#stopthatfool found dead in a ditch

[stopthatfool]

Let it be known that your work in Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. casually performed a sternotomy on me but never brought the pieces of my sternum back together. So uh, um, uh, here's my heart bared in my chest for this story.

Hazy and de-realized like that night on the beach.

Waiting for the static to clear.

Woodsy. Woodsy. Woodsy. WOODSY. Oh my fucking god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Seriously at a loss for words. Actually sitting here with my mouth wide open. Jaw on the floor. Mouth catching flies. Socks blown right off. The only thing going through my head right now is !!!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH.

But seriously. the way you have captured what Mav was thinking and feeling throughout the whole campfire scene. It's honestly so insane the way you've captured it-- the way you are constantly able to capture it (feelings, emotions, thoughts) through all your art. It leaves me in awe every fucking time.

The haziness and how it represents the physical pain he was feeling, and the way he kept disassociating throughout the day-- and the texture overlay!?! Oh my god. it's so good. I want to frame it. or have it tattooed on the inside of my skull. maybe i'll do both. The layered text! (and how it relates to that one line about Ice cutting out all the letters from a magazine to express himself. Get outta my head! You're reading my mind!) (don't actually. it's amazing) THE RED LIGHTING OF THE FIRE!! Hello???? I'm screaming and rolling around violently on the ground and tearing at my hair and gnawing on my nails and chewing on the floorboards like a rabid dog. Mav's shaggy hair!!! The moon up in the sky!! the ocean behind him!! You have paid attention to the slightest of details and my mouth is still hanging open.

I'm so fucking honoured that you have spent the time to make fanart for the Jeep Universe. Like seriously. I don't have the words to express it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!