It's Just A Cigarette And I Only Did It Once

happy really late homestuck day

insane crossover give me more

dredge + erisol

vague earth c johndavekat

DAVE

All The Brightest Places and The Edge of Seventeen changed me as a person

desperately need to read or watch something that will alter my brain chemistry and turn me into a new person

when people ask what my favorite ship from homestuck is, i always say davekat. and when people ask why, i say i just like the art. and, while that's true, i like davekat for other reasons.

i get dave. on a level deeper than understanding. ive lived dave. i know the uncertainty, the fear, the need to keep it quiet, the desire to view it all through an ironic lens, and to keep a facade of everything being cool.

i understand karkat. the want to be older than you are, to prove yourself when everyone else has turned their backs and cast you aside, to make sure your voice is heard no matter what, to show that you can do what no has done before.

dave can't sit in silence. it puts him on edge, and it makes him feel like someone is going to hop out and attack. his thoughts wander from sick beats to terrifying paranoia in record time. luckily for him, karkat is loud and says exactly what he thinks. there is no guessing or silent uncertainty. there's only them.

karkat stresses over alternian rules. he'll never feel completely comfortable with his trollian counterparts because, in the back of his mind, there will always be the voice of a forgotten prophet reminding him that he's a mutant. luckily for him, dave doesn't give two fucks, as far as the amateur rapper is concerned, they bleed the same.

they are foils of one another. mirrors with imperfect reflections. knights who are burdened with the responsibility of holding it all together, despite their own uncertainty about where they stand in the mess.

dave, burdened with the knowledge of how truly insignificant they all are in the grand scheme of the alpha timeline. karkat, burdened with the understanding of how easily people turn on one another and how fragile peace really is.

they see each other. recognize the familiar frown lines that come with hours of contemplating how they could possibly make the impossible work. they gravitate towards each other, pulling one another into their orbit. you're not alone if someone else sees you for all that you are.

so ask me why i like davekat? i'll say its because they bleed the same.

a memory

RICK ASTLEY OFFICIAL COVER OF PINK PONY CLUB BY CHAPPEL ROAN???

love your art style!!! where do you stand with arasol?

i stand with the arasol nation always and forever

One of my favorite headcanons I have, is that most superheroes fight in a very uniform fashion. They have training, and they’ve been doing this for a while, so most of them fight like someone who knows what they’re doing and understands body language. Peter Parker however.

He never got training. He got bitten by a spider, watched his uncle die in front of him, and then said “fuck it, we ball” and sewed a spider logo on a red hoodie to go combat gang violence. He has NO CLUE how to fight, so naturally, he fights like he just escaped from an asylum.

Where most hero’s would be pinned against a wall, he just starts kicking their shins. Where most hero’s would have a hand over there mouth, he has a hand in biting distance. Where most hero’s have an opening to sweep the leg, Peter has an opening to kick them in the groin so hard they fall to the ground sobbing.

The first time Iron-man, or any hero for that matter, sees him fight, they genuinely think he doesn’t think the fight is hard and is experimenting because he’s using none of the right tactics, and some things that aren’t even tactics. And then they say “hey, what style of fighting was that? I’ve never seen it before.” And he just stares at them like “that was a style called I’m a child soldier who doesn’t know what the hell is going on at any given moment and biting works”