#especially not with whatever trash argument ‘should we call him an angel for killing people

[worstloki]

people worry or disagree with how the writers describe loki but in a way they not wrong as loki could be seen as pompous he literally went to earth and told people to kneel before him and called hulk a dull creature before uttering i am a god and his line i am loki and i am burdened with glorious purpose like sorry to burst your bubble, but that is clearly a pompus attitude. loki practically thinks his better than people on earth and they should kneel before him because his a god and better than a dull creature the hulk, i like loki but some of his fans are blind to his flaws also loki is an ass, i don't see how it wrong to call him that. like what are we going to call him? a sweetheart/angel for killing people? and trying to rule earth? etc like loki himself says his bit of both, good and bad. his not a saint. no offense but some loki fans need to stop wrapping him into cotton wool and accept/acknowledge his not a saint/his flaws after all his called the god of mischief for a reason.

I wouldn’t call him any more pompous for killing people, no, and he literally is a god, even if it’s only as a title (but remember how Hela and Thor were raving on about that in Ragnarok?), so I’m not seeing any real arguments for Loki being those things or an @$$ other than “boo hoo Loki killed people.”

It ain’t news that he’s done good and bad things, though feel free to expand on how that’s an argument in favour of kept characterisation when Loki’s expressed through words and action that he doesn’t want a throne, sees other races more equally than other Asgardians, and is ridiculously sentimental and selfless even when it comes to hatred. He’s also proven he holds jealousy towards Thor though that only lasted through Thor 1, resentment towards being treated lesser and betrayed, and a trademark stubbornness for the idea he deserves to be treated at least equally to others, which was exemplified and at its extreme in Avengers 1.

None of this is to say he hasn’t killed or lied/tricked people, but even if we for a moment pretend Loki wasn’t being tortured or wasn’t influenced by the mind stone his behaviour and personality still doesn’t line up (in what we’ve seen so far). This opinion will vary, and we’ve only seen clips so far, but please refrain from insisting that Loki is an @$$ with the proof that the character or another says he’s a bit of both.

Frankly how the writer describes the character is especially concerning because that’s the one way I’ve seen him describe him. “A pompous @$$” doesn’t show that he’s understood the character completely, only that he’s chalked up the Avengers 1 attitude to arrogance alone, but, I also don’t expect an interview to demonstrate the whole of his thoughts, which I think is reasonable.

Maybe sit down and read some decent meta before deciding he’s being cotton wrapped for being flawed and that people aren’t already aware of this stuff because the “fans are blind but I’m right bc I agree with canon” attitude isn’t very good. It’s okay to be critical of the media you consume and have different interpretations of things, or even the same, but all you’ve done here is shown you haven’t paid attention to and are still insisting on invalidating another view.

If you think that’s an accurate description of the character then that’s wonderful for you! Now try not to make fun of people who may not be in awe of the same words, especially if they provide decent reason to be apprehensive of them.

#anon #I’m too tired for this right now #Loki might not be a saint for killing but people are allowed to call him one for lasting a millennia on Asgard with the way he was treated #or for putting maybe 2% effort into the attack and 40% into monologuing away clues to his plan for the invasion #or if we’re going further forward than the past two movies #for not betraying Thor and risking the universe in TDW #for showing up with the statesman in Ragnarok after Thor left him convulsing indefinitely on the ground on sakaar #for not taking advantage of Asgard or bring its downfall while ruling as Odin #you’re allowed to think Loki’s an @$$ but you don’t get to tell others that they should too #especially not with whatever trash argument ‘should we call him an angel for killing people?’ is #you know what? maybe I will call him an Angel for that #the death toll of the invasion wasn’t even 80 and he stalled Thanos by YEARS singlehandedly and took 3 stones out of his reach #he then takes the prison sentence he gets and sticks to it till broken out #he’s served more punishment than many ‘heroes’ combined for actions not half as bad as what they’d done #maybe Loki’s an angel and anon is the @$$? #who is to say? #not me because I am by far too tired for this #blanket warm #whatever this ask is meant to be...... not warm #‘Loki thinks himself above the dull creature of the hulk and the humans who wouldn’t survive being thrown around by him’ yeah no sh*t #it’s a good think Thor for example doesn’t exhibit similar traits despite his ‘redemption’ in Thor 1 🙄 #imagine thinking that ‘characters have flaws’ is an argument when someone says a character is feeling ooc to them #anon no really I insist the only thing about Loki that is flawed is the deterioration of his eyebrows after Thor 1 #it does seem you’ll enjoy the show though so that’s good for you #I agree critical thinking off is a way to enjoy it too! #the Loki show #Loki spoilers #Loki show spoilers #‘wrapping him in cotton’ just made me think about Asgardian bathroom habits again #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA show comes out today!!!!

[ilovemygaydad]

Dance, Dance [Final]

Part Eight: Rewrite

Based off this post that you really need to read for context!

Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, rejection, logan’s kind of an asshole to virgil, anxiety, panic attacks, people being shitty, cheating, deceit, lying, breakups, verbal arguments,and possibly something else

A/N: guys. it’s done. it’s finally, really done! this fic has been a huge boost in confidence for me, and i’m really excited to share this final chapter with you! a really special thanks to @wisepuma23 because they were the one who first listened to me ramble about this idea way back in october, and all of my friends who have listened to me complain and groan about it since. this has gotten so much more traction than i ever could have believed, and for my first actually finished long-term fic, I couldn’t be happier. thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me. i couldn’t have done any of this without your love and support.

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“He did what?! Do I need to kill him?” Roman paced in front of Logan, who was perched on the hood of his car, hunched in on himself.

“No! I just…” Logan glanced up with sadness in his eyes. “What did I do wrong, Ro?”

“Nothing! Well, actually, I’m not sure, but I know you, and you’re as boring as a stick in a mud puddle. I mean--just, okay. Look…”

Logan slid off the hood of the car; he didn’t need Roman adding to his already shitty mood. “Are you going to help me understand what’s wrong with me, or are you going to continue throwing out these petty insults?”

“It was an accident, okay? Let’s go ask Patton if he knows what’s going on. I’m sure he’s not in the dark.”

Roman knocked gently on the window of the yearbook room a few minutes later. “Pat! Hey!”

Patton looked up at them, frowned, and pulled the blinds down.

“Woah, Pat, what’s with the blinds?” They went around the corner to the next set of windows. “We need your help.”

Logan interjected, “It’s about Virgil!”

“Sweetheart, please--”

A harsh look from Patton cut Roman off swiftly. “Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me!” The blinds flew down.

Desperation clawed at Logan’s chest. “Just one minute, Patton. Please.”

Patton yanked open a section of a blinds and glared at them. “Sorry, I don’t take favors from shitty humans.” The blinds shut again.

“Um, back door, Logan! Quick!” The two ran around to the back, skidding through the door just before Patton reached it. “Gotcha.”

Patton looked surprisingly menacing for being dressed in a pastel blue flower crown, light pink sweater and tights, a pair of Winnie the Pooh overall shorts, frilly white socks, and matching blue heeled-boots. “Looking to marr that pretty little face of yours, superstar?” He flashed his claw-like nails at the boys and stalked a few feet back to sit on a counter.

“Hey, don’t go hurting the money maker!” Roman cried out.

“You,” Patton pointed at Logan, “broke my best friend’s heart. Get the fuck out of our lives.”

Logan felt like he was going to cry from all of the emotions he was feeling. “I don’t even know what I did wrong!”

“Don’t even play that shit with me, Logan. He knows you cheated. Get lost.”

“That’s not true!”

“Really? That’s funny ‘cause Virgil saw you with Remy.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, no! No, Patton, I swear that it isn’t like that. Remy broke into my house and tried to convince me to--” His voice broke off as he remembered the harsh tugs and sharp teeth. “He--I told him no and forced him to leave. Remy set me up. I would never do something like that to Virgil. You’ve got to believe me.”

Patton stared at them for a long time before he sighed. “Look, I really do want to believe you, and I want Virgil to be happy.” He paused. “Especially now that he’s stuck with that stupid prick for another year…”

“He didn’t get into Manhattan?”

“They didn’t even give him the audition.”

“Why would they reject him? He’s the best dancer that I’ve ever seen…” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to calm himself down.

Patton shrugged. “Maybe they changed their minds.”

There were a few seconds of silence before Roman whispered, “But we could change them back…”

“We can?”

“Holy shit,” Logan muttered. “We can!”

Patton narrowed his eyes. “What are you two talking about?”

“Just get Virgil to come to that dance competition, and we’ll do everything from there,” Logan called as he dragged Roman out the door. “Thank you!”

Virgil was taking out the trash when he heard the familiar sound of Patton’s van approaching. He turned around and watched as it pulled up to the curb next to him with Patton and Roman inside. He barely cared that he was in his pajamas and not wearing a binder; there was barely any feeling left inside of him at all. He threw a blank look at Patton.

“Hey, Virge… We need to show you something.”

He blinked and turned to Roman. “Why are you here?”

“Well,” Roman said, already beginning his theatrics. “Sometimes relationships have misunderstandings. Even the greatest and most fantastic ones do, okay? But you and Logan are so wonderful together, and I hate to see your relationship go to waste like this. It’s like Shakespeare once said--”

Patton held out a garment bag. “Please go get dressed. It’ll be worth it.” He smiled. “I promise.”

Ten minutes later, Virgil was dressed in a purple and black tank top, ripped black jeans, and a leather jacket with plaid patches and sitting in the parking lot of--wait for it--Logan Parker’s dance competition.

“What are you guys trying to pull?”

Roman flinched back at the harshness in his voice, but recovered quickly. “We felt bad that you didn’t get your audition, so we hooked you up--”

“By bringing me to Logan’s competition?”

“...Yeah.”

Virgil glared at the others. “I told you that I’m done dancing.”

“Virge,” Patton murmured. “This isn’t about the competition, okay? Trust me.”

Another snarky comment was about to come out of Virgil’s mouth when a different voice called out, “Roman, you’re on in five!”

“Shit. Alright, while you contemplate the most important moment of your entire life, I’ve got to go host this competition.” He leaned through the driver’s side window and kissed Patton’s cheek. “I’ll see you inside, babe.”

“Bye…” Patton watched Roman leave for a few seconds before turning back to Virgil. “This is going to be worth it.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go inside.”

“Yay!”

“Welcome, everybody, to Logan Parker’s dance competition!” Roman greeted just as Virgil and Patton entered the venue. “I’m your host, The Prince! While I’m sure you all would like to continue to be entertained by yours truly, I’d like to introduce the man who made all of this possible: Logan Parker!”

The crowd erupted, and Logan bounded onstage with a huge grin. “Hello, Los Angeles!” The screaming grew louder. “I was just backstage, and you wouldn’t believe the amazing dancers that we’ve gathered here today! The judges are going to have a really tough time choosing our winner, but I’m sure they’ll be able to do it. The dancers are going to be judged on three categories: style, individuality, and skill. Don’t forget to cheer on your favorite dancers; your enthusiasm will help the judges out a little with their decisions. The winner will be dancing with me in my next music video, so make this count!”

“Thanks, Lo! While you head on back to your seat, let’s call out our first dancers: Kai and Lauren!”

Virgil watched the first three acts with Patton, making comments about how amazing the dancers were, when Roman stepped on stage with a bored expression. “The next act goes by the name of Ember Blatt. He’s doing… something.”

Ember started “dancing” to a really bad remix of an old song, and Virgil put his head in hands. Dominic’s ridiculous commentary from the audience pierced Virgil’s thoughts, and as soon as his attention was back on the stage, Toby ran on and pushed Ember away to start his own routine. It was almost sad how awful they were doing.

Roman quickly intervened and shooed them offstage. “Wow… That was just awful, huh?” The crowd laughed, and Roman smiled. “Well, let’s keep this show going! Put your hands together for Remy Sinclair, who will be our last act of the night!” Virgil pursed his lips and looked away before Remy could walk into his line of sight.

“Hey,” Patton whispered. “You’re so much better than Remy.”

Virgil just nodded and turned his gaze towards the side bleachers. The judges were sitting there, jotting down notes on their little legal pads next to Logan. Just as he was about to look away, Logan looked over and locked eyes with Virgil.

“That was Remy Sinclair, everyone!” Roman’s voice captured everyone’s attention once more. “It’s finally time for the judges to deliberate on who will be the winner of this competition, since that was our last dancer tonight!” The audience exploded into boos, and Roman’s dramatic nature came out full force. “Are you telling me that you haven’t seen enough dancers tonight? Certainly that can’t be true!” The crowd whooped. “Well, a prince should never leave his subjects displeased! DJ, can I please have some music?”

An energetic beat pumped through the speakers, and Roman started to dance along. Patton squealed and rushed up to the front of the crowd to watch his boyfriend’s performance.

Virgil was just happy that Patton had found someone he was content with.

As soon as Roman finished his routine, Logan picked up a mic and joined his best friend on the stage. “While that was a fantastic little surprise for you all, I think the one we have next will be even better. Are you ready?” The crowd cheered. “Hit it!”

The lights cut out in the whole auditorium, leaving everyone in complete darkness for a few moments. Suddenly, a spotlight flickered to light on Logan center stage, and the exhilaration of a performance rushed through his veins as the music picked up. He moved in time with every beat until his cue to start singing.

It’s become so hard for me to be surprised, but you’re bringing back the real me, and no judgement in your eyes.

Logan caught Virgil’s gaze in the crowd, and he couldn’t help but smile. He sang a few more lines before cutting his band off and addressing the crowd. “Hold on! Wait, everyone, I’m sorry. I want this to be perfect, and I know that it won’t be until I have someone very special onstage with me.” He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Virgil? Are you out there?” His eyes scanned the crowd, but he didn’t catch any sight of Virgil. “Virge? I know you’re here…”

Nothing. He looked at Roman and Patton, who had met up in the crowd, and they both had the same worried expression that he did.

“Come on, Virgil… Please…”

Roman, ever the drama queen, hefted himself up onto an empty chair and started chanting “Virgil” right in the center of the crowd. Within a few repetitions, the entire auditorium was chanting, making it easier to spot those who weren’t going along with the chant. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan caught sight of someone moving towards the edge of the crowd.

“Virgil!”

Virgil froze.

Damn it.

He glared at Logan, who didn’t seem affected by the expression at all. “Virgil, will you dance with me?”

“Oh,” Virgil scoffed. “Dance with you? No thanks.”

“I may be wrong, but you’re the most incredible dance partner that I’ve ever had.” Logan’s smile shifted from sweet to sassy, and he looked out to the audience. “Even though I taught him everything he knows…”

“That’s odd… I remember you saying that you forgot why you even started dancing until you met me.” Scandalized oohs scattered around the auditorium, and Logan honestly looked a bit surprised at the venomous burn he’d just received.

“That’s fair. I did say that, so… how about you come on up here and show me why I remembered in the first place.”

Damn my competitiveness.

Virgil ran up the steps to the stage, shrugging his jacket off as he went. His expression stayed sharp even as Logan’s pretty brown eyes gazed down at him. “Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, please give a warm welcome to Virgil Santiago!”

As soon as the cheers died down, Virgil smirked at Logan. “Let’s see… How about we start off with one of your little boy band moves?” The music played for a phrase, and he easily mimicked one of Logan’s moves, eliciting some praise from the crowd.

“Cute.” Logan said with a raised eyebrow. “And that was…?”

“Right, sorry.” Virgil gently placed his hands on Logan’s chest and looked up with a sickeningly sweet smile. “That was you.” He pushed away, causing Logan to stumble a few steps as he processed what just happened.

“That’s not really how it goes. You need a bit of help?” Logan snarked as soon as he’d recovered.

“As if you could have done it any better.”

Logan scoffed. “Virge, I invented that move. Watch this.” Virgil stepped out of the way and watched an albeit impressive expansion of the move. “Top that.”

“Top that,” Virgil parroted mockingly, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “Shut up.” Another phrase of music played, and Virgil let some of his ballet training out with some spins and leaps. The crowd applauded with more enthusiasm than ever.

“Remember this?” Logan looked Virgil right in the eyes as he performed one of the moves they had made up while they were cleaning, and Virgil added on, ending with a hip check that made Logan stumble. “Oh, it’s on, Santiago!”

The music picked up, and they entered an intricate duet. They spun and jumped and danced across the stage, shutting out the world and allowing the music to guide them. Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and handed him a mic.

“Sing with me?”

For a few minutes, Virgil forgot about Logan cheating and Manhattan and all the other shitty things that were wrong in his life and he just let go. He got caught up in the lyrics and choreography, allowing himself to be spun.

The song ended, and Virgil found himself pressed up to Logan; both of them were breathing heavily from the performance. Virgil heard the crowd cheer, and he looked out at the people gathered in the seats and caught sight of Remy glaring at him. Panic bubbled up in his chest, and without a second thought, he rushed off stage into the arms of Patton and Roman. Subconsciously, he heard Logan thanking the audience, but it wasn’t until Logan had placed a hand on his shoulder that he registered there was a break in activity.

“Virgil, you were… incredible,” Logan huffed, smiling gently.

“You were too.” Virgil fidgeted with his hands, and he suddenly wished that he had his hoodie to hide in.

“If you’re all upset because of Remy and me, I can promise you that there is nothing going on between me and him.” Virgil made an unconvinced face. “Virge, I would never do anything like that to you. Not to mention that the only reason I dated Remy in the first place was… I thought he could fix me. Obviously, there was nothing to fix, but I was desperate, and Remy was so focused on my looks and fame that he became obsessed. He set me up that night.” Logan paused. “Virgil, I love you so much, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Okay,” Virgil whispered. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Good; I’m totally kissable.”

“Oh my god, will you let that go?”

Logan smirked and reached up to grab the winner envelope from the bleachers behind Virgil. “Never.” Virgil rolled his eyes and pushed Logan onstage, where he immediately regained his energetic performing personality. “Thank you so much to all of the dancers and audience members who came out tonight! You all are amazing, and I love you guys, but there can only be one winner of this competition. That person is… Virgil Santiago!”

Virgil bounded up the steps and threw himself into a hug with Logan.

“Hey!” Remy interrupted. “This isn’t fair! I should have won!” In a wild turn of events, tears welled up in his eyes as he turned to Virgil. “But you were really amazing out there.” The couple watched in awe for a few seconds as Remy rushed away.

Soon enough, they were ambushed by Roman and Patton, who screamed congratulations and praise. They chatted a bit before Patton was shoved out of the way by Dominic and the twins.

“How dare you, Virgil! How dare you embarrass me and your brothers like that?!” Dominic snarled. “How do you think that it makes us look that you, our maid, wins the Logan Parker competition? You have humiliated us in front of the entirety of Los Angel--”

“Excuse me! Sorry,” a short man in a brown suit and a pink, blue, and white striped tie said as he pushed his way through the crowd, stopping in front of Virgil with a sweet grin. “Hello! My name is Dr. Emile Picani from the Manhattan Academy for Arts and Language. Mr. Santiago, I must say that you dance spectacularly for someone with two broken legs.” His happy personality immediately turned venomous as he glanced at Dominic.

“Two broken--What do you mean two broken legs?” Virgil glared at Dominic, who just made a face.

“Don’t look at me like that. We’ll talk about this when we get home. Twins!” He turned and began to walk downstage. “Let’s go!” A horrifying screech rang through the auditorium as Dominic, ever the idiot, fell off the front of the stage in a twisted heap. Everyone stared for a moment as Dominic groaned, but Dr. Picani interjected.

“Anyway, we would be absolutely honored if you would come study with us in Manhattan on a full scholarship. Just call me on Monday so we can get everything squared away!” He pressed a business card into Virgil’s hand. “Congratulations, Mr. Santiago.”

Virgil only waited until Dr. Picani had left to scream and pull Logan into a kiss.

Epilogue

“And call me every day, Virgil! I’ll never be able to survive the rest of senior year without you,” Patton whined as he hugged Virgil again.

“I think Roman will keep you company just fine until you’re picking me up in your private jet so we can go shopping in Paris.”

Patton laughed and ruffled Virgil’s hair, but their farewells were cut off by Dominic’s squeaky wheelchair rolling towards the door. “Hey! I need my meds pronto! Did you hear me, Virgil?”

Virgil saw Logan roll his eyes as he packed away the last suitcase into the van and giggled.

“A little help would be nice, Virgil!”

“Sorry, Dominic,” Logan said, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “He doesn’t work for you anymore.”

“Come on! Virgil, don’t just leave me!”

Tuning out Dominic’s incessant rambling, Virgil pulled Logan closer. “I can’t believe all of my dreams are coming true.”

“You deserve it.”

“Yeah.” Virgil grinned. “Yeah, I really do.”

#dance dance fic #sanders sides fic #royality #analogical #m writes things #cinderella!au #look!!!!!!