live commentary from a person who exercises

Disney was not and is not going to make a plot that prevents its work from being shown in China, and your temper tantrum on Tumblr cannot make up for the billions of dollars they would lose appealing to you (only for you to still not be satisfied and still probably rage about the work)

The problem is not Sylki. Sylki is not a bad ship, it's not forced, it's not even really rushed, because they barely even acknowledge they have feelings for each other by the end of the season. Sylki is not "basically incest", it's nothing like that. It's a perfectly serviceable romance, and for finally giving Loki a romance, it's actually quite good.

You don't need to like Sylki, because you don't need to like any ship, even if it's canon. But don't make up excuses and pretend that Sylki is just 'bad', don't be the pathetic anti shipper that needs to be "right" in their dislike of the ship by making up excuses like "You can't ship it because it's incest!" or "We're just mad we were robbed of a gay ship!"

No it isn't, and no you weren't. The gay option was never an option. It was never teased. It was never hinted. It was never implied. It was never even considered. You forced it, and now you're mad that your crackship never became canon, and you're lashing out at actual canon over it, instead of accepting that you just wish two friends (who spent most of their time as enemies) had sex.

wc: 307

summary: your good boy keigo is a brat in disguise.

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“Yeah?” You asked, voice higher than it usually would be. There’s a bit more of a whiny, teasing lilt to it than normal. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Keigo?”

The man between your legs shook his head up and down fervently, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit each time. “I’m-” he said, words muffled against your slick. “good- good boy.” Keigo wrapped his arms around your thighs and let his needy, grabby hands knead the flesh there. He dove back in, wasting no time in sucking your clit into his mouth.

You reached down and let your fingers latch onto his hair. Not pulling him closer nor pushing him away, just needing to be touching him. Keigo nipped at your clit, just a small roll of his teeth. With your legs slung over your shoulder, you let the heel of your foot press harshly against the sensitive spot between his wings where they connect to his back. Sure, he was a good boy. Sometimes.

“Don’t.” You spoke with gritted teeth. His eyes flashed up to yours. You could see the signature curve of his lips grow, shiny and wet.

“Or..?” He taunted, fingertips pressing harder into the tops of your thighs. Fucking brat.

“Or,” You gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face closer to yours. “I can finish myself off and you can go back to doing paperwork.” You pushed him back and let go, spreading your legs wider and pushing yourself up on the bed.

“No!” All remnants of his cocky demeanor immediately vanished. He brought himself back closer to you and sighed softly against your heat. “You don’t have to be so mean about it..”