DO NOT REPOST THIS WALL OR ANY OF MY WALLS ON OTHER SITES
lately this has become a problem >_>

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Happy really belated birthday aqi!!
lol actually i was making you something else but.. ITS FRUSTRATING ME so i stopped. you will get it at the end of time ^^;

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ahhhhhhhhhhhh another shotgun wall, but this was born from insomnia. seriously i couldnt sleep and then all of a sudden i got an idea for a wall. well... IT TURNED OUT NOTHING LIKE WHAT I PLANNED D<

the plan: lots of white space with sleek transformed texted shadows
well i always shade more than i should so the white space disappeared slowly
and then the transform tool for text is really gay so instead we get the newsprint kind of look because photoshop really hated the amount of text that i used.

story: lol obviously i made this because i couldnt sleep, BUT when i was thinking about my original plan i was like HOLY SHIT THAT SCAN! ITS PERFECT. (oh yes i plan more walls with this scan). but anyways i also started writing excerpts off the top of my head, with the theme of infatuation-induced insomnia haha warning its very raw and not revised so it sucks :p just imagine squalo is pining after xanxus *_*

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before i knew it his touch had faded, into a mistless clear blue sky absolutely devoid of hiding spots. the scent of expensive cologne and cheap vodka had evaporated from my pillow, though his sweat still stained the whiteness of my sheets. i tried some nifty bleach some weeks ago, hoping that lingering spot could somehow be remedied by time, money and hard work. i even tried to make new stains on top: red wine, tomato sauce...new sweat. but with time, they all faded in the wash.

i wondered if a person ever felt whole again, after someone leaves. i thought i didn't care about his pale white skin, his chiseled hard cheekbones, his lifelessly beautiful eyes. i thought i could forget the way he tilted his head before responding to my open-ended questions, as if he really cared to think about his answers. He always made it seem as if he thought his answers through, but perhaps it was just a habit he learned from his negligent father.

we met on a humid summer night, the kind that made my shirt cling to me in all the wrong places. and when i first saw him i thought he was just another person smoking a marlboro next to me outside the bar. but something about the careless way he dragged that thing made me wonder how he treated his other life pursuits. and so we started talking; i still remember his lifeless laugh and the fine lines that had started to appear beneath his eyes. when he walked away, i realized the summer air made his clothes cling to every beautiful curve along his body.

the newspaper never came that morning. i remember because i desperately needed to look at anything else but his face. i didn't understand the source of my embarrassment--i had many impetuous one night stands wth strangers just like him. i hadn't done anything in the bedroom that warranted the unease boiling in my stomach. but then, maybe i was embarrassed at how easily his body could command mine. i must have been embarrassed because he knew my every weakness: the way my body would tremble when his mouth brushed my neck, the uncontrollable, muffled gasp that would escape from my lips as i felt his body against mine... the way my silence only implied that i hadnt had enough of him...

For Cl contest at MT inspired by revive vitamin water :) :) and the song mercy by duffy because squalo is so at the mercy of xanxus

ok and finally, about alternate versions... this version is NOT DESKTOPABLE AT ALL if you have any icons lol. i tried flipping the scan but the text doesntmake sense since its supposed to be going from top to bottom and also squalo's pose just doesnt make sense either. so i make like a fade to black version that you can adjust to your level of iconness :D

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ok finally stats
vector #74 // superbi squalo (omg you are so fucking hot!!) // KHR // amano akira
time: 7 hours
layers: 59 :D
scan:


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crop it yourself version