at people thirsting after elias.. get well soon i guess

no emotional object permanence

Hey rb this if would kill somebody for your partner

I want to make you happy for the rest of my life.

elias Bouchard? stupid idiot motherfucking elias Bouchard goddamn bitch information-stealing brutal-pipe-murder rat old bastard shithead idiot ASS of the magnus institute biggest clown in the jail cell stupid motherfucking elias Bouchard i fucking hate him so much why does h

you dont wanna mess with me i cry easily

[id: art of martin blackwood and jonathan sims from the magnus archives. martin, a chubby freckled man with short hair, stands in the doorway holding a steaming cup of a tea. he knocks on the doorframe with a tentative smile. “knock knock,” he says. “…made you tea.” jon, a thin man with long hair, doesn’t look up. he says, clearly exhausted, “tea’s haunted…” martin pauses with one hand still mid-knock and a quizzical expression, staring straight ahead. “i-i’m sorry, what?” something many-legged begins to crawl out of the still-steaming teacup. cut to jon, head now raised, cocking a gun, looking extremely done. “tea’s fucking haunted martin.” end id]