[ID: I black and white ink style drawing of Tim and Martin from the Magnus archives. Tim is a stocky man with dark hair and a thick mustache. Martin is a short, fat man with light hair and glasses. They are both in vaguely Victorian-era white button-up shirts and suspenders. They are both disheveled. Tim has Martin by the shoulders, and their faces are close together, like they are about to kiss. End ID.]
Spicy Victorian (ish) era Martim for @saintbleeding and ALSO FOR ME
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Yeah, now I realize that Peggy embodies "white feminism". Which I never liked any way because I'm an Eastern woman, and I've watched a lot of Eastern media that has strong ladies that are VERY well written compared to how white Western women are written. I wish Hollywood could stop this "white feminism" bs and watch a bit of Eastern media to see how feminism actually works, but it's obvious that they won't do that...
(Link to other Anon ask about this very subject 👆)
It's even worse than white feminism with Peggy because white feminism implies she at least sticks up for other white women, but instead Peggy really only cares about herself?
You've got her, for example, telling a male colleague not to speak up for women (plural) getting recognition in the workplace because she (upper class white woman, singular) knows her value, and hers is the only opinion that matters.
You've got men (Steve and Edwin Jarvis) realising that, because of her ego, the only way to make her go along with a plan is to kiss her ass / make her think it was her own idea.
In her show, you've got her not befriending a whole floor full of female (white) blue-collar agents in favour of putting civilian (white, blue-collar) women's lives in danger, unncessarily and repeatedly, because she wants someone to serve her. (Her only female friends are servants or villains. And they never address it in-show, but the real reason non-white women don't appear in AC is because their mere existence would reveal Peggy's whining about being discriminated against as deluded.)
In What If... they've got her stealing the plots and agency of other (white) female characters, (whose only job is now to kiss her ass and be sidekicks in what was previously their own story), as well as her relegating WOC to the role of her sidekick, etc. in stories there was no reason for her, specifically to be in.
(Plus there's the tradwife-ism of her entire existence centering on a man and that man's interest in her and her getting that man at the expense of all his other relationships. Take Captain America away and she has no significance at all.)
After What If...?, she now fully embodies the Mary Sue self-insert of a white woman who believes the universe should revolve around her.
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"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)
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🌞ЛУЧЕЗАРНОЕ СОЛНЦЕ🌞
в твоей власти согреть меня, спалить дотла, либо, отвернувшись, превратить в лёд.
aquarius sun imagery and would you also see?
crossing the sky in might and glory, the Sun lits up the earth, and It sees everything, and It guides, and It judges; it's bright when It faces you, and it's warm when It stretches Its arms towards you, and it burns when It strikes you, and it's cold when It turns away, and it's dark when It disappears, but It is there even when It's out of sight, and even then It proves Its presence with the solar wind embracing the night
posting it when it's dark already and i miss the sun… i love the sun and i also love aquarius camus and it just so happens- anyway my statement is that i think camus is supposed to be sun symbolism. both his red and teal hair colors are just like aurora borealis, referenced in his attack, which is the sun wind itself. then aurora is the roman goddess of the dawn, her greek counterpart being eos, for which you can sometimes see an iconography of her holding vases pouring out the morning dew… it's rare and i need to research it more… aside from that the solar wind spreads over the sky like wine the aquarius pours… and is so beautifully like proof that the sun is around… don't you also think it's a powermove hyoga learns it because *starts crying*
this is only one aspect of it though... i will think about it more… stay tuned
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im too slow to finish this for this solstice so have a snippet of wip ft. terence and bahamut talking
"Each time I return," the dragon wondered, pressing against Terence's pilgrim kiss, "I am astonished to find another that burns so. I should know better. There is always light."
There—the crack at last. Quicker and cleaner than he had expected. Kinder, also. Gently, Terence felt for the fracture inside himself. He pried it apart, breaking it in truth, and folded those ancient eyes within his heart, placing them beside Dion's strained, precious smiles.
No one will look here, he promised. No one has ever thought to.
“It will be a cruel work.” The proud creature did not flinch from the truth, though there was pain in it. He and Dion were well suited to each other, after all. “Do not say you did not know.”
“I've always known.” He ran a hand over the dragon's skin.
“I wonder if you will believe that, at the end."
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