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does anybody want to see this baffling drawing i did when i was like 8 and i assume just learned what gay people were
what the fuck does this mean. the rest of this notebook is homestuck ocs
You read Homestuck at 8??
no but i did look at the pretty pictures of the characters on pinterest and take "what god tier are you?" personality quizzes
OP, I regret to inform you that you seem to have been drawing a tumblr post in your childhood notebook
WHAT
The fuck you mean Markiplier and Amy got married? Good for them. Good for them.
MORE ACELAW RAHHH
making virgin!character whimper loudly while you roughly fuck him against a wall.
you had promised to be gentle for his first time—but all promises were thrown out the window the second he parted his pretty lips for you and started wailing like a seasoned whore.
and now you’ve got your large hands gripping his small waist, forcing him to arch his back more so you can drive your cock deeper into him; cum and lube dripping out of his now-debauched hole in loud messy slops, in perfect symphony with his desperate cries for harder and more.
he’s got maybe five seconds to react when you pull out and yank him down onto his knees, fisting his hair as you jerk off and spurt all over his pretty face and stuck-out tongue, his mouth subconsciously falling open at the sight of cock. the exemplary instincts of a whore.
you smile down at the tearful, ruined face of your bitch, clamping his jaw shut to watch him swallow your seed with an audible gulp. ladies and gentlemen, the newest product of your slut factory.
this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies
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I’m glad we cost Yahoo 2 billion dollars.
it’s like a perfectly preserved body at Pompei
Finding this on my normal dash is like taking a stroll through the Park and suddently stumbeling upon the Codex Hammurabi just lying there.
Hangin’ around
A small & old comic of my ZS fan child: Roronoa Jizo! I might show more of him in the future, as for now, please have this!
Contrary to Sanji, he loves bugs and superheroes but he's too "tsun" to admit the latest.
i cant believe connie is a filthy homestuck
EXCUSE YOU
fucking digimon fandom from left field holy shit
u guys realize the sun is a thing right it’s been out for awhile now
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What do you mean they never meet im insane over this
EDIT: Hector's VA voice acted this for me!
I'm not saying anything but if someone were to make Date Everything keychains (maybe like a batch of 10) what characters would people most like to see? I'm curious 👀
i dont think we as a community talk about enough the bit in httyd2 where valka says toothless is hiccup's age. imagine being 14 and those mysterious monsters who are really tiny but really deadly and killed the entire rest of your species finally strike you down. one of them shows up and refuses to kill you. starts feeding you fish and gives you a prosthetic under the condition they get to ride on your back. and you're just like okay this is my best friend now. if anything happens to him im killing everyone on this island and then myself
I have ✨ plot ✨
jack mated hiccup (gasp)
chess rivals au hehe
big fan of you not taking satoru’s moves on you seriously, chalking it up to harmless flirting until he has to physically back you up and cage you against the wall to make you understand that he’s dead serious
Man I'd be insane abt zoro if i were sanji
What do you mean zoro ate gross squashed food from the ground made by a little girl and told her it was delicious?
Just like how sanji would cook terrible fodo that he would end up dropping on the ground for his mother and she would tell him it was delicious.
What do you mean zoro immediately began to slice through his legs in order to save his friends and people he just met?
Just like zeff cut his leg off so that sanji could survive.
What do you mean sanji and zoro use taunts and bicker as their form of communication?
Just how zeff and sanji communicate through tough love?
What do you mean that zoro has three earrings and three swords when sanji's name means three?
Danny’s clockwork emblem gets damaged and causes him to glitch and slip through time (think Loki tv show Time Slipping or Into the Spider-Verse glitching). Lucky for him it’s not too random, his sporadic time jumps and flickering in and out of reality is centered on this vaguely familiar superhero he remembered Clockwork mentioning and he doesn’t quite know why.
Wait, is he time slipping as Phantom or as Danny? And is it instantaneous to anyone watching him, or are Sam, Tucker and Jazz frantically pulling out distractions whenever Danny starts randomly fading in and out of existence around other people?
So anyway-
The first time it all happened so fast that neither of them really had any time to process it. Danny was simply gripped by the sudden sensation of sliding through nothingness as his very molecules stretched and squeezed through every iteration of existence. His perception narrowed to that singular sensation as it overwhelmed him.
And then there was a brush of something against his very being, molecules entangling with other molecules, equally disorienting as the immutable flood of Time swept them along.
Together, then apart, then together again, tangled, still tangled, trading pieces back and forth until the current sent them sliding through-
-and two bodies hit the ground, one a boy and one a man.
Danny (his name was Danny, he could see-hear-smell-taste again, he was WHOLE again) looked over and found a pair of equally confused blue eyes staring back at him from beneath the tattered remains of black mask. He drew in a sharp, glorious breath, preparing to speak but then he gripped once more, pieces of him sliding away as the man cried out in horror, reaching for him...
But he was back in the flood, alone once more, reduced once more to the basest essence as he was pulled-squeezed-stretched back through existence-
-and his head hit his desk, the solid thunk of bone on wood drawing eyes away from Sam's impassioned speech about the misogyny of The Taming of the Shrew. Mr Lancer barely looked away at the sound, too focused on Sam's points, and a few of his classmates snickered, but none seemed to notice his pale face and wild eyes. None except Tucker, who learned over to whisper.
"Dude, what was that? You looked like you were a glitch in a videogame for a second there."
"I don't know, Tuck," Danny managed to wheeze out, his mind haunted by terrified blue eyes and the man he'd left behind, "I really don't."
The second time it happened, Danny wasn't any more prepared, but at least he was alone in his room getting ready for bed when his hand began to slide in and out of existence before his eyes, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes ghost-toned, sometimes skeletal.
He only had a moment to panic before he was sliding-stretching-squeezing through existence again. The current spat him out into a desert, the air thick with smoke and the smell of destruction. Danny's first instinct was to get away from the fire he could feel blazing behind him, but then he heard.
A heart-shattering howl of grief cut through the smoky air. Danny whirled around and saw them; the man with the strange black mask, now whole and clearly a pointy eared cowl, cradling a battered, bloody and brightly dressed body. Danny gasped as he realized he could feel the boy's death in the very air; could taste his last moments of terror and shattered hope at the back of his throat.
The man's head shot up at the sound of his gasp and familiar blue eyes widened.
"Danny," the man croaked (how did he know his name?), voiced wrecked by the force of his grief, "is...is he...?"
"He's gone," Danny confirmed gently, guessing at the question the man couldn't bear to voice. Fresh tears spilled down the man's face and Danny felt his own eyes welling up in sympathy, grieving with this man for a boy he didn't know.
"Find him," the man begged, "please, please find him on the other side. Make sure he's...make sure he finds peace. Make sure he knows that I..." the man choked on fresh tears. Danny knelt at his side and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I...I don't know if I can, but I'll try," he promised, "if I can find him, I'll make sure he knows he's missed. That he's lo-"
Forlorn, devastated eyes met his as Danny was pulled unceremoniously back to his bedroom.
He stared up at the ceiling, the plastic, glow-in-the-dark constellations bringing little comfort as he silently wept, his heart aching for the poor man he'd once again left behind. Dust and smoke still clung to his pajamas, the only solid evidence that anything strange had happened. He hadn't even had a chance to ask his name, or that of the ghost he'd vowed to search for.
Danny turned over and screamed into his pillow, letting out all of the frustration and sorrow tangled up inside him. Once he'd let out all that he could and his tears had dried, he stumbled to his feet, heedless of the late hour.
If he was going to have any chance of finding that kid's ghost, he needed answers.
It was time to go and see Clockwork.
