This guy spent the last few episodes trying to get his entire office back after being in jail for a year and once he gets it, immediately starts construction on making it better and after all that build-up, we see the final result
“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”
“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.
in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!
dark impulse mikey, *externally*: so, how do you want to die?
dark impulse mikey’s *internal dialogue*: even if i wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercise; 6:30, dinner with me —i can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. ... i’m booked. of course, if i bump the loathing to 9, i could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness…
love it when your grandma thinks shes telling a funny story about your mom as a child when she’s really telling a psychopathic story while your mom lays dying in a hospital bed
In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!
Ever since my haircut, people I’ve know for a minutes or for the last three years have started referring to me with completely non-gendered language. Like, “So you’ll be our barw— barperson for tonight.” “Sounds like your an individual of many talents.” “You’re an older… uh, sibling, right?” “Hey, watch out, stupid bi— cunt!”