ANARCHIST!

LUIGIIIII MANGIONEEEE

he's not sure what he's looking at.

"yeah, i.... i've noticed that. i know it's a lot to deal with, but i'm here, okay?" soft sigh, gently nudging him with his elbow. "how about we go do something to get your mind off of it? have you had nutella crepes? they're the best thing humans have ever invented."

he doesnt believe that, but he won't push it. soft sigh, brows furrowed. "what's got you so stressed? school? uh... superhero stuff?"

they said the titanic was unsinkable, and guess what still happened to it? one time i had a conversation with john f kennedy. i don't know how it happened.

lips tugging into a frown, tugging her in for a hug. "you good, kiddo?"

"uh huh, a lot of things are annoying and i still gotta deal with them." shoulders shrugging reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair. "what's wrong? did blondie say something?"

i think so. i mean, i'm not a lawyer, i get all my law knowledge from better call saul. but it seems emotionally damaging enough.

you should be able to sue them for that. that should count as emotional damage.

only if you go down the same path as the late great john f kennedy

he's here!

vought's always been pretty bad at these things. that's what happens to soulless corporations. something something karl marx

there will be zero once i'm done with them

send me back in time. i'll k!ll baby homelander. someone has to do it.