I’ve so far managed not to rant about 50 Shades of Abuse but I need to get this out of my head. You know what? Write about fucked up stuff. Write about the most depraved and disturbing things you can think of. Drag your characters through every layer of hell and make them enjoy it if that’s what fits your story. Write that shit eloquently and beautifully with words that burrow under people’s skin and take up residence in their brain and challenge their perception. Rock the sick’n’twisted hard if that’s what floats your boat.
Art, literature and entertainment media are under no obligation to perpetually represent role models or moral tales but for the love of all that is dark and kinky, please market it with some level of fucking integrity. 50 Shades of Grey is no more about BDSM than American Psycho is about a successful business man with a bit of a temper or Silence of the Lambs is about a helpful psychiatrist who doesn’t get out much.
Hear that snapping noise? It’s the sound of legit, respectful, honest, loving, kinky-lifestyle people shaking their heads until their necks break, accompanied by defeated sighs of “It’s not LIKE that”.
One of the best scenes in the entire series/movies. His face. He is absolutely shocked and horrified that she would believe and say such a thing. You could hear his heart break.
She’s so beautiful…its impossible. wherehaveallthescullysgone
absolutely impossible…and yet she exists….
You know, I think I finally understand why I adore this relationship so much.
Let’s face it, this relationship is WEIRD when you compare it with other mainstream relationships on the big and small screen. They resist their attraction, they resist the idea that they need each other, they resist the growing love between them…Practically any other show would have them rolling in the sheets in the third season. I mean, SEVEN SEASONS, people. It took seven seasons for these two to share a very sweet and very chaste kiss.
I’ve heard it mentioned that Mulder and Scully have yet to exchange a simple “I love you” (at least, once that is to be believed, lol) between them—but I just recently realized that exchanges like the one above are 100000X better than any three-word sentence. “I need you”, “You saved me”, “I had the strength of your beliefs”, “I wouldn’t change a day”…ANY ONE OF THOSE SENTENCES AND MORE say so much more than a conventional confession of love.
I’ll get off my soap box now, but I just had to say it—this relationship is so beautiful because of the strength of its core, and I can never get over that.
Even if your methods are unorthodox.
Especially if your methods are unorthodox.
The world needs more situations where someone is smiling and someone else asks why they’re so happy and the person blushes a bit and mumbles “…just am” cause they can’t bring themselves to explain it and you get to know that YOU DID THAT.
Since I live in a world of overshare, I should technically be leaving a trail of bodies in my wake. But I’m not. For me, it’s like “If I tell you, you will be perplexed and slightly horrified and probably wish you’d never asked in the first place but that’s your problem now”.