Homosuck Trash

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you’re the ONLY SORRY SACK OF SHIT LEFT on this timeline. you are going to make that skeleton fuck BEG FOR MERCY.

you will show him NONE.

i finally check the comments thread on that one garfield shitpost video and find this  (image was linked in bottom comment)

i thought it belonged here 

Meet each other

[ Vantas & Maryam ]

[ Megido & Ampora ]

[ Makara & Nitram ]

[ Zahhak & Leijon ]

[ Pyrope & Serket ]

We’ve started rolling out a small, huge improvement to Tumblr. 

The small part is that we’re rearranging reblog comments so that they’re actually readable. The huge part is that we’re rearranging reblog comments so that they’re actually readable.

You might be startled at how suddenly easy it is to understand what’s going on. That’s alright. Relax your eyes, let them adjust, and enjoy the readability of it all.

captioned,

edited,

and eventually rewrote Pony Pals as a birthday gift for jane

I…guess we’re pretending time powers weren’t horribly traumatizing and he still uses them? who knows I just wanted to draw both the turntables and the cape

twixtandshout made a post about post-game beta kid god tier powers and i couldn’t resist doing a few word doodles

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the way he has to concentrate on holding himself together is, at times, observable. despite a cheerful demeanor he is hardly grounded, and in moments of too much ecstasy or anger he flies apart into the wind. before the game there was a finesse to it that he wielded with luck and determination, but now each fragment that gives to the breeze takes hours to reform; he is a mortal man taming the powers of a god, and he cannot sleep because some day in yet another ptsd driven nightmare he fears he will fly apart and never come back down to earth.

——–

dave sneers at the cold air around them. “god it’s freezing. can’t fucking believe the weatherman said it’d get to 40 today, and that it wouldn’t get above 50 for another 87 hours, 52 minutes, and 43 seconds. i mean, damn.”

with a snicker, john replies, “oh it’ll get colder than that man. freak storm’s coming in from the…” his brow furrows for a moment, “west, should start snowing, like, sometime this afternoon, or at the latest tomorrow morning.” he stops and looks up at the sky, as if the wind currents are flashing a bright red in his eyes. “and 40 isn’t even bad you baby.”

“bullshit!” dave snarls, kicking a nearby newsstand, causing passersby to hurried step away. “and you never get cold anyway, what with your windy thing crap.”

——–

“no, shut up, i’m not in the mood.”

“okay mr. grump, sorry you’re such a jackass.” frustrated, jade sighs and looks around. “umm…. wanna play hide-and-go-seek?”

“what?” he chokes out in a surprised bark of laughter. “no way man you’ll win every time”

“i know,” she informs him with a proud grin.

“look baby,” he starts, scoffing when she makes a face at the name, “i just need some time, okay? i can’t hold time together right now and i–” the constant metronome in his mind stops, and for one blissful moment there is silence. then it goes haywire, and a cacophony sound and sight blurs around him. he catches words and sights here and there, “dinner at 7,” a kiss on the forehead, “dave’s unwell again,” the frustrated abuse of some poor household object in the corner of his eye.

all in the space of a blink.

when he opens his eyes it’s night according to the windows, even though he could swear to god jade’s hair was outlined by sunlight not even a second ago. now there’s just cold chinese lit by the flickering overhead lamp. his stomach lurches at the all too familiar setting, like the rare times he got to eat with his brother all those years ago, but picking up the chopsticks off the table, he begins to eat.

——–

despite the lack of electricity and the pressing prevalence of night, a faint glow emanates from the room, which rose reads by. john was right about the weather, and the potential power troubles. not that she’s surprised. in fact, the most likely outcome after taking his forecast into account was an outage, and she’s stocked up on all the necessities. she probably should have informed her companions, she realizes, but leaving them each a flashlight, candles, and a first aid kit in their rooms was probably enough. john cleaned today, and it’s unlikely dave will cut himself on any stray swords, considering how he locked them away the moment he had the opportunity. the percentages are small, and she’s tired and wise and willing to take a chance.

book flung aside with frustrated abandonment, she swings her feet over the edge of the bed and touches up her lipstick. god, rose, she says to herself, when did everything you do become so… what’s the word she’s looking for? mundane? blasé? clinical?

wandering to the cabinet, she pulls out a bottle of vodka and doesn’t bother to pour, just takes a swig. she can detail all the long and short term outcomes, but she knows which ones mean more to her; future outcomes are occasionally a fair price to pay for temporary gains.

besides, with this bottle in her hand for long enough, she doesn’t even remember which outcomes are which.

——–

the thing that’s nice about space, jade thinks to herself as she pours over astronomical charts at a nearby university, is that there’s always something. even in a cold, merciless vacuum you know there’s at least one fleck of dust within the next few million lightyears.

with a sigh, she circles a few planets, marking them as potentially livable. with concentration, she reaches out all those trillions of lightyears and tries to get a read on the composition of their atmospheres. with time they come to her, and she writes them down as “educated guesses.” if it were like the old days, she could be there now, collecting samples of air and dirt in little jars and then taking them back to the lab, testing them herself. but her powers are too uncooperative these days, and even in her stillness she feels every shaking atom as if it were jostling her purposefully from the inside out. if the air weren’t right, it’d kill her mortal body anyways.

exiting the lab, texts from dave and rose remind her that she could be late for therapy if she hasn’t left yet. shit. these days teleportation has become a grim reminder of all the things she can no longer do, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s incredibly helpful.

with a sigh she’s rested comfortably on a leather sofa, miles from the university in mere moments. she just wishes the atoms at the edges of her skin would stop buzzing; it’s hard enough to manage spatial issues on the micro and macro level throughout the universe without the physicality of your own body refusing to hold itself together for even a minute.

——–

dave sneers at the cold air around them. “god it’s freezing. can’t fucking believe the weatherman said it’d get to 40 today, and that it wouldn’t get above 50 for another 87 hours, 52 minutes, and 43 seconds. i mean, damn.”

with a snicker, john replies, “oh it’ll get colder than that–”

“FUCK!” dave screams hoarsely at no one in particular. john throws him a quick glance, alarmed, and passersby step hurriedly away. “it’s just…” he doesn’t say anything else for a minute, and john wraps his arm around dave’s for support. “we had this conversation yesterday, fuck.”

“you mean…?”

“yeah, i did something and i went back again, shit, i used to have this under control, i used to–”

“shh, dave, it’s fine. it’s all fine. we can grab a coffee and warm up if you want.”

he sighs. “nah, i don’t want any paradox bullshit. just tell me about the storm from the west, and i can make coffee when we get back to the apartment.”

——–

she wakes up glistening with sweat, eyes wide, adrenaline pumping into her veins. she’s choking on her tongue and sick to her stomach, half surprised that dark tentacles aren’t spilling from her mouth, though she knows better. her knitting needles rest in her hands for comfort, held less like needles and more like knives as she rushes to the bathroom and vomits eldritch poisons from her body. nothing comes out, but rose does what she needs to.