Bartholomew Richard Fitzgerald-Smythe.
I don't usually put a lot of stock in the whole "representation in the media" thing. I don't need the Avengers to look like me just so I can connect with the characters, just because Captain America isn't short, bald and rat-faced doesn't mean I don't matter. But... Mr. Peanut was my representation. I saw myself in him. I'm insecure, okay? I have self-esteem issues. So it's easy sometimes to feel like you're not welcome. Like you can't be something or other. And to see myself represented gives me a north star. A touchstone. My incel Captain America.He's gone now. I have nothing. I have nothing. I fall into a rage now and become consumed. It makes me still. I'm stunned with rage. Stunned with loss. Fuck. FUCK! WHY??? FUCK!!! MR. PEANUT!!! NO!!!
