#the dick!bats time is inherently awful for dick

[huilian]

Nightwing (1996), #152

[lacrimosathedark]

How I deal with Roy Harper stuff is absolute chaos.

I ship him with Jason Todd. I don’t mind the idea of him dating Kori at some point.

I fucking hate RHATO. It’s so bad for all of their characters. It makes Kori the “born sexy yesterday” alien girl instead of the extremely emotional girl full of love and conviction that she is. It reverts Roy back so much and makes him just this side of a piece of shit. And Jason is made into Edgey Protagonist Boy. It’s awful for all of them. Also Scott Lobdel is a creep and he sucks.

Is that where nearly all canon JayRoy implications are? Yes. Do I ignore most of the details of that entire series and only apply it to my personal canon in vague broad strokes? Also yes.

Despite there being no implications of JayRoy before this, I love them together for the sheer potential.

This is not for one to be a morality pet for the other. Roy isn’t there to make Jason look smart. Sure, he’s a dumbass, but he’s also almost as much a genius as Jason is, Jason just had a million more teachers and way less chill. He’s not there just to make Jason feel better about himself. As much as Jason adores him, he still barely let him in, and kept trying to push him away because he was too good. Jason also isn’t there to be Roy’s sobriety crutch. Roy doesn’t need a goddamn sobriety crutch. And if he does, Jason can help (god he fucking should) but his sobriety crutches are Dinah and Waylon, and they just helped him through the worst of it. He can handle shit on his own.

I want Roy to say “fuck that, you’re not the bad guy” not because Roy is an “outlaw” for no rational reason (because he’s not, he’s a hero and never was he not). I want him to say it because he knew the bright bubbly kid who was there when he found out he was a father. The little boy who helped Donna (who Roy also loves) when she was carrying too much and not enough and needed that support. I want him to do it because he knows some of who Jason killed and why. I want him to express that he understands why Jason killed and doesn’t judge him even though he doesn’t kill people anymore (because I think he did as a government agent? and he sure af wanted to after Lian died). I want him to tell Jason just how awful he thinks he himself is, and that Jason is not some monster tainting him with his mere presence. I want him to force Jason to recognize that just because he’s close to Dick too doesn‘t mean he prefers one of them over the other, that the relationships are different and both precious to him and he doesn’t value Dick over Jason or vice versa (because Dick was Roy’s best friend sorta (I mean so were Wally and Donna but like...???) and they need to still be besties instead of trading out one Bat for another) because he feels like people are always choosing his siblings, Dick and Tim especially, over him.

I want Jason to have this unbelievable pride and admiration and fear and hope with Roy, seeing how he got over addiction and spent so much time trying to help others through it, when Jason lost his mother to it. I want him to be able to pull Roy away from the Titans when they stress him out so he’s just not alone (not because he needs someone, but Roy is inherently social and has always done better when people are there for him). I want Jason to help Roy find his daughter. I want Jason to know the child that has become a scrappy Gotham street kid and platonically fall in love with her, love her nearly as much as Roy does because he just can’t help it because Lian is just that wonderful and everyone who’s ever met her adores her and Jason has always had a soft spot for kids (who aren’t wearing Robin outfits). I want him to feel a connection with Lian over their similar and different childhoods, and how much they care about Roy. I want Jason to recognize just how brilliant both Roy and Lian are and actually say how impressed he is just because he can and Roy tbh probably needed the ego boost. I want Jason to have people he can rely on with relative fucking stability because fuck if he can get that from his family. Maybe the Batgirls, but they each prioritize other Robins over him (Babs for Dick, Steph for Tim, Cass also for Tim, or Steph if you wanna count her in this example).

Nearly everything I love about Roy Harper (mostly aside from his design, I like his new styles if you ignore the hat) comes from Pre-Flashpoint stuff. His volunteer work for people struggling with addiction. When he was in Ireland for a while and helped these kids who’d been recently orphaned and making sure they got to a good home when everything was resolved. That time he was essentially a temp PI and worked a case during the fucking AIDs crisis and showed fucking empathy for people and didn’t get bothered when that made people accuse him of being gay (in contrast to Titans Academy where he repeatedly misgenders a nonbinary student boy you are culturally Navajo were there no Two Spirit people there?). His intimately trusting friendship with Dick where they’d do almost anything for each other no questions asked. All of the things he did as a father because god, did the man love his daughter. Pre-Flashpoint Roy is the one I love, and I sprinkle his newer material in very sparingly and carefully.

Jason Todd was all over the fucking place even before Flashpoint so he’s just a mess.

But I see potential for them. Not for most of what’s already written, but what could be.

(Also this does not mean I want their other love interests brushed aside; I want them resolved and befriended. Donna for Roy and Artemis for Jason. Maybe also Kori and Isabel respectively. Fuck Cheshire tho didn’t even tell Roy Lian was alive. Bitch. But damn do I want Artemis back. Also Dog. Give Jason Dog back.)

[thevoidscreams]

These trend are made for walking

Summary:You try out an internet trend with your bird boyfriend It ends up being so much more. 18+ Warnings: Oral sex, vaginal sex, some swearing and nudity Word count:3232

(Yo this got weirdly soft at the end. What even is this?)

You didn’t usually spend too much time on social media because overall places like Facebook and twitter and Instagram were simply breeding grounds for vile bitter behavior and you were just tired of it.

Of course not every social media platform was perfect but there were some that overall just seemed better than others.

So far your foray into the Vine knockoff, tik tok, hadn’t been as bad as you first thought it was going to be. The comedy pages had decent original content and the artist put a lot of passion into their works and that was genuinely nice. Call all them to the House of Vibes cause that what they were, at least to you they were. 

In all your endless scrolling and liking of every Hawks cosplayer you could possibly find, you took notice of certain trends. They never compelled you too much despite their popularity, but one trend finally did catch your eye and there was just no way you could stop yourself from giving it a whirl. 

Keigo had a rare opportunity today. Today he could stay home and do nothing, just nothing. Or so he thought, until he stared down at the caller ID on his phone.

It was his manager. With an exaggerated sigh he pressed talk and put on his best happy tone he could manage. “Hey man what’s up? Why you callin me  on my day off?” It was a rather aggressive question for the cheery tone but if they were gonna bother him with some business shit while he was supposed to be relaxing then it was going to be their problem.

The plan was perfect, you looked perfect, your phone was in hand and your clothes were on the floor. Hawks favorite pair of your underwear was in hand and you were ready to attack. 

You started the video and made your way towards the living room where you could hear your man complaining about how he was positive he’d filed those reports properly.  It was the best possible timing because he’d pick you over dumb work stuff any day and you knew it.

The fuck was so important about those reports that it couldn’t wait till he got back to work to take care of it. He scrubbed his hand over his face as he growled. “Look, I can take care of it when I get in on Monday. This is my first day off in weeks and it’s not like the world will end if I don’t come now.” His manager began on another spiel about taking responsibility but the hero was already checking out.

You peeked around the corner into the room. He wasn’t facing you, he was sitting on the couch wings draped over the low backrest, his feathers were unusually sharp looking which meant he was irritated. Understandable considering you could hear his manager on the other end of the phone lecturing him as you approached slowly. Well, you smiled, this ought to help. You balled up the panties and tossed them onto his head.

Hawks wasn’t really listening. He’d heard this all before and was pretty used to it. What he wasn’t used to was being assaulted by undergarments. He pulled the lacy cloth from atop his head and looked at it confused. Turning he found the source of his sudden bombardment and his jaw dropped in surprise. 

The voice on the other line was almost entirely forgotten as he stood up. “Uh hey man I gotta let you go. Something really important just came up.” 

“What? No, listen hawks,” but he didn’t have time to finish as Keigo’s thumb brushed over the end call button.

“Hey babe what’s all this?” His look of awe turned to a look of pure hunger as you began to back towards the bedroom. “Oh just thought you could use a little TLC.”

“Oh? Then why are you backing up?” He hadn’t come around the couch yet and was grinning at you like a mad man.

“Well if you really want it babe you’re gonna have to come and get it.” You laughed and began to jog backwards faster.

Never one to let his prey escape Keigo cleared the couch in one jump and made a beeline for you. A yelp then a giggle bubbled up out of you and you turned to full on run back to the room, your prey drive sufficiently activated.

You didn’t make it far. You were fast but Keigo was faster. He snatched the phone from your hand and tossed it aside as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

His lips attacked your neck and chest as his hand massaged your hips. “Can I have some of that TLC now pretty bird?” He had a soft eager tone as he lavished you with affection.

“Of course, but we’re gonna have to get you out of those clothes first. “

With lighting like quickness he bounced off the bed and began to stripe like his clothes had caught flame. 

“You have no idea how much I love you right now.”

“Needed to escape from the evil phone call?”

“Yes, please remind me not to accept phone calls on my days off anymore.”

You gladly accepted him into your arms as he crawled back onto the bed.

“How would you like to receive your loving care first my love?”

Hawks kissed you and took your hand from his shoulder, pulling you up till you were both kneeling. 

“Well I think the first order of business would be to get a taste for each other don’t you think?” 

With a nod and a wink you pushed him back into a sitting position and licked your lips.

You didn’t enjoy putting your mouth on other people until you met Kiego. He was a rather clean dude despite his inherent laziness and he  kept a stellar level of hygiene. More than that though, he wasn’t as pushy as others before him and the best part was he didn’t hold back on any of his sounds. Hearing him moan in pleasure was better than any song and you could happily listen to it all day.

You were blessed with the first of his little groans as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length all the way to the tip, giving a little lick to the slit at the top. He was already so hard and it made you smile as you took the tip into your mouth and suckled it. 

He leaned back, resting his weight on an elbow as the other came to rest softly in your hair, guiding you gently down his length. Relaxing your jaw and throat you were able to take him most of the way right off the bat which wasn’t always the case, but today you were determined. Keigo was certainly enjoying your efforts as you pulled back to the tip, gave it another little suck and dipped back down till he was hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck Dove, just like that.” His voice was thready and needy and made your body feel just that much warmer. Your tongue danced along his shaft as you sucked and slowly he began to sink back onto the bed, eyes shut, nothing but a blissful expression while you worked. It was nice knowing you did this to him, but you too were excited to get a turn. Giving your boyfriend a hum and a little pat on the thigh you watched him open an eye to look at you. Gently you laid your hand over the one he had resting on the back of your skull and pressed it down into your locks harder. 

Keigo’s blowjob addled brain finally seemed to get what you were suggesting and his smile widened by a mile.

He tightened his hand in your hair pulling slightly as he waited for you to give the go ahead. It took a moment of adjusting position but finally you locked eyes with him and of all the signals you could have given you went with a wink, he almost laughed at the sight of you with his cock in your mouth winking. He didn’t let it stop him though, after all it would be rude to laugh at you when you’d so generously offered your mouth and throat as his person fuck toy.

Dragging you back a few inches till your mouth was half way down his length and then began to shallowly thrust his cock into your mouth. As much as he wanted to go all out and face fuck you till you were gagging he knew he had to build up but it was steadily growling harder to hold back.

“Ah such a good girl sucking my cock like that. You want me to fuck your face?”

Oh how nice that sounded. The thought alone made you moan and your pussy drip. 

“Alright then I can see how bad you want it and you’re being good for me.” The force of his hips increased and the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat making you gag. Even still he held your head in his hands, fingers tangled in your soft locks as he rutted against your face. 

You were enjoying yourself, the feeling of his hot length in your mouth was just so strangely satisfying and each time you pushed his cock to the back of your throat you could nuzzle the little patch of flax color curls above his cock. It tickled the tip of your nose and made you want to giggle at the oddly fun sensation. Not that you could though, giggling was hard to do with penis in your throat, so instead you settled for what might have been a moan.

Hawks wasn’t going to last doing this, it was too good and he couldn’t even remember what the fuck fuck pacing even was. Your mouth was just so wet, warm and wonderful. 

“Ah fuck, fuck! Dove I’m. I’m gonna” It was all he could manage to mumble as you pulled back to the tip and let him feed you his cum. The slightly bitter taste is better than normal and you have to credit it to his better eating habits since you two started dating. 

His wings are jittery and little feathers come loose and flutter to the bedding below. 

“You look happy.” You comment innocently, as though you hadn’t just had his genitals in your mouth. “Well yeah, getting a blowjob from a hot person tends to do that.” You blush and have to laugh. Sexual acts with Keigo were nothing if not fun and you like that no matter what you were doing he always found a way to make you smile.

The two of you took a breather and you got a drink of water.

“Alright, I do believe it is my turn to get a taste of you pretty bird.” You flopped down onto the bed with a nearly comical amount of enthusiasm and huffed lightly when you bounced not once but twice. Your boyfriend was on you in a hot second as soon as you stopped bouncing, your thighs already up on his shoulders, his warm hands holding you firmly in place. A quick flash of pink darted over his beautiful licks and golden eyes surveyed your dripping sex. “Oh wow you’re already so wet. Does sucking me really get you that riled up?”

You shrugged and met his eyes. “Who can say? We might have to test that theory more in the future. You know, just go all in, research style and keep records, eat some snacks while we take notes.”

Keigo hummed and nodded. “Good idea, I like how you think. Oh and while we’re on the topic of snacks,” He paused and pointed one finger at your dripping sex, “are you going to eat that or can I?” You slapped a hand over your mouth as you broke down into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh Kei! What even?” You snorted once then twice as you shook from the force of the giggles. He found himself grinning like a fool, God did he love you.

Satisfied with your reaction Keigo immediately set to work as he ran his tongue up your slit, marveling at the taste of your juices. Your hips bucked at the sudden pleasure. He took advantage of your shock and kissed your clit before taking it into his mouth to reacquaint it with his tongue. Your finger snaked through his wheaten tresses, gripping them tightly as you held him against your lower lips. Of course just tasting your outer lips wasn’t enough and he slid his tongue past your labia to massage you quivering inner walls. His focus was set entirely on making you squirm and moan with just his warm generous mouth and boy did he.

The sensation of being eaten out by your boyfriend was akin being electrocuted; but in the best way possible. The man knew what he was doing with that mouth and made it abundantly clear he did by drawing delighted sounds of varying pitches from some place deep inside you. 

His name fell from your own mouth like a prayer as you begged him not to stop or to keep pressing his tongue right there.

You were so very close when pulled away leaving only one finale brief kiss on your woman hood.

“Kei NO! Don’t stop now.”

He chuckled and crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your form till he reached your mouth. The musky flavor of your own sex was pressed into your mouth as he kissed you.

“Sorry Dove. As much as I like watching you squirm from my mouth I get a much better view up here.” 

You grumbled as you gazed up at him. He was so handsome in the light that came in from the window. The sun illuminated him, making his hair look golden and his red wings look divine above you as he rested between your thighs, his hardened length mere inches away from being inside you. You just wanted him to make you cum and as grumpy as his edging made you, it was nowhere near as strong as your need to feel him plow you into the bed. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and your fingers found the base of his wings as you pulled him back in for another kiss. “Alright then bird brain. If you intend to fuck me then fuck me.” It was all he needed to hear and one hand slipped down to position himself at your entrance. 

Keigo didn’t have the biggest dick you’d ever seen but the way he felt inside you was enough proof that size wasn’t everything. You’d never been uncomfortable when Keigo was with you. It was however mind numbingly splendid and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gave you both gladly and wholeheartedly.

He hissed as he pressed into you, wet as you were your inner walls were tight and warm. Keigo took his time pressing his full length inside you. He enjoyed your soft moans and even more the way you body felt against his. You were practically hugging him and the intimacy of the moment stole his breath. He enjoyed joking around with you during sex and making you laugh, he even liked making you scream profanities or his name in the heat of the moment. However these few quiet seconds before he began to rut into you were his favorite. The softness of your warm breath on his shoulder, the small expectant tug at his feathers, the gentleness of your embrace, he really felt that love was what he was creating with you. In this quiet you weren’t just his girlfriend or partner. You were his mate and he loved you. His cheek brushed against yours and you hugged him tighter, ready for his next move which he would give you,however not before he kissed you softly. Just the faintest brush of his lips, so chaste for an act like this. His cheek came back to your shoulder and he felt so whole as his eyes drifted shut and he pulled out and thrust back in. Pleasure shot through you both and lights exploded behind Keigo’s eyes as he heard you gasp his name. Keigo didn’t bother setting a regulated pace, he let his body work with yours and the result was magic. At some point his hands had come to rest on your lower back and shoulder, returning your embrace as he gasped and panted praise into the side of your neck intermittently broken by a kiss to your throat or jaw. He kept hugging you tighter at every possible opportunity, which was often as the gradually increasing strength of his thrusts shifted you in his hold.

You were fucking interplanetary right now. Sex was pretty good, and with Keigo it was great but this, whatever sudden emotional connection the two of you had going on was other worldly. You had no idea what had happened. Cause you assumed that Keigo was going to fuck you, which was what you usually got, but this? No this wasn’t fucking this was love making, and the difference was night and day. You pulled him closer as he loosened another moan with his thrusts. The coil in your stomach was wound so tight you felt like it could snap at any second now. “Keigo~” Your voice sounded so soft and sweet, full of need but not just for the physical release you desired but for him. 

Without saying anything in return your lover shifted his hips, thrusting harder as he brushed against a sweet spot deep inside you. Your body jolted and your vision danced with little stars. 

You think the sudden increase of noise in the room may have been you crying out for your lover not to stop, to cum with you, inside you, but you weren’t entirely sure. You were sure however of the I love you’s and your actual name as Keigo spilled his seed deep inside you.

Your high lasted what felt like hours as you held your winged boyfriend and kissed him. His hands wandered over you as he continued to tell you how much he loved you. You returned his affection in kind. He kissed tears from your cheeks, you hadn’t realized you’d begun to cry. His wings cocooned you away from the rest of the world as you basked in the world’s best afterglow.

Once you came back to your senses you were dumbfounded. Had all that really just happened? “What was that? I thought you said you were gonna fuck me, not make me experience sex pleasures from the nth dimension.” Keigo laughed tiredly. “I have no idea. I was just so in love with you and felt so connected to you.” You nodded. “Yeah me too. It was the best feeling I think I’ve ever experienced. It was just supposed to be a fun internet trend where I walked in front of you naked and then maybe sex but this was unexpected.”

Keigo listened but as he held you he felt so tired. “Mmm let's talk about it later. I’m tired.”

You yawned and agreed. It could wait till after you napped.

(Hope you enjoy) 

[bigskydreaming]

Why do You dislike Scott Snyder? I mean I have my reasons.. like a lot of the Court of Owls stuff, his convoluted plots, making Dick a punching bag for the broody bats, horrible at writing the family as a family he literally wrote Death of the Family I mean....*kill bill sirens* ... Also the ''son of a Damian'' line from Black Mirror etc. But I'm curious if you have more reasons since I'm pretty new and I'm told that he likes Dick and wanted to write Dick focused books and I don't.. buy it.

LOL yeah, all of that for sure, and I mean.....tbh, I don’t pay enough attention to his interviews and stuff to even be aware that he’s said that about liking Dick and wanting to write Dick-centric books, but I’m with you on that....not necessarily meaning anything.

God knows I’ve lost track of how many fic writers in this fandom swear up and down they love Dick Grayson and yet I avoid their stories with extreme energy, lmao, because I’ve read enough of their takes on DG that I’m like hmmm, yeah, we are not the same, lol. I mean, there’s a certain couple fic writers who just are like....DETERMINED to mention Danny Chase every single time I make a post about why I’m annoyed by the focus on Dick’s allegedly infamous temper. And its always the exact same song on repeat, they’re like “OH-HO, so apparently you don’t remember the time Dick choked Danny, a literal CHILD, just because Danny had the nerve to tell him Jason died, cuz like, I do, and it was AWFUL and Danny could have died TOO y’know, that’s how mad Dick was.” 

And then I just kinda stare at these words that apparently mean things, and enter a fugue state where an unknown amount of time passes and by the end of it I feel 80 million epochs older, and its like....no, I absolutely do remember that time when Dick grabbed Danny by the shirt and yelled in his face because he just found out his brother died and Danny said “what’s the big deal, its not like it doesn’t happen all the time” and this was absolutely not an awesome and fun scene for anyone, no matter how understandable Dick’s upset was at the time. BUT, I also happen to remember, since y’know, it was in that literal exact same issue, how then Dick went to see Bruce, and due to BRUCE’S upset about Jason’s death, Bruce literally punched his remaining son to the ground, screams about how it was all Dick’s fault, and kicks him out of the house Dick grew up in and tells him to leave his keys with Alfred. 

And its like......the very same people who LOVE to throw around references to Danny Chase in order to puff up the claims about Dick Grayson being volatile and extreme and having a Dangerous Temper like, flat out REFUSE to ever even ACKNOWLEDGE that scene with Dick and Bruce, from the literal exact same issue, because they at the same time claim that THIS was bad writing and OOC and Bruce would never.....but apparently, the writing from ten pages before it was just fine and completely accurate and Dick absolutely would not only ever, he would always, and thus Dick’s Legendary Dangerous Temper is canon and its why Dick can’t have nice things or people being nice to him in these writers’ stories, its too Dangerous, he might get mad I guess.

And each time this comes up on this site, I’m always like....hey, science side of tumblr, is it possible that insisting on vilifying Dick for his reaction to someone in the wake of Jason’s death whilst simultaneously refusing to acknowledge the scene of Bruce’s reaction to Dick is canon or in-character despite existing in the exact same issue and written by the exact same writer.....like....could this be one of those double standards I’m always going on about? And isn’t it in fact reasonable to question just how much or how little someone actually means it when they say they love a character but want that character flogged in the middle of the town square for a Bad Reaction to something that also prompted a Bad Reaction from another character but this character, they’ll like, throw themselves in front of a moving train if it keeps someone from daring to even suggest that THEIR reaction was canon and in-character and might potentially say something damning about their temper or behavior with friends or family?

*heaves endless sigh of endlessness*

Sorry, that example was right there on the tip of my brain today because like....I literally just saw another post around this oft-deceased and resurrected and killed to death again dead horse like, five minutes ago and then came to dip into my ask box for the first time today and it was like.....destiny. Assuming destiny has some free time to kill and nothing better to do, which, I mean, hey, everyone’s allowed a hobby is all I’m saying.

LOL sooooooooooo, ANYWHO, its just like.....ugh, I’m so over being expected to take at face value any writers, whether professional or fan, saying “oh but I love this character or that character, and due to that being my preface to everything else I say or do in regards to this character, you have zero basis for claiming that you do not like or trust my depiction of this character because ummm, read much? I literally JUST said, I love them though? Wow. Insert scoffs of incredulity here, I don’t even know how to talk to someone who thinks I don’t like a character I claimed I like just because literally everything else I say or do about them paints an opposing picture to the contrary.”

LMAO. Sorry. Had to get that off my chest. But yeah, like, I think EVERY canon Batfam writer has made a similar claim in recent years about pretty much every Batfam character, and at a certain point it starts to be like....okay, if all of you are telling the truth here, shouldn’t we see more canon evidence of like....these characters that you’re writing, like....actually even LIKING each other? At what point are we allowed to question the legitimacy of you saying oh I totes love this character, that’s why I write their family as abusing them, that’s just love, baby, that’s what it looks like.

Personally, I’d like to see more of us at least using qualifiers? I mean, I do say I don’t hate Tim, or Bruce, or any of these characters, but I get how people could be dubious about that and be all, umm, you rant about them a lot, because like...yeah. Fair. That’s a valid critique. SO its a lot more accurate for me to be like, I love 90s Tim and I just have become increasingly less enchanted with the character over the past twenty years since then, enough so that my knee-jerk reactionism to people bashing Dick’s character BECAUSE of what Dick did or didn’t do to Tim in their eyes, is like.....disinclined to view the situation or his character these days through 90s-Tim rose-colored glasses. 

Similarly, I truly don’t hate Bruce, at least not when he’s not being written as physically and emotionally abusive and/or just plain neglectful, BUT I absolutely despise the abuse apologism rampant in most fandoms, but particularly in this one, where people will make like Cirque-de-Soilei contortionists in order to prove that Bruce beating this kid or that kid isn’t actually abuse, its cuz they made him do it....rather than people just being like, no, that’s abuse right there on the page and I don’t stand for it or stan that Batman, so I have zero desire to defend that scene or his actions there from his perspective, and am totally fine with taking a seat when someone speaks up about how much they hate what Bruce did to his kid there in that scene and how it affects their read of the characters as a whole.

Its like....that too, is a thing you can do, instead of just.....trying to explain why Bruce isn’t abusive see, because what happened there wasn’t actually abuse, since it couldn’t have been, because Bruce isn’t abusive, see, he would Never.

And yet so rarely do people actually do that, and we have people literally championing themselves as members of the Good Dad Bruce Protection Squad when the frank reality is there CAN BE NO GUARANTEE of him ever and always being a Good Dad, when like....his characterization, ultimately, is dependent on how he’s written by canon writers who ARE NOT US. Which makes that desire to see him as just a good dad and nothing but a good dad always, like....not quite as understandable as it otherwise might be, and instead just kinda....willful, an admission that a lot of fans in this fandom will just flat out ignore all evidence to the contrary of this stated claim about what Bruce inherently IS, when inherently all he is happens to be a character who manifests whatever those in creative control of him choose to manifest via him. Like.....there are ways to go about that kinda thing, its just....that isn’t it. Something like “Proud member of the Keep Bruce Wayne a Good Dad Squad’ or something along those lines? I’d have ZERO issue with, because that’s ACTIONABLE, not WILLFUL. It posits not that Bruce simply IS this way and there’s no ifs, ands or buts about it, but rather that just because he isn’t this way in some instances, that doesn’t mean we have to agree with it or condone that interpretation of him, y’know?

But people are like....unwilling to make that distinction or hold that nuance a lot of the times, so my dislike of Bruce as he’s written in certain ways or by certain writers like....grows and evolves and mutates into Godzilla rampaging through downtown New York, until its understandable that people reading my blog intermittently and who don’t follow everything I say on the subject are like.....”Bold of you to claim you like lizards in this one post when I have here nine other posts where you’re just like, FEAR the murderous monster-lizard destroying New York for it is Dangerous and Fearsome. Cuz one of these things is not like the others, bud.”  

*Shrugs* Anyway, all of that’s just my allergy to Staying on Topic, so make of it what you will, hopefully you get what I mean though even if you don’t have like, the requisite Kalen-Garbled-Nonsense Secret Decoder Ring. Back to Snyder though....yeah, he can claim he likes Dick all he wants, because y’know what, Tynion says the same thing and its been well established by moi that my fondest wish for Tynion is that he be kept far, far away from Dick’s character whenever possible. And I’m pretty sure Tom King claims he loves all these characters and we’re all like HAHAHHAHA and we know Lobdell insists he loves Jason Todd and its like wow how curious then that hardly any other Jason Todd stans love you.

The ironic thing about my random bouts of ugh Snyder in a lot of posts however, is that......tbh, its not even his depiction of Dick that makes me dislike him as much as I do? LMAO. I mean, I’m not a fan of it personally, for a lot of the reasons you mentioned, but I don’t like a lot most canon writers’ depiction of Dick these days and haven’t for years. The thing I really dislike Snyder for, personally, is his depiction of Damian.

Its just.....its very Not Good, a lot of the time. Oh, there are moments here and there, but you could claim that for any writer, really, but for the most part, like.....ooof, I haven’t read Snyder’s work on Damian recently enough to really cite specific moments off the top of my head, because I’ve been avoiding anywhere he’s writing Damian for awhile now BECAUSE of it, but....a LOT of the ‘demon brat’ shit in regards to Damian comes from Snyder’s work, and like, I’m always kinda like “hey is making Demon anything the go-to nickname for a kid of Arab descent who is already compared to a terrorist enough as it is like....really the best we can do” to begin with, and Snyder absolutely 100% does not help with that.

To be fair, its not remotely like its all just on him, the stuff that has had a lot of us complaining for years about the blood son crap and the insistence on acting like there’s this stark divide between Bruce and Damian and the rest of the Bat siblings, I mean, see: Tom King again, its just. Ugh, okay, Im gonna have to get back to this in the near future with actually sourced gripes about why I think Snyder’s Damian in particular is absolute crap and could he just not, though. Because it really is my chief complaint with him, like I was never gonna be a fan of his in general just because he’s someone who's like DARK MULTIVERSE BATMAN FUCK YEAH and I’m someone who’s like DARK MULTIVERSE BATMAN UGH FUCK WHY.....lol....BUT like I mention in other posts.....its not like he’s incapable of doing decent stuff or that he’s never written anything I like, because ironically, he IS the biggest canon backer of Duke Thomas and pretty much single-handedly responsible for Duke retaining as much of a presence as he has in recent years instead of just appearing and blipping out of existence like a one-hit wonder, and that can’t be overlooked or considered inconsequential.

That just also kinda makes it all the more annoying that his Damian is so very.....objectionable to me, but yeah. Anyway, that’s the curious case of my very mixed feelings on Scott Snyder, with a side dish of generalized “lol oh, so you do in fact love this character? Well magically all my criticisms of your take on them have now disappeared!”

[vmficrecs]

weekly fic round up

it has been a minute. time isn’t real and i’m not sorry.  

Previously on VM Fic Recs:  

theohara, “Rich Dirt,” R, Pre-series AU

"And Logan wouldn’t let you have anything. He’d danced over to you and smirked in your face and twirled your plastic cup right out of your hand and cooed that just because your Daddy wasn’t sheriff anymore didn’t give you license to break the law, and he’d acted all shocked with his hand over his mouth and he’d laughed like breaking glass and nanced off with your drink.“

Notes: reading rich dirt first thing in the morning (it is 5:26am) is not a good idea. i am gasping and sobbing and as always, this is the holy grail of fics. perfect veronica characterization. perfect logan characterization. perfect amount of awful, terrible hurt, and that lingering taste of something sweet that has soured. so fucking good. also, can we all sit down and talk about this -- In the fic, Logan gets roofied and is wasted and gets put to bed and mocked behind his back. Whereas, in canon, Veronica gets roofied and is wasted and gets put to bed and raped. Twice. Perfect encapsulation of the rape culture inherent in Veronica Mars, and especially in the Shelly Pomroy party episodes. 

New to VM Fic Recs: 

Pink Lemonade Author: Haley J. The Bat Pairing: Logan/Lilly/Veronica Rating: NC-17 Genre: Romance, Friendship, Sex Setting: Pre series  Spoilers: uh n/a  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4325 Status: Complete Summary: On a trip to Honolulu, Lilly manages to bring Veronica out of her pink, frosty shell. Notes: We love threesome fics!!! Each and every one of them (if I like the pairings) is a gift and an offering to me, personally, and I cherish it. I love every inch of this fic, except I personally picture it taking place beside the Kane’s pool. Anyway, it’s a dream and Lilly Kane is a force to be reckoned with and so is Veronica Mars (and Logan, my darling boy, is there too). 

For All That We Are Author: MoreHuman Pairing: David/Patrick, Logan/Veronica Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship, Banter, Logan Echolls is The Best Setting: Season 4 Spoilers: 4.08, “Years, Continents, Bloodshed”  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2574 Status: Complete Summary: Because it’s clear David Rose’s husband doesn’t just love him. He appreciates him. He appreciates him so much it seeps from his pores, evaporates off his skin, becomes airborne. It’s contagious. Logan’s getting a David Rose Appreciation contact high, and he doesn’t like it. Notes: I read this forever ago, but I’m recommending it now since schitt’s creek ended. David Rose is in perfect characterization and the bit where Logan’s thinking about Veronica -- you will Know the bit when you read it i’m not ruining it -- is so heart wrenching and GOOD. The ending is a bit abrupt and kind of a tonal shift in the piece, but overall it’s solid and you don’t have to have seen schitt’s creek to understand it, in my opinion. 

Meds: Cassidy Casablacas, This Is (Not) Your Life Author: queenofhell_proserpina Pairing: Cassidy Casablancas (Mac/Cassidy, Cassidy/Peter, Dick/Cassidy) Rating: Mature Genre: AU, Cassidy Casablancas is Fucked (Up) Setting: Season 2 Spoilers: All of Season 2 Chapters: 1 Word Count: 10368 Status: Complete Summary: How it matter to us, how it mattered to me, and the consequences. An AU/not an AU. Notes: I recently brought this up on twitter and it reminded me how much I enjoyed this fic. Thoroughly engrossing and original!! A deep dive in Cassidy’s psychosis given....everything. Follows canon in one storyline, while the other storyline goes canon divergent. It’s incredible. 

Peachy Keen Jelly Bean Author: synful_trixxie Pairing: Logan/Veronica Rating: NC-17 Genre: Romance!!!  Setting: Season 3 (probably) Spoilers: n/a Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3097 Status: Complete Summary: Arguments and controversies have always been their foreplay. Notes: listen. this fic is doing so many things for me. i firmly believe that lilly pegged logan often (and well!!) and it has always been my belief that she would use a pink dildo because that’s! her! brand! but in this fic veronica’s pegging logan (for his first time ever) while wearing a pink harness and using a pink dildo and i’ll allow it. also i want you all to picture that lisa from the simpsons dancing with the headphones on gif/meme here because that’s exactly what i’m doing.  

Heart. Beat.  Author: the_rocklobster Pairing: Veronica (Logan/Veronica, Veronica/Duncan) Rating: NC-17 Genre: Romance!!!, Logan Echolls is a Canonically Good Fuck  Setting: Season 2 Spoilers: 2.03, “Cheatty Cheatty Bang Bang” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 459 Status: Complete Summary: It all comes down to the boy who makes your heart beat faster, doesn't it? Notes: veronica masturbating to logan and saying duncan is bad in bed we. love. it. 

We Are Hanging Here Author: Sorcha Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Duncan Rating: NC-17 Genre: Romance, Friendship Setting: Season 1 AU Spoilers: 1.21, “A Trip to the Dentist”  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3925 Status: Complete Summary: A Trip To The Dentist ends with a trip to the doctor... Notes: Logan and Veronica are so, so sweet in this!!  Also, the opening scene extends their pool house make out into.....you know, deeper pleasantries and I am making all the grabby hand gestures because it is hot folks and quippy and it’s what we fucking deserved!!! (Just. Don’t. think about the fact that it’s all on aaron’s creepy camera like i just did while revising this note. god). The Logan/Duncan friendship in this is also quite good -- I am a sucker for bedside emotions, blame the Nathan & Lucas scene in the first season of one tree hill -- and Logan saying Duncan’s gonna kick his ass and that Duncan’s not petty like he is made me LAUGH. 

[tessatechaitea]

Team Titans #24

Zero Hour is here, business itches!

Ending sentences with "bitches" has always been a super fun way to emphasize a sentence and pretend that you're about to cap a motherfucker in the ass. But since I'm trying to stop using the word "bitches" and my friends all keep yelling at me that my replacement word, "retards," is way worse, I needed to come up with a word that rhymes with bitches. I'm not sure "business itches" works perfectly but it almost sounds like I'm jazzing up bitches in a white person trying to be more urban kind of way. And I don't mean "black" when I say "urban," although I wouldn't argue with somebody who says I did just that. I don't have time to go to law school at one of the top fourteen elite colleges just to learn how to argue that lies are truth and truth are lies! But I do have time to say, "We'll just have to agree to disagree!" What about "Zero Hour is here, Quidditchers!"? No? You know who the most tiresome people in the world are? People who constantly declare that we can't say anything anymore. You can say whatever you want! But you're expressing something inherent in yourself when you go to bat for specific things you want to keep saying. I don't know what the things people can't say anymore are because they never tell you specifically the things they want to keep saying that they can't. Which seems telling, doesn't it? It's as if they want their argument to seem reasonable by including a bunch of things that they can't comprehend people being angry at them for saying. Maybe things like "kittens" or "can of beer" or "onstage masturbation cage." But they never say anything that makes me think, "Whoa. You shouldn't say that," when they say that people can't say anything anymore. Give me some examples! But you know you won't get any examples because then they'll have to defend wanting to say some things that might make people ask, "What kind of person wants to keep saying that?!" Some dumb people might feel the gears in their brain beginning to spring to life, leading them to respond, "But didn't you just say you're not going to say 'bitches' and that your friends yell at you for saying 'retards'?! See? You can't say anything anymore!" To those people, I'd just like to point out that A. I just said both of those words so you're wrong and B. I've made the personal choice not to use certain language in casual ways. My use of the word "retards" in the previous context was carefully chosen for the joke. You'll notice I didn't call anybody that no matter how slow the gears in their brains took to spring to life. Plus, I have also used the word "dumb" at the beginning of this sentence which would get some people up in arms at me. But even if they messaged me and said, "You're an ableist motherfucker, you motherfucker!" (but with a word that probably isn't shaming people who fuck mothers. I actually don't know any curse words that somebody can't make problematic with a hot take!), remember that thing I said about law school? I don't have time to learn to argue these things! Maybe at some future date, I'll come around to their way of thinking and stop calling stupid morons dumb (and maybe morons too (and stupid? Is stupid bad?!)) but until then, I don't feel like I can't say it just because some people get mad at me for saying it. I'll take the verbal haranguing and just get on with my life. And if I feel that they've made a great point, maybe I'll apologize. I mean, I won't apologize or admit I did anything wrong! But maybe I'll surreptitiously change my behavior in the future! We can't all be fucking Tumblr saints like Wil Motherfucking Wheaton! Man, I really heard it that time. The term "motherfucker" is really problematic! The people with the slowest gears in their brains probably just finally spat out the term "virtue-signaler" after reading all of that. Interesting how a certain type of people who think they can't say anything anymore have come up with a specific term to shout at people saying things they'd rather those people didn't say. It's weird how they ignore how being angry that they can't say certain things sort of signals their anti-virtue? I mean, that might not be true but there's an easy way to prove me wrong: be specific with the things you can't say when you say you can't say anything. If you just want to call your dog fat in public, you might want to realize that, by not expressing that specific expression, people might think you want to spout the n-word willy-nilly. See how maybe you'd want to clarify that? Unless, I mean, is it possible you just want to go around saying the n-word? Normally, I'd actually type out the n-word in a conversation like this. But you can't say anything anymore! Without consequences, I mean! You know, I think I'd be fine with their argument if they just added "without consequences" to the end of it. It would be a hell of a lot more honest. "But it makes life so hard when you have to deal with repercussions!" For transparency's sake, I just did a search of the word "nigger" on my site and found it used in seventeen different reviews (eighteen counting this one now too, I suppose!) which seems like an awful lot (even considering I've got over four thousand reviews. That's less than half of a percent! I guess I have to admit to being 0.5% racist now. Hmm, that seems like a lot written out like that. I am the monster everybody has been telling me I am!). Most of the entries seem to be discussions on the conservative use of the word thug as a stand-in for the n-word or discussing the "euphemism treadmill." A few of them are discussing Quentin Tarantino. At least one was me parodying Xbox users. Obviously none of them were derogatory or meant to be hurtful. But a few may have been too casual and edgelord-y in the mentioning of the word. I'd say out of those seventeen uses, only one really made me cringe. It was less the usage of the word and more the anti-Tumblr rant I went on that day. I almost sounded like one of those assholes who blames their retreat into right-wing fascism on being called out by social justice warriors! I must have had a bad day where somebody complained that I called a woman a barn owl and I had and I knew that I shouldn't have and I was acting defensive. Sorry about that, Internet! I'll do better! I was going to link to some of those posts but then I thought, "Why should I?! If somebody is so obsessed with my use of a word, they should have to damn themselves by typing it into the search bar!" See? Sometimes using a word is a necessary evil! Now that I've completely ruined my reputation and confused people with my personal non-rhyming slang "barn owl," I should probably read Team Titans #24. According to the cover, it has dinosaurs!

The weirdest part of Zero Hour was the laugh track.

Proclaiming the story you just spent years writing was so terribly written that only idiots would enjoy it might not be the great meta-dialogue you thought it was. The editors at DC were like Australians importing foxes and cats to get rid of their imported rabbit problem. But instead of using invasive species to manage other invasive species, they decided using time travel and alternate timelines were the best way to cure the DC Universe of a time travel and alternate timeline problem. You would have thought destroying all of the alternate Earths would have taken care of the problems with alternate timelines. But you and the DC editors forgot that terrible writers would still use alternate futures of the same Earth to prop up their inability to write well. But also, since Crisis fucked up so many characters' points of origins (see my non-existent Infinity, Inc. reviews in an alternate timeline where I actually purchased those comics), Zero Hour was needed to just restate all the origins of all the characters. What better way to do that than to fuck with the main DC timeline?! What could go wrong (aside from losing all of the Hal Jordan fans)?! Monarch explains that to create a world where he controls everything, he had to send 600 Team Titans into specific points in the past to change things just the right way for events to bring him to power. It's a good thing that, naturally, events happened to bring him to a point where he could send 600 Team Titans into the past to change the future that made his future control of everything possible! Fucking time travel. Suck every dick! The issue begins like any other confusing, contrived, and convoluted Team Titans issue:

With a boy just recently resurrected getting trampled to death by mammoths.

The randomly resurrected people and feral mammoths probably weren't specifically part of Monarch's plan. But when you fuck with time, you're going to have to deal with some truly fucked up consequences. Herald and Bumblebee save the rest of the pioneer family from being killed. But afterward, the racist pioneer calls Herald a derogatory name and he's all, "Their remarks were offensive as hell!" And Bumblebee's response is, "You've become so political since you reached legal drinking age." What the fuck kind of response is that?! How is not wanting to be called a racial slur political?! And why the fuck would turning twenty-one make any difference?! Maybe it would make more sense if I knew anything about Herald and Bumblebee. I think they were important to the Titans in the early series which I never read. Meanwhile, dinosaurs are rampaging around Seattle's Capitol Hill district. And then Hero X, a Team Titan, gets eaten by a pterodactyl. I feel like it's supposed to be a funny moment but the laughs from the laugh track are missing and, I mean, a character just died. And that shouldn't be funny, even if the character was some jerk named Hero X. Unsure what might be happening, Bumblebee and Herald decide to take the Team Titans back to New Jersey to regroup with the other teams.

Ha ha! Automation! Artificial Intelligence hasn't gotten any better in the future if it's coming up with terrible super-hero names like that. Also, not everybody is there, Herald. Have you forgotten about poor Hero X already?!

Ugh. The same boring dinosaur fights around earthquakes with Titans saving people at the last second happens over and over and over again. Finally, Terra says, "I think we were being manipulated like pawns on a chessboard!" And, in the future, Monarch answers her! "Oh, if you only knew the extent of it, Terra! How my confusing and contrived and convoluted plan worked to a tea! Or is that a tee? Oh, fuck it! Who cares?! I am Captain Atom and I will...I mean, I am Hank Hall, also known as Haw, and I now rule the world! I think. How does time work again? Shouldn't my plan have already come to pass since I'm in the future? Why am I the future me that existed before I changed the past and still exist now that I've changed it? No, no! Don't think about it for too long! Just think about the name I'll use after Monarch. It has to be dignified and glorious and intimidating! So far I'm having a tough time picking between Bloodfestor and Extant!" Team Titans #24 Rating: F. What a terrible fucking end to a mostly terrible comic book. And I don't feel like I'm being mean or that my rating would hurt Jeff Jensen's feelings. He's the guy who called his own run on the Team Titans "confusing, contrived, and convoluted!"

[lvcindahs]

hi hi everyone!! i’m jane & i’m rly excited to meet y’all! i’m twenty-two as of mid-december eeeee, living in nzt ( currently gmt + 13 ) & i really like colourful make up lmao

lucinda talkalot is NEUTRAL in the war, even though her official job is as CAERPHILLY CATAPULTS’ KEEPER. the TWENTY YEAR OLD HALFBLOOD is known to beDRIVEN and ASTUTE but also SELF-INTERESTED and RETICENT. some might label her as THE STRATEGIST.

domestic abuse, child abuse tw //

hi friends!!! okay so lucinda has a full bio here ( which i would defs read if you want to know about her history and stuff ) but i’ll do some quick points about her here now anyway!!

born jan 4, 1959 — a year above the marauders

succeeded steve laughalot for slytherin captaincy in 1975 ( her sixth year ) and was captain for two years, the second of which slytherin won the quidditch cup ( sixth year probably went to gryffindor?? idk — edit: i just changed these dates to reflect the change i made to her age; it’s a year off from canon, bc jinx and i basically decided to fuck around w canon lmao )

steve was a nightmare and she thought he was terrible and incompetent and wrote to emma vanity, steve’s predecessor, to vent and occasionally consider staging a coup. emma showed lucinda what a captain should be far more than steve ever did

a slytherin prefect but honestly that was probably because she was competent and showed leadership skill in her quidditch life, and didn’t break rules ( mostly bc she felt no need to ), not because she was especially keen to be responsible for anybody else

scouted by several teams, she went to caerphilly catapults, initially as a reserve but now as starting keeper

she’s quite strategic and observant so keeper suited her well; not only was she a last line of defence, but it kept her removed from the chaos of the pitch and able to observe and analyse what was going on around her ( and sometimes calling out plays and advice to her players )

welsh-puerto rican; fluent in english, spanish, welsh and is pretty good at german ( and good at latin though it’s not something she’d say she… speaks… )

very patient when it comes to long-term planning and dedicated enough to see something through; absolutely not patient when it comes to people she thinks are wasting her time

genuinely liable to just not have people on her radar, like — she takes note of people she thinks are relevant, and she probably knows who more than that are, she just doesn’t care

[ domestic abuse tw, child abuse tw, implied infidelity tw ] her uncle ( possible father; her familial situation’s a fucking mess ) is an absolute dick and rich but he’s a squib and Did Not Take Well to magic, even when it’s accidental, and he was older, and larger, and angrier, and she never forgot the way anger could feel when it coursed through something so much larger on its way to making its impact on you. It wasn’t frequent, exactly, but it was varied, and took several forms, but even the threat of it could overwhelm once you knew it was a possibility

she hated fear, and that drove her anger

she learned composure and control from a young age — not young enough to be able to tamp down on accidental magic immediately, but young enough to have control a fair bit before hogwarts. she also learned to control her reactions

( it’s only happened once since she was a kid, when she was “in the way” of him punching a wall, but she’s never learned to swallow the taste of hate in her mouth. she thinks he regrets the last time — when she was a kid, she couldn’t fight back in any way. last time, she was a teenager, and she spewed vitriol at him and she thinks that made it real. she thinks that made him ashamed. she does not care for his shame. it does not change the fury affixed in her veins. ) [ end abuse tw ]

that’s part of why she loves quidditch so much ??? it’s something she’s good at and it was her ticket out of relying on her uncle like her parents did ( her dad was a wizard, which gave the two brothers a bit of a rivalry, but it meant he never worked for anything particularly ?? he lacked common sense and he knew how great his life was compared to his brother’s, but then his brother actually worked and was successful so when lucinda’s ostensible father showed back up in wales with a new wife, it wasn’t long until he had lost all his money and they had to move in with her uncle, who gave her father a job. meanwhile, lucinda’s mother has always been more attracted to drive, so… lucinda is very unsure which is her father, but she thinks they’re both terrible in different ways, so neither is a particularly good option ) [ end infidelity tw ]

and also, on a base level, the very first time she flew on a broom, it was the first time she felt a sense of power. no matter how much bigger or stronger you were, how much angrier or the size of your fists, you couldn’t catch her on the broom. no matter how old she gets, or if her limbs fail, quidditch will never be anything less than it is: graceful and beautiful and analytical, where you can feel the wind rushing through your hair as you move faster on a broom, so fast that nobody can catch you.

but yeah!! she’s not very patient with people and she will always look out for herself bc her whole childhood was learning that nobody else would do that for you and she hates dependence ( and also subjugation — she hates the idea of house elf ownership, because living creatures deserve agency ), but there is a small circle of people she is dedicated to, and she’d go to bat for them any day

she’s very blunt and doesn’t pull punches and honestly like ??? can absolutely be awful but she has a lot of reasons for the way she is and she doesn’t actively try to hurt people — she just simply doesn’t care enough to pull punches for most of them

she’s also neutral bc she’s a halfblood — if not, she’d probably support death eaters but, having been at a physical disadvantage her entire life against her main opponent, she’s never been one to settle for anything that puts her at an inherent disadvantage, let alone support something that does

she has no interest in fighting for the order, though, bc she doesn’t feel any need to stick herself out on the line for the fight, let alone total strangers. she fights for herself and her very small circle. there aren’t ideals, in her opinion, worth laying down her life for

anyway my girl’s a bit Much sometimes but !! if anyone wants to plot or thread w her plssss lmk <333 i’d especially love to talk to anyone who played quidditch at school when she did, especially those in her year or in the slytherin team, mostly bc i loooove quidditch dynamics + if anyone still plays quidditch or is a commentator, reporter or fan, i’d love to plot with you!! also people who were prefects with her… and i’d love to plat with everyone anyway haha bc all of these characters are great and i’m living for them tbh ( i am so unhelpful but i loooove them all ok )

[lucindatalk]

wow wow wow yesterday was way busier than i thought! anyhow, this is lucinda — i’ll chuck up a quick run down then get into replying to starters and sending ims and stuff bc eeeee i’m so excited !!

╰ °✧  ( MIND — WILLAMETTE STONE ) comes on as soon as ( LUCINDA TALKALOT ) comes into the room. she is ( 21 ) and was formally in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( NEUTRALS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( VICTORIA JUSTICE ) and would describe theirselves as ( DRIVEN ), but also ( SELF-INTERESTED ).

domestic abuse tw

okay so unlike dorcas, lucinda has a full bio here ( it’s... not short ) but i’ll do some quick points about her here now

born jan 4, 1960 — same year group as the marauders

succeeded emma vanity for slytherin captaincy in 1976 ( her sixth year ) and was captain for two years, the second of which slytherin won the quidditch cup ( sixth year went to gryffindor )

a slytherin prefect but honestly that was probably because she was competent and showed leadership skill in her quidditch life, and didn’t break rules ( mostly bc she felt no need to ), not because she was especially keen to be responsible for anybody else

scouted by several teams, she went to caerphilly catapults, initially as a reserve but now as a starting keeper

she’s quite strategic and observant so keeper suited her well; not only was she a last line of defence, but it kept her removed from the chaos of the pitch and able to observe and analyse what was going on around her ( and sometimes calling out plays and advice to her players )

welsh-puerto rican; fluent in english, spanish, welsh and is pretty good at german ( and good at latin though it’s not something she’d say she... speaks...)

very patient when it comes to long-term planning and dedicated enough to see something through; absolutely not patient when it comes to people she thinks are wasting her time

genuinely liable to just not have people on her radar, like — she takes note of people she thinks it’s relevant to, and she probably knows who more than that are, she just doesn’t care

her uncle ( possible father; her familial situation’s a fucking mess ) is an absolute dick and rich but he’s a squib and Did Not Take Well to magic, even when it’s accidental, and he was older, and larger, and angrier, and she never forgot the way anger could feel when it coursed through something so much larger on its way to making its impact on you. It wasn’t frequent, exactly, but it was varied, and took several forms, but even the threat of it could overwhelm once you knew it was a possibility

she hated fear, and that drove her anger

she learned composure and control from a young age — not young enough to be able to tamp down on accidental magic immediately, but young enough to have control a fair bit before hogwarts. she also learned to control her reactions

( it’s only happened once since she was a kid, when she was “in the way” of him punching a wall, but she’s never learned to swallow the taste of hate in her mouth. she thinks he regrets the last time — when she was a kid, she couldn’t fight back in any way. last time, she was a teenager, and she spewed vitriol at him and she thinks that made it real. she thinks that made him ashamed. she does not care for his shame. it does not change the fury affixed in her veins. )

that’s part of why she loves quidditch so much ??? it’s something she’s good at and it was her ticket out of relying on her uncle like her parents did ( her dad was a wizard, which gave the two brothers a bit of a rivalry, but it meant he never worked for anything particularly ?? he lacked common sense and he knew how great his life was compared to his brother’s, but then his brother actually worked and was successful so when lucinda’s ostensible father showed back up in wales with a new wife, it wasn’t long until he had lost all his money and they had to move in with her uncle, who gave her father a job. meanwhile, lucinda’s mother has always been more attracted to drive, so... lucinda is very unsure which is her father, but she thinks they’re both terrible in different ways, so neither is a particularly good option )

and also, on a base level, the very first time she flew on a broom, it was the first time she felt a sense of power. no matter how much bigger or stronger you were, how much angrier or the size of your fists, you couldn’t catch her on the broom. no matter how old she gets, or if her limbs fail, quidditch will never be anything less than it is: graceful and beautiful and analytical, where you can feel the wind rushing through your hair as you move faster on a broom, so fast that nobody can catch you.

but yeah!! she’s not very patient with people and she will always look out for herself bc her whole childhood was learning that nobody else would do that for you and she hates dependence ( and also subjugation — she hates the idea of house elf ownership, because living creatures deserve agency ), but there is a small circle of people she is dedicated to, and she’d go to bat for them any day

she’s very blunt and doesn’t pull punches and honestly like ??? can absolutely be awful but she has a lot of reasons for the way she is and she doesn’t actively try to hurt people — she just simply doesn’t care enough to pull punches for most of them

she’s also neutral bc she’s a halfblood — if not, she’d probably support death eaters but, having been at a physical disadvantage her entire life against her main opponent, she’s never been one to settle for anything that puts her at an inherent disadvantage, let alone support something that does

she has no interest in fighting for the order, though, bc she doesn’t feel any need to stick herself out on the line for the fight, let alone total strangers. she fights for herself and her very small circle. there aren’t ideals, in her opinion, worth laying down her life for

anyway my girl’s a bit Much sometimes but !! if anyone wants to plot or thread w her plssss lmk

 edit: dorcas’ can be found HERE

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Stream-of-consciousness preseries babblings

Hm. Never considered this, but did the first demons Lucifer created (e.g. Lilith, the Princes, not yet Cain and the Knights because I still consider Cain to have died/become a demon only after Lucifer was already locked up) tried to help him against Michael in the first battle? Like they’re always kinda framed as Heaven’s enemies so it was probably SUPER OBVIOUS to everyone else and I’m only just now jumping on the party train, but I never even considered it because A.) they were the equivalent of bouncing baby demons at that point, lil demon babies can’t fight! what’re they gonna do, shake their lil chubby demon baby fists at their uncles and aunts and Grandpa God? get outta here, Lucifer had just put them down for a nap in their brimstone cradles, B.) I always pictured it as kind of over the minute it started and that Lucifer wouldn’t have had time to call for backup, and C.) ickle lil demon babies would get WRECKED by archangels and probably not be around for the start of the series-

But it must have happened, right?

Like I always thought Lilith was either the only one Lucifer made himself before imprisonment, or one of the only ones, and that he’d just made and showed them to God & Heaven as a “so THERE” and Lucifer in S5 didn’t seem to want demons’s help against Michael (just like Michael seemingly didn’t from Raphael or the rest of the Host) since he showed up to the battle alone despite all of them fawning over him, so I didn’t really consider them as potential warriors fighting for him, but at the time of S5, all his big guns were essentially dead or otherwise no-showing him, so the remaining fodder was loyal but wouldn’t have been much help anyway. I mean, if in the beginning Lucifer made the Princes of Hell to be generals of his demon armies, he must’ve been gearing up for an out-and-out war. Maybe just on humanity, but...

Going back to the Actually Canonical Fourth Season (because I only consider things after Season 5... like very, very loosely canon, and even then only if it suits me, lol), it’d also explain why Alastair knew tricks against angels. His exact origins still haven’t really been explained (before, I would’ve said he’s one of the only demons Lucifer made himself, because white eyes = demons made directly by angels - but now we got the black-eyed Knights and the yellow-eyed Princes, haha fuuuuuuuuu), but a writer (Sera Gamble?) either implied or said outright that unlike most demons, Alastair had locked horns with angels before and knew how to fight them. Since angels were not officially on Earth for 2,000 years, any fighting he did against them would’ve had to be early on, probably during the First Big Throwdown (official name for the first round of Lucifer v Michael).

Speaking of Alastair, something I really freaking adore the thought of, because it’s just so twisted, is the thought of how demons might’ve learned to fight angels. Like, Enochian magic and all that jazz. Easiest and most logical answer is that Lucifer taught them. But there’s something just really ghoulishly satisfying to me of older demons training younger demons to fight angels by catching one and just incapacitating it to the point it can’t really do anything, and coaching them on how to efficiently deal with them. Like a mother cat using some poor lizard to show her kittens how to hunt, or something. Demons learn this way that angels don’t feel pain and you can’t interrogate them through torture. Dammit. Okay, but let’s see what spells do what to them. Maybe that’s why angels stopped coming to Earth, to keep from losing their soldiers to crafty demons experimenting to figure out the most horrible ways to deal with them. I especially like this idea because maybe that’s what Alastair was trying to do to Cass in the barn scene in “Heaven and Hell” - power down the angel to show his demon boys (past apprentices? aw man, Meg should’ve been part of his posse! too bad they didn’t think up that connection until two seasons after the fact...) the best ways to deal with an angel, turn him and Uriel into guinea pigs for the little ones to bat around while he tortures Anna.

Sooo, several scenarios:

A.) Heaven v Hell was a Big Thing that happened; the battle between Lucifer and Michael dragged out this time just as it later would again, and Lucifer turned a number of humans into demons to gather up troops and try to protect himself from getting punished. It is extremely likely no angels died at a demon’s hand, because the angels in S4 were shocked when they started dying off. If demons had been killing angels before, it wouldn’t have been a big mystery that got a whole whodunnit episode. I know that Dagon was depicted as being able to kill angels, but honestly I totally dislike that as a complete contradiction of the much-better S4 lore and consider that a power Lucifer gave her to protect his baby and not something the Princes inherently have. (You have no idea how much the Princes have WRECKED my demon lore headcanons. They are on thin friggin ice as far as being able to be included in my headcanon version of the show goes. THIN. ICE. *points warningly at Dagon* *loses finger*) So while the demon bigshots found ways to otherwise incapacitate angels, like exorcising them as Alastair knew to, they couldn’t actually kill them. Probably a number of demons got cut down and killed, leaving the old ones we see in present day as the last of that generation, but considering how beefy white-eyed demons and the Princes are, it’s possible normal angels couldn’t kill them either.

B.) A tactic that may have also been used in S5′s finale: the Host diverted demons away from Lucifer so that Michael could engage him one-on-one and demons couldn’t help Lucifer pull a fast one on Mike. The Host launches a strategic mass-attack on all demons, causing a huge disruption to kill or distract as many demons as possible. Raphael’s absence in the finale could be explained as him leading the second assault. In the First Big Throwdown, Gabriel might’ve helped here as well. Anyone unlucky enough to be found by Raph & Gabe get insta-poofed in like a flat second, but some are lucky enough to either fight back and maybe even win against a weaker angel, or just scatter and hide from the destruction. I like this theory because it not only explains Lucifer and Michael’s solo battle when logically they’d have backup, it also reminds me of what the Men of Letters thought about the Knights of Hell in “As Time Goes By” - that they’d all been wiped out as part of a mass-extermination by the archangels, and that Abaddon was one that’d secretly escaped and survived - and maybe rumors of this event trickled down through the years to become the distorted legend the Men of Letters heard of. After the Host receives word that Michael has successfully sealed Lucifer away, they withdraw and demons arrive too late to help Lucifer. Grr. They mad. Dick angels.

C.) Ickle Demon Babies is canon and all of them were down for a nap with their little claw-thumbs snug in their little fanged mouths, little knit caps on their sweet little horned heads, blowing little jet-flame snot bubbles with their gentle, sweet baby snores, as Dad got beat down into a hole. Michael takes one look, grimaces at his ugly new nephews and nieces, and gets the okay from God to just tip all the cradles into another hole.

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Skull Island' Review: King Kong Kicks Butt In This Gorgeous Pulp Adventure | Forbes

Kong: Skull Island opens in North America on March 10, 2017 courtesy of (among others) Legendary and distributor Warner Bros./Time Warner Inc. The film, budgeted at around $185 million, is both the start of a would-be franchise and something of a backdoor pilot for what the Dream Factory hopes will be a cinematic universe involving the likes of King Kong, Godzilla and other famous beasties. We’re getting Godzilla: King of the Monsters (a sequel to the 2014 Godzilla) in 2019 and Kong vs. Godzilla in 2020. So as you can see, there is more at stake than a single movie.

That’s the inherent risk of this whole expanded universe game. Under normal circumstances, Kong would merely be responsible for making enough money and audience approval to justify its expenses further installments. But since it’s the backbone of an expanded universe, a responsibility that Godzilla did not share, it has the extra burden of justifying and creating excitement for what comes next. Once again, Mr. Kong, we ask too much of you.

The good news is that, should this film do well and get decent reviews, it will go that much further in dispelling the conventional wisdom that Warner Bros. is a house of horrors due to the ups and downs of DC Comics movies. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them earned $811 million worldwide and mostly positive reviews while The LEGO Batman Movie scored raves and solid box office. If the Skull Island is a well-received hit and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword avoids utter embarrassment, there is frankly only so much grief we can give the studio no matter how good or bad Wonder Woman and Justice League turn out to be.

The Review:

Kong: Skull Island is high-quality pulp fiction. The picture is a briskly paced and character-driven adventure that just happens to be a big-budget monster mash and part of a would-be cinematic universe. The film has a game cast amid stunning visuals and gorgeous cinematic sights. It may not be the eighth wonder of the world, but this King Kong revamp is often quite beautiful.

While the film is technically a prequel to the Gareth Edwards’ Godzilla, it stands entirely on its own in terms of content and visual style. The 2014 monster mash was a grim and foreboding affair, shrouded in darkness and mystery while offering the barest hint of humanity amid its jaw-dropping visuals. Skull Island goes almost the opposite route, plunging us immediately into the world of its quirky human characters and wasting little time giving us what we came to see and delivering most of its thrills in broad daylight.

Regarding cinematic foreplay, this is less Jaws and more The Host. While both styles have their merits, Dan Gilroy, Max Borenstein and John Gatins’ witty screenplay keeps us entertained and intrigued during the exposition and earns our investment in those who will soon fight for their lives. While I wouldn’t argue that this is a course correction, as Godzilla (which I didn't care for beyond the visuals) certainly had its merits and its fans, it is encouraging that the second film in this continuity can be so different regarding tone, focus and style. This is a possible signal that Legendary and Warner Bros.’ monster universe might well be filmmaker-driven.

While Godzilla was called “the first post-human blockbuster,” Kong: Skull Island is as much about watching the likes of John Goodman, Tom Hiddleston, Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson chew scenery as it is about King Kong and the various monsters of Skull Island. But fear not sports fans, you get a whole heaping of monster mash action throughout the 118 minutes. If you’ve managed to go this far without knowing too much, especially if you’ve avoided the most recent trailer (note: do not watch the final spoiler-filled trailer), I’ll try to be as vague as I can.

Set in 1973 as the Vietnam War winds to a close, the film follows a group of motley outsiders, including a discredited scientists (Goodman), a professional soldier (Hiddleston), a cynical war photographer (Larson), a geologist (Corey Hawkins), a biologist (Jing Tian) and the head of the chopper unit tasked with flying these folks into uncharted peril (Jackson). Goodman and friends are heading to Skull Island to conduct a land survey. Things almost immediately go to hell.

Shot by Larry Fong, the guy who almost had me giving Batman v Superman a positive review, this is an utterly beautiful motion picture. The naturalistic visuals, imbued with a particular hot orange vividness, gives the film an absolute authenticity of time and place and at least the appearance of realism even when we are clearly watching special effects. I saw this in glorious 2D, but I imagine it’s worth the IMAX 3D upgrade as the broad daylight action will probably survive any 3D glasses-related dimness.

And the title creature is a marvel, standing 100 feet tall and exuding animalistic menace no matter which side he’s fighting on at any given moment. His major introductory beat is a superb action sequence, even if it’s structured more for action-adventure thrills than horror or intensity. The film manages to humanize its main monster without being overly patronizing. This Kong is a protector of Skull Island. But if you get into his turf, he will bat you out of the sky without thinking twice.

Even after the monstrous stakes are established, there is still a relative focus on the humans attempting to survive and make it to a planned pick-up spot. Along the way, they stumble onto World War II soldier who has been living on the island for 30 years. Said MIA (John C. Reilly) provides comic relief, a surprising poignancy and plenty of exposition. Reilly quickly becomes Skull Island’s MVP.

Most of the survivors are focused on not dying, while Jackson allows his grief over first act casualties to turn him into a Captain Ahab figure. It’s an expected turn, but one which allows the survivors to have a conflict more potent than merely running away from scary monsters. The rest of his soldiers are slice-of-life characters, drawn just vividly enough so that you’ll briefly mourn when one of them cashes out.

Hiddleston is in full brooding rogue mode, even if he gets one moment of almost comical heroism. Goodman is superb, as always, although Booker and Tian fall back a bit once Reilly’s starts scene-stealing. Larson is fine, even if she is somewhat hobbled by being the only major female character. There are refreshingly few “beauty and the beast” interactions between the great ape and the empathetic photojournalist, which is a good thing since we're getting an actual Beauty and the Beast a week after this movie, but she doesn’t get much else to play in the film’s latter half.

The picture loses some of its character focus in the second act as certain characters split off from other characters, which leaves some of the more interesting folks out of sight and out of mind for a while. But the finale comes together in an exciting and satisfying fashion, delivering a climax that pays off the film’s Apocalypse Now and Moby Dick themes while providing the required monster mash action. And while there is less of a sense of awe to be found than Peter Jackson’s more overtly romantic take on this story, there are any number of gorgeous moments of vivid cinematic beauty and iconic imagery.

Kong: Skull Island is an action spectacular that offers large-scale monster mayhem, moments of cinematic poetry (like the grand moments of Kong standing tall amid the sun-drenched carnage) and memorable character work by a cast of overqualified thespians giving it their all. Skull Island is the very definition of a complete package. While the movie exists due to its IP and hopes for a larger cinematic universe, it justifies itself as high-quality popcorn entertainment and works as a piece of pop art unto itself.

While I admit will admit that the overall effect is less wondrous than the Naomi Watts/Adrien Brody/Jack Black fantasy, that’s also because movies like King Kong are a lot more commonplace than they were in 2005. Whether you prefer Peter Jackson’s epic romantic adventure or Jordan Vogt-Roberts’ lean and mean war story, they exist side by side along with the 1976 remake as artistically valid interpretations of the 1933 classic. Kong: Skull Island is a confident, pulpy, character-focused, big-scale adventure story that just happens to be a backdoor pilot for an expanded universe. That’s how it’s supposed to work.

P.S. Yes, there is a post-credits sequence, but it is terrible. It feels like it was shot during a lunch break and is not required viewing to understand Godzilla: King of the Monsters or the untitled Kong versus Godzilla movies. If you have to leave when the film ends, don’t feel too badly about it.