Inktober is ending, nanowrimo begins. the artists breathe a sigh of relief, the writers begin to scream.
out of context this is so beautifully wrong
Pit rolled his shoulders back and flexed his hips. He experimented with his tail.
No hot mug, no cold mug, no mug at all met his hand.
THIS IS SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE
BUT IN NONE OF MY WIPS DOES THE WORD “BUTT” APPEAR
a new challenger appears
using the basic flickr uploader. guess I’m just basic today
I’m really going to miss the talents of our 6-second filmmakers.
this might be the most telling thing I have ever read
Vitora: I’m much more strict about my viewpoints
Fidget: She just loves me better. Hah.
Linny: Oh shut up.
I think I speak for everyone when I echo @anoteinpink in saying oh my god we were the fucking worst