today this girl started explaining to me that when a man kisses a women he transfers testosterone into her mouth via saliva & thats why women get turned on or something . i dont even know if its true & i dont care but straight people are fucked in the head
Many of the materials present in footwear can withstand deep sea pressure, hence why human remains in sunken ships disappear but the shoes don’t.
When fishing up an old boot, check inside for valuables, as a mermaid may have been using it as a bag.
In multiple mermaid languages, the words for “bag” and “footwear” are interchangeable. In a sense, it’s poetic, as footwear is needed to “carry” yourself on land.
Helping send out messages across the seven seas.
sailor: oh my god…thank you for rescuing me…I owe you my life…how can I ever repay you?
I absolutely need everyone to reblog this right now. This is an offline browser meant to read Homestuck as it was intended, with Flash.
This project is absolutely BIG and the person behind it BIGGER, and you guys have no idea how glad I am to have a complete Homestuck archive right at hand that also has stuff like The Baby Is You and Humanimals among so much more. Like what?? It’s the real MSPA.
Please share this. Go to the creator’s Twitter (Bamboshu) and retweet too! Donate.
Also, all the content is less than 4GB? I’d think it’d be way more heavy. You can even save it on a USB and you’ve got the entirety of Homestuck and MSPA in your hands…
okay so I know Homestuck is a meme and all, but like - it is absolutely no kidding one of the most influential works of the last fifteen years? Undertale is fucking massive for an indie game and got the kind of critical accolades that last and inspire all kinds of imitation, and it was started in Homestuck’s author’s garage - its most iconic song was also used in Homestuck for crying out loud. Two of the 2019/2020 Hugo and Nebula nominees for Best Novel, including the Hugo winner, are by former Homestuck fic authors who are open about the fact. I can recognize threads from Homestuck, and, more than that, from those authors’ specific interpretations of Homestuck, in both. Neither the Hugo nor the Nebula are small potatoes! Both those books are going to impact SFF in their own right; it’s gonna ripple out from there. I can name at least three other books published through major houses whose authors spent time in Homestuck fandom. This is just off the top of my head.
I am being one hundred percent sincere when I say that when if we lose Homestuck to the digital decay of Flash, we lose a modern landmarkin SFF and experimental fiction. It’s worth grabbing a copy of your own, and this is a service to the world that’s been done here. I’m not joking.
the idea that all coping mechanisms are valid and completely immune to criticism is honestly one of the worst things on nd/mentally ill tumblr.
just because you’re doing something to cope doesn’t mean it’s not hurting you, or that it isn’t hurting others.
sometimes, coping mechanisms hurt other people, like compulsive lying or constantly expecting your partner to give you reassurance every second of the day. sometimes, your coping mechanisms harm your recovery even though they feel good at the time. sometimes, your coping mechanisms just further entrench you in whatever you’re struggling with.
stop defending unhealthy behavior with the justification of “oh it’s just me coping”. you’re not permanently chained to whatever harmful bullshit you do.
Same principle, I imagined the dance flower outfits of all the bachelors! So fun! I looove drawing that so much haha…! Of course, they’re all in shades of blue, to match the game, a little bit : p ! (In fact, I’ve drawn that immediately after posting the other one haha! But It’s better if I spread a little the posts, isn’t it :x ?)
((I tend to imagine Elliott as a really nice Howl haha…))
(((Again, I put the line and I also cut it in 3 parts, ‘cause, you know eh…)))
Every time I see that post that’s something like “weird, but technically not a sin,” I think about being seven or eight years old and bawling to the priest that I had scaled the walls of the pantry in my home like a spider monkey in order to eat all of the cookies that my parents had naïvely hidden on the top shelf to keep me from getting into them and wailing that I was a hopeless criminal and hearing just dead silence on the other side of the little wall.
