Gamzee knows what’s up.
what the fuck did you do to jack
I normally don’t make these sorts of things, but I’m truly curious. Please reblog if you still plan on cosplaying, voice acting, drawing, and/or writing things about Homestuck after Act 7, or simply reblog if you’re a dedicated fan and want to keep the fandom alive.
I just got here. I’m not leaving any time soon.
*sobbing hardcorely* HELL YEAH MAN
Honestly I’m not sure. Unlike pony, I haven’t been very active during core content hiatuses, so when the gigapause rolls around and we’re left to our own devices, I don’t know if I’ll still be in the homestuck fandom…
What are you so afraid of!?
I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle
it got better
the only reason i go to school is because i donn’t wanna be an unemployed college drop out. i wanna be an unemployed college graduate
thats the spirit
And the highest paid public employee in your state is…
are you fucking kidding me
Do you ever just see America’s priorities and cry?
will you marry me = a marriage proposal
will, you, Mary, me = a foursome proposal
Will you, Mary me = Cavewoman Mary helps Will recover from his Amnesia
Will, you marry me. = Will’s time-traveling partner
And people keep trying to tell me that punctuation isn’t important
Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”.
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes.
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was.
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.
Fake Pockets: A How To
A strong independent dog who don’t need no man