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[glorioleapri]

I do find it funny how Jason fans are expected to hate on him, compared to like...most other fans of characters. And I'm not saying this is Jason-specific by any means, it's just something I've noticed.

We can't say we like Jason without condemning his actions. We can't say we like Jason without saying that he was one of the worst Robins and Tim was wayyyy better. We can't say we like Jason without thinking he should be punished for his crimes.

And like...buddy, I like Jason because he's committed crimes. Tf do you mean I have to sit there and laugh and be like 'oh yeah I like Jason but (character) is so much better at the job and (character) should be allowed to hit him and Jaybin sucked actually and Jason is a monster for doing this stuff to (character) and yeah I agree he's a fraud'???

Like jfc god forbid I like a guy for being a bit of an asshole. God forbid I like a character who does dodgy stuff and admits his grey morality. God forbid I like a guy without sanitising what he did or putting up a disclaimer that I think what he did was bad. God forbid I have fun with my own fucking opinions. Why do I have to comfort others for liking a character who isn't their favourite, who is someone they dislike or hate, who they for some reason have labelled a fraud? Why do I have to laugh and say he has no good comics just to follow the popular opinion???

Again, none of this is Jason specific. He just seems to get it the most out of all of the Robins; especially Jaybin, because apparently me thinking Jaybin is a great Robin means I'm a larper or a fraud or delusional or whatever. Sorry I like a silly whimsical kid whose slow descent into a terrible outcome makes me emotional ig

Anyway. I will never apologise for liking Jason or his comics. Ever.

[wewindondowntheroad]

i have shirked everything i was supposed to do tonight

[lunastarhawk]

A Little Death

Decided to post this little thing I wrote a while ago. Featuring @the-archons-moustache's Inquisitor Tobias Trevelyan and his first encounter with Favian, a knife fight becomes something a little more.

Favian's expression was not unreadable.  Because there was something about the intensity, the thrill, the smell of tobacco and leather, the heat of the body and the cold of the wall, the tingling numbness creeping through his wrist, and the stirring of his groin, that lifted one corner of his lips in a hint of a smirk.   The Inquisitor’s lips pressed together, his brow furrowed into an intimidating scowl, and yet the dark of his pupils widened. Favian felt himself slip down the wall just a half inch.  The other man's breath hitched so softly that were he an inch further back, Favian wouldn't have heard it. But he did hear it, and he felt it, the sharp and shallow rise and fall of the leather clad chest against his own. The Inquisitor was annoyed. And something else too, something that stayed his hand, that kept him from twisting Favian's arm and throwing him to the ground, something that rocked his hips forward.

Favian’s smirk broadened.  The stir in his groin became insistent, the leather of his tight trousers strained just a bit. The Inquisitor - his name escaped Favian, as most thoughts did just then - grunted softly. “You're a little shit, you know that?” “So I've been told.” He slowly, deliberately, dragged his gaze down to the man's mouth, the plush bottom lip.   A slight shift in the man’s weight moved his centre, pressed him now against Favian’s thigh, and Favian couldn't suppress a sudden, sharp intake of breath when he felt the hardness there. There were worse ways to die, he mused. The deadly sharp blade of the dagger against his tender skin was steady, the hand that wielded it well-trained, experienced, that of an assassin.  It would be quick, and he'd drown in his own blood and those piercing eyes as his straining cock would bring him brief, sweet bliss as he drifted into eternal sleep. But he didn't think he would die this night. Not to this dagger, at any rate.  He tilted his chin up, further exposing his jugular, further lifting the position of his lips, enough for the eyes to flick down to them for the briefest of moments.  Their breath mingled, hot and humid in the sliver of air between them. Blades remained steady at each others throats.  A hand wrapped around another pinned against the wall. A thigh slipped between his legs.  

The rest is on AO3

[heartsilt]

what if you were a failprince with a war hero for a father that you could never live up to. so you strip yourself of all desire and become daddy’s empty vessel who’s entirely propelled by the crown, because that’s what your father is, entirely propelled by the crown. and what if your father had one thing he allowed himself to be selfish about and it wasn’t even you. it was his little brother that he spoils in a way he’s never spoiled you, loves in a way he’s never loved you, and your uncle doesn’t even need to try. no one tries as hard as you to be what your father wants and it never works. and then the source of your father’s happiness kills him and you are left with a gaping hole in your heart where your father’s love ought to be and your uncle is begging for absolution that you do not want to give him. you want to tear him apart and figure out why it was that your father could love him, even until the very end. you want him to show you what exactly he did for your father that you could not, how exactly he pleased him where you failed, and what a selfish thing to ask of your grief-stricken uncle?

but your father was selfish about him, so why can’t you?

[reluctantbylerblog]

frankly I think a more convincing argument can be made for aromantic mike than for mike being in love with el. I'm dead serious. anyone who thinks mike was "obviously in love with eleven" are confusing intention with execution. you won't catch me saying I don't think they intended for mike to be in love with el. what you will catch me saying is that they did such a poor job of convincing me of that, that I genuinely think an aromantic mike reading makes more sense, and I say that as a gay mike truther!

[shellariee]

i’m gonna be honest, john leguizamo was the stand out performance for me

[rainysaturdayafternoon]

never thought i would be this bothered by millie bobbie brown’s makeup?