constantly in awe of the indomitable spirit of homestuck. it's been eternally, publicly branded as dogshit, the most any layman knows about it in 2025 is sharpie bath mythology, there truly is no hope for its public image, and yet. to this day you will never find an internet comment section without a nepeta profile picture. the mentally ill tweenagers of the world are still using typing quirks. tamsyn muir is putting out New York Times Bestsellers with her partner's pesterchum tag written in the dedication along with "<>" . you can't fight it

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

Amy + Rouge sketches

I love thinking I'm a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn't name five hater bands.

maarten inghels

go away forever with me

do you wanna come over and play a sonic game with me

:(

dangerous animal

Mama's boy

ALT

finally realized what was so familiar about these two