A Rogue Pipe Cleaner.... Escaped From The Craft Supplies

One time i left a persimmon in a bag for two months and only discovered it when my hand went through it. Very very unpleasant. Since then i have referred to the entire debacle as The Corruption Incident. I think the phenomenon as a whole can be described as a cross between Corruption and Dark. “There’s a thing there and it’s probably super gross but i really don’t want to know about or interact with it”

I think there needs to be a 15th fear added to the list and it's called "Uh Oh" and its the fear that There Is Something At The Back Of The Fridge And You're Too Scared To Touch It and See What It Is Or How Gross It May Be

Wow. That’s a hell of a reblog. Nice tags there, past sleep-deprived me

Gender roll of the day:

Today's gender roll is: Werewolf 😎

The ads here are all very Stranger. I like saving them to dissect their Wrongness later. I like this cake one, though. No cursed faces, no floating limbs, no almost-words, just cakes!

This ad feels like a lure of the stranger but a very innocent and new lure. Yes. That is cakes, good job.

​the funniest part is that ive been looking for that article snippet (albeit halheartedly) for months and THIS is the post that i rediscover it on

Thank you tumblr for being eternally on-brand and helpful in only the most convoluted of ways

a moment of silence for Dvorak users trying to appear submissive

Back with more Michael angst!

The Distortion hates cold temperatures. It didn't used to, but then it became Michael. Typically, the Distortion takes whatever form it likes, though the pattern of something-that-looks-like-Michael is one of the easiest, the least complex. (It's very complex, actually, but Michael Shelley was so good at being this one specific human that, if the Distortion wants to look like something other than a door, that pattern is so close to hand.) But the instincts of Michael are interwoven into the instincts of this endless Concept, and when it's cold, the Distortion is reminded of Russia. It's reminded of a place that doesn't exist. It's reminded of a map. It's reminded of words, that he wouldn't die if he was careful. And he was careful, and he hadn't died. But what happened was worse. It remembers the last time he was betrayed before he became betrayal.

And somehow, lost in all the memories of something that both is and is not itself, the Distortion finds itself wearing a heavy coat and scarf, in muted earthy browns and greens so unlike its preferred aesthetic. Sometimes, it finds that it's crying something that could arguably pass for tears. It never quite remembers how it got to this shape.

That simply cannot do. So it avoids winters and cold temperatures and Russia. Or at the very least, it leaves the door outside, and hides inside where temperature and space mean as much as time and colour and truth.

Sometimes i look at the world and remember why most of what i look at on the internet is gravity falls fanfic. Goddamn everything is on fire, but at least we have scientists with npd and evil gay triangles and old men punching the shit out of anything that threatens their families and redemption arc aus and hurt no comfort and mullet stan doodles and fanmade ocs and salamander deities and weird books

He has mastered the art of spontaneously appearing in the conversation despite being 8(?) feet tall.

Entrapta, in comparison, tends to drop from the ceiling if she wants to tell someone something.

I enjoy the concept of Hordak defaulting to looming over people from behind. Like, that is how he arrives to start a conversation. He means nothing negative by it; it's just his natural way of inserting himself into a social situation. No matter where he is.

People just see his tall shadow fall over them. They turn around slowly, and there he is. Glaring down at them. Stony-faced. Red eyes glowing. Deeply intimidating.

Only to ask them where the restroom is. Or to offer up the WiFi password he and Entrapta just finished decoding. Or to invite them to Sunday afternoon tea at the Crypto Castle.

What if the watcher wasnt ceaseless

So i just started slay the princess and idk if the narrator has a canon design but if he doesn’t I can and will draw him as the jarchivist because it would be really funny