Critiquing its development, pacing, or chemistry? Totally valid.

Dehumanizing someone for liking something you don’t?  

That crosses a line!

I didn’t fear for Christian Bale’s Batman, because of his ability to seem in control even in some of the most strained scenes in the movie. I had a feeling of ‘he’ll pull himself together and do this’

Ben Affleck’s Batman seemed so stoic and determined where his grief had turned more to anger and vengeance, than soul-deep sadness. And he always seemed to me like he would accept death if it meant taking down someone who hurt his family.

And while other Batman portrayals are certainly not the same as these two I’ve highlighted, I don’t feel like they’re completely separate either.

But Battinson..? He seems so in the throes of grief that he can barely hold himself together. A fic I read almost put perfectly with their Alfred saying “sometimes the only reason I knew he was still alive was because I could hear him breathe”. And that’s how I saw Bruce in the beginning of the movie. A man only alive because he has not died yet.

And this might be an unresolved hero-complex, but I wanted to actively crawl into the screen the hug this poor sad man. Even after when he was self-determined to save Gotham in the batsuit, it truly also didn’t feel like he put himself that much higher than scum. He’s doing it for his city and like it’s a duty. I feel like it encapsulates what I really love about Batman, that he lives and breathes for Gotham even when it’s barely able to give back. He’s doing it because someone had got to.

It makes me both worried and proud of him when he achieves what he sets out to do, and it makes me deeply happy to see him evolve, learn and become a better version of himself.

When writers say “he’s eating you like a starved man/caveman”

Eat me like you’ve mapped it over a thousand times! Like you go to sleep dreaming about that finger tongue combo that had me gaping! Lke he’s flicking his tongue so fast you think it’s a vibrator

Hehe but yeah, come read my stuff —I know you’ll enjoy it here 😊

I’m sorry for the long wait girl but I’ve had a dozen requests to write!! Anyways have fun readying lovely ;). I had to keep it short because I didn’t knew if you’d like it as a chapter is just as an preference 😭

You looked at the game that was playing in front of you. Portugal VS. Turkey. For some it was clear from the beginning that Portugal will win.

Still your boyfriend Kenan hoped that Turkey would win, but he soon realised, and that was after their own goal against themselves, that Turkey will loose.

You sat in the VIP Box Kenan arranged for you, and even up from there you could see his depressed face. Arda, who sat next to him, didn’t look happy either.

During halftime you heard lots of Turkish fans shouting at Montella, cussing at him.

“HOW COULD HE PUT THIS 11 AGAINST PORTUGAL”

“Why didn’t Kenan and Arda play from the beginning”

“Their own coach is against them”

“If Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning we would have won”

“The score would have been different if Montella had a fucking brain and put Kenan in from minute one on”

And lots of other comments you don’t wanna rewind. As the referee called the game over you immediately got up walking down on the pitch to Kenan.

The thing about Kenan is that he is determined to win, he gives his best and everyone knows and sees that. But if his team won’t cooperate that it gets worse for him. He gets mad at his colleagues and at his Coach, who for once didn’t put him into the first 11 starting lineup.

Although Kenan is a very optimistic person who life lightens up your moods he is the complete opposite when he looses.

As you passed soßen or fans who try to take pictures with you or your Autogramm, some even grab you by your arm, you continue ignoring them all. Knowing very well that if you’re not next to Kenan he will loose it at some point.

Jumping over the fence Kenan immediately walked up to you, the who of you walking faster and faster to reach each other more quickly.

As your arms wrapped around his neck he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Picking you up slightly as his arm wrapped around your waist he took in your scent.

You’re wearing his favourite perfume of yours. The two of you didn’t talk, just stood there.

You noticed that his grip around your waist got harder whether Portugal fans laughed at the Turkish national team. “Booing” them on, and making fun of the team.

Everyone in that stadium knew that if Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning the score would have looked different.

“Deep breaths” You whisper at Kenan.

Trying your best to calm him down you signalled to his Coach that the security should get the stadium cleaned out.

It’s not that Kenan is a weak person who stars crying when he losses it’s rather that he losses his temper when he looses.

He doesn’t allow himself to lose or fail at anything and when opponent fans get on his nerves he quickly jumps at them.

It happens once during a game of Juventus, media still suspects when Kenan will loose it again like a maniac.

After five more minutes standing like that the Stadium was quiet, no fans, no referees, no other players and no coaches in sight.

Kenan’s ears were covered by your arms because of the way you two hugged each other.

You slowly let go of him looking deep into his eyes.

“You did your best Kenan” you say, giving him a lovely smile.

He played just 30 minutes and that with Arda just playing 20 minutes beside him. What is he supposed to do 1 VS. 11 ?

“If I had played better during practice Coach would have put me in from the beginning” he walks towards the bench for substitute players, sitting down on it.

“You know that’s not true, it wasn’t your fault that you hurt yourself during practice even that shows how passionate you are about your sport” You stood on the pitch walking towards a football.

“EM 2024” was written on it.

Kenan looks up at you, smiling for the first time ever that day.

“Common 1 VS. 1” you say before passing the ball to Kenan.

Instantly getting up from the bench he throws you his jersey, you didn’t care if it was covered with sweat you still wore it.

A topless Kenan stood in front of you, abs showing perfectly.

The two of you started playing together. And although Kenan hates losing he loves losing to you.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about what other people are into, but I feel like if I were intimate with someone and they were being rude ‘in a sexy way’ or being a bit too rough; I’d cry.

I want a boy to be respectful of my boundaries and my body and go at my own pace. I want a boy who stops when I get too dysphoric to even want to be pleasured. I want a boy who is patient and kind and doesn’t shame me for struggling to be vulnerable.

I want a boy who doesn’t call me ‘good’ so many times that I feel sick, but I also don’t want him to not praise me at all. I want his lips against my skin, barely-there praises and whispers of affection. I want to feel like he loves all of me, even the struggling parts.

I’d want it to be slow, lazy kisses and wandering hands. I’d want it to be intimate and loving. We don’t need penetration every time to pleasure each other.

I’d respect him in return. He’s hesitating? We’re stopping. He’s too tired? We’re stopping. He’s still worked up, even when I told him I changed my mind and don’t want to do anything more anymore? I’m helping get him off and telling him how much I love and appreciate how attentive and understanding he is.