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nick-eyre · 1 year ago
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Having feelings is terrible I’m going to throw up
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alienfailboy · 2 months ago
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unfortunately, they could never make me hate you Katsuki Bakugo
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iceyrukia · 9 months ago
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I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve internally said to myself “why are you ( a woman in her 20s) dating some dude almost a decade your senior???
Why.
Why is this shit so normalized and no one bats an eye??
Like these women aren’t children, obviously, but I think it wouldn’t kill young women to do some thought exercises and ask themselves why men always go for younger women and perhaps visualize themselves in the man’s ( that is interested in them) position where they would hypothetically date someone significantly younger, especially during such a crucial time in one’s age where they’re still figuring out how to navigate the world as young adults.
Why do men get to spend time fucking around in their twenties, decide to settle down nearing their thirties and don’t mind roping in some younger woman to have ‘his children’? Why do so many women shy away at the thought of dating a man even a couple of years their junior and even sometimes exaggeratedly ( sorry) infantilizing said men but don’t judge the older men interested in them (the younger woman) as predatory for being romantically/sexually interested in them?
And keep in mind that men are constantly on social media yapping about women ‘hitting the wall’ at age 30 ( sometimes lower at 25). It’s not a coincidence.
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rustystars · 23 days ago
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watched the piano 1993 for film class um. have a lot of thoughts about it. but anyway we were assigned an essay to read which analyzes the movie & costuming & it's crazy i feel like i have never disagreed with an analysis more in my life. like kept rereading sentences going They can't possibly mean that? but they did?
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sherlock-is-ace · 9 months ago
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#remind me to never ask my mother for opinions on absolutely anything ever again#i only wanted to see which illustration should go on my portfolio for kidlit art#and her wonderful opinion was to take out an illustration of two dudes EATING TOGETHER because and i quote#"gay relationships are not suitable for children books. it simply isn't their target audience''#does she need the list of the thousand of books that are literally about gay couples or about gay kids?!#they're not even like overtly gay they are literally eating together!!! (sure it is actually gay cause it's fanart of a bl but whatever lol#it's literally two guys sitting at the same table eating...#how is that not appropriate for children?!#also even if they were gettin married or whatever... how's that inappropiate?!#ALSO also i'm sick of reading in every illustration agency how they're looking for artists and writers and whatever who tackle queer storie#like sure i'm not gonna say gay people don't experience discrimination but it's not the fucking 50s... there are opportunities out there#idk i'm just so fuckin upset right now because she's saying I'M the one that's taking it bad#like the whole ''i'm not homophobic but.... blah blah''#and it drives me up the fucking walls to have to deal with this when the only thing i wanted was to have a char about which drawing looks#the best for a professional portfolio lol#anyways now out of fucking spite i'm gonna send all the gay ones i have lol#dkfjhkdfg#angel talks#personal#wish me luck on this email btw i need work!#dfkjghdfg
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tenok · 10 months ago
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#I want complaine not only about bad takes in this fandom but also about theories that just!! so!! stupid!! but also I'm a good person that#doesn't shit on other people's fun#so I mostly suffer in silence#and block people in bunches#'you see! this theory absolutely doesn't take agency from character and doesn't minimize emotional impact!'#says person about theory that roughly summariasized as 'Crowley AGAIN knows more than Aziraphale and it's all so SAD because if only#Aziraphale knew he wouldn't make this desicion!'#I want to scream#somehow it also never about what kind of monster Crowley would be to willingly hide memories Aziraphale supposedly erised and never gave it#back in whole four years they had before season two#like. maybe not be a cowards and embrace 'I was a pussy and somehow didn't get a courage to RESTORE MY FRIEND'S MEMORY with some kind of#VITAL INFORMATION that could've IMPACT HIS LIFE OR DEAT DESICIONS#and now he's in place where he could be abused erased or killed and IT'S MY FAULT' angle hmmm?#at least it could've made it interesting#but noooo#also how the fuck them kissing in 1941 should've impact Aziraphale's desicion anyway I can't get logic behind this theories#(the angle with 'memories are not about some stupid kiss but about what Crowley saw in heavens' could've work but like first: Crowley didn'#saw anything Aziraphale won't hear from Metatron in next scene or can extrapolate using base logic#and anyway if Crowley wanted to use it as argument he like. should've start with it and not with 'blah blah you're an idiot we should run#from earth'#AT BEST I could've get behind him giving Aziraphale some kind of weapon or possibility of safe out or like. hell's fire to self destruct as#last resort. but memories? and especially Aziraphale's memories??)#anyway yes it's me being a hater. I just have no place to vent about it but I sure hope that no one that likes this theories will see it.#you do you!!! but I hate it so much!!!
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statementlou · 2 years ago
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https://youtu.be/L3I3eWbDMNg i hate that i was loving the video until i opened the commentary section… the girl did such a good job talking about the doc literally giving me chills without even mentioning freddie (what i only realized when i opened the comments of course) and then… everyone down there completely ignoring everything that she talked basically, they really got what they wanted didn’t they 🙄🙄🙄
well you know what they say about reading the comments (not to!) but for you I went to do just that, because I was curious. First of all though, as I see it the "they" who wanted people to like the footage of Louis and Freddie include Louis, so I'm not sure it would be a bad thing if they did get what they presumably wanted (ie distracting people from continually trying to out Louis on main and creating a different narrative where he doesn't have to worry so much about that without having to go around holding random women's hands all the time).
But in fact, at least within the most passionate core of the fandom, I wouldn't say they have gotten that result, and I don't see this videos comment section as any different; it's actually a really small percentage of the comments, and the fact that they all say the same thing makes it clear to me that it's fandom people with an agenda rather than bystanders who were just randomly touched by those scenes. Nonetheless, for me, if those scenes are what communicate to bystanders in a few minutes what we know from countless hours of observation- that Louis is a tender loving sweetheart of a human being- then they've done their job narratively while also helping Louis tell the story he's decided serves him best right now, so IDK, I can't see the point in getting stressed about it. Minimum stress maximum bless babes!
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my-thoughts-and-junk · 1 day ago
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was not expecting asahina wakaba and her chubby chubby boyfriend to have literally anything in common with dear sa-chan but here we are ig
#random thoughts#asahina wakaba and her chubby chubby boyfriend#dear sa-chan#i thought asahina wakaba was. fine.#the cast was a bit bloated and the ending felt VERY rushed and overly complicated#like i think wakaba's isolation could have been emphasized if she were an only child or if she and her sister had more of an age gap#rather than them being twins#like how is her sister unaware of the bullying don't they go to the same school#haruto's sister is only mentioned as far as i remember. if she actually made a physical appearance then i don't remember lol#felt like the manga was way too short. they went on like two dates#which honestly that was probably for the best in regards to wakaba's character like. if you prolong the plot it makes her look worse#the hand mirror compact thing was dumb. 'it was a cheap mirror' 'she didn't actually break it' blah blah blah#like even if the mirror were like a family heirloom it wouldn't justify the bullying so like. why even have that in there#make it blackmail or smth over something she ACTUALLY DID. like shoplifting or cheating on a test#most of wakaba's character is that she's gloomy and boring like. give her more stuff to do. more agency#also i get that haruto's whole thing is he's rumored to be a sex obsessed geek but there's more to him than that but like.#i feel like they should have played it up a bit more yknow#have him share more of his interests with wakaba. have her react in shock when he's all flustered about simply holding her hand#or her making him bento. yknow just do more with him#i don't think he had to have two friends high up in the social sphere for the plot to work#like i get the whole point was 'taking him down a few pegs' but that's just an excuse for them to do what they were already doing#i think it'd be more interesting if he had a group of friends who were also losers. like they banded together#mainly because wakaba's worry about haruto's friends hating her in the later chapters would hit harder if his friends weren't social gods#like make it so she finds camaraderie with fellow social outcasts and freak out when her newfound sense of belonging#is jeopardized by her actions!!!#they should have done a group hang out sesh. outside of school i mean.
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starlooove · 20 days ago
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I Hate tim and I hate white ppl using crashout however. That is in fact what he is.
#he’s a white teenager who knows he’s a genius. but he’s surrounded by other geniuses with diff agendas#and this applies to the entire family but tim specifically is put on a pedestal#and whether I agree with that or not#when he goes down he goes DOWN#i need to see more of it#Im so sick of ppl thinking him at his worst is like. pathetic and insecure about his greatness#like no. never that#even when I read it it always gave the vibe of IK I should be insecure so I’ll say that ig#like idk can’t take ‘what if I’m not good enough 😭’ srsly after being like ‘I’m way better than that dead broke asshole punk mister Batman’#like idk it’s so#irritating#how ppl will be like tim saved Batman he saved the legacy he knew what Bruce needed or whatever#and then turn around and say he feels like an imposter#well if that was true he wouldn’t have showed up#he would’ve stayed home if he didn’t want to be Robin#like OH THATS THE ROOT OF IT#Im so sick of ppl acting like tim was a reluctant hero like it’s never that#like IK it’s popular for everyone to do the I didn’t wanna be a demigod speech but that’s not him man#he realizes that being a vigilante is fucked when his parents get kidnapped and he needs to put the footwork in#and as his friends die and as his non vigilante life gets impacted#which is why he chooses the bat over everything and this SHOULD FUCK HIM UP MORE!!#but It’s doubling down on a choice he can’t regret#a choice that HE MADE#BC HE WANTED TO#the question after that is what the fuck were the adults doing#they let a child have that much agency and shit yknow#but It’s never ‘they treated tim like an employee and he thinks his family doesn’t love him’ blah boring ass shit
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summertimesadnessirl · 2 days ago
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This dumb bitch surviving her own murder.
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The point of getting murdered is that no one can hurt you ever again, stupid.
What the fuck is the point of faking your death? Now in addition to all your other problems you can only get a job cleaning houses by guys who want to rape you and picking fruit.
Maybe if Amazing Amy wasn't so sheltered, she would remember that grownups don't have trust funds. Grownups don't live in mcmansions doing nothing while their asshole cheating husband cheat on them with barely legal coeds. Grown-ups have jobs.
UActual jobs not meet cute in New York City in a Romantic comedy jobs.
Give this stupid cunt 90 days at a call center or a small retail store and then remind her that this is how they treat citizens with papers that Osha rules apply to and then fit her with no anesthesia for an iud. You don't really believe that they just get those for the coyotes, do you, Amy?
You don't just get to run away from your life and stay in a hotel someplace. If it were that easy your loser hobosexual husband would have left you years ago.
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themyscirah · 1 year ago
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I know I JUST changed my theme yesterday but this one is even better so like. Bleez hours ig 😈
#I LOVE HER-#anyways this comic actually does her GOOD (for like 1 issue) and so im just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#blah#im literally consumed with feels for/abt her today omg#literally plotted out a 6 issue mini for her during econ today (featuring simon and guy ofc)#where she defeats (not kills!!! i have a creative solution!) Atrocitus and kills basically all the remaining RLs (not dexstarr though)#and kind of goes solo with it as a different kind of RL#which could ofc expand into a 12 issus limited series bc i leave the strand of some missing red rings going (that she has to track down)#and honestly id have ideas for some issues from an ongoing too (most crossovers)#like for example bc my redesign of her kind of has hawkgirl vibes she should get to team up w kendra (in a 2parter w p1 called two birds...?#and p2 as one stone!) and then OFC some supergirl stuff bc of them being friends during the red daughter arc AND smth with yrra as well#bc that was literally the only good bleez moment before the writer change in nu52 rls#and also they would have SO much to talk abt re: anger and loss of autonomy#and then ofc mandatory crossover with my green lantern book#: )))))))))))))) feeling happy thinking abt the comics i would write if dc hired me#im sooooooooo tenpted to try and draw covers for this now#it would have to be for the later issues though bc the issue 1 cover would be kind of boring tbh#bc shes still in her old suit for continuitys sake and the plot would make it look similar to some shitty rl covers honestly#BUT THATS HOW I WOULD GET THEM. i trick the dudebros so they think its only hot alien lady stuff but then they look inside and bam!#increased agency for female characters!!!!! and redesigns!!!!! and friendship!!!! but also ANGER!!!!!!! and JUSTICE!!!#i just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍#thinking abt comics is sooooooooo fun mwah i love it
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urbanfiltered · 2 years ago
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being a 25yo single mother is so hard 😔
#heehee#no but really#i know there are tons of stupid overly cliché tweets out there about how hard it is to be the oldest sibling blah blah blah#but honestly something has to be said for how i truly have NO FUCKING IDEA what i am doing with my life and yet#i somehow have these two young boys looking up to me for guidance#i witnessed my 21 yo brother cry yesterday for the first time in my life and it fucked me up so bad#it's like#i get all of the maternal feelings and none of the agency#i want to help SO MUCH and i care so much and so deeply that it's a constant ache and worry inside of me#but i do not have the time or money or wisdom needed#and it sucks!!!!#i cant protect this sweet innocent baby from Life! he has to learn his own lessons! but god i wish the world treated him kinder#he has to learn how to fight his own battles too#he's having a sort of delayed adolescence where he suddenly and angstily realizes that my parents are flawed and do not always have his#best interests at heart#and i'm so MAD on his behalf#i'm so fucking angry#but these aren't my fights to pick and he needs to find his own way and his own balance between#living his own authentic life and also pleasing his family#anyways it's really bad he's been a wreck#tw: death#our cousin died a few weeks ago and he hasn't been the same honestly#and then he has issues with psychosis and some of that has flared up recently#his friends have abandoned him due to some of the uglier symptoms of mental health that we dont like to talk about#the paranoia and the hallucinations and the unhealthy coping mechanisms mostly#my parents are running him around the bend with some of the ridiculoous and unreasonable requests they constantly demand from him#he's running himself into the ground and all i can do is watch#it feels FUCKING horrible#and it's not like watching a friend undergo shit#it's so much worse
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lightseoul · 4 months ago
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cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), cussing (bkg-typical), not many warnings needed for this one chat
words. 1.3k (i had to split it so that the chapter wouldn't be a whole ass novel. also for pacing purposes :0)
masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 8, part 9
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Your eyes lazily trail the movement of the colleague you speak to at most twice a year as they give a presentation up front, the words they’re uttering slowly turning into a slew of blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory like in that TikTok you saw before falling into a fitted sleep the night prior.
Without you noticing, November has finally rolled around, and with it came one of the most important meetings involving Bakugou, Kirishima, and the agency’s department heads aimed at preparing the leaders for the year-end processes and reports.
The very meeting that you find yourself barely getting through at this exact moment.
Tanaka, the said colleague, seems like he’s explaining a pie graph about Dynamight, Red Riot, and their sidekicks’ stats, you think.
You shake your head in an attempt to bring your attention back to what’s in front of you, but your efforts appear to have been in vain as your mind, once again, drifts to the past, and you find yourself mulling over what Mina said two weeks ago.
It’s something that hasn’t left your mind since then, trailing behind you like a damned poltergeist who doesn’t know when to let up.
And as much as you’d hate to admit it, it’s caused considerable confusion on your part, and you don’t like how it may have inadvertently affected how you act around Bakugou, too.
You’re more fidgety, now, and you’ve since beaten your record of how fast you get flustered and stuttery around the man. Although if he’s noticed this humiliating, inexplicable change in your behavior, he isn’t showing it.
At least, not by much.
His gazes have been lingering for a beat too long whenever you stammered your response instead of doing so calmly like you usually do…
“Hey.”
You sit up in sudden attention, dizziness instantly hitting you from having been violently pulled from your reverie. You look at Bakugou, who’s staring you down from the end of the table, and scan the area around him, only to realize that everybody has apparently left, leaving the two of you alone in the conference room.
“Wha—”
“You weren’t listening, were you?”
You feel yourself flush in embarrassment. Guilty.
He shakes his head in what you think is disapproval, stacking the documents in front of him in a neat pile. You take that as a cue to follow suit, gathering your folders in front of you and hurriedly standing up to beeline out of the room.
The last thing you need is for these glass doors to magically lock you in, too.
But you don’t even get to reach the doorway, ass barely lifted a breadth away from your cushy office chair when he speaks up.
“I overheard you in the breakroom.”
You freeze in your tracks, lifting your eyes to meet his. “What?”
“Earlier this morning. You said—” he pauses, eyes shifting to your rear, “Sit back down, dumbass. Your knees are gonna kill you if you keep this up.”
You’re about to retort with a comeback when it dawns on you that the guy has a point, so you begrudgingly take a seat.
“As I said,” he shoots you a pointed look, “I overheard you saying you didn’t have plans for next week.”
“Next week?”
“Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, yeah,” you absentmindedly scratch your right cheek. “My family will be on vacation and all my close friends have plans with their relatives.”
One of his eyebrows raises in question, “And you won’t be tagging along?”
You shrug, “I don’t want to impose on my friends, and being with my family on a holiday isn’t exactly the most relaxing experience.”
Bakugou merely hums in response, seeming as if he’s pondering something in his head. Unable to sustain his gaze, you opt for looking around the room instead, suddenly finding the plain, gray ceiling wildly interesting.
A few moments pass before you decide that yes, this silence is going to kill you if you don’t get the fuck out now.
You lift yourself from your chair, “Well, I should get go—”
“Come over.”
As if you’re in a slapstick comedy, you, once again, freeze. “W-what?”
He clears his throat, “C-come over, to my parents’. For thanksgiving.”
You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before his eyes gravitate toward your rear again, only this time you plop back down before he can order you to reseat yourself.
“I’m afraid I don’t follow…”
He sighs like he’s teaching you basic ass mathematics and you’re not getting it. “The old hag has been begging me to let them meet you ever since, you know…”
The news of you two “dating” broke out. Right.
You mentally slap yourself for forgetting Bakugou had parents who would eventually also catch wind of your silly little dating scandal.
At the thought of meeting the people who raised Bakugou, your throat suddenly feels a bit too dry. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” you manage to get out.
It’s one thing to go and pretend to be Bakugou’s girlfriend in front of the man’s fucking parents, it’s another to do so in this state that you’ve been in ever since that get-together with his friend group. You don’t exactly know why, but you’ve been fundamentally reconfigured since that fated night, and whatever the fuck is causing it, you’re sure won’t mix well with being in the same room as Bakugou’s parents. That, on top of having to act all lovey-dovey with their son around them.
You’re about to defend your case as to why they should just scrap the idea entirely when Bakugou responds.
“It’s either that or she visits us here in the agency.”
Your jaw drops, “Is that a threat?”
He draws his lips in a thin line, shaking his head. “It’s an ultimatum.”
“That’s more or less the same thing,” you counter.
“My mom likes to play with the shitty technicalities,” he retaliates, tone abrasive as ever.
You can only gawk at the guy as he shifts in his seat rather quite uncomfortably.
Is he seriously going along with his mom’s wishes now?
What happened to the ever-notorious Bakugou who just goes for what he wants without minding everyone else?
You study the man for a beat, weighing your options in your head. It’s obvious, which of the two is the wiser option. It’s a matter of going for where there are fewer pairs of eyes watching you and Bakugou’s every movement. But the real question is, why do you have to choose in the first place?
“I don’t understand,” you start, “Why can’t you just tell your mom that we’re not ready to do the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing yet?”
“Why don’t you be on the receiving end of her fucking nagging, hah?” he snaps, voice defensive and loud enough to make you jump.
“Okay, okay,” you immediately concede, tone placating, not willing for this to escalate into a fight. The last thing you need is for somebody in the building to overhear you, think you’re having a lovers’ quarrel or whatever the fuck they call it, and run to the media to gush all about it.
You’ve had enough media exposure to last you for a lifetime, thank you very much.
Chancing one last glance at your boss, you find him staring a hole into the pile of papers directly in front of him, a prominent scowl etched on his face.
His mom’s nagging must be weighing him down more than you thought.
As you study the visibly bothered man, you’re acutely aware of all the fight evaporating from your body, and you eventually find yourself slouching in your seat in what you reluctantly identify as defeat.
“…What’s your parents’ address?”
“Don’t bother,” he almost instantly replies. “I’ll pick you up.”
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queen-morgana91 · 4 months ago
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Fanon: Katara does all the chores
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Fanon: 4566545 posts about motherly Katara aka her whole personality it seems
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(mind you, she acts motherly due to her TRAUMA. She's a child, not the gaangs' mother)
Fanon: Katara see Aang as a brother
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Fanon: Katara doesn't have feelings for Aang, she was forced to have a relationship with him
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Fanon: Bloodbending Katara!! ❤ ❤
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Fanon: Katara doesn't want a family/children/grandchildren
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Fanon: Katara was reduced to Aang's wife
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(the most boring headcanon. Yes, Katara's writing in tlok was bad, it has a LOT of flaws and many times she was forgotten (like the rest of the gaang, i have a lot to say about Sokka, Suki, Toph and yes even Aang) but when and how she was reduced to "Aang's wife"? She was never treated as the "avatar's wife" and they didn't have a single scene together in that series. Stop imagining things 🤦‍♂️)
Fanon: Katara hates to be an healer/she has no agency/her desire for vengeance in The Southern Raiders is 'letting her be who she really is'/blah blah blah
Katara and the actual canon:
Just watch properly this fucking show, i'm not gonna bother anymore
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bigskydreaming · 7 months ago
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Every Nightwing writer of the last fifteen years: I've taken the guy famous for being regarded as one of the most competent and capable nonsuperhuman heroes of his generation, literally legendary for being one of the only ones every single other hero would not only drop everything to go help but that also pretty much every hero would love to have on speed dial to get HIS help in most any situation ever, and I've either completely isolated him and estranged him from every single member of his family and community, or I've enmeshed him so thoroughly with his family and community to the extent that literally none of the stories in his solo title would be capable of existing without their presences, they're that fundamental to the arcs and more integral to the solutions than he is himself. But why stop there?
I've ALSO taken the guy famous for personally crafting his two most iconic superhero identities, Robin and Nightwing, with the first being made so fundamental and integral to the superhero landscape by him, it became one of the most iconic legacy mantles in the DC Universe. And the second being so larger than life and associated with safety and security and meaning so much to so many people that even complete strangers can not fathom a world without Nightwing anymore and rush to fill the void any time he's not around, the figure of Nightwing is considered that ESSENTIAL. And I've stripped him of his basic sense of identity and autonomy either as a literally faceless and nameless spy or a literally masked and nameless Talon or else taken away his memories or blah blah blah in myriad other ways made it impossible for him to BE the figure who famously turned his sense of identity into not one but two separate icons forever stamped onto the superhero landscape and leaving their marks in untold ways, because what is the guy famous for his sense of identity without....his sense of identity? Just a guy!
Haha! I've done it! I've deconstructed Dick Grayson!
Me: You literally the fuck have not. That is not how deconstruction works. NONE of this is how any of that works. You sound so dumb right now. What did you accomplish, what was any of it for. What insights did it deliver, what did it reveal that was previously unknown about Dick Grayson when he was in the costume or possessed of his usual skillsets that couldn't be known until all of that was stripped away from him? How was he changed by any of these experiences or was he just reset to his default mode at the end of each one and then shoehorned into the next contortion before any actual reflection upon or development from all the preceding events was made possible? What do we know about Dick Grayson, what is new about him, what essential Dick Grayson-isms have been woven into the character due to your work, or did you simply change the set dressings over and over while repeating the same beats and intoning, Huzzah, A Dramatic Transformation Happens Before Your Very Eyes!
Every Nightwing writer of the last fifteen years: No, see, I don't think you get it. My work was transformative. I proved that if you take away Dick Grayson's friends, his superhero speed dial, his memories, his acrobatics, his name, his agency, his literal everything that makes him who he is.....he's just some guy. All those things are what define him! That's who Dick Grayson is!
Me: Right. The friends and colleagues who would all drop everything to help him or pick him as their first choice to Phone A Friend when in crisis because....he's Dick Grayson. His memories of....being Dick Grayson. The acrobatics that are synonymous with....Dick Grayson. The agency that famously lets him rebuild a sense of self and formidable will no matter how many times he's been brainwashed or mentally fucked with because at his core, below the surface of all those manipulations he remains....Dick Grayson. His literal everything that made Robin and Nightwing who and what they came to be known for....because of what he, Dick Grayson, imbued those mantles with to make them iconic in the first place. Yup. You really nailed it. At the end of the day he really is....just some guy. Your insights are just stunning. Incomparable. The stuff of legends. Gosh we'll miss your work but it'll definitely forever be remembered in the Writing Hall Of Fame for being absolutely fundamental to the characterization of.....Just Some Guy, I guess?
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago
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Tell me, tell me, tell me
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Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Loki
Summary: your husband doesn't handle change well and falls into old habits.
This is one of my birthday drabbles. Of course, little lies had a lot of votes and has earned it's own little add on. Thanks again for your input :) Enjoy.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
A birthday drabble for Little Lies 
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You sit up and smile as the man exits Loki’s office. He looks content but your husband looks less than as he appears in the doorway. He crosses his arms and watches the candidate leave. You’ve gone through this routine at least two dozen times this week. 
“How was it?” You ask. 
He hums flatly and stares after the man’s departure. 
“His resume was great. What’s wrong?” 
Loki pouts and looks at you. He stands straight and crosses his arms. “He’s not you.” 
“Oh, I know. I’m so talented at keeping your agenda,” you retort dryly. “You can’t keep doing this. You have to hire someone.” 
“Don’t you understand?” He strides forward and stops just on the other side of your desk. His hands drop to his hips. “You’re asking me to replace you. That’s impossible.” 
“Ha, when did you get so sentimental?” You ignore him for the email on your screen. 
“Since the day you broke your leg, actually.” 
“Shut up,” you snip without looking up. 
“Truly. As worried as I might’ve been, I do miss those crutches. You were... manageable then.” 
You shake your head. “Well, you never are, but I’m hoping you can find an assistant that can do a somewhat decent job of it.”
He huffs and slithers around the desk. He sits on the corner, crowding you. “It won’t matter. I’ll be a mess without you, darling.” 
“I screened him. What was wrong with Peter?” You challenge, leaning back in your chair to face him. 
“Little upstart. I don’t need him flirting with my clients,” he harrumphs. 
“As if you don’t.” 
“On my honour,” he puts his hand to his chest, “I’ve changed my ways. You know it. I gave my vows.” 
“Uh huh.” You tut and check the time. “Well, who else? Jacqueline was good. She has a great CV and she’s very warm and welcoming.” 
“But I adore the way you snarl at me. It makes me...” Loki trails off and touches his belt. 
“You’re looking for an assistant,” you remind him. 
“Yes, but I will be losing my wife.” 
“That’s dramatic. It’s not like you can’t come see me. I can come back too between terms.” 
“School. You’re leaving me for school,” he mopes and shakes his head. 
“I’m trying to better myself, Lo. I don’t want to be your secretary my whole life.” 
“Personal Assistant,” he corrects. “Prized Asset.” 
“Ugh, you are so--” you put your hand up in exasperation. “This isn’t about the job. You’ll just call the temp agency, huh? So, you don’t have to pay benefits.” 
He shrugs guiltily as he examines the wall behind you. 
“What is this really about?” You insist. 
“Nothing.” 
“Tell me.” 
“I swear, I’ll miss you--” 
“Yeah, yeah, and I’ll miss you too. Blah blah blah,” you flutter your fingers at him and push yourself to your feet. You go to him and he looks at you with those sparkling green eyes. You put your hands on his shoulders and he instinctively frames your hips. “What is bothering you so much?” 
He stares at you then looks down. His lips thin and he tilts his head one way then the other. His gaze flicks back up to you. A grin creases his face and he laughs, “it’s foolish. Stupid! I shouldn’t worry.” 
“Loki,” you warn. 
He sighs. He peeks over at the door and his mouth slants. “You’re going to meet a lot of young men. Like that Peter.” 
You narrow your eyes and frown. Then you smile and scoff. You grab his chin and make him look at you, “you’re worried I’m going to meet some young gun and ditch my old man?” 
“Old? I wouldn’t use that word,” he winces. 
“You really think I would run off with some young hunk? With big burly shoulders and a nice chest...” Your let your tone drift into a dreamy drone. “Oh and thick hair and stamina like no one’s business...” 
“Hey!” He pokes your side and you cackle. 
“Loki, I’m not going to do anything like that. I’ll be far too busy studying and I’m too old for all that. Those twenty-year olds don’t want me. Now, hire a replacement so I can deal with all this nonsense.” You caress his cheek and give a smile. 
“You underestimate those twenty-year old cads. I once was one and I would've pounced on you at once.” 
“Oh really. Because you’re like forty and took years.” 
“Eh, let’s not toss around numbers here.” He sniffs. “I’m just saying that you are a beautiful woman, obviously. I married you. And those young ones, well, they like the allure of an older woman.” 
“Alright, alright,” you pat his shoulder. “Let it go.” You exhale and look him in the face. He stares back at you and squeezes your hips. “I’ll miss you.” 
His cheeks dust with pink and he smirks, “I'll miss you too, darling.” 
“You better.” 
His eyes fog and slowly crawl down. You squirm as he stands, crowding you, and his hands grazes along your sides. He walks his fingertips up and down and grips your waist again. He spins you suddenly, pinning you against the desk. 
“Let me be your young gun, eh? Show you this old man’s still got it.” He purrs. 
“Lo,” you rub his chest. 
“I can’t have you running off not thinking of me and how I’d put any of them to shame.” He winks and leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Mm, Mrs. Laufeyson, is that what you want? A sweet young thing. I’ve not lost my touch, believe me.” 
“Lo,” you put your hand over one of his. 
“I feel you trembling, darling.” 
“Not here,” you tug on his hand. 
“Anywhere.” He urges you back until you hit the desk.  
He leans in until you’re forced to brace the desk. You strain backward and he reaches around to swipe the desk clear. Your monitor and laptop teeter dangerously near the edge as the rest of your things scatter. You gasp. 
“Loki!” 
“I’ll buy new ones,” he lifts you at once and puts you on the desk. 
“You can’t--” 
“I am.” 
He puts his hand under your chin and forces your head up. His thumb rubs along your cheekbones as he marvels down at you. He exhales and tickles your nose with his. You scrunch up your face and he presses a kiss to your lips. 
You push against his chest as his tongue glides along your lips. You murmur and try to resist. You never can. His hand brushes up and down your side then hooks up to your neck. He holds your head between his hands as he invades your mouth. He consumes you as he shifts and pushes between your knees. 
You clutch his lapel and part from his lips with a gulp. “Loki--” 
“Let me remind you who you married, darling. It was no old man,” he yanks his tie free as he clings to the front of your blouse, bunching it as he keeps you snagged. He tosses the silk and draws you back to him. 
You giggle, cheeks vibrant with heat, and shake your head. “Oh, I know who I married.” 
“And you will keep it in mind with those young lads.”  
He pinches a button, tediously undoing it with a single hand. He snarls and withdraws briefly to tear open his shirts. Buttons scatter as he snarls and steps up once more. He cradles your head in his hands and enshrines you in another fervent kiss, this one has you breathless. 
You put your hands on your chest, feeling the way his muscle tenses with need. He shudders as you drag your touch down to his stomach and the firm muscle clenches. He growls into you and bends you until your back is against the desk. He pins you there as he runs his hand down the length of your figure. 
He hooks his thumb beneath the hem of your dress and pushes the skirt up. You wriggle and feel blindly along his belt. He twitches as you latch onto his buckle. He hums and parts from your mouth, gasping against your cheek. 
His belt clinks open at your blind tugging and you pick open his fly. He growls and nips your ear lobe, laying a trail of kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He pants slacken and you push them down with his briefs. He springs free and wiggles his hips so his belt slides lower. 
He pulls your rear over the edge and flutters his fingers along your thigh. You curl your other leg around him as he tickles the front of your panties. He presses your clit through the thin fabric. You draw his mouth back to yours hungrily.  
Your tongues meet in a flurry of need and dread. You need each other right then and dread the separation to come. You’ve been outrunning that fact. That distance will not be easy, even so much as you’ve longed for it. 
He rubs you through your panties until he can feel you seeping through. He traces the trim of the lingerie and peels them away from your cunt. The satin bunches against your thigh as he flips your skirt up and moves closer. 
You know each other by touch. He finds you without hesitation. He slides into you in a single lunge and you drone in delight. Your turn your head as his wet lips smear over your cheek. He groans as your walls squeeze him. 
“Darling,” he drawls. 
You puff and arch your back, hooking your legs so that your heels press into the back of his thighs. You tilt your hips, goading him on as he takes his long, patient strokes. That pace he keeps when he means to torture. 
You snarl and grab his chin. You force his head up, “I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me like an old man.” 
His eyes flicker and his lips curve into a devious smirk. He slams his hips against you and you cry out. Your nails dig into his jaw and you laugh through your teeth. He does it again, jolting the desk with you, and you quiver around him. 
“Oh, yes,” you grit. “You can do it, old man.” 
“Old. Man.” He chuffs out and rams into your again. 
You chuckle only to be met with another blunt rut. Your voice fizzles to a squeal.  
He traces along the top of your dress and drags the sleeve down your shoulder. He follows the cut of the bodice and uncovers your bra beneath. He quickly pulls the strap down and flips the cup inside out. He fondles you at once.  
His hips pump into you, harder and harder. His thumb flicks over your nipple, swirling around to tease. He hunches and dips down to take the bud between his teeth. He snarls and bucks faster. You hug him between your thighs and wrap an around his head. 
His other hand snakes down between your bodies. He pushes against your clit, the motion of his pelvis moving his fingers against you. The friction melds into the pressure inside. Your eyes roll back as you cling to his shoulder, your other hand on his lower back, beckoning him deeper. 
His harried grunts punctuate your soft moans, the slap of flesh and constant clink of his buckle adding to the twisted melody of your fucking. You roll your hips up into his. Just a little more. 
Your thighs shake and the swell in your core threatens to boil over. Your voice begins to crest and suddenly, he stops. You groan and clamp onto his side. You try to pull him down as he lifts himself. He keeps only his tip inside of you.  
Your eyes snap open as he flings his tussled hair back and looks you in the face. Your brows furrow. 
“Old man?” He challenges. 
“Lo...” you breathe, “please.” 
“No, no, that is what you said. So, allow me to prove you wrong.” He snickers and nips at your lower lip. “I can keep up, can you?” 
He dips into you slowly and you whine. Your head lolls and your lashes flutter. You bare your teeth at him and hiss. “I hate you.” 
“How can you hate this, darling?” He rears back and thrusts again. “Mm, I feel the way you’re clinging to me.” 
“Just--” You flare your nose and turn your head straight. “Do it. Old man.” 
His irises spark and he snaps his hips. You yipe and he twirls his fingertips against your clit. You shudder at the sensation. 
“Oh ho, darling, do you want to cum?” 
“Loki--” 
“Tell me you want to cum.” 
“Lo--” 
“Beg me.” He commands and pulls his fingers away. The coolness left in the shadow of his touch makes you squirm. “I did vow to serve you, darling, but I cannot if you do not say what you want.” 
Frustration, desperation, call it what you will. You whimper and reach for his hand. You guide it back to your clit and growl, “make me cum.” 
It’s his turn to shiver. He twists his hand away from yours to grab your fingers and pushes them to your bud. You gasp as he uses them to rub you instead. As he does, his hips fall into tempo. 
He fucks you so the desk scrapes the floor and his thighs hits the sharp edge. He raises himself as he spreads a hand across your stomach and watches himself delves into you, over and over. He guides your fingers in a frantic rhythm and the tension clusters beneath your own touch. 
You spasm and cry out, legs locked around his as you trap him inside you. 
“Oh, yes, make me cum, Loki, make me--” you descend into a stream of gibberish as you contort on the desk. You bite your knuckles to silence yourself, heaving wildly as your lungs burn and your skin tingles. 
“Um...” a knock sounds at the door and Loki halts mid-thrust. You share a startled look then slowly glance over at the open door. Shit. The last interviewee, Peter, stands dumbfounded as he peers in from the hall. “I, uh, forgot my phone in your office.” 
“Well,” Loki clears his throat and looks down at you with a sinister gleam. “Go and get it. Can’t you see I’m busy?” 
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