I am absolutely dumbfounded. I’ve been on Tumblr for about 6 years and i’ve been producing original content for the past two years straight and nothing on this website has surprised me more than here post. In case you’re new here
( you probably are; my follower count almost doubled thanks to this post lol) I specialize in landscape photography with the occasional dispense of good vibes.
I’ve taken pictures like this
Traveled to places like this
stayed up all night studying the milky way like this
Dabbled in mind bending creativity like this
Even visited different countries like Italy
But none of my posts have ever been as successful as this selfie with a cat
Conclusion; The internet is a weird place and every body definitely needs more kitties in their life. Feel free to check out my original photography and shoot me a question if you want anything answered.
Tell me I’m your National Anthem
Booyah, baby, bow down
Making me say wow now
Tell me I’m your National Anthem
Sugar, sugar, how now
Take your body downtown
Red, white, blue is in the sky
Summer’s in the air and
Baby, heaven’s in your eyes
I’m your National Anthem
good stuff to know if you wear a binder, especially if you’re new to it. this is way more informative than the basic “don’t wear it for more than 8 hours uwu!!!111!!” - although that is also good advice. sometimes the time you keep it on will vary because of your schedule, and you don’t have to panic if that’s the case. just pay attention your body, know what’s safe, and crack your poor back as often as you can.
Homestuck is ACTUALLY going to be over soon!!! I’m sad, relieved, and just a little bit doubtful. But, here’s a giveaway for those of you who’ve stuck (ha) around ‘til the end.
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You do not have to be following me to reblog
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This ends the day after homestuck updates for the last time, at 12PM CST. Good luck!
Someone: omg! Eridan smiled!!1! My fish bab,y!!111
Me: I cannot believe this. What a fool I am. Hussie is a fraud. I've been waiting 5 whole years to see my fish prince happy and this is what I get for my dedication. His entire existence has been reduced to a joke for nothing. His character development and arc has reached nothing more than an elaborate system of offensive jokes and bad memes. I am baffled by the amount of utter disrespect and buffoonery that Hussie has shown for me today. The entire comic has begun and will end without Eridan ever having his well deserved redemption or at least be seen once happy and smiling without the whole thing being nothing more than a bitter taste of the joke his life has become. I have done nothing wrong in my life to deserve su-
Authors comment: I just wanted to join in Seijou week although I’m already 2 hours late where I live, holy shit. I’m super new to the fandom but I just really felt like I wanted to do something for my favorite team so I wrote this?? And it’s super cheesy, so don’t laugh, I haven’t written anything in AGES. It feels sorta good to write something though so whY NOT RIGHT!?
”I believe in all of you.”
The entire team of Aoba Johsai was gathered outside the gym where they had lost against Karasuno. Karasuno out of all schools, who would’ve thought? It hadn’t been long since the game, but the entire time had been almost deadly quiet. Their captain had disappeared directly after the game, and Iwaizumi had followed him without a word.
Now they were standing close together in front of their teammates.
Iwaizumis’ eyes were rimmed with red, but his gaze was steadily trained on Oikawa as he spoke. Oikawa himself had a smile on his puffy face, his red and swollen eyes shining as his sniffles interrupted his speech.
”You all have the potential to go far, much farther than we got today.”
Matsukawa and Hanamaki were sitting together on the stairs, looking up at Oikawa as well. Bags were at their feet and Matsukawa had a loose grip on his waterbottle. His heart ached with the loss, so much more than a game, but their own last opportunity to make it to nationals.
They had been good, great even, but still not good enough.
”I know everyone here did their very best.”
Hanamaki couldn’t bring himself to make fun of their runny-nosed Captain after all. It had been so easy during the game, before they had lost. While they still had the chance to bring home victory.
His chest felt hollow but still heavy enough to make his shoulders slump. The end had come a lot quicker than he ever could have anticipated.
”And I’m so proud of you all.”
Kindaichi was sitting against the wall with his face buried in his arms and knees drawn up to his chest. His heart was beating hard in his chest, and his throat felt tight. His arms were getting wet from collecting his tears as they fell. His one opportunity to play with his senpais, and he had failed. The tournament had ended before it felt like it had even begun.
They should have been headed to finals now.
”Although we third years won’t be playing on this team anymore, Seijou will still live on.”
Kyotani was standing up, a few steps away from the rest of the team. You couldn’t tell that he was listening to every word Oikawa said, with his head turned away and his arms crossed. Looking closer, you could see his fingernails digging dents into his arms as his hands clenched tight.
Next year he’d be back, with more strength. More power. And the absolute ability to destroy his enemies on the court.
”We didn’t win today, but I have no regrets.”
Watari sat on the ground, leaning back on his arms with his eyes trained on the clouds passing them by. It should probably be raining. A nice day like this should be saved for happy occasions. But as always the weather had no respect for humans.
His eyes stung with the knowledge that if something didn’t change before next year, he would be the third-year having to carry that same heartbroken expression, knowing that his last opportunity had been wasted.
”I couldn’t have asked for a better team to play with.”
Kunimi was still looking composed, where he stood next to where Kindaichi sat. He had never been the emotional one, of course. And logically, he knew this was far from his last attempt. He had two years left, plenty of time to make it to Nationals. Now there only was the new hurdle of Karasuno to get over as well.
But the tears drying on his cheeks didn’t listen to logic.
”And next year, I know you will all be champions.”
Yahaba’s fists were clenched tightly as he let Oikawas’ words wash over him. He would succeed where his predecessor had failed. Oikawas’ legacy would live on, he would make sure of it. Because this was his team, and would always be, even when it got a new captain.
The lingering doubt that he would never be able to replace Oikawa was drowning in the burning desire to win. He would do everything in his power to make sure of it, no matter what he had to do. And he would bring Seijou to Nationals.
The ball was up in the air. Everything suddenly got completely quiet as it slowly fell down towards Yahabas’ raised arms. Or maybe he just couldn’t hear anything. He was jumping before he knew it, going up to meet the ball.
It touched the tips of his fingers, landing solidly, and he could see Kyotani on the move already. Sprinting towards the net with fire in his eyes. It was quick, the ball left his hands again and flew up in the air.
A slam, and a heavy thud where the ball hit the ground.
The audience was up from their seats, four college kids at the very front and leaning over the railing without daring to even blink.
Then the whistle blew. One point scored, and Seijou would finally be going to nationals.
Suddenly the overwhelming sound of cheering filled the entire court. Screaming, crying laughing, and Yahaba got pulled back by his teammates into a bonecrushing hug. Still completely baffled that this had happened at all, the most unbelievable thing, he didn’t even know how to react.
Up on the stands Iwaizumi had to hold Oikawa back lest he fall over the railings completely, but their screams and cheers could be heard over everything else. Heart’s bursting with pride at what they still knew to be their team, even a year later.
When Yahaba met Kyotanis’ eyes, it finally hit him. It was like a sunrise, the way his eyes widened and the grin spread over his entire face. Tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes, and then he was screaming together with the team. Jumping up and down in front of the net, almost falling into it.
why do i get so bothered when ppl think Eridan went grimdark in the comic. he didnt even speak the broodfester/eldritchtongue, have the cueball or speak to the horrorterrors, he was just an asshole.
its only a few shades darker than his normal skin tone but still noticable and his magic is similar to grimdark magic and not his own. so it was rly brief and i dont know why off the top of my head, but it still happemed
Also, isn’t it mentioned that the higher your blood color, the more resistant you are to outside mental influence? Eridan’s penultimate; he’s all but immune to that shit. So… yeah, no, the Horrorterrors can’t do shit to him, really. This is all him. Granted, he’s not in the best state of mind, and he’s wielding power not his own, but that power came from the Angels, not the Horrorterrors.
One possibility is “hey I kinda busted my ass to keep your ambassador well-fed for most of my life, mind doing me a favor in return?” which Eridan did with the intent of getting powerful enough to kill Jack(he may not know that Prince means destroyer, but he does know that he’s a near-immortal killing machine), but the mental influence made him think he still wasn’t enough for that, and he just gave up completely.
Because really, even if it is just spite and not Hope that moves him, Eridan usually doesn’t give up without a fight.
these are all speculations. “could” “might“, “possible“, there’s really no definite proof he ever spoke to the horrorterrors. he was a highblood, and a powerful one at that, he has really no reason to actually think “im not good enough”.
the image youve provided looks 99.9% stylistic choice, why else would his clothes be completely black if only his skin is darker and not the environment?? he was in the lab. his science wand magic was always white, even when his skin was lighter. he even mentions his “white science” come from the angels of lowaa.
his hair isn’t white either. why would his glasses suddenly turn white? horrorterror fashion? not to mention he doesn’t speak the eldritch tongue. its all what you headcanon i gues, but at least I won’t be convinced until i get real, definitive proof of Eridan ever going grimdark.
Just to chime in, Rose’s hair was already a light color so saying Eridan’s hair is supposed to change isn’t really accurate. It’s not shown hair color changes as far as I know, though what he was wearing certainly did.
here he uses his science wands powers without being a darker gray.
and here his skin is suddenly white, doesn’t mean he became a rainbowdrinker.
also here’s where he tells jade about his wand, in a super pretentious way.
and lastly! rose did not “give herself up” to become grimdark, it was thrown upon her when she asks the cueball if the horrorterrors are evil. grimdark persists through death, i doubt it’s something you can flip off like a nightlight.
and that is why i think there’s not nearly enough proof to support the “grimdark eridan” theory.
i waltzed around as grimdark!Sollux at a con a few weeks ago. it was bomb as hell, but not when u forget the remover to ur greasepaint.
my eridan is @lordspongle <3
