you know whats a good trope? when a character sarcastically says “what should we do? [proposes outlandish and foolish plan]” and the next scene is them mid-execution of said outlandish and foolish plan
i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
“do you know what it means to clap back, raymond? be 👏 cause 👏 i 👏 do 👏” is one of the most iconic lines ever uttered on screen and i thank b99 for that
partner: what about we roleplay tonight ;))
me: alright. the year is 1832, in france. i’m the leader of a student revolution. you’re a drunk artist. we have desperate sex because we are so very afraid of dying. and then we die, holding hands. beautiful.