Silly little eggs @internetgobrrr
I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself
Back to regular scheduled programming.
White Hispanic! Harvey X Mexican! Farmer. Little sneak peak at the fic I’m cooking at a very slow speed.
There was a slight breeze in the air, a breeze that Let Dr. Harvey Roblez know that he should stock up on flu shots. He was in the midst of opening the clinic, turning on the lights unlocking the door. The fall colors painted the world outside his tiny clinic, it was only a few weeks until flu season picked up and he would be busy again. He should be enjoying the peace, he should be enjoying the fact that he has nothing to do. But as always there was a nagging in the back of his mind, that he wasn't doing enough, that he wasn't enough. But nevermind those crushing thoughts, the bell rang near the door and someone had entered the clinic.
“Hola Dr.” a well needed smile greeted him, “you ready for today's lesson?”
Watching the orignal X men….
I fear my love for the cajun has re awakened. 
underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense
Male wifeeeeeee
OH HE'S SO MALEWIFE
Un autisms your tech
*regs your batcher
I made him... less uh, british
God send old man god send 🫡
Sometimes I wish I was female y/n
Canon event
The Bad Batch/Scooby-Doo crossover I now can’t stop thinking about