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[theinsanecrayonbox]

Yup, although her name is Cupid Asteria now according to some people. Dunno why they changed her name lol

because Agathorne is too confusing maybe? or wait, it was Charlico Agathorne Cupid (duh that's why she's Charlie, silly me lol), so this way she's named Cupid instead of everyone calling her by her surname i guess. although interestingly the goddess Asteria was the Titan goddess of oracles, prophetic dreams, falling stars, and necromancy. so...could be fun playing with that too.

[kaijuparfait]

And here is my baby! It's Acid, Onyx's Symbiote >:3

[dmaskblog]

Give evryone a bag of takis. They have 5 mins to finish it without drinking water or milk or anything really.

oh thanks Peep

Seconds later

Also Sam

[fiiyve]

You have to have the ‘mickey! its riku’ repost scheduled. I see it so often on my dash. So often that I have now noticed it’s always you that reposts it. At first I thought it was a mistake, maybe the site didn’t order the posts correctly. I never bothered to check the time stamps until now, and dear god. Mind you, I don’t know anything about kingdom hearts, so this remains my only impression.

Do you have it scheduled to repost, and if you are manually reposting it over and over again, are you okay. Just curious if you would like the share. Though you should know I now look to a 3rd camera whenever I see it, and sigh. Mickey, something is going on with Riku, and it’s not what you think.

Oh man. So. Bad news. I do NOT have it scheduled :)

I do have notifications on for the blog that posts it every day on a set schedule though (12pm est). So I guess in a way by reblogging it as it's posted I'm. Sort of on a schedule?

Unsure if I'm okay but I DO know that I'm insanely committed to the bit. Maybe they put bugs in me, too.

[absolutebl]

i remember you talking about some bls blowing up enough to leave the bl bubble (kinnporsche) and i kind of noticed bad buddy getting similar attention (eg reaction channels who usually only do western content checking it out) and i was wondering why you think bb in particular was able to do that. ik it was huge in bl fandom but (i guess at least for me) what made it stand out was the show calling past tropes out - which would obvs be lost on non-bl watchers. so.. what was the special sauce?

I'm not sure Bad Buddy was ultimately as successful as KP in this particular regard (reach). But I take your meeting so far as tendrils outside immediate fandom is concerned.

I think where Bad Buddy is actually weakest (as an ambassador) is where the narrative is overly BL trope reliant. Especially in the region of campy humor and the war between the friendship groups. There's certainly some supporting elements that are quite weak (narratively) and too scenery chewing for a western audience.

Which is not a critique of Bad Buddy, it's one of Thailand's best university BLs but it is very much still a BL.

I think, like 2gether it did particularly well in Japan, which is often Asian content's first target market outside of home country. And that's where the tropes and camp worked in its favor.

KP managed to jump the shark market-wise and geographically, because it jumped the shark BL-wise. It was so wild it became the Sharknado of all romance for a while. It became the Rocky Horror Picture Show of BL. It hit the gay camp vibe.

Ultimately, I don't think KP is the bellwether we should compare BB to. I think 2g is.

Sorry, I know a lot of people don't want to think about that show. But KP is an outlier. Which means the scion of BB is actually My School President. (GMMTV's #1 in views for 2023 by a landslide)

So the real question is (putting aside KP) what makes specifically these GMMTV shows so successful on YT, and in Thai BL's highest hitting export countries - Thailand+surrounding, Japan*, India, America (all of it - English, Spanish, Portuguese, Chinese, & French speaking), and Europe - probably in about that order.

The answer?

They remain closely tied to Yaoi roots, especially with regards popular character archetypes

They apply classic BL tropes

In classic BL settings (high-school & uni, baby)

They have lightness and humor in them

They are of a higher quality of production than most other Thai BL

They are pretty

They are well-acted (by Japan's standards)

(Incidentally the wildly successful non-GMMTV Thai BLs also have many of these qualities + HIGH HEAT. Bed Friend, Why RU, TharnType)

* Before you ask, I am 90% sure we don't see Japanese subs on YT because those are territory restricted and sold into Japan for redistribution... they're like that there.

[taterswithranch]

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[wildelydawn]

No I have to enquire about the ChanKim. Like. Legally. Like no actually I need it. Hello. Hi. Please. More of your delicious thoughts. I'm obsessed with you and your beautiful brain forever btw 💌

HELLO HI, welcome to my ChanKim agenda.

I have only a single thought: that ChanKim is violent and/or manipulative towards each other. I don't have more thoughts for you.

But.

I have two scenarios for you, if you want to read:

I. (tw: manipulation, implied sexual coercion)

“Do you wonder?” Kim whispers.

Chan says nothing. Averts his eyes like he does when the boy’s father gives him orders.

Boy. Not a boy. Kim hasn’t been a boy in years. At twenty three years old, the youngest son of the Theerapanyakun family is older. And more. Musician. Assassin. Model. Drug trafficker. 

A man. 

At nearly two decades his senior, Chan had watched him grow from petulant child to ruthless Mafia leader. Growth didn’t happen overnight; growth happened under Chan’s hand and discipline because Khun Korn could not be bothered to do it himself.

Chan had not realized that training Kim would result in Kim learning more than hand to hand combat. He could talk his way out of any scenario. Or worse, into. Chan recalls when Kinn deployed Kim and Chan to a client’s home. Kinn explained that the client had dues, and that the safe in his nightclub could pay for his debts handsomely if given the choice between it and his life.

Kim came back with the money and the deed to the club. And not a hair out of place, not a sweat broken.  The boy-turned-man had a predisposition to the art of manipulation. 

Chan should know. 

He’s being manipulated now. Kim’s been playing the long game. Chan figures he planted the seed years ago: insisting Chan spar with him when a younger bodyguard would be a better choice. Requesting Chan as his bodyguard and being obviously disappointed with Big’s appointment. Catching the man’s eyes, and if Kim’s lucky, his sleeve too. Just to remind Chan that smooth talking and violence were not the only traits that Kim developed over the years. Kim has a face, too. One that people like to look at, listen to, and that he could play it the minute Chan falters.

And now, Kim wants to go all in for whatever secrets his father has hidden in his study.

Chan expects the sleeve thing again: predictable. He has seen Kim’s dance before because it works. A touch. A pinch. Lean in, a mouth to their ear and then move away and leave them guessing and come back and pull on them, gently, let them believe that you see something they don’t, that you have answers they need. Offer them something sweet and intangible. Freedom. Purpose. Assurance. Peace. All of which are possible and fleeting, that secures them crawling back to you. Open the blinds. Close them. Check your phone, smile, put it away. He’ll tell you it’s okay. It’s safe now. You did good.

Chan doesn’t move, in case he does shoot Kim down, which would be the right thing to do. Chan will die amidst Korn’s chess game, but it’s a death he is contently anticipating. Korn had provided him with luxuries and pleasures, so Chan’s loyalties lie with Korn above all else, no matter how beautiful, young, spiteful, foolish, cunning, tempting Korn’s son appears.

But Kim doesn’t need to know that. 

“I wonder. I wonder all the time.”

-

II. (tw: blackmailing, violence, implied sexual assault/noncon)

Fuck.

Kim can feel eyes on his back. He knew coming back here would be a problem. But he has to know. Korn told him nothing besides his stupid resurrection plan that Kim holds little interest in. Unsatisfied, he crash landed into his father’s study, tearing open the books on the shelves, opening the locked drawer and finding no answers.

“Are you here to lecture me about how to keep a tidy room?”

Chan says nothing. So Kim keeps going. He takes out a knife and drags it across his father’s beloved arm chair. Worn stuffing and fabric explode out like a cartoon. Nothing. Next is the coffee table. Where was that tab? Ah yes, under, left hand side. Kim hits the switch, and another secret compartment within the table opens.

Nothing.

“You must know,” Kim drawls as he looks at the hideous globe on the shelf, hoping to beckon the man to slip out something. “Either Korn or Porsche told you.” He takes hold of it and lets it crash heavily to the ground. The ceramic shatters instantly. Hilariously, there is a kilogram of snow inside, but that’s hardly of interest.

“What do I know, Khun Kim?”

“Where they hid the brother,” Kim accidentally answers too quickly. 

But it’s over. The head bodyguard of the Theerapanyakun family has a smirk on his face. Chan has won. Kim can keep up the passive look, pretend that he has a fighting chance, but it’s over.

“I do know.”

Kim can get one more bite in though. It would feel damn good to do so. “Korn whispered it into your ear last night?”

In a flash, Chan pins Kim against the bookcase, his calloused hand around Kim’s throat. The wood digs painfully into his back and the furniture rattles alongside his bones.

“You should respect your father.”

“Does that include getting fucked in the ass by him?” Kim grits out. He’s not afraid. Chan has done much worse for far less. “Must be nice knowing all your needs are taken care of.”

Chan’s grip tightens. There’s no pain though. Something else, something so hideous runs through Kim as Chan’s face clouds over. 

“I can give you the location tomorrow, if you'd rather.”

Kim’s body goes numb and it is not Chan’s doing. Tomorrow is too late. Vegas and Gun will be here in hours. Kinn and Porsche will take up arms against him, and by the looks of his uncle’s army and his cousin’s idiocy, there is a very good chance none of them will make it out alive.

But Porchay can. Porchay can make it out alive. 

“Or you can behave,” Chan says quietly. “And when you’re done, I’ll give you the coordinates. And you can run off and play house with the brat for as long as you want.”

Kim closes his eyes; Chan loosens his hand; Kim, defeated, reaches for the guard’s dress pants. 

“It’s a pity you destroyed your father’s armchair. I quite liked bending you over it.”

IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS, THANKS :)

[risu442]

🌄 🎇👀 ..... hopefully got it right this time 🤣😅

Hey! Sorry for the super late answer but... yeah. 😮‍💨 But here I am and I am really glad you asked! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

👀 what do you think about about love triangles in BLs?

Hmm, so-so. But as I see it mostly represents lust and not real love. Or one is suffering because the main let them hangin' and not turning them off once and for all. And oc many times after the oh-so-big love they can stay easily friends. I don't see that as too realistic. If the love was true and was able to cause so much harm, saying friends is not easy. Because the feelings stay just as strong as they were - but if they can't live them, it turns into hate. The bittersweet taste of unrequited love will stay.

But oc it can happen like this in real life. Maybe I would like to just enjoy a media that represents the power of clear and healthy communication.

(I wouldn't mind TRUE polyamory either IF it was about LOVE and not LUST.)

🎇 favorite ending

It is a tough one! Because tbh I don't like most BL's endings, so I had to scroll through the ones I watched and tried to remember their endings and how I felt. And I decided next to A Tale of Thousand Stars! It was heartwarming, and even the story could surprise me. It was a very pleasant surprise! 💕🙏

🌄 your favorite scene of any BL show

Okay, I dunno if this scene is in The Untamed series (because I never saw it just with jumps to see how much it follows the novel - and erhm, no comment), BUT! I adore LWJ and WWX's first-not-first kiss! It happened in the past when they were still young, if I remember right 17 years old, maybe. WWX the way he is, went for a hunt on a mountain, blindfolded.

Yes, LWJ "attacked" him with a passionate kiss - and I understand why people find it unpleasant - but God, what it implies! The longing for what is behind it! The way Wangji had to hide it while his mark was on WWX's lips! And when it finally turns out that it was Wangji who stole WWX's first kiss... It is just an amazing storyline built for that scene. I loved it. (Plus blind folding here or there, the chemistry worked there, too, even if it caused more harm at the moment).

[leatherbookmark]

The ask wasn't bait I promise. It's only that some truly weird people exist online and I couldn't really make discern from your tags whether or not you're on of them?

...this sounds almost charming so okay, i'll bite. if i get in trouble, my blocking finger is nimble and well-trained.

so anon is referring to my taggies on this post when they ask,

and the thing abt my tags is that they're a joke. i am sarcastically parroting the main argument some (many.) people have against "incest" and "incest supporters". namely: incest is gross.

you may notice the distinct lack of a specifying word. "irl incest" or "fictional incest"? to antis, there's no difference. same goes for rape, abuse, pedophilia, whatever else is there. if you read or, gasp!, write about them in any context other than "it's gross, horrible and the worst" -- or god forbid, in the context of "it's fascinating" or (!!!!) "it's hot" -- it's no different from you being okay with committing these acts in real life, or at least approving of people who commit them.

about the word "gross"... antis/fandom police/feelings yakuza have a disappointingly poor vocabulary when it comes to explaining why the things they're so vehemently opposed to are bad. i mean, if you ask them about siken's win/cests, first of all you'll get a lecture about how traumatic incestuous abuse is for its victims, and it definitely is, but it has nothing to do with two fictional brothers consensually and fictionally fucking. zero points, failing grade, come again in two weeks. second of all, they'll tell you it's gross. and disgusting. in case you didn't hear: GROSS. and DISGUSTING.

and it's not just incest. it's pedophilia, rape, abuse, harassment, racist, sexist or homophobic behaviours... even things that aren't wrong per se, but could be if only you looked at them through the lens of worst interpretation possible Also Are Gross. why would an adult want to be friends with a child? that's borderline pedophilia. gross.

they just don't have other arguments, "gross" is their first and strongest*. yuck factor, baby! if you told them they're 2mm to the left from conservatives who foam at the mouth at the mere thought of those disgusting gays and transes and their gross gender ideology that they use to groom children left and right, next thing they'll be marrying animals! teaching preschoolers about consent?! yeah, sure! they're teaching kids to masturbate! -- they'd be furious. it's not true! they're normal, not like those freaks! but it's the same mechanism. the exact fucking same mechanism, this thing is weird and unsettling and i don't understand it, gross, disgusting, wrong bad evil we must fight and eradicate it! or just tell people to kill themselves if we're terminally online twitter youth thinking that incest is commonly accepted as a kink (=already an oxymoron, as kink is not commonly accepted).

*maybe aside from "but if young and impressionable children see this, they'll think it's okay!" which. if the young and impressionable children have porny fanfiction as their one and only source of knowledge about the world... i'd say encountering said porn is the least of their problems.

and in case it wasn't clear -- fictional weird porn is not harming anyone. harassing people who ~get off~ to said weird porn and telling them to kill themselves is.

so am i one of those Truly Weird People Existing Online? idk, anon, that's for you to decide. as for me, it's almost 5am and i'm replying to this ask in good faith instead of writing my rps porn fanfic. might as well just stay up the night now. 😔

[theinsanecrayonbox]

I definitely thought Rabie Baby would be an easy favorite for you. She's definitely one of mine on design alone. I haven't watched any gameplay past chapter 2 though so I don't know all that much. ^^;

eh i'm not the biggest on bats, they're not a go-to for me ^^; but i can see why, because hello pink

i guess if i were to pick favs from the Nightmare gang, it'd be Simon Smoke (duh dragon) and Poe (because i do love corvids)...and probably Allister Gator just cause of the Monty shenanigans lol

but scent wise...yeah Poe, cinnamon's the best one for me, though again Rabie Baby is bubblegum which is also good...huh, you might be convincing me of something lol

[heir-less]

There were 1500 guests at the reception so the Middletons were probably invited because Hussein and Rania etc know about Kate’s connection to Jordan

[pussywiki]

8!!! What is everyone wrong about? 💌

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I very rarely see people that are correct about the way that Khun approaches relationships and not just in like a shipping way but just like his relationships w his family and the bodyguards and I get why he's an easily misinterpreted character but it does start to annoy me

also idk how to phrase this most efficiently so lets all just form a psychic link and hope these words make sense: this is a very broad opinion but the lack of grey area for some people is absolutely wild to me. like either theyre evil and everything they do is for nefarious reasons or theyre a sweet baby angel who didnt realize what they were doing and its sooooooo boooooo tomato tomato im throwing tomatoes !!!! let people be complex and make choices that seem blatantly wrong to the viewer but make perfect sense to the character stop sanitizing every decision its so much tastier when people are a little fucked up anyway

(bonus quick opinion bc i saw this floating around at the time and disagreed but never said anything publicly: vegas did not purposely set pete up to be able to escape. at least not in that moment)

Choose violence!!

[bunnakit]

im sorry i keep forgetting to message u abt it and it might be a minute before i actually have time to, so it doesn't solve ur desperation to rewatch/binge it right now, BUT I DO WANNA WATCH KINNSPORCE SO BADLY!!!!! we should watch together when i do!!!

BILVY PLS I WOULD FUCKING CRY GENUINE REAL TEARS I THINK YOU WOULD FUCKING LOVE IT

im actually mid rewatch with my bestie so my feral tendencies are sated (for now) and thank GOD the kinnporscherewatch event is happening (smooches for them)

JUST LET ME KNOW THO, im fine waiting, i have another friend ill be watching with in a week but like AAAAAHHHH i kept being like "i should message bilv and see if he wants to watch this" but i didn't want to be a menace ALSO ILU AND I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD I HATE WE'RE ALL SO BUSY ALL THE TIME HHGHGHGHGH

[wolftheidioticfan]

Yaaaay more ori and sonny stuff

gabes song/FLEECE

[peachbubbless]

An SBR request! Could we have Johnny bring around a reader with Keratosis Pilaris? Aka strawberry skin, they look similar to bug bites! Btw I absolutely love your writing, I’m falling for characters I hadn’t even paid full attention to before!

YOUR MIND - astounding. The things you’ve done for the Johnny Joestar community 🙏 I have KP myself and suddenly love it a lot more! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing my love, hope you enjoy this one too, it’s such a fun premise! <333

Strawberry skin – Johnny Joestar x Reader

Sexual themes | Word count - 1676 | Day 2 SBR fanfic Week

It hadn’t been a plan.

Not at first.

After the Steel Ball Run ended, after the winners were named and the dead were not, it turned out no one really knew what to do with themselves.

You hadn’t expected to survive, much less to have to figure out what came after. You’d ridden halfway across a continent for a reason that didn’t even make sense anymore. Salvation, maybe. Or spite. Some days it was hard to tell the difference.

But when it was over, your name wasn’t in the papers. There was no parade. No epilogue written in gold.

Just bruises, half-healed wounds you still didn’t like to talk about, and a quiet life with Johnny Joestar.

“You don’t have to go back,” he’d said, not quite looking at you.

“There’s room at the ranch. I could use the help.”

You knew what he meant. You both did. It wasn’t about chores. It wasn’t even about the room.

It was about not being alone.

He hadn’t wanted to ask. You hadn’t wanted to say yes.

But here you were.

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere you were living on Joestar land, sleeping in the old guest room, and pretending it wasn’t strange that your post-trauma coping strategy included shovelling horse shit and arguing about who made worse coffee.

You weren’t together-together. Not officially.

But there were looks. Drinks together. Moments that lasted too long and silences that said more than anyone was willing to put into words. Something had started in the desert, and it hadn’t stopped growing. Not yet.

The morning was already warm by the time you started on the stables.

The air smelled like leather, grass and dust, the kind that clung to your skin no matter how many times you washed. The sky stretched overhead in that cloudless, uncaring way that reminded you of your race days - only now, the only thing trying to kill you was hay fever.

You had your sleeves rolled up and your pants cuffed at the knee. Not for fashion. Just because it was hot, and the horses didn’t care what your legs looked like.

You were halfway through mucking the second stall when you heard the slow crunch of gravel behind you.

“You get bit up bad or somethin’?”

You turned.

Johnny was leaning against the fence, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in that classic Joestar way. He wasn’t wearing the hat today. His hair was tousled like he’d run a hand through it and then given up halfway. There was a glass of lemonade sweating in one hand and a twitch of amusement in the corner of his mouth.

He nodded toward your legs.

“Legs’re lookin’ a little rough.”

You blinked. Followed his gaze.

Right.

The keratosis. Strawberry skin.

The skin below your knees prickled under his stare. Pale, red-flecked, raised along the surface. The sun wasn’t helping.

You dropped the pitchfork, wiped your hands on your legs as if that would help, and shrugged like it didn’t matter.

“It’s not bug bites. I have a skin condition.”

Johnny didn’t answer. Just kept looking.

“Keratosis Pilaris,” you added, like it was a spell that might end the conversation. “It’s not contagious. Just… ugly.”

Still nothing. Just the breeze. Just him, watching.

You tried to brush it off with a laugh that didn’t quite land.

“You can say it’s gross. I’m used to it.”

Johnny tilted his head. Sipped his lemonade. And then, slowly:

“I wasn’t gonna say that.”

Pause.

“I was gonna say something worse.”

Your brow lifted. “Worse than gross?”

He stared at you for a beat too long. Then looked away, like he needed to physically reset himself to say it out loud.

“I’ve only ever told one person this before,” he muttered. “And that was Gyro. Which I regret every goddamn day.”

You blinked. “Okay…”

“I have a bug bite fetish.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a thing,” Johnny said defensively. “A real thing. Don’t look at me like that.”

You were absolutely looking at him like that.

He kept talking. Too fast. Clearly spiralling.

“It’s not like - not in a weird way. Or not weirder than the stuff people are into now. It’s just - there’s something about it. The texture. The way it looks. And you’ve got that- look.”

You raised both eyebrows.

“Bug bite look?”

“Okay, that sounds worse out loud, I’m realising that now.”

You stared. For a long moment.

Then:

“You’re a fucking weirdo.”

Johnny grinned, all teeth.

“Takes one to move in with me.”

Your face burned hotter than the sun overhead. You rolled your eyes and went back to the pitchfork, jabbing it into the hay a little harder than necessary.

“You need therapy.”

“I had therapy. He quit when I started talking about corpses.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“Well, neither is watching you stomp around in barn muck and somehow making it hot.”

Your hands stilled on the pitchfork.

Then, slowly, you looked over your shoulder.

“You wanna touch it?”

You didn’t look at him. Just kept working the pitchfork like you hadn’t just flipped the entire balance of power in the barn. Straw and whatever-the-hell-else shifted under your boots while the silence behind you stretched dangerously.

“You serious?” Johnny said, a beat late and a little too casual to be real.

You didn’t answer right away. Just leaned on the handle like you had all day and zero intention of making this easy for him.

“Well,” you said slowly. “You’ve been staring at my legs like they owe you money.”

“I haven’t.”

“Johnny.”

“Okay but like - respectfully.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. He was standing there, lemonade in hand, mouth slightly open like his brain had completely shut itself off from the rest of his body.

“You’re not exactly subtle.”

“I could be,” he offered. “But you just keep… existing. Like that.”

You gestured vaguely to the pitchfork, to the sweat, to the literal shit you were knee-deep in.

“Like what? Covered in dust and horse piss?”

“Like someone I absolutely should not be thinking about in this setting.”

“You need help.”

“I need to look - respectfully.”

“You are not looking respectfully.”

Johnny didn’t respond. Just sipped his lemonade in the world’s most suspicious silence.

You raised an eyebrow. “You thinking about it?”

“I’m trying not to,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m failing.”

You couldn’t help it - you grinned.

“It’s just skin, Joestar.”

“No. That’s like - fuckin’ - limited edition.”

You nearly dropped the pitchfork.

“Limited - what? Are you mad?!”

“I’m just saying!” he blurted, face pink. “You’ve got that… deluxe model skin!”

You wheezed.

“You are so goddamn weird.”

“You offered!” he reminded you, voice cracking halfway through the sentence like his vocal cords had just tried to file a protest.

You tilted your head, still grinning.

“So…?”

He stood there. Glass still in hand. Eyes firmly planted somewhere below your knees like they were trying to manifest a deeper meaning from your skin texture.

“I want to,” he admitted, and he sounded uncomfortably sincere about it.

“But?”

“I don’t wanna get slammed in the jaw while you’re holding that pitchfork.”

You stepped closer. Just enough for your foot to bump lightly against his boot.

“Then don’t be weird about it.”

“It’s already weird.”

“Okay, but like - don’t be gross about it.”

Johnny looked you dead in the eye.

“I make no promises.” 

Johnny looked like you’d handed him something delicate, forbidden, and weirdly exciting.

“I’m gonna… just - yeah,” he mumbled, reaching out like your shin was booby-trapped.

You didn’t move. You also didn’t help.

He finally touched it - just a light brush of fingers along the skin, slow and cautious, like you might retract your leg and kick him in the jaw at any moment.

“Huh,” he breathed.

You raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“It’s… soft,” he said, surprised like you were some kind of rare terrain.

“Wow. Crazy how skin works.”

“No, but like - textured. In a cool way.”

“You’re describing me like a countertop.”

His lips twitched.

“A countertop…” he repeated, like he was testing the flavour of the word.

Then he looked up at you, slow and unmistakably up to something.

“You’re giving me ideas.”

You pointed the pitchfork at his chest without missing a beat.

“Finish that thought and I’ll brain you with this.”

Johnny grinned. “You say that like it’s not still on the table.”

You groaned.

He was still touching your leg gently, like he was scared he’d be banned if he pressed too hard. You permitted it. Just for a second.

Then you stepped back, and his hand dropped like you’d unplugged him.

“Okay,” you said. “Enough leg fondling in the barn.”

“You’re cutting me off?”

“I’m cutting you off before you start talking about getting a second helping.”

Johnny squinted, obviously trying to think of something clever and failing miserably.

“I wasn’t gonna say that.”

“You were about to say something unholy. I could see it building.”

“I was gonna say ‘compliments to the chef,’ actually.”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, already turning away. “I am not letting you simp for my legs in a room full of hay and horse shit.”

“That’s fair,” he said, recovering instantly. “But just for the record, I was being so respectful.”

You gave him a flat look over your shoulder.

“You looked like you were about for my leg in marriage.”

“Was gonna ask real nice, too.”

“Save it.”

“So, not never,” he called after you. “Just… not while you’re holding a pitchfork?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Cool, cool, cool. Hypothetically, if I brought you a drink and washed my hands-”

“Johnny.”

“Okay! Just checking. Later, then.”

“-I’ll clean the countertop.”

You stopped in the doorway.

“Clean it with what, your drooling mouth?”

Johnny didn’t miss a beat.

“Good idea. I did call you a countertop, didn’t I?”

[taterswithranch]

That's nice that you like murder drones a quick question is it good? Because I haven't watched past like the third episode and I mainly stopped watching it because it got too "meta humor" for me it feels like it's trying to take it so seriously but at the same time it doesn't and it confuses me also I can barely tell what's going on 90% of the time

I personally love Murder Drones! I think it’s very well done!

I think that was the intention with the humor. It’s supposed to be very self-aware, and I personally think it did great in that context. It’s serious when it needs to be, and the humor cuts in at the right times so it’s not a distraction to what’s happening. It’s also not annoyingly self-aware, which trust me I’ve seen shows and movies that try to do that and it just ends up very bad. To me, it gives off the vibe of the creators just being silly and having a good time hdhdjsk

I understand it can be confusing, but what I think a lot of people forget is that they have to be patient. They’re setting up the story in the first few episodes. There are only 6 so far. It’s not just going to be explained right off the bat. They’re going to give bits and pieces to build that suspense and make people interested and invest in the series. I think around episodes 5 and 6 is when things really get moving and things start to click, and there are hints and clues in previous episodes that kinda hint to what’s happening and it all comes together.

Anywho, I’m the wrong person you should be venting about Murder Drones to lol