YOU KNOW WHAT
IT REALLY GRINDS MY BALLS THAT MAC’S TOY SOLDIER HE GIVES TO YOU IS CATEGORIZED AS JUNK. LIKE WTF.
ITS NOT JUNK ITS PREWCIOUS TREASURE I KEEP CLOSE TO MY HEART AT ALL TIMES.
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YOU KNOW WHAT
IT REALLY GRINDS MY BALLS THAT MAC’S TOY SOLDIER HE GIVES TO YOU IS CATEGORIZED AS JUNK. LIKE WTF.
ITS NOT JUNK ITS PREWCIOUS TREASURE I KEEP CLOSE TO MY HEART AT ALL TIMES.
practiced laying down colors on a b&w value sketch before bed and decided to use this face, because i … miss… my husband.. my special garbage can husband
some mungo dood
Hancock: Guess what number I’m thinking of.
Cait: Four-twenty?
Hancock: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess and please take this seriously.
MacCready: Is it sixty-nine?
Hancock: Yeah, it was sixty-nine.
MacCready : *holding an ambiguous bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?
Cait : *snatches the bottle and drinks the whole thing*
Cait : It's perfume.
He’s got a crush on his boss who’s a klepto. You naughty boy.
“You point I shoot. Pretty simple arrangement.”
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Father and son
Felt like drawing Mac and his son Duncan, if and when he would return to visit him.
MacCready: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one, you'll be fined.
Hancock: Heck.
MacCready: You're on thin fucking ice.
MacCready: Oh no.
this is my magnum opus.
MacCready: Sorry, I can’t go today. The stress isn’t good for the baby.
SoleSu: What baby?
MacCready: Me.
MacCready: *says heck but like in an angry way*
MacCready: You're cute
Curie: you're cuter
MacCready: No, you.
Curie: You
MacCready: You
Curie: You
MacCready: You
Valentine, while this continues behind him: Great. She's caught in a response loop, and he's an idiot.
MacCready: So the other day I was in the park and I saw Preston on a bench just bawling his eyes out. I mean, really sobbing up a storm. Then this alarm on his watch went off and he immediately stopped, stood up, and went about his day.
Deacon: Man, I wish I had those time management skills.