Claire Keane
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@trashecutioner-blog
me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
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me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]
(( guys... GUYS...))
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.
who wants to fling my awful body into the sun
unbelievable. i have to do everything myself
(( warning for gifs, guns, and skulls in the theme although it's kind of a given but. !!! ))
GIVEN THE PERIOD OF POSTING ESSENTIALLY A HEAPING MASS OF JACK SHIT I JUST HAD OVER THE LAST WEEK OR TWO, I'M BASICALLY DUMBFOUNDED THAT ANY OF YOU ARE STILL FOLLOWING ME. ACTUALLY, I THINK I GAINED A COUPLE OF FOLLOWERS. WHAT DO YOU KNOW. MAYBE SOMEHOW PEOPLE PREFER COMPLETE INACTIVITY TO CONSTANT SHITPOSTING? FUCK IF I KNOW HOW ANY OF YOUR THINKPANS FUNCTION, IF AT ALL. EITHER WAY, I'M GOING TO TRY TO POST A LITTLE MORE OFTEN. WAVE GOODBYE TO THE SWEET BLISSFUL PERIOD OF MY DIGITAL SILENCE, BECAUSE IT'S LONG GONE AND THERE'S A CHURNING SHITSTORM OF EXPOSITION IN ITS WAKE.
NEVER FALLING ASLEEP ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AGAIN. EVER.
(( THAT WAS THE WRONG BLOG
daft punk vs beastie boys - intergalactic rock
DAAAAMN!
FUCK. ONLY A COUPLE HOURS IN AND SOMEBODY'S OVERGROWN HUMAN GUT PARASITE CAN'T SHUT THEIR GODDAMN SCREAMHOLE.
I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT EARPLUGS.
yeah, whatever, karkat.
It occurs to you that he’s actually right, though — as per usual. This should have dawned on you before; Kurloz, odd as your relationship is, fucking needs you to find him and all you did was stare out the window and wander. You wanna beat yourself up for it, some, but you don’t.
Karkat will be doing plenty of that.
You punch in his coordinates and take a deep breath before stepping onto the pad. You don’t feel nervous or anxious when you step off on the other side.
Its all static, Kurloz’s name in bright neon green.
Michigan, fucking Michigan.
You're lamenting over that, phone in hand displaying a prospective trip of over 11 fucking hours, and pacing back and forth in front of the transportalizer when it gives a distinctive noise.
Your head turns. Fuck. There's absolutely no more time to wallow in your own anxiety about the situation, not nearly as much as you want. Gamzee's here.
You draw up your shoulders, lips pressed into a line, and get down to business.
"Alright, seeing as you're both being uncharacteristically timely tonight maybe we'll actually be able to settle this shitstorm with a minimum amount of follicle ripping out." You start, almost spitting the first bit out and it all just kind of rolls from there. "But it looks like the minimum's still probably going to leave me fucking bald judging by the fact that, god forbid he can keep his ass in the same place for a few minutes, Kurloz is literally a day trip away by human scuttlebuggy."
9h Karkat y9u're 9nline!
YEAH, ASTUTE OBSERVATION BUT I’M NOT SURE HOW LONG IT’S GOING TO LAST. I MIGHT HAVE TO LEAVE THE HIVE SOON AND I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH TIME THIS ENTIRE ORDEAL IS GOING TO OCCUPY, SO. CHATTING IS SORT OF AMBIGUOUSLY ON THE TABLE FOR NOW BUT.
brother, can i get up to having your coordinates? need to find kurloz.
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FUCKING FINALLY. I WAS STARTING TO THINK THAT I’D HAVE TO PUT ON MY COAT GO HUNT DOWN BOTH OF YOUR SLIMY CADAVERS AND DRAG THEM BY THE GODDAMN HAIR TO GET THIS STUPID REUNION OVER WITH ALREADY. DO YOU REALIZE HOW FUCKING FRUSTRATING IT WAS TO WATCH THIS BULLSHIT PLAY OUT- OR RATHER, FAIL TO PLAY OUT AT ALL BECAUSE NOBODY’S DONE JACK SHIT ABOUT IT.
I DON’T KNOW HOW FAR HE COULD’VE GOTTEN FROM MY HIVESTEM BY NOW BUT HE’S BOUND TO BE AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE, ESPECIALLY IF HE’S JUST WANDERING AIMLESSLY. SPEAKING OF WANDERING AIMLESSLY, THAT’S EXACTLY THE THING YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DO IF YOU COME HERE. WE’RE GOING TO FIGURE THIS OUT THE RIGHT WAY AND NOT THE DRAWN OUT AGGRAVATING ASSCLOWN WAY, YOU HEAR ME.
I’LL SEND HIM A MESSAGE, BUT IN THE MEANTIME.
—carcinoGayneticist has sent the file COORDINATES.txt—