How fucked up is this fandom when I have to force myself to be crazy in a bad way to feel happy for these fucking horrible people. Like, I’m just like “Aww, he got him crutches so he could finally walk around after he broke both of the guy’s fucking legs. This is even sweeter than when he fixed his bandages a bit better because he couldn’t take him to the hospital or a doctor without getting caught for kidnapping, multiple accounts of murder, assault with a deadly weapon, and whatever else the creative court system can think to pin him with.
“Look at how sincere that piece of trash’s smile is. About as sincere as his utter panic when he thought Bum had betrayed him gone with the fucking wind and then his heartfelt relief to find he was wrong and Bum had stayed with him not run away (correction: crawled, because both his legs were broken by you, you piece of garbage).
“How touching.”
