The books that I keep by my bed are full of your stories
That I drew up from a little dream of mine, a little nightmare of yours
To be us to take this plunge, to forgive and forget
And be the better man
MEENAH: maybe some day ill find an heiress who my genes dont instinctively make me wanna murder on sight
MEENAH: then i can teach her the badass ways of being a boss n shit!
U PRTDATE COSPALY
THE UPDATE CAME OUT A FEW MINUETS AGO HOW DID YOU EVEN MAKE YOUR HAND PERFECTLY GREEN IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME
MY THREE HOMESTUCK SISTERS PAINTED IT WHILE I WAS FREAKING OUT
His teachings would also persist through surviving disciples, but in hushed tones. His following would dwindle to an obscure cult facing persecution for centuries. After his execution, the body was burned leaving only his irons. They cooled in the ash, as if his anger itself was subsiding, and his followers appropriated their shapes in defiance of the Highbloods.
based on ==> [S] Jane: Enter.
tbh this is literally my most terrifying shoot yet because I was standing on a very thin rooftop ledge (hello, plunging down to my doom!). My legs were actually shaking the entire time. But it’s worth it, because this photo is fabulous. ♥
Super thanks to my friends for humoring me with this shoot, especially since we had to take it three times because I was simply not satisfied with how it turned out initially (I was all “No! We have to recreate the scene exactly as it is!!!” every time we got down to review the photos). Thank you SO MUCH for putting up with me, especially since you guys aren’t Homestuck fans. You guys are the best.