Man what happened to all the good homestuck porn blogs.

I am in desperate need to see Mituna smut.

Okay I define racism as discrimination based on race, but, mother of fuck, no, “racism” (it’s rarely even actual discrimination and usually just someone pissing their pants about a “white girl” post) against white people is NOT just as bad as the fucking systematic oppression of PoC you ignorant fucks.

And the ones saying this shit are always white apologist “I’M SO BAD ASS I’M NOT POLITICAL CORRECT LOL RAPE JOKE” wannabe-troll dipshits. Usually male!

When was the last time the police broke into your home and shot your fucking children for no reason? I don’t recall a single fucking story of white children being killed by the police “on suspicion”.

Dominic Deegan… is over? Already? It’s that late in the month already?

sobs now what will I do for ten seconds every day

I’ve followed Dominic Deegan faithfully ever since I discovered it in 2005. This was the exact page I found on the front page that day, and was made curious by the undead-looking guy. So I went to the first page and started reading it until I caught up, and have been reading it ever since. Amazing how the years fly by, isn’t it? Of course, I’m sure Mookie has more feelings about this than I do.

But it has to end sometime. A person can’t draw the same things forever. A story can’t go on forever; eventually, troubles fade away and your characters get to live a peaceful life on their own. Everyone and everything ends eventually.

> Comparing George W Bush to Hitler

> Comparing Obama to Hitler

> Comparing anyone to Hitler

taurostoreador:

theyadda:

damegreywulf:

nekofluffybutt:

damegreywulf:

http://fyuvix.deviantart.com/art/Stamp-Depression-263216416

> Depression is just an excuse not to solve the real problem.

> you control the brain, and the brain doesn’t control you

> “real condition,”

> “depression,”

> don’t be nasty, people, seriously. It’s nothing to get huffy over, :-/

Oh I don’t know maybe because it nearly drove me to the brink of self-destruction. Not one thing that anyone or myself could have prevented or helped. I actually had to let it ebb away on it’s own. 

I finally decided to make this stamp because I get a lot of people saying they’re depressed, but few people who are making a stand to try to change the fact. Realizing that you control the brain, and the brain doesn’t control you is what makes the difference.

You talk about it like this is some fucking phase. It’s not a fucking phase. It’s actually your brain doing some really fucked up shit to you. There is no on and off switch. THERE IS NO ON AND OFF SWITCH.

Depression is the real problem.

YOU KNEW what you were going into. Don’t you fucking try to push it aside like it’s a teeny and small issue. Depression wrecks people. Turns them into empty and hollow shells of who they once were. If that doesn’t qualify as a real condition that needs serious and urgent medical attention and possibility of drugs to help you get some footing back into your life, I don’t know what does.

DEPRESSION IS What PREVENTS YOU FROM GETTING THE FUCKING CHANGE YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT. It’s not sadness, it’s a lot more complicated than that. the fucking change you are talking about leaves someday or you actually someone to help you. The drugs are meant to HELP you not be the fucking cure. 

(i’ve wanted to use this in forever.)

QFT, MOTHERFUCKERS.

FUCKING HELL.

THIS.

THIS A THOUSAND TIMES OVER.

Emi and depression:

I was clinically diagnosed in the seventh grade. Sure, some of it was because I was bullied in school and because I didn’t really have any friends, but a big part of it was also chemical. Depression prevented me from feeling any sort of sensation. I had one mood which was gloomy. I couldn’t even cry or laugh because I was completely numb inside.

I was given treatment for it, a combination of both therapy and medications, without that I would literally have wasted my life away or had a break down and probably kill myself.

It isn’t a magic pill that erases all of you problems. It messes with the chemicals in your brain and thus needs to be closely monitored, but that’s just like any other medicine for any other illness. For five years I’ve had to repeatedly modify my dosage and see appropriate consoling.

How it taking medicine for your heart of your stomach any different than taking medicine for you brain? It isn’t. We need to start treating depression like a clinical illness and stop pretending it’s a phase that teenagers go through when their boyfriend breaks up with them or they can’t go to prom.

I have seen elderly people with it, I have seen small, young children with it and it breaks my heart because these kids are in the hospital with sounding so horrible, and society doesn’t even acknowledge their illness.

They did nothing wrong, their parents did nothing wrong. It’s a sickness.