his eyes were twitter-blue as they stared out into the yahoo-purple and youtube-red clouds over a facebook-blue sea dotted with the broken deviantart-green tree branches. and then his eyes darkened to tumblr-blue speckled with wikipedia-grey as he turned to his fiery fox. “let’s begin,” he said, his voice like chrome. “let’s begin exploring this internet.” and they binged off into the setting sun at a google miles per hour.
They’ve finally figured out their real target demographic.
I made an Aoba cake for my wife’s birthday.
imagine seeing the empty husk of a body you used to live in every day, like a snake that shed its skin but then your boyfriend fucking kept the skin and put it on a pillow in plain view in his bedroom and fucking posed it so it looked like your old self, just sleeping, so he could look at your dead dry snake skin every day. imagine how much that would fuck you up
#the last one just gets me so bad because he already feels helpless without his arm so he tries to back away but subconciously he thinks it’s#still there#so he falls on his face and it hits him even harder how helpless he is#and then he tries to give his life to save his brother again because it’s the only thing he can do#and ed is just such a strong kid that everyone forgets he’s just a kid but he really is#and it hits you like a freight train in the last one#cries ok I’m done
I’m sorry but that was needed cause it made me cry. ;w;”’
I know you guys are probably tired of seeing me make posts about my commissions but i gotta get my art out there somehow
anyways went with a more simplistic approach instead of gifs this time around. sorry about my weird writing.
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