the gothest sentence in existence

waitineedaname:

your anxiety when you accidentally make one (1) person minorly unhappy

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xamag-homestuck:
“the second contribution to the HS fanzine
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xamag-homestuck:

the second contribution to the HS fanzine

magiashley:

this is so sad, alexa please stop collecting my personal data without my consent

p0ply:
“woah its 4/13
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p0ply:

woah its 4/13

deliverusfromsburb:

sweet-vantass:

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I find the way Homestuck characters tend to attack themselves via proxies very interesting. 

The best thing about this post is that everyone except John has some version of themselves or mental projection or something, and then John is over here getting his frustration out by yelling about a movie

No, see, that’s the thing. John IS talking about himself. Why do you think he picked John Cusack? John thinks he was the second dorky hero. He thinks he scampered around SBURB goofing off and getting into trouble. Davesprite and Jade both had to bail him out. He spent a good chunk of time following instructions from Rose and Jade and Terezi and Vriska, and those instructions even got him killed. Twice. While everyone else did cool stuff, he fell backwards into his powers and spent most of his time messing around. At least, that’s his vision of it. The Scratch becomes ‘operating heavy machinery’. I didn’t screencap that part, but he even complains about Cusack crashing a car, and in a few more panels John passes his father’s car in a dream bubble, which he crashed.

The other kids may have more direct ways of attacking themselves - at least their targets are clearly still them (save for Jake, I suppose). But John has always been the one to hide. His dreamself can’t wake up because he’s locked in nightmares. Jade tells him that’s why he always has bad dreams. He spends every intermission we see him in playing games and watching movies. He convinces himself that his father is a street performer so he doesn’t have to acknowledge the harlequins - and messages of self-hatred - that he has written on his own walls. He’s the one who treats SBURB as a game the longest, because it’s easiest. John isn’t ready for a self-hatred meltdown where he acknowledges he feels that he is useless, a runner up, dead weight to the team. The clown, the ‘terrible character’, the kid who keeps fucking up. But he can yell at a character on the screen with the same name, and for now that’s enough.  

balfies:

why in deathly hallows did they have everyone polyjuice themselves into harry when harry could have polyjuiced into a muggle and have been driven to safety away from the threat of death eaters who don’t know how to work things in the muggle world

who came up with these plans anyway

To be fair, all people of the Wizarding world are disasters. Voldemort used a super advanced curse of pure death to try and kill a baby

glumshoe:

If you would like to know how my day has been, imagine that you’re driving on the interstate at 80 miles per hour, sandwiched between semi trucks hurtling along faster than you are. Suddenly you feel a tickle on your neck and realize that it’s a wasp, blown in through your open window and crawling along your collar. You don’t move. Your speakers are blasting Queen, and they’re too loud, but if you move your arm the wasp might be pressed against your skin and sting. You’re not afraid of the pain but you are afraid that the shock of it will cause you to lose control of the car. The wasp crawls up your neck and onto your face and under your glasses and now you’re afraid of the pain and you have to drive like that, perfectly still, while the wasp tries to climb over your eyelashes. THIS THING. CALLED LOVE. Very, very slowly, you roll your window down further, hoping the change in air pressure will dislodge it, but the wasp only clamps down harder on your eyelid and oh god it tickles. There’s nowhere to pull over—you’d have to change lanes. I JUST. CAN’T HANDLE IT. Finally you reach up toward your eye and gently coax the wasp onto your fingers. It clings to them tightly, smelling your skin, before you fling it as hard as you can out the window.

THAT WAS A LOT OF ADRENALINE I DID NOT NEED.

reallycoolsoup:

botprince:

afloweroutofstone:

I wish there was a way to tell companies that I dislike an ad so much that I will actively avoid buying anything from them because of it

So slightly unrelated but still relevant, generally when I come across an ad that just really fuckin annoys me for whatever reason I’ll go into Google and just type different variations of “I hate ‘x’ product” like 5 times until googles algorithm picks it up an I never see an ad for that product again. It’s amazing.

Use that cooperate spyware to your advantage