i have no idea a friend sent it to me
but god damn isnt it delicious?
i have no idea a friend sent it to me
but god damn isnt it delicious?

if my blogging makes you uncomfortable
or if you’re in a mutual follow and you wanna unfollow cause we have no common interests anymore
or you don’t like me and you’re just following me to torture yourself
places hands on your shoulders and shakes you back and forth UNFOLLOW ME
my feelings will not be hurt I really don’t give two shits??? it actually hurts my feelings more when people don’t like me but be nice to me anyway, don’t do that yo
#selfcare y’all
paper stars
Karkat had always been absolutely fascinated by how romantic it sounded, when he’d first heard of them. A thousand paper stars to grant a wish? It was just like some of the best in his vast collection of movies.
But it wasn’t until a while later that he’d actually start making them. After finding out how to make them after a quick Trolloogle search, he set to work, knowing in his pan that it wouldn’t do anything, but still young and naive enough to hold onto a shred of hope.
It took a while, and used up lots of paper. Star after star after star.
When he was at about half a jar, he just.. stopped. It became a bit boring. A tiny bit dull. Star after star after tedious, colorful little star.
A couple perigrees or so later, when he was self-decidedly smarter and also wiser, he got into a dramatic, slur filled fight with Captor. He had thrown his arms up in outrage, when out of the corner of his eyes he spotted the jar, still half-full., covered with a thin layer of dust. Pausing, he slid the pieces of paper over, and began again.
It became a sort of ritual for him after that. Get into a fight, a couple paper stars, wake up in early evening grumpy, a couple more. After a short while of this, the jar was full. He placed it next to the husktop moniter, and stared at it occaisionally. A thousand and one were in there, prevented from growing little legs and escaping by a sturdy cork.
He.. waited. And waited. And then, he started another jar. Feel shitty, make stars, wanted to go into an absolute rage, make a few more. It didn’t make him feel any better, of course. Just gave him something to do that wasn’t tearing his whole hive down and throwing it at Her Condescension Herself until She came over and culled him personally.
The jars multiplied. He made a couple more friends, if he could call them that, somehow. More colors went into the mix. Sooner or later twelve separate colors filled up the jars.
When he’d been thrust into the game, he’d started making them with a fury. Anything to stay inside and not look at the nauseating color of his land.
The jars piled up. He got more and more frustrated with each one, as time went by.
But he kept them there, as a brightly colored silent confirmation that magic doesn’t exsist, and he’d never get any of his wishes granted.
Self-destruction is a beautiful thing.
this is absolutely beautiful get on my blog
John just came up with the lamest insult and Karkat is hatesmooching him to make him stop talking
They are too silly for proper blackrom I’m sorry
ray-rayofsunshineandrainydays:
Both my printer and my scanner ruin the colouring but the camera seemed to be a bit better so… sorry.
This is for a small contest on my main account to see if people could find my reblog account, if they did they’d get a picture and this lovely person was one of the three winners.She asked for a johnkat species swap aaannd of coarse my first thoughts were kismesisstuck.
Drawn traditionally because I was using my time at school wisely and why not~?
Dave: Hey bro, something’s up with your alien boyfriend.
John: Oh my god!
Dave: What happened here, John?
John: I don’t know. I just thought I’d prank him and so I put one of Jade’s hair clips on the back of his neck thinking it’d freak him out, then he just kind of laid down and I thought he probably needed some time to himself to get over my pranking prowess… but that was three hours ago.
Dave: John. I’m pretty sure you are the shittiest boyfriend ever.
John: What?
Dave: You’ve obviously rendered poor Karkat here fully paralyzed.
John: No way.
Dave: It’s all sponge-baths and bed-pans from here on in.
John: Oh man…