the thing about jm is that it would be so good and interesting and delicious if everyone would just admit that they’re bad for each other. jm as an exploration of pursuing a relationship because you’re so incapable of finding value in yourself, you have to outsource that value to the only person you know who likes you. except he doesn’t actually like you, he likes the made up, unattainable version of you he’s held, static, in his head since the first time you met. and so now the only way you can find self worth is by cramming yourself into a role that doesn’t suit you, a role that makes you misersble. but it’s okay. it’s fine. better to be miserable and harmless in a role that will never fulfill you, if it means making this man (the only man who likes you, even if the you he likes is made up) happy, than face the role you actually want, the one that’s dangerous, the one you can’t accept, next to the man you can’t accept sees you better than anyone else does.
but jm isn’t that. it’s just jon and martin saying “i love you alive boy” over and over for 40 episodes straight. which is also interesting. i guess.