random things my fragile bi heart gets really emotional about: axton the commando, and the treatment of his sexuality in the game. just hear me out for a second.
like, for all intents and purposes axton is pretty much the most stereotypical video game character ever— a ruggedly handsome, confident-bordering-on-cocky, square-jawed white guy with a crew cut, a couple carefully placed facial scars, and a military career that’s probably just a bit too illustrious for his age.
but then he’s also canonically bisexual!! and not even on purpose originally, but because of a glitch that made him flirt with everyone instead of just the attractive female character the line was intended for.
and when fans saw this and were like, ‘oh this must mean axton’s supposed to be bi! awesome,’ the writers, instead of 1. freaking out and trying to quash those headcanons or 2. turning the situation into a gross queerbaiting mess (which seem to be the two things that happen most often), were like ‘oh, yeah, looks like axton is bi. let’s add some dialogue to the dlc that confirms this and make it irrefutably canon.’
and that was that. like, there was no uncharacteristically dramatic and emotional coming-out scene. no awkward forced romantic subplot with a male character to ‘prove’ he’s really bi. just a couple stupid and perfectly in-character lines about having dated lots of ‘people’ instead of specifically women and that quip about ‘guns and women… and sometimes dudes.’
and i just want to throw those moments in the face of every writer who’s ever claimed that it would be too hard to make a character bi, or that they can’t do it because it wasn’t the original intent of the character. all it took was two lines of dialogue for the bl2 team to confirm what players had already picked up on. it’s literally that easy and i’m just really tired of excuses for why characters ~can’t~ be bi!!!
I think we’re all operating under the assumption that all the leather is just a Final Fantasy-esque fashion thing but imagine if his main mode of transportation actually is a motorcycle.
Imagine him pulling up to the lab for the first day as a researcher. Willow and the other two future leaders are outside waiting while they make introductory small talk.
Candela and Blanche see this guy cut his engine, dismount, and silently turn to them. His jacket is zipped up, so they mostly see black, including his helmet which has a reflective gold visor so his face is completely obscured. They’ve heard of his accomplishments as a trainer. Candela’s like, “Fuck yes I get a badass new coworker, I bet we can spar.” Blanche is thinking, “I shouldn’t stereotype but I really hope they aren’t rude or crass.” Then he takes off his helmet.
And he has this huge goofy grin on his face, starts prattling off stuff like, “Yooo! Hey! This is so exciting! Man, I can’t believe I get to work with you all! Oh, dang, I almost forgot, I’m Spark, by the way,” he runs forward a bit at first, then has to turn around and run back to put his helmet down, so then he can run over all the way to shake everyone’s hands so enthusiastically, the whole side of their body shakes too, and he tries to show them all his pokemon one by one, but he only gets as far as pulling out his wallet before Professor Willow stops him because they really need to get to business.
(The three of them all show each other their pokeymans later when Daaaad Willow gives them free time. Yes, all three of them keep photos of their pokemon in their wallet why wouldn’t they?)
Lux rolls her eyes at Jared’s latest message. She really needs to cut this guy out of her life. That should have happened when she’d moved but somehow he’d managed to maintain their crap and toxic relationship via text.
Lux snaps a photo and sends it through to her most recent contact.