- ̗̀ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 ̖́-

“I am a reasonable man, Coyote: I can look at my history and my actions without subjectivity. I realize that my movements are controversial and sometimes harmful and perhaps, yes, I am a villain in absolution. There are sins I must atone for and there are people who wish and pray to see my head roll and I am incredibly content with such an assertion. I believe it is essential to, ah, read the room, and understand that perhaps you are the one in the wrong. Such opportunities are wonderful tools to use in self-reflection. However, morality is a very grey concept, and any sudden and major action, as a result, is easily viewed as extremism. I have broken the mold in my scientific endeavors and one cannot deny the merits and benefits of my work.”

“I think about the people who have given their lives to my cause, I think about the people who have assisted me in my missions, and I think about the damage that my efforts have caused in the name of learning and… and I am able to accept the fact that perhaps I am a selfish, and in some regards, nasty person.”

“…But to view the world under such terms–good and evil. I cannot help but criticize such limited thinking. If we could remove such labelling, I believe the scientific community, and, further thus, the people we love so dear, would benefit the most.”

“I am selfish and nasty, evil, and villainous, and harrowing, Coyote, but I am still just a man who worships only one virtue in this big, wonderful life: understanding.” 

I think you need to drop the entire subject and stop trying to shoehorn this into every conversation you have with someone who doesn’t agree with you in this fandom. You’re not going to change anyone’s mind, and literally no one cares. No one asked you to “explain yourself”, you can have that opinion and that’s fine. But the problem lies in the fact that you literally cannot drop the subject and will go out of your way to tag people to involve them.

Stop harassing people, stop arguing with people and telling them how to enjoy the content of a fiction universe about furry animals in space. None of it matters!! It’s all fake, it’s whatever!! Stay in your lane. WE ALL KNOW YOU DON’T LIKE THE GAME!! No one cares!! You don’t like it, good for you!! You’re allowed to have the opinion as much as anyone else is allowed to disagree!

* intimidation prompts.    /    accepting.

alien   on   a   strange   world   she   was,   interests   piqued   when   the   general   speaks.   when   he   talks,   they   listen,   they   had   no   choice   to   did   they?   still,   she   falters.   movements   to   inspect   the   little   dinosaur   are   halted   altogether,   as   she   turned   to   meet   his   gaze,   ever   looming   overhead   and   felt   always.

❝   what?   why?   it’s   just   a   baby.   ❞

the   medic   looks   back   to   the   small   creature   once   more,   curiosity   and   concern   cast   over   features.   the   small   being   seems   to   mirror   her   confusion   yet   holds   a   naïve   lack   of   concern.

❝   ...I   think   they’re   lost.   ❞

pause   given   as   ear   twitches,   tilt   of   her   head   the   final   sign   of   any   further   hesitation   as   she   slowly   takes   a   step   forward   and   kneels   down.

* intimidation prompts.    /    accepting.

his   words   come   like   a   rolling   thunder,   like   lighting   that   cracks   the   sky.   a   storm   that   reminds   you   of   its   birthright   as   a   force   of   nature,   to   be   respected.   and   how   just   is   it   truly   that   her   breath   catches   in   her   throat?   struck   by   him   in   his   words   alone   as   he   looms   o’erhead.   she   coils   in   on   herself   a   bit,   makes   herself   smaller,   pleading   with   eyes   to   be   granted   mercy   despite   her   transgressions.   hand   previously   out   before   her   goes   darting   to   chest,   clasped   over   thumping   heart.   learned   well   from   the   frightened   burrowed   bunnies   she   did,   standing   still   with   nose   twitching   lightly   and   breath   held   for   a   moment.   she   fears   to   blink,   to   turn   away   or   take   her   eyes   off   of   those   that   peer   down   at   her   -----   no,   they   seem   to   tear   through   her,   cut   with   ease.   scorching   and   burning   bright   with   some   insatiable   need   for   cruelty.   voice   caught   in   her   throat,   it’s   hard   to   conjure   it   forth,   and   the   thought   of   if   she   should   grips   her   mind.   yet   still,   would   he   take   her   silence   as   a   form   of   defiance?   lack   of   acknowledgement   of   his   power,   his   power   over   her,   over   this   planet,   as   a   threat?   voice   quivers,   soft   and   quiet   as   she   chokes   out ;

* intimidation prompts.    /    accepting.

hardened   gaze   up   at   him   seems   to   falter   in   the   face   of   his   reply.   she   knows   he’s   right,   she   is   outnumbered   and   on   a   planet   she   doesn’t   understand.   an   outsider   to   this   new   world,   an   alien   of   epic   proportions   in   species,   size,   strength,   and   morals.   she   was   not   built   to   fight   like   they   were,   she   was   not   someone   who   could   stand   before   him   and   tell   him   what   to   do.   not   without   risking   life   or   limb.

“My dear Jamie, you always appear to teeter just barely out of my grasp, yet you always appear to come to bat for me when the public begins spitting in my direction. You keep me at an arm’s distance, yet you still seem to know the difference between right and wrong and you still offer me the privilege of being held to that standard. Why?” 

❝   Well,   if   it’s   all   the   same   to   you   sir,   I   don’t   want   to   be   in   your   grasp   so   to   speak.   Not   a   fan   of   being   in   anyone’s   grasp   really.   I   don’t   trust   you   entirely,   nor   do   I   think   this   whole   war   was   necessary...   However,   I   don’t   think   that   blame   lies   solely   on   you.   And   completely   dismissing   the   things   you   have   to   add   to   the   conversation   ---   even   when   they’re   in   rightful   defense   of   someone   or   something   --   is....   well,   frankly   it’s   stupid.   If   you   really   do   care   as   much   as   you   say   you   do   about   this   star   system,   which   I   believe   you   do,   then   you’d   be   just   the   person   to   employ   the   expert   help   of   in   mending   everything   after   the   war   is   over.   I’m   not   gonna   lie,   sir,   you’re...   intimidating,   for   sure.   You   walk   into   a   room   and   everyone   gets   tense,   and   they’re   smart   to.   You   could   do   a   lot   of   harm   if   you   wanted,   already   have...   But   you   could   do   a   lot   of   good   too,   and   you’ve   done   that   already   as   well.   Did   it   before   the   war,   and   yet   I   don’t   see   anyone   remembering   that   part   of   your   history.   I   remember   I   saw   you   on   TV   as   a   kid,   talking   about   some   groundbreaking   thing   you’d   thought   of,   toiled   over   and   helped   bring   to   fruition.   You   gave   this...   aha,   dumbed   down   explanation   that   I’m   sure   pained   you   to   even   say   because   of   how   much   more   complex   the   whole   thing   was.   But   I’ll   just   say   that   my   malleable   child   brain   sure   appreciated   it…   and   the   fun   ponytail.   ❞

a   moment   taken   and   given   over   to   a   lighthearted   memory,   as   she   offers   a   crooked,   hopeful   grin   and   rubs   the   back   of   her   neck.   sheepish   in   her   explanation,   she   hopes   it   got   the   point   across.