Ugh. I was spared the horrors of watching the love interests interact with each other *and* Mercy in the same scene, thankfully. Watching them with Mercy was bad enough. Watching them together sounds like rage-fuel.
UGH! Listen, Angel/Buffy on Buffy the Vampire Slayer CREEPED ME THE HELL OUT as a teenager. This thing with Samuel, now that I have full details, hits all of the same BURN IT WITH FIRE buttons.
I find it interesting that the only way X is assured safety among the werewolves is via SEX, when there are perfectly reasonable, non-abusive and/or rape-tastic ways to get to the same end. I know for a fact, again from watching episodes of Nature, that real wolves MIGHT kill a coyote for trying to steal from the edges of a kill. But, they MIGHT also just ignore the coyote(s) and let them have their scraps. It all depends on the individual wolves involved.
Considering the fact that I like to have/eat different things, I'd not take someone dictating my dessert choices well. Conferring with me and then streamlining the process is one thing. But, laid out with the facts you described, here it smacks of a man telling a woman 'Don't worry about your weight. You let ME worry about it."
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Date: 2013-02-06 11:04 pm (UTC)UGH! Listen, Angel/Buffy on Buffy the Vampire Slayer CREEPED ME THE HELL OUT as a teenager. This thing with Samuel, now that I have full details, hits all of the same BURN IT WITH FIRE buttons.
I find it interesting that the only way X is assured safety among the werewolves is via SEX, when there are perfectly reasonable, non-abusive and/or rape-tastic ways to get to the same end. I know for a fact, again from watching episodes of Nature, that real wolves MIGHT kill a coyote for trying to steal from the edges of a kill. But, they MIGHT also just ignore the coyote(s) and let them have their scraps. It all depends on the individual wolves involved.
Considering the fact that I like to have/eat different things, I'd not take someone dictating my dessert choices well. Conferring with me and then streamlining the process is one thing. But, laid out with the facts you described, here it smacks of a man telling a woman 'Don't worry about your weight. You let ME worry about it."
Ugh. Just ugh.