>VERBOSE

Re: the dream I had last night/this morning: I guess in a way it's comforting to know that my subconscious can apparently handily distinguish between David Tennant's pretty face and Kilgrave's ugly personality, because the feeling was staunchly oh my god what a creep. I mean I was just disgusted. Bonus theme of " 'nice guy' feeling he's entitled to sex" except with the ~*special*~ way he can make good on that entitlement. Fortunately I was only a diesmbodied camera in all of this, not bodily present, but still.

(The bit with the four polyfidelitous lesbians -- don't look at me; that's what it said in the "script" that they were -- subverting male-gaze tropes for the acting out of their own humorous/sarcastic sexual fantasy, I don't even know what that was all about. I guess it kind of explains the huge curly blonde wigs and "barbarian chick" scrap-leather costumes they were all wearing...?)

(sort of debated what journal to post this to, but I think I have more contact on this one with people who'd recognize Kilgrave and the vague allusion to the wars that sometimes flare up on tumblr surrounding any attraction to him, ships, etc., so.)