I spent like 2 hours burning baby dolls for art and now I feel like satan.

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I spent like 2 hours burning baby dolls for art and now I feel like satan.
sacrifes ||
"We're starting to get pretty settled. It is honestly different sharing a room, but it's Eren so I am used to being around him." Armin's backpack was stuffed full from his trip to the library, when he heard that their new apartment was a few blocks away from the one building their small home town had been lacking he had no choice but to go check it out. His grandfather got the pleasure of hearing every title he was able to fit in his bag when he made his daily phone call. He wasn't surprised that the old man was so worried about him, this was Armin's first time out in the world on his own and he was in a whole new city. The truth was, if Eren hadn't been just as eager to go explore as he was, he probably wouldn't have been allowed to take this year off his studies. He knew his grandfather felt that the brunette would look out for him, after all, he had so many times before.
"It's not as cramped as I make it sound.. The kitchen is a decent size." He laughed when he was reminded neither of them had much experience using one of those, there was a reason two of the books in his bag were cook books. He punched his number into the key pad when he got to his building, saying his goodbyes to his guardian and promising to pass on a greeting to his best friend. Eren had been sleeping when he left the building hours before, Armin had always been a early riser and the urge to get out and walk around the city was too tempting. Their pint size apartment was quiet when he entered, he assumed that Eren was still in his bed. He dropped his book bag on their coffee table and started pulling them out one by one to stack them neatly. He was pretty focused with his task, until a pencil fell from above and grazed his cheek. He leaned back with wide blue orbs, that wasn't normal. When he looked up at the display on the ceiling, he groaned.
"Eren, why is every pencil we own lodged into the ceiling?" he called out, his eyes darting to their open door.
sacrifes replied to your post “sacrifes replied to your post “.” it takes me forever to write.. it...”
well man they say really talented people take a long time
I'd say something to just disprove that but I'll accept the compliment, thank u.
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it takes me forever to write.. it took me 5 hours to write 600 words.
at least that took you a more normal amount of time. I've taken like 4 hours to write only 74.
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10. My character playing a joke on yours.
The Corporal wasn’t exactly sure what came over him, but he didn’t question it. He gathered up tape, cups, an airhorn, a bunch of lollipops, a marker, and a piece of paper and got to work, knowing Eren would soon leave for stable duty, knowing how many people made the base their home, it would take a long while for him to finish, and that was an advantage at it’s finest.
He began by entering the room and taping a piece of paper parallel to the door, writing down ‘Sup, Sucker?’ in black marker. Next, he began the process of taping each and every lollipop around the walls by the stick, adding to the words on the wall by creating an (admittedly bad) pun.
Next, he worked on setting up about five-hundred plastic cups left over from an event, forming a large block with just enough space for the door to be opened. He made sure there was no way to jump over it, as that would ruin the entire purpose. Each and every cup contained water, he had made sure of it, so when knocked over, it would produce a domino effect of spills that would have to be cleaned up, perhaps doubling as a slipping hazard if he was lucky.
As he got ready to leave the room, he finally made use of the airhorn. Taping it just behind the doorknob securely, this way when the other opened it, there would be a loud noise. He hoped to scare Eren out of his wits.
And with all of this complete, he quickly took his leave, making sure to stay close enough that he wasn’t suspicious, but would be able to see the titan shifter’s reaction to his master plan.
[text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
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BUT TAAAACCOOOSSSSSS.
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