i hope the soming man's in this one

Pup Love Final Part (Bucky X Reader)

Summary: (Bucky x Reader) You get introduced to some of the Avengers because your dog is fat and lazy, and doesn’t like to keep up with your running, and possibly causing you to meet someone even more special.

Warnings: cursing as always, lots of crying done by the reader, and dying dogs, I know, I’m mean…

A/N: This is the final part, I hope you enjoy!! I tried something different by doing a Bucky viewpoint in the beginning, hope you like!!

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Originally posted by nightingaleformyboy

*Not my gif, but man do I love that one

Bucky’s Prov

He just got out of the gym, having exhausted himself with running a few miles then spending hours with the punching bag. He has been awake for hours, and when he finally got out of his room that bird brain, Sam, wouldn’t shut up about you so he found his escape in the gym for the rest of the day. 

Looking out the window, he was still breathing a little heavy. Watching the sun slowly sink into the horizon, his phone rang in his pocket startling him from his trance. This was quite odd for the ex-assassin because only you or Steve would call or text him, and Steve was in the compound and you told him that you were going to be at work for a whole hour more. So when your name popped up on his screen his eyebrow shot up.

Lifting the phone to his ear, he said “Hello, doll” with a little smirk. He knew that you liked the nickname, for you would blush at it every time he said it. He absolutely loved your face when it became tinged pink with embarrassment.

“I ne-need you” you cried out with sobs interrupting your words. His heart suddenly stopped, and his heart plummeted. Fear coursed through his body like an icy river.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something where team mustang is protective of Riza (even if she can take care of herself )? Like someone is being an ass*ole to her and they show him that no one messes with their queen

I gotchu Anon, although I took some liberties… hope you don’t mind

“I Need to See a Man About a Lieutenant”

He inhaled. The motion was exaggerated and probably unnecessary, but in that moment, he found he didn’t particularly care. “You smell like a distillery,” he said, a bit sniffy.

“Well, it’s an open bar… what did ya expect?”

“The Lieutenant specifically gave us orders–”

“The Lieutenant ain’t here, is she?”

The man sighed to stifle a groan. He wanted something desperately to disappear into the floorboards. Unfortunately, he was six foot four, silver-haired, and about as inconspicuous as a maypole.

“She’ll cite you if you’re not careful, sir.”

“I’ll cite you if you don’t shuddup, Falman. And don’t call me sir.”

Newly-promoted Warrant Officer Vato Falman looked down at his companion, a heavyset man with gingery red hair and a permanent scowl. Second Lieutenant Breda fixed Falman with a look that could strip the paint from the wall. The inebriated flush in his cheeks did nothing to mitigate the potency of Heymans’s glare. In an effort to avoid the ire of his superior, Vato found his attention drifting to the rest of the room.

Insofar as high-end parties went, this one was relatively tame. Inconsequent polite conversation buzzed in his ear. Women in expensive frocks and men in bespoke suits milled about the place, pulled along sedately by the flow of shifting conversation. Despite the fact his companion had made several trips to the food table and several more to the bar, neither the young man holding a tray of canapes nor the woman washing wine glasses was giving Breda the stink-eye. On the contrary, they kept glancing his way rather expectantly.

Falman wondered if Heymans had gotten her number. He wondered if he’d gotten both their numbers…

“Where is Lieutenant Hawkeye?” Vato asked, suddenly keen to derail that particular train of thought. He peered across the sea of heads for a familiar blonde mop of hair.

“That’s Elizabeth to you, dumb ass.” Heymans grunted. “Honestly, Vato, for a smart guy, you can be downright thick sometimes.”

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anonymous asked:

Similar to the Quirk Switch one, how about a body swap Quirk? Hcs for Tomura switching bodies with Dabi for a period of 24 hours because someone thought it would be fun to mess with them. What kind of crap would they do to each other’s bodies to mess with one another?


• Dabi would definitely guzzle the entire refrigerator for this body to become more built and nutritious, like damn crusty, Shigaraki really needs to put some muscles into him ASAP. Since the man-child is a rather finicky eater, Dabi is stuffing himself until filling the stomach no more. Yeah, he’s gonna sense some pain afterwards.

• “Fucking hell. Why do I have to be this crusty motherfucker.” Dabi purchases a bunch of chapsticks to apply on his scar lips, probably like 60 of them altogether. He’s dreading to be trapped in this body already and what is he supposed to do with him? It’s so annoying right now.

• Put some make-up on? Not even a single deathly glances from Shigaraki (Dabi’s body) can stop him from blemishing his sickeningly face, or maybe he will let Magne help him with it because she knows how to. Red lipsticks? Alright, whatever. Eyelashes? Yeah, Go ahead. Face mask? Sure thing. Maybe this is his way of pissing Shiggy off, intentionally.

• Puts a paper bag on his head. A resemblance to Shigaraki having Father’s hands on his face. Creating and cutting two holes around the eyes, Dabi leisurely walks around the hideout to mocking the man-child with the impersonating attire, “Seriously. How can you walk like this with those hands…don’t you like fall or something…” He says, committing this foolishness until the end.


• Don’t even get Shigaraki started, he can’t stand being near Dabi as it is and to be switching into his nearly scarred body is troublesome enough. The man-child gazed to the mirror for a while as spewing several insultments to himself (Dabi’s body, of course). Not even Father’s hand should touch his burnt countenance, but it calms him down too.

• “Get that off my face.” Dabi begins to venomously threat Shiggy to remove the hands from his face as it appeared ridiculous on him. All of those multilationating hands grasping onto his body tightly as Shigaraki sits there, apathetically gazing and propping himself with his elbows on the bar table. “Make me.” He hissed. They both argued.

• Writes ‘This Dimwit’ across his forehead with an arrow without a care. Well if he’s going to be trapped in his body, then why not make the best of out it while it lasts? Shigaraki grabs a black sharpie to imprinted belittling words over the remaining skins Dabi has. Such as ‘I’m a burnt ass nugget’/’etcetc, whatever comes to his thoughts.

• Probably make his body more like his original. Dying the ravenette pigment into a silvery one which doesn’t compliment Dabi’s appearance at all. Vermillion eye contacts, black trench coats, just… everything similar to Shigaraki. He already knows that the burnt boy will have to reverse his hair color when it’s over, plus rinsing the sharpie writing. It’s always entertaining watching him grumbling apoplectically.

SHINEE’s Jonghyun left us at 27.  SHAWOLS deserve a warm hug from every fandom right now.

You all know how we feel sad when our artist has the smallest bruise on their body or do not tweet for 2 days and we start missing them … imagine losing the one who gave you some hope and joy in life forever. 

Shawols, dear Shawols. beautiful Shawols who are as blue and impressive as the vast sea. As a BTS’ ARMY, I will stand by you. And as a human, I will cry with you. Even if you grieve, be proud you followed that man. I am another group’s fan but I knew all along how very respected, talented and loved he was. He also took care of BTS along with the other Shinee members. They are great and loving seniors.

He may have left this world but every artist who touches hearts lives forever. So bear him warmly is your core. And draw him smiling and happy in your memory.

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Shinee is a gem that needs to keep on shining like it always did. It’s at this time that you will need to stand by them the most. Stay strong and united. 

My deepest condolences go to his family, friends, fans, and Korea as a whole that just lost one of its immeasurable voices and souls. Rest in peace Jonghyun. You were so beaming, it will never dim.

Originally posted by dayumonew

Confirmed by his company SM HERE


“…I’m doing more than fine.”

I’ve never made a gifset before so excuse the shittiness of it, but man, out of everything he said in that last video, this one spoke to me the most. We’re all doing fine. I could go in depth about how this community has changed me, and how much I love seeing what you guys make, and jesus christ, just how much positivity radiates from our little nook on tumblr, but I think the big thing is that I’m just so proud to associate myself with you guys. 

(i hope you guys don’t mind if I tag you, I just thought I would reach out to some of my favorite jims)
@pleaseletthisjimbetaken @ironwoman359 @jim-protection-squad @ego-protection-squad @markired @snowelfxx @jiiiimmmm-with-dyed-hair


“So, I’m on a plane today. Here’s what I did to prepare to fly as a very fat person. (Thread.)” by @yrfatfriend


I brought my own seatbelt extender, so I wouldn’t have to ask for one. Sometimes my extender is confiscated by the TSA. Today it wasn’t. I’m not worried about the embarrassment of asking for a seatbelt extender. I know I’m fat. I’m worried that hearing me ask for an extender will prompt others to complain. If they do, it starts a domino effect of trouble for me. Passengers complaining to flight attendants will get me reseated, charged double, or escorted off the plane, stranded without a way home.

Over the last 2 yrs, about 50% of passengers in my row complained about me. So, my body is regularly discussed in my presence w/o my input. Some policies don’t include a refund or rebooking policy. So I could be out $1300 & still stranded. That’s a risk I take every time I fly. And no matter what happens, if someone complains, my body will be discussed loudly, with open revulsion, without regard for who hears it. As a very fat person on a plane, I am treated like luggage–a cumbersome, exasperating inconvenience. Inanimate & unfeeling.

I also checked my bag so I wouldn’t give any other passengers another reason to be irritated with me. I bought a first class tickets bc they’re a bit wider, but mostly because there are partitions between seats. So complaints are less likely.

Although I bought a first class ticket, and despite being ~60 lbs smaller than I used to be, the tray table doesn’t fit around me. Without a tray table, I can’t work for the full six hours. I also won’t be able to eat the first class meal that comes with the ticket. I also won’t request anything so the flight attendant doesn’t have to reach over me, again prompting my seat mate to complain.

So I’ll sit silently, arms crossed, so I don’t encroach on my neighbor’s space.

Today, I was lucky–I boarded & the flight took off without incident. I hope I’m so lucky on my return flight. No one likes flying. It’s not comfortable for anyone. But for some of us, it’s a major physical, financial & emotional risk.

And this isn’t about emotional fragility. I’m vulnerable, but I’m tough. This is about airline policies, and about what happens when others decide to make an issue of my body.

I was complained about for the first time about six years ago. I will never forget it. I was on an oversold flight, moved to a middle seat. The man sitting next to me became increasingly agitated. I said hello, asked how he was. He didn’t respond. He got up several times to talk to a flight attendant, pointing angrily back at me. My stomach sunk as I realized what was happening. When he returned, he gathered his things and said sharply, “this is for your comfort. It’ll be better for both of us.” The FA looked at him blankly and said "no it’s not. Someone else will be sitting here.” He scowled at her, then me, then moved to his new seat–directly in front of me.

I spent the rest of the flight with my arms & legs crossed, humiliated and alone. No one spoke to me or made eye contact. The flight attendant didn’t speak to me, but gave free food and drinks to the others in my row–rewards for tolerating my presence. No one said anything. No one interrupted him or reached out to me. I was invisible.

At the end of the flight, as we filed into the aisle, the man who asked to be reseated spoke to me. “I wouldn’t do that to someone who was pregnant or in a wheelchair,” he said. “I know,” I said. “That’s what makes this so awful.”

I didn’t fly for a year and a half after that. Refused travel for work, didn’t see my family, only traveled where I could drive.

I fly now because I love my family, who live about a thousand miles away. I don’t know what my life would be without my niece & nephew. I fly because I value my job, & I’m good at it. & bc advancing my career means traveling. People bigger than me may not have that option. I fly because my life is my own, and others’ preconceptions of me & my body won’t control it. But they can make it much, much harder.

If you learned something from this thread/think others might, please RT. It would genuinely help if others knew where their complaints lead.

Ronan probably always noticed how Adam’s ears would burn bright pink whenever he was embarrassed; but never thought it’d be because of him.

ugh i have so many emotions going through my head that i can’t focus on anything but voltron, and then i saw the whole “leak with keith in lance’s hoodie and close to tears???” thing that i had like no idea about (don’t ask me for details), and immediately, like the person i am, drew fanart. i didn’t actually have the chance to see it for real, this is just my take. 

haha this ain’t no real leak, but boy i wish it was. 

honestly, i feel like lance being MIA (missing in action) in later seasons would be a breaking point for him. he would have all of that build up from the team teasing him even though it actually hurts him more than they know, you have the scene in the bedroom where keith tries, but fails to comfort lance correctly bc he’s awkward and doesn’t know how to handle people, and lance was left feeling unsure yet again. 

lance, with still no confirmation that he’s valuable to the team, that he’s talented, that he deserves more recognition than he gets, get’s thrown into a horrible future situation, probably involving lotor. it gets so much worse, right?

and after all of that build up with he and keith? can you imagine how terrible that’d feel? for the one person you finally learn to trust, to confide in, now the closest thing you have to family, is abruptly taken away? and for you to be taken away from him? and not just away from him, but from the entire team?

if i’m correct, and i have no idea if any of this will happen, it’d totally destroy keith. specifically him. 

lance threw away the rivalry thing, and they actually became closer. they both gave each other smiles that no one else received before. i think they grew closer than any other paladin in the team. probably even shiro. sure, hunk and lance were close, but keyword were.

hunk and pidge are now spending way more time with each other, being the “smart” ones. and honestly, the scene when hunk calls lance dumb (in all fun) really surprised me. and pidge jumps in, assuring lance that: yes, you are dumb, we’ve established this before because you’ve made so many mistakes in this team. 

i don’t think they meant any harm, but they don’t tell lance that. they don’t ask him if he’s okay with them doing that. lance isn’t laughing along, but he’s playing along. all they see is his wall of bravado, and assume he brushes off insults just like that. 

but lance, he’s a lot more sensitive than they’d think. 

he takes things to heart, and he remembers them. he remembered the “goofball” comment from pidge, and he took it seriously while blue shut him out. a seemingly harmless comment only fueled his growing concerns.

and keith, he does stop the teasing, and he has this fond look on his face, but you can still see lance grimacing. imagine your group of friends teaming up on you…

keith had shiro, he always had shiro to back him, to comfort him when he was sad. then lance steps in shiro’s place while he’s gone. he comforts keith, he’s keith’s rock. he supports keith, and even with shiro back, he doesn’t let that go.

lance doesn’t just toss the reigns to shiro (or “clone” shiro lmfao) when he comes back. he keeps them for himself, he matures a lot. lance doesn’t want to let go of what keith and himself have made.

you see lance, then, struggling with some really deep issues, but he doesn’t have anyone. no one notices, so he keeps it to himself. he bottles it up until it just goes too far, so what does he do? he goes to keith. and keith isn’t great with people. lance confides in keith for that scene because he believes he would do a better job of reassuring him than shiro, and because the two had grown a deeper, more meaningful relationship. they both care about each other, but go about completely different ways on doing it. lance is great at comforting people, keith is not. but he tries, and we definitely saw that in s3.

lance chose keith over shiro. i think that’s very important. 

and imagine it, if lance is taken from the team in some situation in the next seasons, think of keith.

he would probably be really, really guilty. he’d probably look back at his words from the bedroom scene, and immediately want to fix it. he’d, to my hope, realize what he did incorrectly, and want to change it. just like for shiro, keith would want to find lance as soon as possible. he wouldn’t give up on lance, because lance didn’t give up on keith. 

lance kept pushing him forward even when he was splitting up the team by being reckless. lance was keith’s right hand man. 

and i hope, i sincerely hope we’ll see some confirmation for lance. i want the team to know how he feels. mostly by action, rather than words. if lance takes a beating for his friends, i think it tells us a lot more than him saying a few sentences. either one is fine, though. 

and action works a lot better for keith than words. he moves, he fights. he protects lance with swords, but lance can protect keith with words.

the dynamic between the two paladins is really exciting, and i just need the hurt/comfort amp volume to go up a couple notches. and romance. the bedroom scene was so damn romantic, dear lord. look me in the eyes and tell me they don’t have more than platonic feelings for each other. 

anyways, this was literally supposed to be like a paragraph but it evolved as i got more and more hyped for s4. 

i can’t wait.

What Your Homestuck Ship says about you

Rosemary: You did it. The only solid 100% no ambiguity about it ship to make it to endgame. A wedding, a happily ever after, a decent amount of screen time and development; other ships wish they had what you had.

DirkJake: One of the few “big kisses” in the comic. You breath a sigh of relief that it never officially sunk and you hope they work through their problems.

DaveKat: You enjoy friends to lovers plots and that satisfaction that you ended strongly.

DaveJade: You had almost given up hope only for a small bone to be thrown at you at the comic’s end.

DaveJadeKat: You’ve got an aversion to conflict and a smart savvy way to rectify your warring ships.

JohnDave: You’re a stable individual, there’s a lot of you. You appreciate the chemistry inherent in the two leads of every story.

JadeKat: Patronshipper at your core. DaveJadeKat was a surprising victory for you.

Karezi: You probably hate the RetJohn, and the lack of a concrete conclusion bothers you.

Daverezi: They hooked up and broke up entirely offscreen. Why Hussie? Why have you done this?

DavepetaJade: The unexpected blend of DaveJade’s chemistry and JadeNep’s animal motif. A colorful and pleasant surprise topped off with a kiss; you weren’t expected, but you’re here. The color scheme isn’t tacky!

JohnVris: In the back of your mind “I will Remem8er You” is playing.

GamKar: There is a duality to you like Gamzee’s faces :o( and :o). You’re either happy for the touching moments or frustrated with how it was handled. Much like the enigmatic clown himself.

GamTav: The term cinnamon role is perhaps overused… but not to you. No matter what relationship dynamic you like, Tavros will always be one.

SolKat: One’s grouchy, and the other’s… also grouchy! Winning sitcom formula! Frustratingly little Post Act 5 interaction!

AraSol: You are hopeful. For all that’s happened in this hell comic, you are hopeful.

Equara: You watch your inbox like a hawk. Should you let your guard down… that anon will appear.

SolFef: You are sad often. You wish for a conclusion or an interaction, but there are none.

EriSol: It was a rollercoaster, and you appreciate it, hopefully. If not, wow, man that was a weird one, and I guess the Sprite reunion was cute? 

CronKri: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

EriFef: Sprite reunion FTW. There’s some feeling of conclusion to be had there at least.

SlickPaint: A ship so cute you go :) but with an ending that makes you go >:(.

JohnRose: You’ve been here a while. Anti Shippers are your bane.

JohnRoxy: You didn’t expect to be here, you didn’t expect this development; but you are thankful for it.

CallieRoxy: You like cute things, fluff, adorable au’s, etc.

JaneRoxy: DirkJake shipmates for life! A cute color balance for a cute ship.

Fefeta: You like Roxy. You search for appropriate puns. 

Vriska/Terezi: You are either happy as hell for this ship or annoyed that the finale snubbed you. 

JohnKat: There’s “that” meme going about, you think it’s funny. You are a Promstuck fan.

VrisKan: Your interest in Homestuck ebbs and flows, but you’ve also been here a while. Even if you’ve moved on, some part of you will always remember that elongated heart from when Vriska got decked.

KatNep: Nepeta’s convo to Jaspersprite is one of the most powerful moments in the comic and nobody can tell you otherwise.

Johnrezi: The ship you never knew you liked.

Les8fins: You have complicated feelings towards Aranea and even more complicated feelings about who Meenah should end up with. You like angst.

Meowrails: You are legion for you are many. All fans have been touched by this ship.

DaveRose: You are a game developer. Homestuck’s future is in your hands.


You know what’s so great about this picture? You can’t see my chest.

As a pre transitioned transman I experience a lot of dysphoria with my chest area. Some days it’s very difficult and it’s all I think about… while some days it’s just a passing thought.

Regardless, I get out there assert myself as the man I am chest or not. Buttttt sometimes pictures catch me off guard like this one and give me hope that I will be able to have my body align with my mind.

But until then: I am still valid, I am still manly as hell, and I am still Harrison.

Seaside Sabbatical (M)

Summary: After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 11,145

Warning: Fisherman!Jin, Accountant!Reader, sexual themes, oral sex, profanity, discussion of taxes, terrible fishing jokes, unnaturally high levels of wish-fulfillment

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: This has enough wholesome fluff to give me a cavity, but it just felt right. Pardon the cheesiness, as there was no way to avoid it in this type of fic. Hope you enjoy!

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Can I just say how immensely glad I am that Twice Upon a Time did not go out of its way to force Twelve into regenerating?  I’m not even sure I can put into words how much that means.  Heaven Sent showed the brutality of living through trauma.  The sheer, bull-headed determination it takes to keep going when all you want is to lie down, stop fighting, and just lose.  Twice Upon a Time was utterly gentle.  There was no threat.  No bad guys.  Just a few people who were very afraid to die, and very afraid to keep going.  And the fact that it did this without the need to Raise the Stakes or make it bigger or better or more explosive or more impressive is a relief - a bit of an anticlimax is, after all, good for the hearts.  

For them to move through this story, to show the Doctor even the faintest fraction of hope, for him to show the sort of kindness only he can show - that fundamental message he chose his own face for, to just save someone, just one person and have that be enough - and through that show that even on the battlefield, even when the war looms, and wars upon wars after that, that in that one moment there can be kindness and goodness and hope is staggering.

For them to do this, for a man that has wanted nothing more than to stop, means so much.  That they don’t use some big ridiculous threat the Doctor must agree to survive to protect the world from, to let it, at the end of it all, remain his choice whether he lives or dies, his decision, his agency, in the face of his own fears…I can’t tell you how much that means.  I can’t tell you how important that is.

The Testimony are the embodiment of everything the Doctor has ever feared about regeneration.  The existential dread of a new body, a new self, something dragged up out of the ether that isn’t you but is you, remembers you, remembers being you; a flesh avatar, a 3-D printed transmat you, a clone, a copy, a space puddle, a glass woman - the list is endless, take your pick.  It’s why they’re important.  It’s why they matter here.  And it’s why, at the end, it matters so much more that the Testimony tapped into Bill and Clara.

There’s a lovely film documentary I saw a couple weeks ago about Nick Cave called 20,000 Days on Earth, and in that there’s an exceptionally poignant moment where Cave is asked about his greatest fear.  And what he says is that above all he fears losing his memory.  “Because memory is what we are.  I think your very soul and your reason to be alive is tied up in memory.”  And I keep coming back to that because it feels really really important in the context of this regeneration story.  

And I think it’s why Clara’s appearance matters, more than people give it credit for.  The Testimony are reflection of the Doctor somewhat, but more accurately, of Regeneration itself.  He needed to not only see it as something that was not a threat, but something that, above all else, could be kind.  Could give him back that piece of him that he missed, that shard of his soul he’d blocked up and thought gone for good.

Bill Potts, through Testimony, gave the Doctor the one gift that could pay him back for that shoebox of pictures.  Memories for memories; a loved one for a loved one.


One Punch Man ⇨ Saitama

Happy Birthday Julia!

I think one of my favorite aspects of the Six of Crows duology is the fact that Kaz and Inej do not end up together.

And that’s not because I don’t ship them.

It’s because Inej, unlike so many YA heroines, isn’t what “heals” Kaz. Her love doesn’t magically fix him or make him a better person. He wants to change for her– he wants to get over his phobia of human touch. He wants her to love him. But it isn’t some overnight happening. He doesn’t suddenly overcome his affliction because of his love for her.

In the end, Kaz is still morally ambiguous, sometimes outright corrupt, and still has severe PTSD trauma.

And while Inej might love Kaz despite those things, she is not willing to lower her worth to accept them in a relationship. “I will have you without your armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

That was one of the most powerful YA heroine lines to her love interest that I’ve ever read. So many fictional girls (and real girls, for that matter) stay in the hopes of fixing a man, of healing his brokenness. Inej wants to heal him, but she understands that she cannot. Only Kaz can heal himself. Only he can want it enough to change. And it won’t be some overnight affair. Wanting to change and actually changing are two entirely different things. Kaz will have to go through agonizing changes if he ever wants to grow.

So far, he has accepted that he is the “demon of the barrel”. He still wants to burn the world down. He is still angry and hurting. He talks about wondering why over the years, with every violent turn his life takes, why his phobia has only gotten worse. It’s because he’s let himself rot in it. He’s stripped any and all goodness in the world down to the barest threads.

That’s why he is not ready for Inej. Inej, who might have her own issues and flaws, but who still has hope for a better world. Who is still willing to fight for it.

It’s not Kaz’s inability to touch her that she wants him to work on. It’s his mindset. His finality in the evil in his heart and his acceptance of it. He will never get over his phobia until he can understand goodness, the goodness of touch, the goodness of man.

And Inej will not accept him while he still holds on to that armor of hatred. And I think that is beautiful. It is healthy. It shows a level of self-respect that is often sadly absent from our fiction today.