faun-songs:

twudle:

sudden urge to draw homesmuck

oh my god just look at the richness of the colours oh my god im overwhelmed

faun-songs:

twudle:

sudden urge to draw homesmuck

oh my god just look at the richness of the colours oh my god im overwhelmed

muffinsforsale:

remmidemmi:

shingeki no homestuck
haha i don’t even know it’s late

muffinsforsale:

remmidemmi:

shingeki no homestuck

haha i don’t even know it’s late

yuckypearls:

(fyi i just hi fived him for like the third time in a row to my recent recollection)

yuckypearls:

(fyi i just hi fived him for like the third time in a row to my recent recollection)

hannarorz:


The lawnrings are empty. Blood skims the voids in your porous cranial plates, as if grazing the hollow of a threshed stem, or say, an abandoned cocoon. A sour note is produced. It’s the one Agitation plays to make its audience squirm. It is your sixth wriggling day, and as with all five preceding it blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. 

 happy wriggling day you poor kid

hannarorz:

The lawnrings are empty. Blood skims the voids in your porous cranial plates, as if grazing the hollow of a threshed stem, or say, an abandoned cocoon. A sour note is produced. It’s the one Agitation plays to make its audience squirm. 

It is your sixth wriggling day, and as with all five preceding it blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. 

 happy wriggling day you poor kid

brobot-tt:

Oh my god.

thiefofstars:

sylph of space 

hopesploded:

dorks.