I just love seeing people I follow go through hyperfixations. Like, “you go, you little neurodivergent maniac”, as I scroll past 15 reblogged posts in a row of the same scene but in different gif sets with tiny different nuances.
stop asking who’s the man and who’s the woman in gay relationships and start asking which ones the serial murderer and which ones the one trying to catch them
“But showrunner Laura Neal killed off Villanelle so seemingly carelessly, after dangling the carrot of a fully realized and happy (if not somewhat dysfunctional) lesbian relationship in viewers faces. It didn't just feel like sloppy storytelling—it felt personal.”
"enemies to lovers" no enemies AND lovers. they cant fucking stand eachother yet cant get enough of one another, they get into fist fights and melt in eachothers arms, theyd die for eachother, theyve tried to kill eachother, one of them was brutally gutted at the same table that they've shared so many romantic meals at. they'll make eachother bleed because they just look so pretty all covered in blood. Love is poisonous and these bitches are suicidal.