and i shouldn’t take it seriously, it’s just a joke
but that’s the point, that’s the point
it’s just a joke to you because i
am just a joke to you because
everything that i am is just a
joke to you, it’s a boy’s club
and here i am, cast as the
entertainment of the hour.
1:55 pm — I woke up to the sound of rain knocking on my window pain. I remember I spoke to someone for more than 3 hours last night and the whole time my heart was smiling. Maybe the idea of making a new friend would make anyone’s heart happy. Anyway, I know it’s late but good morning.
It’s finally finished! I wanted to make this comic for the snap election, but if the Tories win I feel like it’s gonna be relevant for the next few years.
I messaged a few of the spoonie blogs I follow to see if they would be okay with me tagging them in this. I got responses from @spooniediaries and @heyatleastitsnotcancer but I didn’t want to tag anyone else who hadn’t given me their consent.
Caption/script under the cut - please reblog and share. (Note: the captioning is reaaaaally long - it might crash your phone if you’re on mobile).
It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.
Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.
Shitty Knight: brah are you dying
Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.
Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?
Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok
Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.
what i learned today while tallying homestuck statistics:
Dave has no idea how to end a conversation. I mean, I knew he just never shut the fuck up, but i’m trying to tally the number of conversations and in acts 1-4, and dave has had like, 8, total. cause whenever someone else says goodbye he just keeps talking at them until they eventually come back instead of actually signing out of pesterchum like a normal person
My mom is a bartender so I like to go down and sit by her while she is working and naturally I overhear a lot of interesting conversations between intoxicated people but my favorite one was between two older guys, probably 60’s, watching Captain America. Here’s how the conversation went:
Guy 1: *looks up at TV and sees Chris Evans* “That guy is really nice looking”
Guy 2: “yea he is”
Guy 2: “wait, are you gay?”
Guy 1: “hell ya buddy. Since 1960, man!”
Guy 2: “dude same here!”