poplitealqueen:

poplitealqueen:

You know what I’ve always wanted? For a grizzled mentor type, you know the manliest of manly men man who doesn’t try hard to be manly but just is (and has the lifespan of a bottle of milk left open on a hot summer sidewalk, or hot winter sidewalk if you’re in the southern hemisphere or Canada!), to be hella frigging salty about some famous heroine that went missing after she saved the world like 20 years beforehand.

And there would be hypothesis after hypothesis about why that is. Maybe they were lovers? Maybe she scorned him? Maybe they hated each other? Maybe he was the reason she went missing? Nobody would know until finally with a masterful authorly flick of my wrist, I revealed that the grizzled manly mentor type actually IS the famous heroine that went missing.

“I never went bloody missing,” he growled. “I’m trans. Just didn’t get around to transitioning back then because I was a little busy saving the world for most of my youth.”

“So why hate who you were?”

Behind his dark glasses, the mentor rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate who I was back then,” he said, “but you try only being remembered for something you accidentally got roped into at 17 and then having everyone in the world praying to your deadname to come back and do it *again*. I have a right to be bitter. Now, let’s go defeat the evil demon darkness or whatever the fuck plagues the land, my destiny understudy. ”

W-why did I say Canada…