Bopbop171 - Bopbop171

whatever. go my pristine blade

I don't know if they're wedding people, probably not, but by the gods I will draw them all dressed up in white and sparkly and in LOVE *sob*

Blood on her hands.

Silly stuff I drew :D

Administrator privilege revoked.

you can't convince me Colin wasn't bashing Freddie's servers in with a crowbar while in his pjs, it was like four am

father daughter bonding time

diversity win! the woman from another timeline with unclear intentions is pansexual!

gently wish to suggest that kissing your ether addicted ex-coworker on your mother's deathbed might not be romantic or sexual at all and may in fact be the product of being a woman on a mission to reclaim every single fucking thing your bosses have ever stolen from you, including the normalcy of being able to have a childhood crush and daydreaming about how you and your 8-year-old colleague met over a vat of sweet vitriol just like your god/hero kier and his industrious wife imogene. perhaps you are not horny for a dude but are in mourning for the futures you both lost to corporate greed, the futures that were stolen from every person in your cold and desolate hometown, which you were forced to leave behind before you were 13 so that you could be groomed into middle management. perhaps you are hell bent on righting every wrong, even this one, however silly it seems in the moment.

TMW Your Antichrist Ex comes back to your recovering ruined world potentially redooming everyone and destroying all your reconstruction efforts through the rip in reality killing your trusted coworkers leaving you with nothing but tape recorders and some bitchy UK civil service worker, Happened to my friend Georgie Barker once.