MadamDarcy

it’s so special to me that so much of fan culture is textual analysis for the love of the game. like thank god there are people in my phone who are also thinking about this thing i love so much that they are writing transformative fiction as character studies and setting clips of the show to music with theme-relevant lyrics and writing long text posts analyzing every line of dialogue like!! yay!!!

how could u write the line 'did your sheets smell like her for weeks' and not come back around to give it dramatic irony

The way he startles and gasps softly when Helly says his name plays on a loop in my head.

Mark S and Helly R are so cute I wish I could trap them in a brightly lit basement with cameras watching their every move and see what happens.

i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept

Also sometimes the purpose of a sex scene is to be titillating and that's, like, fine. You wouldn't go out there and argue that movies shouldn't have jokes unless they "serve a narrative purpose" because you understand that generally the purpose of a joke is to make the audience laugh and perhaps release some tension. Being horny is a normal human emotion like being amused or being scared and sometimes media is trying to evoke that particular emotion; the artist doesn't owe you a 30-page double-spaced justification for trying to make you feel something through their art. Your separation of horniness and sex from other emotions and experiences is sex negative and deeply ingrained in cultural conservatism.

Imagine you snort a line of coke unprompted and get totally wired. For no reason at all you decide to go in the woods. Then you get a boner (obviously) and decide the best course of action is masturbating between the trees. Very quickly you sow your jizz into the ground. Then you come out of it. And realize what you've done. And you feel a teensy bit embarrassed by it. So you go home and furiously start looking for pen and paper. And you write:"You might think you've seen me go into the woods and do a massive wanking off sesh, but actually, it wasn't me. It was my evil twin, who's called Cock Cain. But fret not, he died bc his face melted like that scene in Indiana Jones when the Nazis open the Ark". That's exactly what Kier Eagan did.