Bob.

[little_bullets]

Bob's house is a dusty, sprawling clutch of old buildings tucked away from the makeshift road various vehicles have carved into the desert ground over the years. It has seen better days, like everything and everyone else around here. There's a rusted green mailbox and a fence missing half its pickets and a wrap-around porch made of old plank wood,

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[desfinado]

OH. YES.

There are things harder to do than fighting dracs or stitching up your own brother or watch the boy you're in love with be too distracted by all the things he hates and all the things he lost to see that he still has you. This is one of those things.

Maaaaan oh man, the imagery was so beautiful and THIS right here carried a whole universe in those few words.

NOW WHAT? O___O

[little_bullets]

I WISH I KNEW. lol writing. i should probably figure out why gerard went to see bob.

*JAZZ HANDS*

[soloproject]

MORE PLEASE

I think I've been praying for this fic to happen. IDK, can I draw it? Can I bribe you for more, with art.

[little_bullets]

Dude, TOTES. :D I can see it so vividly in my head, go nuts!

[affably]

I don't know what happens next but I love this!

[little_bullets]

Hopefully I can figure it out myself. XD