the thing about willmack is that there’s something like inherently magnetic about watching two people pick each other first over and over and over again. like often times the way people in their lives talk about them like they’re the same person is borderline voyeuristic and its just so relatable. like think back to when you’re faced with that one duo where if one of them arrives alone the first question is “where’s the other one” cuz you literally can’t separate those two people in your mind, and if you don’t exactly have that you cant help but be a little envious, because it’s such a rare and like desirable(?) kind of dynamic… how do you come across a counterpart with such a high level of compatibility that you get to weave through life like two lines tied to the same needle… how can you not watch from afar and think yeah it would be nice to be an unconditional first choice for someone…

a drive by helmet to helmet tap just cause he takes one look at you and just feels like he wants to might be the most toe curling shit ever but don’t quote me on that

not to say that i’ve been saying but i HAVE been saying that smith got mad game bro. mad game. you’re not careful? he’s gonna get ya.