I enjoy watching white boys to not used to the word ‘homie’ trying to say it to their friends. “Wait for me, homies!” Yes. Wait up my brethren. My joyous companions, halt for me, for I am down with the hippity hop. We are chums are we not? The four and twenty, ablaze!
A hotel ruined by a fire three years ago is among a number of once glamorous buildings being slowly reclaimed by nature in Germany.
Photo credit: Michael Mehrhoff
even when its years and years from now and im an old lady this song will be the only song that will ALWAYS remind me of homestuck
You can tell by the way I walk I’m a women’s man no time to talk
can’t you imagine it though?
ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”
are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk
ANON HATE SIMULATOR 1.05 PUBLIC BETA
They Buried Him Deep Again
Done in Photoshop CS4, no SAI this time, I did actually try “inking” it in SAI at one point of the process (not shown) but I felt like I’d lost some something in the lines so I went back to (what I consider) the sketch. Otherwise, this was a short story illustration prompt. And by short story I mean the title was the prompt. It was a lot of fun.