Honestly, I think there's some kind of screw-up in Tumblr that makes people send me my own posts.
Most of the time I don't even see if someone has messaged me, because I have literal hundreds of strangers randomly dm me my own comic all the time......
This is what I mean when I say the anti-Steve Rogers hate is annoying because why every time I come across a tiktok/post about Steve/Captain America, I have to see Tony stans 🤣
You can very easily see that it TRANSCENDS fanfic and socmed platforms because they actively go out of their way to make sure everyone knows what they think of Steve. And almost 100% of the time, they're Tony stans.
YOU WILL NEVER SEE A STEVE FAN DOING THIS. (And if u do, it's one-off comments, not spam)
I'm a Tony fan, I love him in almost every version of him across the marvel media, but this level of obsession with Steve has to be studied💀🤣. In tiktoks about Tony, you won't ever find this much comments about Steve to the point where it's spam. But almost all the ones about Cap, the comment section is flooded with hate for Steve.
And all the pro-Tony/anti-Steve bugs that came out of the woodwork for my last post about this? THIS is why discourse is needed and nuanced discussions about the mischaracterization of characters to the point where yall are doing this on posts that aren't even about Tony.
Steve fans will have discourse about the different elements of his character, admit his flaws, and KEEP it to ao3 or tumblr or wherever the discourse is happening.
Tony stans will go out of their way to tell the whole world how much they love Tony and hate Steve and they'll do it wherever and whenever they can. That's the difference between Steve fans and Tony stans (and I use stans for Tony because yall are bordering on cult behaviour.)
N.B. Don't take this personal cos a lot of yall got pretty upset at my last post 😭
Did the Valentines Event Part 4 post disappear?? The one where Callum chases the twins and Charlie interacts with Marie? I read it a couple times then I haven’t been able to find it since
i found it and already srb it, but you're right, the only way i found it was by using my gmail
"What do you think you're doing?" Jessi-ka asked pointedly.
"Defending a lady in need, like any self-respecting creature ought to," Gad replied.
"Uh... I'm not entirely sure the sword is necessary," the young mare behind him whimpered.
"And that is where you and I disagree," Gad said calmly.
(So I have this weird reverse crush thing going on with @n-o-nv2 where Jessi-ka represents everything I hate about the world and I think she'd make a perfect nemesis for Gad OTHER than the fact that the blog does sexy stuff which I don't really want to promote. Do you see my problem? Anyway I thought it'd be cathartic to draw something like this.)
Four looked at Wind as the respiratory therapy student paused by his desk at the nurse’s station. The teenager’s face was scrunched, eyes roaming aimlessly from focal point to focal point.
“What’s wrong?” Four asked.
“Why is it so quie—”
Four immediately kicked Wind’s shoe. “Don’t you dare say it.”
Wind hissed, “But it is! Something’s wrong!”
“What are you talking about? What, because the patients are actually asleep?”
Dot, who had been floated over for the night, cocked her head to the side. “No, he’s right, something’s off.”
The three stayed silent a moment, listening intently. They could hear every individual movement in the unit. Four felt like he was in an abandoned building at night. What was wrong?
Wind slammed his hand on the desk, making everyone in the vicinity jump. “It’s the air vents! There’s no air circulating!”
Four blinked and listened again, and realized Wind was right. The vents, which usually were constantly circulating air and creating a white noise in the background of all the hustle, were off.
“Must be because they’re testing the generators,” Dot wondered.
Four hummed in acknowledgement as Wind shuddered. “It’s freaking creepy.”
After the group dispersed, Four continued to chart and plan out his next few hours, but he was acutely aware of every single sound on the entire unit.
Good grief. It really was too quiet.
Four sincerely hoped he wouldn’t regret thinking that.