#it's okay to be sensitive 3

[leekimdramas]

It's Okay to Be Sensitive 3 Review

For a drama with this name, it really said it's actually NOT okay to be sensitive.

A story about four friends trying to navigate through life and issues. Dating life, being an idol trainee, worrying about your siblings.

I have also reviewed the second season: It's Okay To Be Sensitive 2 (Every season is told with different characters, so you can watch it without seeing previous ones)

This review will have spoilers because I just wanted to rant about how I disliked it.

This season disappointed me so much that I don't even know where to begin... I'm pretty sure, the writer was changed because I have no other explanation.

The first episode talks about a scandal in which an idol had sex with someone. It is a good topic, but the way they dealt with it, was just embarrassing.

This episode has two points of view: that it's okay and it is not... And we never got to learn if it IS right or wrong...

This drama did not have to spell it out for the viewers but the other seasons are all about learning. For example what is considered sexual harassment, how women feel in those situations etc.

In the previous ones, they also talked about feminism and how it is okay to be a feminist. However, this season we're not really sure anymore???

Yes, they did say, they're all feminists at the end of the episode but it doesn't teach viewers anything.

The viewers just see 4 friends saying: "Feminism is bad because my date said so..." A second later it's good because that's what the second male said...

"Oh, we also sometimes feel shamed! Let's be feminists!" What is this writing????

This is such a current topic in S. Korea and all around the world, so why not take the time to teach something?

My only favourite thing was the whole drama with the idol trainee who got a sex tape leaked. It also was deepfake (I think), which is also an interesting topic.

Another great episode was when they said that a girl shouldn't feel pressured to have sex. That episode seemed like the old seasons.

The characters of the drama were.... Not that great? My favourite was the traine Do Eun and the men were okay.

But Ah Young was the most annoying person ever... They're 26 (around that age) but she's acting like a 5-year-old. Mostly it is aegyeo that she's always doing but she also seems to not have any thoughts.

After all of this, you would think that maybe, friendship would fix a tiny bit. But I'm not sure they were even friends???

Back to the first episode topic... They have a friend who was in a similar scandal (an even worse one). Why as a friend bring it all up??Especially than one of them is advocating that idols should not even love someone.

They also don't know each other's Instagram which I found weird... Again THEY'RE FRIENDS.

These are just two situations but there are more... At this point, they might be just strangers.

To sum it all up, this was a terrible season. Maybe, if you haven't watched others, it might be alright. However, knowing what this drama is supposed to be, makes me angry.

Just get a new drama with a new name.

2/10

[fatuismooches]

Dottore and a sensitive s/o... agh.. knowing dottore (specifically omega) and how he can be sarcastic and mean at times. Tearing up when he says something slightly rude or in a certain manner to them. Or when he raises his voice just so slightly. This is out of character for dottore but just imagine him doing this unconsciously, or out of frustration when a dose of said cure has failed.

You had long become accustomed to hearing Dottore's remarks in the Akademiya. It had taken some getting used to, seeing how blunt he could be, but after some time you were able to see it as more entertaining rather than truly mean. You still felt the same even after you woke up after so long. In fact, perhaps you missed it after being away for a few centuries. However, after a while, it seemed that your once confident nature began to dwindle.

You're blessed with a lot of things, but you're also cursed with other things. It feels like you have a world of problems on you sometimes. You don't want to deal with things that hurt you even more, self-esteem already suffering. Now that he was older, he had no need for brash comments. Dottore could carefully weave his words to hit you where it hurts, having no need to be direct. Which, can arguably hurt more than just him being straight up.

You know that it's dumb for you to have such a reaction to it. But subtle remarks or rudeness don't help your already shaky state, even if you know deep down he doesn't genuinely mean it. All rationality seems to leave you as soon as you hear that tone. All the calmness you've been keeping up as a front. You don't want to be sensitive, to start a fuss over something this small, but you can't help it. You already know you're a burden, but you don't want to hear it.

Dottore notices the slight shift in your expression the first few times, but he doesn't dwell on it too much - you can handle it, he assumes, you have before, what has changed? And if you have a problem, surely you know you can just say it. He trusts you to speak your mind. It's not until he actually sees you cry that he realizes that perhaps his words have far more of an impact than he initially intended.

He doesn't want you to think you're an inconvenience to him, because you aren't, and never will be. And so he is at a loss as to what to do - apologize? He could, but he doesn't think it would mean much, considering the state you've probably been in for a while. Say he'll never do it again? A lie wouldn't do you any good either. He thinks he understands your brain but there are times he is proven utterly wrong. And so he resorts to what he seems to always end up doing - silently holding you until you're exhausted.

He knows he's not a gentle or tender lover. He's not the sweet one you've always desired (despite your firm statements that you would choose him over anyone else). But for you, he'll try his best to show you his love, because you deserve that, at the very least, right?

[ccuniculusmolestus]

What TSH ships say about u (CRACK POST)

Winterbunny- probably has mommy/daddy issues, that one friend that needs professional help lowkey, Also. Aannoying. (THIS EXCLUDES ME .... OF COURSE.)

Richard/Henry- fatal Mary Sue syndrome 

Francis/Charles- okay masochisttt i see you 😍😍😍

Camilla/Charles - ………… 

Richard/Camilla - desperate af 

Henry/Cam - only care about characters you can self-insert and project on, also thinks that idolizing lana del rey is a valid, unique personality trait

Bunny/Marion- probably a conservative, also not very sociable/is socially awkward 

Judy/Cam - that one friend thats too woke, lowkey delusional, can’t handle complex perspectives and everything is “rainbows and sunshine/ :3!!!!!!!”

Richard/Francis - has anyone you’ve ever loved EVER loved you back? (😔😔)

Francis/Priscilla- hates gay people (omg francis grandpa core👴❤)

Julian/Henry- do you like father/son ships? Or ships that are okay because they’re gay but if they were hetero you’d throw up and cry? 

Richard/Judy - the sort of person to hate you behind your back but be like “omg love your skirt” to your face (okkkk walmart regina georgeee!)

Bunny/Judy - likes to pretend they’re unique asf, but purposely goes against trends just to stand out (stop trying to make fetch happen btw)

Francis/Henry - probably bitchy AF…well, you like to think of yourself that way. But you can’t even place your order without stuttering 

[fleabagdiaz]

NO I WILL NOT zip my lips. it’s actually sossoosooso crazy that tommy calls buck evan. like. that’s not his name!!!! the people who know him call him BUCK. this is not even subtext it is TEXT. and I will never find it cute that tommy does it. I have never even found it cute when eddie does it in fics!!!! because it’s NOT his name!!! it is representative of a person to whom he no longer feels a strong connection, it is a name to which he no longer feels a strong connection. because everyone in his life that loves him calls him buck. and it’s actually kind of fucked up to me that he’s like having this journey of queer self-discovery or whatever. and it’s tied to this guy that insists on calling him by a different name than every other important person in his life. like is that not weird to. certain individuals. ? his first queer relationship being dissociated from the name that he has said people who know him call him? like it’s sequestered from the rest of him, rather than being a part of the whole person that he is??? I don’t like it!!!!!! at allllllll!!!!!!!!

[brionysea]

the imaginary world where I actually write my stranger things fic ideas is so beautiful

[jackass-jones]

To also go off of the point about cop!akihiko being annoying to me I gotta say that Akihiko as a character is very hit or miss with me because of how different adaptations of p3 will subtly alter his character. I felt like in portable with the femc route he comes off best, he’s a bit of a hothead with an obsession with fighting, but he’s overcompensating his strength so he doesn’t feel as weak and helpless as he’s been in many situations. He defines strength in a very literal sense, being physically strong and using that to protect others, but he’s lacking in emotional strength as a result. And in particular in this version I think he’s portrayed as a bit more goofy and sweet in a sense. He cares deeply for you as a friend and leader but he struggles with finding the words to describe how he feels. Hes kinda naive and gullible and has trouble noticing his surroundings. He has no clue what he’s doing but his heart is in the right place. I think he just comes off much more human and he has flaws, many many flaws, and that makes him all the more lovable

But then in other adaptations and spinoffs it’s like. They look at him through some hetero male bullshit filter and seem to view him as a lot more admirable and cool. Like in p3 dancing, theres literally an event where he’s talking with Junpei and Minato and they’re gushing about how perfect Akihiko is and how he doesn’t seem to have ANY flaws at all. And it becomes clear his inability to flirt with women just gets added as a way to make sure you, the Straight Male Player, don’t get insecure being next to such Perfection because at the end of the day, you’re still more charming and sexy than he will ever be because you’re better. It’s a “flaw” that’s only there to shield a sensitive male ego. And then in arena I mean, come on. He’s overly beefy and is a damn cop and travels the world and loves Protein™️ it’s his whole personality and he’s so clearly meant to be seen as hot but like, he’s just some shitty hetero male fantasy. Hes what the writers deem to be a Perfect Man that every guy wishes he could be, but don’t worry he’s still bad with women so you don’t gotta worry about him stealing your property- I mean, girlfriend!

And though I’ve not played reload and don’t really plan to anytime soon, judging from his social episodes they seem to have a similar problem. Akihiko comes off as a lot less approachable, like the year age gap is just too much of a barrier to get to know him properly. And he doesn’t have that dorky sweetness he has in portable, he’s just that perfect hetero male fantasy guy and don’t you fucking worry- he still has his protein powder with him

[spotaus]

Feeling the urge to play around with designs again for fun.... I need to stop making ocs....

Anyways, a Sci varient that has an Outertale energy to him? Like, comes from that timeline/a similar one? Instead of Gaster, he was momentarily ejected from his universe. Just long enough that he was able to enter another and meet a different version of Alphys, before his Gaster + company were able to locate and pull him back into his own universe.

Now he can shortcut out of his universe by mistake, and end up in another one! Usually it doesn't last long, his folks bring him back once they realize he's missing, but each time he gets that much more curious! (God-forbid he ends up in a hostile AU. So far it's only been peaceful ones!) He usually ends up arriving close to someone he knows in his own universe (Alphys, Gaster, Papyrus, etc.) Which is why he's never seen another version of himself. They're always conveniently missing. He's pulled back before anyone can take him to his alternate self! He's so sick of not knowing if he exists! Well, he knows there are others, but he literally never sees them! He wants to know!!!

I think I'd name him after a constellation or his ability to universe-hop, but that's up to me to figure out later lmao.

[choccorin]

i don't think i'll have a new friend group this school year . . .

[mecharose]

i may be flying too close to the sun using tumblr as my diary and im not gonna get into a whole rant about the adhd thing im not. but like. why anyone would want to remove credit from themselves as like. a person. i cannot fathom. with ADHD things are hard but many of them are not impossible!

[leslie057]

tonight im thinking about how jonathan is soooo far from being an unsupportive boyfriend (so pls dont ever call him that i will call the tv show comprehension police)!! his gf literally used the phrase “jonathan byers pep talk” as in—i really don’t need one right now just drive faster, as in—you affirm me so much that it [almost] annoys me

[sysig]

Looking his very best, as much as he can anyhow (Patreon)

[thegirlinthedirtyshirtmp3]

tagged by @harddaysnite <3

this took so long lol i wish i had a shorter url

talk tonight - oasis

help! - the beatles

every day is exactly the same - nine inch nails

get him back! - olivia rodrigo

i hate myself for loving you - joan jett & the blackhearts

read my mind - the killers

lost in the supermarket - the clash

i am not a robot - marina and the diamonds

neon forest - iggy pop

talking to yourself - carly rae jepsen

humility - gorillaz

eyes without a face - billy idol

doctor my eyes - jackson browne

is it really so strange? - the smiths

romantic comedy - stars

temptation - new order

you get what you give - new radicals

sylvia - pulp

holy mountain - noel gallagher’s high flying birds

i melt with you - modern english

red wine supernova - chappell roan

tender - blur

madison - orla gartland

portrait of a dead girl - the last dinner party

30 minute break - the luka state

i want to state for the record that i deliberately didn’t include the girl in the dirty shirt that wasn’t just a comical oversight

tagging @habitualvoyeur @liamgallaghermpreg @shakrrmakrr @sallycinnamons @angelontheatrain

feel free to ignore this if you’ve already done it or just don’t want to!

[teddybeartoji]

my friend… ok full admission i was stalking ur sae posts HELP SORRY BUT I CANT BELIEVE U DIDNT USED TO LIKE HIM OMG MICKEY LORE https://www.tumblr.com/teddybeartoji/768979092988215296/didnt-he-say-in-some-interview-that-his-favourite?source=share

GASDHASGDASHGDGHASHGDGS WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL . i don't think i can say that i 'like' him now eithergsahdhgasghdghas this is.. a... horrible.... crush.............. if anything okay................... BECAUSEE i have some big issues with him alright.. i HATEEE how he is with rin and i don't think i will ever get over that lmao this is some older sibling beef i have a younger brother too we have abt the same age diff as they have and man you couldn't pay me to say things like that to him even as a joke😭😭😭 and even if he does have his reasons for it . i don't care that was way too fucking meanahsgdghsahdgsa

THENNNNNNNNNNNNNN I DON'T LIKE HOW NON-CHALANT HE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S OFF-PUTTING TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hgsadhsahgdhsgagdhas cora pls don't take this as me mmm bashing him necessarily like i need you to know that i will always cheer for you and him i hope he makes you so happyhgasdghasghdhagsdhg i just . need to kill him a few times...............................

[gaygirlruby]

this is inspired by marí's ruby blood-play fic !! it's sosoo good please read it if you haven't already >3> !!!!! i've been thinking about drinking ruby's blood from a gash on her thigh non-stop ...

!! Minors dni !!

content: ruby/reader, blood-play, blood-drinking, reader's kinda a sadist but it's ok rubys into it ^_^, dom-ish reader, reader is both sex and gender neutral, not much sex actually happens but this is sex To Me #bloodfreaklaurenrights, 2k words

   "Settle down."

    Ruby pushes you down against the bed, hands tangled in your hair to wrench you off her neck. Her voice is stern, unyielding, but you know her well enough to understand it for what it is.

    She's a little roughed up from whatever it is she does when she's not with you, the smoke sizzling beneath her skin just barely audible to your sensitive ears. It's been too long- long enough that her presence sent your mind buzzing and your hands working faster than your brain, at least, pressing yourself up against her, mouth finding the curve of her neck. You're not quite as high maintainence as Lucifer's perfect vessel and she knows that, but she still plays along, lets you have a little more than you really need-

    "I said watch it. You know you can't leave marks. You bite so hard my healing can't keep up, you dog."

    -usually, that is. Sometimes she makes you fight for it, tone too bratty for her own good, her skin rippling with excitement when she sees that dangerous glint in your eye, makes you force her under you, pinning her to the sheets to take, take, take, until she's got nothing left to give.

"What, and the winchester girl doesn't? Your wrist's her favorite chew-toy. It's always mangled." She huffs at the way you gnash your teeth, trying to nuzzle back against her collarbone, the borrowed skin raw and red and glistening with your saliva. You pout when her hands tighten in your hair- a warning- looking up at her through your lashes, "You've got to tell her off sometimes, you know. Even dogs you can train. Or muzzle."

"Glass houses, babe. It's you who needs to be kept on a leash." Ruby lets your hair go, only to shrug her jacket off and place her arm in front of you, an offering. She snorts, undignified and loud yet making your insides squirm all the same, "knowing you, you'd just chew through it. Maybe putting you down is better."

    She never bothers to clean the dried blood off (she has you for that, after all), wounds looking angry and dark, red painted all over like blush.  You look down at her arm, contemplative.

    You think of your lips plush against her flesh, re-opening the scar that's barely scabbed over beneath your teeth. You think of shoving your finger beneath the gore, ripping the wound at the seams, just to make her flinch, just to see more of that pretty red. You think of smearing it over her cheeks and lips, forcing her jaw open, your thumb holding down her tongue, and telling her to lick you clean.

    She catches your gaze, brows furrowing, waving her arm in front of your face as if to catch your attention, "It's not like you've never done worse. Hey, fetch."

    You think of how you hadn't been the one to cut her open, lips that aren't your own sucking her dry, and your mood sours.

    "I'm not having anyone's leftovers." You frown, and she opens her mouth to say something- something snarky and stupid that'd just make you want to shut her up faster, most likely, but your hand on her thigh, grip firm, gives her pause. You eye her intently, fingers twitching over the belt that holds her knife.

    Static fizzles across the air. She's stronger than you, you both know it. She could pull away from you just fine, could have you drink from some rando she picks off the street and be done with it, could leave you feverish and sick and out of your mind from withdrawal, if she really wanted to.

    All she does is lean the slightest bit into your touch, her skin growing flushed beneath your palm. You bite back a smile.

    Your hands smooth down her leg, finding the dagger strapped against the curve of her thigh easily enough. Unsheathing it makes her grow restless, dipping her head so she can press her mouth against yours, hot and wet and sweet. Ruby always kisses you like she's starved for it, like she's trying to eat you alive. She bites at your lip hard enough to split it open, that metallic tang flooding the space between you, and you wonder if she can taste you flooding her veins the same way you taste her.

    Tugging her jeans off is a hassle when you're this worked up, fingers trembling in anticipation as you fumble with the zipper. She's unhelpful as always, telling you to "slow down- what?- no, you can't just cut these open, do you know how hard it is to find jeans I actually like-", which you find very inconsiderate to your frantic state. You kiss her again just to keep her quiet.

    "I'll buy you new ones." You murmur against her lips, her jeans scuffed up from your clawing and thrown somewhere on the dingy floor.

She hums, amused, "Oh, what a gentleman. I'm sure the greasy receipts trashed in your wallet will cover it."

 "God- whatever, I'll steal them, just-"

    You peck the corner of her lips again for good measure before you make your descent, arms propping you up on either side of her hips. You give her the meanest glare you can manage while you're kneeling, face practically smushed against her stomach, and all she does is laugh, unflattering and melodic and lovely- "shut up. You're making it very hard to remember why I missed you."

    Now that seems to do the trick. Her laughter trails off like a wisp, something strange passing across her face you can never seem to decipher, gone before you know it. She pushes you by your shoulders further down, till your head reaches past her torso.

    "Miss me or miss my blood?"

You snake your fingertips against her thigh, feather-light and uncharacteristically gentle, following an indistinguishable path in search of where she's most sensitive, watching, waiting.....

    "Can't it be both?"

    Her skin quivers when you reach the spot where her thigh and pelvis meet, a violent shiver wracking up her spine, and you're quick to slice.

    The noise she makes is lost to the rush of blood in your ears, eyes following the way the red takes a second too long to bead and trickle down her leg, staining the mattress. Just seeing it is enough to make you salivate. Though your brain is fuzzy, you don't miss the way her boxers dampen just within your vision.

    Your tongue finds the drop that's making its way down, tracing its path back to the root. You lap at the blood that's overflowing from beneath the cut, little kitten licks peppered all around the inflamed skin. Ruby's thighs tighten around your head, calf kicking your back to nudge you forwards. Your tongue clucks, "so bossy."

    

    You close your eyes, press your mouth against her, and feast.

    The heady taste of hers floods your senses, a drop of ink diffusing through your veins, makes you dazed with need and satisfication all at once.

It cuts through to your basal instincts, spreads throughout your body until every part of you is aching for her, makes you bare your teeth and drink till you're full, and she gives it all so easily, her blood spilling right into you. You could spend the rest of your life right here, you think.

    You're so close you can smell her all around you, face nuzzled between her legs. Your cheek bumps against her clit through the fabric with every swipe of your tongue upwards, her fingers in your hair trying to shove you into place, but she's shaky, more focused on holding in her sweet little sighs, and you don't budge. You hum, trying to think through the haze- should you indulge her tonight?

    You lean back, thumbing over her happy trail before hooking a finger into her boxer shorts, pulling them down. You nip at her hip before she can scold you for staining them with blood, "if you say please, I'll eat you out."

    "Fuck off. What am I, posh?" Ruby scoffs, scowling like she's unaffaceted, but you know better. "You're the one who should be thanking me. I'm not getting anything out of this."

    You shrug, swinging one of her legs over your shoulder. "Suit yourself."

    Your mouth is back at the gash on her inner-thigh, but your focus is solely on Ruby now, your body attuned to every reaction from her you can catch. You're being purposefully slow and soft with your touches, kissing around the wound and licking into it and drinking it up the way you would her pussy, the heat and pain blending together seamlessly into pleasure, but never getting close enough to where she needs you most.

   "F-fuck, you're such a tease. Just get on with it already." She huffs out, breaths heavy and fast-paced. You know she's getting impatient now, hips squirming beneath you so bad you have to hold her down. You use your teeth to reprimand her, biting at the edges of the cut where it's barely started to scab over, but it only makes her needier.

    She gasps, trembles, whines and keens, but she doesn't once plead. Holding onto the final remnants of her pride, as if you can't see her get wetter, can't feel her shake and twitch against you. Cute.

    "You can change your mind whenever you want." You smile, blow a little cool air onto her glistening pussy, watch her skin ripple and her cunt tighten, "Just one word, Ruby. You know I can keep doing this forever if I have to."

    She stares down at you, hesitation keeping her hands still, teeth worrying at her lip. Just as you're wondering how long she'll keep this up, how many times you'll have to edge her, she breaks. "Fine- fuck, fine. Please."

    She grits it out with too much sarcasm for your liking, but you let her off the hook, just this once. Your fingers find her slit, swiping through her lips and spreading the wetness all over, the noise loud and obscene. Though she tries not to, she practically preens under your utterance of "good girl", and you're reminded of just how gorgeous she looks melting because of the pleasure.

    "Lift your shirt up f'r me," you mumble, cheek pressing into the meat of her thigh, eyes trained on her, the rest of the world growing fuzzy. She's all you care about- her blown out pupils, the sweat tracking down her forehead, her kiss-swollen lips, the love-bites scattered over her collarbone- the effect you have on her. The heat is making you woozy, molding you into something more tender, "Wanna see you."

    Her immediate obedience has you cooing, eyes tracking the goose-bumps rising over her chest, her hair sweeping over her shoulders like a water-fall. You're quick to reward her, too, fingers finally pressing against her clit, circling the little bud just the way she likes, bordering on just a little too rough.

    "I like this vessel." You lift yourself upwards so you can kiss her again, messier now with the blood slicking up your lips and her moaning openly into your mouth, your fingers never slowing down, "You're so much more sensitive like this. So good for me."

    She gives a full-body shudder, choking on a whine. Her clit twitches under you, cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing, her wetness dripping onto the bed-sheets. It takes you a few seconds (and her hips frantically grinding away from you) to realise what happened.

    You laugh. She kicks at you, embarrassed.

    "That was quick, even for you." You tease, and the way she turns her face away from you has you laughing even harder. "What was that about you 'not getting anything out of this'? Cuz' I think you got off just fine."

    "Shut up. I hate you. Get away."

    "Hey, I take it as a compliment." You're still snickering when she finally turns back to you, and you find your favorite spot within that space between her neck and collarbone again. "It's proof I made you feel good."

    "I'm like some fucking teenage boy getting his first kiss, it's ridiculous." Ruby's voice is petulant, and you don't know how to make her understand you find it hot as fuck, so you settle for sliding your body over hers, finding her hands and putting them on your hips. She hums, smirking, "Think you could last any longer once I have my way with you?"

    "I dunno, can I?" Your voice is playful, and you're both back to playing that little game- letting her think she has control while she grapples for it, throwing biting words till one of you yields to the other.

    "I bet I could make you cum in half that time." Ruby says, thumb rubbing over your lip to clean the blood still lingering. She's always more affectionate after this, body moving on it's own as she touches you all over, trying to map out every inch of your skin with her fingertips.

You know it's probably just the blood-loss, but you like to think it's because she's got a bit of a soft spot for you, too.

[quietlyblooms]

my character flaw is knowing i have things i owe that will help me expel the intense urge to write fluff but still thinking " should i reblog a meme?? offer starters?? " like my inbox and drafts don't exist

[glassphinix]

i've been a busy boy (spoken w the same vibe as that one garfield 9/11 comic)