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Some VERY quick temporary shit icons for Seren for the RP game I’m apping him to tomorrow. Rewinding time back a bit, so he’s from before his growth spurt.

None of this will apply when he turns into a grotesque monster. That’s when I’ll really make some fun icons.

niggaimdeadass:

Cleanse me Lord… Rid me of this white skin

sossidge:

me 11:59 September 30th

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me 12:00 October 1st

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markiplier:

markipooper:

Mark’s looking like Maes Hughes more and more each day

The resemblance is uncanny

marinscodraws:

i started reading umineko and im sorry

marinscodraws:

i started reading umineko and im sorry

ohcorny:

[screaming]

ohcorny:

i cant believe they didnt make a graphic for that

Tonight I shall draw Seren heads and listen to MST3k. 

facts-i-just-made-up:

cocktormedick:

facts-i-just-made-up:

Mated turtles share their shells!
Not always but often when a pair of turtles mates, the male will leave his own shell and move in with the female. After doing so the couple will coordinate their arm and leg movements to walk and even swim.

I call this “Trying to get notes with false facts.”

I assure you, Facts-I-Just-Made-Up would never post false facts just to get notes. I also do it to confuse, misinform, and hurt people.

facts-i-just-made-up:

cocktormedick:

facts-i-just-made-up:

Mated turtles share their shells!

Not always but often when a pair of turtles mates, the male will leave his own shell and move in with the female. After doing so the couple will coordinate their arm and leg movements to walk and even swim.

I call this “Trying to get notes with false facts.”

I assure you, Facts-I-Just-Made-Up would never post false facts just to get notes. I also do it to confuse, misinform, and hurt people.

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
By Joshua Espinoza  (via quibbler)