Listen I love the X-Men movies and all but just a thought: maybe you wouldn’t have such a hard time trying to shove everyone’s character development and backstories into one ensemble film (and subsequently cutting important characters out of the majority of said film) if you gave someone other than fucking Wolverine a solo movie.
Description: One day, you see something crazy on tv leading to cuddles with your favorite superhero.
Warnings: Fluff. So much fluff. Also adorably clumsy Evan. Also insecure Evan?
“EVAN THOMAS PETERS!! GET YOUR FAMOUS BUTT IN HERE!!”
Your boyfriend flew into the room with a wild expression and hair sticking in different directions. “ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU HURT? WHAT IS HAPPENING?” Evan panted as he checked you over, making sure you were alright. “I’m fine you idiot. Look at the tv.”
You happened to be flipping through channels when your boyfriends name read across the screen.
“..and the nominees can be viewed on MTV.com.” You dove for your laptop, threw open the cover and furiously began typing.
“Babe, what’s going on?” Evan was thoroughly confused by the way you were acting. “SHH!” You finished typing and started to busy yourself with clicks and scrolls. You seemed to find what you were looking for and practically threw the laptop in poor Evan’s face.
“Look! Look! Oh my gosh, look!!” Evan caught the computer midair and scrutinized the view that was presented on the screen. The page read, ‘MTV Movie Awards. Best Comedic Performance Nominees.’ “No. You’re messing with me.” You laughed at Evan’s expression. “This is all very serious Ev. Oh and go back a page.”
He did as told and it basically said the same but with Action Performance. “TWO?! Holy crap!” “Babe this is so huge for you. Being nominated for two big awards? SO PROUD!!”
Evan suddenly became quiet. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. Extremely confused and a little worried, you asked, “what’s eating you, babe?”
He slowly set the laptop down and stepped over to where you were sitting on the couch. “You,” he said.
“Me?” you asked. “You. These are your awards.”
By now you were very worried and reached to check his temperature. He was probably just overexcited.
“Babe. I don’t believe you’re thinking straight. What’s up?” “This is your award. You’re the one who got me out of bed every morning even if I was being an arse about it. You made sure I was fed and hydrated so I could function at work. You supported me every night I felt I wasn’t doing Peter justice. You were.. are my rock. I wouldn’t even have got the audition if you hadn’t pushed me to. So yeah, these are your awards.”
The room fell into a calm aura, setting your emotions skyrocketing. “Sure I helped you, but that’s just it. I helped. Who’s the one who read scripts until three in the morning making sure he wouldn’t screw up his lines? Who went to the gym even though he hated it there so his character would look the part? Who acted the same scene for sixteen plus hours one day and was just as excited to do the same thing the next day? That was all you, baby. So if you want to call the awards partially mine, I’ll let you, but they are yours and you did everything to deserve them. You are a great actor and your coworkers tell me they’ve learned a lot from you. I’m so proud, baby. I’m so proud.”
Evan was practically in tears now. He always questioned his acting ability yet you always could reassure him. He could never tell you how thankful he was for you. He just couldn’t do it without you by his side. Someday he’d ask you to be with him forever. Just not yet.
“Thank you, baby girl. I love you so much.” “I love you too my Quicksilver.”
That day ended in cuddles watching his X-Men movies.
When a man says he loves a woman, he means it the same way he loves a fancy sportscar or enjoying a fine craft beer. He means he thinks you’re the best thing for him to enjoy of all the options he’s seen so far. He sees you as a top tier product for consumption, a trophy to display on his arm rather than a shelf.
He sees you and thinks you would make a good baby factory for him to use, and a good house servant to take care of him.
He views dating as a job interview for marriage because he sees you as working for him like an employee who exists to provide him with anything and everything he asks for, including your body and your soul.
He doesn’t love women the way we love men, or the way we love each other.
The main reason i love gintama so much all these years, is how real sorachi is at conveying his thoughts and feelings through his characters. The common theme of course, is coping and having the courage to carry on living after a great tragedy. And more often that not, in gintama, one tragedy followed after another. Sorachi had constantly reminded his readers that society has placed too much expectations on itself - what people expected of women, how they view and belittled women, their finite youth and how to maintain that dignity when beauty is lost (ryuuguujou arc), how idol otas are ridiculed, how they had to rank every little thing (popularity poll arc) it just goes on and on and on. It is no wonder each chapter is called a “Lesson”.
Among the many shounen manga i have read since i was a child, gintama truly treated its female characters with the most respect. I can never forget the courtesan of a nation arc, or how sorachi nurtures my perpetual desire to grow old to be someone like Otose. I also remember the many times sorachi has said all the girls are stronger than the guys (summer vacation at the pool) and the dekoboko arc (”they are stronger than when we were men!”) I love how honest and self-deprecating sorachi always is. How each time he, without hesitation, admits that “all men are trash.” And this is how he draws me in - gintama encourages people. You can be trash, but you can still be a hero. You can be yourself, and live an ordinary life that you can be proud of. No matter who you are, you are worthy. You just have to live.
I dont want to write a deep, introspective essay.. this is just a 2.48am blurp about how much i appreciate this unpretentious series and sorachi for saving my life. Sorachi isnt infallible, but he is a still full of wisdom. From gintama, he sounds like he is sometimes 5, sometimes 20, sometimes 60 years old, though.