#((From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree.))

[ask-the-biggering-onceler]

...AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE ABLE TO DO...

...No matter how many times you put your teeny, PATHETIC LITTLE FURRY HAND UP...!!

......

Nothing....

NOTHING.....

...IS GOING TO STOP ME!!!!

......

.....Creaaaaaaak....

...C-CRACK!!!!

...........

...CRASH.

.................!!!!

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

ribs: cracked

sleep: minimal

makeup: on point

the the last five pages of dr. seuss’ the lorax: stuck in my head

it’s coffee shop day, lads

[starsoflyra]

“And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack! From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall. The very last Truffula Tree of them all! 

No more trees. No more Thneed’s. No more work to be done. So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one, all waved my good-bye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.”

-- Dr. Seuss’ “The Lorax”

[Image ID: A digital painting of Niki (Nihachu)’s character on the Dream SMP in the moments after she burned down the L’Mantree. Niki’s a white German woman with dyed-pink hair blowing messily in the breeze raised by the inferno ahead. She’s wearing a sweater patterned with red, orange, white, and blue stripes. She’s covered in burn marks and soot smudges from TNT and Wither attacks, tears running down her cheeks, but grins maniacally through it all. The air behind her is thick with smoke and ash. The burning of the tree casts her in a deep red glow, sending sparks floating around her.]