I think the best part of KinnPorsche, and it really comes to mind with this latest episode, is that every character thinks they’re in a different genre and it’s the funniest thing watching it clash with the reality.
Kinn is just living his best rom-com life where he falls for his sassy but kind assistant bodyguard that he can no longer live with out.
Porsche is basically a YA novel where he falls for his sexy morally ambiguous love interest who’s secretly sweet but *gasp* his past has come to haunt him!
Pete thinks he’s in a dark psychological thriller where he must battle his inner demons and brooding but hot captor to maintain his humanity but it threatens to over take him at any moment as he is torn between his newly found dark desires and the reputation he prides himself on.
Vegas acts like he’s in gothic bodice ripper novel where his entire world becomes the kind, empathic heroine Pete and he will do anything to keep him to himself and Pete is going to help him overcome the truama of his past with his love.
Kim sees himself in this brooding noir style detective film where he must uncover the dark past of his family but oh no he finds himself falling for the pure and sweet ingénue Chay and must wrestle with the dangerous life he leads and the mission he’s devoted himself to and the love of his life
Porchay thought he’s living his Wattpad dream life where he meets his idol and gains his respect as he tutors him and they slowly develop a sweet friendship that turns into a heartfelt romance
They really demonstrate how all the characters are protagonists of their own story, and that’s how they make their decisions, based on the assumptions on the world around them. They think they know the story their in, and that’s the role they have taken, but the tragedy and the complications of these relationships is that they aren’t in a single genre story. They’re people, achingly human people, interacting with other complex people and what is salvation for one is a damnation for the other.
They aren’t in any specific genre (you know, beyond on the whole mafia thing) and that’s where the miscommunication happens, that’s how the drama unfolds, that’s how all these different romances keep missing each other, because they’re all operating on different wavelengths based on the story they think *THEY’RE* in and not stopping to really consider the other perspective.
It’s absolutely hilarious, it’s terribly tragic, it’s utterly beautiful and performed so well by the writers and the actors.
now why do i like this conversation
Tolya having a poetic reference for every situation he's in just to get shot down before he can fully share it was peak literature nerd behaviour 100/10 do it again
Everytime I come onto this hellsite and see one of my silly little queer shows trending I do a silly little dance with a silly little smile on my face
No, but you don't understand. Arthur looked at Merlin like this:
And like this:
And also like this:
And like this, too:
Like this, this, this, this, this, this, this and this:
You can see him falling over and over through the seasons.
how is anyone supposed to be normal after listening to Hozier???????????? I get u now Orpheus story, I fucking gET YOu nOw
Physically I'm fine, but mentally I'm replaying Blackbeard's frantic ACT OF GRACE ACT OF GRACEEEE to save Stede from firing squad and a single tear rolls down my cheek
hey sorry your girlfriend erased you from her brain. yeah she didn’t want to absorb your soul so now she doesn’t remember you at all. however her mouth does still remember how to say your name even though she has no idea you exist. yeah she called for you when she was dying but on a conscious level she doesn’t know about that. sorry
Nikolai turning to the side and showing his profile to kaz and jesper then asking if they recognise him now was so in character I can't even
Red is the color of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too.
The Green Knight (2021) dir. David Lowery
Hozier said I’ll see your mortifying ordeal of being known and raise you to the absolute anguish of being unknown