echo west


My newest directed music video

Kevin Abstract


From his coming album “They Shoot Horses”

toastyhat  asked:

Could I have a Psiioniic meeting Sollux? Perhaps in some AU where our Alternian heroes liberate him from the Condesce's ship and he's just shocked and confused to see that he has a descendant (and possibly that the rest of his friends do too)?

This kind of AU is 200% my jam, omg. Thank you so much for asking me to draw this. (I was going to fit a Karkat in there somewhere but I still have a fair amount of drawing to get through, so alas. Another time perhaps.)

Ten TV characters

So @edierone tagged me to post my top ten TV characters and the shows theyre from. I’m sticking with female character, because chicks rule. Yay!

1. Dana Scully - The X-Files

2. Rose Tyler - Doctor Who

3. Laura Roslin - Battlestar Galactica

4. Buffy Summers - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

5. CJ Cregg - The West Wing

6. Dana Whitaker - Sports Night

7. Georgia “George” Lass - Dead Like Me

8. Echo - Dollhouse

9. Kaylee Frye - Firefly

10. Felicity Porter - Felicity

So I’m gonna tag @slightly-finished @scullylikesscience @kateyes224 @totallyfuckingdonewiththisshit and whoever else takes the time to read this.

When You Asked About Dreams | 5/31/15

There were nights I dreamt of brilliant mountains

Shaking hands with the sprawling

Cloud cover.  Crossing over into

The color filled

Valleys of your heart. 

Overgrown with tangled weeds

And wild flowers.

Beneath the greenery

You buried your

Quaking voice.

Days spent in your

Cascading hills, 

Beginning to lose track 

Of time and presence. 

Stirring up sun showers within

My bones. 

I wept with the change of seasons.

A devastating dry spell starved you

And left you weak. 

Summer storms struck

From the west. 

Thunder echoes it’s anger

In your dead plains. 

Smoke rises while

Sheets of flames cover

The place I called home. 

Burned down to the roots,

You are empty.

Wide awake to grey sky walls

And the person you hate. 

A memory passed on

Quickly with a morning cup 

Of coffee and forgotten

Tales of night. 

Jordan Alan Brown