a few reminders because iâm tired and angry
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
adult women arenât inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes
the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships arenât incest supporters or pedophiles, actually
liking a m/f ship doesnât make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space
preferring gay ships doesnât make you ââwokeââ and good
no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villainâs actions are evil and that they donât condone those actions irl
liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and youâre a fucking idiot if you believe that
just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesnât mean sheâs promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women canât tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogynyÂ
some randoâs a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have
no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems
abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships
yâall need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that donât actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
feel free to add more
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When the Cardinal got the call about the attack on Mouse and the sibling, do you think he reacted sharply over the phone to whomever he spoke with, or cooly responded and waited until he hung up to go ballistic? Iâm curious about his initial reaction to the news. đ«ą
The Cardinal sat there, alone in an unfamiliar office, and thought about the changes so close at hand. It had been a long time coming, he supposed; the steadily ticking clock on the wall kept his toiling years in the forefront of his mind. All the bustle and the striving, the whole dogged pursuit of his own dark papacy, might actually be soon behind him. Copia relaxed back in his chair for a moment, admittedly irritated at the gentle ticking, but grateful nonetheless for this brief respite. The Ministry could be a tumultuous place, but for now, all was quiet, and he was ready.Â
His door was open, and an assistant poked her head in. âMy apologies, Your Eminence.. you have a phone call,â she said, gesturing towards the phone upon his current desk. He noticed a light blinking there. âSister Imperator.â
Giving the girl a nod before she left, shutting the door behind her, he reached out for the receiver. âPronto, eh⊠Hello?â
Sisterâs voice a bit tinny over the antiquated line. âCardinal. I trust youâre well?â
âYes, Your Dark Excellency.â Imperator wouldnât have called without a reason. âWhatâs this about?â
âIâm calling about the girl youâve been tutoring.â The leather of his glove tightened more firmly around the receiver with an audible sound.
âWhat about her?â Imperator didnât answer right away, and Copia felt a surge of something like a panic forming deep in his chest. âSisterââ
âOh, sheâs quite all right, Cardinal. Donât worry, honestly.â Donât worryâŠ
âWhatââ
âSheâŠâ Her voice sounded pained, and he heard her take a little breath. âThere was a fair bit of trouble up in the old cemetery today. Some kind of a transient was⊠bothering her and another girl. Theyâre a bit rattled, naturally⊠fought him off and ran. Nothing beyond a mere scuffle happened, they assured me, butâŠâ
âIâll be there shortly.â He could feel the blood rushing in his head, and he fought to remain calm.
âYour Eminence, you do understand what youâre meant to accomplish over there?â
âI do, Sister.â He let the weight of his decision hang for a moment. âI should be able to manage arriving back at the abbey⊠tomorrow at the latest.â
âThe girl is perfectly fine here; a few abrasions⊠I only thought youâd like to know as a courtesy. Considering the time youâve spent together.â
A few⊠abrasions. âPlease expect me tomorrow, Sister. Thank you.â
âCardinal.â
âYes?â The word came out heavy with concealed rage.
âShe is perhaps not perfectly fine. If Iâm being honest with you.â
He hung up the receiver without another word, and he watched his hand shake, threatening to splinter the plastic. Taking a steely breath, he extricated his fingers from the thing, and then he methodically began to pack up his desk. As he worked, measured and silent beneath it, the soft and steady ticking of the clock on the wall threatened to drive him insane; a horrible reminder of how far he was from her. This was hell, truly; right here in the passionlessly beating heart of the Satanic Ministry. Copia gulped, fighting the hot fury rising inside him, the urge to retch out the pit of ice settling in his stomach. He wouldn't waste any time; he would not give in to his inner torment here. How was she faring with her own?
When he was done, he reached out for the phone again, his hand now steady.
âI want a car waiting for me downstairs. Ten minutes.â
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On his way down the hall to her room he bumped into Terzo, exiting his papal chambers.
âHow is Mouse?â Copia queried, without thinking.
âWho?â
âThe girl!â he snapped, ready to lose it.
âShhhâŠâ Terzo was carefully shutting his door, âSophieâs still sleepingâŠâ
âThe other girl! I hear sheâs injured? Why arenât you with her?â
âI only have one dick, Cardinal.â
Copia pondered on how exactly his life would change if he snapped Terzoâs neck right there in the hall.Â
Terzo chuckled for a second at his seething expression, before getting serious again. âSheâs got a nasty scrape on her head, poor thing. I tucked her in earlier, no fucking involved, Cardinal⊠Sheâs resting, says sheâs fine, butâŠâ Terzo frowned further. âSheâs quite shaken up, I believe, contrary to what sheâll tell you.â
Not bothering to converse any further, Copia continued on down the hall. When he finally reached the door to her dear little room he paused for a second, gathering his scattered thoughts.Â
It was darkening inside, and he let his eyes adjust for a moment, though it was hardly needed. He knew the room well; how many times had he let himself in here, just to look upon her? How many times had he done much more than look?Â
She lay on the bed, curled up in a fretful slumber, and the icy rage he had carried all the way here to lay at her feet began to melt at the piteous sight of her. His poor sweet Mouse!Â
Reaching out, he arranged her blanket a bit more snugly around her, and he noticed then what she was clutching in her fingers; a swathe of red that left his swelling heart bleeding. He lay down beside her.Â
He wanted to hold her close, desperately, but he would not yet allow himself that gift. She needed to sleep; she needed to be safe. She needed to be loved. And for all the ways he had failed her, he could at least do that, effortlessly and beyond severe. He would love her beyond his last breath, he thought, watching over her precious ones, her fragile chest rising and falling softly.
After some time, he noticed her begin to stir, and eventually she reached out for her light.Â
âDolce,â he said, gently. She whirled around, and the look in her dewy eyes at the sight of him made him want to weep.Â
Finally, he held her.Â
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Those Rogue and Magneto in the Savage Land issues back in the day kind of made me Rogue/Magneto secret shipper. Especially, the way Jim Lee drew Magnus. Damn, he was hot all bare chested and flowing robe. (I miss Magneto being called Magnus, too. Eric doesn't have enough gravitas.)
Then the Age of Apocalypse AU, gave us Rogue and Magneto married which oddly worked. Followed by Joseph, Magneto's clone who had a thing for Rogue. And in more recent comics I hear there was was further exploration of the Rogue/Magneto thing before Rogue and Gambit got married. I'm sort of out of the loop on the more recent stuff. I need to go back and check some of it out again. Because X-Men 97 and all the *gasp shock horror* about Rogue and Magneto has reignited my old secret ship.
Also, this particular issue's team up of Nick Fury, Kazar, Rogue, and Magneto is like one if the most random assortments of Marvel characters, but they had a weirdly entertaining dynamic.
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