neigh
thedeaddreamer:

Gamzee knows what’s up.

thedeaddreamer:

Gamzee knows what’s up.

txrezi:

what the fuck did you do to jack

Please reblog this if you will still be a huge part of the Homestuck fandom after it’s ended.

chaotic-conundrums:

calli-ma:

dxvekat:

terezi-pie-rope:

sawsbuckgo:

jumpingjackolantern:

inhumanpsycho:

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.

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I just got here. I’m not leaving any time soon.

*sobbing hardcorely* HELL YEAH MAN

OF COURSE

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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…

vein13:

serenading-the-unicorn:

gymleaderkarkat:


What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle



it got better

vein13:

serenading-the-unicorn:

gymleaderkarkat:

What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

it got better

buriaq:

coolbutcautious:

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

Friend: we have too many unfinished rps
Me: i know
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me:
Friend: so i have this idea for a rp
hagakures-burger:


bennybones-cumbercheeks:

lordoftheinternet:

poptech:

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?

hagakures-burger:

bennybones-cumbercheeks:

lordoftheinternet:

poptech:

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?

handpickedhappiness:

thevoxbox:

charlesoberonn:

giftvvrap:

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

did-you-kno:

Source
rainbowcranes:

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.

rainbowcranes:

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.

hullodearie:

Fake Pockets: A How To

givemeinternet:

A strong independent dog who don’t need no man

givemeinternet:

A strong independent dog who don’t need no man