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Anonymous asked:

would you read a fanfiction au set at your job? i.e if you're a barista would you read a coffeshop au for any media, hospital au if you're a doctor (?? i guess??? you get the point)

yes and i've actively sought it out

i wouldn't mind it but i'm not seeking it out specifically

no my job is boring and/or wouldn't work as a setting

no i hate my job and don't want to think about it in my spare time

it's nuanced

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i fucking love ben grimm. he's the character of all time. he's jewish. he's a new yorker. he's an astronaut. he's a street tough. he's a golem. he's the heart and soul of the fantastic four. he loves cigars, hoagies, and his sweet aunt petunia. he's best friends with she-hulk. he loves people. he wants to protect them, even when they're scared of him. he's always the last one to go down in a fight and the first one to get back up again. he can go toe to toe with the hulk. he sends a hanukkah letter to moon knight every year. a freaking elder of the universe realized that he'd never be able to beat him, never be able to actually break his spirit. and you know why? because he's the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed thing.

most of this site would support the war on drugs if it was pushed this year

most of this site thinks the amphetamine shortage is because of miscreant recreational users and fentanyl deaths are proof opioids should be less accessible so idek that it's a hypothetical lol they just support the war on drugs period. remember when it was a big trend a few years back to call people crackheads in every internet argument

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*crawling out of a collapsed mine shaft* thoughts on jack hawksmoor especially re the shift in his character during millar and how that changes his relationships with the authority

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NOTE: I will be discussing sexual assault including CSA, bigotry, and Conservatism as they pertain to Millar and his writing. Spoilers for major Authority titles up to and including Revolution as well as The Saviour. I did not feel like spellchecking this. Any errors are my own.

Jack Hawksmoor is generally not the most enjoyable character for me to really get into the weeds of which I'm only now really questioning. That's not to say I don't like him. I find him interesting enough to keep my attention on his own and I do love a good negative arc. There's a lot of miscellaneous thoughts I have on him and I suppose this is as good a time as any to pull them together. Forgive the cut a few paragraphs down, this got away from me a bit.

Before getting really into my feelings on his development I want to lay a bit of groundwork to be sure everyone is on the same page, first on Hawksmoor and then on Millar himself. Jack Hawksmoor was first introduced in StormWatch (1993) #37 written by Warren Ellis with Tom Raney on pencils. Hawksmoor is introduced as an increasingly lone actor targeting criminal "parasites" that harm cities. Cities are repeatedly anthropomorphized as women and descriptions of his relationships to them veers into the sexual when it's not maternal, which I will touch on later. Upon being recruited by Henry Bendix into Stormwatch Black.

StormWatch (1993) #37

Jack's abilities and the trauma he suffered as a child are at this stage integral to his character. Issue #39 sees him knocking out a super-powered cop for treating kids "like aliens." The whole of issue #43 is dedicated to him and his backstory. He's haunted by it. The narration reflects as he hunts through the morgue, "Jack's not good with death. [...] Every time they took him, he thought he was going to die. Every time."

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Amadeus Cho was fifteen years old, breathing heavily on the side of the road, the lingering heat of the desert still radiating beneath him. Or maybe it wasn’t the sun at all—maybe it was the burns on his hands, the raw sting of skin against dry air.

The acrid stench of burning flesh and gasoline clung to him, thick in his throat, suffocating. The explosion replayed in his mind, looping endlessly, like a distorted recording he couldn’t turn off. He couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t even begin to process what had happened.

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