Silence Is The Best Music Of All
Hi my name is Rachel and this blog is pretty much just a blog for random funny crap I happen to run across on my dash, as well as my fandoms. ((Homestuck, SNK, Black Butler, YYH, FMA, and anything else I feel like posting)) Feel free to ask me anything, submit anything, whatever. Even saying hi is fine too! I'm happy to talk anytime about anything. Demons Lurking
KNIGHT OF SPACE
DERSE DREAMER
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my-silly-sinking-ships:

thisistheendofman:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY GUUUURL

sorry, hi.

it seems you have found my hiding place.

Yes indeed… it did help that you told me your URL…. :P

oh yeaaaaa

oops

Anonymous sent:

If you dislike white people calling you nigga, why do black people call each other that? The more you continue to use it, the more other races will too. You're simply prolonging the use of a racist term. It's stupid.

turntech-giving-head:

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Are you uneducated or stupid? I say both. We say it , we refer to our brothers and sisters of color , We as a race turned something so negative among others to be positive among ourselves . As much as we are arrested for no fucking reason , and depicted as fucking animals STILL ( assumed to be full of illegal activity or shit being handed to us because we are black , quick to label black people ratchet or have the fixated idea we are or fit into a fucking stereotype.) We should be entitled to a fucking word. How about I call you cracker? As in The ones who cracked the whips against our backs , I’d be racist wouldn’t I? After claiming us as property and segregation , and how many people killed us for what ? Our hair and the amount of melanin in our skin? We can’t have a word because the greed that runs through your veins wants to be entitled to everything. 

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slightlysalty:

OMG

THE WAY HE PUTS HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK

ITS LIKE HES A LITTLE TODDLER WHO HAS JUST TATTLE TALED ON SOME OTHER KID AND FEELS REALLY PROUD OF HIMSELF AND LOOKS TO THE TEACHER BECAUSE HE FEELS HE DESERVES A “WELL DONE” STICKER ON HIS FACE

(Source: no-drama-no-bullshit)

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY GUUUURL

sorry, hi.

it seems you have found my hiding place.

smoothbuttdiapershit:

hamsteakandpasta:

yips-like-chihuahua:

sleepwonk:

ladycheshire:

Watch and be amazed.

take a shot every time someone reblogs this not realizing it’s Homestuck 

take a shot every time someone in the homestuck fandom thinks the zodiac signs belong to homestuck and homestuck alone
jk don’t do that we’d all be drunk off our asses and even more irritating than we already are

Usually I’d agree with you bro, but you see, this kind of is. It’s not just the zodiacs, its the zodiacs (the troll symbols) in the corresponding blood colors. Not everything is about Homestuck, but sometimes, things actually are.

Burn

(Source: modunit)

lets-bandage-it-up:

freakshow1313:

noitemsfoxonlyfinaldestination:

thatsonofamitch:

enenkay:

zipperaward:

Hi guys! I wanted to inform you about this great thing that is happening!

These smart fellows have devised a way to create cups, straws, mixers, etc that can detect common date rape drugs. This is an amazing idea and it needs funding! The campaign ends in 35 hours and they are a little short on funding. Please, signal boost this or even give a dollar if you can, it’s a great cause and something that will really change the world!

gogogo!

Only 28 hours left! Check this out and spread the word!

donate or signal boost, they still have about a fifth to go!
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IF YOUDONT REBLOG YOU SUCK

Hey! This is pretty awesome, so I thought I’d share here. Even if you can’t donate, signal boosting the fuck out of this is important! 

Patricia. 

cool-eggs:

charlesoberonn:

bonez1925:

charlesoberonn:

shitthesignssay:

Aries- "You should have known better than to make me mad!"

 

Taurus- "I told you not to push me. I can only bottle it up for so long."

 

Gemini-  "I’d love to stay and chat, but..”

 

Cancer- “It’s time for me to REALLY take care of you.”

 

Leo-  "This is what happens when you make things about YOU."

 

Virgo- "Keep your shit together, I don’t wanna have to clean this up.”

 

Libra-  “ Ha. I suppose this is what they mean when they say I’m charismatic.”

 

Scorpio- "I told you I don’t take betrayal lightly.”

 

Sagittarius-  "The funny thing is, you still can’t ruin my fucking day!"

 

Capricorn-  "You should have known better than to fuck with my plans."

 

Aquarius-  "No one can match my train of thought. It’s the perfect murder."

 

Pisces- "…aw fuck, I should have let you say goodbye. I’m such a dick."

Waiting for the Homestucks.

The homestucks have arrived.

Just in time.

Feferi though

arkiarus:

kyleehenke:

What it feels like to stumble across an old fandom of yours :D

for real tho this website needs to be more proud about its past interests or at least open about them

whiteknightinblackarmor:

Happy Bakura Wednesday~!

source

themoonlightphoenix:

Fixed it!

primarie:

Have a history teacher explain this if they can.


Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
 
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”
Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the “kicker”:

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.
 
AND……………….:

Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater…
 
I saw this had to share just in case anyone did not know.

I WILL NEVER CEASE TO REBLOG THIS

(Source: e-vaporate)

hollikyo:

teegle:

HEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT SNK AT SCHOOL

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I MEET SO MANY PEOPLE THAT LIKE AOT

shadowofthelamp:

bec-blanche:

shadowofthelamp:

terminalcountdown:

hellzabeth:

pimpeta-slap:

psuliem:

mpregbert:

nagekis:

binart:

DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST SBURB SESSIONS FAIL

ok [LONG POST; APOLOGIES FOR PUTTING THIS ON YOUR LOVELY ART]

this made me wonder what happens to like

the players who go godtier in a dead session

because, like, they’re immortal, and with everyone else dead there is no way they CAN die, because suicide is neither heroic nor just, so they will simply continue to reincarnate forever

until they start to go insane from lack of human contact and anomie

and although sburb keeps them from dying, i imagine that there’s some sort of degeneration going on, maybe every time they die they come back slightly wrong in some way, their speech becomes garbled and they slowly start to look less and less human or whatever

and eventually

inevitably

the only voices left for them to hear are the whispers from the furthest ring

because with all of the time in the universe, even prospit dreamers visit Derse eventually, and as the incipisphere ages the boundaries between universes start to weaken

and it’s so hard not to just give up and accept the invitation, shuck off one’s mortal bonds and leave the session for good, sliding into the many-tentacled embrace of the horrorterrors as your body fully degenerates into madness and lines of code, no longer yourself anymore

just a whisper of what once was but is no longer human.

What if that’s where horrorterrors come from? The mutated god tiers from failed sessions.

ps im crying

This is terrifying

NOTE TEAM MISFAIL: WE ARE ALL TO GO GODTIER AND KEEP EACH OTHER SANE OK? OK.

NOTE TAKEN CAPTAIN’

Your name isn’t important. Nothing is anymore. After all, the clouds block out the heavenly light above and below you, leaving nothing but gray and red.

Gray and red and the cacophony of bleeding colors, the torn rags of your friends as they lie cold and lifeless, no more sentient then the ground you kneel upon. Locked forever in time, doomed to be nothing but dolls of the monster that created you all. They will never return to the soil, will never have the dignity of death, as the game that is not a game will not allow it. You never were religious, but you have prayed. Let there be a messiah, two, three, thousands of them. Let there be something, you think every time with hands clasped tightly before ramming another victim’s weapon into your chest.

Each time, you pray a little harder, stay a little shorter. You were a player, but the outfit you have fastened yourself from the clothes of the deceased leaves even you unsure of what kind. Perhaps time, as you can see hundreds of timelines, hundreds of death of hundreds of innocent lives. You sew your rags because after the fifth time you try to release yourself your robes do not regenerate. You sew yourself but the thread is missing and the fabric is missing and your brain is only just beginning to realize the meaning of eternity.

You play with your friends. A flick of their hair here, a halfhearted hand-holding there grows to hugs and empty sobs. A tango for one and a slow degeneration into the madness you welcome.

You lose track of the holes in your robes and in your soul. The tallies blur together. Names and dates and lives fade as the clouds shudder, the ground quaking and Skia itself weeping for the victory you will never see. 

You cannot speak.

You fumble with whatever you can find, play card games that cannot be won against yourself. You try on their clothes and find they fit. You have shrunk. The coding decrees it. You shed your rags and gain new ones. You grow and cycle out the last choices of the dead. You can still hear the screams no matter how much you silently shriek for anything you can repent. Nothing obeys you.

You cannot see.

You thrive on touch and thought, but thought cannot be relied on. Puzzles and riddles have long since ceased to matter, and you wonder if you exist. A living thing reaches into your mind, twists it and molds it and you do not notice. 

You cannot hear. 

You find a sword after seconds and days and millennia of searching and stab the pain away again and again. There is nothing left to touch, nothing to maim, nothing to live for as there was nothing to live for in time long since lost. Your spirit is gone. 

You do not exist.

You are one of many.

You are the Dead Souls that will never truly be free.

Eternity is but a breath in your lifespan, and your dearest wish is death. No one will give it to you.

There is no one left to.

I’m sorry but I need to reblog this again

I’m reblogging this again in honor of 4/13 because it is still my absolute favorite writing I’ve ever done, even nearly a year later.