byzantineclairvoyant:

where-the-shit-is-my-art-pencil:

bad idea: a fantroll whose quirk is writing everything out with the international phonetic alphabet like a dictionary pronunciation guide.

bæd 

aɪˈdiə: 

ˈfæntɹoʊl huːz kwɜːk ɪz ˈɹaɪtɪŋ ˈɛvɹiˌθɪŋ aʊt 

wɪθ 

ðə ɪntɚˈnæʃənəl fəˈnɛtɪk ˈæl.fə.bɛt 

laɪk 

eɪ 

dĭk’shənĕrē  pɹənʌnsiˈeɪʃən 

ɡaɪd.

theunvanquishedzims:

Hussie should just do a full-on Homestuck dating sim.

You approach Eridan Ampora in the school cafeteria.
> Engage in conversation
> Flee
>Give him a wedgie (blackrom)
>Give him a wedgie (platonic)

You engage him in conversation. Unfortunately, you have nothing in common, no mutual friends, and no reason to speak to him at all!
> End conversation
> Introduce yourself
> Discuss the weather
> Make out with him

Er…perhaps you didn’t hear me. You have NOTHING IN COMMON, NO MUTUAL FRIENDS, and NO REASON TO SPEAK TO HIM AT ALL, much less make out with him.
> Flee
> Make out with him anyway

Not even going to introduce yourself first? Seriously, you’ve been playing this game for thirty seconds. It’s your first day at a new school, and you’re gonna walk up to the first troll kid you see and smooch them?
> Yes
> Weep with shame

You are now making out with Eridan Ampora.

spockeyebrowtutorial:

i know we like, hate dumbledore, but also can we agree that he’s an icon:
gay, reclusive, weird, loves candy, best friends with a bird, wears a lot of purple, makes bad decisions

where-the-shit-is-my-art-pencil:

where-the-shit-is-my-art-pencil:

where-the-shit-is-my-art-pencil:

“rose beats everyone at scrabble” is still one of my favorite headcanons

rose, in a sports anime antagonist voice: i would seem congratulations are in order, dirk. as it stands, we each have only five tiles left, and i’m only ten points ahead of you. i’m sure you’ve figured out through process of elimination that the missing “q” and “x” tiles are in my hand, and if the game ends while i still have them, they’ll be subtracted from my final score, ensuring your victory. however, things are not always as they seem….. you, see, you made a miscalculation. four turns ago when you placed “tic” just adjacent to the final available triple word score space, rendering it seemingly unusable, i’m sure you counted it as a strategic victory- little did you know you were ensuring your own defeat. 

dirk, with an expression of dawning realization: impossible!

rose places “quixotic” on the final triple word score, winning the game. the gathered spectators collectively lose their shit.

he’s dead jim