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#oh btw thanks for the ask :')
brookheimer · 10 months
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people acting like twitter's new post count is gonna cause a mass exodus to tumblr.... this website's demographic has not changed in 865578 years and it sure as hell won't now. this is the site for people who were weird and unhappy in middle school. everyone on here has either been around since they were weird unhappy 13-year-olds or joined when they were weird unhappy 13-year-olds, left because they thought they were normal for a while, then came crawling back again when they realized deep down they were still weird unhappy 13-year-olds. what does this site possibly have to offer you if you grew up happy well-adjusted and unaware of homestuck
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hdra77 · 6 days
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just realized i havent doodled him as much so uh have some more disarray fp doodle!! aswell as handing out some fresh crumbs of lore :D
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli
I will fight god if that's what it takes.
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No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!
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buwheal · 1 day
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I'm sorry, Spamton. I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry we hurt you.
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blindmagdalena · 1 year
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how do you think homie would react to reader breaking up with him because they have very different morals (homie kills people, ik he's babygirl but he does just brutally kill people, reader is a pacifist)
-bree(sorry for multiple asks in short time :P)
cw gaslighting, imprisonment, manhandling. no more mr. nice homelander.
"Fine, listen, listen, if it means that much to you, I won't do it anymore," Homelander says, hands lifted placatingly. The way he says it makes it sound like he's doing you a favor. Like you're overreacting to a mild infraction. You stare, mouth agape. "This... This isn't some bad habit. You kill people."
"Yeah," he agrees, a slight strain creeping into his voice. "Yeah! Okay. And? Lots of people kill people. And typically, I only kill people who're also killing people." "Typically," you echo, at a loss. How can he be so flippant about this? It's like he hasn't heard a single word you've said. "You don't care. At all." "Why should I care? Why should you care? It's not like I'm killing people you like, or even know," he says, his exasperation with you intensifying. "But you love me. So just... Cool off, alright? Sleep on it. Before you do something you'll regret."
The shift in his voice when he says that runs a chill up your spine. "Are you threatening me?" "What?" Homelander laughs. "No! Of course not. Babe, listen to yourself. C'mon, I know you're upset-" he moves to take your hand, but for the first time, you yank it from his reach, crossing your arms. His hand hovers in the space yours had been for a moment, his eyes locked on the same spot. He inhales a slow breath, his fingers curling into a fist before dropping back to his side.
When he looks at you, his gaze is bereft of any playfulness. Your denial of him has flipped a switch in him that you've never seen before.
"You're tired," he says, voice set low. Any traces of the lighthearted pretense from earlier has been dropped. "It's late. You have a lot to process. So, we are going to put this aside for tonight. You are going to come to bed with me, and we'll talk about it in the morning, when you're calm." "I am calm," you tell him, refusing to let him make you feel like you're the one being unreasonable. "Please move. I already told my friend I'm on my way," you lie. You wish you had. You wish you realized sooner you would need to. Homelander had always been so utterly devoted to you. He hung on your every word, met your every whim, loved you so thoroughly that he made you feel like his entire world. Only now have you realized the dangers of that kind of love.
His mouth twitches. "Which friend?"
You begin to answer, wanting to give validity to your fiction, but an awful thought occurs to you. Would he hurt them? "It doesn't matter," You reply instead, clutching your overnight bag. "I need space, and I don't want you coming to me before I'm ready. Please, move," you say, voice wavering. He was making this so much more painful than it already was. You do love him, but he's making you feel like you barely even know him.
Homelander taps his hands on his thighs, considering you. After a prolonged silence, just before you open your mouth to speak again, he claps his hands together. "Alright. Sure," he says, stepping forward. You step backwards. "Door's right there." You're immediately relieved, but there's a nagging feeling in your gut. "Thank you," you say softly, adjusting your grip on your bag. "I'll call, okay?" Homelander offers a sideways nod, seeming... resigned. You feel the guilt of it weigh heavily, and for a split second, you question yourself, whether what you're doing is right or fair. You have to steel yourself before your resolve falters. You need time away from him to collect yourself, and figure out what to do about the man you, as it turns out, know very little about.
Just as you pass him, you feel a sudden grip on your arm, and in a flash you're spun around, stumbling back into the penthouse. You stare wide-eyed for a moment, turning back around. Poised exactly as he had been before, Homelander stands in front of the door, hands on his hips. His brows lift slightly. "Well?" Your heart is racing now. "What are you doing?"
"Go on," he says, ignoring your question. "Door's right there."
Anger rolls through you in a heated wave. "I'm not playing this game with you," you say, moving to shove more forcibly passed him this time, but once again he catches you with a hand on your wrist, spinning you around with such ease, you may as well weigh nothing at all. Yet again you stumble back into the penthouse, tears welling in your eyes as you round on him. "Stop it! Get out of my way!" "Door's wide open, babe. All you have to do is get to it, and you can leave," he says, voice perfectly relaxed, devoid of any passion or empathy.
With a frustrated cry, you hurl your bag at him, and full on sprint towards the door. You get closer this time, but just as you reach for the knob, Homelander takes you by your shoulders and spins you right around. Your own momentum carries you further in. You barely catch yourself from falling, letting go a sob that's equal parts rage and heartbreak. Who is this man?
This time, you throw yourself bodily towards the door, screaming your distress, your anger. You do it again and again and again, and every time, Homelander spins you right back around. On the final attempt, as he once again redirects you, the force of your own momentum hurls you to the ground.
"Do you get it yet?" Homelander asks, cocking his head to the side, checking to see if you're picked up on this lesson in futility. "You don't call the shots here. You don't get to just decide we're done. Relationships go two ways, sweetheart," he says. That petname used to give you butterflies. It sounds sour on his tongue now. You hear him sigh, closer to you now.
"Didn't think you'd be that stubborn. But I guess I've always loved that about you when it wasn't pointed at me, huh?" He asks, a playful little lilt slipping back into his voice. You struggle when he scoops you up, you make an animalistic noise of pure aggravation, but it's as fruitless as ever. Homelander is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object, his grip on you like steel. He cannot be stopped, or even hindered, as he carries you towards the bedroom. He sets you down on the bed, and out of pure unthinking fury, you raise your hand to slap him across the face. The strike lands, but Homelander doesn't so much as twitch. Your hand smarts, you may as well have slapped a brick wall. You clutch your wrist, letting go another sob. It aches immediately, frail in comparison to his unyielding frame.
Cupping either side of your face, Homelander swipes away your tears with his thumbs, watching you impassively. There's patience in his expression, though it looks stretched thin.
"I know you're upset," he says, an echo of earlier, as if picking up right from where he'd left off. As if nothing of the last twenty minutes had even happened. "But we'll get through this. And hey, hey, I'm not even mad at you, okay? Because that's what it means when you love someone. You forgive them." You feel numbed by your own plethora of tumultuous emotions, strung out and exhausted. You close your eyes, unable to stomach the loving way he's gazing at you. He kisses your forehead, wringing a weak, hiccupped little noise out of you. "That's my girl. I love you more than anything. You know that, right? That I would never do anything to hurt you?" No matter how gentle his hold on you is, it's inescapable. You have no choice but to face him, bleary as he is through your tear-welled eyes. Unable to push an answer through the tightness in your throat, you just nod.
"That's right. Of course you do. Because if I wanted to hurt you, I would have. It would have been easy, huh?" Those words break something in you. You lose whatever bit of composure you had built back up, and you begin to sob anew, an agonized sound. Homelander's expression twists. He's never liked seeing you cry. He's also never been the source of it.
"Shhh, shhhh, hey, it's alright. You're okay. I would never let anything happen to you," he says, as if he wasn't the very thing happening to you in this moment. He kisses your forehead again, your tear-streaked cheeks, and finally your lips.
You don't have any fight left in you. Not against the press of his lips, and not against the way he brings you under the covers with him, clothes and all.
He pulls you against his chest the same way he has a hundred times before, as if this is any other night that the two of you have fallen asleep in each others embrace.
You hug your arms tight to your chest, crying hard, while he rubs your back, hushing you. Comforting you, as any good boyfriend should.
"It's alright. I've got you," he says, his arms an oppressive force around you. "I've got you."
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thejugheadparadox · 9 months
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JUGHEAD IS NOT GAY… (Maybe he is) STOP TREATING HIM LIKE HES GAY (Again maybe he is ga)
i need you to know that this is the funniest ask i think i will ever receive. may you be blessed in all your endeavours
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hey mask, that’s a nice spleen you got there… can I have it?
WOOHOO FIRST ASK!
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An interesting one, for sure!
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terristre · 1 year
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Hello there can you draw jade babying his mushrooms (I headcanon that jade acts like a dad who gushes about his kids but without kids it’s towards his mushrooms)
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ahdiwgdishxieu?????
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hephaestuscrew · 1 month
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Thinking about the protective way Clara tells Fleet not to go into DeVries' dangerous-looking training set-up, and about how when Septimus mentions Fleet's friend Fleet's immediate assumption is that he must mean Clara, and about "This is Miss Clara Entwhistle, my partner - in business, my business partner." / "I'm also his friend, but he doesn't like to say it.", and about how Fleet rarely smiles but he smiles to himself at Clara having a good idea (and Clara notices the change in his expression), and about how Clara is trying to work out Fleet's birthday through a process of elimination, and about how Fleet tries twice to shut down the conversation with Frances Byrne that's making Clara uncomfortable, and about how panicked and angry he sounds after realising she's been poisoned...
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birues · 3 months
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Reunions
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kirkwallsquad · 4 months
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top five varric insanity moments go
holy shit where to even begin
#5
pretending that his crossbow has a deep dramatic dark backstory when it‘s literally just. his ex made it and it‘s named after her and criminals want her to make more like it and also he’s legally not allowed to see her
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saying This to sebastian (this might be the Most Insane but i couldn‘t rank it higher bcs i refuse to applaud varric‘s homophobia/transphobia moment for even a second)
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#3
comparing blackwall to sebastian and treating him similarly to how he he does sebastian - he does this multiple times, but i specifically want to point out this comment he makes:
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which specifically references THIS INSANE CONVERSATION
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IT‘S BEEN LIKE HALF A DECADE VARRIC HOW ARE YOU STILL THINKING ABT THIS REGULARLY
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saying This about solas
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VARRIC???!??!!!!???
#1
everything abt his relationship with sebastian, from sebastian being 100% dtf and varric hating him for it to all the antagonism. but number one HAS to be when varric says THIS to sebastian COMPLETELY FUCKING UNPROMPTED
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VARRIC BE NORMAL ABOUT SEBASTIAN CHALLENGE
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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wizard looking for a way home (aka wizard of dark space)
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earthfluuke · 1 year
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“There will come a SOLDIER who carries a mighty sword; He will tear your city down.”
“There will come a POET whose weapon is His word; He will slay you with His tongue.”
“There will come a RULER whose brow is laid in thorn; smeared with oil like David's boy.”
Based on the results from this uquiz. Which are you?
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smimon · 7 months
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Omg omg 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 pink dancers?!?!?!? Omg mattiiiiiiiiiiiiii. And a giant k but also mattiiiiiiiiiii and etel and kathri awwwwwwwwwwww. 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀Omg how would the cha cha cha performance work? Like piggy Train sure will not work, or poor matti is gonna be a matti pancake, the dance part on the leashes would remind me of elderly people with their teeny tiny dogs👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀. And the interactions with Tommy and giant k were nothing but cute adorable sweet and lovely 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.
Thank you for this message, it helped me stay motivated the whole day 😁😁😁😁 happy to know we share the same braincell hahha and thank you for all the kind words!!!! You're so sweet auuughgghghgd 🙈🙈🙈🙈
Anyway I could not ignore the vision of Matti pancake so now please have this bonus
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You can have your braincell back now 😌
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lokibrainrot · 2 months
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What. Who is that. What,, oh! His name is Weldnut. Or Welly. He fixes the pipes in facilities! Squarer head to fit his welding helmet better :o)
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katkat030 · 21 days
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I used to watch Grian way back in Hermitcraft S1 so seeing you post about it actually makes me insanely nostalgic lmao. Nice to hear about people I haven’t watched in years :)
I can only imagine the nostalgia you must be feeling, omw - S1 was over a decade ago, from what I gather Hermitcraft has changed soo much since then
Thanks for sharing that nugget of information, my mind is genuinely blown
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