A practise run of our medieval-smoke-n-cloak self portrait photoshoot to see how Zach (and me) went with handling everything! Still waiting for our final pieces of tack to arrive, including a chamfron for him. He was a champion, I even had a jump with smoke bombs under it and he was perfect going over it :D I can’t wait to take the real photos soon!!
i dont like your ugly faces how i stoop tumblr from showing your shitty blog?
you can’t, anon. i am now your sixth sense. i’ve permeated your screen and your psyche alike, and what has been seen can not be unseen. my digital effigy was on your dashboard, then in the back of your mind with increasingly aggressive persistence. you couldn’t get my ugly faces to stop. soon, you’ll see them everywhere: your dreams, your nightmares, in the water you drink, in your very reflection. my stupid face will become…your stupid face. you’ll scroll through your dashboard but all you will see is my shitty blog. image after image of decent expressionist artwork peppered with pixelated memes. a vine of an animal doing something sort of funny. it will be on auto-play, and you will not be able to stop it from looping or silence its resonance. you’ll keep scrolling, but it will keep repeating. multiplying. layer after layer, reblog after reblog, the cacophony of overlapping tracks of that animal doing that one thing that was kind of comical will torment you and you will shut your laptop. you will lay down and clench your eyes in a cold sweat. your hands quivering, your breath shallow. it is then that you will see my image, anon. you will open your eyes and those photos of my ugly faces that you could not stop tumblr from forcing you to bear witness to will be on your ceiling. tiled, everywhere, in various colors, sizes, and orientations. it is then that you will know. it is then that you will understand. until that time comes, an unfollow would be your best bet.