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cherry-burlesque:

I…have no excuse for this.

sorry psy i warned you i suck

Knitted version here.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY IF LIZ ISN’T THERE”

cackles

“Ow. That hurt and was fucking stupid. How about we not do that again.”

- me, after every event possible in 10 out of 12 months this year

that’s about it

fuck this year

weebstories:

A few days ago during my two week long winter break, I was to have a photoshoot with a bunch of other Homestuck cosplayers. I was pretty excited since it’s been awhile since I’ve gone to a cosplay meet up, and had been sewing for a long while ever since I was invited to come to the event.

All day, I went as a rendition of the Knight of Blood (using the design for God Tier Dave but with the “Blood’s color/symbol”) Karkat and got LOTS of compliments from fellow cosplayers and fans. I didn’t think I was going to get physically harmed since everything was going pretty well….

However,

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oh my god all of my anger

x-entertainment:

Of course I’m going to open it. Like there was ever a doubt.

History: I found this in some seedy souvenir shop on the Atlantic City boardwalk back in 2005. However, the can is actually from 1999. We can assume that Pokemon Pasta is no longer safe to eat.

That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it as I would any other great art. Picasso had nothing on Henry John Heinz. There is no concept higher than Eevee macaroni.

Since I was dealing with potentially radioactive material, I used our backup can opener. Or maybe I just didn’t want you to know that our everyday can opener really was this dirty. Suddenly, my decision to bless these photos with a professional lighting kit seems ill-conceived.

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@pillowjacket Shannon I am not saying you are not allowed to feel emotions about your parents or your situation. However once again you are allowing it to overtake you and drag you down into a pit that everyone close to you has to contend with by proxy.

You asked me to drill sergeant you. I will devote my 15 minute break to give you my full opinion of your situation and my advice forthwith. You’re not going to like what I have to say and that’s okay. I wish I had someone to kick my ass when I was 18 as well. This is not a debate, nor is it any kind of re re re blog fest as you’re prone to have on my dashboard; just take this as it is.

Shannon, you are frail. Not physically, but emotionally. How are you going to function at a job if you can’t even handle criticism or arguments, especially on the internet? You are not going to last in an adult world if you continue to exhibit the patterns of behavior that you refuse to change. And that is your main problem. You can talk about all the disorders and conditions and circumstances you want - it’s not going to change anything. You spend too much time on the Internet complaining about social justice - but you don’t do anything else. What else do you have to offer? Is doing this really going to solve all of your problems? Or will you just put yourself in a position of burden on others you care about?

You’re simultaneously cheating and giving up on your life. Cheating in that you’re running away to New York to live with Ruocco and his family; you’ve basically turned on easy mode for yourself, in that you don’t care about school or any sort of advancement for your own sake - and giving up in that regard. I don’t know for sure what your plans are for a higher - or even basic - education once you get to NY - all I know is that you spent a majority of the tenure in your online school whining about how hard it was. Do you really think any of that will change once you move? It’s the same material. You gave up on trying. What’s going to change? You living with Mike? Your parents, if I recall, never burst into your room and forced you to stop giving a fuck about doing your homework.

Stop sitting on the Internet all day and whining about how hard your life is. Give up lusting after dolls. Finish your education. Have a plan of action, not an overstressed boyfriend as a safety net and crutch. Even though you’re getting exactly what you want, you still find inane things to complain about. I get infuriated when I see the path you’re taking; out of worry and concern, mostly. In you I see a reflection of myself at 18. You’re not as emotionally strong and resilient as i am. That isn’t tooting my own horn, that’s fact. You’re throwing yourself into the EXACT same position I was in at that age - ask Psy - and I don’t want you to continually stumble down my path; especially if you won’t be able to handle it. That’s why I’m so sharp with you about this stuff. You want to move out and you talk about these grand plans - but from the outside looking in it worries everyone around you.

I’ll gladly talk more in depth about this to you in Skype later if you’re not horribly offended. I have to get back to work.