Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
What if I told y’all he’s my special little meow meow and I love him so much. The poster this is based on is under the cut
hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly can’t even get shit done because i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. i’m listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER
Yknow what I fully understand Vincent's shockingly immediate downbad actions in the beginning of Conclave
Like if I was an aging member of the catholic church who had seen too much violence, who was secretly in possession of the Torturous Organ (a uterus) whose known existence would threaten my life in this toxic ass work environment, and who was sent late to the Conclave under secret protection (which caused much suspicion among my peers, forcing me to be kept in some dingy room upon arrival), and I was greeted and believed by the first geriatric male cardinal from the Vatican that I see and welcomed with such care, concern, respect, and gentleness that Lawrence welcomed Vincent with, I would latch onto that old man like a koala. I WOULD immediately believe that he's the right choice to be pope just because he was nice to me in BOTH of our TWO (2) interactions we've had so far. It would have probably been the first time a man was nice to me in ages. And I WOULD certainly feel something purring. I'm sorry it's just the truth. Vincent I get you so much
Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley and Robert Louis Stevenson reading like that Edgar Allan Poe meme
edit: I drew these versions myself and it's free to share, however the original comic strip is from Kate Beaton!