Clown Cat

I'm so excited! I wish they'd tell us the times, though!

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She puts up with so much bs.

(text source: svveetlemonade, grandchilds, alyssathesquirrel, and rickytee on tumblr)

[I know it already says the sources but I will put it in writing too. text sources: Edwin Molina, Funny Clown Bimbi, and BRICK 101 jr! on youtube.]

she doesn't even know

act 3 was announced today and there's already fanart memes! I love this fandom!

Love these new trolls, can’t believe homestuck 3 is real!

Props to the og meme https://twitter.com/PhillipBankss/status/1452416473406840836?s=20&t=wB6Eo8JnH5RF5vM4oxkvPw

I made these edits years ago and I still don't know why.

it them!

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I just woke up. I haven't even sat up yet. I go on the tumblr dot com to help wake my brain up. And this horny mailman porn is what greets me.

It sounds straight out of homestuck. You could have told me that this was how everyone's favorite mailman, MC, was conceived and I would have believed you. I want to go back to sleep to escape this, but I don't want to see what kinds of weird-ass dreams I'd have. I'm stuck with the knowledge, no matter what. Forever.

Good morning, y'all...

Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

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(text source: hungarian on tumblr)

guess who forgot this site existed! …again. I’ve been having computer trouble and needed some time off, but I mostly took care of that and I miss this blog, so I’m gonna try to start posting again! I couldn’t say how frequently, though.

if request are open I think it'd be funny if you did that post that starts with "yesterday my date made me promise to "not talk to any random russians this time" only for me to immediately become best friends with a kosovan gang member. saved on a technicality" with tyzias. and possibly konyll (did I spell that right?) as the gang member. if u feel like it lol. have a good day snom

any day someone calls me snom is a good day! here you go!

[image descriptions: Tyzias tells you a story near the bar.

Tyzias: yesterday my date made me promise to—

Stelsa: not talk to any random Russians this time!

Tyzias: —only for me to immediately become best friends with a Kosovan gang member. saved on a technicality.

Tyzias: after I successfully taught him how to play uno via google translate, I explained to him that my date's phone got stolen, promoting both the most threatening and the most hilarious sentence ever typed into a translator:

Konyyl: we will find them and put them in the SHROUD! / end ID]

this is part 1! I'll reblog this with the rest!

this took way longer to finish and to post than I thought, so thanks for your patience!

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