#actual reasons instead of “drama”

[xilamoc]

In an alternate time, S3 still has Emma on the show and Cleo still gets the same character arc of maturing and becoming more responsible, something that Emma initially approves of (while Rikki sarcasticly makes jokes out of the fact that Cleo is no longer her "Sloth buddy" and is now a "Study bee" like Emma of course), however, over time as Cleo's grades improve and it becomes easier for her to grasp concepts, Emma starts feeling Jealous and threathened by Cleo, and starts studying obsessively in order to ensure she is number one, her jeaulosy reaches a breaking point when Cleo gets better grades than her at a SCIENCE- related subject (subject that cleo historically was always bad at) at which point she does active recall (flashcards) obsessively thinking that way she will be able to "win" Cleo, whilst Cleo has developed better study methods by using more than one in order to learn better (i'm aware this doesn't happen in S3 and Cleo is still sloppy at study methods but we need Emma to be interesting ok?), Emma's jeaulosy makes her eventually despise Cleo as she views her as everything she wants to be and is not, causing her (and not Rikki) to keep the Water tentacle encounter in S3E16 a secret.

Emma's (and Cleo's) arc reaches full circle in S3E26, as Cleo receives her dux in science, Emma is visibly upset but tries to hide her discomfort as the trials and tribulations of S3 made her realize she can't always be number 1.

(Rikki can be the person that shows Emma how to be comfortable not being numer 1 i guess, she was always the more laid-back person of the bunch)

TL; DR:

Emma:

Want: To be perfect, number 1 at everything in life using the same study methods that have historically worked for her.

Need: To understand that she won't always be number 1 in life, and that she needs to step out of her comfort zone if she wants to be better in life.

#h2o just add water #h2o season 3 #emma gilbert #cleo sertori #i just need emma to not be a boring character with predictable arcs and decisions #letting her make a mistake this big would be REFRESHING and can you imagine the beef that would follow between her and Rikki? #E17 and E18 of S3 are (structuraly speaking) some of the best of the series #i bet they would be ICONIC had the decision made by Rikki of hiding the tentacle encounter from Cleo and Bella been fuelled by idk #actual reasons instead of “drama” #the first time i watched the episodes i thought Rikki was brainwashed by the water tentacle of smthing #returing to emma #her jealousy at cleo makes her want to beef with her while Rikki protects Cleo causing a *gasp* ROLE REVERSAL #Zane takes Will's place and is the one that makes Emma come to her senses #he could call back to their time as kids while we're at it #Ash could even take S3 Zane's place and reveal the asshole he really is #not only would that make more sense but it would make Emma even more interesting and fuel her insecurities even more #S3 had POTENTIAL i tell you #i still love season 3 but my god it needed more time in the oven #recycling hashtags

[no-truce-with-the-heroes]

i can't believe there's still people out there who genuinely think Ochako would "kill Toga on sight" at this point

like, okay, there's the anime-only people who aren't aware of manga developments or are actively avoiding spoilers, and of course there's all the people who clearly stopped giving a shit ages ago (yet somehow still feel completely secure making blanket declarations about a franchise they no longer keep up with???)

but even then, and even if you're not a shipper or just don't like the characters-- how can anyone have ever believed that makes any sense ever? like we're not even talking self-defense apparently? just "on sight"? who do you think Ochako is, the Punisher in pink?

like i don't think i'm especially media literate myself, but-- how is it possible for people to be this bad at reading where a narrative is going?

because of course that's exactly what the Togachako plotline was leading up to, clearly the ultimate endpoint of developing Toga Himiko as a sympathetic villain important to Ochako's heroic actualization was a teenager unquestioningly enacting the extrajudicial murder of another teenager

that's exactly what MHA is all about, right? that's the sort of person Ochako is, the kind of hero that she wants to be? that's definitely good storytelling and not at all inane or grotesque? ugh

#don't want to cause/deal with any drama and it'd be doubly not worth it on a post that wasn't even about togachako #i just need to vent somewhere or i'll stew on it for ages #an offhanded comment in tags is so not worth this amount of anger and yet ohhhh i am mad #honestly this is probably less about that post and more about all the similar shit i saw on That Hellsite when the 391+ spoilers dropped #bakugou stans i have so much respect for you all i would be dead within a day if i had to deal with this BS as often as you do #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #not really any actual spoilers but ig the vague allusions are still worth tagging for the previously-mentioned anime people #rest of the post sounded like shit opinions too but i didn't really get the whole context and not interested in looking further #this shit has already lived in my head rent-free long enough #no but seriously as a togachako OTP shipper there are in fact a lot of rational reasons for why the ship shouldn't work #canon is currently laughing maniacally in the face of your rationality but at least those reasons do make sense #why would you choose this goddamn Ochako slander as your reasoning instead

[tumblezwei]

I'll say that for as much as I don't care to ~debate~ about the Cloud/Tifa/Aerith love triangle, I think some people tend to act like the love triangle existing at all is like, some sort of mistake and not a core component of the narrative.

#idk I just saw a tweet that was like #''I love remake but I hate how it feeds into ship drama by creating situations where you have to choose between Aerith and Tifa'' #like I dunno man maybe they did that on purpose #maybe they weren't thinking about ''ship drama'' at all and were instead thinking about the actual drama of the story #bc yeah I dislike a lot of love triangles in fiction too #but some of them have reasons to exist and are good #whether or not that makes the fandom unbearable should not be the writers concern imo #rambling

[kindaeccentric]

Why do I feel like a lot of criticism of OFMD here is widely exaggerated and it became trendy to hate on it? What happened to death of cringe?

#many people are like 'oh it's so bad' but it really isn't? what did you guys actually want? #I'm almost 30 i watched/read THOUSANDS of narratives and it's pretty reasonable writing for comedy trading about deeply un-comedic subjects #the characters are consistent the plot is going forward on a course that is quite expected (not a bad thing) #things get resolved quickly because why not it's comedy dealing about uncomedic things it can afford comedic timing instead of drama timing #it's warping reality the way horror warps reality even though the goal is different the genres are more similar than you'd think #nobody cares about the unrealistic aspects of let's say Malignant so why nitpick things here #anyway you'd think what you want but i just can't agree #ofmd #our flag means death

[vegaseatsass]

So one of my favorite underrated elements of Gap was just how much damn fun the group of friends is. Raucous mean girls who turn their bullying to good when they become the lesbian village it takes to raise a Sam. I never finished Secret Crush On You but the friends groups in that were also the stars of what I saw of the show. So I'm really really really happy Idolfactory is continuing this trend in The Sign! The groupchat cannot shut UP about Yai. Laura called him revolutionary: the first straight man hag. We cannot get enough.

#the biggest revelations for me so far were 1. this is not (as the teaser i watched a year ago led me to believe) actually a cop action drama #it is a past lives mythology monsterboy drama with some cop action on the side #if i had known that i would have started so much sooner!! but alas i was off tumblr #so instead i just got to be surprised and enthralled! and full of monstergirl monsam daydreams #2. you can write a super buff straight man i find unpleasant to look at and instantly turn him into my favorite character #just by making him (LITERALLY) applaud his gay friends' sex lives #khem tells the story of his first time with thongthai and the crowd goes wild! the crowd is yai #his slow-beaming delight any time queer homies in his vicinity get together #his supreme overinvestment in shipping tharn with phaya past all sense and reason #it is a delight i was thoroughly unprepared for #waiting to find out he was from like the cupid species in his past life #anyway i can't actually look at anythingggg anyone else is saying until we're caught up #but i'm really enjoying myself! ty tumblr!!! #the sign #idolfactory #dear diary

[redysetdare]

I think a lot of stories would be a whole lot better if their main plot wasn't constantly having to compete with a romantic subplot.

#text #do you understand what i am saying #do you understand how a romancee plot can derail the main story and somehow changes an action adventure story into a light romance story #do you understand how the romance plot overshadows the main story as it makes the fans more worried about the shipping to be engaged #rather than allowing us to be engaged with the actual story itself #do you understand how much romance can drag down an interesting story #because for some reason people think stories without romance are boring #but really the romantic story lines are the most boring becuz they pull the audiences attention away from the action #and instead forces us to focus on a bunch of petty and insignificant will they wont they romance drama #and yeah the world is going to end but we need to get these two characters to kiss before they do anything about it #yeah we're on a time limit but lets focus on the love triangle instead of the actual interesting parts #ayways #romance mention

[noahtally-famous]

that moment when you’ve so many rewrite/canon divergence au ideas for various td seasons bc each season in that damn show had its cons as well as pros, and it’ll be fun to pick out the characterizations and the ‘what ifs’

#except for roti for some reason i cant think of a rewrite idea for that one rn #maybe bc i havent reached it in my rewatching spree #but no i've got my dashawan au pi rewrite that follows what happened if dave and shawn had kissed instead of the skave near kiss in ep4 #(im so excited for that one ngl bc we get dashawn plus the sky and dave brotp which is exactly how i prefer sky and dave) #plus dave characterization other than being a simp smh (the man deserves at least that) #i can ramble abt this one for ages ill prob make a separate post for it hmmm #anyway moving on #tdi potential rewrite (or tda) involving duntrent and gwourtney after a gwent and duncney breakup (no love triangle!!) #all stars rewrite with noah (and several others) joining the cast plus potential alenoah?? #(it'll be interesting to picture how noah and alejandro interact after noah's wt elimination lmao) #speaking of #currently rewatching wt and thinking of an alenoah au rewrite if heather actually did get eliminated in ep8 and ep13 was a fake elimination #or smth #idk yet i just got the idea ahaha #so yeah. a potential rewrite idea for each one except rr and roti #though im only working on pi's au rewrite rn #and i like the wt alenoah au but slipper slopes has given me high standards for wt aus lmaooo but i def wanna at least plan it out #i can ramble abt all these stg but i shall not for the sake of y'alls sanity lmao (or what's left of it fhjdkfh /j) #total drama #tdi #tda #tdas #tdroti #tdwt #tdpi #noahtally-famous #kit speaks #kit stuff #if i see hate abt anything in here i will not hesitate to smack a bitch (virtually) btw so dont even #(i've seen how nasty this fandom can get and lemme tell you it took a lot in me to decide to post this)

[thefirstknife]

Thoughts on the Divinity nerf? It's not as bad as I feared, but I don't like the fact that they used the "trivializes aiming" wording.

Pretty much the same. We knew the nerf was coming, Bungie talked about looking into Divinity long before Salta made a mess on twitter so it was always going to happen. I personally don't think lovering debuff to half (from 30% to 15%) was necessary, but Bungie ran the numbers and settled on that. We won't know the true effect of this until it ships next season so I won't go into speculation on how it will work. Divinity will still very much be useful.

But yeah, the way it was phrased is really grating on me. It was almost word for word what Salta said. Like, it's an obvious reference. That part of Salta's twitter thread was the core issue for me; he framed the conversation around "aim" and "content is too easy" which obviously pissed people off. Had he omitted those arguments, people probably would've mostly been fine with his ideas. But the framing around those arguments turned it very ugly. At best, it's just mocking lower skilled players, at worst it's inciting ableism and gatekeeping.

So seeing that as an argument in the TWAB was ... not good for me. I'm fine with everything else, it went more or less as expected.

I have an idea that Hippy (the community manager that wrote the TWAB) copied Salta's tweet to make a point to the audience on twitter that's been harassing devs again over "not listening to their players" and "only listening to casuals." By copying a tweet from a pro hardcore player, she was able to prove both of those points wrong. The dev harassment got really bad with Eager Edge nerf so.

Or she just copied it without thinking too much of it and Bungie agrees with Salta's overall reasoning. No clue. I definitely would've preferred if they didn't encourage the pervasive idea in gaming that aim is the only thing that matters and that players who have issues with that for whatever reason are lesser, inferior and don't deserve to play games. That sort of thinking always ends up in ableism. I wish Bungie didn't encourage that gatekeepy and exclusionary language.

It's already making a lot of people on twitter posting really ableist comments and gloating and mocking players who are upset or disappointed. But I would also implore people not to imply that Bungie is lying about when they started looking into this (they did NOT nerf Div because of twitter) or that devs don't know what they're doing and we all know better as armchair devs. I've seen people being shitty to devs because of this in the same way people were shitty over Eager Edge.

#destiny 2 #divinity drama #ask #i would've also preferred if they went with 20% instead of 15% #but i'm not a dev so i have no clue what tests and numbers bungie ran #they said they tested it and settled on 15. i have no reason to not believe them #if it turns out they overestimated it and the numbers end up different when it actually releases they can just look at it again #we won't truly know how it plays until it ships

[bergamotmandarin]

ive been really into skyrim lately but i am just fuckin it up so bad lmaooo just tonight i joined the dawnguard, got a 9000 bounty in riften that im apparently not allowed to pay, and now because of that the dawnguard attack me on sight. net zero good done by the dragonborn

#bergamot personal #and i found that spider cave that instantly makes nebarra leave! that was fun #he wouldnt talk to me for a hot minute after too aksjakdj drama queen #now to wait for the bounty hunter lmao #literally i know no other way to do this like most of my gold isnt even stolen?? ive been earning that shit like cmon #well i knew the dawnguard wouldnt last long 😂 #im even thane of riften?? that option doesn't even present itself #like it's either pay the fine. which i can't. or go to jail. which they murder me in #i can't win! guess ill avoid riften 😂 all for killing a vampire too #damn dawnguard #and im the dumbass who kept quicksaving instead of actually saving so i can't go back to a reasonable point #oh well. makes it more fun this way #also when i got to shors stone to pay my bounty all the guards were already dead?? not sure what that's about but not my problem ajshsk

[bombshellsandbluebells]

the Nate Shelley s3 arc reminds me of the s5 Murphy arc in terms of how much I actually loved it despite it not being widely liked by the fandom and was actually disappointed because it wasn't ugly enough lol

and it's basically the same arc. character with deep-seated wounds and a lack of true self-love has realistic, damaging coping methods and crashes and burns spectacularly by hurting other people around them and isolating themselves because it doesn't matter how good things get for you, deep-seated wounds that don't get addressed will eventually come out one way or another. and it will be ugly when they do.

the Murphy arc was disappointing because it got wrapped up way too easily with Memori getting back together which didn't actually address ANY of Murphy's issues and Nate's was disappointing because it just didn't commit fully to being ugly and didn't let him be enough of an asshole

#with murphy it's like. do the writers even reallly REALIZE what they had written on a character level and how much it made sense and added #to murphy's character or did they just develop a reason for Memori to break up for drama and then didn't care to actually go through the #work of character growth and just got them together at the end of the season no issues #and with nate it's like. yes I DO think the majority of audiences and the fandom would have absolutely villianized nate if he had been even #meaner in s3 and probably wouldn't have celebrated him getting back with the team. I just KNOW people would have been talking about how he #didn't deserve it or hadn't made up for it enough if he had been worse in s3 #which is so unfair when a) this show tries to show how hurt can make people ugly and b) other characters get the benefit of the doubt wa #more than nate. (jamie's a little different bc it's easier to accept asshole > redeemed arcs a little more than likeable > downfall to #asshole > redeemed again bc we see the transition to being an asshole #BUT also. still. jamie did some nasty stuff that people just forget or completely forgive. and he ends up fandom favorite #and it's not that nate needed to become the fan fave or anything #I just wish people would give characters who are realistically ugly and human and complicated more grace #especially when they're not the conventionally attractive fan fave pretty boy you know #or like with murphy it's like all his actual harsh edges got sanded down by fandom. same as with Jamie #so even when he had an arc where he was acting terribly in a self destructive unhealthy kind of way that hurt others #people made it ALL about his hurt uwu other people hurt him!! it was Emori's fault!! he did nothing wrong bc he has trauma!! instead of lik #accepting that hurt people hurt people is more than a simple phrase it is true and human and UGLY when it happens #anyways #why do i always ramble more in the tags and write like a full epilogue in here

[braceletofteeth]

After Inwoo escapes prison (because of course he does), Dongsik helps the authorities track him down, making it his number one priority and losing sleep over the investigation.

No one tells him that, but he knows, he knows Inwoo is his responsibility, and if anyone can find the infamous predator, it's got to be him.

More than anything, Dongsik needs Inwoo back in his cell, with his location known at all times. Only that can put his mind at rest.

For this, he's willing to go as far as offering himself as bait. At first, watched by the police, but, when it's clear it won't bring the desired result, he ditches security, going around by himself. Any place where he can be alone, with no one to witness a hunter's ambush to an apparently easy prey.

And then he waits.

And waits.

Lies down wide awake at night, waiting, and startles awake at random hours, still waiting, but Inwoo never once comes for him.

Sometimes Dongsik looks around, wondering if he's being observed from somewhere. Looks around, then looks around again. Wonders if he'd feel something different if Inwoo was close. If his senses would give him a hint. If he'd be able to feel Inwoo's presence under his skin, prickling through his veins and bones.

Instead, he only feels a void, a little larger each day, eating him by bits from the inside out, and wonders, too, if he'd know, if he'd be able to tell, had Inwoo ceased to exist.

—

(When the first of his new victims is identified as Inwoo's work, Dongsik excuses himself, leaving the operation's room and putting as much distance as he can between him and the detectives. He avoids Bokyung's eyes on the way out, walking past the worried hand extended to hold his arm as if a pitying touch now could set his whole body on fire.

The dam breaks as soon as he locks himself inside his car, safe from everyone's inquiring looks. He bends over the wheel and lets the tears fall, struggling to catch a breath. Painfully self-aware, he sees, clear as crystal, the ocean he feels himself drowning in. It's made of liquid shame, and at the bottom of it, there it is—another abstruse feeling, concealed in the dark.

Relief.)

#psychopath diary #bold of me to post this when I don't even know what it is #an anon asked me for a fluffy headcanon but all the ideas I come up with for PD are angsty 😐😐 (I'm sorry) #btw I've been thinking and #this one could become a crossover with SFH #because as a fugitive Inwoo is poor and doesn't have a place to stay (I guess??) #Eden is the cheapest goshiwon in Seoul and the people there don't mind if your face is all over the news for murder #for them it'd be like housing a celebrity :) #ALSO. The reason why Inwoo didn't go after Dongsik first thing after escaping was not because he got over him #(he can't) #but since that backfired tremendously the last time #this time he's playing the long game #letting Dongsik chase him instead #(Dongsik will figure that out... eventually.) #not sure if this has a real plot behind it or I just like the drama of it all actually #but in any case here it is

[etruski]

Remind me not to go searching one the internet again bc every day i am reminded how people just don‘t get jonathan byers like i do 😔

#jonathan byers #the way he was so important to the plot in the first season and then they started reducing his screen time more and more #and lets be real so much of the show feels like fanservice now.... #the whole byers family was disrespected #both jonathan and joyce got reduced to being the love interest...i hate it here #and they kinda destroyed other characters with the constant annoying relationship dramas #like they could have actually showed robins character in s4 but instead they made her encourage a straight ship to cheat the whole time #like give me the robin who is interested in languages and not a nervous wreck for comedic reasons #liked her in s3 bc heyy cool lesbian character but i was pretty annoyed with her in s4 #they cant keep doing this to my fav characters...

[meovelous]

Malear's va is really bringing the 'waiter at olive garden coming up to take an order only to get dragged into a family argument of 1000 yrs worth of self esteem and resentment to be a neutral 3rd party/therapist' energy

#'the somniel fell but didn’t know the bracelet loose. must be frustrating' was so fucking flat #he is so funny #fell xenologue spoilers #the storys kinda flat tbh #makes sense since its pretty short and they decided to focus the plot on 2 new chara instead of our evil friends #but the weird obsession on cramming a twist towards the end makes it so much more convoluted for no reason #like they're all dead twist was pretty good and evil nil was pretty obvi but the crammed in nil is actually rafal who took real nils place #and the mind control thing was just uneeded #like does the whole nil rafal rlly matter? especially if all the writers wanted was to have an inferiority complex plotline #real nil and nel are twins but rafal whos another non twin brother who just rlly looks like nil who had his own twin #like tell me that's not unnecessarily complicated #the mind manipulation is also not needed since again #the inferiority complex would've done the conflict on its own #nel also doesn’t need to know everything #like her knowing the everyone's corrupted twist is understandable but her knowing it was rafal all along just lessens the drama #and you cannot convince me mr 'i cant be expected to know the names of all my kids' sombron knew about the rafal switch #nel knowing mightve been unnecessary but understandable #but SOMBRON knowing?? #sorry for the long ass essay in the tags but i have a lot of thoughts #it wasn't rlly bad but i def liked the main story better esp when the best parts were about our evil friends giving hints on what their #world was like in a only a few lines in the chap they appeared in and special battle dialogue #honestly if the xenologue was gonna be that length it prob would've been better to have the new char as supporting ones #and not be the main plot #or just cut down on the twists have the nil/rafal or the mind manipulation not both #fire emblem engage spoilers #fire emblem engage art #my art #fe alear #fe nil #fe rafal

[deosilplanarglitches]

Reason #345734 why I don't tell my mom shit.

Her pain and suffering is the only kind she cares about, and she'll play stupid games with me like ghost me for 3+ weeks after a minor surgery, just to make sure I'm worried enough about her life to check, so she "has permission" to start in with the talking my ear off about her problems without boundaries or preamble. She won't know shit about my issues til after they're over (if she hears about them at all) bc she never asks a damn thing about my life, and literally only ever leaves room for herself and her feelings in any equation literally ever and then peaces tf out like. Bitch I'm permanently disabled and in a degenerative spiral that's gonna last my whole fkn life, and you're still bitching about yourself? Wanting me to cater to your emotions when you haven't even spared a CRUMB of consideration in return?

FUck all the way off.

Should have known that if she had died or sth bad happened, I'd have heard something right away. After 30+ yrs of her pulling the "yeah my kid tried to kill themself for the 7th time, but have you asked ME how hard it is to raise them doing the nothing I have been, bc I still don't know them as a person at all or even try to? Where's the compassion?!" shit... you'd think I would know better, but my compassion gets me fucked over YET AGAIN.

If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty. If she's being flighty, she's being petty.

Back to no contact.

Let the bitch suffocate if she can't self soothe.

#idk how many chances she's gonna get in this life and she's still playing stupid games with my fkn emotions and banking stupid ass prizes #frfrfr every “nice” thing she does is usually laced with something she knows damn well I hate so she can use my reactions against me bc #she just wants to have a nice peaceful time throwing me a bday party i didnt want with cake i don't like and getting butthurt when i don't #lie to her face and spare her feelings and literally replace my own boundaries with hers instead #wonder where I got the minimization of my own problems from hhhhhhh bitingbitingbiting #this shit is why it took over a decade to even get the autoimmune diagnoses i needed to understand why i was infirmed half my fkn life but #noooo she's gotta make everything about her #i never get a “hi how are you” just months of no contact followed by all her drama in a full discography without even checking to make sure #i'm in a space to be carrying all that shit #which as a chronically ill and fatigued person it's just courteous to ask before you dump shit on them if you know they're gonna be tired? #it costs zero dollars to check on someone before you dump every article of your dirty laundry on them and throw a pity party without consen #i can also be guilty of venting too but ffs at least i check in on my vent friends if i go too hard and try and keep shit stirring to a min #nvm the last time i told her anything it was to say i got those diagnoses and actually have medical reasons for my permanent exhaustion #and she turned it into a fkn competition!!!!!!!!!! #this bitch only cares about herself it literally doesn't matter if she's well or sick it's all about her and what she wants out of it #never once did i get anything to the degree of 'what would you like to happen/where are your boundaries here' bc she doesn't fkn care #so i am done giving her the grace she doesn't need and hasn't yet earned back bc i'm not putting her needs before mine again fuck that #fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck this shit i'm out~ #vent rant #pls ignore

[begaycommittreason]

a non-comprehensive list of reasons why bruce has tried banning halloween in the manor

1. dick was overly trusting of clowns as a child. he still holds the family record for most kidnappings in a single night

2. jason tried wearing his robin uniform as a costume. every. year.

3. jason then graduated to dressing up as his corpse and haunting (traumatizing) his brothers

4. cass always manages to scare him. no clark he does not shriek.

5. tim, duke, and steph got ‘spooky scary skeletons’ stuck in his head and martian manhunter started laughing at him in a JL meeting because of it

6. damian was followed and subsequently kidnapped by what they assumed was a group of very tall trick or treaters, but were actually just the league

7. that time of year is when jerry the turkey gets a little self aware (re: defensive). there have been incidents.

8. he walked downstairs only to be greeted with every member of his family dressed like green lantern. even alfred.

9. young justice decided to throw a giant party and to get in you had to wear the shittiest batman costume possible for their contest

10. jason won said contest. he didn’t even stay for the party, he just wanted the excuse

11. gotham rogues are drama kids and are therefore sluts for good thematic irony, so half of them do special edition attacks on halloween

12. the kids all do a candy swap at the end of the night, they invite kate and not him

13. tim has an allergy to peppermint and never seems to be aware of this, so he has to keep multiple epi pens on standby

14. he’s expected to wear slutty costumes and that’s just not worth his playboy cover

15. alfred only confiscates the candy he gets

16. he was just really hungover one year

17. damian has made them all watch coraline so. many. times. he doesn’t even get nightmares anymore

18. tim goes on a sugar high and has to be put on tech lockdown or he might frame lex luthor for murder and extort 90% of gotham’s elite

19. when dick and jason were younger they left open pumpkins outside his door and he would accidentally step in them every morning

20. damian tried to convince them to bob for apples with lazarus water

21. tim fell asleep while bobbing for apples (in normal water) and almost drowned

22. dick and steph drew a glittery skeleton over the batsuit

23. when he complains they all call him the grinch. it’s not even christmas.

24. pumpkin carving always leads to them flinging the innards at eachother and making a mess even alfred refuses to clean

25. the validity of candy corn argument comes to blows. every. single. year.

26. duke lead a revolt one year against the tyranny of bruce’s “no slanderous costumes” policy (he wanted to be slutty batman)

27. the kids throw a rager in the cave and somehow never get caught. it’s the only time they’re all willing to clean and it pisses bruce off that he can’t prove it.

28. bruce got sick and clark walked around the watchtower in a batman costume pretending to be him for two days

29. steph and dick glued the lorax mustache to him while he was sleeping because he refused to pick a costume. it didn’t come off for a week, and lois posted an article speculating he was secretly a natural ginger.

30. all the kids stayed in once and watched ‘it’s the great pumpkin charlie brown’ instead of partying and he’s been trying to get them to do it again ever since

#in honor of halloweekend #pls this list got way out of hand #batfamily #batfam #dc #hc

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | boyfriend's dad!cillian murphy x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | for some reason, your first instinct after the breakup was to talk to his parents; maybe because you'd come sort of uniquely close to them, for a relatively short relationship. you might not have gone to their house if you'd known you'd find mr. murphy there alone...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ ONLY!! unprotected sex, creampie, oral m and f receiving), age gap (reader's age unspecified, cillian is 45+), hurt/comfort (but, you know, sexual comfort), infidelity, slight manipulation/coercion since the reader is very vulnerable at the time, somewhat inexperienced reader, degradation and praise, a little bit of breathplay, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia?, reader is slightly implied to be an immigrant/foreigner

note: yes I use his real name but this is just fiction and not meant to have anything to do with the real cillian murphy or his life/family so please keep that in mind!

He had a smile on his face as he opened the door and greeted you, but it fell instantly when he saw you biting down on your quivering lip, looking down to hide how red and watery your eyes were.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, voice heavy with concern as he reached out and rubbed your shoulder. "Oh, god— come in, come in— what's going on?"

He ushered you into the house, shutting the door behind you and wrapping his arm around you as you sniffled. "I-I'm sorry—" you began instantly.  “I thought— I don’t know why I even came here…”

But, actually, you sort of did.  You’d been wanting to talk to Cillian’s wife, hoping for some motherly advice, until he answered the door and you abruptly remembered she was in England on business for a week or something.  And you couldn’t exactly show up on somebody’s doorstep crying and say ‘oh, sorry, I thought your wife would be home— I’ll come back in a few days’.

You weren’t disappointed by running into him instead, really, you just felt a little weirder about it.  The two of you had never actually been alone before.

"Don't apologise," he soothed, "it's okay, just tell me what's happened. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you sighed, trying to compose yourself a bit as he guided you to sit on the couch with him. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... um, well, it's sort of stupid—"

"I'm sure it's not," he offered with a small laugh, "if it's got you this worked up."

"We, um... I think we broke up?"

"What?" he breathed, knitting his eyebrows together— he cared more than you expected... but it sort of made sense, Mr. Murphy had always made you feel welcome here. Mrs. Murphy too, maybe ina different way. Yes, it's bizarre to respond to being dumped by going to visit the guy's parents, you needed a sort of... mature, familial presence right now while you were so far from your own.

You took him through the whole drama as efficiently as possible, trying to regulate your crying so he could actually attempt to make out what you were saying. He listened thoughtfully, perhaps with too much attention compared to what you expected— after all, this was stupid college drama and he was so much more mature than all that. Still, you appreciated a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

"And, uh, that's how he ended it," you finished with a sigh, sniffling as you recalled the heartbreaking conversation. "He basically told me that he's too young to be stuck with one person, and he needs to 'explore his options'..."

"Then he's an idiot," Cillian groaned, "and I hate to say that about my own son— but he's a fuckin' idiot."

"Well," you mumbled, "I don't know— I thought maybe he had a point. I mean, we're pretty young..."

"But look at you, honey," he offered pityingly, "you can't tell me this is what you wanted."

"No, but—"

"And yes, you're young," he added, "but not too young— not if it's real."

You bit your lip to stop it from shaking any more, and he cooed at you gently as he reached up to rub your shoulder.  

“Poor girl,” he breathed.  “Honestly, I always… well, maybe I shouldn’t say it now…”

You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled nervously as he glanced away.

“Well… I guess I always thought that you could do better,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but, you know, I didn’t want to say anything, of course.  He was lucky to have you, and I just hoped he would treat you right, but…”

“I thought I was the lucky one,” you replied with a thin smile and another little sniffle.  “He could be really sweet, you know— he used to be.  And I always thought he was, uh, sort of… you know, out of my league.”

“Oh, honey, no,” Cillian frowned, moving his hand up to your face and holding your cheek, wiping a small tear away with his thumb.  “You’re gorgeous.”

You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to think— or how to think— with him looking at you like that.  “I… I don’t know, you’re sweet, but—”

“No, really,” he assured, and only when you met his gaze did you realise how close he was.  You wouldn’t call it too close, only because it didn’t bother you like you knew it should.  “You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing actually came out… there was nothing to say.  He was coming closer, you knew it, and you wanted to reach up to stop him just as much as you wanted to shut your eyes and give into it.  You ended up sort of splitting the difference: you rested your hands on his shoulders, but didn’t push him away, and gasped slightly just before he kissed you.  Even a second of resistance could’ve given you some plausible deniability, but no, you fluttered your eyes shut and kissed him back; it didn’t help that you could feel how warm and strong he was through the t-shirt, holding on tighter to his shoulders with a hum.

His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you into him— and you were like putty, embarrassingly enough. With him kissing you like that, you really couldn’t do anything but let him pull you around wherever he wanted.  His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue teased you so carefully, and he even sighed against your skin in the sweetest way… you were totally helpless already.  

Sure, some part of you knew how fucking bizarre this was— that you were kissing Mr. Murphy, your boyfriend’s dad— well… ex-boyfriend’s.  You weren’t blind, you noticed how attractive he was when you met him, but you’d managed to successfully ignore it since then.  It made sense, after all, since the first thing you’d noticed about your boyfriend was his good looks… but Mr. Murphy was handsome in a totally different way.  Strong and broad— not especially massive or anything, still a lean guy— with thin streaks of grey in his hair, a patient sort of smile, subtle wrinkles around his eyes that added a sense of wisdom to his expression… really, he was a bit more of your type.  But that was something you had forced yourself not to acknowledge— until now.

You sat up slightly, holding onto his neck, breathing in sharply through your nose as you kissed him back a little harder.  You could feel him smiling— god, even just that made you feel so desperate— and he even moaned ever-so-quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed against your lips, breaking away just enough to make you open your eyes— his lashes seemed especially long as he looked down at your legs curled up on the couch (and his hands petting them slowly.  “You haven’t been treated properly for a long time, have you?”

You whined in the back of your throat involuntarily as you nodded— how could he see right through you like that?  It wasn��t like it was bad with your ex, it was just… not good.  Not enough.  You wanted to feel wanted, not used— not a means to an end.

“Will you let me?” he asked softly, breathing beside your ear on his way in to kiss your neck.  You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, head falling back to give him as much of you as he wanted.  His tongue was fucking fiendish, the way he used it to tickle along your pulse, the sharpness of his teeth making you jolt only for him to soothe you with his plush lips.

“Yes,” you panted, “fuck— I, god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…”

He laughed a little.  “I can,” he admitted.  “All I could fucking think about since I met you…”

That surprised you— you’d never noticed anything that would’ve made you think he thought of you that way… but knowing that he, apparently, had made a shiver run up your spine.

He certainly hid it well, playing the part of the slightly-embarrassing dad and polite husband so well that you never would’ve known… oh god, his wife.  You didn’t want to think of her now, yet the unavoidable memory stirred arousal alongside guilt in your gut.  You had no idea you were this sort of person— but you weren’t really operating logically right now, anyway.

He held your face again as he pulled back, petting your cheek— it made you feel especially juvenile when he did that, holding your chin to examine you.  This wasn’t really the ideal state for you to be looked at, in your opinion, with you having been crying all evening.  But he looked amazed by you, even if it was just for a moment before he looked down at your body and smirked.

“Take this off,” he instructed, tugging at your shirt slightly.  You thought it would’ve been a little more romantic if he helped you out of it, but it was alternatively a bit sexier that he was just going to sit back and watch you strip for him.  It must have been his way of demonstrating his power over you, that you were just going to take it off and toss it aside without question.  Which, of course, you did.

He smiled proudly at the sight, and before you could even get your bra off, he started to carefully tease you through it— fingers running around the edge, moving the straps off your shoulders, tickling up your sides as you shifted nervously on the couch.  

“Look’t that,” he whispered proudly, and you took a second to realise that he was referring to your nipples getting hard enough to poke visibly through the fabric; you felt self-conscious all of a sudden, even if he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.  “So needy, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you admitted, whining when he reached inside the cups and ran his fingers over your breasts— they usually weren’t so sensitive.  “Fuck,” you breathed, shutting your eyes as a way to try to escape his gaze.  “I… I need you.”

“Fuck, baby, don’t talk like that,” he groaned, “m’gonna try to take my time with you— how am I supposed to do that if you say such lovely things?”

His lips were on your neck again— and he was leaning you back, laying you down under him, tugging your shorts down with a bit more urgency than he’d had before.

When you were basically naked— or at least, your bra and panties pushed out of the way enough that he could see what he needed to— he purred at the sight, grinning as you hastily undressed yourself the rest of the way.  

"Of course he couldn't appreciate this," Cillian sighed, baring his teeth just a bit. "Of course he couldn't appreciate a perfect fucking body like this— a perfect little pussy like this..."

You were about to open your mouth to say something, though you hadn't even decided yet what it would be, but only a low moan came out when he held your legs open and dove between them, humming as he lapped at your clit. You couldn't imagine why you were so sensitive, but your whole body was shaking already just from the gentlest motions of his tongue...

"Fuck," he said, muffled against your skin, before he pulled back enough to bite playfully on your thigh. "Fuck, darling, you taste delicious. Christ. You're too perfect..."

He devoured you again, exploring all over you with his tongue as your thighs kept instinctively clamping down on his head. He kept looking up at you through it all, even when you couldn't stand to meet his gaze and had to arch your back from the pleasure. "Fuck!" you yelped, grabbing tightly onto his hair. "Fuck, Mr. Murphy, I— oh, god..."

"He never made you come like this, did he?" Cillian realised with a groan, nearly growling when you shook your head. "Has anyone?"

"N-no," you shakily admitted, and he moaned around you as he suckled harder on your clit for a moment until you whined loudly.

"Oh, poor thing," he cooed, "how could anyone taste this sweet cunt of yours, and not want to spend hours between your legs?"

He didn’t need to spend hours, though— the taboo nature of the situation seemed to turn your body into overdrive, making you so sensitive and desperate… or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, but it was hard to say.

The point is, all too soon, you were shivering under him, back arching up off the couch, holding on tightly to his hair.  He hummed approvingly, even moaning against you as he slid his tongue inside; he must have been able to feel you pulsing, moving closer and closer to the edge, because he shut his eyes tight and seemed to focus harder and pushing you further until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck, fuck!” you sobbed, thighs shaking around his head; there really was no exploration to it, no teasing, he just went right in and expertly played you like he’d done this a thousand times.  Maybe he had… but, obviously, he’d never done it to you.  Were you that easy to solve?

Obviously, that question suddenly became the last thing on your mind as your orgasm wracked through you.  He growled encouragingly, still keeping his pace, but you could barely hear it past the ringing in your ears— and your own cries of his name, of course.

He only broke away when your squirms turned into real avoidance: you could only take so much, especially with him suckling on your clit like that.

You were almost nervous to open your eyes again— and you were right, he looked so gorgeous between your legs, obviously smug with having just made you come, it was nearly criminal.

“Is it really that easy to make you come, honey?” he laughed, petting your legs sweetly as he pulled back, looking up at you with a proud grin.  “That’s so fucking cute, baby…”

As he sat up again, wiping the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, you got this weird, clingy feeling— wanting to chase him even just as he barely moved away.  

But he’d sat up for a reason, and you started to realise it when you sat up, too, and noticed the thick bulge in his jeans.

"Why don't you show me what you can do, sweetheart?" he encouraged with a smile, opening his belt for you. "I'm sure you've learned a thing or two..."

Though you still felt terribly nervous about it, you leaned forward towards his lap. Would it be awful to admit your mouth watered when he freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, holding it out for you as a little bead of precum formed at the tip?

"Show me, baby," he whispered again, "and look up at me."

You nervously blinked up at him, meeting his gaze from his lap, as you wrapped your lips around his swollen head. He bit his lip right away and reached up to hold onto your hair, groaning as you swirled your tongue.

"Fuck," he smirked, "you're sort of a tease, aren't you?"

You weren't trying to be, really, but it didn't sound like he minded too much...

"Oh, fuck," he moaned deeply, making you pulse inside as he tilted his head back. "Fuck, baby, that's good— your mouth is so fucking warm..."

He gasped and panted as he held your head, guiding it to bob just a little faster than you had been moving. "Sweetheart," he choked, "you're so fucking good... fuck!"

The praise made your chest fill with warmth, even if there was still some part of your brain that was recovered enough from the orgasm to remember how horrible this all was.  It was horrible, but perfect— and feeling his cock throb against your tongue was perfect, too.

You’d never been told you were so good at this before, but he kept moaning and petting your head encouragingly, whispering the most wonderful and filthy things.  “Just like that, honey,” he cooed, “mm— pretty thing… knew that mouth of yours would feel so fuckin’ good… just keep sucking my cock, sweetheart.”

That you did— harder and faster, stroking what your mouth couldn’t fit, moaning softly around him.  As you tried to take it deeper, desperate to please him, you gagged on his thick head.

“God, it’s so cute when you choke on it, baby,” he chuckled.  “Do it again.”

This time it was almost too much, but he held your head down and groaned deeply.  It would’ve bothered you more— not being able to breathe— if he didn’t sound so sexy right then…

Thankfully, he pulled you off just in time, making you yelp as he held you by your hair— only to kiss you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.  Moaning, you melted into his arms, and let him guide you to straddle his lap.  Feeling his jeans against your thighs and his shirt against your chest made your heart skip.

He took another long look at you when he broke away, a new darkness in his bright eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” he laughed softly, running his hands over your nude form and raising a brow as he watched goosebumps break out over your skin.  “God, I need to be inside you…”

You bit down on your lip but it didn’t do much to suppress your whimper; lifting yourself up a bit, you grasped his cock and slid it through your folds, guiding him to your entrance.  

You both gasped when he slipped inside, even when it was the slightest penetration— his whole head wasn’t in yet, and you just knew it would stretch you more than you were used to.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned loudly, tilting his head back, “you’re so wet, sweetheart…”

Lowering yourself, you took in a shaky breath, whining slightly as he opened you up one inch at a time... and each one seemed somehow thicker than the last. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into the skin at your hips and ass the lower that you sank onto him.

You could barely believe that you took it all; that you relaxed into his lap fully even when you feared being split in half by how thick he was.  “Oh my god,” you blurted out, operating on instinct as you started to move— grinding back and forth, desperate for friction despite having been satisfied by his incredible mouth just a few minutes ago.

"Fuck, there you go," he encouraged with a growl, looking down at your hips rocking in his lap. "Ride me, just like that— fuck, ride my cock, little fuckin' whore..."

You whimpered at the insult, holding tighter onto his shoulders, but it only made you move faster. "S-so... so deep, Mr. Murphy," you whimpered.

"Yeah? You can take it," he promised darkly, holding tighter onto your waist as he dropped his head back with a low groan. "God, you're tight— fuck."

You gasped as he bucked his hips up, creating more pressure against your over-sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, struggling to cope with all the sensations he was giving you.

Both of you settled on the right pace, and he switched between resting his head back against the couch (giving you a nice view of his gorgeous neck, how could just a neck be so sexy?!) and looking down to watch you go.  “So fuckin’ cute,” he praised— though you were sort of surprised to hear him describe you that way at a time like this.  “So needy, honey… you want more, don’t you?  You wanna go even faster.”

Now that he said it: yeah, you did.  You bounced up and down, your moans coming out all shaky and uneven because of the movement, and he grinned proudly.

His hands wandered up from your waist to your chest, groping you eagerly as you gasped out his name in response.  “Love these tits of yours,” he informed you, sounding oddly sweet for how dirty of a compliment it was.  “Took everything in me not to stare at them when you’d come over for dinner… see what you do to me, sweetheart?  Haven’t felt this desperate since I was your age.”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, reminding you of how much older he was at a time like this.  He purred when he felt you clench on him, obviously affected by the comment.

“Should’ve known you’d give in right away,” he went on, softening his voice to nearly a whisper as he watched you move with heavy eyes; you angled your hips back and moaned louder, his cock rubbing against just the right spot every time now.  “Hungry little thing like you— now I wish I hadn’t waited so long.  We could’ve been doing this the whole time… I could’ve shown you how much better it can be, when somebody really takes care of you.”

Whimpering, you felt another heady pang inside you— if he kept talking like that, you wouldn’t be able to keep your head on straight… then again, the fact that you were here proved that you were less stable than you thought.

“Faster, sweetheart,” he ordered again suddenly.  “I wanna see how desperate you can get.”

You furrowed your brows together, almost pouting, but did exactly what he wanted— you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you sounded, riding him recklessly, chasing another peak even when it took all of your strength in those shaking legs.

He grabbed you by the jaw and guided you into another desperate kiss— all teeth and tongue and low moans.  “Good fucking girl,” he snarled.  “Good little slut.”

“Fuck,” you panted, moving faster.  “Fuck, I’m close—”

“I know, honey,” he cooed, nodding as he moved his hand down to your neck.  “Show me how bad you need it, sweetheart.  Let me see it, I wanna see you come for me.”

Tossing your head back, you cried out his name again— why did you always do that when you came?— and felt it overtake you.  It was even heavier than the last one, even more numbing and draining, and you didn’t even notice how hard you were digging your nails into his shoulders.

When your body failed and you came to a shaky stop, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath: he grabbed you tight, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, and began to buck his hips up into you quickly.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, holding onto him tightly just to have something to keep you grounded.

“Fuck, m’gonna come inside you,” he warned with a growl.  “Gonna fill you, baby, you’ll be so fuckin’ full of my come—”

You sobbed and buried your face in his neck, starting to cry again for a completely different reason than before.

“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, speaking roughly right against your ear.

“F-fuck, I want it,” you gasped, “I want you to come— fuck— come inside me—”

He choked out a few more swears, he held you tight enough that you started to imagine what his bruises would look like on you tomorrow, and with a low groan of your name, it all suddenly slowed to a stop.  You moaned weakly when you felt his cock flexing against your walls, even more heat pooling inside you.  With what little energy you had left, you softly kissed his neck— until he seemed to come back to reality and pushed you back enough to be face-to-face with you again.  

You realised suddenly that you were still sort of crying from the intensity of it all, and got nervous with him staring at you like that.  “I’m sorry,” you sniffled as you wiped your face.

“Don’t apologise,” he told you again, moving your hands away so he could look at you himself.  “Besides, you look even cuter when you cry.”

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