Time to rewatch ep 6 again. The chemistry and tension... geez JossGawin have the best chemistry I have even seen so far. No other actors have made me feel like this (Its a lie some have buts its very rare).... wow. The chemistry just feels to real and geniune.
All of a sudden it got angstyš¢š¤§š Can some spoil it for me, so did Akin actually sleep with that guy, I don't quiet remember i the anime its been a while. EDIT: I just did some research and Jonny does not actually rape Akin. The scene was made to look that way but it actually never did happen, so everyone please sleep with ease knowing no rape actually occured. I had to double check this information or else I would not be able to sleep after this revelation. Its been many years since I watched the anime so my mind was a bit rusty but thanks to uncle google I was able to find the answers.
Men always self sabotaging. Men always think with their dick and not with their brains..
Oh, sweetheart, the sheer desperation radiating from your pathetic little tantrum is almost impressive. You donāt āknow lesbiansā ā you use them as cheap props to validate your unhinged rants, which is somehow even sadder than you obsession with a celebrity who wouldnāt recognize you if you tattooed his face on yours. Those imaginary ālesbo friendsā of yours must be so proud watching you turn their identity into a weapon to defend some mediocre manās honor ā truly the pinnacle of allyship.
The projection here is absolutely delicious. Youāre the one who brough up suicide like some deranged soap opera villain, not me, yet here you are shrieking about āKKK playbooksā like a QAnon aunt who got lost on her way to Facebook. Newsflash: normal people donāt immediately jump to murder fantasies when someone says they canāt enjoy an actorās work anymore. Thatās called psychosis, babes, and itās not the flex you think it is.
Letās be crystal clear: youāre not some noble defender of justice ā youāre a lonely rabid fan whoās invested more emotion int his random celebrity than heās ever shown anyone in his entire career. The only thing more embarrassing than your keyboard crusade is how hard youāre trying to convince yourself it matters. Spoiler alert: it doesnāt He still wonāt fuck you, no matter how many strangers you harass on his behalf.
So by all means, keep screeching into the void and pretending your unhinged rants make you important. Iāll be over here living in reality, where normal adults donāt have meltdowns over other peopleās entertainment preferences. Enjoy your block, you absolute dumpster fire of a human being. Try not to choke on all that slime youāre so obsessed with.š
The sheer, screaming irony of you babbling about āprojectionā while jerking yourself raw over this psychotic fantasy where Iām apparently orchestrating celebrity murders is almost impressive. Almost. Letās make this painfully clear since your single brain cell is clearly struggling: I said the public, documented allegations made me uncomfortable watching his work ā a concept so simple even a toddler could grasp it without shitting their pants in rage. Yet here you are, foaming at the mouth like a rabid chihuahua, screeching about suicide bating and KKK playbooks like some meth-addled QAnon aunt who got lost on stan Twitter.
The fact that youāre this violently unhinged over someone whoād cross the street to avoid your stalking ass is beyond pathetic ā itās clinical. Youāre not a ādefenderā, youāre a deranged groupie so desperate for relevance youāve convinced yourself your keyboard crusades matter to a man who wouldnāt piss on you if you were on fire. That ābreathe slimeā tantrum? Peak unmedicated breakdown behaviour. Iāve seen rotisserie chickens with more self-awareness.
So hereās your wake-up call, you unwashed dumpster fire of a human: Log the fuck off, crawl to whatever bridge troll therapist will take your insurance, and maybe ā just maybe ā realize that this unhinged manifesto defending some D-list celebās honour makes you look like a mental ward escapee you clearly are. Donāt bother responding ā Iāll have already blocked your unoriginal, deranged ass with the same enthusiasm I reserve for flushing expired milk. Enjoy your inevitable permaban, you walking PSA for birth control.
Men always self sabotaging. Men always think with their dick and not with their brains..
Let me guess, I struck a nerve because you recognized yourself in that comment. That explains the tantrum. And calling someone a "lesbian" like it's an insult? Are you stuck in 2003?
The projection here is absolutely delicious. Youāre the one who brough up suicide like some deranged soap opera villain, not me, yet here you are shrieking about āKKK playbooksā like a QAnon aunt who got lost on her way to Facebook. Newsflash: normal people donāt immediately jump to murder fantasies when someone says they canāt enjoy an actorās work anymore. Thatās called psychosis, babes, and itās not the flex you think it is.
Letās be crystal clear: youāre not some noble defender of justice ā youāre a lonely rabid fan whoās invested more emotion int his random celebrity than heās ever shown anyone in his entire career. The only thing more embarrassing than your keyboard crusade is how hard youāre trying to convince yourself it matters. Spoiler alert: it doesnāt He still wonāt fuck you, no matter how many strangers you harass on his behalf.
So by all means, keep screeching into the void and pretending your unhinged rants make you important. Iāll be over here living in reality, where normal adults donāt have meltdowns over other peopleās entertainment preferences. Enjoy your block, you absolute dumpster fire of a human being. Try not to choke on all that slime youāre so obsessed with.š
The fact that youāre this violently unhinged over someone whoād cross the street to avoid your stalking ass is beyond pathetic ā itās clinical. Youāre not a ādefenderā, youāre a deranged groupie so desperate for relevance youāve convinced yourself your keyboard crusades matter to a man who wouldnāt piss on you if you were on fire. That ābreathe slimeā tantrum? Peak unmedicated breakdown behaviour. Iāve seen rotisserie chickens with more self-awareness.
So hereās your wake-up call, you unwashed dumpster fire of a human: Log the fuck off, crawl to whatever bridge troll therapist will take your insurance, and maybe ā just maybe ā realize that this unhinged manifesto defending some D-list celebās honour makes you look like a mental ward escapee you clearly are. Donāt bother responding ā Iāll have already blocked your unoriginal, deranged ass with the same enthusiasm I reserve for flushing expired milk. Enjoy your inevitable permaban, you walking PSA for birth control.