i went through a brief funko phase where i bought a BUNCH of pop figures, especially those ridiculous star wars bastards with the bobble heads. i hated them like... two months after buying them but couldn't get my brother to take more than luke and han so i've slooooowly been sneaking the rest into his room. he has almost all of them and hasn't really noticed or doesn't care. they're his problem now.
this is literally a modern day curse








