but ended up staying because… well, because.

You don’t push.

He watches you talk with his chin resting on one hand, doing that thing again—looking at you like you’re a puzzle he doesn’t mind not solving.

Midway through dessert, a berry cream tarte— the closest thing they had to the cake you bonded over a week ago— he leans in a little.

“Be honest,” he says. “What’d you actually think when I walked into the school?”

You smirk. “I thought you were a dad who got lost on his way to drop off a forgotten lunchbox.”

Robby laughs. “Brutal.”

“Okay, and also… I thought, oh no, he’s hot.”

He raises his glass. “That’s better.”

He offers you a hand to help you out of the booth and follows beside you, hand barely there at your lower back.

You’re standing outside, the city quiet in that just-past-bedtime way. There’s a light breeze and the smell of something warm from a nearby bakery.

“I had fun,” you say.

“Me too,” he replies. “Thanks for not fleeing halfway through.”

“Thanks for not turning out to be a wine snob.”

“I told you, I know nothing about wine. I was just trying to impress you. I was frantically Googling wine recommendations so i could have a reason to chat with you.”

You both laugh, and then there's a pause. A beat of quiet.

He tilts his head. “So, uh… what’s the move here?”

You step forward. “Well, you did save a lot of lives this week.”

“And you wrangled children into making a thank-you card with the word ‘trauma’ spelled wrong.”

“Tramua is the French spelling,” you deadpan.

That makes him laugh again—but softer this time.

Then he kisses you. Slow and warm, like he’s been thinking about it since the grocery store.

When you pull back, he looks at you like he wants to say something—but doesn’t.

Instead, he laces his fingers with yours.

“Did you park around here?”

“I walked. I’m only a few blocks away.”

“Can I walk you home? Make sure you get there safely.”

You smile. “Of course. It’s that way,” you say, pointing left.

He releases your hand just long enough to move to the curb side, then grabs it again without a word.

You walk in comfortable silence. That kind of quiet that doesn’t need filling.

“This is me,” you say as you reach your stoop. “I’d invite you up for a nightcap, but… it is a school night.”

Robby chuckles. “Can I kiss you again?”

You don’t answer—you just lean in. And suddenly you’re a teenager again, making out on your front porch under a flickering streetlamp.

This time, he’s the one to pull back first, forehead resting against yours. “Alright,” he murmurs. “Guess I have to be the responsible one.”

You steal a few more kisses anyway, laughing softly, before finally saying goodnight and slipping inside.

You’re curled up in bed, grading a stack of vocabulary quizzes, red pen in hand, when your phone buzzes:

Michael: Made it home. Thanks for a great night.

You: I had an amazing time. Up until I got home and got a paper cut on a stack of quizzes I need to finish before tomorrow.

Michael: Sounds serious. I can’t diagnose over text. Could I see it in person? Maybe Saturday?

You: I’d love that, but I won’t be in town—I can’t believe this didn’t come up. I leave tomorrow for an elementary STEM conference. Riveting, I know. I’ll be back Wednesday.

Michael: My schedule’s rough next week. Could you do Friday?

You: One date in and we’re already juggling calendars. I think that’s a good omen 😊

But yes—I’ll pencil you in for Friday.

Michael: Pencil? Ouch. That kind of hurts.

You: Okay, okay. Permanent marker. Color coded. Red for Robby.

Michael: That’s more like it ;)

The days go fast—seminars, lectures, hands-on demos. You barely stop moving.

But every spare second you get, you’re texting him.

Sometimes flirty. Sometimes funny. Sometimes just: Here’s what I’m eating. What about you?

It’s been a while since you’ve been in something like this. But it’s never felt this easy. And you’re really hoping he feels the same way.

Little do you know.

It’s almost time for handoff , and shockingly the ER is in a lull which gives the team time to strike an inquisition on Robby. Dana kicks it off, perched on a nurses station desk.

“Alright Robinovitch, spill”

He looks at her over his glasses, “I just finished handing off to Shen, theres nothing else to spill.”

“You’re smiling.”

“No I’m not.” he says with a frown.

“All week your face is trying so hard not to smile, it’s giving your wrinkles wrinkles.”

Shen turns from the drawer hes been rummaging in for snacks. “Wait, are we talking about how Robby’s been… weirdly chill?”

“I’m not chill.”

“You told a med student that it was alright, we all make mistakes sometimes.”

“I did not.”

“You did. I was there,” Dana grins. “Who are you?”

Robby leans back in his hair, sips his coffee. “Maybe I’m growing. Emotionally.”

Dana gasps. “Oh my God. He’s in love.”

Robby chokes slightly on his drink. “I’m sorry?”

“You’ve had your nose in your phone every free moment you’ve had.” Dana adds. “You’ve taken real breaks where you go talk on the phone in the ambulance bay.”

Robby sets his cup down, but he’s not denying it. Just smirking like someone caught red-handed.

“Alright who’s the lucky lady?”

“You don’t know her and you’ll never know her.”

Shen looks like he’s doing calculus in his head and leans in. “Wait this started when I was on my trip, oh my god, did you meet a hot mom at the elementary school?”

Robby pauses. Just long enough.

“Holy shit, I don’t owe you any more – you got your repayment a hot MILF.”

“Oh my God,” Dana says.

“Jesus Christ, she’s not a mom, she’s a teacher”.

There’s a beat of silence before Dana grins. “You know what? I love this for you.”

Robby rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue.

“Wait,” Shen says. “Does she know you’re, like, emotionally stunted?”

“She’s a 3rd grade teacher. I think she’s prepared.”

Dana hops down. “I’m gonna need details.”

“You’re not getting details.”

Friday rolls around and you’re more excited than you’ve ever been for a second date. It’s cozy and dimly lit—more plants than light fixtures, menus scribbled on chalkboards, and the faint buzz of a bar that feels like a well-kept secret.

You spot him at the bar, already seated towards the back. He’s dressed down again, but there’s something intentional about it—like someone who spent an extra minute wondering what shirt to wear.

He catches your eyes and smiles like he forgot how to do that for a while until recently.

“You’re punctual,” he says, clearly pleased.

“You’re early,” you reply, shrugging off your coat. “I was promised a perpetually late, cynical doctor.”

“Tragic. He’s been replaced by a man who googled ‘cozy date spots that don’t feel like you’re trying too hard.’”

You laugh. “And did it recommend this place?”

“Nope. Shen’s girlfriend did. Which I now realize makes this deeply traceable.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait—do they know?”

Robby sighs. “Dana cornered me in central. I didn’t confirm or deny. Shen said I was glowing. It was… a dark time.”

You smirk.

The food is good—small plates, easy to share. The conversation is even better.

He opens up, just a little—enough to mention the long hours, how emergency medicine pulls you in like a rip current, how sometimes it feels like it’s the only thing he’s really good at.

You tell him about your student who tried to fake a cough for three weeks to get out of a math test, and the tiny triumphs that feel like wins no one else sees.

He watches you talk, head tilted slightly, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lazy smile. His fingers rest near yours on the table. Not touching. Not quite.

Finally, he says, “I’ve gotta be honest—I haven’t really… done this in a while.”

“Tapas?”

He chuckles. “No, like—dating. Letting someone in. It’s easier to stay busy. Stay… guarded, I guess.”

You nod. “Well, I haven’t really dated someone who sees more blood before lunch than most people do in a year, so.”

“So we’re both out of practice.”

“Guess we’ll have to wing it.”

He leans in and kisses you. Slow. Deliberate. This one without surprise. This one because he wanted to all night.

You’ve fallen into a comfortable cadence. You see him a few times a week, more often than you thought you would, but you don't complain. You love his company.

Your schedules do still clash at times.

You planned to go home after parent-teacher conferences. Michael had already mentioned he had plans—finally joining his coworkers for a long-overdue drink after weeks of skipping out.

It doesn’t take much to convince you to meet your own colleagues for a post-conference drink. It’s been a day, and you deserve it.

But as you walk into the bar, you spot a familiar profile near the corner.

You don’t even hesitate. With a little liquid courage in hand, you stroll over and place a hand on his shoulder.

“So… they really just let anyone in here nowadays?”

Michael turns, eyes lighting up in that way that makes your stomach dip. “How’d you find me?”

“Coincidence. We needed to lick our wounds after the parent-teacher conference firing squad.”

One of the guys at the table leans toward the person next to him. “Ahhh. This is the teacher.”

Michael grins and slides his arm around your waist, his hand resting easily at your hip. “Right, where are my manners?” he says introducing you to the team.

You smile, trying not to let the arm-around-your-waist thing short-circuit your brain. “It’s so nice to meet you all. I’ll get back to my workplace complain-fest and let you return to yours.”

You squeeze his shoulder lightly, but before you step away, his hand shifts on your waist, catching your attention. He leans in and lowers his voice just for you.

“If you head out before we do… come say bye?”

You meet his eyes and nod. “Of course.”

The moment you slide into your seat, your coworkers pounce.

“What the hell was that about?”

“You don’t have friends outside of school.”

“Thanks for introducing us to your hot doctor friends???”

“Wait—HOLY SHIT, was that Dr. McHottie with his arm around your waist? Did I miss a chapter?!”

You laugh and give them the short version. You field a rapid-fire round of teasing, eye-rolls, and maybe a few not-so-subtle attempts to angle to get set up with his coworkers, but eventually the conversation drifts to who cried in the hallway today, who mispronounced “photosynthesis,” and whose turn it is to deal with the PTA bake sale disaster.

Your group starts calling it a night. Long day, longer week. You say your goodbyes and make your way back toward Michael’s table, which has thinned out significantly as well.

He stands when he sees you. “My friends couldn’t hang. I’m calling it a night too—just wanted to say bye.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay if you want another drink, honey,” Dana offers, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, I couldn’t impose—”

“You could never,” Michael says, standing and lightly touching your elbow. “What are you drinking?”

You smile. “Whatever you’re having.”

You settle in at the table. The conversation is easy, flowing from hospital horror stories to favorite dive bars to why Dana is banned from karaoke at two different establishments.

Michael returns with drinks, sliding yours to you and casually resting his hand on your thigh under the table, thumb tracing slow circles that make it a little hard to concentrate on anything Dana is saying.

You laugh, you listen, you really like his friends.

The convos come to a close and you all start heading out. You shrug on your coat, and Michael helps, fingers brushing lightly down your arm.

“Want to walk me home?”

He smile. “I’d love that.”

The conversation is light—teasing, wandering, nothing too deep. You talk about favorite childhood snacks and your worst Halloween costumes. He tells you how Jack once sliced his palm on a pineapple slicer and tried to pretend it wasn’t bleeding.

As you reach your apartment steps, you stop and turn to him.

“That was really fun,” you say, quietly. “I like your friends. I hope I didn’t make anything awkward.”

“Not at all,” he replies. “They loved you.”

“Good. Glad I passed the first big test.”

He chuckles. “Teachers and their testing.”

There’s a pause. Then: “So… want to come up?” you ask, voice soft but steady.

He hesitates, not pulling away. “I’d really like to. But I just came off a twelve-hour shift, and I’ve probably had two more drinks than I should’ve. If I sit down, I’m going to be half-asleep in seconds.”

You take his hand and start walking him toward your door.

“Then that’s settled,” you say. “Can’t have you falling asleep in the Uber.”

You open the door, letting the warm light spill into the hallway, and look back at him with a little smile.

He follows you in without another word.

You flick on the light and immediately cringe.

“Wow. Sorry. My place looks like my classroom exploded in here.”

Michael steps in behind you, taking in the scattered worksheets, the pile of books on your couch, and the half-folded laundry draped over a chair.

“You should see the trauma bay on a Tuesday,” he says, tossing his jacket over the back of a stool. “This is a spa by comparison.”

You kick aside a rogue glue stick. “I did mean to clean today, but then 30 small humans and their guardians demanded to know if their kid is ‘thriving academically’ while also asking what ‘phonics’ actually is.”

He snorts.

You pad to the kitchen and grab two glasses of water, handing one to him. “Doctor’s orders.”

He grins. “Responsible and charming.”

You sit on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you. He follows, moving slowly—like someone who’s used to being on his feet for twelve hours and finally has permission to stop.

He slouches into the other end of the couch, long legs stretched out, one arm thrown over the backrest. He takes a sip of water and closes his eyes for a second, just breathing.

“I’m gonna fall asleep right here,” he murmurs.

You smile. “Go for it. My couch has a strict no-judgment zone.”

There’s a long, easy silence after that. Not awkward—just soft.

Eventually, you get up and offer him a hand “you’re not sleeping on the couch, come on”

He reaches for your hand —warm fingers curling around yours for just a second longer than necessary.

He follows you to your room, hands still intertwined. It’s not the first time you’ve shared a bed, but it is the first time you’ve shared one without hooking up before. It all feels very intimate.

There’s a surgical precision to how he fits into your evening routine that leaves you a little breathless as you settle into bed.

“Night,” he murmurs wrapping an arm around you and nuzzling in.

You squeeze his hand once, gently. “Goodnight, Michael.”

[howlingday]

Jaune Arc the Villainess Whisperer

Jaune Arc has a unique trait where he turns the most vicious villainesses into the most docile people who desire nothing more than his attention.

Nobody knows how or why he does it (neither does Jaune) but every since it became common knowledge, Teams RWBY and JNPR have been pushing him to the frontlines of these women as their first line of defense.

Salem: WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TONIGHT~?

Jaune: Home?

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Salem: (Letting Adrian crawl on her)

Jaune: (Grabbing Ruby) RUBY, PLEASE! I can't do this anymore! She's scaring me to death! I just watching my nephew crawl into her mouth and climb out of the back of her head! It's horrible! IT'S ALL HORRIBLE! You've got to get me out of here! Please, please, PLEASE tell me you found away to seal her away or something!

Ruby: (Couldn't think of anything in time) Uhuh... Uh... Well... We've been, um... thinking... Maybe you dating the literal QUEEN OF ALL GRIMM isn't so bad?

Jaune: WHAT?!

Ruby: Just give us a little more time, Jaune! Just... Just keep calm! She seems nice and... not very violent. Heh heh heh... Hang in there! You can manage another week... right?

Salem: (Sleeping in bed, Cuddling Jaune)

Jaune: (Can't sleep out of fear) F U C K .

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Ruby: We did it, Jaune! Salem is finally sealed away! You can come out now! It's safe! Are you okay?

Jaune: (Haunted look in his eyes) THE SCENT OF DEATH HAS STAINED ME. IT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE. I HAVE SEEN SO MANY THINGS THROUGH HER BOTTOMLESS EYES...

Ruby: So, uh... Hey, Jaune, um... Now that you're free, uh... We were hoping you would help us calm down the High Leader of the White Fang~?

Jaune: (Thinking) These girls are trying to kill me.

[spaceprincessleia]

Rebels with(out) a cause

Here are some points I want to talk about regarding Vel, Cinta and storytelling:

It’s Vel’s story, not Cinta’s (Intention)

Vel in season 1 – and Cinta

What kind of story did we get?

The mess (Outcome)

The impact of queerness and race on the story we got

The story we should have got (Fix)

My conclusion

Feel free to dive into 1269 words of analysis. Good luck if you do.

Disclaimer: This is just an opinion and doesn't consider every aspect ever. Also, I don't read (many) interviews with people involved in the show or listen to/watch analyses. I really just had an itch to write down my thoughts, and they turned into ... many thoughts.

Also, this is an analysis that points out storytelling flaws. I love Vel and Cinta deeply, their story overall makes much more sense than the parts that could/should have been better, and I'll forever be happy that we got these characters and their relationship.

It’s Vel’s story, not Cinta’s

Andor introduces us to characters at important moments in the rebellion. Backstories are often reduced to minimal context (except for Cassian’s, because he’s the main character).

One of these stories is about a “rich girl” who walks away from privilege and wealth to fight the Empire directly – unlike a politician working from within the Senate. That’s an angle we haven’t really seen before, and we explore it through Vel – why did someone with her background join the fight?

To tell that story, Tony Gilroy created Cinta as Vel’s narrative foil, aka a marginal role and not a fully independent character. So, she wasn’t written for more screen time or deeper development; we were never meant to learn how she joined the rebellion, where she came from, or how she and Vel met.* Also, Cinta’s angle isn’t one we haven’t seen before.

* If anything, we do know why Vel and Cinta are (were) in a relationship: to contrast the protagonist, Vel, to highlight her choices, conflicts and growth. That’s not the in-character explanation for their love that we want, of course, but a meta explanation – the relationship exists for the story’s structure, because that’s how Tony decided to tell it.

Vel in season 1 – and Cinta

In season 1, we see two sides of Vel: she’s trying to become a leader and find her place in the rebellion (emphasis on trying), and she’s in love with Cinta. She wants both, but clearly struggles to find balance. Cinta is the opposite: she knows exactly why she fights and puts the rebellion first.

After the Aldhani heist, Vel and Cinta are worlds apart, both literally and figuratively. Vel ends up on Coruscant, no longer looking like a ground soldier, while Cinta returns to her role on the frontlines. Their priorities contrast as well: Vel becomes more caught up in her emotions, while Cinta remains focused on the rebellion.

We learn a little bit more about Vel, too, through Mon, Cinta and Perrin (for example that she’s Mon Mothma’s cousin, that she comes from a life of wealth and privilege, and that she grew up in a conservative, possibly homophobic society).

By the end of season 1, the focus is very much on Vel and Cinta’s relationship, and not on just Vel and her “why.”

What kind of story did we get?

Instead, Vel’s relationship with Cinta became the main point of her character – and the exploration of her “why” disappeared. The story focused almost entirely on their dynamic, and as a result, Cinta evolved into more than “just” a narrative foil. She became a character, and the one with more narrative clarity.

Therefore, many of us expected to see both of them grow/change individually in season 2 as well as a conclusion to their relationship.

And we did get both in season 2: they changed, and they found balance. They could love each other and still work well as a team dedicated to a common cause.

So far, so good, right? *record scratch* Well ... no, actually.

The mess

There are three points here that add to the mess of Vel and Cinta’s arc, in my opinion:

Firstly, all of Vel and Cinta’s character growth happened off-screen during the time skips. There’s no build-up to the conclusion of their arc, it’s resolved in minimal screen time. Vel’s core motivation is still unknown and it can’t be explored through her relationship with Cinta, since Cinta is killed off in episode six. Wasn’t exploring Vel’s core motivation the whole point of her character though?

Secondly, If Cinta’s death was supposed to become Vel’s “why,” the missing part in her arc, then that doesn’t work. Vel isn’t a new recruit, motivation doesn’t come after you’ve already committed, and if Vel only really starts fighting because of Cinta’s death, it reduces everything Vel did before.

And thirdly, things get even more complicated when we address what we haven’t yet: Vel and Cinta are a queer love story, with Cinta portrayed by a queer woman of color. And all of this matters, whether it was intentional or not.

The impact of queerness and race on the story we got

Tony tells a story here that generally works regardless of gender, sexuality or race. There’s nothing wrong with creating a marginal role (like a narrative foil) and even killing them off to advance another character’s arc.

But stories don’t exist in a vacuum. Even if the focus isn’t on identity, they become part of the story, and should be considered within the story (the vacuum) as well as the context of the real world.

Andor touches on queerness beyond just the portrayal of a same-sex relationship: for example with the line “Everyone has their own rebellion,” delivered by a queer character from a conservative, possibly homophobic society.

While the line refers to people from different backgrounds who join the rebellion for different reasons, a queer audience will pick up on a more specific meaning in that context, too. Because to many, being queer is a “rebellion” against the norms of a heteronormative society.

Additionally, the marginal character whose primary role is to support the development of a protagonist is portrayed by a queer woman of color, and the protagonist is white.

Considering both of these aspects, Tony Gilroy tapped into a long, painful tradition in media: queer women of color are often sidelined, underdeveloped or killed off to serve the arcs of others.

The story we should have got

Now, could the pain over Cinta’s death have been avoided? No. It would always have hurt fans who were invested in her and Vel’s relationship. But could the mess around that pain have been avoided? Partially, yes. Better storytelling choices regarding both Vel and Cinta could have made it less frustrating. Still, with so much character development skipped over through time jumps, some level of dissatisfaction may have been inevitable.

For me, the best fix would have been to

stay true to the original narrative purpose of Vel’s character, and

show Vel and Cinta’s development on screen, over time, in season 2.

The reveal of “why” Vel chose to fight the Empire should have been the primary focus of her arc. We’re shown her commitment, but not the core reason behind it. And that’s not a small thing: Vel would feel much more complete as a character with a defined motivation.

That missing “why” could have been explored through her contrast with Cinta. Vel is portrayed as someone who chooses to join the fight. Cinta, meanwhile, had no choice: her life was destroyed by the Empire, her “why” is clear.

Vel and Cinta’s journey to find balance in their relationship is a story I love with all of my heart. It could have grown alongside Vel’s personal arc, not replace it, and it could have honored Cinta’s character with more narrative space.

Conclusion

There’s still much more that could be analyzed and debated – but the bottom line is:

In my opinion, Tony Gilroy lost sight of his original intention with Vel: exploring her perspective and the reasons she chose to join the fight against the Empire.

Additionally, his casting and writing choices needed to be handled with more awareness.

Because of this, Cinta deserved more screentime and narrative space in season 2, even if she was always intended to be a foil and her death planned from the start.

And due to the timing of Cinta’s death in the storyline, it could never have meaningfully served as Vel’s “why” anyway.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[bittersweetresilience]

reading year in review

companion post to my writing year in review... thank you @teafig for tagging me in this fun new variation and also always being so sweet... i did more than one for some months because i really have. so. many. bookmarks.

serious active interests at the time, sleeper fandoms or genres or pairings

JANUARY

The Arowana by chesslyfe5eva (Danganronpa, 6,486 words)

When Kiyotaka is born, his grandfather gifts the new parents a baby arowana.

i know, i know. danganronpa fic on here and it's not even komaeda. but this one is so insane it grips me. i've never so enjoyed reading about original characters.

The Dog, Untrained by Anonymous (Disco Elysium, 12,950 words)

An exploration of those Cuno has lost, those he's gained, and those he can't let go.

this and the arowana are both from nemali bookmarks and oh. my. god. they possess me. non linear narratives. minor character character studies.

annotated by ritsukies (Miraculous Ladybug, 4,351 words)

Félix and Marinette share a quiet moment together in the shared space of Adrien's bedroom.

JANUARY WAS FELINETTE MONTH FOR THE COSHRIMPERS. all the fics in this series are killer but this one specifically eats my brain. reminds me of the first few picnics... the start of spouse house...

FEBRUARY

Blueberry passion fruit by @ninadove (Miraculous Ladybug, 5,486 words)

He walked up to the counter, because he could not think of anything else to do. For all those times he had rehearsed their reunion, he had failed to consider the most obvious scenario: Adrien might want to run away once more.

this fic was notable to me because it was the first time i had enjoyed a coffee shop au in quite a while. i did fall a little in love with nina writing.

MARCH

sailor's knot by nailgunstigmata (Dungeon Meshi, 5,345 words)

The dangers of the dungeon are plentiful. Some of them are of the moral kind.

FUCKED UP CHILAIOS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME. this is the fic i remember blowing me away, briefly but for realsies.

APRIL

The Only Love We Keep by @nemaliwrites (Miraculous Ladybug, 6,935 words)

Five times Zoé’s love wasn’t reciprocated, and one time it was.

i'm obsessed with nemali fic. i almost put in pursuit of the uneatable too. this one obliterates me especially. i love zoé so dearly.

Terrycloth Mother by rowdymouse (Earthbound, 4,325 words)

Tony's faced with a hard task: providing Jeff all the love he never got and desperately needs.

i read this fic and it was so good and so chilling it immediately shot onto my all time favorite fanfiction list.

MAY

in the light of the red moon by @purplecatghostposts (Miraculous Ladybug, 29,317 words)

Félix succeeds in bringing Marinette back. Adrien, Kagami, and Marinette are now trapped in an empty world, unless they can either convince Félix to bring everyone back, or do it themselves. Meanwhile, Félix slowly learns of the consequences of pushing the Miraculous of Emotion past its limits.

i can't say more that this fic is literally my émotion dream fic. it's everything i ever wanted for félix.

My choice, despite everything by dezzert (Honkai: Star Rail, 88,188 words)

Episodes of Gepard and Sampo throughout the years, and what they learn about themselves through each other.

such a well written character and relationship study. i was never that into sampard in the first place but this fic makes me understand it.

JUNE

in the heat of the moment by sesame_seed (Honkai: Star Rail, 4,273 words)

Jing Yuan tries not to mind. His instincts are the least important part of him, after all.

AAAAAAAA RENJING TIME RENJING TIME RENJING TIME FINALLY. i'm getting emotional about it. this is one of the first renjing fics that inspired me to write my own renjing. i recommend all of this author's fics, especially on the beach and sandalwood and ash.

only the mountain remains by questioningly (Honkai: Star Rail, 10,195 words)

Ever since his return from the frontlines, Jing Yuan has been acting strange, and Dan Feng and Yingxing can't seem to figure out why.

this one's jingrenheng and it won't happen again but holy shit. i remember texting autumn about a particular line in this one, about yingxing having sex with jing yuan being just one of the ways in which he will live forever, and i'm still breathless about it. holy shit.

Sweet Dreams by vahveroinen (Honkai: Star Rail, 1,059 words)

Sunday teaches Aventurine a lesson.

i wish i had done penacony in july because this is too many fics but alas, i read my way through, like, 10 different tags in june. if i'm limiting myself to one aventurine fic it's this one. i forgot i loved somnophilia until i read this fic.

JULY

在路上 by Sweetie_tianyang (Honkai: Star Rail, 221,914 words)

艾利欧的剧本已然走到终点，在死亡如期而至前，刃想最后做一件事情。

i've been translating this fic for over three months now. it's one of my favorite fics ever and i need everyone to read it right now. it is the DEFINITION of renjing. also, i actually bookmarked it on june 30 but reading took a while and i obviously kept thinking about it and i don't have any other favorites in july. sorry to all the june fics i had to skip.

AUGUST

What Real Human Beings Do by @nemaliwrites (Miraculous Ladybug, 1,029 words)

There are ghosts living inside of you.

nemali, i think we should marry.

人不如猫糕 by breaddog003612 (Honkai: Star Rail, 8,845 words)

景元领养了芝麻酥跟糯米团后，某日跟前男友电刀调情被两只猫糕看到了……

you ever love an author so much they unlock your bestiality kink. every time i get an update from this author i get so happy. i love all of this author's jing yuan harem fics and renjing scenes. blade having a child kink is so so SO unbelievably true. i have to lie down about this.

for the hope of it all by @asukiess (Miraculous Ladybug, 9,000 words)

"in five years, there’s a house on the water. adrien’s fumbling with the rope knot keeping our sailboat tied to the dock. you’re watching him from the sand.” a pause, and then: “alive, i might add.”

autumn writing so good it makes you realize you have to read more classic literature to keep up.

SEPTEMBER

不xx就出不去的房间 by Acat3 (Honkai: Star Rail, 26,389 words)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA okay i admit i have only fully read the renjing chapter of this fic but by god i have reread it constantly. feiyuan too. i need to be more horny.

To bring back the fire in her eyes by @ninadove (Miraculous Ladybug, 2,074 words)

“No drink for you tonight,” Colt announced, the triumphant accent thundering down her spine. “It’s bad for the baby.”

obsessed with this fic and also its sequel. amélie. horror. amélie.

OCTOBER

性与爱的莫比乌斯环 by Acat3 (Honkai: Star Rail, 15,946 words)

this fic is so balls to the walls crazy it actually makes me sick. it's so good. i'm frothing at the mouth over it. it's horrible. i love it. please give me more of it immediately. this is also the fic that unlocked freak time with ishi ni sun and for that i will sloppy it infinity.

waiting room by @mostmagical (Mass Effect, 6,565 words)

When Shepard wakes up after everything, Garrus isn't there. And neither is anyone else.

my favorite nicole mass effect fic... it does remind me of 大鱼 but most of all it reminds me of my mostbeloved. and character study.

NOVEMBER

Alma de araña by @ninadove (The Shadow of the Wind, 2,177 words)

The boy you’ll die for peels away from his thoughts, and smiles.

nina writing has been consistently stunning me but this fic was truly a masterpiece. a plus plus plus. you will enjoy whether or not you know the book series.

i don’t want this to end, i just wanna be your friend by bishakespeare (Night in the Woods, 4,414 words)

Five times Casey saved Gregg and one time Gregg couldn’t save Casey.

uuuUUUUUGGGGGHHAAAAUUUUAAAAAUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAA. i got extremely crazy about night in the woods again, if briefly, and this fic. this fic is everything.

call & response by MOKANA (The Bright Sessions, 30,302 words)

Damien sleeps with every character: the fic.

i CANNOT overstate how good this is. porn with narrative and character study. got me reading top damien. lord almighty.

DECEMBER

reasons to stay by sulkybender (Arcane, 1,927 words)

After a while, he starts to think about reasons to live.

i have to sink my teeth into all of this author's fics. prose so good it opens up the world for me.

aside from my beloved friends whom i happened to tag already, hauling @isabugs @celestialtitania @monpetitchattriste @blur0se @heartfulselkie @coffeebanana into this. show me the fics, spouses.

[ghosthoard]

If Wild dies

*ahem* so i'm writing a fic right now where Wild just straight up perishes, dead as a doorknob, literally a corpse. and as I write Warriors's POV (the guy that he is) he realizes: "huh we're kinda fucked" bc we're in Wild's era without Wild which means how are we going to know where we're going especially since his slate doesn't open to anybody else but him (which is different in different fics but for mine it won't open unless it's keyed to someone by purah).

here are a list of problems if Wild were to die:

no food! at all! it was all in that ding dang slate

no cook! can these boys cook to save their lives? just barely sure, they can make simple things, like fish on a stick, meat on a stick, vegetables on a stick with a sprinkle of salt maybe even pepper if they're feeling adventurous. porridge? some berries in the wilderness they'd have to test if they're poisonous or not. also no variety anymore. they don't have the time or resources to learn to cook other things. warriors is grateful it's still better than the rations they had during the war

less time! they gotta hunt and forage for. every. single. meal now, and then figure out what to cook. wild and his slate saved them so much time on getting the ingredients, figuring out what to cook in the first place, a skilled cook can also prepare and finish cooking in less time than an amateur.

morale! their brother is dead, but also every time they're struggling to get food and eating something they've scrounged together and doesn't taste good at all, they're reminded of that same dead brother, who woulda suspected that would happen. and something Warriors points out is that having good warm food was amazing for their morale. now it's gone

lost! without the era's native link and that damn slate, how are they going to figure out where to go. they're in the middle of nowhere! they'd eventually find a road but before that they could very well run into a lynel or a field of guardians maybe or wander into an area with lightning storms without preparation, they'd probably forget about the blood moon until it's too late too.

big! Wild's era is huge. they're lost, they have to think of how to feed themselves which again means less time, they're not getting anywhere quick enough anymore. if they land in wild's era it'd take more time finding out why they were sent there, more time finding out how to get to where they need to be, less time to save the people of Wild's era

their only potion brewer! i don't see this being a big thing in most LU fics, but Wild can make elixirs! things to make people faster, hit harder, more defense, more stamina, heal! he'd be a huge help to Hyrule in both healing and to recuperate his magic

their best archer! Wild is their eye in the sky, their long range support, they're used to an arrow taking down threats they didn't notice were there, or trusting Wild to take down foes as they fight. what happens when that's suddenly gone? fatal mistakes. none of the others are that exceptional with archery to replace him and the only one i can think of is twilight with his mask but twilight is such a heavy hitter they need him on the frontlines. how would their strategies be redrawn to make up for Wild's gaping absence

which all got me thinking: what other eras would be a nightmare for them if the native Link died?

I think for sure, top of the list, the winner, is Wind. they'd be absolutely in a pickle if Wind wasn't there with them. legend would probably take over in sailing, but boy he'd sure hate that if you know what i mean (everyone knows what I mean). losing their youngest would be a huge blow as well

but also, in a completely different, opposite pain, they would have a significantly easier time in Hyrule's era if he were to be dead bc the monsters wouldn't be chasing them. again, legend would hate that whole situation. also imagine losing their only healer.

i think the others' eras are relatively familiar to other links (unlike wild's) or not as different of a landscape (unlike wind's) and not as hostile (unlike hyrule's) to affect them too much.

( i completely forgot about Sky's era! but honestly i can't see him dying in general since he has to be king of hyrule and all that? but if he did yea i think it'd be pretty difficult for the others in his era)

also I've never played the games (except BOTW) and all my knowledge is from fandom so forgive me if I'm wrong about some things! let me know if there's a detail I don't know that would change stuff, i'm curious! but also any other thoughts would be interesting to read too!

also also if anyone is interested in the fic that started this thought process here's a link

[windupnamazu]

lulun's ffxiv 2024 wrapped!!!!!!!

woah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my. fc got me. a GAMER COMPUTER?!?!??!??!?!?! SNIFFLE ..

i got SUPER BACK INTO MODDING with dt!!!!!!!! its easier and more fun than ever!!!!!!!!!! i still dont know how weights work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I FINALLY GOT BIG FISH!!!!!! im still working on the final fish but ill get there eventually owo)9

i got three lines in wt for the first time!!!!! i sold a coat for gil!!!!!

we cleared p12s! not as current content but you Still have to learn a bunch of mechanics!!! this is important because now ive forced oomfies hand and our woloc ship is canon MWAHAHAHAHA

WOAH WE CLEARED M4S AS CURRENT CONTENT this was a big one for me cause i havent reached a fourth floor since eden's promise :') but in dt we finally(!!!!!!) have a static!! and friends who can sub for us!!!! so we dont have to pf anymore which is how i kept getting burnt out before the 3rd floor in each tier of pandaemonium!!!!!!!

i went to a con!!! as The Adult to my younger siblings!!! i have really severe agoraphobia and anxiety so this was a really monumental thing for me TwT and they didnt have a single ffxiv thing there!!!!!

coco cocoda got turned into a shrinkydink

i made wol photocards :)

we went to pom west!!!! fc meetup!!!!!

i made my g'raha tia itabag 2.0 after a major part of 1.0's bag unceremoniously disappeared somewhere in downtown toronto during pom east last year :')

went into an ultimate for the first time (uwu) and now my static's progging fru!!! (we're trapped in dd)

completely redecorated our fc house!!!!!! i have to say i popped tf off but i dont have a nice screenshot of it

we went into cod chaotic with 23 beloved oomfs and oomfs-in-law!!! there were a lot of people. it was really scary but it was FUN they really werent lying that cod do be chaotic

i overhauled half my wol roster cause i decided it needed more yaoi and i was right

i organized six flash zines for my besties bdays featuring their ffxiv ocs!!!!!!!! heres what i consider some of my Greatest Hits ...

i could literally have every job at 100 by new years if i wanted... i might just do that ..! i probably could have had it done before 7.1 released but i got lazy and stopped doing roulettes and i leveled my last like, 6 jobs exclusively through frontlines. this is bad because i saved nin for last because i actually really like nin and wanted to have something fun to end off my leveling with but i havent been PLAYING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

next year i would like to clear fru :) and keep raiding with my friends!! and i hope my mental health improves!!!! i hope i challenge myself to go outside more!!!!! no. i Will. challenge myself to go outside more!!!!!!!!! i hope b'ig nunh explodes. im going to do my best to step out of my comfort zone more and more next year!!! im going to talk more with people outside of my core friendgroup and im going to do more content and im gonna DRAW!!!!! a couple of us are hoping to table a con this year so im going to do my best!!!!!!!! i will!!!!!! YAY

[mychlapci]

hi sunstreaker anon (the one who sent you the smash or pass) i have not stopped thinking about his rancid ass since i first stumbled across his wiki page so you get to bare witness to my insanity!

so like.... sunstreaker would be a prissy bitch in bed. i think we can all agree that his ass would constantly be complaining about something

"oh don't touch me there, you'll scratch my finish" or "if you go any harder it'll be difficult to buff out the paint transfers" he would do literally anything other than admit he's a kinky motherfucker who enjoys being roughed up.

this leads to most bots assuming that he doesn't want to get fragged, bc his general personality and reputation as a brutal frontliner combined means that when he says "no" (even if he doesn't really mean it and just wants to play hard to get), he really does mean "no" and then everyone leaves him alone.

sooooo here's my idea. fucking glory hole. for uh.... morale purposes.... it's anonymous and those who sign up remain unknown to the rest of the army and by this point sunstreaker has gotten real desperate, like leaking behind his panels whenever someone on the battlefield manages to rough him up kinds of desperate. and well... he'd let whatever con got a hold of him in a fight get a lick at his valve but he's conveniently never alone and someone is always there to save him. so he's really fucking pissy from lack of getting spike

so he signs up for the glory hole, bc what the fuck else is he supposed to do besides suffer

and it goes soooo well. sunstreaker spends the whole night getting his valve pounded into oblivion, without anyone worrying about pissing him off from going at it too hard. he ends the solar cycle with transfluid dripping out of him and a processor that's been so thoroughly fucked that he needs to take a good hour or so to properly get back into his own mind.

bonus points if he's got piercings (you know he does), that line his valve and conduct charger better. maybe even a stud pierced right through his anterior node with a chain attached to his valve lips so that whenever someone goes really hard, it makes him overload from sheer sensation alone.

in the following solar cycles, everyone notices how nice he's been as of late and start treating him a little better, maybe someone starts to catch onto his games and then they fuck nasty in a supply closet or something extra bonus points if the bot also used the glory hole and recognises the wonderfully plush mesh lining and the pretty golden gems pierced through the valve lips

anon, you are slowly making me positively insane about Sunstreaker.

Poor Sunstreaker, cursed with a kink that goes against everything he stands for. No one even offers to fuck him anymore, they either dislike him too much or are scared of him or someone told them what an absolute bitch he is in bed and they don't wanna deal with that. And all his no's are taken as hard no's, even if they're not, even if he's just trying to play a game. Sunstreaker is so horny all the time, he hasn't taken a real spike in ages, no one's even gotten to compliment the piercings he had done, and he's been getting increasingly desperate, so desperate that he'd let himself be pinned down by whatever non-descript decepticon he can find and pop open his panels open for them...

Sunstreaker resorting to a glory hole, pressing his pretty pussy against the hole in the wall of the stall and biting his lip as a thick spike is shoved into him without warning. They don't know who he is and he doesn't know who they are, so it's perfect. Sunstreaker can finally get fucked without restraint. His beautiful pieced valve gets split open on dozens of spikes, and soon enough the side of the wall is stained with his lubricant and loads upon loads of transfluid. The bots on the other side tug at his piercings and play with his pussy, they tease when they hear his engine revv from the other side of the wall...

I can't shake off the image of pretty, pristine Sunstreaker splayed over a filthy public toilet, his sore valve ruined and twitching as thick transfluid leaks out of him. He's overloaded so many times his legs refuse to work, he has to sit there and shake through the aftershocks, staring up at the cieling with a blissed out look on his face.

Mhmm, people recognizing Sunstreaker's pussy after that. They don't say anything but he knows they know when they start fucking him harder, treating him like a little whore <3

[leviathan--ships]

YOU 🫵.

🔥 7: In what ways does your f/o make you feel excited, giggly, happy, or positive?

❤️‍🩹 8. What is a deep or special memory between you and your f/o that means a lot to you/them?

🧠 9. What is something you love listening to your f/o talk extensively about, and what do they love hearing you elaborate on?

tell me about your twink bf who is so full from cigarettes please

AHHH! ME

He's died cause he ate to manie cigarettes 😨

[Link to original game] (answers under the cut of course)

🔥 - Dude it is so stupid how happy he makes me, he's literally just the definition of A Guy. I can't really explain it, I've always just liked those sorts of characters, and he's like, the epitome of them but with more flavor if that makes sense.

He's got good music taste, he's really funny, relatable, like, he's just so *gestures at nothing* y'know? I also may just be one of those fags, mayhaps 🤯

❤️‍🩹 - I think the one that always sticks out to me is when he went to get Franz's stuff back.

It's the first thing he did that made him seem safe compared to the others, especially because it wasn't just the important things like his computer and documents. It was the little things that made his apartment feel like it was his. Worn-out posters, CDs and tapes, bad movies, dumb little knick-knacks, bad photos he took when he was a kid, shit like that. It was clear he wasn't just doing a once over out of obligation, but that he spent a while going through everything and grabbing the things he'd want in if he was in the same situation.

And while he was scared at first, both from the knock on his door catching him off guard and opening it to see a guy he really didn't know and hadn't spoken to with two large bags filled with his stuff, it really did help separate him from the others in Franz's mind.

🧠 Dude, Franz legit would have his own little stool in Adam's darkroom to just sit and watch/listen to him work and yap about how all of it works. Especially now that he'd be able to shoot for more than sketchy stalking jobs and shitty gigs for Scott, he'd totally geek out about getting to do more artsy projects and using more than the cheapest film he could afford. Sure, it's complicated as hell, and he doesn't get all of the composition rules or chemistry behind developing, but seeing him get to be so open about it after years of his parents and friends putting it down and calling it stupid is well worth it.

Also, I will die on the hill that he's kind of an elitist industrial fan when it comes to music. Sure, he's not the type to call everyone who doesn't like the same music a poser, and most of the time, he's only half serious, but I think it'd lead to a ton of joke arguments.

Cause obviously Franz's taste is everything I like that would exist in and before 2007, which does not bode well in his favor. There's a lot they'd agree on, NIN, KMFDM, The Prodigy, Rammstein, some Depeche Mode probably, Einstrürzende Neubauten would be respectable, etc. And some of the new wave and other electronic stuff (Gary Numan, Wolfsheim, Keoki, Kraftwerk, etc.) wouldn't be terrible. But we have to be serious, the fact that he'd like shit like My Chem, FOB, Blink-182, Green Day, and other radio hits would NOT slide around Adam. I will not stand for emo Adam unless it's like, actually emotional hardcore, that man is only shown listening to Frontline Assembly, we have got to be real here. Of course, I'm sure there's some more mainstream stuff he'd like (obviously none of what I've mentioned is obscure besides like, maybe Einstrürzende, but you know what I mean), I've read at least one fic with him and Scott being into REM when they were teens, and I do like that one. Again, not a total "erm if they played more than one show 20 years ago where 5 people saw it and it was never recorded, I won't listen to it" kind of guy, but he's not just into radio shit. (Unlike some people *cough* me)

Oh, and I do think Franz is getting hit with the Devo beam, and unfortunately for him, I feel like that's just gonna end up with:

"Dude I don't get it, they're in stupid outfits, the music sounds like clown music, that guy's doing the worm standing up, like seriously-"

"No no no, you don't understand, there's a deep political message, 'Freedom of Choice' was a Carl's Jr ad that they're using to mock American consumerism while also turning it into a play on how people talk about all the change they want but can't get, but then complain about how its all too complicated and wish it was so easy, when they already have the ability to fix things if they'd just use it"

"Franz. Please. Look at what you're talking about, and then say that all over again"

"Nuh uh, you just don't get real music"

"THEY'RE QUOTING A TOILET PAPER COMMERCIAL WHILE MEOWING"

But it's all playful for the most part, and something they do really enjoy sharing with each other, even if it means Adam has to put up with "I Miss You" more often than he'd like.

I am not sorry for the yap fest, you asked and you shall receive.

[secret-engima]

@shadowdragongem asked: So I am reading through your Nox-verse tag again.  and my brain just seems to have Blood of my Blood verse constantly In the Background.  And I got to your first instance of Nox-verse Dissidia au.  and I started wondering how that would go over in Blood of my Blood verse.  because we have all of 3 royals in blood of my blood verse, and any combination of them getting split between the sides is going to result in Angst.

Dyn would probably wind up in 'and this one is too young to be here'  if he gets chosen, and it'd probably be his dad on the other side of things.  Noctis, who is Monstrously, Extremely protective and may, in fact, have lived through this plot before.  Who'd probably be the one on Spiritus' side, because even though he's a chosen, so was Dyn, before the wipe.  And I Cannot imagine Regis being summoned by Spiritus.  Noctis, though.  Noctis, who faced his foe and basically erased him from existence.  Who is where he is because he fought his Gods.  I think that might fit Spiritus' criteria fairly well.

And there's Regis.  Who, whether he's chosen or not, would be dealing with some Trauma during this.  Because he lost his son to kidnapping once already, it being Gods who are kidnapping him and / or his son / grandson does not make it better.  He's either watching via Crystal Vision and Freaking Out, or he was summoned and these people try to tell him he has to fight his family.  That whoever got summoned on the other side as his enemy is evil.

This would probably end with Noctis and / or Regis either contemplating killing these gods or trying to kill these gods.  Because there is no scenario where this family takes this event well.

Me: this would 100% be a barely containable disaster. Noctis would definitely be summoned by Spiritus, and the only way to make this Slightly less of a disaster would be if Dyn is also summoned by Spiritus because of what his soul has been through even if he doesn’t remember. Everyone picture the OUTRAGE of Materia’s warriors when they stumble on Noctis on the field, with his tiny son in a makeshift baby backpack, literally bristling with weaponry and running on pure feral energy. Noctis is ready to obliterate ANYTHING. He’s already obliterated at least two of Spiritus’s other warriors because they got too close to Dyn/looked at his son wrong.

The warriors of Materia are SO CONCERNED??? why is there a teenager and a CHILD here??? Like Onion Knight is a child, but he’s also very mature for his age and wearing armor/wielding a sword. Dyn is a wide-eyed, teary eyed smol. He should not be here. Someone dares to approach from Materia’s side of the field and is probably surprised by Noctis not attempting to skin them. It’s only because Noctis knows them from the last time he did this and is willing to trust them. At least some of them, the ones he spent the most time with last time. So that would be ... Firion and Warrior of Light iirc.

I am torn on if it is more fun for Regis to be forced to watch through Crystal Vision or if he’s HERE, and forced to fight alongside his son/forced to THINK about why his son and grandson was apparently summoned by the god of *chaos* instead of order. :3

If Regis is here, Noctis cries in guilty relief to see him. If he’s not but watching on Crystal Vision, then Regis will see how Noctis reacts to these strangers from other worlds and be- concerned by how easily and quickly Noctis folds into the ranks of these soldiers, kings, warriors, and thieves. The ones he chooses to trust near Dyn probably seem very eclectic, even if Noctis probably refuses to let Dyn out of his sight.

Noctis is also a LOT stronger than he was the last time around, so when it comes time to fight the world eater, Noctis probably stays back? He has Dyn and he’s not going to frontline, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t useful.

And Regis watches with his heart breaking in his throat as Noctis raises his hands and glows so bright his skin cracks open with it, eyes glowing easily as bright as the eyes of the gods of this world as he rains ghostly blades and fire from the sky upon the world eater. Regularly pulsing out healing spells for allies that sweep like waves across the field to reach them despite the distance.

When Noctis and Dyn are delivered home, he immediately locks himself in his room and only lets his Retinue in to see him. Not even Regis allowed in until Noctis has had time to cuddle his son and cry and calm down (until Noctis can fully put away the howling dragon in his soul that is the reason Spiritus called him instead of Materia this time).

[benschwartzcinematicuniverse]

Haven’t done a non-Schwartz post in awhile. Since I started my side blog probably. But this is

Important

Happy (early!) birthday @hoybero!!

The kid got to cross state lines to go see their fave close out a killer 4 band lineup. The soon-to-be legendary Boy Hero was incredible and hb got to watch from the frontlines while he removed his jacket and revealed that he was wearing the friendship bracelet hb gave him before the show. I’ll let the kid rave and scream about every cool thing he did and I’ll post the video of his entire set somewhere later for anyone who’s interested, but here’s a quick peek at how close we were….

No barrier *gasp* I literally had to kneel to get him in frame. He was so kind and his set was absolute fire. Every band killed it last night. My body is screaming in pain trying to remind me that I’m about to be 40 soon, but holy shit my heart it full

Link to Mr. Hero’s playlist is here. It includes the song Lifeless, Like You which I highly recommend you go hear live as soon as we can hype this man up and get him on tour!! So please, listen through that playlist and pick a favorite and get it to a billion streams or so. Thanks. Until then, catch him on Twitch playing magic or strumming for Scene Queen on her next run!

One more pic because I cannot hold it in. Here he is singing right to hb and you can see the bracelet on his arm 😭

Okay. This has been a non Schwartz post. Apologies or you’re welcome, whichever applies

[syrupspinner]

ive been playing a lot of Marvel Rivals lately

i can explain

so i know i prop myself up as like, The Indie Game Gal. that playing singleplayer indie stuff is like, my whole thing. well, i enjoyed overwatch when it first came out, for some reason. i stopped playing pretty quick when i realized i wasnt having fun, i was just making myself play more matches for the lootboxes. also the community was kinda shit. anyway, rivals seems like its got the fun factor without... as much baggage

so the first thing i noticed is the monetization. the thing that always keeps me away from live service games, especially free to play games, is that theyre almost always designed around tricking you into spending money on a game you hate. ive done this song and dance with cookie run before: "isnt it annoying that youre not really progressing that fast, and we're making you wait to play the game more, and theres too much locked content? well, you can stop playing this unfun game by giving us money!" has always been stupid to me. why would i give you money to make the game less unfun, when i can simply stop playing the unfun game for free? if you are designing a game to trick players into paying to skip frustrations, whats stopping them from just... not?

so thankfully, theres nothing here that impacts gameplay. if you turn textures off, the experience of a first-time f2p player will be identical to a whale. i dont play a lot of live service stuff so im not sure how standard of a practice this is, but... no, im not gonna praise something for the bare minimum.

thats not to say there isnt the stink of live service bullshit. theres still daily challenges and a battlepass, but you can buy some (but not most) battlepass items with purple currency you earn from these challenges, which can include the blue currency you use to buy shop items, and the yellow currency that you use to buy the luxury battlepass or convert to blue currency, but watch out because the purple currency expires when this battlepass is over. fuck this. fuck all of this. we all know the only reason theyre doing this is to obfuscate the cost of things and trick people into spending more money

so my advice is to literally completely ignore all of it. never open the store or battlepass menu. the literal only measurable effect this will have on your gameplay experience will be improvements. you wont be tricked into pouring more time into the game than you want to for some carrot-on-a-stick pittance of funny money. nobody cares about your sprays or your skins.

okay. now we may talk about the video game.

...its really fun. its got that sauce where all the characters are pretty easy to learn, but they have well-designed kits that let you get creative and play into their niche.

for example, my dps main is squirrel girl, a character rated 1/5 on difficulty. her abilities are jumping a lot higher, and throwing something that locks the opponent in place for a bit. she can also eat an acorn that lets her do both of those again. this is very simple, but theres still a lot you can do. because her projectiles are arced explosives, its great for hiding behind something and picking away at crowds. this means shes surprisingly good as a sniper, since her jump lets her both get in to high positions and get out of dodge in a panic. this also makes her a great flank character, since her high damage can let her take a lot of enemies out before they realize the damage isnt coming from the frontlines.

every character (except black widow, lmao) is like this, where they have really solid builds that let them excel at something specific while still allowing for player freedom. moon knight is another example, where his ankh gives him great utility as a sniper, a flanker, and just about any other word that means "taking the enemy by surprise" while also being great for frontline crowd control.

uh... thats kinda all you need, i think. the fundamentals of a hero shooter are its characters, and if you nail those then youre golden. the maps are all fine, the aesthetic is great, this game's base is great

it is also a multiplayer game. as a counsellor in training its basically mandatory for me to say that the brain "fully developing" is a myth so misguided i hesitate to even call it pop-psychology. that being said, i was a very stupid teenager for a lot of reasons, so im gonna say that my time playing overwatch (2016-2018 for those curious) doesnt count. i didnt really engage with the community, and my gameplay wouldve been the same if everyone but me was a bot. here im actually doing my best to interact with others

i got to gold-III on comp, and the difference between that and quick play is kinda staggering. im not gonna be the douchebag that says casual doesnt count, thatd be stupid, but if you have a good team comp vs a bad team comp its like a different game

why does nobody want to play tank? i think its because a lot of people dislike slow defensive play, but like, penni parker is really fun and strategic. i havent played the others but, uh. magneto looks cool i think?

anyway what im saying is i get why most quick play matches end up with me as the only tank, or as one of 2 healers while everyone else goes dps. those are the fun ones. i want to get better with stormand my first thought was to take her through some low-stakes quick play, but im not gonna be the 5th dps

but dude, when things line up and theres a balanced team that plays well together, it kicks ass. and that only really happens in comp, or if you get a ream of people together in discord

and honestly? the matchmaking is kinda fucked. in my climb to gold this season i had so many games that were an unfun wash in either direction. either our team dominated with no resistance or we couldnt get a word in edgewise, it was bizarrely eclectic

this leads into how im kinda surprised there werent a lot of ragers? back when i played overwatch, i tried playing mercy (the only good healer) literally once ever. when i tried i got singled out and told over the mic that i need to stop playing. i was terrified of playing support in rivals as a result, but not only is healer way easier than the medi-beam structure by just making your basic attacks heal AND do damage based on if they hit an enemy or a teammate (and everyone seems designed around healing the team), people just seem... nicer?

its not perfect, ive gotten people saying the our wolverine was trash and that our team sucks, but like 8/10 times its been pretty alright. but god DAMN people dont seem to understand that for a payload to move forward you should probably stand close to it, where are you guys going

final verdict. it is fun. my id is 1623948266 hit me up

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 298, Replies Part 2

1) “Ok who the fuck left his bed into a random corner of a hallway? Because look at that shit, that place is too big to be a room.”- Given his role as a vital hero fighting against TomurAFO’s rampage for as long as he did, and the stalling that he and Izuku’s efforts produced against the widespread rampage he’d have unleashed otherwise, it’s not unreasonable to assume Bakugou got a personal hospital room to recover in, presumably the same as the other 1A students did as well. Of course, the other unspoken reason is that the class as a whole is now the second-most priority target on AFO’s list, right below Izuku himself… 2) “ALSO WERE YOU FUCKERS JUST HANGING OUT IN THE CORNER WAITING FOR HIM TO WAKE UP?”- I mean, not like they can go home anymore, not in these conditions. Leaving aside how unsafe the streets have become, it’d be leaving any one of the students open to being attacked by AFO’s minions in an effort to get to Izuku mentally whilst he’s trying to recover. The kids literally can’t leave the adult’s sight anymore, because there’s a psychopath out of their blood with a whole-ass army to command, so they’re effectively under siege in the hospital for now. (MHA ch 258)

3) “And here they are… The kids are marching towards the final battle, and even if they aren`t going to be directly at the front lines, we know its inevitable that they`ll see a lot of fighting.

They can`t escape the bloodshed unfortunately. There`s no saying how many of them will fall once this is over, but one thing is for sure, their innocence will not survive this.”- It did not. Despite their best efforts, the adults were unable to prevent the frontlines coming to them, and now, whilst the class overall seems to have not lost any members, the sheer loss of life and crippling injuries inflicted upon the adult heroes means that they might actually be the best fighting force of heroes left by now. Innocence is always a casualty of growing up, but it didn’t have to go like this. (MHA ch 259) 4) “Oh that we do, some more than others… Yeah, that was an horrible, horrible day for a lot of people, alright. Remember Ragdoll? Yeah, I haven`t forgotten about Ragdoll.”- And this day will be forever remembered as a far worse outcome than that, for all the heroes’ efforts and sincere attempts to minimise the bloodshed, AFO’s backup plans of Nomufying Tomura and Gigantomachia were simply too powerful for any of them to adequately contain, and now the chaos is in the streets and there’s nowhere safe to run anymore…

(MHA ch 259)

5) “Meanwhile, the whole class 1-A sans those two are posing for the sickest album of 2001, that or their funeral pic.”- They really got lucky to get away with their entire class still alive in the aftermath of this crisis. That said, the experienced adult heroes all having taken severe crippling injuries, died or otherwise had their numbers cut down means that they’re now the next line of defence between AFO and his plans to overrun the country and turn it into his criminal empire, and he has very much demonstrated that he won’t hesitate to kill any of them to get what he wants, especially Izuku. I’m worried the full class roster might not make it to the end of the story.

(MHA ch 263)

6) “Well, that would be easier if cementoss had sent the walls of the hotel in instead of out, but whatever, you guys prefer to risk yourself  you go ahead, but if any of the kids get hurt because of it I`ll be blaming you.”- If nothing else, the adult heroes at east ensured that the Villains went through them before they could get to the kids. It didn’t stop them in any way, because they’re just that monstrously powerful right now, but they laid down their lives to protect them before the kids could get seriously hurt. (MHA ch 263)

7) “Don`t worry Kaminari, the amount of death you`ll see today is nothing in comparison to all the death you`ll continue to see for the rest of your career as a hero. Hope you have a good therapist.”- Are you willing to bet money on that? Kaminari’s therapist is going to be working overtime not just with him, but all these traumatised kids. (MHA ch 279)

8) “Hey- It’s Gecko the Girl, long time no see… Also they are talking about monoma, who I forgot existed until this very moment and thus am now presuming is dead and buried alongside all those heroes back there.”- Monoma’s not dead yet, but I wouldn’t put good money on Vlad King still being around…and given that the adults are almost all entirely dead or broken, Momoma’s gonna be on the frontlines by necessity when the next big conflict happens… 9) “I mean, if Jeanist somehow came back, I don’t think being stabbed would put him down

unless you’re not an important character

you know

like Midnight

):  “- It helps that it was a fairly “thin” attack overall, with a clean, direct entry through Bakugou’s body, and relatively targeted. In contrast, imagine if he’s been hit with any of the massive blasts that AFO was unleashing at All Might in Kamino – there wouldn’t have been anything to treat afterwards.

10) “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GRAN TORINO HOW THE FLYING FUCK DID HE SURVIVED HE GOT FUCKING OBLITERATED AGAINST THE GROUND HIS SPINE WAS TURNED INTO FUCKING POWDER HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE HORIKOSHI”- Well, in Gran Torino’s case, it helps that the blow didn’t hit any of his lungs or heart- it just gouged straight through his intestines and out the other side. But you are correct about his spine taking a direct, shattering blow from that, which, given how his Quirk manifests, basically means his time as an active combat-capable hero is done. 11) “SHAME MIDNIGHT GOT SENT TO THE SHADOW REALM FOR THE UNFORGIVABLE SIN OF BEING A WOMAN I SUPPOSE”- Horikoshi undoubtedly does some amazing ladies as capable, interesting characters and combatants. That just makes it suck more when some of them bite the dust. 12) “I’M ASKING MYSELF THE SAME MIC, BUT YOUR GOD IS A CRUEL ONE. AND HERE I THOUGHT THAT FURUHASHI WAS THE ONE THAT WOULD BE DIFFICULT.”- And a reminder that Mic is still holding back on the news that Aizawa was the target in the attack that killed Shirokumo as well, just to spare his old friend some further grief after all that he’s suffered and lost in the war.

13) “Hell of a week this one isn’t it Zuko? You found out your brother is alive and he cares nothing about you but using your body to make your dad despair, your teacher gets killed before she can grade your papers, mineta continues alive and at large… truly some dark days”- Now the whole class gets to enjoy him in the angst trenches. Sure, he and Izuku are arguably in the muck deeper than the majority of them, but everybody’s been brought low by the events of the last week… and it’s only gonna continue downwards at this rate. 14) “…and I have a feeling the media outside is not there to praise you for almost dying to keep them alive (and in some cases actually dying for that) “- Frankly, I’m impressed by how well Horikoshi captured crowd mentality throughout this whole process. 15) “HORIKOSHI YOU FUCKING BASTARD YOU MADE MINA CRY I’M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN FOR SPORT YOU HEAR ME?”- We didn’t get to see it much, but Mina and some of the other girls were quite close to Midnight as a teacher, leaving aside the fact that several of them found her body. It’s…not gonna be easy to move past that. 16) “Yeah he also is dying over here dude, I tell you that”-  I mean, on the one hand, their demands are warranted, given the whole dirty laundry Dabi spilled, but on the other hand…the public needs some patience whilst Enji actually recovers from nearly dying out there, and so far, there’s not a lot of that going around. 17) “I didn’t even recalled that dude before this panel, but yeah, he was right on the money. I wonder if his quirk gave him some sort of light precognition, or if he was only accidentally correct.”-  Given that Dabi admitted he’d sent some of the villains after the Todoroki family (specifically Ending, but it’s also implied this guy too) it’s implied he told him or let him know the truth behind his real identity, and Starservant, being a homeless nobody with no real means of proving anything Dabi said or warning others appropriately (and a little bit crazy to start with), opted for a dramatic method of fighting Endevour in an effort to kill him before the number one hero became embroiled in a scandal, like Dabi wanted. Of course, Endevour just beat him and that played into Dabi’s plans anyway so… 18) “Oh hey there Hawks, so tell me, how’s your back going? That tan you got from Dabi was a bit brutal I tell you that.”- He’s no longer a fan of fried chicken meals anymore. 19) “You can’t win with Firepower, but perhaps you can win with Icepower, eh?

Sorry. Yeah I know, there’s no way to win against him on a straight battle. The only solution is a battle of attrition, make him spend all his power and die to his own flames. I’m afraid this is how Dabi is gonna go down, consumed by his own hatred.”-  However, that too would be a means of letting Dabi “win” in the end. Getting to go out on his terms, and no-one else’s, dying as a villain in a final blaze of glory as he scorns everything his father tried to create through killing his “masterpiece” before killing him too. In something of a parallel to Izuku’s wish to “save” Tomura, Shoto too now has a villain whom he wants to save, but who doesn’t want to be saved. 20) “I think that Toya would rather have you be the one to put him down rather than Endeavor. He can accept being killed by you, but he would never rest if Endeavor was the one to do so, unless Endeavor also died in the process.”- Actually, that’s inverted. As shown by Toya trying to self-immolate the both of them with flames hot enough to scorch Shoto, ecstatic to do so before Endeavour’s eyes, yet calling it off once he falls unconscious, he wants to die fighting Endeavour – burning himself up to nothing before his father’s eyes and forcing him to witness his insane son’s last moments as an unrepentant villain. In a way, he denies Shoto’s agency as a person unless it’s as a means of hurting their father with his death – he wants to kill“the masterpiece”, but he intends to out-live him only long enough to prove that he’s better than the successor his father chose before ending them both in his hellfire. 21) “HOW THE FUCK YOU TWO CAN’T STOP HIM YOU FUCKERS WHERE’S SERO HE COULD’VE TAPED HIM TO THE WALL”- Bakugou would have just dragged with wall with him. 22) “Yeah that’s what I would'e expected after the show he put up

Midoriya back to his roots by braking all bones in his body

Can’t wait for him to use his cast to punch AfO in the face”- Better hope the damage isn’t the kind that’ll handicap him in the next round, cause as we’ve seen, AFO will not play fair or let Izuku have a fair resting period. 23) “Things are truly going to hell right now in the country. An evil madman on the loose letting out dangerous criminals to do his evil bidding while the rich take advantage of the chaos to seize more power and slaving people under the guise of freeing them… Also things are not looking that bright in BNHA I tell you that.But, in both cases, the sun will rise again. As long as one good person still breaths, evil has not won. And they will fight to make sure that evil will not win no matter what.”- Fantasy can become our reality in both good and bad ways, it’s up to us to determine how it will turn out. @thelreads

[neurathsboat]

Medical Authority

This morning I was listening to the episode “Trauma and Chronic Illness” in the Frontline Herbalism podcast while walking outside. Nicole interviews her friend Amani about her experiences of and thoughts about trauma and chronic illness. Hearing from people who talks about living with disability and how this experience shapes their observation of the world and its affective landscape is often very humbling, informative, and enlightening to me. Amani’s story really highlights the entanglement of ableism and fragility, as what she calls the toxic positivity in modern capitalist society poisons all potentially genuine and authentic connections. People’s obsession with quick fixes and discomfort when confronted with vulnerability and call for accountability are so consistent that she comments,

“……basically, I sort of refer to myself as like a walking discomfort trigger, and I, because people in our society. We live in such a like quick fix society, very, very, oh my god, ableist society. People just want you to be better. And it's sometimes out of care, but sometimes just like out of ignorance. Like people just want things to be okay, just want to move on, just want to fix things. ……a lot of people can't sit with the discomfort that's triggered in them when someone like myself shares my experience and story. And I think that that's due to our like, fast paced, like, ridiculously, like, the bullshit, like, toxic positivity, like, just everything.”

And with this she depicted a whole epistemic system with people in it working together to make sure that respect is not a thing in care practices. I really appreciate their conversation about medical authority and the blatant mistreatment, belittling, and dismissal of patients shown by medical professionals that continuously retraumatizes people. This was exactly what happened to Zhu Ling and her family. Here’s Amani’s own testimony,

“……nine times out of ten, I get really, really mistreated and it's traumatic as fuck, and I'll talk about that in a minute, but people, when you have acute illness, you're treated literally like you couldn't be treated more differently in hospital. And of course you get these stories of dismissal and neglect all the time, like with acute illnesses, but you don't get the head fuckery as much as when you go in with chronic illness, you know your body, you know what you need, you know what's going on, and they just cannot handle that. And I'm never an arsehole, well, I sometimes can be an arsehole arsehole, but like, you know, most of the time I'm actually very polite with it, like I, because I know how to work them, I have, you have to stroke their ego, the medical professionals, like, you have to stroke their ego, you have to be so polite, you have to. Oh, it's a complete art and I've got it down. But even though I've got it down, like it doesn't mean I'm going to be treated well and that they can cope with me knowing what I need and knowing what's going on and knowing what I don't need and all this stuff. And I think that their egos, like I'm talking generally, like obviously, like I said, not everybody, but nine times out of 10, like a doctor or nurse's ego, like can't cope because of the system they're working in and they trained in. They cannot cope with a patient knowing what they need because they take it personally. As though I'm saying they don't know what, what to do, and that's never what I'm saying, you know, it's like, oh, it's exhausting.”

[j00d]

I'll throw my hat into this ring, why not.

"I think Lucifer needs some real character development in s2."

Yeah, that's... usually what happens when another season of a show comes out, thanks for stating the obvious.

"So far he hasn't learned from his mistakes."

We only have one season of the show so far, bud, and a host of other characters who need screen time too.

"He's only mad he got punished,..."

Hyperbolic. He's depressed, there's a difference. Hot Topic even sells him saying so on a t-shirt.

"It takes two to tango - humanity is at fault for taking the free will, and he's at fault for giving it out willingly to people who didn't know what to do with it."

I'm cackling, this logic is gold. I'll explain why, but I need to give a quick vocab lesson because this person just regurgitated a take without actually understanding what it means. I'll even screen cap it for you:

So what you're saying is that humanity was wrong for accepting autonomy over their lives, and Lucifer was wrong for giving them that chance? All because they wouldn't "know what to do with it"? That would just make humanity subservient to someone else like, oh... idunno... heaven, who also may or may not know what to do with other peoples' ability to choose.

Do... you not see how fucked that logic is? How heaven got mad at Lucifer for allowing their control over humanity slip?

HMMMMM.....

"Lilith is also just as scummy. She basically is his enabler. They both ruined Eve's life. I need more reason to sympathize with the Morningstars besides the fact they're Charlie's parents."

We know nothing about Lilith apart from the final scene of season 1 where she says nothing but looks displeased with Lute, and Eve's only mention in the entire show thus far is a) she ate the apple and b) Lucifer fucked her at some point. So I'll just say this: feel free to continue these opinions, but good luck being taken seriously by anyone outside of Tumblr and Reddit when you bring them up in a discussion.

Also, *ahem* season 2 hasn't even aired yet.

"He's the prince of pride and it shows, as he carries the worst parts."

This is Hell. He is Lucifer. The living, breathing embodiment of Pride. And you have the gall to say this as if he, idunno, SHOULDN'T carry the "worst parts" about it? This goes beyond watching the show, like... damn.

"He didn't go out onto the frontlines to defend Charlie. He only came when her life was being threatened because he's, at the end of the day, selfish and prideful. He only wanted to go "lol you got punk'd" at Adam."

"The only reason you're still here is because Daddy gave you and your Hellborn kind a pardon from an Exorcist blade." - Lute to Charlie, S1E1 "Overture"

AKA: He couldn't intervene unless a) he broke the agreement himself first (which would give Exorcists the right to start killing Hellborn) or b) an Exorcist broke the agreement first (which would give Lucifer the right to defend everyone in Hell against them.)

So when Charlie is about to me killed off by Adam, Lucifer has more weight to "break" the agreement because Adam was about to as Charlie is a Hellborn.

Ain't that deep.

Lucifer bragging about screwing Eve, even if it's a joke, is very insensitive and gross.

Buddy, you're in the wrong fandom if you think this was insensitive and gross. Jokes like these aren't for everyone, and that's fine, but you knew that, by the literal end of season 1, what kind of humour the show presents. No one was hurt in that joke other than Adam's ego, and I think we can all agree that no one wants to defend that.

Eve became a broodmare to Adam because that fruit he gave her? Doomed Eden to fall. He literally is the reason her free will is gone, and she's a scapegoat even when it's not her fault.

I would have hoped that someone with these takes would have at least read some version of Genesis beforehand, but since that hope is long gone, I guess I'll have to spell it out:

Eve didn't become a "broodmare" to Adam because of the fruit. The fruit has nothing to do with whether she procreates or not. If you really want to be technical though, God punished Eve for eating the fruit by allowing her to feel the pains of labour (Genesis 3:16). That's it. Otherwise, has nothing to do with it, so I don't know why this is even here other than to loosely continue to a misdirected callout on misogyny. Please redirect that anger to its source, the old testament.

The only true father claim he can have? The father of lies.

Come back in a few years when you're a little older and able to think about the arguments you construct before building them out of straw and tape.

I think Lucifer needs some real character development in s2. So far he hasn't learned from his mistakes. He's only mad he got punished, but never seems to show remorse for what happened. It takes two to tango - humanity is at fault for taking the free will, and he's at fault for giving it out willingly to people who didn't know what to do with it.

Lilith is also just as scummy. She basically is his enabler. They both ruined Eve's life. I need more reason to sympathize with the Morningstars besides the fact they're Charlie's parents.

Lucifer so far doesn't have a real reason for the audience to pity him. He's the prince of pride and it shows, as he carries the worst parts. He's upset Alastor plays into his insecurities, but maybe he should actually... do things? He didn't even do anything in the finale. He didn't care about sinners being killed. He didn't go out onto the frontlines to defend Charlie. He only came when her life was being threatened because he's, at the end of the day, selfish and prideful. He only wanted to go "lol you got punk'd" at Adam.

Lucifer bragging about screwing Eve, even if it's a joke, is very insensitive and gross. Eve became a broodmare to Adam because that fruit he gave her? Doomed Eden to fall. He literally is the reason her free will is gone, and she's a scapegoat even when it's not her fault. It's Adam's fault. It's Lilith's fault. It's Lucifer's fault. The only true father claim he can have? The father of lies.

Just because I said "I don't have to deal with Lucifer hate nearly as much as Stolas hate" doesn't mean I was inviting Lucifer hate into my house?! You're really barking up the wrong inbox here, Anon.

Honestly, I'm too tired to dissect all these bad takes you made me read and already answered an entire ask defending Lucifer yesterday, so just... I cannot disagree more with literally everything you said.

But also like... what tf did you expect? HH s1 is already short enough as it is, with only 8 episodes, and Lucifer is in only 1.5 of those, so of course he's barely had any character development yet?!

[stormwingss]

gotdamn what are they puttin in this milk choccy thats makin yall act like that?

[emithecharmer]

Disney and Density

Fluff, friends-to-lovers, mentions of kidnapping and death (typical disney stuff 🤪) sorry for any mistakes! Disney referenced movies in order: Tangled, Frozen, Mulan, The Princess and the Frog, Frozen, The Aristocats.

"Okay, I got snacks, movies, drinks, and, my cat." I said as I plopped my cat onto my friends lap.

"Oh, and one more thing." I smiled when my cat jumped away and ran into my bedroom.

"Hm, what?" Felix asked as he turned around and gasped.

"You got Vegemite!?" He yelled in shock as he stood up and walked over.

"Mhm, my friend just got back from over there, so I asked her to grab some." I explained.

"Stop it, I love you." He said excitedly as he grabbed the jar.

"Do not tell Chris." He said pointedly, making me laugh and hold my hands up,

"I got him some too, don't worry." He nodded and clutched his hand to his chest in relief.

.

"RUN! RUN GO RUN!" I yelled at the movie, telling Eugene to run away from Gothel.

"NO!" Felix yelled as Eugene fell to the ground.

"Dumbass." I rolled my eyes at the TV as Felix giggled.

"C'mon, he had to see it coming!" I groaned as I threw my head back.

"Y'know, if you were ever kidnapped as a baby, held in a tower for 16 years, and then we met and I showed you what freedom was like. You think we could date?" I tilted my head in consideration.

"If you looked like Eugene." I answered.

"Wha- Not like me?" I shook my head.

"No, but, I would date you if my sister had been hiding her powers from me since she'd frozen a part of my head at a young age, and we met on a quest to find her." Felix hummed and tilted his head.

"I'll take it." I nodded.

"Let's watch 'Mulan' next. I wanna see daddy Shang." I moaned, causing Felix to double over in laughter and stand up.

"I'm gonna get some water, want anything?" I shook my head and watched him walk into the kitchen.

"You know, I should head home after Mulan, if I'm not staying here." Felix called out from the kitchen.

"I thought you were staying?" I asked.

"Oh- Am I?" He asked with a confused pout when he came back.

"Can you?" He nodded and got comfy on the couch again, opting for his head on my shoulder this time.

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"Shanggg, be nice, you're half the soldier she is." Felix chuckled at my enthusiasm.

"If you sacrificed your own life for your father's, I'd be a bit threatened too." Felix said.

"Didn't Shang's dad die?" I asked.

"Mhm, when they were called to the frontlines."

"Yeahh, that's right."

Felix yawned and I smiled at him.

"Should we go to my room? You can lay down." He raised an eyebrow and smirked, making me tap his nose with my finger.

"Not like that you little horn dog." Felix cackled at my choice of words.

"I am not!" I raised an eyebrow at him, making him duck his head.

"...Just a little." He muttered, making me cackle and stand up, holding out my hand.

"Let's go, puppy." He said as he stood up and stretched, taking my hand after.

I turned off the TV and walked into my room. Luckily I had a big bed, so Felix could spread out as much as he wanted.

"Scoot over." He groaned.

"Your legs are all over me, you scoot over!" I pushed his leg, making him giggle sleepily and kick back.

"Ah! Stop!" I laughed.

"Oh my gosh stop, the lightning bug died..." I turned to the screen and Felix gasped.

"No!"

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"I want a relationship like Anna and Kristof's." I said, making Felix hum.

"Except, I don't want the absolute absurd density they have."

"I think you already do." Felix said, making me slap his shoulder.

"Um, rude?" He laughed.

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.

"How dumb are you?" He asked, making my eyes widen.

"Stop being mean bro!" I said.

"Y/n." I stilled, looking up and making as best eye contact I could with him in the darkness.

"Will you be the Duchess to my O'Malley?" He asked, making my jaw drop.

"Stop, because they're literally adorable-"

"Y/n.." He sighed.

"Yeah- Oh- Yeah- Yes- Mhm- Yeah- Sounds good- Gre-" I was cut off by Felix bringing his hand up to my cheek, and giving me a questioning look. I nodded and that's all it took for him to bring my face closer to his and kiss my lips softly.