#i might change my mind about all this tomorrow i'm moody like that

[shallowseeker]

SHAL YOU NO LIKE ROBBIE?!

TBH, I don't care as much about the writers. (I know--eternal shame. I'm not even a real fan--kill me now etc.) I just...don't remember things. I always have to remind myself who's doing what. I don't know how half of you keep it all straight AND remember episode titles??? And no, nooooo I like Robbie just fine. Love him, even. He’s in my top choices!!!!

I just consider him something of a specialist, maybe? I'm going off vibes, remember. I feel like Robbie is a long-winded, loveable teddy bear. His writing reminds me of comic books, which could be why it feels so fraught and verbose at times, like it's crammed into a speech bubble...? Idk.

I think a lot of his characters are also a bit...it's hard to put my finger on it, exactly. Wholesome? They're so Loveable (TM) and Dorky (TM). I find it stifling sometimes to stomach all the "pluckiness" at once. It even took me awhile to warm up to his characters in The Winchesters. (Don't hit me! Maybe I just have a bad personality.)

I think you'd want him on your team for sure. He did Goodbye Stranger and other wonderful things like Metatron's speech in Don't Call Me Shurley (which was also belabored at times but greatly helped by Curtis Armstrong)! It's a type of energy I find leaning "too meta," and "too mechanistic" at times. The best example I can think of is There's No Place Like Home. I like it in pieces, but as a whole, it seems a little too self-aware sometimes. But not in a fun Ghostfacers way? It's hard to describe.

I...can't imagine Robbie creating an Alastair or a Uriel, or even a Meg...but maybe I'm forgetting something.

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Maybe it's Ben Edlund's intellectual(TM) vibe that makes his Sam and Cas more to my liking? Idk. I feel like, since Sam's the only one still alive, getting Sam right would be key to the whole thing hanging together in a sequel. Anyway, I feel like his work in Reading is Fundamental is legitimately Ecclesiastical because he can be more wry/philosophical/satirical. I'm biased--I like philosophy!

He can do entire standalone narrations which are just as “long” but it doesn’t feel so…templated, somehow? It usually just hits better for me, personally. Sometimes he lurches into being too poetic for my liking, too, especially in season 8. But overall, I dig. Meredith can infuse his stuff with some much-needed warmth. It all makes sense in my head!

I think he's at his best when he's being sarcastic and when the action is so fast-paced he doesn't have much time to get stuck doing word-acrobatics. His good guys are conflicted, and his bad guys are really oily. He lets the characters be mean and surly. He can be as deeply fucked up as Sera Gamble when he wants to be (Repo Man????)

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I can find something I like in most of the writers, even Bucklemming. They have some great devil's advocate lines and political stuff in their scripts, once you comb past the racism, fetishism, and weird pacing.

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I'm not above keeping Sera Gamble in a cage and letting her out to contribute random, unhinged things. Something is deeply, deeply wrong with her, and that translates well to a good dose of fucky-uppy-ness and incredible pain, which I think Robbie can tend to sleep on a little bit. (Dream a Little Dream of Me, Houses of the Holy?? SO GOOD.)

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Others? Bobo does some great stuff, but sometimes I find his back-and-forth dialogue to be a little off? I even think something felt off with Cas's speech in Despair as much as I applaud the effort. Steve Yockey does an excellent Rowena.

Also, I'd let Amanda Tapping direct everything. Just because.

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Mostly, I think they should just hire @angelsdean 🤷  and @jewishtrentcrimm -- I followed them during their live tweeting reactions of The Winchesters and mostly longed for their ideas over what was happening on screen.

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Most importantly, it’d need a shortform writer in the wings whose job it is to take all the long-winded ppl's excellent monstrosities and chop it to bits and couch it in the right voice with the right amount of prickly subterfuge and defensiveness. A vicious, short-form editor who values brevity and would kill me inside...

Also, we’d need an official meta wrangler, because the meta can start to eat itself and really devolve if you're not careful (I think this is Robbie's Achilles' Heel in some of his stuff; it walks the line reeeeeally close for me in "There's No Place Like Home," for example, but I've come around to "Fan Fiction.")

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I am...quite happy to be corrected. Knowing who does what well is NOT my specialty.

#i know i have the same problem #i'm long winded #related to a previous ask #i have IDEAS about sequels man #i might change my mind about all this tomorrow i'm moody like that #i'm verbose the point of puppet therapy talk when i try to write too and it makes me want to stab myself in the brain actually #agggh #oh well #i can be self-indulgent let it be said

[calypsoff]

Ninety Two. Part 4

That wife of mine is just a mess, that is the only words I have right now. Having to clean sick from a drunk woman or cleaning sick from a pregnant one, the pregnant one is better cause this stank so bad “god” I breathed out, seeing a shadow over me. Dragging my eyes up seeing a naked Robyn over me “now what?” I asked, I wonder what she is thinking right now because she’s been awful “you look nice naked but what is it?” I am here cleaning this shit, she is there just doing nothing “tired” nodding my head “the bed is there, go to sleep Robyn. I’m here it’s ok” Robyn draped her naked body over me, like that helps “come on now” getting up from my position and holding her “come, go to bed” turning her, Robyn giggled pushing her weight on me so I could fall back on the bed, Robyn laughed out as I did fall back on the bed and then climbed on me butt naked “why are you moody with me?” Shaking my head rubbing the side of my face “just please go to sleep” picking her off me and placing her to the side, getting up from the bed “come” turning to her and picking her up like a baby “Chris” she whined out, placing on the bed “mhmmm” she can whine all she wants but I rather she sleeps because she ain’t fully there and in a stupid mood “there we go all tucked in bed” leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead “love you” she needs to sleep it off “hold me!” She grabbed my hand, she really ain’t going to let me go “please” she whined out “I need to clean that mess, this room about to stink if not. I’ll be back” dragging my feet as I walked off, I am tired. Dealing with Rylee is easier than a grown adult, she is very needy too. I don’t mind it, she is having fun and she’s with me, not like she’s with her friends so it’s fine if she’s wasted like this.

I huffed out sitting down on the chair in the corner, I picked up Robyn’ clothing and hung them up, and the panties. I thought she lost them, but I found them, she needs to wear these when we leave. Looking over at Robyn asleep, I knew she would fall asleep. I predicted that, she played up at first of course but then fell asleep straight away. Tapping on Instagram, I wanted to post a picture earlier actually, but I will do it now. I took this in the bedroom before we left, tapping on the plus sign and then adding the picture I took. Adding a caption ‘Mean mugging like I’m ugly’ pressing post, going onto my tags. I always like seeing my tagged posts, they are always interesting to see. My eyes widened seeing all these picture of Robyn and I, oh these are messy. Tapping on the first one, the video played and it’s Robyn putting drink in my mouth from here, from that angle you can see she did that, honestly I thought she did that too but couldn’t confirm it. I have video evidence; oh this is nasty. I know they are going to be talking about the performance, backing out of the video. Seeing a picture of Robyn and I, I like that actually. I look in my zone and she has her arms around me, I look good. No wonder India was on me, I get it. Laughing to myself and reposting the post, adding a caption ‘The LOVE of my life’ pressing send, locking phone and looking over at the bed. This is painful, clenching my jaw and dragging my hand down to my crotch area, my hand it is for tonight, but I don’t mind it.

Frantically looking around the suite, Robyn is nowhere to be found. I just so happened to wake up, it’s still night but she is not here, her bag is here. Her clothes are gone too, I am just concerned she has done something stupid. She is drunk “hey, hi” waving the receptionist over “yes Mr Brown” here I am just going crazy right now because my girl is not here “look I might sound crazy but Rihanna, have you seen here come through here or leave the place” where the fuck could she have gone “she is in the bar sir” my eyebrows knitted together “what?” is she being real right now “she came down just an hour ago and is at the bar” that is crazy, running off from the reception “thank you” I shouted, the bar is open here and the music is playing but why and how did she get here, what the fuck is she playing at without telling me too. I breathed out seeing Robyn, she is here being the life of the party, how the hell did she find these people. Shaking my head as I made my way over to her, reaching over her “you have had enough” grabbing the drink, she didn't reek of alcohol, but I could easily smell her night of fun on her breath “my husband!” she spat “I want to have more Chris, stop it” she slurred out “huh” I scrunched my face up, I am there concerned as fuck and she is here but she won’t understand that “you heard me” she took a shot, a shot I don’t know where she got from “come here” I beckoned her but Robyn ain’t listening.

Following behind Robyn “Nope. I'm not drunk. I just feel gooood” She threw her hands in the air, shaking and gyrating her body to the rhythm of the beat of the music “you’re drunk Robyn please” I stated and watched her closely, waiting to see what her next move was. As long as we had been together, I had never actually seen Robyn this drunk before. So far, I find her to be a mess but funny too “Maybe I am drunk…” Robyn walked towards the bar again and fell back against it. Setting her cup on top of the bar, resting back on her elbows and shook her head, changing her mind “No, I'm not drunk…I'm just toasty…Or is it tipsy?” Her face fell into deep concentration as she tried to figure out which of the two she preferred “Toasty, tipsy. What does it matter? I'm not drunk though” Sliding back on top of the bar, she laid across the counter top. Stretching her legs out and turning on her side, she winked and smirked at me “get down, Robyn” I really want her to stop “it's my birthday” Robyn whined and rolled around, turning her back towards me “you're supposed to give me whatever I want” she stood up on top of the bar and began swaying her body back and forth. “Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl” she sung off-key, holding her drink up in the air and rolling her hips around “Robyn, get your drunk ass off the counter and let's go” I shook my head, but couldn't contain my laugh. I was definitely going to have plenty of stories to share come tomorrow.

Robyn laughed with me “I'm going to dance for Poppa, what is that song. I love it when you call me big poppa, he got a big dick that’s why he’s poppa. I love it when you call me big poppa” Robyn continued to sing. “Robyn” I said, rubbing my neck “ok, ok, ok I will get down” Robyn said childlike, she held her arms out. Helping Robyn down even though she got up there on her own “have a shot with me, then we go?” I sighed out “ain’t you drunk enough, these poor people having to watch you. These are classy people” I am shocked nobody is recording the shambles that is my wife, but it is an expensive hotel and it’s the rich here “shot for the road?” the guy behind the bar said “a long road for me, go on” shaking my head, I swear she is bad. I think I prefer the Robyn that is quiet and not being crazy like this, I can’t even front though. Robyn looks so sexy, even dancing on the bar she looks so sexy doing it, I think she knew it too.

Dragging Robyn back to the suite is actually a nightmare, she keeps stopping in the hallway, like she has now. Robyn gazed up to look me, Robyn’ eyes met mine and she touched her fingers against my cheek. She is hot, cupping my face in her hands, she pulled me towards her. Staring deep into my eyes, stumbling forward, I closed the small gap between our faces and pressed my lips to hers. Our kiss was sloppy, yet full of passion. We clung to each other, hungrily sucking on the other's tongue. Absorbing the alcohol that still lingered there. Our speed hastened as the world began to spin around us. My mind blurring and our need for each other taking over, overshadowing any other thought I possessed. My hands travelled across Robyn’ back until they reached her waist. Wrapping my hands around her midsection pushing her more against the wall, I then pulled her into me. Her dress riding up her thighs, exposing the length of her legs more when I nudged them apart with my knee. My fingers dipped below her dress and slid across her wet slit, earning a shudder and a whimper from her.

We fell into the suite, like literally fell into the suite. Dragging Robyn into the room, I didn’t want us end up being caught in the hallway. The door closed behind us, pulling her panties to the side, I pressed my fingers against her, and Robyn spread her legs further. Her own hands moved at a frenzy to rid of my overalls. Her fingers fumbled around with the buckles until she was able to unbuckle me. My overalls fell and she slipped her hands between the elastic band of my boxers and gripped my length. Moaning softly as she did, my tongue still pressed against her tonsils. Over dominating hers and swallowing each moan that gathered in her mouth. Robyn continued to massage my length, running her fingers over the veins that were pulsating out. Moving my pants out of her way, she tugged my underwear down far enough to pull out my member. Removing my fingers, I held her panties to the side and Robyn aligned the head of my dick to her opening. I could feel her heat beckoning me towards her. We stumbled backwards; our lips never left each other’s at all. We stumbled back against the mini bar in the suite, hearing the glass smash to the floor but not caring. Pressing her against the bar I finally positioned inside of her. We both broke away from each other lips and touched our foreheads together, her dress continued to ride up when I pushed her legs even further apart. Grabbing the nape of my neck she pulled me towards her and rocked her hips forward to the rhythm I set.

She felt so good around me, my forehead fell against her shoulder as I buried myself deep inside of her. Hiking her dress up further, I drove into her, thumping her back against the bar. Placing frantic kisses along the side of her neck, Robyn tossed her head to the side, her hair falling away from her neck, giving my lips more skin to touch. Inhaling deeply, Robyn slipped her hands underneath my shirt and her finger nails dug into my back. Her head flew back when I cupped her thighs and spread her legs wider, just before scooping her up and pushing into her even harder. Robyn’ body shuddered, and she clenched her eyes shut “fuck” I can feel my overalls and boxers gathered around my ankles, I am going to fall. Letting Robyn slowly down onto her feet, my dick standing to attention as I stepped out of my overalls and boxers. Taking my tee off, Robyn was already taking her dress off, now it makes me wonder. Is she actually fully drunk, now I am doubting that.

I climbed on top of the bed and pulled her towards me, turning so that my legs were spread across the length of the bed, Robyn straddled my lap facing me and pushed me back, she gripped the side of the bed and then carefully pressed her palms into my chest and rose her body up enough to position my length beneath her before sinking down on to me, feeling her inner muscles clenched around me and we both grunted out moans of satisfaction. Gripping her hips and thrusting myself forward, I laid back enjoying the feel of Robyn pulsing around me. Her soft grunts and moans were music to my ears to hear. Rocking her hips back and forth, my hands moved up her stomach, my fingers caressing her soft skin before moving further to cup her breast. Leaning forward and claiming one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking down on the pointed bud, I thrust inside of her with a vengeance, keeping up a steady rhythm going with Robyn.

I used my free hand to run down her back, tickling her spine, before cupping her ass and pulling her body towards me. Robyn locked her legs around my waist, arching her body towards me. We continued a perfect rhythm, with her legs wrapped around my body. Her hands gripping my ass, pushing me in deeper, urging me to move faster, to stroke faster. Running her fingers up the curve of my spine, her mouth fell open, forming a small O shape. Each pump, each stroke that I thrust into her caused her breath to hitch, her toes to curls, her temperature to rise and her body to tremble. Robyn cried out in ecstasy “fuck Chris!” Her warm core rippled around me, she rolled her head back and forth. My mouth on her neck, sucking and licking.

I feel shocking, it’s not even me that got drunk like that but I feel terrible. Rubbing my face as I made my way out to Robyn, she is sat on the balcony, I am sure she is sober now. It’s afternoon here too, that is crazy. Leaning down, kissing the top of Robyn’ head “oh” she looked up, catching her smoking. She is smoking, I dislike Robyn smoking, she took those from me “you good?” placing my hand atop of her head “you good?” I asked again, she is weary “oh yeah” she is rough “you sure?” moving back and sitting on the lounger “I don’t feel good, alive though” nodding my head “you sure you good?” I asked “yeah, did we have sex?” she doesn’t even remember “yeah we did” I chuckled “you don’t remember” she shook her head as she placed the cigarette between her lips “will we did baby, talk to me” she seems very deep in thought “I don’t want to go home” she said “you don’t? Why?” I am confused “I feel we haven’t had enough fun yet; I just want to be free. Drive to Vegas, have fun” licking my top lip staring at Robyn confused “but Rylee? We need to go back for her Robyn, what’s wrong? This isn’t you” she is rough “she has the best people with her Chris, I just know our parents would have her just fine, she wouldn’t have been ill. If you want to go back then go, she has you then” clasping my hands together sitting forward “what do you want to do?” I asked, she is being off “we drive to Vegas, Rylee will be fine” I paused not knowing what to say but she wants to go “ok” I just agreed “I need to get clothes” Robyn nodded her head, she is so off.

I came back to the house; I mean we have no clothes and also I smell like sex right now “where is my daughter Chris?” I knew this was going to happen “hey guys, I just come to get some clothes” I waved laughing nervously “eh! Come here” Monica said, Robyn did say not to come but I did so here we are “Christopher, Monica wants you” I sighed out “yes?” I answered, “where is my daughter” that is a good question, the woman that doesn’t want to come home “I think..” I dragged out “she needs some time alone; I think things are getting on top of her. I don’t know honestly, I just come to get some clothes and explain, well ask if you can take care of Rylee. I don’t know, women. They switch, one minute we are having fun and the next she just doesn’t want to come back, I am sorry. I can’t say, my wife said so I obey” Noella just stared at me “I want her home Chris” I was going to speak but Noella did “auntie, let her have space. Let them have space, they need it” Noella took up for me and I appreciate it “have fun” she smiled at me, I am for one just confused right now with everything because we was having fun one minute.

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