The Heterosexual Shipper

Ugh.

Forgive me for my whinging, but this update seems like a deathblow to my favorite ship. I’m pretty sure Hussie is just trying to discourage people at this point, he’s declared it sunk enough already. 

t1mco:

a wild otp appears
Hmmm the colors on John are kind of a mistake but oh well. dunno what I was aiming with this aside from fluffy feeeeeelings.

t1mco:

a wild otp appears

Hmmm the colors on John are kind of a mistake but oh well. dunno what I was aiming with this aside from fluffy feeeeeelings.

bored so actually drew my shipping chart for once
id be willing to explain any of them

bored so actually drew my shipping chart for once

id be willing to explain any of them

saysomethingchiu:

So like, You know the tarot card thing in the new seer pack For the kickstarter, And how hussie said something about how each card picture was related to the card meaning? Well, the one card with john And rose was “the star” so I went looking up For it And I found this:

We must be patient. Our time in the sun will come. Our mountain of feels will prevail.

John and the Big Black Dildo

▼: hye
▼: hey*
▲: uh, hi ms. lalonde!
▲: what are you doing in my house?

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Heir of Prospit (Part 1)

chokopoppo:

Your name is ROSE LALONDE and you just saw a meteor hit the dustbowl two miles out from your research lab. You are basically freaking the fuck out about this. Your coworkers (who consist of your MOM and your friend Jade Harley) are also freaking the fuck out, but less because of the crash and more because you are freaking the fuck out and freaking the fuck out is one of those super contagious things, like bird flu or gossiping.

You shriek at Jade to grab her camera. You shriek at your mom to get the keys. You shriek a little bit to yourself to put a coat on, because hey, it gets cold at night. With a fleece Land’s End jacket and knit hat shoved onto your body, you scramble your ass into the passenger seat of your mother’s car. Jade bounces into the back seat right behind you, and the pedal hits the metal before her door fully shuts. No one buckles their seatbelt – who would? – but there’s a lot of yelling going on, mostly you yelling excited noises and jerking out your battered copy of the Grimoire, flipping to the pages containing sacred days on the calendar.

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spacestepmom:


I was asked for a rebloggable version
cough

spacestepmom:

I was asked for a rebloggable version

cough

mookie000:

Rose has on Doll leg stockings!

originally-kay:

I’ve always found the wind comforting. I’ve enjoyed having a gentle breeze press against my face, as if it could blow my worries away. When I was younger, I dreamed the wind was a sort of spirit, then wrapped around me and embraced me. These always made my troubles seem less disastrous.