Yi City Disaster Zone

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I love this post

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

I need someone to write a tumblr thesis about TTH’s visual treatment of the bodies at the end of episode 3, cuz it never feels like we’re invited to ogle them despite how naked they are (and these being two of the biggest actors in the BL industry). The lighting’s not used to give them dehydrated abs. We don’t scan them. They’re not posed for optimal body-built angles. We’re inside the moment with them, feeling the vulnerability and sexual tension that exists on an emotional rather than entirely visual level. It’s a deeply erotic scene but using such different tools (the droplets on the skin, the silence, the flickering lights, the risk of exposure) than we’re used to seeing to get us hot and bothered.

The thing that drives me crazy this ep is that Barth knows. He knows. But he can't trust what he knows. Is he seeing something that isn't there, just because he wants it to be? If it is there, is Tanrak aware of it? Would he admit it? Would he act on it? How would he respond to Barth acting on it? Is Tanrak a safe person to know his secret? Is he keeping a secret of his own? He's testing Tanrak the entire ep, trying to confirm what he already knows, and more besides. He's touching him every chance he gets. He's constantly seeking him out. He's looking for reassurance every time he talks to him. Tanrak are you mad at me? Tanrak are we friends? Tanrak please talk to me. Tanrak you can tell me anything. Until he finally says the words: Tanrak I like you. Tanrak's quiet gay panic and his seething, miserable jealousy might be the headline of this ep, but Barth's persistence is the consistent background hum.

the thing is, stephen king is generally pretty good at creating complex, well-rounded characters, which makes it all the more jarring when one of those characters abruptly comes out with what i'll term a "kingism". i don't know how best to define a kingism other than "you'll know it when you see it". it's the voice of the author intruding on the voice of the character, and in this case the voice of the author has a bad sense of humour and is ravenously, inexplicably horny

Adding ROOTY TOOT TOOT to my bedroom talk repertoire

listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.