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frickfractals:

He’s very talented. He’s charming.He mirrors everyone. And actually, the original story had a lot to do with mirrors, and in many iterations of the story we’d talk about mirrors and we’d bring them up and so I held on a little to that.

And he’s goofy with [Anna], he’s a little more bold and aggressive with the Duke, ‘cause the Duke’s a jerk so he’s a jerk back, and then, with Elsa he’s a hero. 

What Hans is is a mirror, charming, but hollower, sociopathic. [Anna’s] so lonely, that it’s like she’s falling in love with her reflection in the pond. (x)

It’s important to note that in the original story the main “antagonist” (or really the thing that fucked shit up) was an evil mirror that froze people’s hearts

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•-fangirl challenge→ [1/7] heartbreaking scenes/moments   ★ tiny tina accepts roland's death

"Say not in grief: ‘He is no more.’ But live in thankfulness that he was..”

•-fangirl challenge→ [1/7] heartbreaking scenes/moments
tiny tina accepts roland's death
"Say not in grief: ‘He is no more.’ But live in thankfulness that he was..”

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tgrade5:

Finn Jones and Will Tudor, in “Game of Thrones”.

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hurpthederp:

manga-maniac:

Anyone think this “Angel Cherub”…..
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Looks like these “Angels” from Eridan’s land…..image

I’m not the only one that see’s this right????

alot of stuff is pointing to eridan and it makes me nervous

"The Land of Wrath and Angels (LOWAA) is Eridan Ampora’s planet in the Medium… It was populated by Angels, which are dissimilar to the Earth idea of an angel; instead, they are large, limbless dragon-like beings with avian wings… Sollux previously gave a shorter, though less accurate description: "2ome terriible mythiical [demons] wiith the2e awful feathery wiing2". The Angels were supposed to serve some sort of game purpose. Instead they turned hostile to the trolls after Eridan attacked them, causing everyone else to avoid the planet. Over time, the Angels were wiped out in Eridan’s genocidal rage. Eridan believes that the angels’ prophecy about the "Lord of Angels" was referring to Jack Noir. Sollux mentions that "paradox 2pace u2e2 [angels] two u2her iin the end", though since this was based only on Alternian mythology it may not be true."

- Homestuck LoWaA page

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karkinophile:

/liesonfloor

karkinophile:

/liesonfloor

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busket:

binart:

jesus christ
dirk is just all shoulders isn’t he
that dude is BUFF

AND PEOPLE THOUGHT JAKE WAS THE BUFF ONE

busket:

binart:

jesus christ

dirk is just all shoulders isn’t he

that dude is BUFF

AND PEOPLE THOUGHT JAKE WAS THE BUFF ONE

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gallifreyantimelady:

lalondes:

can’t wait until there’s a homestuck movie and the film critics on the christian right have to put up with twelve pansexual main characters, gay and lesbian interspecies relationships, an undead lesbian vampire hacking a fish alien in half with a chainsaw, and a creation myth which revolves around children ascending to godhood and forging new universes out of frogs

i think i understand homestuck now

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rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)
The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.
A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.
The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.
The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.
Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.
“Let’s do this.”

rizaoftheowls:

derinthemadscientist:

mandypatinkins:

I want people who don’t read homestuck to theorize what is going on in this panel 1 2 3 go

I’m just behind a handful of updates and even I have no idea

The Lollipop Guild is trying to convert a cool punk to their terrifying, fixed-grin, eternal-sugar-high Happiness Is Mandatory totalitarian culture. He’s not buying it. (He’s actin’ all tough, but they are prepared to stick a brain-sucking foodstuff into his hair whether he wants it or not. This could come to blows.)

The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper watches with interest. He supposes he wants the punk fellow to win, but he is simply here to carry the losers away to Teenage Hell when the inevitable violence ensues. His robot sidekick, who has had too many Red Bulls possibly laced with crack, is trying to get him to bet cash (or drugs) on the outcome. The Cool Teenage Grim Reaper is silent, and abstains.

A small black parasitic demonchild has attached himself to the Lollipop Guild’s contingent, content to observe with childlike ignorance and to feed on the invisible despair that leaks like thick tar from the candy-colored crew. They ignore its presence and do not shoo him; it consumes sadness and they are well-taught that Sadness Spoils the Fun.

The ghosts of the cool punk’s fallen hipster friends float above, appearing to him in his time of need. He does not know if they are real, like Jedi force ghosts from beyond, or if they are only the hallucinations of his desperate mind as he faces the ultimate foe of his Keepin’ It Real. His angry friend, still bearing the cracked horn and wounds of his violent passing, hisses, “Get ‘em.” His sweetest friend, the motherly one, who cared for him and who he loved like a sister, whispers comfortingly, “You can do it.” His best bro? His best bro who died covering the cool punk’s escape, whose 3D glasses are whole again in his apparition of death? He hangs back, silent, his intense bi-colored gaze solemnly upon his last living friend. I saved you for this, his eyes seem to say. Make me proud, dude.

The cool punk flexes in his shoes, pumped up kicks that were a boon from the Cool Teenage Grim Reaper long ago, at the start of his quest, kicks that will allow him to run fast and fleet to escape the cold talons of mortality. Maybe, just maybe, they will allow him to outmaneuver the sugar-rush speedforce of the trio before him.

Each one’s stiff rictus widens another stretched millimeter as they see the defiance burning behind his cool shades.

“Let’s do this.”

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