feeder | love pollution
you pick the pieces up again
you’re like the song that never ends
and you’re the reason i wake up
and you’re my vision, you’re my touch
And maybe a little filler material to chug through while I get the ol’ cogs turning and actually crank out something substantial. Now I’m no good at this fic-introducing stuff but I’ll try.
This is Superhero of the Computer Rage.
Yes, a tenuous play on words that ultimately lends little to the actual plot, go figure.
Quite simply, Facebook and other internet-based maladies become the crux of drama and all things unpleasantly interesting for Gary after he bumps into Ash again having spent many years without seeing him at all.
All is marred, of course, by the teeny tiny problem that Gary loves Ash more than he loves the ability to breathe.
…You’d think it’d be easier than it is to find pictures of Ash and Gary that aren’t shipping.
Apparently not. Sorry about the shipspam.
feels good finally being able to reblog this shit
gayryhomoak replied to your post: In a rather unwarranted slew of all things unpleasant
my dash is just that goddamn woman spooning yoghurt into her vag jesus fucking christ
fucking
i know.
MY BONER. WHERE DID IT GO.
I find my inspiration to write things is beginning to dwindle. Couldn’t have really expected anything other when following the old weeaboostories admin.
Still love that blog though.
Oh well.
gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak…
GODDAMN YOU ARE THE WORST. JUST THE WORST.
BITCH YOU CRAY.
gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak…
EVERYONE HATES YOU, MAN. NOBODY LIKES YOUR SHIT.
NOBODY LIKES YOUR SHIT EITHER, IT’S SO… SO… OATY.
gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak replied to your post: gayryhomoak…
YOUR IMPORTANCE IN MAKING EVERYTHING SHIT.
NO MY IMPORTANCE IN MAKING THE WORLD GO ROUND.
BOO YA.
