Can You Post More Of Your Spideypool Art? Like Wade Gifting Take Out To Peter…?

no more cold and calculating i want warm and calculating. i want characters who use deductive reasoning to figure out whether their friend would like a wool or cotton quilt based off of their lifestyle, career, hobbies, and habits. i want "your nails are often chipped because you work for a law firm as a typist for this company which notoriously underbudgets their IT department, so ive bought you a keyboard cover that will not only prevent manicure damage but is also sensory friendly because I know you dislike certain clicking noises". i want characters who figure out their friends entire schedules and social battery levels just by examining who only use that info to know when the best time is to hang out with them. i want characters who create elaborate, supervillain level schemes just to get their hands on some collectible they know their best friend wants. most of all i want characters who do not use intelligence and reasoning skills as a reason to be cruel but as a means to be kind

lgbtq people are like "look at my babygirl!!!" and the babygirl is a middle-aged man who has gone through the horrors of life

and you keep reblogging me. instigation goes both ways.

i said, "let's have a discussion", in good faith.

you asked a question. i answered, in good faith.

then you miscontrued and misinterpreted what i said to make it seem like i agree with you, which i fucking don't. you broke the fucking good faith, and here i was thinking that maybe this might turn into something fruitful. just save me the trouble and tell me from the start that you are a fucking brat who can't take no for a fucking answer ever.

first of all, this post has never been about "ending the circle of violence" or whatever the fuck that shit show of an ending was trying to say. it's an irrelevant point to make that came out of nowhere. do you have a habit of stringing along every thought you have in your head and try to make it fit your narrative or did you never get the chance to learn critical thinking?

secondly, you are assuming that if i'm critical of the show i can't ever agree on any of its message. you assume that just because i don't agree with certain character arcs it means i have to be disagreeable to every single fucking thing said in the show. so basically i can't like something and be critical of it at the same time? so media literacy is dead now? say that again three times in your head, do you not find it fucking ridiculous?

and now, at this point of the conversation, you decide to throw in the "nuanced character" argument and accuse me of being performative, while this fucking conversation has never been about characters to begin with?

and whether or not i agree with how the show ends doesn't invalidate any of the things i just said, and if you can't grow a fucking brain cell big enough to comprehend that, then we're done here.

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It is WILD that you say “selling drugs and engaging in gang turf war does not make you not a citizen” as if that changes the fact that they’re still CRIMES.

I mean, if your logic is that Zaun is technically part of Piltover and thus falls under Piltover’s jurisdiction… committing a CRIME under their jurisdiction means you can suffer consequences from your actions. No? It doesn’t MATTER if you’re a citizen or not. Being a citizen doesn’t give you free rein to do whatever you want! You have to obey laws!

If I’m a citizen of a city in America, and I do a crime, the police of that city are allowed to take away my rights as a citizen. That’s what being a citizen in a functional society MEANS!

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU WEIRD ASS MOTHER FUCKERS????

❤ ❤ ❤ When anyone asks who the romantic in the relationship is, Draco always sneers and easily responds, “Potter. He’s a great sap.” Harry never objects, just smiles slowly and continues on with whatever it is he’s doing. He ought to protest, but this is a secret he keeps to himself. One day Harry comes home from work and all the pictures he’s been meaning to frame are placed along the mantle of the fire place and along the halls. A few even make a guest appearance in the bedroom. Draco doesn’t say anything and he pretends that he hasn’t done anything at all. Harry smiles and kisses him and says thank you. Draco looks gratified but he never says, ‘You’re welcome’. When gold and red flowers mysteriously appear around the flat, he gives Draco a quizzical look. Draco sniffs and goes back to his book as though nothing strange has occurred. When Harry touches the petals of one of the delicate things, Draco simply says, “Your flat is boring. And ugly.” They leave it at that but Harry grins. After Harry spends the entire day up to his knees in a foul smelling bog, he tells Ron he can’t wait to go home, have a shot of whisky and pass out for the entire weekend. Instead he comes home to two wine glasses and a bottle uncorked, and he decides the wine is much better than the whisky, and the company much better than sleep. When he asks, Draco tells him how he’s been meaning to try this vintage for months. He only brought it out because he was thirsty. Harry has always suspected that his boyfriend is a closet romantic, but it’s confirmed when he falls into a bed full of rose petals. Draco definitely blushes but puts on an air of indifference, as though he didn’t deliberately spread the petals himself. “I thought it would make the room smell better. I know laundering is a foreign concept to you, but your Quidditch clothes are foul,” he says as he shuts the door and Harry kisses him. Neither of them notice the smell of the petals at all. At Christmas they put up decorations together and Draco teases Harry mercilessly for his popcorn garland. He’s drunk on spiked eggnog and keeps stealing Harry’s popcorn before he has a chance to thread it. When he pulls Harry underneath the mistletoe that he’s secretly hung, his face is flushed and he’s smiling like Harry hasn’t ever seen him done before. After they pull away from each other for a breath, Draco says ‘I love you’ in a great rush, as though if he doesn’t say the words fast enough he’ll lose them. Of course Harry kisses him again, before he can ruin the moment. So when people ask who the romantic is, Harry just smiles slowly and keeps quiet. He let’s Draco believe whatever he wants, because he’s a bit afraid if he points it out that Draco will get embarrassed and stop. It’s his own secret that his boyfriend is the biggest romantic he’s ever met, and he likes it that way. So yeah, maybe Harry is a great sap. ❤ ❤ ❤

Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.”  ― Arthur Conan Doyle, His Last Bow

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