i have been watching the stupid mid firefighter show and i’m so angry because they fucking invented love. they’re both so fucking stupid and damaged and they want to jump each other’s bones from the moment they meet and they do an enemies to repressed hopeless pining within a single fucking episode and they have a son. the guy who’s the son’s biological father is like well gee not sure i want his actual mum around but this confused puppy of a guy? yes. i need him to look after my son. no i’m not gay i just need to stare into my good friend’s eyes for a bit. no homo. we have friends who are lesbians. and meanwhile the bisexual one who isn’t even gonna kiss a guy for another five seasons is perfecting the fine art of Yearning. every episode starts and ends with the most saccharine voice-over you’ve heard in your life and i can only assume that every second in between when these guys aren’t on screen they’re pining-while-fucking in the locker room. the emergencies they attend to are pulled directly from sensationalist warnings reposted uncritically by boomers on facebook. i’ve barely started season three. i’m so angry.
It's a bit disheartening since you can't even get feedback and I don't know if I did okay or not. And I know I got clicks, too since I do get kudos at the very least. But comments hit different, because they can uplift an author the same way a fic lets a reader's imagination soar.