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I post NUDESTUCK AND WRITE PORNY HOMESTUCK FICS

I also reblog:
Homestuck
Invader Zim;
♥ cowfish ♥
mental health support

I roleplay over MSPARP mostly.

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Anonymous asked
Your Roxy cosplay is perfect <33333333

Danke c:

nightslug:

No one is going to save you, but you’re going to meet people who will make you want to be alive.

inmydreamimthestar:

Obvious connotation of Karkat’s sign I haven’t heard mentioned anywhere, although I am sure someone has thought of it before:
A cancer is what happens when an organism splits and starts attacking itself. And what does Karkat constantly do? ATTACKS HIMSELF. Present, Past and Future Karkats attack themselves. Kankri criticizes The Sufferer, and Karkat calls Kankri a windbag. Its a constant cycle of self-attacking.

inmydreamimthestar:

Obvious connotation of Karkat’s sign I haven’t heard mentioned anywhere, although I am sure someone has thought of it before:

A cancer is what happens when an organism splits and starts attacking itself. And what does Karkat constantly do? ATTACKS HIMSELF. Present, Past and Future Karkats attack themselves. Kankri criticizes The Sufferer, and Karkat calls Kankri a windbag. Its a constant cycle of self-attacking.

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andrewpresents:

Lana Del Rey | 'Once Upon A Dream'

Lana Del Rey cover’s the Disney classic ‘Once Upon A Dream’ for the official soundtrack to the upcoming film Maleficent. It’s dark, twisted, and hauntingly beautiful in a way only Lana could have delivered. 

hello-karkat:

can someone please get kankri’s this mug away from me

This thing has my name written all over it. Every kankri needs a hoaky mug.

rutaskadis:

one of the worst things about becoming educated on social issues is when people are like ‘you used to have a sense of humor’

no i used to have internalized prejudices which i’ve worked really hard to overcome and i realize now that your jokes are shitty

(Source: twinkybarnes)

idontcarebecauseidonthaveto:

So I’ve been looking through my old files. And my ‘Never going to finish that shit, it’s horrible get out’ folder. And I found this.

Indeed I understand why I didn’t post it.

Well..

Why not post it now?

startedraining:

black-quadrant:

this is my last night on for ‘bout a week (something of a vaca) so i’m leaving you with shoddy cos pics and some androgynous nonsense selfies

okay bae, come back soon! <3 have fun! don’t get pregnant

Anonymous asked
omg i haven't seen you pop up on my dash in a while (even though you updated a couple hours ago) are you ok? :3

Yup just out of town. I’ll be active again Saturday or so. Thanks for caring enough to notice anon!!

rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)
The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.
A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.
The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.
The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.
Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.
"Let’s do this."

rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)

The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.

A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.

The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.

The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.

Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.

"Let’s do this."

(Source: roxylalonde)

nuodai:

im such a fuckign jealous asshole i pretend like i dont care but i care so much im gonna explode