...or, you know, some of us think Cap is and was right about the whole thing because we're also opposed to the real-world implementation of similar fascist legislation such as The Patriot Act and it has nothing to do with liking him more?
That quote basically says, yes oversight is the right ethical and logical choice, but Cap is a good person, and that puts us in a quandary and I am saying that that is bad math.
It’s also a similar bad math that comes up in A LOT of 616 CW discussions, where Captain America himself (and the anti-reg side) essentially takes the position to non-metas that they should accept that metas occupy a position above the law/beyond equal prosecution by the law, because, you know, they’re different, and their circumstances are different, but you trust CAPTAIN AMERICA, riiiiight? Let the metas judge their own and police their own, what do you need the Constitutional right of equality under the law for? Obviously, this base position is immediately complicated by the clusterfuck of everything else in CW, but I’d argue that that’s deliberate. It’s one of the reasons I’m not a fan of the event, because I really like Cap, and I hate the things it makes him argue and I find them antithetical to him as a character.
I also don’t exactly get why so many people find a difference of opinion on a comics event, or, apparently, an actor’s opinion on an upcoming film none of us have seen as a personal challenge? I mean?? Yes I hate fascism? And the Patriot Act? And I think Cap’s political position is largely wrong in CW though I understand why, as the plot is manipulated, he fights? These things are not incompatible?
I get what you’re saying, but I’m responding to the quote as written and many, *many* other posts and comics CW itself, which initially sets up the problem as a constitutional legal problem of supers as American citizens whose identities allow them to avoid legal repercussions and prosecution and that’s constitutionally unacceptable under the law. Once that actually gets stated, there’s a problem.
I’m not talking about the Patriot Act here, which I abhor, because it wasn’t part of the quote or what I was responding to, and I think the CW treatment of post-9/11 politics was really terrible, tone-deaf, and inconsistent in its understanding of xenophobia** and power dynamics.
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Hey I saw that your inbox was open! So how about the companions react to Sole asking "Will you hold this?" And holding their hand. (don't judge my fluff obsession) Thank you! 😎👌🏽💕
OK, its finally done! Thank you for asking! This was a lot of fun to write. (No judgement here!) A big HUGE thanks to @mustinvestigate for editing and all that jazz. It wouldn’t have been half as good without their help.
Snackcakes, I think this was what you had in mind, but I did do a romanced Deacon and Nicky, because well, they need some lovin’, okay? ;) I hope you like it, and for everyone else, my inbox is OPEN and I would love to write some more reacts!
Deacon blinked behind his dark sunglasses, the action catching him off-guard. Their hand was sure and firm, rough calluses brushing the back of his hand. When was the last time someone had looked at him like this? Instinct telling him to run away, he opened his mouth with a quip at the ready.
“Anything for you, sugar,” he replied, blessing the fact that his eyes were hidden. Instincts could take the back seat; SoSu was different.
Now, it was SoSu’s turn to blush, but mirroring their companion, they shot back.
“Oh, really? Not too heavy for you? Because I might have some work later that’ll have you sore for miles, honey.”
“I can handle anything you throw at me, doll.”
This continued for a while, eventually dying off into other topics, but for some reason neither of them let go.
“Uh, you got something for me?” Nick asked, glancing down at their intertwined hands questioningly.
SoSu’s hands were warm, wonderfully warm, and Nick’s nerve complex picked up even the small cut on their middle finger.
“It’s just that, Nick, nothing else,” they said, unwavering.
Nick couldn’t meet their stark human eyes as he slithered out of the grip. It wasn’t right. SoSu was wonderful, the best partner he’d ever had. They couldn’t be wanting anything more than they already shared. Not with him.
“You don’t want that, SoSu.” The sooner it was said, the better.
“What if I do, Nick?” they asked, bumping his fedora up so that he couldn’t hide from their gaze.
Nick pondered the information, staying silent for a long time. SoSu just sat down beside him, and waited, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeve.
He glanced over to where they were sitting. They were nervous, that much was clear. They were fidgeting, and not looking at him, their target of uneasiness. His lip twisted as he contemplated the next part. Nick had honed this skill, and it had saved his life many times over, but he hated using it on his friends. He went into stand-by mode and reviewed his recent memories.
There they were. Smiling as they laughed at one of his witty comments. Wincing in pain as they suffered a bullet wound from a trigger-happy raider. He tried to focus in on the little moments. The ones that didn’t make sense. He wondered at what he found, and was amazed he didn’t see the signs sooner. They were all there, clear as day. The question was, what did he do with it?
When Nick rose from his brume of thought, he only asked SoSu one question.
“Are you sure?”
Nick’s golden eyes pierced through SoSu and when they replied, his extensive investigative skills wouldn’t let him believe any different than their complete honesty.
SoSu loved him, and damn him if he didn’t love them, too.
“Ma’am/Sir, I am not sure why this is necessary for our current operations,” X6 said, making a point of not looking at their hands.
“Come on, Sixie, you know this is completely necessary,” SoSu said, looking up at him with that irritating glint in their eyes.
“Please do not refer to me in that manner, Ma’am/Sir” X6 replied, heat creeping up his neck. “I need both of my hands to -”
SoSu leaned up and kissed him, and X6 froze. But also, he stopped talking…at least until their lips left his.
“I find that- that I do not find these actions completely unnecessary.”
“Blue, uh, that’s real cute,” Piper sputtered. “R-real cute.”
SoSu smiled and squeezed her hand, sending chills running up her spine. Now, Piper could handle a whole basket of angry people, been threatened more times than she’d taken breath. However, when faced with the trials of flirting, she was no match for - well, anyone.
“Come on, Pipes, got nothing for me? A witty comment? Well-time sting?”
“No, but…” she said, rearranging their hands. “Are you always this hot? Your hands are on fire.”
“No! No, I just meant - the temperature! Not that I mind, but - Oh, you know what I meant,” she finished, ungracefully.
Piper’s cheeks burned hotter, but she didn’t say anything more to avoid embarrassing herself further. What she didn’t say was that she enjoyed holding SoSu’s hand, but she wouldn’t open her mouth anymore, so she just relished the moment, memorizing the feeling of their hands intertwined.
“Oh, yes, what is it that you are giving me?” Curie said, bringing their hands up to her face. “Is this some kind of metaphor?”
SoSu giggled as they watched Curie puzzle over what the gesture meant. The synth looked quizzically at their hands and SoSu as she tried to understand.
“Will you hold this…” Curie said slowly. “Will you hold - Oh! Is zis one of those lines that Madame Cait loves to use? What did Monsieur Deacon call it? ‘Smooth moves’?”
At that, SoSu burst out in laughter, having to retract their hand from Curie’s grip to hold their stomach. Curie fell deeper into her well of confusion.
“Oh, SoSu, I still don’t understand your human mating rituals. It is such a complex thing.”
SoSu just winked and said: “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”
“Uh, very funny, boss,” he said, sliding out of the embrace. “You’re getting almost as savvy as me.”
SoSu flexed and inflexed the hand that had just been holding MacCready’s.
“Oh ho ho, little man’s got a big ego.”
“Little man? Little man? I can shoot better than you on any day of the week.”
“Doesn’t say anything about your stature, Mac.”
“Pfft, like you’re any better, SoSu.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“What the hell is a mungo?”
“Uh, General?” Preston said. “We need to focus on this settlement.”
SoSu twisted their lips up in an amusement as Preston chattered on about the location of the settlement, the grounds surrounding it, and finally marked it on the map of their Pip-Boy.
“Be careful, SoSu, this is a particularly nasty den of raiders.” he said, and they went on their way, just giving Preston a quick wave before heading off down the broken road with Dogmeat at their heels.
As Preston went on his rounds he mulled over their last conversation. Something felt off about their conversation. Had he told them everything they need to know? No, that couldn’t be it, he went over it all at least twice. They had known all they needed. What was it then?
He held his laser rifle close and absently rubbed the cold metal as he searched for anything out of the ordinary. His hands touched the glass of his firearm that was slightly warm from the laser stream. It was then when he remembered what had been wrong- no, right, about that conversation.
He tightened his grip on the weapon and thought that maybe, if he was brave enough, he might see if that offer was still open.
“Hey, hey, new kid on the block’s got style. Like it on you, SoSu,” he said, smirking.
SoSu opened their mouth, gaping at him for a moment, before shaking their head and smiling.
“Should’ve known I was messing with the master,” they added, looking at the ground. “Got myself into a duel with a the great John Hancock - who ever will win?”
Hancock raised his eyebrows and reached in his pocket for an inhaler of Jet. After taking a long drag, his eyes rested on SoSu.
“Ok, sunshine, you’re on,” he said, swinging their arms up and down. “HEY, GOODNEIGHBOR, I’M IN LOVE! I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS PERSON RIGHT HERE!”
SoSu blushed furiously, looking around and swatting Hancock on the arm, but all they got was a few annoyed glances and a small smile from Daisy.
“See? I win,” he said, eyes rearing for a challenge.
“Okay, okay, hotshot, I can do better…” they said and thought for a moment before yelling:
“JOHN HANCOCK IS A PUNK BITCH!”
A small smattering of applause followed.
“Soldier?” Danse said, confused. “Do you have something for me?”
SoSu rolled their eyes and let go of the Paladin’s hand. They were back at the Prydwn, and had changed out of his power armor, intending to turn in for the night. Before he had though, SoSu had caught up with him, and just as he was detailing their mission for the next day, they interrupted and asked him to hold… Nothing?
“Oh, forget about it, Grognak,” they said. “Finish telling me what you had.”
Danse looked at her one more time, trying to figure out the meaning of what she’d just called him, before he shook his head and continued his schpiel. When he finished, he gave them a quick salute and turned away, intending to head for his quarters. Something odd struck him - it was the feeling of their hands against his, warm and alive, nothing like the cold steel that hugged him day and, more often than not, night.
He turned around to glance at their figure turning the corner. Only to see them looking right back.
“What’re you doin’?” Cait said, flustered.
“A little known thing called flirting.” SoSu said, smiling at Cait with their signature candidness. “I mean, I have studied under the best. Just being practical.”
“Well, I… umm…”
Sure, Cait knew how to flirt. Hell, she flirted easier than she breathed most days. Hearing it from SoSu though, that was a whole world away from what she practiced, edging into something she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with. At the same time, her heart pounded in her chest, a new energy running through her that she had never felt before.
“You know that you’re safe with me? Right, Cait?” SoSu said, breaking away from the contact. “If you’re not ready for this, I won’t -”
At this moment, Cait glanced around. Seeing no one on the road around them, she hesitantly reached, and felt her hand covered once again by the sure grip. Her heart pounded a little less now, and she felt the rest of her thoughts and worries fade away, if just for the moment.
If this is what love feels like, I think I’ve damn near found it.
“Yes! Human wants to test strength!”
“With brothers, we count on one -”
“Strong, stop -”
“JOKE. IT WAS A JOKE.”
Mistress/Mister is a strange human. He barked and licked their face before scouting ahead for more danger.
The reader and Edward nygma telling the same cute cheesy riddles to each other and the whole GCPD(mostly Harvey) gets annoyed by it because they are cute together but are both shy to ask each other out do everyone tries to set them up and it works
The reader is known to be very shy by all of the GCPD and everyone knows she has a crush on edward except him so everyone (Harvey) teases her about it till she gets annoyed by it and asks him out infront of everyone(not purposely)and he says yes
A/N: I tweaked a few things here about “asking each other out” and “asks him out in front of everyone” thing. It’s pretty bad but I tried.
Mr. Edward Nygma was in charge of being occupied in the forensic examination room. He had that room as if it was his cage, a neat and organized location. It was as science-savvy like himself. He had a job to do and he was abusing that advantage by leaving the unsupervised lab to visit Ms. Y/L/N in the record file room.
It’s nice to see a book translated into a game without ruining what the story stood for. However after Last Light’s bittersweet tone reminded me of changeling redemption fanfiction of all things, it’s hard to imagine where the story can go from here. It might be just as good, Deep Silver might run it into the ground, who knows?
There are plenty of ‘Dark Ones’ in sewage treatment plants.
Don't worry Fedora Douche, formerly known as Faldur, you will one day blossom from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan... because your looks are all that matter.... But it's okay, because Swans are fucking vicious and you can attack anyone who ever called you ugly and beat them to death with your wings.
“…I STILL CAN’T FFUCKING TELL IFF THESE ARE INSULTS OR COMPLIMENTS. THANKS, BUT ALSO FFUCK YOU.”