imagine being jonathan sims season 4 for a sec. you’ve been brought back to life to be the sugar baby of eldritch deity nosey bitch. side effect you’re angrily mowing a shopping cart around Tesco because a man’s gotta eat. u get like tortellini but realize that you forget your favorite flavor of trauma (and the marinara sauce) in aisle 2. you slurp a paranormal experience out the head of some random patron as Shape of You blasts over the speakers. you get into the driver’s seat on the right side cause to top it all off you’re british. turn on the radio to hear the news or something (that coma put you six months behind on current events) but end up crying to Happier by Bastille bc the coworker that used to simp for you serves Depression & your entire department is threatening to put you down