#sometimes i have thoughts and feelings ok

[brandyoxo]

(nsfw, sugar daddy levi! X sugar baby reader)

(Reader is a teasing slut hhhhh)

You’ve known Levi since the third month you came to LA to study for a master’s degree.

At that time, you still did part time job and tried to afford part of the fee by yourself, reliving the burden on your parents.

Fortunately, you met Levi.

Yes, fortunately.

Since then, it’s been 3 years. He helps you a lot, in finance, in life, sometimes you think he’s like your mentor or benefactor….except the truth that you two will fuck.

At first, it’s more like a routine, and you would be the one that mentioned you could give him a head or let him relive his need on you.

But now, don’t know if it’s because this relationship lasts longer than you two thought, it’s kind of….casual now.

Like exactly now, he picked you up after you finished your work, and you teased his thigh by your left hand.

Levi frowns and side eyes you.

You chuckle, “What?”

“Take your hand off me.”

You shrug and take your hand off me, which lets Levi sighs in relief. But as the moment your hand leaves, two hands unbutton your own skirt.

Levi scoffs, “Shit, don’t do anything stupid.”

“What? I’m busy these days, and we haven’t seen since two weeks ago ! Pleasing myself is normal.”

You say as you put your legs on the front of the seat, spread it open and use fingers to tease your throbbing clit.

Levi almost wants to close his eyes.

“That’s dangerous…..”

You smile and take one of his hand, use his fingers and slide in yourself. Levi doesn’t protest, and he adds more fingers in your slit.

“Ahhh…it feels so good….”

Levi pushes his fingers in and out, but his gaze is still paying attention to the front. “How’s your work going? Looks like you’re under lots of pressure.”

You let him pumps in you faster, and you throw your head back and moaning.

“Ahhh….not good tho….oh…shit….deeper…ahh…”

“What’s going on?”

Levi’s fingers move faster and deeper, you fidget on the seat, while your toes start curling.

“Fuck….ahhh…..ahhh…”

Levi presses your clit by his thumb, and you reach the peak and pant.

“Oh my god…..”

Levi pulls his fingers out. “Tissues.”

You side eye him and pout. “Am I that dirty?”

“Yes, you are,” Levi looks at you when the last red light which just in front of his house flashes. “So only I can fix you.”

You smile to his words, and you pick up your skirt, while he’s parking.

Both of you get used to each other, you think. But you two still stay the sugar daddy and baby relationship, which means he will still pay you money for sex.

But somehow you don’t like that.

Yes, being with Levi is fortunate. But falling in love with him is unfortunate.

He’s an excellent person. You won’t look down on yourself, but the truth is he’s too good.

Tonight you want to talk about this with him. Either ending this relationship, or……you want to date him officially.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks you when he unlock the door.

“Oh…” you rub your belly.

“Haven’t?” Levi holds the door for you, “What do you want to eat, spaghetti?”

“Ok, thank you.” You reply.

Levi takes off his coat, he usually wears suit and tie, and he will pull off his tie, and the buttons on his chest will be unbuttoned, which looks very sexy.

You look at him, a muscular man is heaven to you.

He starts making food, and you sit on the kitchen island behind him.

When he turns around to get the ingredients, you spread your thigh open and pull him between.

His hand still on the ingredient beside you, although his eyes can’t take off from your face.

You lower your head to kiss him, he releases the ingredients and pulls you closer, pressing your head.

His tongue takes away the breath in your chest, his teeth nips your lower lips. You can’t breathe, and he moves his lips to your neck, leaving open-lips kiss on it.

“Let me cook for you, alright?”

He looks at you. You pout to him.

“I…..I have something to tell you, before you do this sweet thing for me.”

Levi surprises a bit.

“What? You want to buy something?”

“No…” you roll your eyes. “I….i just want to end this kind of…relationship?”

Levi freezes. But his hands are still on your thigh and head.

“I��m sorry, but I break the rules.” You continue, “I fall in love with you. But you can’t blame me for this, you’re too damn attractive —“

“But you want to end this now?” Levi says.

You can’t stop the heart beating.

“Yes. But I want to ask something else from you…” you look at him, “….what if we date officially?I mean, if you don’t want that’s okay, after all you’re brilliant,you totally deserve better than me —“

He cuts you off by crashing to your lips. The impact makes you fall behind, and he pulls you beneath him, kisses you intensely that you can’t even think.

Levi parts your thighs apart, and his unbuttons your skirt again, throwing that away.

His hand squeezes the inner side of your thigh.

You pant and whine in his mouth.

Levi let’s go of your mouth.

“I’m glad you’re the one who brings this up.”

His eyes get darker. “I don’t have that fucking gut to ask you about this.”

Your eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

He nuzzles his face in your neck, murmuring, “Doesn’t matter.”

You cup his face and grin. “You love me too?”

Levi’s hand slowly pulls your panties down. His gaze is full of lust and need now. “I’m so into you.”

You smile a little after he said that.

You grasp his muscular arm that stay on the counter, “Levi…..don’t cook now, cook later.”

Levi nips your jawline, “I am not in that mood now when you stay like this.”

You laugh and wrap your legs around his waist. Levi uses on hand unbelt his pants, his gaze still locks on you, you stick your tongue out and lick your lower lips.

He can feel his dick get harder, it hurts.

If you don’t stop him, he has to bare this pain and cook your dinner, even has to wait for you finishing dinner, then he could fuck you.

But now, it’s getting simple.

“Missionary? Backshot ?” You take off your upper clothes and use his hand to play with your tits.

You didn’t get the answer. Levi holds your hips and thrusts into you with no hesitation.

You moan. “Oh…daddy always likes to fuck in missionary first….”

Levi lowers his body and kisses you. Your moan is swallowed by him, as his pace gets faster and deeper into you, you push his chest.

“Ahhh….fuck….”

He pulls his hips back slightly before slamming forward again, stretching you wider around his thick dick.

“Look at me.”

He demands, his hands tightening around your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, forcing himself even deeper inside you.

You open your eyes and bite your lips, your cute little tits up and down because of the movements.

“Yes…yes…”

“……this pussy is made for me, hmm?” His hips piston in and out, hitting places inside you that make you moan out. He's too big, too thick. He can feel your innocence tearing, your pussy struggling to adjust to his size. “Damn it...”

You start to roll your hip.

His eyes widen as you start to move your hips, meeting his thrusts. “Oh, fuck...” He picks up the pace, his thick length sliding in and out of your tight hole.

Your hips move faster, taking him deeper. He grabs your hips harder, slamming into you. The ingredients fall to the ground loudly.

You can’t stop moaning and feeling the pleasure building in your lower belly.

He hits your deepest spot, making your body jolt.

“Oh fuck…Levi….”

A dark, pleased smile spreads across his face. He starts to pound into you mercilessly, his thick cock stretching and filling you completely. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen. He leans over you, his muscular body caging you in.

“My little doll, your hole only gets wet because of me,” He reaches under you, cupping your ass and squeezing hard. “It’s been how many…shit…how many years? You still….fuck….so fucking tight….still belong to me.”

You can’t answer him, your hands grasp the rim of the counter. You’re moaning with sobbing because of the pleasure.

He spreads your cheeks wider, his thick length pushing deeper inside you. He can feel you getting closer, your little body tensing up.

He growls in your ear, “Look at me, baby. I want to see your face when you finally break and come on my dick.”

You open your watery eyes, meeting his gray eyes, “Oh…fuck…I’m cumming….babe…oh…you fuck me so well…”

He spreads your legs wider, hitting deeper. He sees your small body tighten again. He knows you're close. He adds two thick fingers to your clit, rubbing hard.

You arch your back with moan.

His fingers move faster, rubbing your sensitive nub in tight circles. He pins your lower back down with his other hand, hitting that spot inside you again and again.

“Holy….”

Your body convulses, your small frame shaking as you finally lose control. You scream in ecstasy, your pussy clamping down on his thick cock as you cum.

You almost see the heaven at that time.

Levi groans and pulls himself out and release on your tits.

He leans down and hugs you in his arms tightly.

You two can’t cool down from that pleasure in a moment.

He kisses your sweaty neck.

“I’ll cook dinner for you later.”

[busket]

putting this post underwater not because I disagree with it but because I wanted to talk about my own comic and it felt self centered to go off in a reblog, and I couldn't fit it all into the tags lol

my comic Unicorn Hunted is about haelan being hunted and persecuted for being transgender. that's what it's about. BUT it's under the allegory of him being under a unicorn curse. he exists between two worlds, half man half unicorn, but he insists he is still human, he's still a man. some characters hate him because he's a man who killed a unicorn, (sorry but Gwendolyn is meant to represent a radfem) and some characters just fully see him as a unicorn and want to use him (misgendering and/or fetishizing). some characters are so intensely jealous of him that they lash out in violence. these are things I've experienced as a trans man. but I didn't want to make a fantasy story about a man experiencing run of the mill transphobia because I love magic and fantasy

I feel like for people to understand the hurt and the absurdity of transphobia, you might need to reframe it sometimes. readers might read about Gwen being enamored and worshipping of women to the point of violence against haelan and think "hell yeah girl power" but if i reframe it as her worshipping unicorns to the point of violence against haelan, readers instead correctly thought "oh my god, she's fucking crazy!"

I can more accurately portray how dysphoria feels to cis people when haelan is not dysphoric about his chest, his hips, but instead he has to worry about hiding a horn, a tail, long animal ears. these things make him stand out, they go against his very identity as a human, and he never knows who's able to see them and recognize what they mean.

and also I don't think fantasy stories need to have the same real world bigotries, because they're so arbitrary. there's no reason why a society needs to be transphobic, because it's all made up. I think transphobia does exist in unicorn hunted but to a lesser extent. haelan and sybil do hide the fact that they're both trans but its more because they just want to be recognized for who they are, not because they fear backlash. and transphobia is so easy to mark a villain. you make any character say "ugh, you're really a woman?!" and you instantly know that character is a jackass

ok thanks for listening to me yap about my comic hehe

[alicewritingstories]

Febuwhump Day 1: Vocal Chords

Central Character: Wild

Warnings: Injury

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With the last of the monsters dead, Time ran over and dropped to his knees next to Twilight and Wild. He didn't know how the champion had been hurt, but he was clutching frantically at his throat, curled up in a ball on the grass.

"Wild!" cried Twilight, trying to pull his mentee onto his back. "What's wrong?"

Hyrule and Warriors had also run over. At a word from Warriors, Sky started to pull Twilight aside.

"Let them work," he said softly. "Come on, just give them some space."

Hyule slipped a glowing hand between Wild's hunched shoulder and his jaw and for a moment everything was still. Then Hyrule relaxed with something between a sigh and a grimace.

"Wild, it's just a bruise!" he exclaimed.

"It can't be just a bruise," said Twilight, glaring sidelong at Hyrule. "Wild, what's wrong?"

Wild let out a panicked whimper. His breathing was quick and frantic.

"OK, Wild, calm down, it's OK," said Time. "Let Warriors take a look at your throat."

Gradually, between them, they got Wild to uncurl enough for Warriors to pry his hands clear and look at his throat. Time tilted his head to see and winced in sympathy as he saw the dark, bruised line across Wild's throat. The teen's breathing was still panicked and there were tears spilling from under his tightly-closed eyelids as he clutched at the bruise again.

"I need to see it, Wild," said Warriors, once again pulling his hand away and feeling at the discolored flesh.

"Wild, it's OK," said Twilight gently, exchanging a confused look with Time and Warriors. "Breathe, OK?" He helped Wild sit up, propped against his chest. "Breathe with me."

"Hyrule, can you heal that?" asked Warriors, nodding at the bruise. "You're right; it is just a bruise, but it's deep and we don't want it to swell any more than it already has."

Hyrule was also looking more serious as it became clear just how much distress Wild was in and he carefully laid a softly-glowing hand on Wild's bruised throat. After a moment, he frowned and leaned in a little, focussing a little more, and a moment later Wild took a deeper, easier breath.

Hyrule drew back with a wince. "Sorry," he said. "It was deep; that must have hurt."

Wild was starting to calm down as Twilight continued to coach his breathing and he said, "Thanks," and let out a quick, uneasy sob.

"You're OK," said Twilight, looking at Time with clear confusion.

Time was confused too. This wasn't just pain or even the panic of finding himself unable to breathe cleanly; this was real fear.

"Wild," he said, kneeling down next to the others. "Wild, what happened? What's wrong?"

Wild took another shuddering breath. "I… thought I'd lost… my voice again."

"Again?" echoed Twilight.

Wild nodded, rubbing tears from his eyes. "I… in all my memories… I never talked. Zelda says… I did sometimes… but… I just remember…" He was calming down now and looked down, starting to go red. "Sorry, I… it was just… a spear shaft across the throat. Not actually that bad."

"But you thought your vocal chords were ruined?" guessed Time.

"I couldn't talk," murmured Wild. "And… I got really scared for a moment…" His breath hiccupped and he hunched down. "Sorry."

[xaytheloser]

Obsessed! Rung Relationship Headcanons!

warnings: Obsessive thoughts, no specified continuity, Rung is being mean to himself:(,racially ambiguous reader, possible ooc?? note: I recommend you read this fic I wrote first about obsessed!Rung so you get a little more context :33 /nf

-after MONTHS of silent and painful yearning, somehow, SOMEHOW, you two became an item.

-you were the first to confess, of course, he would never actually have the confidence to confess to you. mostly because he felt like he would put to much pressure on you. he would never want to force you into anything you felt uncomfortable doing. you don't deserve that.

-he's the classic overly-doting partner, he's ALWAYS checking in on you. are you ok? are you hungry? thirsty? are you tired? do you need to lay down? no? are you sure?

-yes, he can be overbearing at times, but never enough that it makes a tension between you two. you think it's sweet, as you gently kiss his cheek and tell him that you are absolutely fine, and how much you appreciate he cares.

-he's so gentle with you, making sure every physical touch between you two is comfortable, the last thing he wants is to make you stressed...

-this doesn't change when you two are alone, he LOVES showing his affection through physical touch, even if it's just a gentle servo on your shoulder.. he melts into your touch, feeling all the weight and responsibility on him simply melt away..

-you two just lie in your now shared berth, embracing each other like you two are the only living beings left in the universe, you can hear his spark softly hum in his chassis...

-oh, how he wishes sometimes how it could be like this forever, to just stay with you in his arms, protecting you, caring for you... loving you.

-he doesn't know what he'd do without you...

[vonbabbitt]

So no hate or anything, but I feel like you may be overworked? Cause people pointing out videos were in the wrong order isnt "shoving it down your throat". No one else can see what people send in your ask box but you so we dont know that 1000 others told you about the error.

People were just trying to help because it is kinda important that releases are put out in the intended order. But mistakes can happen and that's ok. It just feels a bit off to blame people who were trying to help you. No one was shoving it down your throat, or at least the ask you chose to respond to didnt.

I love Tetro and think you're an incredible writer but I dont like how you treat the fandom sometime. Please consider taking a break cause I think it might be getting to you.

why do you openly acknowledge that you dont see the messages people send me and then say that nobody was shoving it down my throat?? you have no idea what was said to me lmao

anon with all due respect people in this fandom have literally threatened to rape me before so i feel like im allowed to occasionally be in a slightly bad mood

i did not blame anyone? i quite openly took responsibility for the issue being my own fault. i just asked that people stop spamming my ask box over a single mistake that ultimately didnt affect much because the episodes were already only five minutes apart and are still numbered correctly.

as always this is my personal blog. this is not my tetro PR blog. this is not my tetro interaction blog. this is my personal von blog and im allowed to post about my thoughts and feelings on my personal von blog. i appreciate the tetro fans massively but i do not owe the tetro fandom anything more than i have already provided. if you dont like how i treat the fandom you are welcome to stop seeking out my personal blog to see what im saying and doing

[burningembers91]

After Hours - Park Gyeong-Won x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Driving you Crazy

Synopsis: A late night trip to the hospital gym results in an accident, one that brings you closer to Park Gyeong-Won and threatens to expose your growing feelings.

The hospital hallways were dark and quiet. The stillness was eerie, a stark contrast the halls that were filled with bustling crowds scurrying back and forth during the daylight hours. Park Gyeong-Won enjoyed the silence that came with night shifts. He liked the quiet, relished in the blissful peace that accompanied the darkened hallways.

He approached the gymnasium door, hoping to squeeze a quick workout in before the inevitable chaos of the trauma centre commenced. Exercise helped him think, helped ground him when he felt stressed.

Pushing open the doors, he was surprised to find a solitary figure jogging on the treadmill. How hypocritical, he smiled to himself as you ran on the equipment that you had stressed was strictly for patient use only. Your black leggings and red sports bra showed off your figure, your headphones blocking out the sound of his arrival.

You were in your own little world, so focused on your run that you didn’t notice his presence. Gyeong-Won watched you, watched the way your feet pounded against the belt of the treadmill, your breath thick and fast as your run intensified. You looked stunning, every curve accentuated in your workout gear and for a moment he forgot that you spent most days irritating him to distraction.

Your head turned, and you glimpsed Gyeong-Won out of the corner of your eye. You screamed, jumping at the unexpected visitor, your right foot hitting the belt at an odd angle.

The emergency stop engaged, but it didn’t do much to stop you from flying off the end of the treadmill and landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor.

“What the hell?” You yelled, scrambling to your feet as your face flushed with embarrassment. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes scanning your body for any kind of injury. You had a few carpet burns on your arms, but other than that you appeared to be in one piece.

“I’m fine,” you snapped. “You’re not supposed to be here though.”

“Neither are you,” Gyeong-Won smiled. “I thought you said that the gym was strictly for patient use only.”

This man drove you insane, but he had you cornered and you knew it.

“Fine, sometimes I abuse my own rules,” you sighed. Your right arm throbbed, an angry red graze extending from your forearm down to your wrist. “Go and ahead and use the gym. I’m going to go and get cleaned up.”

You stomped off into your office, pulling down a first aid kit from the shelf. You were angry; angry with Gyeong-Won for making you jump, and angry with yourself for letting him get to you so much. You were finding it harder to ignore him, harder not to notice how good he looked when he worked out. You were embarrassed that you’d made a fool of yourself, that he’d seen you fall so unceremoniously onto your face.

Gyeong-Won tried to get on with his workout. He could see you were embarrassed, and he was determined to complete his sets before his phone inevitably rang. But he couldn’t concentrate properly, couldn’t in good conscience allow you to patch yourself up when he’d been the reason you’d fallen. He headed into your office, knocking quietly on your door.

“Can I help?” he asked, watching as you struggled to balance cooling pads on both of your arms.

“I’m fine, really,” you huffed, but the pain was pretty bad, and you could use the extra hands.

Gyeong-Won ignored your stubbornness, pressing gently down on one of the cool packs. He could see the beads of sweat running down your breasts, evidence of your strenuous run. Your chest heaved as your breathing returned to normal and your skin gleamed with that post-workout glow.

“You have good form,” he complimented you. He’d never been good at talking to women; he’d never really been good at talking to anyone.

“Thanks,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “So do you.”

You stood in silence, all too aware of Gyeong-Won’s hands gently wrapped round your arm. His touch was warm, his fingers soft, the feel of his skin against yours sending little flickers of heat through your body. His cologne was intoxicating, and you found yourself again thinking about removing his long hair from the ponytail and wrapping your fingers around the strands.

You were so close together, mere inches apart, and if Gyeong-Won moved a few inches, his lips would be on yours. You drove him insane, but he also couldn’t deny the mounting attraction he felt for you. The air was thick, almost heady as you met each others gaze. You couldn’t stop staring at his lips, couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel against yours.

Gyeong-Won couldn’t stop thinking about the way your breasts looked in your sports bra, the Lycra fabric pushing them together in the most beautiful way. He could see the outline of your nipples, could feel his desire growing with each passing second.

“I should go,” he mumbled, eager to get away before you noticed the effect you were having on him.

“You don’t want to workout?” You asked innocently, hoping the disappointment wasn’t too evident in your voice.

“I should get back,” he said, “busy night in trauma. I’ll see you around. And, umm… I’m sorry again. About scaring you.”

He hurried out of the gym and down the deserted halls. Seeing you tonight, it had flipped something inside of Gyeong-Won, and inside you. There was an undeniable attraction, one that seemed to stifle the air in your small office.

You were finding it harder to remember why the anaesthetist annoyed you, and he was finding it hard to remember why he used to find you so irritating.

Somewhere between the incessant bickering, an attraction had formed. If neither of you were careful, it could bubble over into something more.

[track-five]

Your fav canon HL h/c moment?? 😁😁

oh my friend…strap the fuck in because i’m about to answer this very simple question in a way you didn’t ask for but will be subjected to because i have nobody else to talk about it with oops

short answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i see it as a domestic and sweet gesture that shows how loved and known louis is by harry

long answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i believe it’s an anti-proof interaction that demonstrates the love these real people had for each other at the time, whether it was romantic or platonic. now welcome to my goddamn ted talk

so objectively, larry aside, my understanding is:

louis goes directly to harry after staring him down to get his attention doesn’t work. he doesn’t even look at anyone else, he zeroes in on harry. harry doesn’t hesitate to dart off stage and get something for louis, and it seems he might’ve even been prepared for it. louis looks nervous both times harry leaves, which could be for any number of reasons, and the way he did a double-take over his shoulder three times after harry ran off the second time makes me wonder what was said (and i’ve wondered enough to write a fic about it, so if anyone can lip read and tell me what they said, let me know)

so here’s my pitch (not that i think you specifically need convincing, considering you’re in the silly little inbox of Me, a known larry enthusiast):

larry or not, we can see in that moment it was harry that louis specifically sought out to either

1. ask him for something (which was done without question) because he knew he could rely on harry for help, or

2. say something to harry that elicited a gesture of care which louis wasn’t necessarily seeking but seemed to need

that moment wasn’t crafted for us, so there’s no reason to not take it for what it was. it was a moment of vulnerability and kindness. they were ‘caught’ showing trust in and care for each other in the most public setting, and i feel like it says something about their unique and genuine connection. which could be platonic or romantic!

some people may say i’m cherry-picking, but i’d have the same thoughts about loving gestures between any of the boys. platonic human connections are allowed to be tender and intimate and loving! people can love and be loved without a romantic connection! whether harry and louis were in love or not, you can’t see that and tell me they didn’t have real love for each other at the very least. however, given the context…idk seems very domestic and husband-coded to me, but what do i know lol i’m just some gay little freak on the internet

so all that’s to say yeah it’s when harry gave louis a cough drop on stage. i thought that was nice of him

[hinamie]

corvidae

[shroomerr]

Oh, help me God, this hellboy got me coming back for more

reblogs super appreciated !!! close-ups under the cut !

[theanonymousninja247]

Strife

Personal project for the most talented

@imagine-darksiders

(if y’all like to read the most wholesome and thought provoking stories PLEASE for the love of pizza, I HIGHLY recommend reading her stuff)

I hope I did him justice because I honestly believe that we would be the best of friends. Very much would like to give him a hug 🫂🧡

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[lunarharp]

played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles

[wallbeatjournal]

Are true riverdale fans of the opinion it is a very good and nearly flawless show or does being a true riverdale fan mean being able to mock writing choices

it's long-running serial television plotted a season/half at a time so definitely not even "nearly" flawless.

BUT. i'm not doing combat with the writing team. i'm not actively reading against the text the way i have to in order to enjoy something like supernatural or the 90s robin comics or the fucking sopranos, which are patriarchal christiancore copworld rapeworld white supremacist horrorshows that hate their minority audiences, with like 2 good creatives involved and martyring themselves to fight the good fight on sparse rare installments if you try to approach them sincerely.

riverdale writing staff are like a favorite smart problematic tumblr mutual to me. I don't always like what's on their blog or who they're referencing. but we're in the same community and i'm interested and inspired and i trust their agenda overall, even when i see shit i wouldn't have fucking posted. but bc i'm not being condescended to or actively spited i'm not gonna condescend to or spite them, you know?

i expect rvd to age like twin peaks (another very uneven, highly referential serial juggling a couple of intensely cool metanarratives on top of its core story). and twin peaks fandom mocks twin peaks all the time. twin peaks includes some CLUNKY shit. it's kitsch. it's camp. it has a second season that is largely ASS. james is there. and on top of that it also includes some genuinely offputting-to-me stuff that just bothers me to sit through, even though i feel like i understand and respect what they're going for with it. i just don't want to watch someone sweep the fucking bar for minutes and minutes as entertainment. OK!!?

...so yeah. mock riverdale but in the right spirit. is that an answer? do i sound like i'm chugging the flavoraid koolaid fresh-aid? probably.

[puppppppppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[rosieofcorona]

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[rapidhighway]

I can't believe people give advice that's basically "be less stressed". How can I explain to you that I've been scared of walking down the stairs since I learned to walk and I get an intrusive thought every time I cross a road. And then I have a lot more, actually real and important stuff to be anxious about!!