just in case there’s anyone in Ferguson who’s following info on tumblr as well
sadly, with the way the police are out, marching, and ready for the curfew (with dogs), there are some people that may need this
"We are prepping for a night if jail support. Call 314 862 2249 if you or friend arrested."
In which René has a tough time, renews an interest in food, and has absolutely had enough of Helen’s shit.
The days pass.
To everyone currently in his life, René functions and acts just like he always has.
But he has more difficulty getting out of bed in the morning. He’s never late to work, never a hair out of place; but the effort it takes to sit up and groom himself and drive his car to work seems agonizing and increasingly hard to tackle.
He finds that his usual order at the coffee shop does not lift his spirits like it used to. He can recognize that this cup of coffee is particularly good, that the chocolate biscuit on his plate is warm and tasty, but he’s unmoved by it.
There were so few things he enjoyed or looked forward to in life and they were just… fading away. How long would it be before he enjoyed nothing?
Shiny Swablu by request.
booty made out of straws so you can SUCK MY ASS
demoman covered in cats for anon !!!!!!