It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…” my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. “Yes,” I say, “but not like this… Never like this…”
this is like unearthing an ancient fossil, or some pristine untouched greek vase depicting an old myth. i can carbon date the .jpeg compression on this post
@dragoncrocs w-will you…go to tumblr prom with me…?
“Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds,
meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes, they just arose
through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed, fully formed, from
her own skull.“
i am honestly a ittle upset by the lack of feedback on my kanaya cosplay, but im still really pleased of how it turned out
a little picspam before i move on to next characters
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