keycrash:

maybe you can cry the sight away too


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wow


You are my;;
[] Acquaintance
[X] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[X] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[X] Nemesis
[] Other

I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[X] Pretty
[X] Beautiful
[X] Gorgeous
[X] Sexy
[X] Hot

We should;;
[] Fight
[] Fuck
[] Kiss
[] Make love
[X] Text
[X] Watch films

I;;
[X] Like You
[X] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Think you’re …

I secretly;;
[X] Hate You
[] Love You
[X] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …

Should you reblog this?
[X] Yes
[] No


 

"wow" (( for that ask thingy you reblogged way earlier ))


You are my;;
[] Acquaintance 
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[…] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[X] Love Interest
[X] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other

I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[X] Pretty
[X] Beautiful
[X] Gorgeous
[…X] Sexy
[X] Hot

We should;;
[] Fight
[…] Fuck
[X] Kiss
[…] Make love 
[X] Text
[X] Watch films

I;;
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[X] Love You
[] Think you’re …

I secretly;;
[] Hate You
[X] Love You  ((Well, it’s a secret to Dave, I guess.))
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …

Should you reblog this?
[X] Yes
[] No


answered 9 hours ago

Its been a few weeks and it was obvious that Dave wasn’t ready to cooperate much during pt for his legs, but he seemed to easily pick up on using his hands, which due to this, he was granted some reward. A wheelchair, for example, one that he could use himself which gifted him freedom, and also as they saw he had potential in art, paper, and pencils. He couldn’t perfectly work a keyboard yet, but he could hold a pencil fine, and its become regular for them that if he struggled and refused too much during his physical therapy, they’d let him alone (with Karkat) in his hospital room. Usually he spent this time drawing, or trying to turn on the TV or rolling around in the chair, all things that required use of his hands, so they figured at least he was making a little progress. 

Today was no different except today they gave him crayons to color if he wanted and he started out by scattering the box on the sort of table thing they put on his chair. Looking over the colors, and he glaced at the window assuming there was one. He wasn’t feeling interested in drawing anything serious today, maybe just doodle. So as he looked outside he started with the easy things. Road, sidewalk, buildings. He drew pretty calmly for the most part, calmly and happily, adding the trunk of a tree and some flowers cuz why not. Pink and red and yellow ones. He seemed fine until he got to where he needed to color the sky and leaves, and then he seemed to pause looking at his crayons. He seemed confused, but slowly picked up a grey crayon and started trying to scribble the leaves on, but he didn’t seem to like that, and moved to pick up the yellow and tried that. He still didn’t seem pleased. He picked up the white and scribbled over it, and then started to seem frustrated. He grumbled to himself then about the colors not making sense and how trees weren’t any of these colors. He picked up the blue and brown and tried each of them and then angrily seemed to give up, looking at Karkat.

"why the fuck can’t I get the leaves right? I don’t even want to try th’ fucking  sky"

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Dave was a fussy one when he saw fit.  You had known this long before becoming his primary nurse and supervisor, but back then, you had had a lot less to do with it.  He was regularly scheduled for pt, to help him regain an acceptable range of motion in his legs, and rarely did he cooperate.  His hands, however, were another story entirely.  He picked that up again all on his own, and as such, was rewarded with things that could help him further improve.  He was making progress; from the waist up, if anything.  

The reward today had been crayons.  Splashes of color where he had only had pencils before, and he takes to them quickly.  You were lounging, really, not having much else to do but watch the blond doodle.  Given you’re more taken up by watching his expression.  He looks so relaxed, he seems happy, even.  It’s rather nice to see him looking like that.  But then he seems puzzled, and a bit later, frustrated.  You glance at the paper he was drawing on, your eyes catching sight of the mess of colors he’d made out of the tree leaves.  Your turn to be puzzled; he got everything else right, was he having trouble with green?  Fed up, he looks at you, and you determine that yeah, that’s exactly it.  Blue too, apparently, if he didn’t want to color the sky?

"Good question," You answer when he asks why it is he can’t get the leaves right.  You pull a green crayon from where he had them spread out on the table and hold it up, "Show me another crayon that looks like this one."


  • A good man cannot hide his beautiful body by wearing lots of clothes!!
  • All hail poverty!
  • Are you a cross-dresser?
  • Don’t take me for a fool!
  • I just don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat before.
  • I promise that you’ll never be alone again.
  • I was just born with this scary-looking face.
  • I’m not going to change the way I am now.
  • I’m okay with anything as long as it doesn’t harm me.
  • If you don’t have the money, pay with your own body!
  • If you want to dream, then do it in your sleep.
  • It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others.
  • It’s not often that God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out.
  • Leave assault and battery to the professionals.
  • Let’s go to my place and play video games all night long!
  • There’s more to life than hitting the books, I hope you know.
  • These people are simply overgrown weeds.
  • Those weren’t pajamas, you know. That happens to be the way I usually dress.
  • We’ve got a reputation to uphold, and you’d just ruin it.
  • What good are dreams, if all you do is work?
  • You go to all that trouble acting like you’re such a big jerk when being a nice guy comes so naturally to you. It seems counter intuitive.
  • You were using me all this time?!
  • You’re only making it worse.

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#((DO IT DO IT PLEASE))

alabasterfrost:

SERIOUSLY SEND IT TO ME.

LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED.

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You are my;;
[] Acquaintance
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other

I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[] Pretty
[] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Sexy
[] Hot

We should;;
[] Fight
[] Fuck
[] Kiss
[] Make love
[] Text
[] Watch films

I;;
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Think you’re …

I secretly;;
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …

Should you reblog this?
[] Yes
[] No


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helen123009:

feferi peixes


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ikimaru:

and nobody went to sleep after that


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japharts:

Jeepers. How long has it been since I did a homestuck?

anywho. 

have sleepy napping karkat. 

yeah. 


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living shield.


You were fighting a war you couldn’t win, against impossible odds, and yet failure wasn’t an option.  Your fighters, your army— they were your family.  Your family and friends, the same ones you had fought for time and again, were fighting with you now, and you would not be returning without a single fucking one of them.

Knives and chainsaws and swords, guns and hammers and god tier powers that some of them haven’t had to use for ages.  Suddenly, you’re a leader all over again.  A leader, spearheading the fight in a war you couldn’t win, against impossible odds, and yet you’re gaining inches.

Dave and Jade work together fabulously, taking down one of the larger beasts that had been plaguing you.  Kanaya and Porrim are much the same, making quick work of the smaller enemies within their range.  Dirk stays to himself, watching the backs of everyone else while hacking and slashing whatever creature finds it fit to pull a cheap shot.  John sticks close to you, and when you aren’t slitting a monster’s throat or severing limbs, you take the time to notice that he’s not as defenseless as you had worried.

Quite the opposite, in fact.  It becomes a twisted sort of game, counting the saves.  Whoever lost was buying pizza that night, you had joked.  You knew very well that this was not a joking matter, but everyone played along.  Everyone held onto the hope that you’d all be going home alive.  You’re fighting a war you couldn’t win, against impossible odds, and for a while you believe that you wouldn’t lose.  But at that time, losing had only meant having the fewest saves.  

You’re in the lead, you think.  You call counts every so often.  The numbers they give you only go up with time.  You keep track of their voices, since you can’t stop and watch their bodies; everyone is still standing.  You breathe a sigh of relief.  And then, you hear a scream.

It’s your name, in John’s voice, and you’re sprawled on the ground not moments later.  Something drips onto your cheek— what was that, rain?  Here?  When you look up, the grim reality comes crashing in.  The brunet was violently impaled, his blood dripping from above you.  When the beast retracts his claws, you scramble to catch him.

"John?  John, please.  Please, this isn’t funny, you have to wake up.  Alright, you got me, now open your eyes and tell me you’re okay.  Laugh it off with me like one of your shitty pranks so we can go home and eat the pizza that Jade is definitely paying for.  Wake up, already, you can’t leave me!  And I can’t leave without you!  Please!  Please!  …John?”

He can’t answer you.  He’s fading fast, and you’re helpless to save him as he bleeds to death in your arms.  He had smiled.  Apologetically, but proudly, not a hint of remorse to be found.  And then he’s gone, the light in those bright blues you loved so much snuffed out.  You purse your lips hard to keep from screaming as you set him down gently.  You close his eyelids, and it’s almost sickening, how much he looks like he’s just asleep.

You force that thought aside.  You have more important things to deal with.  There’s a freshly lit fire in your eyes and a forceful scowl on your face as you stand and look at the monster that had taken your best friend from you.  ”You don’t understand what you’ve just done— who you’ve just taken from me.  I will make you feel agony until you beg me to kill you.  And you know why?”

"Because you have fucked with the wrong troll."


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saerys:

imagine-your-fav-character:

Imagine your favorite character licking a frozen pole and getting their tongue stuck

Did I hear someone say Gamzee?

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Guess he better message someone to come help him out…

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  • "Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."
  • "You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
  • "No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."
  • "Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
  • "Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"
  • "You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."
  • "Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."
  • "The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."
  • "Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."
  • "There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."
  • "No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."
  • "Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."
  • "Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."
  • "Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."
  • "I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."
  • "Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."
  • "I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

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kf1n3:

"What is he doing?"

"I’m not sure. All he does is stare at that globe all day."

"Andrew, tell me what’s wrong. What do you see in this globe?"

The boy does not look up, and replies:

A young man stands in his bedroom.

[quote by ticklishivories]

for toastyhat’s art challenge I went with glassbent! o:


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