watched with Plums last night <3 :3 great animation and a cute story! made some avatars. i plan on going through the whole movie so this thread will update quite a bit but here's to start! some extries too :x
We're all one in 55,000. c: happy st. v's day~
This is a disgrace to everything we, as khvidians, stand for. I am disgusted by you.
Hey guys this is serious but I don't know where else to put it. A good irl friend of mine moved to St. Petersburg about a year ago but he is being evicted. He is a stupid idiot and is basically settling for living on the streets until he has the money to buy a new home. He's financially prepared to rent in the future, has good credit, works all day, and is funny, polite, and extremely unimposing. If anyone has any closet or basement space even that they could spare or shell out cheap please please please let me know. I am so worried for my friend. I would consider it a personal favour and be indebted to you forever. I just really need people to ask their connections if at all possible. As I said, he's an amazing guy who is generally very self-sufficient and independent but is being cut off by his stepmother after his father died very recently. Any help or information on a place he could stay would make my life. <3
which has the most ridiculously long name ever BUT anyway so I'm like sobbing and there are tears all over and I go to throw away my tissues in the other room and my dad goes, "What's wrong with you?" and I started crying harder and then was like, "I watched the last episode of a sad show." And he just started laughing his ass off sdgj;hkgqekrjg shut up dad you have no idea the emotional pain I am going through right now
about: Spoiler writing this for a scholastic competition, but i'm putting up the first chapter for some CnC if at all possible. based a little bit off of the runawaystuck au but from this chapter on it expands beyond that and becomes very much an original piece. names and such are probably going to change a lot. chapter one: Spoiler There were times when Alexander wanted, above all else, to fly. He wished to spread his wings and feel wind blow through his feathers, sing through his lungs, caress his face as he flew. The iron chains and dirty floors beneath the red-topped tents of the circus were, at times, suffocating. Here he could not breathe, could not taste, touch, smell, see, or hear. There were no bird whistles, no blue-button, doll-stuffing skies, and the only earth that rolled over his tongue was the grime once trampled beneath elephant feet that would cloud his mouth and nose when he finally hit the ground. There was no liberty in wrecking ball cuffs that hurled him night and night again from his high perch above the crowds that would watch him. There was no passion in fearful eyes that would scan these crowds, trying to decide which person would first laugh at his descent. There was no better word to describe the escape from wonder at intangibility to condescension at shame. Alexander was descending. Many days Alexander would tuck himself into a bony, feathery ball against the steel bars of his cage, nestle himself into the folds of a tattered blanket thrown to him with no care. Many evenings Alexander would gasp dust into his throat in place of water or food, lick the sidewalks for any crumb he could gather. Many nights Alexander would stand tall and defiant, tiers higher than any other mutant to walk his path. He would stare at his own reflection in the broken glass glued to twine and hung with cracked light bulbs that lit the big-top as if a golden nightmare. In these mirrors he could clearly see his freckled and scratched face. He could witness red eyes that would spark and blaze and then die into a roar of self-disappointing conformity as Boss would yell out his name and his disgusting malformation for the world to know. If he had a quarter for every time - but no, that would be asking far too much. With pennies and dimes he could buy the whole world as he knew it. This was no special performance. Arriane danced across the floor, winding her hips like clockwork and whispering all the words placed in her head by the monsters she said spoke to her in her dreams. Nia scampered and climbed up smooth poles and tough ropes alike, and was held by Ethan the strongman into the air as if (for she was) his treasure. Sarah spun her whip ‘round her body and lay her head against the tongue of the lion, listening to its wet breaths and letting one hand stroke the rail-thin ribs protruding from its sides. There were other mutants, too, of course. Tanner, the half-crab with hulking claws would be weighed into a glass box and forced to use his lungs to oxidize the water of the tank. Ivy, the half-wolf with soft ears would sniff be forced to sniff out her own food. Alexander would fall. Alexander would leap from his seat, rough talons and oily wings spread for the kill, only to be dragged from any possible heaven back to the ordinary world. The audience, in their stained cloth and scrap metal seats would laugh as the boy with crustacean arms gasped and bubbled and screamed without a splash. They would scream peals as the girl with chopped hair would bite the ground for any last hints of nourishment. Their eyes would tear with amusement as wide wings would crumple in strange arrangement at the feet of Boss who would then raise her stout cane and bring it across his face, yelling in her ever toneless voice, “Did little birdie fall from his nest?†It was nothing special, nothing new. The lights dimmed and the curtains fell. The crowds left, and one little boy stayed. Now, this little boy wasn’t anything special, either. Jonathan was another penniless runaway boy, snuck in to see the circus. Dark hair a mess beneath a ragged cap, hand-me-down clothes just a little too big, eyes blue and bright as a summer sky, he was the epitome of the regular boy. No one noticed him, and he watched everyone. Or, no one noticed him besides the boy who’d fallen (should he say the bird who’d fallen?). Perhaps the glint of his eyeglasses had caught the boy’s attention, or perhaps the amazement on his face? The second of locked attention between them burned the birdboy’s horrific face into Jonathan’s mind. As everyone began to leave the circus, leaving glass mugs and paper bags of peanut shells and popcorn kernels beneath the emptying seats, the little boy stayed and watched as Boss picked up the scrawny halfbreed and shoved him into his showcage as if he were a shirt being shoved into a suitcase at the last moment. These images stuck behind his eyes, Jonathan ran to hide amongst the circus people. He hid below their billowing rags and disguised himself with the convenient piece of felt he kept in his back pocket, just in case he needed a moustache. Not that he, as a runaway, had many occasions to use such a device, but he liked to stay prepared. In fact, just now he had everything he needed to carry out his plan. Except for the plan itself. As a king of japery and last-moment everything, the boy was quite sure that no matter how ill foreshadowed his actions may be he would succeed at whatever it was that he ended up doing about the birdish blond boy. With a determined glare behind his eyes, Jonathan crept closer and closer to where Alexander lay against the floor. Upon reaching where the cage sat, wheels creaking beneath it, Jonathan hid then whispered a quiet, "Hey." Alexander's eyes were shut, his mouth parted. Short breaths fell. Jonathan once more whispered, "Hey!" Then he reached a hand in and poked at Alexander's nearest shoulder. The bird boy's eyes jolted open, his blond lashes scratching at his lids. "Who are you?" He growled, his taloned hand grabbing hold of Jonathan's before the black-haired boy could retract it. "You shouldn't be here. Get out," he warned. "My name's Jonathan! You can call me John, though." "I said get out." "What's your name? And could you let go of my hand?" "Get out." Alexander let go. "I'm here to set you free." For a second only, Alexander's breath stopped. Free? That would mean he could fly. He could fly! He would fly. But the dangers were great. How would they get out unnoticed? The Jonathan boy was small, unassuming. Alexander had wings sprouting from his shoulder blades and his feet were those of a bird. There was no way for them to get out. His heart sunk. Momentarily his hopes had been high. "There's no way out," he explained, I've tried picking out and stuff." John's eyes shone. "I bet I can get you out." In his back pocket was a skeleton key - an old gift from a fellow who'd had a second. Alexander looked at it as the key was pulled out. "Boss will see us, she'll find us!" "No, she won't." Jonathan stuck the key into the lock. With a click he heard the key forming to the lock's shape. One turn, and the door swung open without a sound. Alexander watched this, and also kept his eyes open, watching for anyone to come upon them. Luckily, no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. "I don't know if-" "You can." John stepped forward, reaching out a hand to Alexander. With tentativeness apparent, Alexander slowly stepped out of the cage. The second his feet hit the ground, hope swelled in his chest. He was be free! He had been liberated. Smiling, Jonathan walked backwards, leading Alexander out. Their hands connected, the two boys began to sprint from the awful circus, Alexander hopping more than running to keep from tripping over his own feet. Once they set foot outside, Alexander spread his wings beneath the midnight moon. One, two, three flaps and a hop and he was in the air. Then again, and again until he was really flying. He was there beneath the cosmos, heaving his wings back and forth and he was flying. It was amazing. Jonathan watched, his face lit with happiness. The bird boy was new once more. But then, a strange thing happened. A brilliant flash of fire sparked from the horizon, and a melodic voice from behind whispered, "Things are changing." Jonathan whipped around, and the dancing girl from before was behind him with her eyes hidden beneath a hood. He could tell her by her lips, they were soft and round and red like a hard apple. "What do you mean by that?" He asked her, brows drooping to lay. She smiled, one hand reaching to his shoulder. "I can tell your future. Would you like that?" John didn't doubt her - he'd heard of women like her, resting in the nooks and crannies of society, always balancing as tightrope dancers between sane and slightly less. "What will I owe you in return? If you want the mutant back, you're talking to the wrong guy." "You look at this in all the wrong ways. I owe you a favor for setting my brother free." She lifted her hood, and the same strange eyes stared at him, the same blonde hair framed her face. "Are you not bound as well?" John asked, worry once more clouding him. "I am not bound. I am here, and I am there. I am constant." She smiled, sweeping her hand across the dark landscape. If by his own fault, John grinned. "I'd much rather a kiss, then, my lovely lady," he returned. Arriane sighed, leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a smooth, dry manner. It was only a moment, but Jonathan laughed as they pulled apart. "I will warn you though, boy. There is pain in the future." "I am willing to take it if there is such a beauty behind me. And, really, I haven't much better to be doing." John laughed again, holding his hand against Arriane's cheek for a moment, then letting go as Alex circled down towards. "Was it wonderful?" Jonathan asked, turning to meet Alexander. "I was just talking to," but as he turned to see Arriane she was gone. There was nothing left but the lights of the city beyond and of the circus. "I don't know what is wrong with you. But I'm indebted to you. As long as I am, I guess you better know me. I'm Alexander - and if we're on a nickname basis, Alex. Not bird boy or anything stupid like that. Alexander or Alex. Your choice." Alexander frowned as he talked, but his lips curved at the end.
bahahahaha i wrote this with the prompt being the guy in front of me's hair. i can't think of any other title blah. stream of consciousness <3 the ending is very abrupt. if anyone has any ideas on it, that would be great. Spraying up to the ceiling Ramping from the edge Of bass-line head-phone blank-mind Egg shells tucking conch shell ears And pushing through some melody Humming with sound so Intimate it dances close and wraps Skeleton hands around your shoulders Moves you to the groove A steady step forward a steady step back Leader submissive to the oncoming beats Pencil gliding feet across the floor Wiping clean paper and pressing memory Into every line Be beautiful, poem, Be beautiful Spelled b e a u ti ful so I can Weave it into every word Without splitting the sidewalk and The grain of the gravel sticking into Bare foot itchy hot back alley summer blues Let the hand be the instrument But play it well No trumpet wakes the dead only bids Fare thee well resonance as they Rumba within their caskets a Boogie-woogie-oogie that just don't stop Until all hell breaks loose and then Let the mess flow onto sheets of notebooks Locked in boxes in closets Open every one and spill yourself into it But just a little Dont cry words live every sentence starting with sky So six inch shoreline cerulean and doll cotton Stuffing stuck full of rainy goodbye Embraces and third grade composition books Leaning out like china hats Shielding the babies from what will not hurt them They don't know it yet but the rain is beautiful That's b e a u ti ful beautiful Washing every grubby muddy hand Filling boots left by the porch Licking every soft face Holding sticky onto every window but racing towards the ground Ready to kiss gravity long and hard Sink below the earth and boil In every core melting teapot sugarcube cup Lifting our arms to the air in an eight years old thumb war Grime gripping dirt chubby fingers sliding Pushing against smooth wrists against hairy forearms against bulging muscles and twisting shoulder blades I won but I cheated Going back in time and twisting hellenbusher's skin An Indian burn seeing How long he'll last seeing if he'll remember me When I am older will he twist my skin and whisper To keep quiet Will it swallow him whole like the ocean Blanketing the sand and sucking the innocence and the innocents out Where they cannot breathe Writhe at the surface and gasp for some Guardian reaper to wet their palate They went beyond the margin There are rules here You can't stop once you've started just keep Going and going until your bones rip out of your body And tendons grasp the graphite lapping the page Minuets and hours and days and weeks And the moon rises every night Riding out the aurora and steepleing into Navy jet black constellation maps moths gnawing holes of stud buster stars
Jayn Appreciation Month. Yes.
An official thread for documenting KHV ships. Post here or PM me to add ships or change the status of a ship.This will become more organized over time and I plan to keep up with it, so. B| What?'s guide to the quadrants: this postPlease contribute lots and lots since this is like the very tip of the pin. Atiragrame3 x Mike (Atirike) ♥Bushy Brow x Ienzo (Bushyenzo) ♥Bushy Brow x SkyCat (BushyCat/SkyBrow) ♥Chevalier x Misty (Chevalisty/Chesty) ♥DarkTraitor x Destiny's HandDarkTraitor x Marushi (Darktrushi) ♥Deadmau5 x Riku Lover (Deadmau5lover) ♥DPWolf x Fayt (Wolfayt) ♥ <-- CONFIRMEDFearless x Plumsflowergothic x Rienzel (flowerienzel) ♥Guardian Soul x Sforzato (Novasoul) ♥ | ♦Guardian Soul x Rissy (Goddamn_Sissy) ♥Haseo x Xaale (Xaaleo) ♥ | ♦Haseo x What?Janime6 x Plums (Plunime) ♥Jayn x Fuzzy (Jazzy) ♥ <-- CONFIRMEDJayn x P (Payn) ♥Jayn x Saxima ♥KingdomCrownXIII x Daxa (DaxaCrown) ♥Kingdom Hearts 350 x Machazo (Machazo350) ♥KS x KS (kay kay ess ess) ♥Loxare x RvR ♥Makaze x LARiA (MaLARiA) ♥Makaze x Makaze (maka maka ze ze) ♥Makaze x Saxima (Maxima) ♥Makaze x Sforzato (Makazato) ♥ | ♦Makaze x Zter (Makazter) ♥ | ♠Misty x spdude (Mistydude) ♥Noroz x Sabby (Norobby) ♥Peace-and-War x AmauryPeace-and-War x libregkdPeace-and-War x MakazePeace-and-War x Noroz (No-and-Roz) ♥Peace-and-War x SforzatoPeace-and-War x ZterPlums x Everyone (the ultimate polygamy) (Plumygamy) ♥Rhiscx x Sabby (Sabbiscx) ♥Rienzel x Ventus PSP Aqua ♥Sabby x IenzoSabby x KHVSabby x Misty (Mabby) ♥Sabby x Peace-and-WarSabby x RissySabby x RvRSabby x StaffSaxima x What? (Whaxima?) ♥Saxima x Sforzato (Sforzaxima) ♥Sforzato x Rissy ♦SkyCat x Ienzo (Skyenzo) ♥SkyCat x Lindow (LindoCat) ♥Spdude x $$$Spunk Ransom x Michio Watanabe ♥Stardust x Chevalier (Chevalidust) ♥Stardust x P (Pardust)Stardust x Plums (Strumsdust) ♥Stardust x Sabby (Stabby) ♥Sumi x Sforzato (Sfumi) ♥Sumi x Jayn (Jumi) ♥ | ♦Tequila x Tequila (Tequila) ♥Trigger x Mish (Ba-tum-Tish!) ♥tummer x Twilight_Nobody13What? x Cookiie (Wookiie) ♥ | ♦
By Jessica Sinclair on January 1st, 2012 Japan was hit with a 7.0 magnitude earthquake Sunday—The strong quake struck under the sea just south of Japan. According to the USGS, the quake, that was later lowered to a 6.8 magnitude, struck at around 12:30 a.m. near the Izu Islands, south of Japan. The quake had a depth of around 217 miles below the sea and, struck the region 307 miles from Tokyo. According to the Associated Press, the quake reportedly caused no damage but shaking buildings in the capital were reported, trains in the area were suspended temporarily for safety checks but later resumed—Additionally, there were no abnormalities reported at power plants. The quake did not generate a tsunami warning for Japan or the United States. “A strong earthquake has occurred, but a tsunami IS NOT expected along the California, Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, or Alaska coast. NO tsunami warning, watch or advisory is in effect for these areas,†read the West Coast and Alaska Tsunami Warning Center. The earthquake is the first for Japan in 2012. It follows a strong quake this past July and another in March that left thousands dead. In July a 7.0 quake struck Japan’s northeastern coast.The U.S. Geological Survey estimated a 7.0 magnitude earthquake with a depth of 10 kilometers. Japan’s Meteorological agency increased the magnitude to a 7.3 magnitude and the depth to 30 kilometers. The earthquake caused a tsunami warning. Officials urged residents to stay away from the coast and prepare for possible dangerous waves. Japanese officials reportedly predicted the quake could generate tsunami of up to 20 inches. The tsunami warning was later lifted. In March, a devastating earthquake and subsequent tsunami that hit the same region left over 20,000 people dead and missing. from here USGS being US Geological Survey, I believe.
In accordance with the prophecy, as the title says, who would you marry if there were no way out of it?
In accordance with the prophecy, I've made a new sig whup whup /getting rusty over here blah I'm trying to improve smudging skills. The lens flare seems a little awkward to me, but hrm. A few avatars are beneath. Merry Christmas and such! c; Any cnc would be awesome. In accordance with the prophecy, *~magical bonus~*
to give you a boner you've got one Spoiler homestuck update can be viewed here click on nic cage's head in the upper right corner at the end of the flash you must be swift enough to got tiger
[/ shorty short short like everything i do. slightish guro warning, i guess? and homosexual glitch x self-cest? nevermind weh weh here goes. ] your name is[you are]john egbert. but - you’re not that john egbert. no, you; you; you are so much better. superior, as it were. your eyes glow brighter, your hair shines lighter. your lips are cherry red. you used to hate them(how thin they were)the way they bruised and bled at licks and kisses and sharp edges of teeth and bit-through lollipop candy. red would ooze all strawberry and cough drops from your mouth[are you afraid of him?]and stain cottony clothes, dry into amber honey rust all down your front. but one day you started to like them as he sucked from you and pulled your insides out like strings of licorice and you could feel yourself hovering out of your body and for a moment you were ohsoveryreal. αlmostαlphα. almostintangible. you never understood the way he smiled. it wasn’t the same as you but you are the same opposites you were from the start three inch[deep cuts]es from tasting skin the same pale pallor just begging, begging, begging to touch; asmyp- you know she is beautiful[but you don’t care]and she becomes ethereal under the moonlight, bluebluebluesocerulean washing your feet and electric raspberry tickling the tongue pink. he wrapped his hands around your neck and screamed but he couldn’t squeeze[the trigger warning]even though he says iloveyou like it is a ****ing toy. wind will wrap you both in storm&&you must remember to rip nails clean from fingers or you’ll be stuck picking inside his hands and rewiring them to be unclean. you know that isn’t how it works. you are[he is]the glitch. you are[HE IS]the error. (cancer) you don’t love your lips[he never kisses them]anymore they seem so trivial so red - so appleroseblood below one thin, rippable layer you must peel from your own face. he is the hero. he is the heir. he is the air and you breathe him like spraypaintcan inhalants and rainbloods and hisbloodandyourblood[are the same opposites they were from the start-] he is sucking your insides out like [ctrl+t] Spoiler To go about explaining: In several of the interactive flashes throughout Homestuck, pressing ctrl+t will change the sprite, and sometimes result in other things as well (turning John into Link, adding Earthbound characters, Sollux dancing-). In the fandom, "trickster" mode characters are considered representations of "evil" versions of the characters who want to kill the alpha timeline characters or switch with them. Trickster!John vs. John in sprites: Spoiler
I'm in the process of remaking my first signature. :v Still a few kinks, but yeah. Woo. versus
this is a combo wrk by me n plumssss!!!! hehehe i hop u lik itttt c:::: "luxord, kupo....." Moogle whisperd softly and gently in to lUxord's hot hot ear with the burnign intensty of a thousand axels. it Was really sad ligng in da GETTO but luxord waz a reely gud gamblr and mogle cud wrk al day just tinking bot ther hot lov. "IT WIL B OK!!!" luxord promisd moogle and hugged him tite wile gigglng. they wer reely cute togetha and wre the best of frends and lovrs at the sam tiem. super seyx!!. "im in lov wit yu." mogle whipsr smoovly. "i luv u to moogle" luxrd said smilig darky. lurd touch mogles soft puffy thingy on hid hed. "AHHHHHH~~~~" mogle cried1!!! oh goddd "lets get naked" luxd said and brouht mogle to ground an tey had sex and maed the loves. lurd and mogle maed te lov realy ong untr ther buts wer rel sor and the cudnt mov. "luxrd i think i pregnayt" the mugl said softly in lux's hot ear. WAT IS LUVVV? BAB DUNT HRT ME NO MOR!!!!! lurxrdd cri so haplu becuz he alwayz want ltle boi to molet andn hav 3sum wit mogle. luxrd rush moogle to the hospital becuz mogle have bbby REALLY FAST!!! and the doctr open moogle's puff aand a baby axel was in the middle of it smiling happily at his momme and poppop mogle smil happi nd strokee lurds oft cheik and pasd ot HE WAZ DED BECUZ OF DA BABBBBBBBBBIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! flkwheke so sadddddd ug jsadfasd DDDD: luxrd creyed over baby and held him up to sunlite and named him axel flurry of the flame lands like taht one movee with simba in it. naaaaaaaaaaaahhhh sveeenyaaaaaa nababababitti babaaaahhh!!! dudududmmmmm duh duhmb duuuum da daa "YU AR MI SUN... nd i luv yu" lurdx cridand softly hed babi. that is our story i hope you like it i think it awesome and you will too :) :D :) donut steelll!!! [/ This is a joke please do not take it seriously. This is meant for laughs. <3 ]
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Please note before you read that this comments on modern views of sex and includes three "curse words" that may be considered offensive. If this needs to be taken down, please let me know. <3 This is intended for a literary magazine and I would like some help with editing so if you could critique, I would be grateful! Tremors and quakes shook our solid ground with aneurysms of bygone gunshots popping in our faces. There was a bloom of blue over our breath and amplification lit our path like the stars of heroes guiding our journey. There were the chainmail shivers and steel bullets of raging war chants, the anticlimactic deaths of timelines forksaken strewn about our feet in usual fashion but somehow we were life instead of death. How on Earth should I split your lips? Let me place my tongue and thieve your breath. I will move in all the right places, just tell me what simon says. I was spinal cord tied and shooting star struck and she + I ='d ax^2 + bx + c parabolas that reached out of our solar systematic guts and pierced the heavens with unbound and unsound eloquence. We had become the conquerors. We spilled blood, we wiped rape clean with gold edged axes born of phoenix fire and lust and anvil rusted pen blades shearing lined paper to give grace to new beings and birthing constellation candy, spitting letters lit with neon and filled with palpitations of jugular veins; agnosia plagues the minds of the youth. There is no form to this, no central idea or morals. We become what we puke from hearts beat-beat-beat-beat-falter-beating the rhythmic inhalants clouding the spray paint can lungs of the young. I want to pull God close, kiss His cheeks for what He gave us - a world we can bend and mold with our hands. We can take opium fields and spider webs and somehow the result is cosmic claustrophobia poking and peering into the depths and seafloor ridges of your mind - put your head straight. Don't write past the margins just place your neck on all the cutting boards and wait for someone to chop or else take the knife and let's start a genocide no a neolithic xenocide that splits the kinetic from the symphonic and paints sunsets with the dawn of gore. There is explicit content taped over our mouths and television screens. Our pupils pixelate under bright lights, we taste the intoxication in our throats as the silver plays out robots on wolves probing for a ticking point or something to make snarling canines writhe. Yellow sunglasses with blue blocking lenses - yes - that is what she wanted for her birthday but instead she got sex in glass bottles and plastic tubes. "Let me see your c*nt you c*cks*ck*ng sl*t," she lifts her skirt, no cotton panties hidden beneath. I sat next to her at lunch. "You don't really have friends, do you?" She was alone. Lips licorice red like her nipples were peppermint pink she spilled monochrome words. The irises of her eyes were every shade of heliotrope. She was here so short, yet I found a lifetime. There must be someone to share this moonlight with, someone to hold this silence and cradle it in their hands with the tenderness of gentle feather strokes. I need cold fingers that will tap at my own and send shivers through my nerves. I need another set of eyes to stare through skeleton hand prints that cover the sky and another mouth to drink this clean air.
Setting:Two hours after the buses were supposed to have arrived. The majority of the kids are tired and stressed after having walked the five miles to dinner after a day of field games and walking to and from about five times already. Everyone is tense and seems worried about the buses. We should be home at this time. Sponsor 1: Hey, Student Council! Students: *cheering* Sponsor 1: Our buses still aren't here so let's hike back up the five mile trail to our locked cabins in the cold holding all of our backpacks, sleeping bags, and pillows! And so we hiked back up to find that the buses were just too lazy to drive down and get us, just like when we arrived and they refused to drive us further than the entrance. The next two hours were then spent on a bus full of freshmen and sophomores who fought about the windows and yelled into each others ears. Remind me to never take another trip with high school kids in my life.
New theme with Plums <3 These are far from my best, but I wanted to try using more brushes and animation. The biggest thing I think is working on the lighting (haha that's funny since it's seer of light okay shutting up now). Any tips on lighting and animating would be awesomely awesome.
