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@hopewielding
My colleagues and I have just published an article in The Conversation, titled How research is helping to reduce prejudice between people online. If you’ve ever been curious about the research I’m doing for my PhD in social psychology, this is a good place to start!
i'm making a petition to start a basketball team at the school :)
“Baseball or bust.”
loving people does not end well for me
questionablc:
Truthfully, Montoya knows not what to make of this all. There’s scientific disbelief and Gothamite distrust and the tenuous Gothamite relationship with suits. It manifests in the hesitation now, as the thoughts of a detective nitpicking yet another witness statement kicks in.
Her mind’s eye turns to her city, disenchanted.
❝You sure it’s just one?❞
“Pretty sure.” She’s not sure what to make of the other woman’s attitude. She doesn’t seem to be hostile, but she’s not exactly welcoming, either. The lack of any discernible features -- Kitty still hasn’t worked that one out -- doesn’t help. Still, she’s the only person in the whole city who hasn’t looked at her like she wants to wear her skin. As far as she can tell.
“Know anyone that fits the bill? Their mutation might not be visible. It could be an ability they have that no one else does,” she cants her head towards the wall, “They’re probably young and freaked out. They might have caused an accident the police can’t explain...”
questionablc:
The smile lends some ease to her gait, though reeling persists. Renee hides behind this realm of questions - the answers are known, but not much else.
❝You’d be surprised.❞
She must be the one to further the probe, she does so with telling uncertainty:
❝—You looking for something?❞
“Someone,” Kitty corrects her, planting a spandex-covered hip against the same cold brick wall she had phased through. At least her costume offers some protection against the grime -- this city is somehow even filthier than New York. She just hopes that its residents are more understanding, less prone to the whole pitchforks-and-torches thing, “A mutant; I’m an X-Man. I got an alert that there’s one here, somewhere -- this place is a maze.”
“I’m guessing you’re not it.”
questionablc:
Reeling still, she attempts down the path of science. The mistake leaves her stationary for way too long, little improvement from the prior complete disbelief. Questions nag at her regardless, but the remark is, at least, home ground.
❝You’re gonna make me blush.❞
She snorts, her horror over the other woman’s face-- or lackthereof -- giving way to an impressed smile. If she is the new mutant Kitty’s looking for, she’s surprisingly confident about her mutation. Did the skin grow slowly, had she been born with it, or had she woken up one morning completely changed? “How many people have you used that one on?”
questionablc:
It’s not rare, Montoya starstruck: knees soft, jaw slack — but not quite like this. This is one for the books, she sluggishly concedes. If there’s any dignity the mask saves, she can only hope.
The words come shaken to this cop who’s seen it all:
❝That’s- that’s quite an entrance.❞
“Thanks.” The word comes out of her mouth automatically, before she’s even laid eyes on the woman who’s not-original utterance she answers -- a woman who doesn’t appear to have a face. Could she be the mutant she’s looking for? Kitty tries to suppress her grimace, “That’s quite a face.”
date someone that makes you roll your eyes and smile after
Not for nothing, but your best friend is marrying your brother tomorrow. Kinda thought you’d be happier. I’m totally happy. And not a great actor.
was it harder to die? or harder to be the one who survived?
sparkystarsmore:
hopewielding replied to your post: @hopewielding WHERE ARE YOU YOU NEED TO POST YOUR…
lol what thoughts would you like to hear
ALL THE THOUGHTS
also if we’re all being baited by the rumors/quasi-spoilers about XMG 32 and the upcoming annual. *cough*
My thoughts are:
Apathetic to how Kiotr is being done in X-Men Gold, so also apathetic to the fact that the wedding didn’t go through
Glad that Illyana said (kind of) what we were all thinking about the wedding, and that Kitty listened
Indifferent to Rogue/Remy, but congrats to people who ship them!
If Kurt seriously proposes to Rachel after a handful of issues of them just awkwardly dancing around each other and Kurt comfortingly touching her arm every time she gets a nose bleed, I will put my head through a wall
PUT RACHEL AND CABLE NEXT TO EACH OTHER JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MARVEL HOW MANY MORE GREY/SUMMERS DO WE HAVE TO SACRIFICE FOR THEM TO INTERACT (but the Jean, Rachel, and Jean thing was cute)
I am doing my very very best not to think too hard about what might be coming up because Marvel are queer-baiting cowards and I don’t want to be disappointed
I am officially a published researcher! My colleagues and I have had our research into an online intervention for reducing homophobia accepted into The Journal of Sex Research! Once I get a link, I will share it with anyone who is interested.
independent & selective RACHEL GREY / PRESTIGE of MARVEL COMICS
loved by Rachel
in another universe i’m able to save you
comradesteel:
“I do believe that.” A simple response, though he wasn’t surprised how she reacted. Given their long and sordid history, even in his own feelings, this was a difficult thing that the two, three, of them needed to work through. Communication is the best thing for that. “I already spoke to Illyana, my little Snowflake was very forthcoming.” The mutant did find it in himself to chuckle. He reached out with large hands, tilting his former lover’s chin up to allow them to meet eyes.
“I have had time to process, Katya, I’m not angry. Confused, perhaps, but never angry.” He couldn’t be angry with her, and he couldn’t be angry with his sister. “There was something else though…and it’s something that I can’t-” Piotr found himself choking on his own throat. Katherine Pryde was a mutant, a friend, that he’d known for so many years that it only made sense that she’d be one of the first people he’d tell. Only Illyana learned before. And given how ANOTHER one of Kitty’s exes recently came out of the closet, he feared that she may blame herself. “I uh…”
Of course he believes her. Of course he isn’t angry. That’s so aggravatingly just like the Piotr Rasputin she knows and loves – and it makes her feel that much worse, to have done what she has to someone so compassionate and undeserving. Getting with her ex’s sister has to be one of the worst betrayals – not to mention, a terrible romantic comedy trope – and yet he’s taking it all in stride.
Reluctantly, she lets him guide her chin up, and looks into those stupidly understanding blue eyes. “I hope not too forthcoming…” she murmurs, barely able to get the words out with her insides twisting and knotting like they are. At least, she thinks, Illyana has already spoken to him. She’ll have to debrief with her later, so they can whine together over just how annoying her big brother is – and so she can insist that the two of them can’t whine about her.
She’s struggling with what to say next, whether she should apologise more or attempt to lighten the mood, when his expressions turns suddenly forlorn, his words sticking in his throat. Her throat clenches -- fear that she might be losing him after all. What if he’s decided to leave again, that he can’t be around her and Illyana anymore? That it hurts too much? It’s not like she hasn’t done the same, but she can’t lose him. Apprehensively, she covers his big hand with her own. “What is it, Piotr? You know you can tell me anything. Besides,” she adds, forcing a smile, “It’s not like I can get mad at you, now.”
