SEMI HIATUS

2018 is the year the rpc stops sexualizing teenage girls, 2018 is the year the rpc stops writing young girls with old ass men and acting like its cute, 2018 is the year the rpc stops putting young girls in sexual positions and acting like its empowering

2018 is the year the rpc stops accepting, perpetuating, and enabling ableism. No more double-small text in impossible-to-read styles, no more autoplay on blogs, no more 250 px container themes with barely-visible fonts and impossible-to-navigate layouts. This will be the year we stop putting aesthetics over accessibility. 

2018 is the year we put an end to the toleration of transphobic ‘trans verses’, rule 63, and cis-swapping in fanworks / the rpc. This will be the year we step up and refuse to give attention to rpers that invalidate trans, nonbinary, and/or intersex characters, muses, and muns. 

Genji stares back at him, upper lip pressing into a thin line against the metal of his lower face. He studies Jesse with an inexpressable, dark something in those crimson, artificial eyes. “It would be nice,” he says, deadly-quiet, “to have a friend to watch my back, this time.” His remaining human hand closes around Jesse’s. It squeezes as firmly as his glitching, drugged state will allow. Genji looks to be on the verge of tears, or rage.

               Jesse definitely understands. It’s painful, honestly, how much  of Genji’s pain he understands. He’s often weighed the odds of going  into that federal prison, killing That Man with his bare hands. Knows  it’d result in him loosing his position in Blackwatch but maybe it’d be  worth it. Jesse’s hand is calloused and warm around Genji’s.

                  “Yeah.” He admits, eventually. “You know. Maybe you can help me kill mine if I help you kill yours.”