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media literacy includes understanding why a media product was made, to whom it's being sold, and the assumed preferences of its marketing demographic. narrative is not produced or sold in a vacuum.
you might be totally correct that your ship would be narratively satisfying. I don't know, I'm not watching your show. Whether your ship is likely to happen on the show is a whole different question to whether it's satisfying, because the show is being sold to Netflix or Amazon or the BBC, and they are purchasing a show they think they can market to a particular demographic and that demographic isn't you, the nightmarishly online tumblr user. The show is being made for marketability to a constructed average viewer. It is being funded with that audience in mind. This art is being made to commission, and commissioned art is art, but at some point you have to stop expecting the Church to commission a statue of Lucifer fucking St Michael. It might be narratively satisfying, but that's just not what they're paying for.
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#While this is a joke#For the etymologists out there#Tumblr did not âgoncharovâ poob#translation: Tumblr is not making a fictitious thing called poob that we insist is real#Poob is glup shittoing (streaming services)#Translation: Poob is now a generic name for whatever streaming platform is out there when you don't feel like naming something specifically
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the purring attempt and then the tags on the bikini post of bobby telling him to chill out and stop making alien noises in public got me thinking about poly au. both her AND bobby trying to purr(maybe even arguing over who gets closer to the proper noise or whoâs technique is better) meanwhile bb blue screens cause heâs got two loveable idiots trying to communicate his happy noise back at him. i love the poly au cause like yay everyone is happy. the idea of them eventually being comfortable enough to be sweet and goofy as a trio is so cute.
iâm torn on if bb would pick a fav, be a proper judge and list the pros and cons of each attempt or if he would just pull a âur both lovelyâ to avoid the wrestling match that would follow picking a fav
sorry for the jumble speak i just thought both those moments were so cute
bobby makes it a competition because bobby makes everything a competition.
he's sitting on the couch practicing his rumble. this low, chest-deep vibration that sounds like a lawnmower trying to seduce someone but y'know, sexy. and you're cross-legged on the floor doing your chipmunk-engine impression and both of you are glaring at each other between attempts.
"mine's closer."
"yours sounds like a garbage disposal."
"yours sounds like a broken washing machine."
"at least mine has BASSâ"
and BB is sitting between you on the couch with his hands in his lap, looking back and forth with that slow bewildered head tilt.
because you're both making sounds at him. with your human vocal cords. sounds that are almost words in his frequency. garbled, clumsy, adorable approximations of the noise his body makes when he's happy. and his borrowed brain is trying to translate and failing and trying again and the processing face he's making is the funniest thing either of you has ever seen.
"what isâ" he starts, his head tilts further. "bobby, are you trying to sayâ"
"shh, i'm concentrating. this is hard work."
bobby tries again. deeper this time, more controlled. he's actually been practicing in the shower and the refined version is genuinely closer. close enough that BB's pupils dilate, and his head tilt shifts from confused to interested. his own purr kicks in, answering bobby's rumble with the real thing, and the resonance between the two of them makes the couch vibrate.
"oh," BB breathes, his voice dropping, his eyes going half-lidded. "oh, that'sâyou're sayingâ" his gaze locks onto bobby with a predatory focus that was not there three seconds ago. "do that again."
bobby, who has no survival instincts, does it again. louder.
BB's jaw tightens, his pupils blow wide. the purr coming out of him shifts register (from happy to hungry) and you watch him lean toward bobby with that coiled, intent stillness that you both know means someone is about to get pinned to a surface.
"bobby," you drawl. "I think you just said something dirty in entity."
"what? no, I was justâ"
"you should both do it," BB suggests, his voice silk, looking between you. "at the same time."
you look at bobby. bobby looks at you. BB is looking at both of you like you're a meal he hasn't decided how to eat yet.
and no one could have predicted that refining the technique would flip a switch in BB. that getting closer to the real sound would register in his frequency as flirtation. as proposition. as two mates calling to him in his own language. nobody could have seen that coming. certainly not bobby, who's now pinned to the couch cushions by an entity who is purring so hard the windows are rattling and murmuring, "say it again, say it again" against his throat while you watch from the floor in delight.
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