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Okay so I kind of think this whole scene of the Eves squaring off is a little bit hot?? Is it gonna come back to bite me to say that? Hell no. I am the master of my own horny creation. I mostly don’t experience texting angst anymore, and I’m always angry when I get pulled back into it. Jane is in a terrible position where she has NOTHING ELSE to go by. She has Marigold’s texts, her own mind (heavily muddled by lovesickness and these annoying little sprites), and an entire internet of the worst dating perspectives imaginable. We’ve seen this empty black room before, where time itself is the only escape, but waiting is agony. The best anyone can do in this space is nothing – ignore suspicions, come to no conclusions, just generally mitigate harm – but how often does that happen? |
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I never thought of it as hot, but the shoulder Eves always seemed pretty explicitly sexual. One is the virginal, romantic, sort of flowery side of sex and the other is the more salacious, fiery, but sort of mechanical side of sex.
Bad Eve's outfit is for sure hot though, like I want that outfit for myself.
Horny and angry are basically the same emotion, that's all you need to know to understand Bad Eve.
UGGGGHHHHH… I had a crush on a guy that communicated like Mar. It was hell. I did everything but literally (and I do mean literally) throw myself at the guy, and he seemed like he liked me, but when I tried to email, text or message him, I could write a paragraph or a newsy letter, or even ask him how he was doing, and all I ever got back in response was "heh, that's cool!". Or "OK!" or "that's too bad". HAAAAAATE!