Me Wwhen I Dont Knoww About Homestuck

me wwhen i dont knoww about homestuck

Don't know how to help you, bud. 'Cause if you're insulting me by assuming I know anything about Homestuck, than you missed your target by a 1,000 miles.

I know jack shit about it and, frankly, do not care if anyone enjoys it. From what little I remember (which is barely anything due to both me not being interested in it and memory issues most likely from my Neurodivergent Package), it doesn't seem to have any need for me to raise a concern, so it doesn't bother me to know that someone likes it.

Maybe you should ask someone to get the stick that's so far up your ass that it's stunting your empathy towards others, and maybe you'd be more open-minded to those who actually like things that you don't that aren't actually hurting anyone in any way?

Dead cause the russian government would know I'm not straight.

go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish

There is something I must ask, because I noticed someone on a post of a queer person asking for help who this guy was mad at because of OP's heritage being the same as the people committing genocide on the commenter's home since 2022.

Now, just to make it clear: do not lie about your stance. The added (biased) text is there purely because of Tumblr culture; they should not dictate your actual opinion.

So the tire-eating potholes in my neighborhood finally killed both my rear tires and I had to get that dealt with, but while they were getting replaced, I put the dogs in puppy daycare and upon picking them up early, the attendant literally sprinted to the front desk, grabbed me by the shoulders and breathlessly exclaimed "YOUNEEDTOCOMESEEWHATYOURDOGSAREDOING"

While she escorted me back to the play yards, she explained that every time they have more than three Corgi, they have to put all the Corgs in a separate play yard because they turn into a little gang and bully the Very Large dogs by playing Cow Herding Simulator 5000 with them, and especially if Herschel is there, because corgis are bossy-pants dogs, and Herschel has the bossiest pants of them all and acts as leader.

Despite being a little Don Corgleone to the short bitch mafia, Hershcel is also a Huge Baby and will apparently cry and cry and try to climb the fence and cry and eat people's shoelaces and cry if he is separated from Charlie during playtime, so this means any time that "Corgi Party" is happening, Charlie also has to go to Corgi party, despite being full-height, running cat software and a senior citizen. he copes with being Gulliver amongst the Liliputians by climbing onto the roof of the playskool castle they have for a climbing structure in the yard, kicking the ladder down behind him, and stretching out to nap in the sun while the corgi frolic and gambol around him.

Corgi are dogs that make up and play games with secret rules, like kindergartners. "Everyone bark in sync" is a popular game, as is "follow the leader" and it's companion game "March in a circle around a tall structure like ants caught in a death loop".

So what I was greeted with, when the attendant and I snuck out to the play yard, was the sight of Charlie, sound asleep and flat on his back with his paws crossed over his chest because sighthounds sleep in the stupidest fucking positions, on top of a faux-medieval castle with gargoyles on the corners, surrounded by approximately seven Corgi, all trotting in a circle around him, barking in sync.

"They look like they're preforming some kind of ritual!" giggled the attendant as attempted to get my phone to focus.

"Yeah, they're gonna summon Corgtulhu." I said.

Unfortunately, this made the attendant literally fall on her ass laughing, and distracted Herschel and his compatriots, so they didn't get to complete the summons, and I didn't get the pic.

The attendant kept laughing because apparently she's new to puns, and had mostly gotten it under control by the time we got everyone's leashes on and back out to the front.

The manager was watching the front desk, bemused. Did you get to see them doing the ritual?"

"YEAH!" shrieks the attendant, still excitable with merriment. "THEY'RE- THEY WERE-" The attendant ends up giggling on the floor.

"You okay there Katie?" asked the manager with minimal concern.

"We think they were trying to summon Corgthulhu." I eplain, and Katie screams from the floor. "Wasn't gonna work though, you need a virgin sacrifice and Charlie had an STD when we got him."

It was the manager's turn to shriek. and for Charlie and Herschel to start barking in solidarity.

"That's right Charlie! Your sluttiness saved the world!" I told him, as he jumped up and kicked me in the face.

Anyway, that's why Charlie's nickname at daycare is now "Superman(whore)"

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You know that feeling when you listen to an artist and then decide to look them up on Google just to understand them better so you enjoy their music more then BAM!

It turns out they have a diagnosis you also have?

Cause that's happened to me a little bit ago when I looked up Will Wood (the guy who made the Normal Album which included two of my favorite songs: "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" and "Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)" among others) and found out he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, a disorder I also have.

Now, the thing is, due to how Bipolar works in the brain, it falls under neurodivergency.

Will Wood is one of us. Holy. Shit.

This makes "Outliars and Hippocrates: a Fun Fact About Apples" way more fucking meaningful to me. My god.