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Cr1tikal

lovelyanimagus:

i thought it would be funny to pitch up cr1tikal’s voice on this … 

turns out he sounds just like dave


torpidgilliver:

I have a lot of Dave headcanons, but “Dave always sits upside-down on the couch” is the only one that i will defend to my grave

torpidgilliver:

I have a lot of Dave headcanons, but “Dave always sits upside-down on the couch” is the only one that i will defend to my grave


Two Hearts Here
Ciaran McFarlane
Other Side Of The Heart

cursingviolist:

“I saw a boy with tired eyes

I said

Come with me and we can try

Try to search for a new life

Try to find a thing that’s worth livin’ for.

And he said

If it’s all the same to you

I think I’m done livin’ for two

I think there’s not much left for me here.

But

If you want, then come with me

To a place where we can be

Whole again and with no one else

With no one else…

Because

We are two hearts here.

Broken and unclean.

But if you take them

And lay them side by side

The jagged edges just might align.

They just might align.

And this boy he took my hand

And he said,

I think I might understand

Understand what I’ve been missin’ here

And he

Took his heart and pressed it close.

And in my chest a feelin’ rose.

He filled a hole I never knew I had.

So I said

If you want please come with me

Come with me where we can be

Whole again and with no one else.

We need no one else.

Because

We are two hearts here.

Broken and unclean.

But if you take them

And lay them side by side

The jagged edges just might align.

They just might align.”

Off the bat I didn’t write these lyrics at all. I only added the tune and crappy guitar playing. The lyrics come from one of my favourite fanfictions and pieces of literature of all time. It is called “The Other Side Of The Heart” which is an inspiring and heartbreaking erisol story by InkScratches. I have never cried and laughed so much when reading something and absolutely loved and cherish every moment of reading it.

I hope my interpretation of the song inspired you to read or reread it as I have done. This song is not completely accurate to the book as it should have a little instrumental but it didn’t fit and was going on to long. Either way enjoy

You can read TOSOTH on fan fiction.net here or on Archive of Our Own here

InkScratched tumblr is here if I’m not mistaken. It is a brilliant blog to follow and they are so awesome!



Filling the Silence, ConvictStuck AU

afractionof:

Did a short thing for the ConvictStuck AU (which you should take a look at if you haven’t already). Credit to the mods, really enjoying it so far. Apologies for how terrible Jake’s dialogue is.

Summary: Jake and Dave have a little chat through the doors in solitary after a fight breaks out.

You can’t say you like the silence because that’d be a lie. You hate it, to be honest and you’re pretty sure the only thing keeping you from going off the deep end like English is that you don’t like the taste of your own blood. You don’t like the taste of anyone else’s either and with that stupid clown around, that’s saying something.

He’s not here anymore though and the last two days have alternated between being heaven and hell. It’s a pretty good mix, you’ll take it. You’ve finally got the top bunk, brand spakin’ new mattress and all. You don’t have to listen to that guy hum his stupid carnival shit all over and there’s not extra set of feet to tap and tap and tap against the floor.

But it’s too quiet, at least, relatively speaking, and you can’t even enjoy it on the feather bed they probably dropped into your cell for whatever poor slob gets thrown in with you.

Instead you’re stuck with a rickety cot you wouldn’t trust your bro’s smokes on, a cold floor, and six inches of sickly yellow light streaming in from the flaps on the door. 

Three cells down you can hear English, mumbling around the fingers that are likely stuck in his mouth again and it almost makes you smile.

Solitary isn’t so bad with a little distraction. You’ll have to thank him later if you get the chance. He’ll probably just smile at you, reach to pat your shoulder before he remembers his wrists are chained to his feet, and tell you that’s just what good ‘chums’ do.

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Filling the Silence, ConvictStuck AU

afractionof:

Did a short thing for the ConvictStuck AU (which you should take a look at if you haven’t already). Credit to the mods, really enjoying it so far. Apologies for how terrible Jake’s dialogue is.

Summary: Jake and Dave have a little chat through the doors in solitary after a fight breaks out.

You can’t say you like the silence because that’d be a lie. You hate it, to be honest and you’re pretty sure the only thing keeping you from going off the deep end like English is that you don’t like the taste of your own blood. You don’t like the taste of anyone else’s either and with that stupid clown around, that’s saying something.

He’s not here anymore though and the last two days have alternated between being heaven and hell. It’s a pretty good mix, you’ll take it. You’ve finally got the top bunk, brand spakin’ new mattress and all. You don’t have to listen to that guy hum his stupid carnival shit all over and there’s not extra set of feet to tap and tap and tap against the floor.

But it’s too quiet, at least, relatively speaking, and you can’t even enjoy it on the feather bed they probably dropped into your cell for whatever poor slob gets thrown in with you.

Instead you’re stuck with a rickety cot you wouldn’t trust your bro’s smokes on, a cold floor, and six inches of sickly yellow light streaming in from the flaps on the door. 

Three cells down you can hear English, mumbling around the fingers that are likely stuck in his mouth again and it almost makes you smile.

Solitary isn’t so bad with a little distraction. You’ll have to thank him later if you get the chance. He’ll probably just smile at you, reach to pat your shoulder before he remembers his wrists are chained to his feet, and tell you that’s just what good ‘chums’ do.

Read More


Filling the Silence, ConvictStuck AU

afractionof:

Did a short thing for the ConvictStuck AU (which you should take a look at if you haven’t already). Credit to the mods, really enjoying it so far. Apologies for how terrible Jake’s dialogue is.

Summary: Jake and Dave have a little chat through the doors in solitary after a fight breaks out.

You can’t say you like the silence because that’d be a lie. You hate it, to be honest and you’re pretty sure the only thing keeping you from going off the deep end like English is that you don’t like the taste of your own blood. You don’t like the taste of anyone else’s either and with that stupid clown around, that’s saying something.

He’s not here anymore though and the last two days have alternated between being heaven and hell. It’s a pretty good mix, you’ll take it. You’ve finally got the top bunk, brand spakin’ new mattress and all. You don’t have to listen to that guy hum his stupid carnival shit all over and there’s not extra set of feet to tap and tap and tap against the floor.

But it’s too quiet, at least, relatively speaking, and you can’t even enjoy it on the feather bed they probably dropped into your cell for whatever poor slob gets thrown in with you.

Instead you’re stuck with a rickety cot you wouldn’t trust your bro’s smokes on, a cold floor, and six inches of sickly yellow light streaming in from the flaps on the door. 

Three cells down you can hear English, mumbling around the fingers that are likely stuck in his mouth again and it almost makes you smile.

Solitary isn’t so bad with a little distraction. You’ll have to thank him later if you get the chance. He’ll probably just smile at you, reach to pat your shoulder before he remembers his wrists are chained to his feet, and tell you that’s just what good ‘chums’ do.

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cakethecat2:

Reblog if you post alot of:

  • Homestuck
  • Homestuck
  • Homestuck
  • Hometuck
  • Homestuck
  1. H
  2. O
  3. M
  4. E
  5. S
  6. T
  7. U
  8. C
  9. K

and maybe some

  • homestuck

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transphobia is fucking sick

I just showed my mum a magazine article entitled ‘ex-con tranny’ and she couldn’t see anything wrong with the headline, then she said that I couldn’t expect her to understand why I (a trans guy) was offended and sickened by it. Thanks mum.


rniq:

lyingturtle answered: *sqcreams into the distance* Dave and Dirk

they’ve mastered the art of keeping shades on while taking their shirts off apparently

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