Mostly Canon, Some Crack

Iris|15|she/her/hers Hello! My main fandoms are Homestuck and Soul Eater, but I post a lot of other things too. I tag everything, so blacklist whatever you want.

(Source: rubyredwisp)



I miss my dash being like 95% homestuck










Hercules is THE DEFINITION of a gentleman. Her dress strap slips down and HE PUTS IT BACK UP because he’s like “No, she’s a lady, she deserves my respect. Control yourself. Leave, just leave.”

Imagine if all guys/girls had that much respect for people they were attracted to…the world would be a lot better and safer, I can tell you that.

Also have to remember he’s never had a girl actually hit on him before.


if zeus took the wheel this would have ended much differently


(Source: tooshas)





I have no doubt in my mind that this happened. There’s no way Dad Crocker would pass up a father son bakeoff, even if he had to disguise Jane as a boy.

…Suddenly, inspiration…


Every year after, the two traveled across the country, looking for different father/son bake-offs they could participate in. Surprisingly enough, there were quite a few father/son bake-offs, though there was a startling lack of father/daughter bake-offs. Mr. Crocker didn’t let that stop him, though. He would give his little girl every opportunity to do everything a child could possibly do. He would be both her father and her mother. He would become the ultimate Dad.

Years later, when Jane and her father attempted to enter another father/son bake-off, they were immediately rejected due to a few of the more… noticable parts of Jane being female that had developed. Mr. Crocker was devastated. The bonding that he had done with his daughter for all those years during those bake-offs had been taken away by time. His little girl had grown into a young woman. For now, it was just the father/son bake-offs that had been taken away from him, but what next? Would it be the time they spent simply talking about their lives? Or the evenings spent together, creating new recipes by the glow of the warm stove as the two became caked in flour? Would they start to drift apart? Would she leave him altogether?

These thoughts chased themselves around Mr. Crocker’s mind, sending it spiraling downwards as new misgivings popped up. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car, pausing for almost a minute before removing the keys from the ignition. He slowly got out of the car and walked inside the house, the what-ifs weighing down his mind and body.

Jane followed her father worriedly. This had been the first year that they had been rejected from a father/son bake-off, and it was all her fault. So stupid! Why did she have to be born a girl? If she hadn’t been born a girl, she could still go to those fun bake-offs with her dad! And now she’d made her dad sad and disappointed in her. Jane scurried up the stairs to her bedroom as her father went to his study, a slight slump in his normally perfect posture. How could she possibly make her father feel better? Jane paced the room, mimicking the various detectives she’d seen in her movies in hopes that it would help her solve her problem. In her focus, though, she failed to notice that she was headed straight for her baking chest, which she had left open when she’d left her house posthaste to get to the bake-off on time. She yelped softly as her short legs collided with the chest and sent her tumbling into it. Fortunately, the various pointy objects she had stored within were buried under a fine layer of trench coats and fedoras she had received from her last birthday. Unfortunately, however, her momentum sent the lid of the chest banging against the wall and down over her head, trapping her within.

Mr. Crocker’s bemoaning of the future was interrupted by a loud clattering coming from his daughter’s room. Quick as a flash, he was up the stairs knocking on her door, worried that this might be another assassination attempt. When there was no response but more clattering, he wrenched open the door and looked around the room fretfully. No cracked windows, no broken locks, no gaping holes in the wall… good signs. But where was his little girl? A loud banging coming from the baking chest in her room drew his attention. With a small sigh of exasperation, Mr. Crocker crossed the room and opened the brilliant red box. A small ball of fabric popped out and clung to his neck as he bent down to look over the box. Startled, Mr. Crocker stumbled back, but stood his ground as her realized what the small bundle was. A small head poked out of the top wearing a familiar well-worn fedora. The glasses covering the teary eyes of the little girl were askew, similar to the mustache she wore. She was practically swimming in the trench coat she was wearing. She hiccuped slightly before burying her face into her father’s neck.

"I-I’m sorry I’m not a boy, Dad. I’m sorry I h-had to grow up and get these girl parts. If I was a boy, we w-would’ve been able to go to that bake-off and you wouldn’t be so s-sad. I-Is there anything I can do to make it better?" she whimpered, her little shoulders shaking as she hung onto her father for dear life. Mr. Crocker’s eyes widened in astonishment at how caring his little girl was before he returned her hug, patting her back softly.

"Jane, my darling, I don’t care whether you’re a boy or a girl. I don’t care whether you’re my little girl or as old as your prankster of a grandfather. You’re simply Jane, my beloved child, and I will always be love and be proud of you, no matter what." And as he spoke these words to comfort his precious daughter, he knew them to be true. No matter how much time would pass, no matter how many things would change, Jane would still be his little girl. One day, she would grow up, meet a pleasant young gentleman, and take over Crocker Corp., and there was nothing he could do to change that. What he could do, though, was cherish the time he had with his little girl while she still was his little girl.

Mr. Crocker gently unwrapped the small fingers that were entwined around his neck, easing the little girl into the crook of his arm. “Don’t you worry about that silly little bake-off. We should probably give the other couples at least some fighting chance, don’t you think?” he asked, tapping his daughter’s little nose. She giggled gleefully at this, her tears long gone as the random mood swings of childhood kicked in. “Our only real competition lives in this house. I have an idea. We can have our own little bake-off, right here in our very own home, winner gets to choose what we have for dinner tonight. How does that sound, Jane?” Jane nodded happily before squirming to be put down. She took off, stumbling over her much-too-big trench coat as she ran out of her room.

"Last one there’s a rotten cupcake!" she called out from the hallway.

"Careful of those stairs!" Mr. Crocker called back as he heard a small crashing coming from outside his door.

"I’m okay!" With a small chuckle, Mr. Crocker glanced around his daughter’s room one last time before leaving to spend some time with his beloved daughter. Just how long would it look like this, so adorable, so childish, so uniquely Jane? Only God knew. But he wouldn’t waste his time wondering about it. He had some baking to do.

This is so cuuuuuuuuuute. I’m really flattered that my comic was able to inspire you to write this little story. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring a tear to my eye.

Thank you! It was just kinda a little thing that occurred to me that I wanted to share, and I’m glad you liked reading it! Your comic is just absolutely adorable, and very witty, I just had to make something as a reply of sorts!

(Source: 3starjammies)


Whenever you’re sad take ten minutes and talk to yourself like you’re Black*Star.

Your self esteem gets instantly better.


You know why I love AUs? Because the whole point of them is that everything is changed, and yet these two people are still going to meet and fall in love- that they’re so set in stone and so meant to be that you can change literally everything in a hundred universes and they’ll fall in love over and over again. 

hermione + text posts

(Source: ohgryffindors)


a friendly artist tip: once you have no a clearest idea what to draw, genderbend some of your otps, it’s always so much funnnn, at least for me

anyway, for some reason while drawing girl!Ed I kind of came up with this headcanon in which she’s quite \flat\ and it’s her insecurity. (all because I wasn’t entirely sure the girl would be that mad about someone calling her a shortie and therefore why not let the girl have small breasts eheh)

And as for dude!Winry I wasn’t really sure what is the way he’d be mad *like girl!Winry going completely crazy because of broken auto-mail and punching Ed with all the possible stuff*, therefore I thought guy!Winry would be that guy who gets sort of super calm but still terrifying haha

I dunno

I am not even sure anymore what do I ship more the original or this help


””i hate olivier armstrong she’d be a terrible fuhrer”’

yea but have u

  1. asked urself: ‘if she were a man, would i still think that????’ really think about it. protip: if u answered yes ur probably lying to urself and everyone around u
  2. consider that olivier’s right-hand men are a…


  • you’re the drummer for my brothers band and i find you really hot AU
  • lost in a random small town and you show me around AU
  • accidentally broke into your apartment because i was drunk AU
  • i found your dog wondering the streets so i decided to come and return him AU
  • i…


THIS PROBABLY LOOKS PRETTY BAD because my laptop loves butchering colors apparently :c

what is quality arting

edit : whoops forgot to color their mouths haha

(Source: rockafiller)

And finally we’re the same.

(Source: mihoto)

(Source: gvoot)



If you see someone eating steak and the next time you see them they’re eating an apple, you wouldn’t say, “Oh, so you’re vegan now.”

Well, the same thing applies to bisexual people.

We fell in love in the summer
when the skies were clear,
but I’m still wearing my coat from winter last year.

I need to set my house in order
confess and cover my sins.

I need to make a home for you before inviting you in. (x)

(Source: grrowlithe)