griffin mcelroy didn’t bury his gays,
bloodsbane:
he just planted them in the ground so that they could bloom into beautiful lesbian dryads
The apocalypse. The cataclysm. Some simply call it the attack. Religious types, the ones who felt abandoned by their gods in that moment called it judgement day. A sort of punishment for the worlds wicked ways. One particularly poetic title some people use is the day of the unseen invasion…
I started drawing this as soon as this scene happened. I fucking love this scene