"team black" "team green" where is team joy. team fun headcanons. team cannibalism as a metaphor for love. team all these characters are my dolls and only exist as an extension of my personal entertainment
men will say hear me out and show you the most conventionally attractive woman you've ever seen (she's not wearing makeup). women will say hear me out and show you this thing
one day i'll talk about how much of the criticism jeremiah fisher receives stems from internalized misogyny and this toxic notion of masculinity where vulnerability, tender support and soft playfulness on men are perceived as too "cringe"/"feminine"
in the first scene jere is angry cause belly treated him like shit and in the second scene conrad isn't angry cause he's been treating belly like shit. hope that helps
goodbye pookie. i will miss your repressed darkness, your flawed perception of nobility and love, your self destructive loneliness and your chronic lack of rizz
in the sense that the woman gets constantly hurt and is perpetually stuck waiting for the man to fix his emotional issues while the narrative stunts her growth in favor of his
susannah telling a 16 y/o belly to take care of conrad and dissuading jeremiah from accepting his feelings by pushing the infinite love agenda was so funny. like what even is this family about