LET’S GOOO!

I wanna put them in a room together and see what happens

the hunger games brain rot is real but not in the sense that i'm having coherent thoughts, in the sense that im rotating all four books in my head like rotisserie chickens 24/7

I think that introducing the word platonic into media really fucked people up because now people can’t tell the difference between something that’s platonic and something that can be read as platonic but is inherently romantic. Carmy and Syd aren’t platonic. They can be interpreted as platonic if that’s how you see it yourself, but they’re just not platonic. If your coworker/business partner is the one calming you down from an intense panic and you’re out here telling them that you couldn’t do this without them, that you wouldn’t even want to do it without them and that they make you better at this and not your girlfriend who you won’t even call your girlfriend then I hate to break to you that’s not platonic

I still don't get how ppl watch the panic attack scene and still don't get that sydcarmy is the endgame. LIKE IS MEDIA LITERACY DEAD. NO IT'S NOT EVEN MEDIA LITERARY! IT'S LITERALLY BASIC COMMON SENSE. BRO THINKS OF GIRLFRIEND TO CALM DOWN FROM PANIC ATTACK. IT DOESN'T WORK. THEN HE THINKS OF HIS FUCKING CO-WORKER AND SURPRISE SURPRISE! THE THOUGHT OF HER ACTUALLY HELPS HIM TO CALM DOWN?!?! LIKE HOW CAN YOU NOT PIECE THIS SHIT TGT? IK THIS SHOW TENDS TO BE SUBTLE WITH A LOT OF SHIT BUT WHAT THE WRITERS ARE TRYING TO CONVEY THROUGH THIS SCENE IS SO BLATANTLY OBVIOUS?? LIKE ARE YOU CHOOSING TO BE DUMB?? ARE YOU CHOOSING TO BE STUPID??

IT’S HAPPENING!🎉

Sydney is stronger than I am because if I went to my partner trying to have an adult conversation on maybe slowing down so we can work better with each other and his response was to act like a fucking 12 year old boy on a Fortnite server with no parental restrictions spitting shitty insults like “mAybE i’M jUsT BettEr tHan yOu”, I’d have to whack him upside the head.

An addition if I may

so im rereading the hunger games

She don’t love herself

I’m tired of you, still tied to me// Hard Times, Ethel Cain