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Yes that is a bible video up there for after you are done reading this septiplier smut shit. Since Mark and Jack said they are both going on break my brain decides to take it completely the other way and my goretober stuff went missing so I might redraw that or I might not idk. Jesus ok rambling on. Whatever just enjoy this little slice of sin
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-over the phone- -"Jack are you copying me?" "The fuck do you mean?" -"Your going on break too ya goof, and it just so happened to be at the same time as me." "I have been busting my ass with all the tours and shit and it is impossible to upload them all. -"I understand." "Truly." -"So when are these tours ending?" "When hell freezes over" -"So after hell turns to a freezer do you want to take a break and fly over into la tickets on me to play some video games to I can kick your ass." "Like right after the tour?" -"Like right after the tour." "If tickets are on you then dinner is on me." -"Ugh fine!" "Great! See ya when hell is an ice box." -"See ya later ya big doof."
(Time skip brought to you my Hammond Townsend. You deserve better, you deserve Hammond Townsend. )
-The stalker in the bushes Pov- Jk no ones Pov
Mark anxiously runs his hand through his freshly washed dark chocolate hair. (Whatever the fucking color is anymore ;-;) He stands aloof on one of the support beams with his head looking wearily at his phone. He has been up all night cleaning the house and still doing the stuff he does on hiatus.
As he kicks a foot back and forth, looking though the sea of people trying to find a small, half blue and green sponge in the sea of blonde and brown, his phone buzzes and he looks down alertly. "Just getting of the stupid plane now. Be there in about 10 minutes. "
Mark gradually stands up straighter (straighter than his sexuality at least) and looks throughout the sea of faces that look tired and worn out. (All around me are familiar faces, worn out faces, ok I'll stop now) He hears a faint strained voice yell out "Mark! Over Here!" He quickly walks over to the obviously exhausted 62% Irish Irishman.
