Flowers under my dress
I reblog a lot and enjoy bands, SPN, and sacrificing things to Goomy.
Step 1: Go someplace public with your laptop.
Step 2: Click HERE
Step 3: Press f11
Step 4: Start typing frantically.
Step 5: Make sure other people see your screen.
Step 6: ???????
Step 7: Profit
it helps if you roll your neck a few times, grunt and crack your knuckles. Trust me.
Holy fucking shit. This has 80 thousand notes?!?!
THIS IS WAY MORE ENTERTAINING THAN IT SHOULD BE
i donT EVEN BUT YES
so you know how the running thing with the Striders is that none of them are legitimately cool and they’re all huge dorks
I humbly submit that Bro’s fingerless gloves aren’t even the objectively cool kind. They’re literally just these.
He wears ‘em all the time because there is nothing awesome about suffering early arthritis from all that smuppet sewing.
My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
Dammit its Wednesday and I would have been rethinking scrolling past this all day if I didn’t reblog
Can we talk about this for a second?
This is probably one of the saddest moments in Homestuck for me; it didn’t hit me immediately, but when they re-appeared on Vriska’s ship
they played dress-up
and they never seperated from each other
even when they left Vriska’s party
and let’s not forget
and I started thinking.
These two were happier in the same body, weren’t they? They synergised, unlike Eridan and Sollux; they, or rather she, was happy.
And then she exploded.
They were happy for the first time since they started playing, and it was taken away from them.
That’s why they won’t leave the other’s side. They don’t want to forget. They want to go back to their shared body. They want to be happy together.
And now they can’t.
And I think that’s really sad.
why would you do that to my heart?
No, I didn’t need my heart in one peice, that’s fine, really
I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.