#and I've never once gotten why that is

[tobi-smp]

I've said it before, but genuinely there has never been a normal c!tommy critical discussion in the entire world. people Cannot frame tommy in any sort of negative light without saying the most out of pocket, victim blaming, abuse apologizing, or ableist shit you've ever seen for absolutely no reason.

it was true in 2020 and it's Still true today ! it's so Bizarre, because it's not even like you Can't frame any of tommy's actions as harmful (or at least in a negative light) without being weird about it. you can even Like Him and do it ! lots of dsmp characters get that treatment in the right spaces

but something about tomathy innit makes that just Impossible. you just can't criticize him without saying the worst thing that's ever been said.

as a wise tumblr user once said, tommy neg? why don't you tommy ne-get some bitches

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[corvidcorgi]

Rereading Young Justice 1998 and I always forget that there's an arc where, in order to escape government agents trying to capture them, they use their magic sentient motorcycle to phase down into the earth's crust

and while they're down there they find a strange dark cavernous space filled with flames and lava and tiny demons that feed on suffering, and also there are disco balls and people wearing bellbottoms

and Robin recognizes everyone there as scumbags and murderers that he's investigated or heard of at one time or another

and it's all run by a guy named Dante, because this is his (disco) Inferno

and the joke is, of course, that Hell looks like the 70s (and/or the 70s are worse than hell)

EXCEPT

it's literally not hell

Dante is just SOME GUY who FOUND A CAVE filled with FLAMES AND LAVA and TINY DEMONS that FEED ON SUFFERING!!

literally just some guy! Who went "Man, y'know what would be neat? If I kidnapped CEOs and murderers, tricked them into thinking they died, and set up a 70s themed prison for them. And told them it was Hell! And fed their suffering to all these tiny demons!"

and then stole all the CEOs' assets in order to finance his underground 70s-themed fake-hell prison where he feeds the prisoners' suffering to his tiny demons

[incesthemes]

"their relationship is romantic" "their relationship is familial" "their relationship is platonic" you're thinking too narrow. their relationship goes beyond labels. the family is inherently queer. their platonic love is romantic. the erotic is familial. each one is the other and the other is them

[solivagantingrebel]

hey guys who wants another round of tmi

[name-doggo]

One thing I really wish the FF Community would Stop doing is Removing All Nuance from the Parents in Those Stories in order to Make Them Abusive Supervillains who Never Loved their Kid.

Like... In the Four Years I've been here, and for how Small the Community really is, you'd be surprised how many Times I've seen it-

[eachuisge-cc]

fuck it, coyote time

[camellcat]

I KNOW there is a pipeline from teen wolf to doctor who (or the other way around) but I haven't figured it out. I just. I see you. I see stiles stilinski pop up far too often for there not to be one.

and I don't even like most of you bc it's the same fuckin sterek hating scott mccall lovers (me) vs scott mccall hating sterek lovers (you), but in a completely different fandom. it's absolutely tragic.

[moe-broey]

Would I be proving my therapist (who has been voicing some concerns about my depression maybe getting worse but like I feel like it's fine) right by cancelling my appointment tomorrow cause I just don't wanna. Like all I have to report is that I'm tired and I wanna rest and I just don't really feel like it y'know

[missrosegold]

Looks like I just lost another close friend to guy who isn't worth a pile of dog shit. 😊

[luminiera-merge]

i think my tolerance for moe (ie the anime stuff) is in freefall rn

[slippery-minghus]

gods, why didn't i get a college degree in anything useful?

[golden-explosions-main]

Survey Program, go to...the First Meeting,

There is a shift. Things move faster yet faster on the screen. A house is made. A tree is explored. It all moves by in a blur. By the time it finishes slowing down. It's somewhere you haven't seen in a while. That School. The Camera locks on a far younger Suzy than you last saw. Following her as she steals Ham Sandwiches. Stuffing them away in her arms when no body looks. She seems to get redirected to the field. Trying to make her way to hide out somewhere to have her food. She overhears a fight. Investigating it she spots a ring of spiked vines trapping others in over a confrontation. She stands by as a dodgeball rolls to her. She picks it up. Clutching it close as she witnesses the fight from an outsider's perspective. Across the field the human and monster principles approach the commotion. Following along is the Other Frisk. She throws the ball up in the air with a surprised kick reaction at the sound of a whistle.

INTERFERENCE ENABLED

The ball freezes. Redirecting itself back down to the Other Flowey. Hitting right where it was meant to. ... At the principal's office. The trio each are brought to talk about their perspective of what happened.

HOST RECALIBRATION

The perspective moves to focus on the Other Flowey. Briefly showing their side as it snaps back.

Suzy seems to brush off whatever that was. Holding her head for a minute.

As Suzy is the last to talk. She passes by the Other Frisk holding the Other Flowey. She looks neither of them in the eye.

FOLLOWER SENT

That Clam Girl you hadn't seen since Waterfall bursts in the room. Talking to Suzy. Asking if she was ok. As she talks the Program runs off some previously made choice.

INTERFERENCE ENABLED "You did not. Perhaps it was nobody at all." "Does a punishment for him seem that fitting in the grand scheme of things?"

The principles seem... unsure of themselves as they talk. Letting Suzy and Clam Girl go as they are left to ponder on that push of direction.

Flowey: "As much as I'd like to go on and on about how funny and cathartic it is to see my younger self getting smacked in the head by a dodgeball, I have something else more important to talk about,"

Flowey: "Like, for instance, what did Clam Girl mean when she said that? Does that mean the other me didn't get expelled from school??"

Frisk: "I'm not sure why you're making it sound like a bad thing-,"

Flowey: "That's because it IS a bad thing! EXPEL HIM FROM THAT HELL SCHOOL! SET HIM FREEEEEE!!!"

Frisk: "At least the other me got to spend more time with the other you at school....they also got to spend more time with you acting like a cranky baby,"

Flowey: "YOU'RE ONLY ADDING TO MY POINT! Six or seven hours of space between us for five days in a row is healthy and for the best!"

Frisk: "Mhm, I know you're just saying that,"

Flowey: "I SAY A LOT OF THINGS, FRISK!"

Flowey then calms down: "Ahem...anyways, this confirms it, the Doctor is responsible for changing and manipulating that timeline, however, it looks like Clam Girl is one of their followers and is Suzy's caretaker, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but at least she seems harmless,"

Frisk: "Yeah, hopefully Suzy is happy with the change,"

Flowey: "Mm...she was stealing sandwiches and looked miserable, but eh, maybe after making friends with you, things will turn around for her,"

Frisk: "I'm sure you have the potential to make her happy too, you're a lovely friend when you get comfortable with a person,"

Flowey: "Eh, you're biased,"

[angered-box]

NO FUCKING WAY I HAVE TO SEE HP ON MY FOR YOU PAGE. ..

[jinxpologist]

i'm honestly considering remaking because i seriously think something about having the same account for so many years is scary. like i don't want to delete this account but i sort of really do?

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

I was just about to make a post that said something like 'Eliza Scarlet and Inspector Wellington wish they had what Bobby Jones and Lady Frances Derwent have,' but the truth is they still have a looooonnnggg ways to go before they're actually to the point of actively desiring to work as an effective a team, instead of turning very single one of their interactions into either a competition or an opportunity to pointlessly take offense at the other (and most often, both at once).