i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane
what's the appropriate way to engage with a fandom take you disagree with on tumblr?
voice your disagreement in the replies
voice your disagreement in a reblog addition
shrug and move on
vaguepost and complain about it on your own blog but dont engage directly
send it to a trusted moot and vent about your frustrations about it in private
bald / nuance / see results
Voting ended onMay 29, 2025
*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.
i need you dorks to REBLOG this if you voted.... i already know my circle of moots and i have the same opinion i need this to spread across fandoms to get a real accurate sample of sufficient size COME ON!!!!!! and love and kisses to everyone reblogging and leaving their thoughts in the tags <3 muah muah xoxo
For the 3k event here to snitch on YJ Eddie wanted dead for mishandling goods. Idk if that's taken I'm nervous and idk why I'm stressing out about it :')))
YJ!Riddler x Fem!Reader, ficlet
a/n: no need to be stressed ever it's all FUN!! and speaking of, this was delightful to write, i love a nervous man with a palm full of tit lmao
main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist
minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: breast play, nipple teasing, very shy eddie getting to grips with a pair of tits my beloved tbh, premature ejaculation, moaning, groaning, whimpering ALL THE GOOD STUFF
Eddie's hands hovered over your skin, not quite touching, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you however. It was just flesh. Skin, fat, muscle, nothing different to any other part of any other human body. But somehow it still was. It was yours. Those were your breasts. A part of you he'd only dreamed of seeing before, now you were exposed in front of him, offering him the chance to touch you. It was all too much.
"You can touch them, Eddie. Promise, it's ok. I want you to."
"Uh... Th-thank you. But. Maybe. Maybe silence would help. If you say things like that, that you want me to... Ah... I just..."
You understood. He was already flustered, already drooling and sweating. Maybe a little bit of sweet talk would push him over the edge into a fainting spell. But he had to move a little bit faster. This was tortuous, waiting for him to finally make his move. The teasing, the way he was so close and yet so far, was driving you mad. For the last ten minutes you'd been standing with your thighs pressed together, desperate for him to just grab you. If you waited any longer...
Taking control, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to you, palm coasting over your erect nipple, fingers immediately settling against the curve of them against your chest, his breath caught in his throat in a complete panic. And when he finally found his words, he stammered over them.
"N-now what?"
"Now you can do whatever you want, Eddie."
He whimpered, his whole body shuddering with an exhale that was clearly him trying to calm his nerves and concentrate on the task, quite literally, at hand.
"Well, I've never... do I just...?"
You took his chin in your own palm, directing his gaze to yours.
"Eddie, seriously. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."
"Oh..."
His voice trailed off into a groan that rumbled through his slender torso. He was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe you weren't all that bothered about that. Maybe, he thought, you were really just happy for him to play with you, however felt natural to him.
At first, he grabbed at you, his hands on your chest, gripping whatever of you he could collect. He squeezed, jiggled, cupped and pushed against your breasts, moaning under his rbeath the entire time. And then he let his thumb flit ovr your nipples, hard already, but stiffening at the attention he gave them. The way you reacted to the touch enticed him, and soon he was flicking them with both fingers, watching you bite your lip, collecting saliva in his mouth as he drooled at the idea of how you might taste.
And before he knew it, he was teasing them between his thumb and finger, pulling them out, watching how you hissed and cooed with each pull, each release of tension.
"God, Eddie, that feels so good... Just like that... little bit harder... fuck... you're good... Ah!"
You let out a squeal in response to the pain, the tight pinch of his fingers against your sensitive nipples, moaning in relief when he released them with a gasp.
"Oh! Oh... Oh, oh... oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, I am so sorry, I..."
He lifted his hands away, trying to cover himself, an evident stain forming at the front of his pants. It had you blushing, to think a little bit of praise, a minute or two with your bare chest, and you could have him spilling all over himself. Flattering, really, and very adorable.
"Don't be sorry, Eddie."
"I am though! For... for that, for embarrassing myself. And for hurting you."
"Oh! Don't be silly! I liked it, Eddie. I like the pain, it feels sweet. Good."
"Wow."
"And your fingers are perfect for it. You're perfect."
His eyes seemed to dilate, vision unfocusing as he took a seat, needing a moment to calm his nerves before he lost all composure.
Doing research on hallucinogens for potential candidates for Fear Toxin when I was reminded that nutmeg has hallucinogenic effects in high doses.
So, I'm just imagining Jonathan Crane looking for new ways to synthesise a stronger and more refined toxin, discovering this fact about nutmeg, then thinking to himself, "Well, I can't just not make a Fear Toxin out of nutmeg for a Christmas crime spree."
I used to hate The Batman (2022) Riddler. I went to see the movie being like "where's my egotistical riddle obsessed loser that I'm definitely normal about" and came out like "that's just the zodiac killer with a new skin pack."
Now I have been converted to a fan by the power of the Riddle Rats.
The Riddle Rats are a Riddler fan club that borders on cult at times. Mostly as a joke.
I'm thinking about making a dating sim. It would be short and probably not great, but I can’t decide who I should make the love interest. Mostly because I have too many I like.
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