Current Need Rn:

Current need rn:

To be able to tell someone about my unhinged fictional crushes and to have them not look at me any differently.

STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]

i couldn't stand a chance

me: *resisting the urge to state the obvious out loud (Cooper gives massive sugar daddy vibes)*

Cooper: *demonstrates a clear lack of ability to tell his woman "no", to a fault*

Cooper: "You don't have to work, Barb. You can move to Bakersfield with me and all you need to do is look pretty and help me raise chickens."

Cooper: *lives in LA, a hotbed of the kind of romantic gestures that can be measured in dollars and cents*

Cooper: "You don't have to work this job to get us a spot in a vault, Barb. We've got money. I'll buy us a spot."

Cooper: *demonstrates at least a mild taste for opulence*

Cooper (The Ghoul): "I've always been good at making money."

me: *sweating*