I actually use Gimp to produce my graphics. I could put together a short tutorial as to how I do it and hope that it applies to Photoshop. I know...
Alright. Getting on Fuzzy's ass now. c:
†“And in the midst of it all, We’re born just to fall.. You promised me, you promised me. Gave you my heart and then the key.†This was one of the few songs on EX-TAZY’s album that wasn’t screamo, but by the way Gwen was belting it out, you wouldn’t even recognize the difference. Instead of viciously attacking Lily at the park and violently ripping her from the sexy arms of the infamous Alejandro, Gwendolyn had decided a little lyric belting went a long way. She wasn’t particularly sure where she was going to go now. Her hands were trembling against the steering wheel and her bright emerald eyes kept blurring with tears. The last place she wanted to go was her parent’s house; that was a definite. They would no doubt drive her to committing suicide, especially her sisters. But she didn’t necessarily want to go home either. The small, but nice apartment she had gotten for herself when she moved out didn’t sound appealing at all, being that she lived alone. It was at this moment that Gwen began to feel something that was rare for her to feel. It was a sensation often described in the media, a term often whispered between intimate friends, and a phenomenon glorified in superhero films. Gwendolyn Pierce was lonely. It was something unfathomable. She realized that she wasn’t particularly good at making friends, even in high school but she had been fine with the few that she did have. She had been fine being surrounded by people, even ones who didn’t really know her. But today it was different. Today she wasn’t fine. She needed someone and the only person she really had was too busy chewing off Alejandro’s tongue. With this feeling of loneliness came an almost unbearable feeling of shame. “Since when did I become so pathetic?†She choked out through a whimper, eyes locked on the road and mascara tears sliding down her red, damp cheeks. “I wish you would hold me, don’t leave me feeling lonely.†//OOC:
Whoooooa. That's a bit closed minded of you, don't you think? I happen to know a good couple of grapes down the street from my place. :c...
Nothing at all. ;-; Mi Wii broke before I could finish the game, so I have no idea who the person in your sig is, and it brought this huge wave of...
I'll be messaging you today, if you get on. xD Thank you for your post in my thread, by the way. <3 Made me feel not-so-alone.
Twilight Princess in your sig? D:
I actually decided to delete it and start over. I mean, the recording. Which is why it's taken so long. <-< I totally would...If I had the...
...Yep. That's...er. Better, alright. 8D Why don't we just call Canadian bacon ham?
I know what you mean. ^^; I tried to message you yesterday on MSN, but I think you were busy. ; ;
Awzum. c; I'm actually an avid fruitist. We dn't accept ur kind hur. <3 And ahhh. I see. c: I love Plums, and purple, and Britannia. I...
Oh? On what instrument? O: If you ever see the third one, let me know. xD
“Damn it to bloody hell!” A second hadn’t even passed before all eyes were locked on the noisy redhead, conversations ceasing and a cell phone accompanied by a single pen clambering to the floor. A series of piercing green glares returned things back to normal, if not for a bit sluggish with tension. Gwen turned her gaze back to the mirror, frowning at the image before her. Scarlet strands of hair were pulled back into a high ponytail, braids undone and leaving her front side bangs cascading down her cheeks in gentle waves. It wasn’t as though the dress didn’t fit her right, or that it wasn’t the right color or height. It was simply the fact that it was a dress. All of this preparation was, bluntly, freaking her out. Crude as it may have been to exclaim such “vulgarity” in the middle of a clothing store, poor Gwen felt it a necessary exclamation. She couldn’t remember the last time she wore a dress, much less a strapless one with lovely floral print. She always wished looks could kill, or at least fracture a mirror. Maybe then she’d fine some kind of motivation behind the glassy cracks. She turned away from the furniture, flustered and releasing a high shriek-like groan of exasperation as she clicked and clacked her way back into the dressing room, heels scraping against the tile floor and digging into the carpet to follow. She hastily pulled the plastic band out of her hair, locks tumbling down her back and draping over her shoulder lazily and she unzipped and tugged the cloth from her body. “I don’t have freaking time for this!” She moaned to no one in particular, though she was positive there were people listening in on her ranting. She quickly got changed back into her regular outfit for the day (a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue shirt with the grunge print ‘EX-TAZY’—her favorite band— plastered over the stomach), lifting her legs one by one to remove the heels and striding completely barefoot and frazzled to the nearest check-out stand. After maneuvering right in front an ever-growing line of shoppers and stepping in front of the next customer in line, she curled and snapped her hair band around her wrist like a bracelet and ran her fingers through her hair with a huff. The customer behind her politely tapped her shoulder as to say something and she just held up her hand and rolled her eyes, making her way over to a cashier and slamming the dress down on the counter. The cashier blinked at you incredulously, tilting her head curiously towards the line of people behind Gwen. “Um…” Gwen glanced behind her shoulder, ever-piercing eyes narrowing and lips pressing together before she turned her attention back the cashier. “Something up?” A continuous buzzing on her right thigh made her jump and shudder, a hand instinctively digging through her pocket until grasping the light blue flip phone and using her thumb to flip it open, scowl leaving her lips. “Lillian. Update, now.” With this, she nodded towards the cashier like nothing was wrong, who reluctantly started to scan and bag her dress. “He’s there! I told you, I told you, I told you! Now all you have to do is hurry up! …Where are you? ARE YOU STILL AT THE MALL?” A shrill voice shouted from the other side of the phone. Clearly this woman was just as shameless as Gwendolyn. “Shh, Lily. You’re stressing me out, I’m almost there! Stall him for me!” “My pleasure, Gwenny.” A flirtatious giggle followed. “…Oh, shut up.” With a few more friendly words and a cash exchange, Gwen was out the door and through the mall exit, running barefoot to her car and unlocking it with her free hand, the phone still clasped tightly in place by her jaw and shoulder. She threw the dress into the backseat before climbing there with it and stripping down again as she had in the dressing room. A cry of frustration left her as she struggled to zip the back of the dress up. It would have hugged her curves perfectly…if she had had any for it to hug. Unfortunately for her, her body type was skinny and skinnier. Not that she didn’t like being skinny, but it didn’t leave much room for feminine growth. Maybe that’s why she didn’t find strapless knee-high dresses like this one to be all too worth it. “But if he likes them…” “What?” A soft blush caused her otherwise pale cheeks to glow pink, eyes cast down to the heels she was currently strapping on. “Nothing…” “Alright, well…I’m going to go stall. Love you, Gwenny.” “Love you, Lily.” Once the phone went silent, Gwen tossed it and climbed back into the front seat, her heart pounding and thoughts racing. As she was pulling out of the parking lot and heading to her destination, she was almost positive she was about to have a heart attack. She mentally checked herself for all of the signs while paying mind to all of the road’s rules and stoplights. Her finger tapped nervously against the steering wheel. I suppose I should tell you exactly what poor Gwen was off to do, if you haven’t figured it out by now. This is how most tragedies (and chick flicks) start off, actually. ‘So, there’s this guy…’ Not something you haven’t heard before, right? Exactly. And no matter how many stories and movies and poems and songs start off with this fact and end in heartbreak, the same fools keep falling for it. Though she’s a clever, independent and determined girl, dear Gwendolyn had fallen for the same cliché. There was a guy. Not just any guy, oh no, Gwen had standards. This guy was hot. Movie start hot. Teen drama hot. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous and much too perfect for her, but he was a gentleman. Edward Cullen gentleman. Yup. Oh Gwen, the poor fool. Hook, line and sinker. You would think someone like her would know better. Well you’re wrong. Here she was, dressed up and dazzling for this hot teen hunk whose name is surprisingly not Brad or Jake, but rather Alejandro. She was hoping to catch him at the park taking his afternoon jog, like usual, and maybe convince him to grab lunch with her; all according to her perfect plan. They were classmates. Not close classmates even, just classmates. As painful as this may be for those who know better, pay careful attention because here comes the tragedy. As soon as Gwen had parked and hit redial seven or eight times on her cell phone to reach her dear friend Lillian, she realized something was wrong. First, Lily-darling hadn’t answered. She always answered. The second thing that was wrong didn’t even matter at this point, for this was tragic enough. Was she dead? With a deep breath Gwen cut the engine, wiped her eyes and made sure those blasted heels were fastened tight and properly. She slipped out of the car, smoothing the dress down in the back and slamming the door shut. It was an average enough looking day at the park. Children ran around so wildly that you wondered where on earth the parents were, bums were littered across the green meadows like giant smelly mushrooms, the scent of mountain water mixed and joined with that of the scent of sea salt, and teenagers were placed awkwardly on benches—lips connected in a heated and primal passion, arms locked around each other. Lovely sight, really. Well, actually, only two teenagers were tangled in each other’s arms swapping spit and possibly mononucleosis at the moment. Two oddly familiar teenagers. Gwen’s head cocked to the side like some kind of broken machinery, heels sinking into the plush green beneath her as her eyes locked onto the scene. Her lips parted, eyebrows pushing together in confusion and breath catching on the growing lump in her throat. There was only one comprehensible word flowing and repeating in her brain, her arms lip at the sides of the stupid dress she wore. So, she spoke it. “You…You…You b[COLOR="palegreen3"]itch!” Lillian flinched in Alejandro’s mega-buff, tan, bare arms. And there you have it. Tragedy. [/color] //OOC: *Pants and ices fingers*
That's...lame. I just got a college app essay back to me today. I think this whole process is awful.
You're right...they were cute...FOR LIKE, THAT SECOND. I just hope she doesn't randomly fall for him. Even though...I think Will should give up on...
Sorry for the wait. I'm not too prompt with VMs all of the time. ;-; I added you~ c: ...So...Why plums? Why not apples? Or cherries. Or something.
Indeed it shall be. I do hope you'll pardon any mistakes, I'm not good with commitment.
I wish I could say yes. It's really just pure smut. But interesting, to say the least, if you're into that kind of thing. :3 I know what you mean. <<;; Very dirty. Welcome to the family, sissy. c': I'll be finding you a picture soon.
Harry Potter is of the devil.
This thread was both cute and depressing. Good luck, guys.
