Piano Man Leitmotif

hey it’s fry | born mid / late 90’s | they/them | i block content or users i don’t wanna see 👍 t sideblog for pretty much whatever dumping ground for wips and doodles -18 please don’t follow 🙏

[bituingalaxy]

Honestly terrifying

[s-dei]

chill!

[corpusdilecti]

When its so fucking hot where ye live you wonder how the mfs in blood meridian cope

[foghorn2leghorn]

that fuckass dog 💔

[jacktherippy]

kid dooddles/wip

im like, super art blocked so, this is all it go

[venikvenikovna]

A serious Kid

[boarstalker]

the boar doodles. too lazy 2 draw huh

[herr-hair]

Him and his judgelings😭

[herr-hair]

Someone cut my hands off so I can’t ever do this again

[bloody-pony]

[herr-hair]

My meridian? Bloody.

My evening redness? In the west.

[hetmantrot]

husbands

[hetmantrot]

husbands

[scrump6969]

[deepsi0]

Yeehaw art dump

[somepong]

FINALLY!! I'm free from my uni project

[fireworkss-exe-deactivated20251]

“judge holden is a woman to me”

“ummm isn’t that kind of tone deaf? are you equating womanhood with—”

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

sorry i couldn’t hear you over the sound of me putting a fictional war criminal in a slutty apron and calling him mommy. sorry. i was too busy hand-feeding him fried foals and then writing 12k of emotional devastation and Western porn. sorry i gendered him like a little fucked up toy horse in a victorian children's tuberculosis hospital.

YES. HE’S A WOMAN TO ME. HE’S A 50S HOUSEWIFE HIGH ON EVERY SINGLE DRUG. HE’S A HIGH-KILL-COUNT BRAT. HE’S A PRETTY LITTLE THING WHO GETS RAWED IN THE DESERT AND MONOLOGUES AND KILLS EVERY PERSON HE SEES TO COPE. AND I DO NOT CARE IF IT MAKES SENSE.

HIS FEET ARE LIGHT AND NIMBLE. HE NEVER SLEEPS. HE SAY THAT HE WILL NEVER DIE. HE DANCES IN LIGHT AND IN SHADOW AND HE IS A GREAT FAVORITE. HE NEVER SLEEPS, THE JUDGE. HE IS DANCING, DANCING. HE SAYS THAT HE WILL NEVER DIE.

HE IS WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT.

HE IS NOT A MAN. HE IS NOT A WOMAN. HE IS A TRAGEDY IN A HAT.

you’re talking about “tone deafness” like i didn’t just write a fic where he gets folded in half by an unwashed beast of a gang leader and then kills a horse with a rock over the head because "everything that exists without my knowledge exists without my consent." BABE. THERE IS NO EVENING REDNESS IN THE WEST HERE. ONLY BLOOD MERIDIAN.

your genre-defying thinkpiece cannot survive the heat of my horny little monkey brain. you want to talk about gender roles?? I WANT TO PUT HIM IN A NATIVE AMERICAN VILLAGE. I WANT TO GIVE HIM A CANNON. I WANT TO MAKE HIM THE WAR AND THE DEVIL AND THE SUZERAIN OF EARTH.

and also? sometimes i call him el diablo for getting in multiple alterations in one chapter and still being alive. because HE DESERVES IT. because I SAID SO. because it’s FUNNY and UNHINGED and that’s the POINT.

you are not fixing the world. i am not breaking it. it makes no difference what men think of discourse. discourse endures. as well ask men what they think of stone. discourse was always here. before man was, discourse waited for him. the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. that is the way it was and will be. that way and not some other way. take your discourse and go. i’ve got people to scalp. i’m about to make him drown puppies out of spite.

I think I just started crying

[alsoluis]

Bro can't catch a break