I Looooove Characters Who Are Sacrificial Lamb Coded. Characters Who Have Never Lived For Themselves.

i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.

If there's one specific distinct thing that I do that pissess off a very specific type of people to no end, it's my insistence on distinguishing between short term discomfort and long term damage. These are two completely different things for me, and if someone tells me "don't do that, it's bad for you", I need to know which one it is so I can respond accordingly.

I do not give a shit about short term discomfort. If the negative effect of something is only temporary, I'd rather endure the consequences of my action than waste my sparse brain cells in efforts to avoid it. I have a high pain tolerance and if something is only going to be temporary and inconvenient, I can handle it just fine without complaining of the consequences of my actions.

But I do care about long term damage. Unlike temporary inconvenience, small damage that gradually builds up over time and only gets progressively worse is a serious consequence that is worth the effort to avoid. And to someone who does not make this kind of distinctions, my way of sorting things into "super important, must be followed with absolute commitment" and "I cannot verbally express how little I give a shit about this" seems infuriatingly arbitrary. And once this type of people figure out why I want to know why I'm not supposed to do something, they'll refuse to tell me because they hate it when I contemplate the answer and elect to ignore it.

For example, I do not give a shit about sunburn, but I do give a shit about skin cancer. If the only consequence of being unprotected in the sun was my skin peeling off sometimes, I don't think I'd bother with sun screen. But because the sun damage accumulates and builds up over time into long term damage, I do not play stupid with sunscreen. The same with everything else.

I currently have a thin layer of superglue covering the tips of several of my fingers because "don't get superglue on your fingers" is a temporary inconvenience. It'll wear off eventually.

ok you know what? gwen assuming sam did something fucked up in order to consider joining the OIAR has got to be projection. she snaps back when he asks her why she joined and I just have to believe the reasons for each one of them joining aren't too savory. also, gwen doesn't want to talk about why she joins but she wants to climb the ladder? she Definitely is looking for something and that is Not a job. honestly maybe the non-puppeted by jonah version of elias bouchard might have burned down at the institute? might be a thing there???

y'all ever reach the end of google

Ah yes, my favorite Magnus Archives antagonists such as:

Chain smoking anglerfish

Worms who commit identity theft

Delivery men who canonically look exactly like delivery men

Man who is also a maze

Woman who is also a maze who ate man who was also a maze

Hey, wasn't your coworker shorter yesterday?

Body builder who... Well, take a guess

Old man who just really fucking loves heights

Diversity win! Arsonist serial killer who serves a god of destruction has a lesbian crush on her God's Messiah

Homophobic vase (I couldn't leave out the homophobic vase)

Honestly are we sure that's not just a really big pig?

What if your shitty manager tricked you into the thrall of a dark god?

Man who just wants to die alone

The circus is in town! Oh no!

Woman who sees absolutely no downside to extinguishing the sun

Have you heard this new band? Their music is to die for!

Spiders

The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.

So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.