When I was 14 years old I would regularly fap to the idea of being Mike Teavee being shrunken down, and being used as a dildo by his mother as punishment for acting up on the tour. At around 15 years old I grew out of it and started jerking off to just regular things, but it was certainly an odd time in my life, no shit.
Think about it. Hank, when. Genius. And if he is, then how many when? Oh my god this opens up a whole new string of theories, because if hank when he is when.
They turned mike into a whiny cuck in better call saul
Cory has nightmares envisioning what his life would be like if other key characters from Boy Meets World ended up with Topanga instead e.g. Sean, Minkus, Eric etc.
I've posted about this in some niche corners of the internet over the years and it's never really gained traction, but it still occasionally hangs over me (for the most part my trauma is gone though) anyways lets get on with the story:
A few months before my dad passed away, he came home from work early one day due to getting laid off, and he was coming up to my bedroom to tell me he was home. The literal first thing he saw as soon as he opened the door was me and a friend from school dressed up as Veruca Salt and her father from the Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, literal donning full fucking costumes, and he just shut the door in disappointment and didn't talk to me for the rest of the night. At breakfast the next morning he tells me "Willy wonka is banned in this house, and your friend is not coming back here ever again" a few months later he killed himself and I've always kind of blamed myself, like if he hadn't walked in on me in full veruca cross dress, maybe he wouldn't have done it.