All over my dash I see people who are I love these characters so much I want to use my creative space to give them safety and happiness and let them wake up in each others arms and make long, slow love and have passionate fucks that leave holes in the drywall and put a hand at the small of the other one’s back with the thumb tucked just inside the belt while they’re grocery shopping in that way that’s almost wedding vows… They’ve made creative spaces with tea and warm blankets and they take the characters who matter to them and thank them and nurture them and find catharsis and hope via the justice and power of the rightness of such an outcome.
And I’m over here with my scalpel and my slides and dyes and the hot flare of my magnifying lenses. You fascinate me. What if you were to be sliced open here? If this was removed? That poked? What if what if what if? How would you react if pushed to this extremity? To that? If you were forced to choose between such and thus? I want to know your every sinew, every nerve, every fiber, I want to understand your essential nature and use you to learn things I can’t about real people because it’s not ok to cause such things to happen to them or to watch them and know them so intimately. I want to tear your beating heart out to see how mine works, and maybe I’ll put you back together, or maybe the lesson will be that I won’t, not really, but it’ll have been worth it anyway.
And then I think that’s why I’m a better content creator than traditional fandom participant.
Post about how Andy treats "characters" that reads suspiciously like his treatment of real people
All over my dash I see people who are I love these characters so much I want to use my creative space to give them safety and happiness and let them wake up in each others arms and make long, slow love and have passionate fucks that leave holes in the drywall and put a hand at the small of the other one’s back with the thumb tucked just inside the belt while they’re grocery shopping in that way that’s almost wedding vows… They’ve made creative spaces with tea and warm blankets and they take the characters who matter to them and thank them and nurture them and find catharsis and hope via the justice and power of the rightness of such an outcome.
And I’m over here with my scalpel and my slides and dyes and the hot flare of my magnifying lenses. You fascinate me. What if you were to be sliced open here? If this was removed? That poked? What if what if what if? How would you react if pushed to this extremity? To that? If you were forced to choose between such and thus? I want to know your every sinew, every nerve, every fiber, I want to understand your essential nature and use you to learn things I can’t about real people because it’s not ok to cause such things to happen to them or to watch them and know them so intimately. I want to tear your beating heart out to see how mine works, and maybe I’ll put you back together, or maybe the lesson will be that I won’t, not really, but it’ll have been worth it anyway.
And then I think that’s why I’m a better content creator than traditional fandom participant.
Also one of the reasons I’m in therapy.