since the whole Gay Babadook thing got popular, i’ve honestly gotten less paranoid being home alone in my (pretty creepy) house. whenever i hear a bump, i just think “oh that’s just the babadook in my my basement, doing his gay shit” and it’s suddenly not scary
Thank You, Gay Babadook
well, he only gives you a hard time if you don’t acknowlege him, so i reckon he’s okay company if you give him a little flag to wave and share your cupcakes
just moving along like everyone else 