#truthseekers

Now who wants some quality time with daddy?

Daddy's fancy footwork. Hnnngh... 😩

Then again, there's something extremely alluring about chaotic gremlin Blitz...

Something extremely cute about the way he's running from danger, but he makes sure to retrieve both his gun, and give his little goat friend a pat on the head.

I wanna be that goat so bad- WAIT WHO SAID THAT!

That hop step and LEAP away from danger... and then the lizard climb

How dare this motherfucker go through the worse Breakup of his life and get his ass handed to him in the worse of ways in Apology Tour, only to still have enough resilience left over to give a smile that can melt anyone's heart...

Specifically the end fight. Not only is this some of the most gorgeous fucking animation I've ever seen, not only is the use of character's leitmotifs as a combined theme brilliant and clever, but the interactions between everyone and everyone and Blitz is just fucking fantastic.

Mox and Blitz of one fucking mind at the start. Blitz talking to everyone but twisted to look Moxxie dead in the eye when he yells fuck these fuckers UP and Moxx getting him instantly.

Loona protecting her dad, Blitz not even twitching when the chain blade is hurled at him because he knows it's not going to touch him. Her using her mouth as much as her hands if not more to wreck havoc.

Millie's sheer glee at getting to kick ass and take names, as if it's all a big game, not even having to break a sweat. The fact that she never stops being sweet and affectionate and silly even in the middle of this nonsense because she's still a little doll of a woman, but you started this shit and she's going to finish it. You fucked with her Moxxie and her Blitz. The fact that she uses an axe as big as she is and just lets it's momentum carry her around, throwing herself from one person to the next.

Moxxie's mob-kid little psychotic violent side getting to shine- the silly, goofy, shy little awkward buttmonkey reminding everyone why he's here and that he is just as capable as everyone else, thank you, with this feral gremlin streak just barely under the surface of his musical-loving, well spoken, well educated presentation.

Blitz's evil fucking laugh when he fires the "Pussy Destroyer" ( which made me laugh way too hard myself.)

The way Blitz scuttles across the fight interacting with his team, stopping at each and every person to make sure they are armed, they are doing well, backing them up and cheering them on, before blitzing (hahaha) off to have his own fun with these stupid little human fuckers. It's our first real look at how capable and deadly this silly, filthy little gay nerd is- he's agile, fast as fuck, vicious as hell, and strong. Guy used to be in the circus ok?

(Also the way he scrambles over and around Loona mid-fight which I adore.)

And what I consider to be the best (and maybe most important part)

the 'Mox, cover me!' moment.

These two are back-to-back, in the middle of a heated life-or-death fight, and not only does Blitz know roughly when they'll have to reload, he goes digging in his backpack fearlessly despite danger surrounding him and Moxxie firing just above his head, fully trusting Moxxie not to miss, to- well, cover him. On top of that, these two then perform not one but two blind weapon handoffs, swap to melee in almost perfect unison, and agree, wordlessly, when to split.

And the grins on the face of everyone (except poor Moxxie) when it's over, a moment of victory and connection.

Not even getting into the protective arms Blitz puts out across his team when it seems like they are cornered and trapped, teeth bared, ready to pounce, to use claw and teeth to defend them if he has to, if that's what it takes.

Not even getting into the fact that when Stolas first appears to save them, their shadows combine to make his, turning the four of them into one being just for a moment to make something significantly more powerful.

Not to mention the way reality seems to reassert itself as soon as the lights come back on, just the way it does when you wake up from a nightmare.

The world has been trained to love the soft servant. The one who never interrupts the banquet of others, even while starving inside. They call it kindness. I call it spiritual suicide.

Some of us were forged in houses where “No” was forbidden. Boundaries were currency we were never allowed to earn. The price for asserting the Self was exile, ridicule, withdrawal of affection. So we learned the black art of pleasing. We became the Cooper archetype— predictable, agreeable, a constant source of supply for other people’s comfort.

But every archetype has its shadow. The shadow whispers:

“To be whole, you must be willing to be hated.”

Boundaries are not knives; they are shields. The false guilt you feel is not moral truth—it is the ghost of your conditioning. It’s the parasite that feeds on your compliance, whispering:

“If you protect yourself, you are cruel.”

No. The cruelest act is to amputate yourself for the convenience of others. The most violent thing you can do in a world addicted to consumption is to say: “This is mine. You do not cross.”

The moment you enforce a boundary, you are committing an act of sacred rebellion. It is the reclamation of your name, your energy, your life. And those who protest are not defending love— They are defending their entitlement to your erosion.

Stop playing the role they wrote for you. Your “No” is not rejection. It is the sound of chains breaking in the astral.

new fic for you my beloved!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74616306

Kamala Khan, Sophie Cuckoo, Laura Kinney, Anole and Prodigy as well as the Morlocks, work together in rallying for mutant rights by gaining support from human allies and other forms of activism through their hearts and minds. Then, they have a showdown with the anti-mutant humans in Central Park as they hold a stand-off over the fate of the Krakoan X-Treehouse. During the stand-off, Sophie Cuckoo cuts herself off from her wayward sisters and she uses up her telepathic powers to coerce the congress into cancelling the signing of the mutant deportation bill. However, since Sophie had used up too much of her telepathy without her sisters, she burns out her powers. Kamala Khan gives a speech on live broadcast to the humans and mutants present all over New York. Aamir Khan is moved with his sister's speech that he cuts ties with his cousin. This ends with the mutants winning their rally, they get to keep the Krakoan Treehouse as a monument and the mutants can stay in New York without getting deported. As well as the anti-mutant humans are forcibly dispersed by the police.

In today’s world, the illusion of democracy and free will is carefully maintained, but the truth is far from what we are led to believe. Power is not evenly distributed—it is hoarded by a select few who dictate the course of history while the majority remain unaware.

The 1%: The Masters of Control

At the very top of the pyramid sit the true rulers of the world—the 1%. These individuals are not merely wealthy; they are the architects of the global system. They own the central banks, control multinational corporations, manipulate governments, and influence the flow of information. Their wealth isn't just measured in money but in the power to shape ideologies, economies, and even conflicts.

They ensure their position remains unchallenged by controlling what people see, hear, and believe. Mainstream media, education systems, entertainment these are not neutral institutions but tools of control, designed to maintain a society that serves their interests.

The 4%: The Puppets of the Elite

Below the 1% are the 4%—the politicians, CEOs, media moguls, and so-called "leaders" who act as their enforcers. These individuals may seem powerful to the average person, but they are mere puppets, serving the agenda of their masters. They are rewarded with wealth and status in exchange for their loyalty, ensuring that the system remains intact.

These are the people who push narratives, sign treaties, start wars, and implement policies that benefit the elite while harming the general public. They give speeches about democracy and freedom while behind closed doors, they conspire to restrict liberties and consolidate power.

The 90%: The Asleep Majority

The vast majority—90%—live in a state of ignorance, not necessarily by choice, but by design. From birth, they are conditioned to accept the system as it is, to believe that they are free while unknowingly being part of a controlled society. Their energy is spent working for wages that barely cover the cost of living, consuming media that numbs critical thinking, and engaging in distractions that keep them too busy to question anything.

This group includes hardworking people who simply want to live their lives, but because they are unaware of the true structure of power, they unknowingly participate in maintaining it. The system depends on their compliance and indifference.

The 5%: The Awake and Aware

Then there are the 5%—those who see through the deception and understand the true nature of power. These individuals do not blindly trust the media, do not fall for political theatre, and refuse to be manipulated by fear. They are the thinkers, the dissenters, the whistleblowers, the independent journalists, and the free thinkers who challenge the status quo.

The 1% fear this group because if they succeed in waking up the 90%, the entire system collapses. This is why censorship is rampant, dissenting voices are silenced, and those who question too much are labeled as "conspiracy theorists" or extremists. The elite know that ideas are dangerous—once the illusion is broken, it cannot be restored.

The Battle for Truth

The struggle is not between political parties or nations—it is between control and freedom, between ignorance and awareness. Those in power do not care about left or right, liberal or conservative; they care only about maintaining their control. Divide and rule is their strategy, keeping the 90% fighting among themselves instead of uniting against their real oppressors.

The question is: Will the 5% succeed in waking up the masses before it's too late? Or will the 1% tighten their grip and usher in a future where true freedom is nothing more than a memory?