I left my lunch pail on the bus and I’m having a baby.
#if you think im over the idea of brainwiped red room betty #decommissioned after the war with her hands and heart shut off #you’re as wrongly dead as the two italian spies she garroted with wire hidden in her beehive hairdo #au: mad men mcu
this trove is a seam I wish to mine deeply, because it holds all of the best-awful things. January Jones does vacant-eyed rage, a body evacuated of all feeling, neat fingernails in a target’s chest, bloody gloves up to her elbows, this meant something once, “i’m going to the opera. i had a necklace for it, a special one.”