#it being ignored and erased because its so much more interesting to have her butt heads with people

[pinkchangelingdemon]

Who am I?: Part 3

I stayed as Frank for only 48 hours.

His life was dedicated to running. He worked as a running instructor and had a strict schedule, diet,... Everything in his life was planned.

I thought of ignoring his schedule but it would have altered his life.

You may ask: "then why didn't you turn the teachers straight again?" Because: 1) I'm gay so how I insert thoughts I don't have? 2) One of them said kissing the other was the biggest rush in his life. How do I change that?

Back to Frank.

The days as him were boring, none of his clients was "interesting". Instead, the nights were something. With a body like his, no one resisted me. The second night, I even brought not one but two guys to Frank's bed, and thanks to Frank's endurance it wasn't a challenge.

After two days following his schedule, I decided it was time to leave Frank. I had my fun but it wasn't worth it.

...

-Dude! Rob!

Rob turned to look at me. He was looking at his tablet outside of school.

-Hey Frank! What are you doing her...

I hugged him, and I easily entered Rob again.

I corresponded the hug and felt my dick against Frank's. I couldn't help but rub it a little.

I missed being Robert Walker, the PE teacher.

- See you at the gym, dude - I said with Rob's voice while separating myself from Frank.

-Ye...yeah, sure. -Then he left still recovering from the possession.

...

I unlocked the camera of Rob's tablet and smiled at my reflection.

"How much my face has changed... from being a 18 nerd to one of my crushes from high school" then I tried to remember my face, the one I was born with, and I couldn't. Weird.

I logged in the teachers grading web to see my photo. It hit me again, "what was my name?" Why I couldn't remember that?

It's like I had the memories of my life like attending to class, people bullying me... But I couldn't remember myself in them.

Then I felt a hand touching my waist.

- Good morning Mr Walker! - Mr White, the math teacher, said winking at me. Then he saw my face-Babe, are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!

- Mr W... Andrew... is there... a student missing? - I asked.

- What are you talking about Rob? Of course not- Mr White answered a bit worried.

I tried to calm myself. After two weeks possessing people, I didn't plan to go back to normal. But something was definitely wrong.

I exhaled.

-Rob? Earth calling Robert Walker? - Mr White tried to cheer me up making a silly face.

I couldn't help but laugh.

- Don't worry Andrew, I think the coffee didn't make its effect today... - I joked.

Andrew hugged me. Then, one of his hand grabbed Rob's butt and he whispered.

-Same hour, my place?

...

Before heading to the school gym, I walked to the principal's office. I wasn't a problematic student so I had to use Rob's memories to get there.

I knocked at the door. No answer. I opened it and walked in, and started looking for my student file. It had to be there somewhere.

I was lucky, I found the cabinet with my class files. All my classmates files were there, not mine. Two ideas popped in my mind, maybe I was one of them, but couldn't remember who. The other idea of being erased from existence sickened me more.

I was so shocked that I didn't hear the door opening.

-Mr Walker! I demand to know what are you doing in my office right now! - ordered the principal.

#male possession #male body possession #male body swap #straight to gay #teacher possession

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Joey makes a grave mistake (Haunted Prompt)

“Now kid, don’t yous eva let me catch ya anywhere near dat church ova dere, it’s a lotta things, but it sure ain’t no house of God no more...”

“Okay! Bye Mr. Polk!”

“An’ be back before sundown! yer folks worry a lot about yous!”

“Will do!”

Ignoring Henry’s neighbor’s warnings, Joey Drew threw his sketchbook, a handful of pencils, an eraser, a flashlight, and his father’s book of the occult into his bag, took his best friend’s hand in his own and immediately skipped off to the old church. (As soon as he was sure that they were out of ol’ Polk’s sight, that is.)

“Isn’t this exciting Henry?! A haunted church, just a half-mile away from here! Think about it; somewhere in the churchyard of this old backwater town is an honest-to-god monster! With large sharp teeth and huge claws! You gotta be at least a little bit curious...”

“But didn’t Mr. Polk warn us not to go there?”

“Pssshh. Mr. Polk’s just a superstitious weirdo.”

“It’s not just him, All the adults say it’s a bad idea to go over there! My dad says he hears hell hounds braying at the moon some nights...”

“Then all the adults here wouldn’t know what fun is if it bit them in the butt!”

“I still think we should go do something else.”

The boy gave his friend a devilish smirk.

“Why? are you chicken?”

“I’m not a chicken!”

“Yes you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“Henry’s a chiiick-eeen!” Joey teased “Bawk Bawk Bawk!”

“Joey!” Henry grabbed his friend’s shoulders, forcing him to look at him. “I think that the place isn’t haunted, but it’s probably falling apart and full of dust, mold, spiders and bats. The adults just don’t want us to get hurt or sick!”

“...What kind of bats do you think are in there?”

“Joey, that’s not the point. The point is we can’t go into that church!”

“And we’re not! we’re just gonna check out the graveyard near the church. Even if we don’t go into the haunted church that we’ll probably never see again in our lifetimes-”

“I live here. If I wanted to go there, I’d see it any time I wanted. Why do you want to see the old graveyard, anyway?”

“Because maybe we can find cool bugs to gross out Nathan with somewhere in there.”

Henry tapped his foot and raised an eyebrow at his friend, obviously not believing him.

“Okay, maybe just a little peek won’t hurt?”

“Joey...” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot louder. “If you so much as peek your head in there, I WILL tell your mom where we went.”

“Fine... we won’t go to church.” The boy huffed and pouted, he hated it when Henry played the ‘I’ll tell your mom’ card. “But let’s compromise: we stay in the graveyard until the sun goes down, then I’ll take you back home and I’ll go back to the motel.”

“Thank you.”

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Surprisingly true to Joey’s word, when the boys arrived at their destination, They stayed in the graveyard. Although, that could’ve been because Henry would’ve told Joey’s mom otherwise. Joey Sylvester Drew didn’t fear the unknown horrors of the earthly realm, the wrath of God or even the hottest Hellfire the Devil himself could light up, but he feared his mother’s wooden spoon like no tomorrow.

The two explored the graveyard, wrote down names they thought were either funny or interesting, looked for bugs (but didn’t have any luck, not only were there no bugs to be found, but the spider Joey wanted to catch skittered away too quickly), and when it got a bit late, ate sandwiches (which Henry packed) on the bench under the rotting oak tree and they sketched the eerie landscape, as well as adding skeletons and ghosts coming out of their graves to dance and sing.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live in a haunted house?”

“Hmm.” Henry paused to take a bite of his fifth sandwich before answering “I don’t think I would be comfortable staying in a place I know that people died in. Especially if they died horribly.”

“Well I’d think it would be cool.” Joey drew a top hat on one of the skeletons. “If I was a ghost, would you let me haunt your house?”

“If you were a ghost and you tried to haunt my house I’d call an exorcist. Why don’t you haunt your own house?”

“Henry!” Joey playfully shoved his friend while laughing. “You’re so mean!”

An hour later, the sky turned to a deep orange, signaling it was time to go home. The boys packed up their things and Joey flicked on his flashlight and led the way back.

However, the thing about autumn is that the sun leaves a lot sooner than it does during the summer, which was practically yesterday for Joey. Soon the stars and silvery sheen of the full moon shone through the pitch black night, the darkness making the shorter boy’s flashlight all the more important.

“Ma’s gonna kill me.” Joey groaned. “I didn’t think the sunset would be so short!”

“Should we tell her we got lost? Maybe she’ll go easier on us then?”

“Don’t do that! She might never let us see each other again if-”

The boys froze in place as they heard leaves rustling behind them.

“Joey?”

“Y-yeah..?”

“Do you hear that too?”

“Mm hmm” Joey gulped. “D-do you think Mr. Polk followed us to make make sure we stayed out of the church?”

“I hope so, but I think he’d call out for us if he did...”

Henry flinched as the rustling grew louder and Joey shined his flashlight towards the source of the noise.

Both boys’ hearts pounded in their ears as they saw the giant snarling wolf.

They screamed and fled but the wolf was far faster than the two boys, catching up on them in mere seconds, but Joey was faster than Henry.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!”

Henry screamed out in fear and pain as the wolf pounced on him and sank his teeth deeply into his back.

Fueled by adrenaline and the fear of losing his best friend in the world to some monster, Joey grabbed a large branch and threw it at the creature. As it recoiled, the frightened boy grabbed Henry and pulled him away from the beast, running as fast as he could.

Joey was too scared of the beast behind him to notice that Henry seemed to be getting lighter, he also didn’t notice the fur quickly growing on his best friend’s back, or that his teeth were falling out to make room for fangs. But Henry did notice the fur growing on his arms that his fingernails had fallen out to make room for sharp wolf’s claws.

“Joey... You gotta leave me behind!”

“NO!” Joey clutched Henry tighter, tears were streaming down his face. “I’M NOT LETTING THAT MONSTER TAKE YOU!”

“JOEY! PLEASE!” Henry begged, showing his developing paws to Joey. “I DON’T WANNA HURT YOU!”

“YOU WONT!” Joey screamed out of desperation “I KNOW YOU WONT!”

If Joey was going to be too stubborn to save himself, then Henry would save him. The new werewolf wrenched himself out of the still human boy’s grip with ease and fled into the woods.

But Joey followed him, he followed him and-

SNAP

Joey found his leg stuck between the teeth of a bear trap.

Henry could smell the fresh blood coming out of Joey’s leg, and he could hear Joey cry and struggle to pry the bear trap open, and hear him flinch in pain as he failed. While he still feared what would happen to Joey when he became a full wolf, he also feared that the other wolf would eat him alive while he was stuck in that trap.

Before his humanity faded away completely, Henry ran back to his friend and broke the trap in half, freeing his very, very, very stupid friend.

His voice left him, making him unable to argue with Joey any longer (Unless you counted growling, barking, and howling as arguing.) He pawed and whined at his friend in a desperate plea to get him to leave him, looking much more like a wolf pup in a kid’s clothing than a human being.

While surprised but undeterred by this, Joey scooped up the squirming puppy form of his friend and clutched him to his chest as he limped towards the nearest house with its porch lights on.

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*Knock* *knock* *knock*

Joey could hear inaudible grumbling and heavy footsteps from inside the house.

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

The front door swing wide open, revealing Henry’s neighbor in his pajamas.

“Don’t yous know what time it is?! You’ll wake the whole town up with all dat rack-”

Norman’s anger quickly turned into shock and concern as he saw the bloody child shaking like a leaf in the wind, the boy had tears and snot still running down his face and was holding a live wolf pup who was still wearing his neighbor’s son’s torn-up sweater.

“Jesus Christ, kid...”

“M-Mr. Polk...” Joey sniffled “...What do I do..?”

Norman let the pair into his home and dressed the boys’ wounds up in bandages that Joey imagined army people carried with them. As he calmed down a little bit and tried his best to explain the situation, Henry’s neighbor didn’t yell or scream at him even once during the ordeal. (Although in his mind, he deserved to be screamed at.) Even after he admitted that he and Henry went to the graveyard by the church that he had just told them not to go to. He just listened patiently and said that he’d do what he could to help.

The rest of the night was a wild blur to Joey, so he assumed that Mr. Polk just called their parents, gave them dinner (Joey fed Henry his food when Norman wasn’t looking as he was too queasy from the experience to eat.) and let them crash on his couch.

The rest of the month, no, the rest of that year was also a blur to Joey. He knew his mom screamed at him for being so stupid, he knew the doctor told him his leg would have to be amputated, and he knew that Henry was horrified about his newfound lycanthropy and even if he’d never admit it, probably resented Joey for condemning him to that.

So he did everything he could to make it up to him. The supernatural forces weren’t as whimsical to him as they used to be but now they were so much more important. There was no cure for lycanthropy, but that didn’t mean that Joey wouldn’t do everything he could to make sure that Henry was at the very least as comfortable as he could be with his condition.

Whether that meant “unknowingly” hiring supernatural beings so that Henry would be less out of place in the office, spending countless hours weaving special charms to make the transformation itself hurt less, hunting down a shape-shifting raven monster and dragging him kicking and screaming into human civilization in spite of the fact his supernatural nature still was not fully understood by Joey, (But he knew that wolves and corvids were often friends, so the bird beast would make an excellent companion for Henry during full moons.) or simply filling up a fridge with bacon. If he knew of it and it would help, then no force on earth would stop him from doing it.

But even decades later when he was growing old and he and his lifelong best friend ran a successful animation studio together. The night where the two of them visited the graveyard still haunted him to this day.

#hauntober #haunted #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #Henry Stein #norman polk #batim monster au #would you look at that #an au where Joey is a good person #fanfic

[mx-chrx]

This is Chapter 2 (but honestly you can just start here if you want). 

Chapter 1 is here.

Summary: Jason will not let this happen again. He can't. But what if he's already too late?

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Two weeks ago.

Up here, twelve stories into the air, the wind ripped across the rooftops mercilessly, yanking and pushing against everything in its path and willing them over the edge. Red Hood stood against it, unmoving. A few feet away, a man stared up at him, propped on his palms and drenched in sweat despite the chill in the air.

Hood squatted and pulled out a gun. “You see this? We’re gonna call this Option A. And that over there,” he said, pointing to the edge of the roof, “is gonna be Option B. Got it?”

The man didn’t respond. Hood continued anyway.

"The thing about Option B is that it’ll be quick. Gravity’ll do its thing and that’ll be the end of it. But Option A, on the other hand, well, that one’s really up to me. And I can be a little petty sometimes.”

“Y-you’re bluffing. You guys don’t kill people.”

“You guys?” Hood echoed.

“You’re part of B-Batman’s crew, right?”

Hood nearly laughed out loud. “You got it all wrong, pal. We do little team-ups now and then, but you’d be better off thinking of me more like a free agent. I have my own way of doing things.”

“No. I’ve seen what you all do. You don’t do stuff like this. I bet that’s not even a real–”

Hood fired the gun a few inches from one of the man’s splayed hands, sending up a small explosion of gravel. The man shrieked.

“Anything else?”

“Hood!” Nightwing demanded in his ear. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Working.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.”

“Then stop listening.” Hood redirected his attention to the man. “You have five seconds to tell me something interesting or the next shot’ll be a lot closer. Five.”

“I don’t know anything! I swear!”

“Four.”

“Please!” Snot and tears streamed down the man’s face, oozing onto the front of his stained wife beater. Hood’s face scrunched in disgust.

“Three.”

“Hood, stop!” Nightwing urged. He sounded like he was running. “Don’t do this!”

“Thought I told you to stop listening. Two.”

“I don’t know anything!”

The roof access door slammed open and Nightwing came sprinting out, barreling straight into him. The two of them tumbled across the gravel and Hood’s gun went flying.

“What the hell are you thinking!” Nightwing yelled, straddling Hood with his fists balled in the collar of his leather jacket.

“Get off!”

“Are you insane? How could you–” He stopped short as Hood’s fist came across his face and Hood used to momentum to break free and jump to his feet.

He looked around at the empty roof before running to the fire escape in time to watch the man drop into the alley and disappear around another corner.

Roaring a curse, Hood pulled off his helmet and threw it into the gravel as Nightwing got up slowly, a steady trickle of blood streaming from his nose and dripping off his chin.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “We’ll find him. We’ve already got eyes on all his usual haunts. Red Robin’s got his phone–” Nightwing let the rest of his sentence die as he took in Hood’s glare. They sized each other up for a while, the silence between them heavy and dark.

“That’s it?” Hood clarified. “That’s all you have to say?”

“I said I was sorry. What more do you want?”

“How about a damn explanation?”

“It was a miscalculation.”

“A miscalculation?” Hood laughed mirthlessly. “Really? Do you ever actually listen to the words that come out of your mouth?”

“What are you going for here exactly? A handwritten letter?”

“I want you to say it.” Hood started towards him slowly.

Nightwing held his ground, arms crossed. “Say what.”

“That real reason you came up here. It’s because you still don’t trust me. None of you do.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then what the hell was that?” Hood demanded, throwing his arm wide. They were just a few feet apart now, and the wind had started to pick up again, whipping his jacket and Nightwing’s hair around as it carried their voices out over the city.

“I heard what was going on and I thought–”

“I know what you thought.”

“Can you blame me?” Finally Nightwing’s forced calm cracked; his voice rose to meet Jason’s, blood smeared across his mouth and cheek from where he’d rubbed his hand. “You said it yourself. You’re not one of us. A ‘free agent’ is what you called it, right?”

“Batman tackle you a lot while you were on your own, did he?”

“No. Then again, my ‘free agency’ didn’t rack up a body account. I was on my own, but we were still on the same side. We still had the same core beliefs. You– I don’t even think you know whose side you’re on half the time. You’re just in this for yourself.”

Hood took that square in the face. He swallowed before saying, “Just tell me this: If it really came down to it, everything on the line. Would you trust me?”

Nightwing glared at him for a moment before looking away, mouth in a hard line.

Hood scoffed and stooped to pick his helmet up off the ground. He searched for something to say, but came up empty, which was for the best, since his throat suddenly felt like a vice.

He slipped on the helmet and vaulted over the side of the roof onto the fire escape, swinging and jumping to skip levels on his way down. He lingered for a second at the ground level and glanced up at the roof, half-expecting to see Nightwing calling after him, or at least peering down.

He saw nothing.

He left.

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“You’re kidding, right?”

“That depends.”

“On?” There was no inflection in Dick’s voice as he blinked, eyebrow cocked, fingers resting over his laptop keyboard.

“Is it funny?” Tim prodded.

They were in the den at the manor and Tim was wearing a cheap Robin Boy Wonder costume with the tag still dangling off the mask. It was the original design complete with the elf shoes and green scaly underwear – thankfully pulled over compression shorts – and just looking at it dredged up incredibly awkward memories that Dick had spent many long years desperately trying to forget.

It was hard, though, since niche costume shops and super fans still dragged it back into the light every. Single. Year. Plus, no matter how much Dick begged, he still hadn’t been able to convince Bruce to get rid of the one he kept on display in the Cave.

It was like being caught in a never-ending loop of awkward middle school photos, except these photos included pointy shoes and shiny underwear.

“Halloween isn’t for another week,” Dick noted, ignoring the question. “And you’re not wearing that.”

“Why not? It’s funny!”

“It’s not.” It really was, but there was no way Dick was going to give Tim that satisfaction.

“I think it is,” Stephanie chimed from the couch she was stretched out on, her phone held over her face. “It’s like nostalgic and ironic at the same time. Ten outta ten costume, Tim.”

Tim beamed at her then tugged uncomfortably at the waistband of the tights. “So, did you design this or did Bruce? No judgment, but I do have some questions.”

Dick pursed his lips, trying to decide how best to launch himself from the chair and over the coffee table to get him in a headlock before the younger boy could escape. Tim was fast, but Dick’s legs were longer. He shifted his weight forward in his seat, closing his laptop and setting it aside.

As if sensing the looming threat, Tim circled behind Stephanie’s couch.

“You got a problem with the classics?” Dick asked.

“Let’s just say I’m glad mine had pants,” Tim hedged, then ducked as Dick, without warning, flung a book from the shelf at him.

“I second that.” Damian was flat on the carpet with a spread of pencils and kneaded erasers around an open sketchbook. His hands were black with charcoal and graphite, and he’d been quiet for so long Dick had forgotten he was even there. He nudged the boy’s ribs with his socked foot. Damian swatted him away.

Stephanie let her phone plop onto her stomach. “Okay, but you all have to admit that I had the nicest Robin suit by, like, a mile.”

Tim snorted, his chin propped on his arms folded along the back of the couch. She frowned up at him. “Is there a problem?”

“Only the fact that your suit was basically just a carbon copy of mine. No originality. No flavor.”

“You’re both wrong,” Damian said, brushing eraser shavings off his paper. “Clearly my suit is the superior model. The boots and gloves cover most of my legs and forearms, which provides added defenses for close range combat. And the hood decreases light interference and increases anonymity. It also looks cooler.”

“Um, hello,” Dick said. “You do realize I’m the reason you guys didn’t end up running around those freezing rooftops in tidy-whities. I was the original mastermind behind the pants look. You all should be thanking–”

“Bruce!” Stephanie shouted, sitting up. The entire room turned to where Bruce had stopped in the doorway, a protein bar halfway to his mouth and Cassandra at his side. He scanned the room with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, and Dick snickered as Tim crouched a bit lower behind the couch to hide his costume.

“Tell these jerks my Robin suit was the best one!” Stephanie demanded.

Damian threw a pillow at her head, and she deflected it towards Tim.

“Hey!” Tim complained, throwing it back down on her.

Then chaos. The room erupted in shouts and flying cushions. Bruce glanced at Cass and they shared an entire, wordless exchange before backing out and walking away.

After a few near-catastrophes involving three lamps, a vase, Dick’s laptop, and the TV, the sudden battle dissolved into breathless laughter.

“Okay, but seriously,” Dick said. “You’re not really wearing that to the party, are you?”

“Why not?” Tim asked, pulling off the mask.

“It just seems like an unnecessary risk. I mean, Robin? Really?”

“Ugh, you sound more and more like him every day.” Tim hopped over the back of the sofa, his butt landing directly on Stephanie’s stomach.

“Ow! Get off!” she shouted, shoving him so that he slid onto the floor, unbothered. He tilted his head back against the side of her leg, and as if by instinct, her fingers made their way into his hair as she returned her gaze to her phone.

“He does have a point, you know,” Steph noted. “You gotta loosen up or you’re gonna end up living alone under a mansion when you’re 40.”

Dick sighed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He knew he was being way too uptight, and he could already hear Babs’ mocking rebuke: Will you just relax and have fun? It would by all means be hypocritical coming from one of the biggest workaholics he knew – a title that was impressive to achieve in his circle – but she’d be right anyways. She usually was.

“So, what about the rest of you?” Dick finally asked, dropping his hand and trying to inject some levity into his voice. “What are you all going as?”

Stephanie and Tim grinned at each other; even Damian’s tight lips twitched into a smirk.

“Well, the thing is we kind of have a theme,” Tim began. “I’m Robin. First gen, obviously. Steph’s–”

“Red Robin,” she finished, grinning as she ruffled Tim’s hair a little harder. He leaned out of reach, grabbing her wrist and settling her hand back on his head.

“And I will be Father,” Damian announced. Dick couldn’t help but note the way his chin tipped a bit higher as he said it.

“Cass is gonna be Hood and Jason was supposed to be Black Bat, but he’s been MIA.”

Dick’s jaw tensed. None of them had heard from Jason in nearly a week. Not since their chat on the roof. No comms, no texts, not even a patrol sighting.

Dick had considered trying to reach out, maybe swinging by some of Jason’s safehouses in the city, but he wasn’t in the mood for a fight, and he knew that’s what it would almost certainly be. Besides, he wasn’t exactly sure what he would say even if they did see each other.

It had hurt, but he had meant every word of what he’d said. Hadn’t he…?

“He wouldn’t have done it anyway,” Stephanie said, sparing Dick from the mental rabbit hole he’d been about to fall into.

“He might’ve,” Tim grumbled, though there was no real conviction there.

“Not a chance.”

“Does Bruce know about this?” Dick asked, aborting the mental rabbit hole he felt himself teetering on.

“He thought was funny,” Tim said with a victorious grin.

Dick didn’t want to believe that, but it wasn’t hard for him to imagine Bruce smirking mischievously at the irony of it all.

“Okay,” he sighed. “So, what am I wearing to this thing?”

#batman fanfic #dick grayson #jason todd #dick grayson and jason todd #dick grayson & jason tood #nightwing #red hood #batman fanfiction

[magicmastered]

@darealbellabelleoftheball

About this post you tagged me in, which I’m screenshotting because Tumblr never lets me link posts:

(Should I have scribbled out the url? I don’t want anyone getting harassed because of me, regardless of whether I agree with them....)

Anyway, thanks for thinking of me.

I try not to reblog people’s original posts to start arguments with them, so I’ll respond here.

Reinvent Thor as being a more relatable and fun character

Relatable to who? At some point I might make a post asking people why they found Ragnarok Thor more or less relatable than pre-Ragnarok Thor. I’m curious as to what the response would be.

Personally I found Ragnarok Thor to be insincere, arrogant, and manipulative, though his “save Asgard” thing was obviously good. I agree with the goal, but his means...not so much.

ALSO. “Reinventing” a character is the exact opposite of what should be done at the end of a trilogy. At that point, you wrap up the plot threads and character arcs. You do NOT throw them all out and start with something that’s regressed even beyond where the character was at the beginning. It’s just not how trilogies work.

If you want to reinvent the character for LOLs, call it what it is—a parody. Parody is a perfectly legit genre. It just makes it clear that it’s not to be taken as part of the original canon.

With a far more extensive power set

Thor was already really powerful. Yeah, the Thor-nado is pretty cool, but he was doing fine without it...?

As well as making him the star of his own GD movie for once without worrying about some other character overshadowing him

You know how you make a character more interesting? It’s not by just flattening all the competition. It’s by giving them more internal conflict. That’s one of the reasons Loki’s so popular. He’d had internal conflict to deal with from the get-go.

They could’ve had Thor finally realize that Odin did screw up, and it wasn’t just a one-time thing, and he wasn’t actually a great parent (or person in general). Through that, he could realize that maybe the things Odin always told him were wrong. Maybe, for instance, Loki wasn’t 100% evil and Thor’s inferior. Maybe that Thor had himself made some mistakes at least as bad, and come to terms with that. He could’ve broken out of his toxic family dynamic.

That would’ve been a lot more compelling than erasing everything that made Thor, Thor.

And established that his arcs from the first two movies were realized on the level of him assuming control of his powers on Odin’s level—assuming ultimate worthiness

....

Why is aspiring to be like Odin in any way a good conclusion to Thor’s character arcs? And “worthiness” is entirely based on Odin’s professed values.

What would’ve been better is if Thor had finally broken free of Odin’s arbitrary worthiness paradigm. He’d been letting Odin define his worth for the previous movies. He realized that Odin was flawed for a bit in TDW but was back to submitting himself to Odin’s judgement at the end of the movie. It’s time for him to finish that journey. Yet in this movie it’s Odin (or rather Odin’s memory) that Thor turns to for strength.

And Thor honestly does not seem to change at all throughout the movie, character-wise. He starts off snarky and arrogant. He finishes snarky and arrogant with a throne and a missing eye (and no planet).

Introduce Valkyrie

Love the character, don’t love how they used her. Seriously, “and suddenly you’re overcome by the urge to do the right thing?” Five minutes after she did just that? Please.

Give Heimdall more than two minutes of screen time

Admittedly I like Heimdall better in this movie, so I’ll leave this alone.

Destroy Asgard

Why is this a good thing?

No, really, why is destroying Asgard better than, say, exploring its culture and history—and the people the movie repeatedly refers to—in a more nuanced light?

Reintroduce Hulk with the ability to speak and show emotion beyond smashing things

If I remember correctly, Hulk is a manifestation of Bruce’s anger and fear from his abusive childhood. (I don’t know if I’m phrasing this correctly at all. Someone who’s more into Bruce and Hulk could probably help. :/)

Ragnarok did not exactly explore that in any way.

And Hulk HAD emotions besides “smash”. Look at his reaction when Tony was falling out of the portal in Avengers. Hulk has real intelligence to him.

F colonialist lives!

This really isn’t my area of expertise at all...but I’m pretty sure the thing they were saying was bad was the imperialism, not colonialism. They’re not the same thing. And even that was confused by the whole venerating-Odin thing. I believe others have gone into this in more detail.

Korg is skinny!

I don’t even know what this is supposed to mean...?!

Contain good and funny jokes

This is entirely subjective. For instance, several people I know find butt jokes funny. I find them kind of immature and prefer dry humor. Neither of us is wrong in our preferences. It’s just not something you can argue.

Conversely, this movie also has Loki joke about his own suicide attempt. So.

Was directed by the MCU’s first director of color

I didn’t even know Waititi was a man of color when I first started disliking Ragnarok.

Controversial opinion here, but a movie that contradicts previous canon and has a plot as airtight as a colander is still a crappy franchise movie no matter who wrote it.

Fix Loki’s sad broody boy problem

Loki does not have a “sad broody boy” problem. He’s genuinely mentally ill, in no small part due to spending over a thousand years as the scapegoat in a narcissistic family. It’s also due to spending who-knows-how-long falling in space (see how that affected Tony) then another who-knows-how-long getting tortured by a purple space grape. That’s a lot more than going through an emo phase or something.

And this movie does not “fix” Loki’s mental illness. It waves it away like something that was never that bad to begin with, which is very much not the case.

It also erased Loki’s fierce intelligence from the previous movies, and his anger, and his strategy. It turned Loki from courageous to cowardly (except when the plot said so). It ignored Loki’s old reserve and trust issues.

Examples: You can’t tell me he couldn’t have thought up a better plan than “get help”. He could’ve disguised both him and Thor as more Sakaarian guards with his illusions. I just came up with that in five seconds. No way would that not occur to him at least as quickly.

Loki had the nerve to sass Laufey and the Other and Odin even when any one of them could’ve hurt him in previous movies. In Ragnarok he’s terrified of the Hulk to the point of trying to run.

In previous movies, Loki didn’t trust anyone enough to talk about any of the things that’d happened (aggravated since no one had even asked). In Ragnarok, as mentioned above, he joked about his own suicide—to a bunch of strangers.

Make fun of Thor: The Dark World

Again, why is this a good thing?

Ragnarok is one of the best Marvel movies for the “prisoners with jobs” joke alone

Subjective, again.

#marvel #anti ragnarok #mcu loki #mcu thor #anti new thor #mcu odin #tw: suicide attempt #tw: suicide mention #gagnarok #loki meta #thor meta #the hulk #bruce banner

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// This might come across as rude and I don’t want anyone to personally feel like this post is pointing the finger at them directly but over time as I’ve started to settle more in the motions of writing Giselle and interacting with other characters and muns, I’ve encountered a very particular and pointed issue with her in regards to her trans identity and I wanted to take a moment to talk about that in more detail as it pretty much goes unmentioned in threads and rarely appears in prompt memes that she gets often and there is a reason for that.

I’m going to throw out a general disclaimer here and state right now that I, as the mun, am cisgender, and while that doesn’t necessarily bar me from writing trans characters, it is personally important to me that I do so with respect and understanding— especially given that the source material treated her as the butt of a disgusting and frankly offensive “joke”. I care about Giselle, and it’s important for me to do right by her in my portrayal. I’m aware of treading a thin line between harmful stereotypes and canonical characterisation, given the violent personality Giselle has within the series. In no way do I want to erase her being trans, nor do I want to portray her in a way that would be harmful, or continue to perpetuate the malicious treatment of this aspect of her character.

With that said, it’s important to me that everyone here understand that Giselle is not to be treated as your ticket to showing what a “cool and accepting ally” you or your character is. While I do have an interest in respectfully exploring Giselle’s trans identity and how it informs her character, I outright refuse to write threads in which your character “reacts” to finding out she is trans, or alludes to knowing she is as a sort of "secret". 

It’s already bullshit that characters like Charlotte (who was also mistreated by the narrative in a transphobic and racist way) and Yumichika were able to “instinctively know” about Giselle being trans in canon and I have a difficult enough time trying to navigate that with my interactions here. For all intents and purposes, Giselle presents unmistakably as a female character, there is no reason why people should be treating her with kid gloves, suddenly caring about pronouns, etc, especially when they don’t do that with any other characters they interact with. Just like in real life, if you approached any real trans person with this almost aggressively friendly attitude trying to ask extremely prying and personal questions without prompt, you would rightfully be ignored and considered extremely rude, but its weird how even that most basic level of consideration doesn't really carry through on here. It feels very reductive, as though that’s all there is to her character and gives the distinct impression to me when she’s treated like this that this is how others will only regard her, caring little about her, past her gender identity.

It is, to put it frankly, entirely Giselle’s business and her business alone in regards to how she identifies and for other character to pry or poke around in that, well meaning or malicious, is just downright rather insulting and degrading because it just isn't anyone’s business but her own and without the caveat of her being trans, I doubt anyone would even bother with the prying questions or act like she inherently has some sort of ‘brooding dark grim secret.

Giselle being trans is important to informing her character, as well as the way I portray her, but that information is personal and a privilege for other characters to know. Giselle does not owe anyone deeply personal information regarding her gender, it isn’t anyone’s business but her own and those she chooses to share it with. I absolutely do not want to and never will use her trans identity as any sort of fuel for some angst filled riddled prompts about her ‘coming clean’ and ‘confessing’ to ‘hiding’ and hopefully I shouldn’t have to explain WHY that is transphobic or why it makes me so intensely uncomfortable, as though her transness is something to be ashamed of or something she’s purposefully misleading people about. Like truly nothing makes me more uncomfortable, and yet there are times when I’ve felt like I’ve been guided to that sort of thread or conclusion. 

So please, don’t send ‘secret’ prompts or threads expecting for her to pour her heart out about that part of her life and who she is to your muse because she simply wont and especially don’t start angsty or emotional threads heading in that specific direction because I will ignore it. Like I said many times before and in my rules, if you don’t tread with caution when trying to bring up these issues, then I reserve every right to outright hardblock you.

#OOC: idle chatter #// i feel nervous abt posting this but i wanted to say it for a while now

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Fourteen: Contempt ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, blood, vulgarity ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s used to it by now. The glares, the whispers, the contempt. In the grand scheme of things, he doesn’t care. People will think of him what they will. Never mind the fact that, without him, the world would have ended and they’d all be brainless mokuton zombies.

Before his final confrontation with Naruto, he’d resigned himself to being hated: the necessary evil the world would need to keep it on the correct course. Even now, with his path forcibly changed, he keeps the same opinion of himself. He’s done what he’s done. There’s no erasing or changing the past. All he can do now is move forward...even if those who criticize him clearly can’t do the same.

For now, as his brother recovers, he finds himself in a state of limbo. Returned to Konoha far earlier than he’d ever wanted, and yet...now with reason to stay. But in the same breath...purposeless. All he knows is that, in some way, he needs to ensure Konoha changes for the better. If his brother, and his brother’s family, are to remain here...it must be safe. Primarily for them...but also for everyone. No one else deserves to go through what the Uchiha went through.

So they won’t.

Not if he has anything to say about it.

All that remains is how to actually accomplish it. Already, before he’s even able to walk, Itachi has talked about plans to rejoin the ANBU. Work in the shadows, as he has for so long. It suits him, Sasuke can’t help but agree. Would such work be a wise choice for him as well? It would mean avoiding the public eye. Eliminating threats against the village without recognition, with most of the populace completely unaware anything is even wrong to begin with. Such is the ANBU’s role.

...but that doesn’t quite feel right.

Because once Itachi’s revival is made public...Sasuke can only assume there will be just as many, if not more, who won’t bother to censor their distaste and hatred against Itachi and his actions, even if they were village-sanctioned. To them it won’t matter: that he acted in their interest, that he gave up his life, his home, to keep them safe from the outside. No...they’ll just see a murderer and a traitor, no matter what reasons they give.

It’s the same for him, after all.

Even his own friends - or, so-called friends - have changed. Not that he blames them...but it just goes to show how shallow those feelings are...and have been. Never any offer to help avenge his clan. To bring them justice. Even after Naruto and Sakura were told Itachi’s truth, and the role Konoha played in his clan’s demise...they still sought to drag him back. To chain him in the place that had deemed his family too selfish and dangerous for simply being willing to fight for equal treatment.

And once they saw how far he’d go to change that...everything changed. Naruto still insists they’re best friends. But what kind of best friend says nothing of sanctioned genocide? Even now there’s been no offer to find justice...so Sasuke will just take it himself when the time comes. But this time, he’ll do it right.

Sakura, too, has changed. She avoids him, he can tell...and yet when they end up together, she still puts on that facade-like smile and flirty nature. Does she really still hope for him to love her? After all that’s happened between them? She openly tried to kill him. And he did the same to her. Sakura has seen better than anyone his instability, and willingness to sacrifice what he must to reach his goals.

Her continued affections honestly make him sick. Even now, knowing what she knows, she clings to the boy she never really knew: only idolized, and falsely.

For now...he considers them both strangers. It’s for the best, he’s convinced. They’re not going to do each other any good as they are...and Sasuke has far more pressing priorities.

And yet...funnily enough, the only person beyond his family that seems to tolerate him - maybe even like him - is someone he’s barely spoken a word to.

Hyūga Hinata.

He remembers her, like he remembers everyone. Shy, reserved, weak...and trailing after Naruto. It’d seemed like she’d had some kind of crush on him back then, but...you wouldn’t guess so now. He’s assuming that time wasn’t kind to her in that regard. It’s rather clear Naruto’s still hung up on Sakura, even if Sasuke suspects it started just as shallow in nature as Sakura’s affections for him: born out of jealousy and rivalry. As far as Sasuke’s concerned...Naruto can have her. They suit each other, in more ways than one.

Hinata’s grown a lot, he’ll admit. Physically, and mentally. She can speak to the blond now without issue, though Sasuke still notices the somber tinge to the smiles she gives him.

And given her friendship with Itachi’s wife...she was one of the first people to know the truth behind the elder Uchiha brother’s actions.

As such, she seems more...aware than anyone else. As someone from a clan, she knows their politics well. And as someone who struggled with her family as a child...she knows what it means to have been looked down upon. By her father, by someone she called brother...she might not have lost that family, but in a sense, she’d been cut off from it.

So rather than contempt...she offers him understanding. Not sympathy, which he doesn’t want...but she doesn’t treat him like a maniac. Like an explosive tag about to go off, walking on eggshells. She just...talks to him.

...and maybe he appreciates that a lot more than he thought he would.

Naruto had always been butting heads with him. Sakura couldn’t go two words without batting her eyes. Orochimaru had always had that hunger when the spoke. Suigetsu had been a tease, Karin an obnoxious flirt...and Jūgo, well...he just didn’t say much at all.

Neither does Hinata, in all fairness. But she’s quiet in the same way Sasuke is. No need to fill the air with noise. Just...sit and enjoy the atmosphere. And only speak when there’s really a need, or something on her mind.

So it’s really no surprise when he just starts...ending up in her presence. After all, they both end up third wheeling it rather often where Naruto and Sakura are concerned. Of course, Hinata has her teammates to tend to as well. And her family, as Sasuke does. But on his end, at least, he has few to go to when it comes to company his age.

Of course...that comes with its consequences.

Even something as harmless as stopping to chat outside a shop brings up the realization: it’s not just Sasuke that gets targeted by his aggressors. It’s anyone he spends time with.

Standing idly with a hand resting on the butt of his sword, he’s simply having a conversation with her when someone bumps him from behind. A glance shows one in turn, a few shinobi looking back over their shoulders at him sourly. Sasuke doesn’t otherwise react, straightening and simply pretending it didn’t happen.

Hinata, on the other hand, stares after them with an open glower.

“Leave it, Hyūga.”

“But that was so ru-!”

“I know. But if you pick every fight I run into every day, you’d run yourself ragged.” He can’t help a small hint of amusement in his features. “Don’t worry ab-.”

Thwack

Hinata can help a gasp as a splatter of mud drenches down the front of her lilac shirt. Staring at the mess for a moment, she completely misses the blur of movement that is Sasuke. In a blink, he’s across the street, holding the culprit to a building with a forearm against his neck. His unhidden eye glows a furious red.

“...that was uncalled for,” he offers in a voice far too calm for his expression. There’s no acknowledgement of the shocked people around him, clearly on edge. “Why don’t you go over there and apologize to the lady...before I change my mind and just coat your shirt with healthy helping of blood…?”

“Sasuke-kun, don’t!” A pleading hand tugs at his shoulder.

He ignores her. “...look, asshole. Do what you want to me. But leave my friends out of it. Because as much as I couldn’t give a shit what you do to me...I’m not gonna be happy when you drag someone I care about into something that’s got nothing to do with them. Got it?”

Pale as a ghost and looking ready to cry, the guy just give a jerky nod, sliding down to his rear when Sasuke releases his hold. Nonchalant as ever, he lets his kekkei genkai fade. “...c’mon Hyūga. We’re done here.”

Glancing between the two, she eventually trots after him. “Was...was that wise…?”

“Hn?”

“I mean...people already are afraid of you. Really, you didn’t have to do that. Not if it’ll only make things harder on you.”

“I’ve had a lot worse happen to me than someone taunt me. Especially someone I can lay flat on their ass in a blink.”

“...but…?”

“What pissed me off was involving you. My mistakes and actions have nothing to do with you. And they need to know better than do that, even if it means giving me more shit. I can handle it.” A dark eye glances to her. “...you don’t deserve that.”

“...well neither do you.”

“A lot of people would beg to differ.”

“Well...screw them.”

A brow lifts at her language.

“...you’ve done wrong in the past, sure. But you’ve moved on, and you’re changing for the better. Continuing to treat you like that is wrong...and doing so in the first place isn’t any better.”

Watching her as they walk for a few paces, Sasuke eventually snorts.

“...what?”

“...nothing.”

     Huzzah, two weeks down! And I actually had an easy time with this prompt, just...had a busy day, hence the late posting!      Anywho, this one's...pretty straightforward. Sasuke honestly couldn't care less what people do to him. But mess with someone he cares about - someone who doesn't deserve it - and you've got a storm coming, bud!      Sooo...yeah! I guess that's it for tonight - thanks so much for stopping by and reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #blood // #vulgarity // #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ] #365daysofsasuhina

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yes! I would agree way to much Abigail lately, and its usually drama just for drama that never really turns into anything. She’s everywhere and it’s not believable that she could do it all.

It feels good to be agreed with! :)

I hope you’re prepared for an Abigail rant! :’)

Abigail started out as a good character. She isn’t the most relatable female character in the series for me personally, but for the first three seasons and most of the fourth, I looked forward to every scene she was in. I liked how strong she tried to be despite life (and other people) dumping bad things on her every other minute, and more than that, I really loved that she tried to meet those bad things with something good.

As awful as Henry was to her sometimes, she tried very hard to be decent to him, and it was never really showcased as Abigail being a doormat; she was just the type of person to meet adversity with kindness.

One of my favorite Abigail moments was in S3E7, where Cody and Becky’s aunt, Caroline, comes to town and is ready to take the children. It’s clear the aunt has been searching for them for a long time, that she’s sad she lost her sister, and that she is ready and willing to take on the responsibility of two children. 

I think most people would be upset to lose children they came to care about, and, like Abigail, they’d be glad that there is a living relative and family, but what Abigail feels is this very large and overwhelming deluge of Bad Things on top of all of that. I mean, remember: she’s been through a lot. It probably feels to her like she’s not allowed to keep anything she loves.

Anyway, the specific moment I’m talking about is when she gets angry and frustrated and tells Frank that she feels like it’s a test and she knows she’s supposed to be strong. And then, anger fading to tears, she continues, “but to tell you the truth I’m tired of being tested.” The whole plot with Caroline and the kids was a nice reprieve from the usual and it was also the straw that broke the camel’s back: the culmination of all of the horrible things Abigail has dealt with in the last few years grows too heavy to bear alone. I don’t want to say that it was nice to see her crack, but considering all she’s been through, I think it’s a reasonable response, and I was glad to get it. Frank worked nicely in this episode to reel her back in with his practicality—which was definitely needed to balance her emotional reaction to the situation.

But it’s not like Abigail can help how she feels about things. She can only help her outward reaction, and that isn’t always easy to control in the moment.

I feel like since she’s taken on the role of mayor, or at least since the last bit of s4, she’s just...too good at everything; she fails at nothing, really (and when she does fail there are no lasting consequences so from the failure nothing is learned or gained). I’m not here to see women put down and I don’t want to see them fail, but Abigail as a character needs those flaws or she just feels like a cardboard cutout. Her intense emotional reaction to Caroline’s appearance was lovely because the woman hadn’t done anything wrong, and was in fact a valid option to take the children. Heck, she was certainly in a much better financial situation than Abigail will ever be! But Abigail was already emotionally invested in Becky and Cody and literally could not separate herself from that attachment enough to say that Caroline was just as good of a choice. 

Which...okay, the show makes Caroline out to be a bit of a bad guy, because she’s not 100% supportive of Becky (and those issues), but Abigail’s moments of holier-than-thou-ness (like when she suggests that Caroline can’t love the children as deeply she does) are, and should be treated as, flaws. 

THIS IS A FLAW!!! Abigail is capable of great love! But she lets it get in her way and she lets it cloud her judgment. It doesn’t make her unlikable or anything like that, but it lets her be unreasonable sometimes—unfair, especially when it comes to people she cares about or has feelings for.

It’s kind of like in S4, when she gets unreasonable about Frank’s part in helping Bill and Jack when they guard the payroll. As you might recall, Frank assisted by 1) literally grabbing the sniper’s gun so that it didn’t hit its intended target when he fired, and 2) bashing the guy in the face with the butt of his own gun to keep him from firing again. Look, if not for Frank’s interference there, Jack would have definitely died in S4. Maybe Bill, too.

Jack, who is almost a son to Abigail. Bill, who is her close friend. But Abigail’s got blinders on when it comes to emotional things, and she hates that Frank was out there when he didn’t have to be. He has (more or less) a family to think of. Bill isn’t married anymore, he’s not courting anybody at this point, and his son is already dead. So Bill can do what Bill wants; he doesn’t owe anybody anything. Jack being there is literally his job. But Frank? Frank has a choice and Abigail feels that his duty is to stay safe for her sake, and maybe Cody’s sake, too. To add to this, she’s feeling a lot of things that she hasn’t had the time to parse, yet, and they’re also things that frighten her, probably because she knows deep down that her reactions are unreasonable, but she’s still feeling them and acting on them against her own better judgment!

Of course, we understand Frank’s side of things, too. He’s not married to Abigail, first of all, but his stance is mostly that Bill and Jack needed help, and he possessed the expertise to help, and so...helped. For Frank, it was really that simple. And he’s not used to answering to anyone else or having anybody care or worry about him to the extent that Abigail is capable of—and probably hasn’t since he was a child, if he even had it then (we have no way of knowing).

So their argument over Frank’s place in her life, and her place in his... It’s not badly done at all. Abigail is just incredibly bad at dealing with feelings when they are complex and show up suddenly. With time to prepare she’s perfectly reasonable but she’s not always great when she’s put on the emotional spot.

I can’t ignore this either: one of the strengths of her character is that she’s not above apologizing; she makes an effort to communicate. It’s just, in the moment she tends to act based on how she’s feeling in that moment and when it’s too complex and confusing, her reaction is exaggerated and oftentimes unreasonable.

What I’m getting at is that I like unreasonable Abigail. I like it when she messes up, when she tunnel-visions due to emotions, and when she gets overprotective of people she loves (this includes her issues coddling Cody). It makes her interesting, but more importantly it showcases her greatest strength (love, care) as also being her greatest weakness, which is usually the case!

When Abigail gets tossed into drama (for the sake of drama), it’s hard to stomach. Her character was good because she had issues, she struggled, and sometimes she even failed. And out of that mess she always learned something and became better.

As people we can never be perfect, so it’s unreasonable of us or the writers to say that Abigail is as good as she gets, that she’s learned all there is to know. We’re all always learning—every day. Abigail flawlessly mayoring, delivering babies, Doing All the Things... It takes away from her as an actual person. I want her to be able to mess up a little now and then; I want her to struggle sometimes because that’s what people do!

And out of those ashes of overcome struggles, the audience is able to view Abigail as the kind of character they can relate to, not just because she always tries to do the right thing and sometimes doesn’t, but because she takes the time and puts in the effort to try and make things right again, but does so knowing she can’t erase the things she’s already done or said.

That was key to her character in the early seasons, and it feels like all of that was just thrown away to give us a Female Power Fantasy character (that doesn’t even manage to hit a sweet spot with me, The Feminist Blogger). Writing powerful, strong female characters just means writing a person. That’s literally all it takes. And in early episodes, that was what we got with Abigail, wasn’t it?

#when calls the heart #abigail stanton #character studies and information #analysis and meta discussion #long post

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Yo like, I must be one of the few people here on this site that can’t stand how people infantilize the Bat-family in the fandom and how they treat certain issues in general.

Like really; y'all celebrate Jason Todd being a “feminist” when he’s written to be attacking his own family and their allies (including Catwoman the Birds of Prey iirc) and shot at Damian, a 12 year old. Like no qualms about killing a child? I guess respect for women is better? Even if he’s trying to kill people who genuinely care? Mistakes were made but I’m not sure killing them is appropriate.

Speaking of Damian, y'all absolve him of ALL things cause he’s a cute jackass and can do some pretty stretching things and fans will defend him. It’s stretching, really. Like him recently weakening OG Wally West’s heart! Oh but he’s cute and Super Sons! Yeah. Doesn’t stop him doing it in canon and how there’s a percentage in which thinks it’s “okay”.

With Dick Grayson, y'all want this super nice guy and sexy guy but get mad at canon for “sexualizing” him. Like anyone can see your sexy fan art of said character. You can preach that but think “I’m a fan” excuses your end? And some go on rants about bisexual Dick Grayson but then act like Dick has never exclusively dated women for all his character life and that the actual robin that was seemingly bi was actually Jason Todd (I mean, Judd Winick was asked this and he couldn’t give a straight answer). And no, HES NOT NICE.

And apparently, Tim Drake is just smart dude. Like as if that’s all to him. I don’t have much to say because Tim seems constantly patronize to awkward, nerd kid that love hates Damian and….that’s about it. I don’t have much on him though.

And don’t get me started on the female Batfamily characters. It’s arguably worse just because try addressing it and it’ll be a social issue. Since the people above are guys, criticizing them won’t land you in as deep doo doo.

I don’t really get Steph so I won’t go in-depth but there has to be more to this character than snarky one liners, waffles, and “kick-butt”. With the exception of waffles, you’re describing how fictional media tends to depict females who’re strong and independent and needs no man in general if they’re not being damsel in distress or playing a role where they’re not really characters per-say.

And Cassandra Cain…it’s almost like you want a Mary-Sue ish character. Like no; she really can’t be beating everyone like it’s nothing. Male or female. Like no, her being “90 pounds” is not the problem. In a universe where there’s powerful metahumans of varying degrees and other character with fair skill too, going all Bruce lee can’t seriously be the only thing. Also, it’s like everyone fighting her H2H with gear forgets to use it. Some fans just wanna prop her up. Be fucking honest: you want Cassandra Cain beating ALL THE ASS because favorite character! It’s can’t be “because diversity” because she’s beating characters who’re considered diverse too and being shrilled over diverse characters too.

And with these two characters, why must people constantly argue who’s worthy of being the more “interesting” Batgirl? People act as If Barbara being paralyze was a legit attempt at diversity in disabled character, ignoring how it saddled a character unnecessarily of her own popularity with a problem because a writer wrote a AU that became canon. Like I get the passion behind Oracle but you cannot convince me that people should prefer a character sticking to being a major supporting character at best for your favorite. It’s fair to say she equally deserves to cash in her popularity or acknowledge that there’s a huge amount of fans perfectly okay with her mobility given she is the most recognized Batgirl.

Speaking of Barbara, when is anyone ever going to speak up about how she’s written to invalidate Dick’s feelings or written as If she must have a say so in his love life? And also, how is it that Dick is the sole bad guy in their relationship but writing doesn’t acknowledge her ridiculous expectations? And even worse, most people are unaware/side-swipe stark problems in her characterization. Take your Pre-52 I purposely don’t let my apparent “equal” in on a plan and rather make him feel he’ll have to do it all because I’m Barbara fucking Gordon. Or your New 52 I think Dick Grayson should drop finding LADY SHIVA to fight Joker because he’s supposed to be my friend? Or how about the time she’s written to use Canary’s garage without her consent and BURNED her dojo after a gadget malfunction? She isn’t perfect either even if writing pretends otherwise.

Like this apparent treatment in which the females must be “queens” or worshipped even with the Robins falls flat on its face anyway! Nobody talks about Betty Kane! Not many defended New 52 Helena Bertinelli and wants to talk how her Pre-52, bless her coolness, was strictly drawn like every other “attractive, black haired woman with blue eyes” and how that’s “iconic” and making her BI-RACIAL doesn’t erase her Italian heritage nor does it really take away from the character given she should of been distinct from Helena Wayne in the beginning! Nobody talks about how in-canon, Barbara is Dick’s one true love and Helena is told this after she kissed Dick and his body was hijacked by a super villain and being a black character, it may come off terrible that the white character is expressed as a preference over the black character however unintentionally (given the character is literally a nazi) and then said relationship is called a ship passing in the night by Tim Seeley.

Now I can’t possibly address all the Batfam characters but here’s my point; YES, your favorite character has flaws, other fans of characters like myself WILL call them out, and be fucking honest whatever spectrum you fall in; You want your favs respected because they’re your favs!

Like the level of denial and the pretending of inflating the character’s positive traits to ignore the bad and using social topics to defend from it has to stop! And no, depending on the instance and said flaw, it’s not just “bad writing”/“OOC” although it’s always subjective anyway given people will ride with one’s negative character trait if it enhances their perception of their fav!

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