Should five percent appear too small..
A.K.A: I'LL CRASH YOUR CAR INTO A WALL. c: Yup.
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c:
Kay.
So i'm very bored.
Oh so bored.
MAH SAD FAEC.
And oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, the new update of Pandemic was amazing.
AMAAAAAZING.
♥ ಠ_ಠ
Good work Ellie, good work.
LOOK AT MY BIG RAINBOW LETTERS.
HAWHAW.
LET ME TELL---Oh my god, I love the way George says 'tell'. HIS WORDS EXCITE ME TO DISTURBING LOTSNESS. YES, MUTHAFUCKA, LOTSNESS IS A WORD. ah chekd uh dickshunarie, kaythnxbai.
SO ANYWAY...
I'm bored and I drew plenty of arts...
That's my e-hubbwife, Mello, George, and then there's me. It's a forced wedding, or something. Simply put, we scare George. Go us.
And then a picture I drew while fiending for some inspiration. It came to me in the form of an octopus. A happy, happy octopus. Fear him. Loathe him. But for god's sake, just don't taunt him.
And a random
drawing of a chick who ended up being kinda like gaia. Fml. Tell me if you get this pic dudes.
Ahahaha. I love that shit man.
Pandemic arts. The first bit, is George flailing around and being very sad and drunk and drugged (he should be winning awards for this shit) when Ringo wanted to leave the room. And then next, is Paul being elbowed in the fucking ribs by John. Like a boss. Nextttt is Ringo getting ready to beat the fuck out of an infected dickass. Go go Rage-go. And then on the bottom is Ringo fretting over George's chewed ankle. That does look like it hurts. D^:
And now I want pizza and possibly some violent John/George fics. I just love me some masochistic!George. OR SOME BOTTOM!JOHN. Oh yessss. -feels a happy tingle down in my ovaries-
Yeah baby, YEAHH.
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