#squirrelthief

Remy spent most of his life at the mercy of adults, whether for better or for worse, but a fair amount of the time for worse. He realized that he was not given adequate care until he became an asset after seeing how the other children in the street gang were treated. Bella Donna, his best friend, while an asset from the start, was only treated well when she served the purposes of adults. They were constantly told the future relied on them and never really were treated as people or allowed to find themselves. So long as they were useful, that was all that mattered.

And it sucked. It really, really sucked.

So it’s reasonable to say that Remy remembers his childhood in detail more than most people. He remembers the imbalances and abuses of power, the condescension, the feeling of being utterly unimportant unless he could do something for the adults. That’s not something he ever wants anyone else to have to suffer through. So part of why he is so good with kids is he knows the worst way to treat them and what they can’t stand and seeks to interact with them exactly the opposite.

Obviously, the biggest fear would be that they would negate or take back his sexuality in some way. He's been queer-coded for years, and the fact that it was finally made canon is so incredible to me, and I know that it means so much to so many people. Yelling "Take backsies!" on that wouldn't make sense, and more than that it would just be a shit thing to do to people. Fuck you and everything you stand for Liefeld.

I could possibly handle a death if it was done in a certain way. If it wasn't done in a way that actually seemed to be both respectful and a natural progression of the story, it would just piss me off, because honestly, killing off one half of an LGBT pairing (especially when the character in question is also a POC) is also a shit thing to do to people and it needs to stop happening. 

[He chuckles as he catches Forest, not even stumbling as he hugs the younger man tight.]

Technically, I'm facing the front, but I'll allow it, given your evident excitement.

How's my star pupil?

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It happened rarely, and the dreams bounced between who was controlling him— Mojo or Cortex— and who he was killing. That varied, too, though to greater variety.

There was a lot to choose from, in terms of who was dead. Julio, of course, and then Longshot, Forrest, and then people like Tabitha or Joshua. Those he swore to protect or had bonded with, all of them dead from his hand or Mojo’s.

With those dreams, he’d fight the blankets, the pillows, the couch before waking up with a strangled sound and feeling overheated, looking around like he had no idea where he was. Because Shatterstar didn’t— for a few long, dragging minutes, after he shouted in Cadre, after he jerked his shoulders away or kicked off the blanket like it was smothering him.

“Feckt— jageran ca— Forrest?” Shatterstar ran his hands over his face, looking at the wreckage of the room—magazines upended, pillows thrownm half the cushions off, and the coffee table shoved several inches away. It was a miracle nothing had broken.