thatbitchvain:

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3:54 pm  •  30 October 2011  •  9 notes

thatbitchvain:

also Octopi you know you can’t resist. I’m only posting Scotties if I can.

((more puppies))

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3:51 pm  •  30 October 2011  •  6 notes

thatbitchvain:

stridertime replied to your post: omg styuuder i cannot handle all these kittens

I TOLD YOU, BRO. I WARNED YOU, DOG.

THEN I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO JUST POST CUTE PICTURES OF PUPPIES

((Obligatory reblog of puppies))

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3:47 pm  •  30 October 2011  •  5 notes

twoofclubs:

youhatetimetravel:

eatthedamncorpse:

You let out a big sigh. Only Deuce could get stuck in a hug. You’re more than a little wary of waking the big guy up, since one of the times he ate you was when you had woken him up from a peaceful nap.

You drum your fingers on the back of the couch while trying to think of some way to free Deuce. You doubt have the strength to pry open Boxcars’ arms, and you can’t wake him up normally…

You walk to the front of the couch and lean near Boxcars. You reach out your hand to the section of his neck that he had you scratch earlier today and give it a cautious scratch.

Dead asleep or not, you can still feel it when your neck gets scratched. Your muscles all relax as you start to purr. Whatever was in your arms is now free. And you’re still asleep.

 Slick scratches Boxcars’ neck and he lets you go. Of course! Scratching his neck! Your boss is sooo smart. You fall off the couch and onto the floor.

“Thanks boss, I never would’ve thought of that!”

You shrug your shoulders. Your smaller subordinate never was the sharpest crayon in the box.

“Don’t get fucking stuck again,” you say before exiting the room once more.

11:00 pm  •  26 October 2011  •  15 notes

twoofclubs:

youhatetimetravel:

eatthedamncorpse:

You finish cleaning the van and return inside. Boxcars is probably asleep by now, but you figure there’s no harm in checking up on him. You walk to the TV room, trying unsuccessfully to not think of how quickly Boxcars ate all those bodies. Once you reach the TV room, you walk up to the back of the couch and lean over it to find Deuce stuck in a hug.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”  You’re extremely tempted to just turn around and walk away, but you can’t just leave the smaller subordinate stuck there. You prod Boxcars with your Horse Hitcher in an attempt to wake him up.

Now that your dreams have all stopped, you’re pretty much dead asleep. You can very faintly feel something prodding you in the head, though.

You grumble in your sleep and curl up a bit, holding whatever it is in your arms a little tighter, unaware.

 You see Slick walk in and prods Boxcars. It only seems to make you more stuck.

“Hi boss. I think Boxcars was having a nightmare but then he hugged me and I think he’s okay now but I’m stuck.” You’re really stuck and actually a little uncomfortable now. He’s hugging pretty tight. And still asleep.

You let out a big sigh. Only Deuce could get stuck in a hug. You’re more than a little wary of waking the big guy up, since one of the times he ate you was when you had woken him up from a peaceful nap.

You drum your fingers on the back of the couch while trying to think of some way to free Deuce. You doubt have the strength to pry open Boxcars’ arms, and you can’t wake him up normally…

You walk to the front of the couch and lean near Boxcars. You reach out your hand to the section of his neck that he had you scratch earlier today and give it a cautious scratch.

7:53 pm  •  26 October 2011  •  15 notes

smuppetprincess:

Allow me to direct you to the Can Town Project.

papastain:

olivemeister:

You may ask, “why the hell should I click this link, Olives?”

The answer is, because it’s for a good cause.

The Can Town Project, or the Mayor of Can Town Memorial Food Drive, has one goal.

Every Homestuck fan knows about Can Town. The Can Town Project is something I decided to put together to help local communities. What goes down is that if you have a Homestuck meet up you ask the people to bring canned goods. Once you have them, you all make a town, take a picture (with or with out the group), submit the picture and give the goods to your local food bank.

The idea is simple. In memory of our dear Mayor of Can Town, Homestuck fans are given this call to arms.

I ask that you reblog this to spread this message.

Raise up your cans.

And give them to those who truly need a Can Town of their own.

oh dang this is a really nice idea!!!

7:27 pm  •  26 October 2011  •  2,151 notes

((Here be my awful voice. I was going to do the whole song but I don’t know if your ears could tolerate that.

version without the background stuff ))

2:05 pm  •  25 October 2011  •  5 notes

fabrolous:

revolutionator:

homestuckheadspastedontothings:

i had a lot of fun reblogging all the silly things people were posting about the newgrounds flash and i really think it brought our fandom together to have something like this we’ll forever be able to look back on.

we all have fun shipping our favourite characters, or making fun of eridan, or getting a kick out of john’s shenanigans. we all love to love/hate vriska, we all like to make fun of dave’s eyebrows.

but i think, after tonight, after these years, we owe andrew hussie a huge fucking thank you.

he uploaded the flash for us to download and watch on our own computers.

we may get a bad rap from fans who spit in buckets or start shipping wars, but those of us who are in the fandom… we’re like a family. i love all of you guys for following me, enjoying my work, making your own. but none of this would be possible without andrew.

laugh at his lips or worship his sarcastic cracks, we all love him somewhere.

so this is a non-sarcastic, non-bullshit, non-laughing, andrew hussie appreciation post.

Thank you, Andrew. For making us laugh, making us cry, giving us friends, giving us something to look forward to. Making us love you, making us hate you. Giving us kids we can relate to and pain that we understand and suffering we’ve felt.

Thank you for showing us that relationships we make online can be just as meaningful as those off.

And I don’t know about everyone else, but I would like to personally thank you for showing me how much our parents, brothers, guardians- need to be appreciated. One day they won’t be there. And while we may find them frustrating and pushy now, soon we’ll realize that they risked everything for us and they were helping our battle all along.

Please take the time to reblog this, everyone.

andrew hussie is a goddamn gentleman to his fandom okay 
thank you so much mr. hussie  

[[ -sobs- this ;; ]]

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12:20 pm  •  25 October 2011  •  2,403 notes

sofuckinggodtier:

I’m a Member of the Midnight Crew (Acapella) — Homestuck Vol. 8

“i’ll listen to the whole album before i decide what to use my daily upload on” i said

it was this oops

((For some reason this feels like a song sung to mourn lost loved ones to me

I am so close to tears but I can’t cry on my tablet lasdfj not now ))

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12:17 pm  •  25 October 2011  •  936 notes

twoofclubs:

youhatetimetravel:

twoofclubs:

 Ok. You think you’ll try waking him… nope, guess not. He pulls you into a tight hug. You’re okay with this, if this is what he needs to feel better. You try to hug him back but he’s kind of got your arms pinned so you settle for a half hug half pat with the bits of your arms that aren’t pinned.

The nightmare’s finally ended, and you’re back to your usual dreamless slumbering. You’re still hugging whatever it is in your arms, though. Oh well. Not like it’s inconveniencing anyone, right?

 Seems like Boxcars is ok now. He’s not whimpering any more anyway. Also, you’re getting kind of hungry. No problem you’ll just get up and… hmm. He’s holding pretty tight. Maybe if you just… wiggle turnways a bit… nope that’s not working. You squirm around a little trying to get up but you can’t. You’re stuck. In Boxcars’ hug. Oh.

You finish cleaning the van and return inside. Boxcars is probably asleep by now, but you figure there’s no harm in checking up on him. You walk to the TV room, trying unsuccessfully to not think of how quickly Boxcars ate all those bodies. Once you reach the TV room, you walk up to the back of the couch and lean over it to find Deuce stuck in a hug.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”  You’re extremely tempted to just turn around and walk away, but you can’t just leave the smaller subordinate stuck there. You prod Boxcars with your Horse Hitcher in an attempt to wake him up.

8:41 pm  •  24 October 2011  •  15 notes

youhatetimetravel:

eatthedamncorpse:

You have to turn your head away when Boxcars gets to work on your “favor”. The sounds of him eating start to trigger flashbacks of your experiences with Boxcars’ stomach, but you try to ignore them the best you can.

You only turn around when you think he’s done, but you still ask for him to verify it. “You… done there big guy?”

You finished off the last of Slick’s killing spree and are now sitting down, leaned up against the Crew’s van. God, you are stuffed. While what you normally eat would be considered a lot by most people, you don’t think it is. But that, that right there. That was a lot. You really don’t feel like moving right now. Or doing much of anything else. Just then, Slick asks you if you’re done.

“Huh? Oh, yeah” you say a bit drowsily.

Boxcars is looking a little tired, probably from the, erm, meal. You did get a little stabbier than normal…

“Go back to the TV room, I gotta clean the van before Droog chews my ear off.” 

12:07 am  •  21 October 2011  •  24 notes

sadayswonderland:

eatthedamncorpse:

sadayswonderland started following you

You chose an odd time to follow me.

Well, good evening to you too, Slick. What’s so strange about the time?

Boxcars didn’t just eat a fuckton of bodies or anything.

You get off on that kind of stuff or something You some kind of sicko?

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12:03 am  •  21 October 2011  •  2 notes

sadayswonderland started following you

You chose an odd time to follow me.

11:54 pm  •  20 October 2011  •  2 notes

youhatetimetravel:

eatthedamncorpse:

You head out of the hideout to where you parked the van. After checking to make sure that the coast is clear, you open the cargo doors of the van to reveal an impressive stash of dead bodies. Some of the bodies are missing limbs, but most seem to be fairly intact, if somewhat maimed and extremely bloody.

“I uh, got in a barfight.” 

You can smell the blood before Slick even opens the doors. You’re nearly blown away by the number of stiffs in the back of the van. You haven’t eaten anything today, and the dead body before you is reminding you of that. You catch yourself drooling.

“I’ll say… Huh, good thing I ain’t eaten anythin’ yet t’day.” Seriously. Slick’s brought you bodies to eat before, but never THIS many all at once.

You put your eating skills to work and take care of the bodies. Geez, it’s gonna take a lot of soaking to get these blood stains out of the upholstery.

You have to turn your head away when Boxcars gets to work on your “favor”. The sounds of him eating start to trigger flashbacks of your experiences with Boxcars’ stomach, but you try to ignore them the best you can.

You only turn around when you think he’s done, but you still ask for him to verify it. “You… done there big guy?”

11:41 pm  •  20 October 2011  •  24 notes

youhatetimetravel:

eatthedamncorpse:

Your eyes shift from side to side as you talk.

“I uh. I need you to dispose of… something. I kinda got a little… stabby… and…” You gesture with your hands, knowing that Boxcars will probably know what you mean.

You shake your head and sigh. You ain’t the only one in this Crew who’s temperamental.

“Yeah, awright. Let’s go see ‘em. ‘Scuse me a sec, Deuce.” You stand up and follow Slick to wherever he’s got these bodies he needs ‘disposing of.’

You head out of the hideout to where you parked the van. After checking to make sure that the coast is clear, you open the cargo doors of the van to reveal an impressive stash of dead bodies. Some of the bodies are missing limbs, but most seem to be fairly intact, if somewhat maimed and extremely bloody.

“I uh, got in a barfight.” 

11:04 pm  •  20 October 2011  •  24 notes