#“dave. dave its almost midnight. DAVE”

[shittypepsispritedaily]

DAY 70

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[goblin-enjoyer]

Me trying to think up who to draw with Tavros (he deserves better and then some) [I AM NEUTRAL TO THE POINT OF ALMOST NOT CARING WITH TAVROS]

vs me trying to think up a character to draw with Dave [I AM LESS NEUTRAL ON DAVE AS I LIKE/THINK ABOUT HIM ALOT MORE THAN TAVROS]

[cyclorose]

[Day 11 - Fazbender Frights]

that's davetrap, not springtrap btw !

DOGTOBER MADE BY @/soapy_dishes & @/dan_vis262 (INSTAGRAM)

[tenaciouschronicler]

April 2 2025 2010

Update thoughts and timeline theories

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what the fuck

Ive made it no secret that I love 180 turns from serious to goofy but having a 180 turn from goofy to tragically serious? Bad.

Lil Cal is awful. Awful to look at and just in general. Ive got a feeling he couldnt help at least sharing some information due to Sburbs influence but Im almost positive just to fuck with Dave he managed to share only the barest minimum. And then just spent the last four months laughing at Dave. Imagine having to deal with that thing for four months.

Rose and Dave are the last remaining two of their timeline. Yeah, this line got cut short due to Gallows' meddling leading to Johns death. I knew something bad was bound to happen but knowing underleveled John died... well that really pulled the rug out from under me. Rose and Dave lost communication with Jade and the trolls, Jade likely falling to the meteor without a server player and the trolls just inexplicably vanishing.

Rose and Dave have tried over the months to progress the game themselves, but even at this stage are having difficulty fighting their Denizens. The only thing Dave can think of is rewinding to before John naively followed Gallows to his death. But even that is not without caution. While I understand Daves perspective, Rose is also valid in her fears of what happens next.

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me? [...]

TT: Will I exist?

TT: Is there a chance it'll continue to exist, and I'll just be here alone forever?

TT: I'm not sure which outcome is more unsettling.

We got a taste of timeline shenanigans back in the intermission and while it was played for laughs, we can now see the greater implication of altering it. Its such the norm for the Felt and Midnight Crew that Slick and Droog debate Stitch's death where Droog counts it invalid because the main timelines Stitch is still alive. So does that mean Rose is likely so be alive and alone until she dies? Regardless of if she can reach her past self or not?

Think of this doomed timeline as being the timeline where Slick is dead. We dont know if the Felt exist here, though its implied because there is no town, but it is still a timeline that exists. Just because the Felt and MC dont exist there doesnt mean the timeline itself doesnt. It continues regardless of if You think it does or not. Now the difference is the intermission timelines are parallel, showing an outcome that branched at Slick dying or living. Where as here, Dave is rewinding to a previous point on the same timeline, so that does add a different variable. Plus Dave hypothesizes 'our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think /so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen'. Which, for simplifications sake, would make the dream realm another timeline.

So. We dont have the full grasp of how dream selves work just yet but with this info it seems like they are similar but seperate from the physical self. One could potentially exist without the other, if Rose manages to persist after the timeline wipe, but there is importance placed on having the dream self 'awaken' and both existing. Perhaps thats how the time loops the Exiles go though become affected? Because the exiles are existing at the same 'time' on the 'same' locations as the kids (ie. Earth and Prospit) just at different points of each respective story (ie past and future).... and now that Ive written that down I feel like Ive just come closer to solving a riddle.

Introspection aside (and added to the list of things to write about), we get the final tidbit that Rose and Dave are indeed on the same planet and that Dave is already awake, just unaware. With a final farewell tinged with apprehension, fear and love, Dave Rewinds.

[homestuckreplay]

In Another Timeline, I Found A Good Title For This Post

(page 1196-1219; timeline theories)

The pacing of this intermission is kind of unbelievable – double digit pages for the past five days in a row. With that, all four members of the Midnight Crew have been introduced, so I’ve put together this quick table showing some of the patterns we’ve seen so far. About 75% of the time I spent making this was researching hat styles.

Page 1211 was the moment I really bought into this intermission. Up til now it’s been fun, but I have been missing the beta kids. But ‘You're gonna jump to a timeline where he's dead’ has really grabbed me, because this is new – as far as we know, Acts 1-3 took place in a single timeline, where loops are closed and everything’s stable. Now, the possibilities are anything. Calling it now that we’ll learn in Act 4 that a critical earlier event actually happened in a different timeline to everything else.

Also the two of spades turning into Slick’s licorice scottie dogs between panels is a really good bit. It ALMOST makes up for the ‘jack king off’ joke on page 1197, which is probably the worst joke in Homestuck so far.

This page is another highlight! Slick literally did build this town, and it looks totally different from the green-tinged complex architecture of now. I guess this is the flaw in Die’s powers – he can travel to a timeline where somebody is dead, but he can’t choose which one. He’s equally likely to get a timeline where Slick died today as one where Slick died before ever building the town. And maybe more importantly… this page looks kind of like a color switched version of page 248, another wasteland with a city in the distance (although this new one has other planets circling overhead).

So, most likely, Spades Slick and Jack Noir are versions of the same character from different timelines, and that’s why they’re not aware of each other. In the HS timeline, the character becomes a prominent agent of the dark kingdom, while in the MC timeline, he becomes an underground criminal/architect/construction worker on a planet that probably isn’t Earth, and might not even be in the Incipisphere. A city planner would fit right in with WV, PM and AR’s civic infrastructure theme. So the question is, what determines if a NPC leaves the game and returns to the outside universe? And does this mean Jack Noir could also leave, go to Earth, and be the future character who starts off in Dave’s location and flies to join the other three?

It does seem significant that on what’s apparently an alien planet, there is so much human paraphernalia. As well as the Crosbytop and Foxworthy photo, Deuce has a Stretch Armstrong doll. Surely this planet has its own celebrities to draw from. Alchemy still seems likely – Dave definitely has the components in this house to alchemize this doll. And there is a strong suggestion that appearification and sendification could work between planets or into/out of the Incipisphere – page 733 gives a good look at the screen on WV’s appearifier, which could be adjusted to the Incipisphere with the right key. That key isn’t Slick’s spade key, but someone has it. Maybe Snowman or Lord English or Diamonds Droog (who seems a fair bit more competent than Slick). And obviously we know there’s lots of Skaian technology on Earth, but it’s now possible there could be items from this other alien planet, too. Say, rocket boards.

And as a final red string theory (‘Red Strings’ title of DD’s magazine??), Boxcars hypothesizes that ‘you've got to alter the flow of time itself’ to open the Felt’s safe (p.1218). This is a story where one specific time of day has been really important, and has come up over and over again, and now there’s a whole mansion and group of previously unknown characters whose whole deal is controlling and changing time – among other things, these people can decide when it is 4:13 and when it isn’t. Clock faces are the same on this planet as they are on Earth, and the current time is 12:13pm – also the time on Jade’s island at the start of Act 3, for what it’s worth – and Boxcars’ plan to blow up this very important clock feels significant when we know that some places are outside the flow of time of the universe, AND there’s multiple timelines here, which could potentially converge if time is otherwise stopped.

I’m out here getting my head all tangled over this timeline stuff, but the Midnight Crew are not at all. Droog, especially, has this ‘just another day at the office’ familiarity with time travel. He and his crew don’t engage in it at all, but they know what’s up, and it’s no different to knowing what type of disguise or getaway car a rival gang uses. What a fucking idiot, they’ve totally given themself away with this ‘punching me from the future’ move yet again. This moment on page 1203 looks like a stable loop, even if nothing else is – Deuce has arrived after being radioed for backup, and Droog’s trail leads up the stairs, where we know he went after being punched.

Droog and Deuce are both great characters. Droog is like the second in command who’s actually way more competent than the leader. He has clear parallels with Dad Egbert, sort of Dad’s dark mirror, with the same attention to suits and to backup versions of his clothes. Dad also has multiple backup hats, although some are in different styles (p.72), multiple backup pipes, and lots of identical shoes and ties (p.948). We haven’t actually seen a DD analog on the ominous planet – only SS (p.953) and HB (p.957) – so either Dad is going to meet this DD analog, befriend him and be sheltered by him now that he’s escaped prison, OR (more compelling), he’s going to disguise himself as an ominous citizen and BECOME the DD analog in the HS timeline.

As for CD, I just think he’s neat. I love that he’s wearing two hats and one of them is a bomb.

[thewertsearch]

[ there was more to this ask, but some was spoilers 😆 - C ]

Ooh, that is a fun challenge! I might make this a bigger Title post, actually, because it's been a good while since we've had one of those.

...alright, I just finished, and this one kind of got away from me. I hope it's ok that I sort of hijacked your post to talk about Aspects as a whole - but rest assured, I did answer the original question. Let's get into it!

Unfortunately, it might be kind of difficult to make Class guesses. My theory is that they're Sburb's take on RPG party roles - and for obvious reasons, we haven't seen how any of the non-Player characters would fit into a Sburb party. A full analysis of the hypothetical Midnight Crew, Exile and Guardian sessions would be fun, but it's a little out of scope for this question.

Personality certainly seems to be a factor. I don't think it's a coincidence, for example, that the Seers are the most inquisitive members of their respective parties. Dave and Karkat both hide their true emotions behind a persona - but then again, so do Feferi and Jade, two happy-go-lucky Witches with incredibly dark backstories. Dave may be the worst offender, but half the cast is hiding behind some sort of facade.

John, for his part, doesn't seem to have anything in common with Equius - at least, nothing I can see. I might dig a little deeper for human/troll Class parallels once we've seen more of Equius and Feferi, but our sample sizes are so small that it's going to be hard to tell which shared traits are intentional.

Anyway, none of the other classes feature a pair of Players that I could toss into a Venn diagram, so we're at a bit of a dead end.

I suppose I could approach this from another angle, and try to extrapolate a Class from each character's life circumstances - for example, by speculating that Grandpa's inheritance of the Betty Crocker brand makes him a potential Heir - but that's clearly not an accurate method, given that literal heiress Feferi is a Witch.

See, Classes are a tough nut to crack! The main issue here is that the comic has given us very little to work with - it's been tight-lipped on Titles in general, and there's been almost no exposition on Classes specifically.

It might be easier just to try and assign Aspects to each of the non-Players - so that's what I'm going to do. I'll also take the opportunity to put forward my best guess for what each Aspect means.

Without further ado:

Time means time.

This one seems extremely straightforward. Not all the Aspects are quite so literal - Breath, for example, seems more closely related to wind than the body function it's named after - but Time is about engaging directly with its namesake. It may have other meanings as well, but we haven't seen any yet.

If you wield Time, then you're the session's designated time traveler - which is a lot less cool than it sounds, because it means you're on Doomed Timeline cleanup duty. Enjoy the corpse disposal!

Both of the comic's Time Players have fashioned their own personal time machines out of musical instruments. Music seems to have some connection to Time - which makes sense, since it's an art form of pitch, rhythm and beat. Music is time.

We can also talk for a second about Dave's Quest. As we'll see, each Land Quest seems to directly concern the Player's Aspect. Dave's Quest is to...

...um.

Well, one of these is Dave's Quest. The LOHACse is the only one of the two which is directly related to Time, but I've speculated that Dave's sword-in-the-stone quest will involve him rewinding Caledfwlch to an earlier point in its timeline. Plus, the Caledfwlch quest also speaks to Dave's Class as a Knight, so I think it's the real one.

For the sake of completeness, let's also talk about the Time Lands. Each Land always seems to feature one trait which either directly or obliquely references its Player's Aspect. LOHAC is self-explanatory, but Aradia's Land of Quartz and Melody is an interesting case, as its 'Aspect trait' could be either of its two descriptors. Quartz could reference the quartz in a modern clock, and Melody could reference the musical connection I mentioned above.

I can't think of any non-Players with particularly strong ties to Time - aside from the Felt and Lord English, who we know very little about. Let's say they're all Time Players, and English rules over them as a Prince of Time. As a mob boss and destroyer of worlds, he undoubtedly shares some of Eridan's megalomania.

Space... well, we actually don't have much for Space. We haven't seen Jade or Kanaya do anything with their Aspect, nor do we know anything about their Quests.

We do know that both Space Lands contain the Forge, so maybe there's something to that. Presumably it's going to forge something, and I think it's probably where you're supposed to create the universe. If your task is literally to create Space, it makes sense that a Space Player would take point - but that begs the question of what would happen in a session without a Space Player.

Maybe the game prefers a Space Forge, but it can spawn on another Land in lieu of one - or maybe Space is the 'default' Aspect, and it's actually mandatory in every session.

As far as Space's symbolism is concerned, my assumption is that it's as straightforward as Time, but we'll need to see more.

While I'm here, I guess I should dip my toe into this hot mess.

Yes, LOFAF's Space Word does appear to be Frogs. Yes, that does imply that Kanaya's was also Frogs, or something equally mysterious. No, I do not know what this could possibly mean.

These frogs are apparently heralds for their god, Bilious Slick, whose shadow has been looming over the comic for months now. I guess their appearance on the Space Lands implies that Slick is Space themed, which is at least consistent with my theory that he's the final obstacle between the Players and their universe.

Moving on, because I give up.

(Oh, and if anyone's a Space Player, it's Bec. You could also make an argument for Mom Lalonde, since her home was fitted with an observatory, but that's very tenuous. We don't know much about Space, so I don't know how else to tie a character to the Aspect.)

There's a lot going on with Light.

All Quests so far have had ties to the Player's Aspect, so whatever Jaspers thinks he's talking about here should have something to do with Light.

Jaspers... seems to be talking about different ways to represent information, and instructing Rose to find a particular DNA sequence. (I have to assume this isn't the MEOW sequence, because I don't think Sburb wants Rose to fill LOLAR's oceans with First Guardians.) So, it sort of looks like Light is information, doesn't it?

Well... maybe. See, things are are complicated by the fact that Dave's Quest above was also Knight-themed, so this spiel from Jaspers could be partially Seer-themed. How can we tell which is the Seer stuff, and which is the Light?

Recently, Rose said this, seemingly confirming that her Title is about information ('knowing shit'), and also implying that the 'knowing' is a Seer thing.

This allow us to compare her to Terezi, the other Seer. As we'll see below, she specializes in discerning people's personalities and motivations - literally, seeing into their minds - so it sounds like being a Seer is about perceiving or 'seeing' things that relate to your Aspect.

Rose, the Seer of Light, should therefore have an advanced perception of Light - but just what is Light? What can Rose see?

Well, she says she can see 'the big picture'.

I think Rose's powers allow her to zoom out, understand the broad strokes of a situation, and see how it all ties together - and I think that is the essence of Light.

Dave wonders how he's going to navigate the Furthest Ring's twisted-up space, so she scans the overall situation with her Light powers, and vaguely understands that it won't be a problem. Dave will be able to play his part.

However, if he asked why, exactly, it won't be a problem, or how he's going to do it, she'd be stumped. That's not her department.

I think I sort of understand what Light means now, but I can't think of a succinct way to describe it. The zooming-out Aspect, maybe? The everything-is-connected Aspect? The don't-sweat-the-details Aspect?

Guys, I think I'm starting to understand Homestuck!

Ah, shit.

Yeah, I don't know how Vriska or her powers slot into this interpretation. As the Thief of Light, I guess she'd be stealing... the bigger picture... from other people? And that lets her take their luck, somehow?

I guess when you give yourself 'good luck', you are sort of improving your situation in the general sense, rather than the specific. You don't know the details of how your luck will manifest, but you don't really need to - all you need to know is that it'll be good for you.

I don't know. This is getting messy, and more than a little abstract. I'm sure Vriska will be doing a lot of luck-stealing, so we'll hopefully learn more as we go.

At least the Land of Maps and Treasure fits Light-as-the-big-picture. A map is, literally, a big picture.

A flurry of disquieting happenstance is related to the ADORED SOVEREIGN. With no other options, her counsel is all that is left to be sought. Abdication is never ideal. But in the face of inevitable conquest, conceding ground can supply the only remaining advantage.

WQ, then, seems like a good fit for a Light Player. After listening to PM's full report, she seems to understand how the pieces fit together.

The Queen knows that Jack wants her dead, and clearly understands how dangerous a Player item can be, in the wrong hands. She doesn't know what's in the package, or what Jack will do with it - but she doesn't need to. She can see the writing on the wall, so she retreats.

I did a bit of Breath research for this post, and landed on the above quote. I think Breath is about direction and destination.

TT: John? TT: Are you there? -- tentacleTherapist [TT] is now an idle chum! -- EB: hey, yeah i'm here! EB: and not dead i think. TT: I know. TT: I've been watching you scramble through the house like a lunatic. TT: You should have answered me sooner.

John's a meandering kind of guy. He's wandered haphazardly around the session for three thousand pages, but he always seems to reach his goal. Despite not knowing where to go, he always seems to be where he needs to be.

John's Quest as the Heir of Breath has been explained in detail. He needs to unclog the pipes of LOWAS and defeat Typheus, freeing his Land's fireflies from their cloudy prison. In essence, John's Quest is to give these bugs a new direction, allowing them their full axis of movement once again.

There might also be some Heir stuff in this Quest, but its ultimate goal seems to align pretty well with that Breeze quote above, so I'm willing to accept it as Breath evidence.

AG: Have you ever tried to fly? I 8et you haven't! AG: How a8out we take to the skies, Pupa! AG: Hahahaha, oh you like that idea, Pupa? Yes, you do. I can feel it in your simple, mallea8le 8rain. AG: You want to fly so 8ad!

Breath might also have something to do with agency - or at least, the ability to choose your own actions. John's freedom-themed Quest isn't the only example of this - Tavros's entire arc is about how Vriska keeps denying him agency, while pretending she's doing the opposite.

(I'm going to avoid comparing Homestuck to other works, because this post is long enough as it is, so you're just going to have to imagine the twelve paragraphs of Deltarune meta that would otherwise be placed here.)

AT: bECAUSE THE ONLY TIME i EVER HAD FUN PLAYING THIS GAME WAS WHEN i WAS ASLEEP,

Tavros just wanted to do his own thing. He wanted to ignore the game and float around Prospit, away from everyone's expectations - but he was denied this opportunity, again and again. It's no wonder that he's on a bit of a high right now, after being granted the freedom of his new robo-legs.

As for potential Breath Players - well, CD reminds me of John a little, but he seems a lot more likely to stay on task. I don't know what Aspect he'd be assigned.

Now - we're onto the Aspects we've only seen in trolls. We don't have as much for most of these, since we haven't seen any troll Quests, nor any Aspect powers sans Vriska and Terezi.

Terezi, the Seer of Mind, deals in personality - or maybe, more generally, vibes.

CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL. [...] GC: [...] 1 DO NOT G3T 4 GOOD F33L1NG FROM H1M! GC: H3 K1ND OF CG: STINKS? [...] GC: W3LL GC: SORT OF GC: H3 DO3SNT SM3LL B4D 4CTU4LLY GC: H3 SM3LLS R34LLY CL34N 4ND SH1NY 4ND D4RK D4RK D444RK L1K3 4N O1L SL1CK 4ND TH3R3 1S 4 T1NY H1NT OF L1COR1C3 TH3R3 TOO GC: 1TS MOR3 L1K3 GC: TH3 W4Y H3 MOV3S GC: 1 SM3LL H1S SMOOTH MOT1ONS 4ND TH3 W4Y H3 SQU1NTS H1S 3Y3S 4ND 1T G1V3S M3 TH1S R34LLY N3RVOUS F33L1NG

When she smells someone, her Mind-enhanced perception doesn't just tell her what they look like - it also seems to communicate that person's essence. Terezi can see the idea of Jack Noir, here. She's smelling what it feels like to be inside his head.

GC: TH3 D4Y 1T H4PP3N3D W4S TH3 F1RST T1M3 1 3V3R H34RD FROM MY LUSUS GC: SH3 WOK3 M3 UP, 4ND 3V3R S1NC3 H4S B33N T34CH1NG M3 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO S33 GC: 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO P3RC31V3 3V3RYTH1NG 1 GU3SS, NOT JUST 1N 4 S3NSORY W4Y

Terezi is also a naturally perceptive person, so it's sometimes unclear whether her reads are due to Seer clairvoyance or her own deductive abilities. As a general rule, I'll only treat her insight as a Mind power if she explicitly refers to her sense of smell as its source, since that's the avenue for her supernatural perception.

GC: T3LL M3 YOUR R34L N4M3!!! >:[ TG: ok lets say its TG: dave why not GC: D4V3! GC: TH4T SM3LLS L1K3 TRUTH GC: 1 W1LL D3C1D3 TO B3L13V3 1T >:] TG: fuck

Therefore, I'm pretty sure her powers do, in fact, allow her to detect lies. Mind, then, might be related to the concept of truth - as in, your Mind is the truth of who you are, stripped of all illusions.

I was initially going to place Droog here, since he seems to be the only Crew member with his head screwed on, but I no longer think Mind is about being rational or analytical.

Blood is the first Aspect I don't really have a guess for. Maybe it's got something to do with genetics - Karkat is a carcinoGeneticist, after all, and a mutant to boot.

Spades Slick is blood brothers with a Knight of Blood, and he's got a lot in common with Karkat, commanding his party with a moderately annoying leadership style. I'll put him here on the strength of those parallels, and I can revisit it when Blood is explained.

We don't know much about Nepeta, so we don't know much about Heart. Shipping is all about drawing them, though, so maybe Heart is about romance - or, more broadly, relationships and connections.

Nepeta's Land of Little Cubes and Tea is a lolcat joke, so it might not conform to the Aspect Word pattern. I guess, since the cubes are sugar cubes, it might be a pun on 'sweetheart'? Who knows.

I'll put Hearts Boxcars here, and not just because of his name. He's the only member of the Midnight Crew with any interest in shipping.

Feferi revived Sollux with a kiss, so Life is probably healing, as it is in many other element systems.

How her Land of Dew and Glass relates to Life is a mystery. While dew can refer to condensation on any surface, it's often used to describe the water droplets which accrete on grass and other flora. That's kind of a connection to a living thing, but feels like a stretch and a half.

Let's also put Nanna here, since she's the only true healer in the cast. I don't know why the other sprites don't use the healing beam.

Our Void Player is in a Land of Caves and Silence - a hole in the earth, and an absence of sound. Void seems to represent negation, or a lack of something.

Also - this might be a reach, but Scratch describes the gaps in his clairvoyance as 'pockets of void', so perhaps Void also has something to do with uncertainty - aka, a lack of information.

Most of the Guardians could go here, really. Bro seems the best fit, since he's constantly hiding from Dave, and completely vanishes for most of the session.

When a timeline is marked for destruction, we say that it's doomed.

Doom seems to represent death, obliteration and entropy. Sollux Entered into the Land of Brains and Fire, and I think it's pretty clear that Fire is the trait which is tapping his Aspect.

Doom may also be the Aspect of prophecy. After all, Sollux is a prophet of Doom - so maybe he's a prophet because of Doom. It could also be related to his nature as a Mage, but Mages haven't been explained, so I can't speculate.

I originally thought that Sollux might be a Seer - but the Seer Class seems to be about gathering information related to a particular Aspect, rather than directly divining the future. Maybe a Seer of Time could see future events, but it's certainly not a default ability of the class.

Grandpa seems to have some ties to Doom. He prophesized Jade's death to her when he told her about her dead Dream Self - plus, he's a hunter, with a house full of corpses. Also, his entire presence in the session is overshadowed by the spectre of his future death. This is probably the Aspect guess I'm most confident in.

I guess there's also Hope, a brand-new Aspect with no lore. Eridan's 'hope' would seem to be expressed in the fact that he constantly hits on people, hoping in vain for a yes. Thankfully, we're not aware of any non-Players like that....

The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."

...but PM is pretty much screaming about hope in her mail monologue, so we'll put her here.

ORDER IN THE COURT. YOU WILL HAVE ORDER IN THIS COURTROOM. IF EVERYONE DOES NOT SETTLE DOWN YOU WILL CLEAR OUT THIS COURTROOM, YOU SWEAR TO GOD.

It's hard to classify the Aimless Renegade. He's all about crime and punishment - which is certainly a Terezi trait, but I don't think it's a Mind trait.

As for Dad, he has a well-established gentlemanly personality, but I don't know what Aspect is the most 'gentlemanly'.

I could try and classify more obscure characters like FedoraFreak, the Pen-pal, Jaspersprite or the Hussie self-insert, but I'll tell you right now I don't have any guesses. Still, that was fun, and it was a good opportunity for me to update my thoughts surrounding the Aspects!

[quietwings-fics]

A Dark and Stormy Night

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Ship: Gen (Henry & Michael, Charlie & Henry) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Henry Emily-centric, Sad Ending, Sad, Heavy Angst, Parent Henry Emily, Minor William Afton | Dave Miller/Henry Emily, Regret, Tragedy, Storms Wordcount: 3069 Summary:

Henry Emily tries to protect his children. Or, did you know that the Midnight Motorist and Security Puppet minigames take place on the same night?

There was a knock on the door to Henry’s office, almost swallowed up by a clap of thunder from the storm outside. Henry sat up, feeling a grimace settle into its familiar home on his face. The man behind the knock, Richard, didn’t wait for Henry’s reply before he opened the door. He studied Henry with a frown. Richard was older than most of the other employees, the one who’d stuck with the franchise the longest, through closures and reopenings and rebrandings and rumors. He was one of the few people in the world left Henry would consider a friend, though they rarely met outside of work and Henry couldn’t even remember the name of Richard’s wife.

“He came back again, didn’t he?” Henry asked.

“About twenty minutes ago,” Richard answered. “I told him to leave.” Richard shut the door behind him and leaned back against it. “He put up less of a fight than last time.” Henry forced out a long breath. Richard was waiting, like he always did, for some kind of explanation. Henry said nothing, and so Richard continued. “William’s not who I came to talk to you about.” Henry clasped his hands tightly over his desk and held back his wince.

“What do you mean?” Panic rose in his throat, and he looked off to the wall beside his desk. An array of lights littered the wall, all glowing brightly. Superficially, they were a sign of how important the day-to-day operations were to Henry, each light reflecting a fully-functioning animatronic. His eyes rarely lingered over any of them other than the green one in the corner. He felt himself relax at the sight of its steady light. When he looked back at Richard, the man’s frown had deepened, lines deeply creasing his forehead.

“The kid snuck in again,” he answered. Henry clenched his fist and squeezed his eyes shut. “You sure he doesn’t have a key or something? I don’t know how he keeps getting in.” Richard continued. Henry shook his head.

“I wouldn’t give him a key, Richard. If he ever lost it...” Henry’s voice faltered. He ran a hand through his graying hair. “He’s ingenuitive, that’s all. He...” gets it from his father, he did not finish. “Where is he?”

“I left him in the main showroom. I don’t think he knows he’s been caught yet.” Richard said. “You want me to-”

“No,” Henry said, like he’d said so many times before. “I’ll deal with him.” He pushed himself away from his desk, leaving his paperwork with a half-scrawled signature. With one last look at the green light on the wall, he left his office.

The showtunes echoing through the restaurant made his head hurt. He’d have to commission a few new songs soon before the repetition drove him and the rest of his employees insane. The thought of spending a few nights reprogramming the animatronic show routines only made his headache worse, but it wasn’t like there was anyone else who could do the job anymore. He slid his glasses down to pinch the bridge of his nose before glancing around the main room. On the dance floor below the stage, he caught sight of Charlotte giggling and surrounded by other children, and that managed to bring a slight smile to his face. He looked around again and saw the boy he was looking for at last. He made his way over to him.

“Michael,” he greeted. The teenager jumped, head jerking up towards him before he relaxed when all he saw was Henry standing there. Henry searched for something to ask, but the questions all felt brittle on his tongue. There was no wonder how Richard had spotted Michael so quickly. He stood out in a crowd of rambunctious children and tired adults, the lone teenager still hanging around Fredbear Jr’s Pizza. With his brown hair and blue eyes, he was the spitting image of his father at that age. The memory of that younger William was fuzzy, half-forgotten, and the realization made Henry feel his years around his neck like a noose. “Michael, what are you doing here?” He finally asked. Michael crossed his arms.

“Because you won’t let Dad come here anymore,” he finally answered. Thunder boomed again outside the restaurant, the sky heaving another flood on top of them. The lights above them dimmed slightly and came back. Henry rubbed his mouth and sighed.

“Come back to my office with me. We’ll talk.” Michael nodded, relief clear on his face as he realized he wasn’t being thrown out. Henry never turned him out, not once, but Michael still felt the need to break in, to hide in the evening crowd as best he could. As they walked, Henry glanced over his shoulder again, catching a glimpse of his daughter darting off towards the prize corner, the huge gift box sitting inert, secure in the safety of the child it was built to protect. Her green armband was visible from across the room. Henry had been debating changing the color, though the original function would remain the same. She stood out too much, marked as the owner’s daughter. She’d told him the other children got jealous.

A worry for another day, he told himself. For now, he led Michael back to his office, where the music and the laughter were drowned out by the thicker walls. Henry would never get any work done otherwise. He felt the brief urge to hug Michael once the door was shut behind them. It’d been a few months since he’d last seen him. Children grew too much, too fast, but more than anything, Henry was grateful Michael had been given the time to grow at all. He settled for one quick pat on the shoulder before sitting at his desk. Michael shifted awkwardly until Henry gestured to a couch against the wall opposite the lights. It was small and uncomfortable, but Michael wasn’t an employee up for quarterly review and Henry would feel strange making him sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

After all, Michael was-

Henry tried and failed to attach a word to the boy that didn’t feel either cold or presumptuous.

There was a time, years ago, when Michael had been family.

At least he could say that with certainty.

“Do you want anything? Water?” Henry asked. Michael shook his head. Henry picked up the pen on his desk and clicked it. He tried to read any of the paperwork he’d been doing earlier, but the words didn’t translate into meaning. He clicked the pen again. “Have you seen your father today?” The questions made Michael try to shrink in on himself. It didn’t work as well now as it had when he was twelve, when all he did after... the accident was make himself as small as possible.

“No,” he said. There was a pause before he continued, “I heard him. He was yelling at Mom. I was in my room, and I locked the door.” Henry’s brow furrowed.

“Then how did you-”

“I broke my window.” Michael was staring at his shoes.

“Are you hurt?” Henry asked, alarmed. Michael’s eyes darted up momentarily. He shook his head again. “Michael, if... If you’re scared that your father might... Do something to you, or to your mother, you know you can come to me for help.” Michael nodded again, not looking up. “I’d do anything to protect you, you know that, right?” He had to restrain himself from saying you kids. Michael was the only child of William’s left, and hadn’t Henry failed once already? If he’d just looked over those blueprints closer, if he’d known what that damned robot was programmed to do...

He’d felt like an intruder in the world of William’s grief. He’d let the man throw himself into his work, into his creations, without thinking that his intent with making them might have changed. And how could he have known? Even if he had read all of William’s almost illegible scrawlings about a life after death, about just needing to test it, swearing that Evan was still here, would he really have presumed anything other than that the man had lost his mind the same day he’d lost his second son? If he’d looked at the designs, poured over them for hours and hours, would he ever have believed that his partner could actually build such a thing?

Henry had turned a blind eye, and now there was only one child left to hide in his office from William’s rage.

Outside his window, the thunder growled with contempt.

“I’m not going back home, Uncle Henry,” Michael said.

“What?”

“I’m running away. I came to say goodbye.”

“Michael, you can’t-” Henry stopped himself. There was so much fear in Michael’s eyes when he spoke, and he could almost hear the boy at twelve, at thirteen, fifteen, showing up at his doorstep or in one of their restaurants and begging Henry not to tell his father where he was, to just let him spend one night. “How old are you?” Henry asked instead. Michael screwed up his face and lied.

“Seventeen.”

“Sixteen,” Henry corrected, softly. “Your birthday is next month.” Michael curled in on himself again.

“I won’t go back,” he said. Please don’t make me go back, Henry heard.

Henry leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to the wall of lights. The green light flickered momentarily but shone again seconds later. The storm, he reasoned, only the storm affecting the power, but the jolt from watching it darken for even a moment was all the push he needed. He unlocked a drawer on his desk. Michael’s eyes grew wide as Henry pulled out stack after stack of bills. Six hundred in total in his desk’s emergency fund, tucked in among old photos. He handed all of it over to Michael. Michael looked like he was in shock. Henry could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes, only for Michael to quickly scrub at his face and pretend they’d never been there to begin with.

“You should lay down. Get some rest.” Michael clearly hadn’t been getting any at home, or so the dark circles under his eyes told Henry. “When we close up the restaurant for the day, I’ll drive you to the bus station, and you can catch the last bus out to wherever you want to go.” Henry hesitated. “Where do you want to go?”

“Away,” Michael answered. Henry hadn’t really expected anything else.

“Okay,” he said, sitting back down at his desk and trying to look at his paperwork. He had a terrible feeling swelling up in the pit of his stomach as he watched Michael try to find some sort of comfy position to lay down on the couch. He wished he had a blanket or something to offer. Instead, he looked at his paperwork without reading it. After a few minutes, he gave up again and reopened the drawer he hadn’t locked back up. There was no more money left, but the photos were still all stuffed in there. He hadn’t looked at them in years, it felt like.

The first was of the establishing of the new Fredbear’s Family Diner. The sun was bright in the sky, shining down on four people. Henry held up the ceremonial ribbon tied in front of the door, and William was poised to cut it a moment after the camera snapped. A few feet away, their wives looked on. Ava was still pregnant with Charlotte in that picture. In a few months, he’d finally hold his baby girl, but Charlotte would grow up without a mother. Henry could hardly remember that time after Ava died, only that William and Marie had been there, named godparents without hesitation. They’d half-raised Charlotte when he couldn’t.

The next picture, of him and William only, with the first prototype of the springlock suits. William’s hand was bandaged from a malfunction. He’d still had the scar, last Henry had seen him. Henry knew that scar well. He’d watched William’s hands at work for so many long nights on their animatronics. Nights on end where neither of them returned home, Marie with her own three children to watch at home, Charlotte with a nanny, and they’d work like the rest of the world didn’t exist. And things happened between two people when they spent time like that together, things they didn’t talk about in the daylight when it was bright enough to see their wedding rings. So, yes, Henry knew that scar well, from the sight of it or the texture of it under a kiss.

The next picture he withdrew with under another rumble of thunder, the storm seeking attention he couldn’t give at the moment. He traced the folded lines of this picture of four children: Charlotte, four, Evan, seven, Elizabeth, nine, Michael, eleven. This one he used to carry with him in his wallet. He remembered taking it out to show people his daughter, and they’d always look surprised at the sight of four children all squeezed into one booth before he clarified that only one was his, even if he’d planned most of their birthday parties and taught Evan to tie his shoes and driven Elizabeth to her dance recital one night when William and Marie were taking care of a sick Michael. Charlotte, he’d point out, here, this one is mine. He could have used a different picture, one with only her in it. He never did.

He went to pull out another picture when the storm let out a terrible roar that made the whole building shake. Michael, who’d been dozing off as Henry reminisced, jumped to his feet. The power went dead, and Henry shot up from his desk as well, shoving the last picture in his pocket. It was only a dozen seconds, a dozen two long, and his heart raced as he fumbled in his desk for a flashlight in case the power didn’t come back. When it did, weakly flickering back to full strength, he leaned heavily on the wooden desk and breathed.

He looked over to the wall of lights. All bright.

All bright except the only one he needed to see.

Come back, he demanded, the power is on, come back!

There was no green light.

“Michael, stay here,” he said. The boy looked concerned.

“Why-”

“Stay here!” Henry snapped, louder than he meant to. Michael flinched and nodded.

Henry all but ran out of his office. He found Richard first, pulled him aside and said in a hurried whisper, “Have you seen Charlotte?” Richard frowned.

“She was-” He glanced over at the prize corner. Henry felt his heart drop into his stomach. The giant gift box was open. “What the hell? Where’s the puppet thing?” Richard asked, confused.

“Marionette,” Henry corrected distantly. “It’s a marionette.” He didn’t feel like he was in control of his body as he rushed over to the prize corner. There was an exit door there, marked as a fire escape only. He shoved it open and was pelted with rain. It didn’t stop him from going outside. He could barely see through the torrential downpour. The door behind him didn’t slam shut immediately, Richard following him outside. “Charlie!” Henry screamed. It only took Richard hearing the tone of his voice for the other man to finally pick up on what exactly had Henry so freaked out.

They both shouted for her, but the rain and the thunder was drowning them both out. Henry pushed forward through the rain around the building. He called for his daughter again. “Charlie!” Henry called for his child. No one answered him. A car drove past him, and in his fear, he couldn’t tell if he recognized it or not. He stumbled into the alley behind the restaurant, calling out again, nearly bumping into one of the many trash cans. There was something lying in the alley, barely visible in the rain and darkness, but part of him could only feel relief as he realized it was too big to be his daughter. He went to check it anyway, in case it was someone else hurt, but what he touched instead of clothing or a person’s skin was familiar fabric and cold metal.

He tore his hand back. The marionette lay broken and useless. He was close enough now to see why, what it had curled itself around. He knelt on the ground.

Richard’s voice came from behind him, horrified.

“Get help!” Henry heard himself scream.

He shoved the mangled heap of the marionette away. He held his daughter.

“Call someone! Get help!” He screamed again. He didn’t know if Richard was still there.

The rain made it so hard to hear. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

Henry looked up and saw William standing behind him.

“Charlie?” said William, in a young voice that sounded nothing like William’s. “Uncle Henry, what-”

“I told you not to come here!” Henry shouted over the thunder. “Why did you do this?!” William took a step back. His face contorted, and Henry’s vision was too blurry to tell if it was horror or a wicked smile. Part of him still protested that William wouldn’t, couldn’t.

But notes in his frantic handwriting seared through Henry’s mind. Just one child, he’d written, to test it, I only need one. Charlotte wasn’t moving.

William was gone. Henry was soaked with rain, but it didn’t wash the rest of the stains on his clothing away. He could hear footsteps behind him.

“There’s an ambulance on its way.” Richard said. “Where’s the kid going?”

“The kid?” He was holding his daughter. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing.

“Michael.” Richard said. “I saw him run off.”

Henry choked. “Oh, God. Michael.” He looked back wildly and could see nothing past a dozen feet. “Michael!” He called for his child. No one answered him. Beside him, a fallen photograph, so heavily damaged by the rain now that he could barely make out the contents, just the vague outline of Charlotte on her third birthday, laughing and being held aloft by her godfather. The sky tore itself open again, and in the corner of Henry’s eye, lightning above lit up the tear-stained mask of the marionette, its eyes dragged free of its sockets, one arm outstretched towards him.

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[vinylspinning]

Foghat: Stone Blue (1978)

By the time they recorded their seventh studio album in almost as many years, Foghat had built a very successful career melding rock, blues, and boogie, but while 1978’s Stone Blue continued that winning streak, it also heralded certain musical changes that would lead to the band’s undoing.

At least in terms of album sales, as these aging, mustachioed Englishmen never did find a foothold in the ‘80s or on MTV (the revolutionary music video network dominated the decade), but they’ve kept on touring through thick and thin (living or dead) ever since.

But I’m getting ahead of myself ... 

Throughout the early ‘70s, these one-time Savoy Brown and Black Cat Bones refugees forged a beyond-solid reputation upon the aforementioned musical styles, yielding honest, timeless anthems like “Drivin’ Wheel,” “Fool for the City,” and “Slow Ride,” to name but a few. 

By 1977, the quartet of ‘Lonesome’ Dave Peverett (vocals and guitar), Rod Price (lead and slide guitar), Craig MacGregor (bass, preceded by Tony Stevens), and Roger Earl (drums) had collected several gold and platinum awards, topped by the two-million-selling Live.

Now, they had to figure out a way to keep the good times rolling, and Stone Blue met that challenge by toeing the fine line between sticking to a familiar, no-frills musical course and experimenting with supplementary instrumentation and a little more production finesse.

Right from the get-go, the album’s title track offered markedly dense backing vocals and sweetened acoustic guitars beneath its high-energy boogie riffs, and even the ensuing, roots-affirming cover of Robert Johnson’s “Sweet Home Chicago” was anything but pared down in its arrangement. 

In fact, Stone Blue only flirted with “pared down” on its second vintage blues cover, Elmore James’ “It Hurts Me Too,” because new originals like urgent hard rocker “Easy Money,” the folky-sweet “Stay with Me,” and dynamic “Midnight Madness” all shared an extra layer of studio gloss with ‘74’s Energized. 

But the quality of these songs still won out, more often than not, satisfying most of the band’s fans, if not their record label, since Stone Blue ‘only’ reached gold, not platinum-level sales, and thus ramped up the pressure for Foghat to make more concessions to fast-changing musical trends.

Sure enough, the following year’s Boogie Motel is perhaps best remembered for its soft rock hit, “Third Time Lucky (First Time I Was a Fool),” and subsequent LPs saw Foghat undertaking ill-advised forays into new wave and other mainstream sounds.

But, with the benefit of hindsight, we at least know that Foghat’s musical legacy was pretty much firmly secured in the ‘70s, crowned by that classic Live LP, and arguably cemented by Stone Blue, when it arrived 45 years ago.

p.s. -- This blog was adapted from an Ultimate Classic Rock article celebrating Foghat’s Stone Blue.

More Foghat: Foghat, ‘Rock and Roll,’ Energized, Rock and Roll Outlaws, Fool for the City, Live, Boogie Motel.

[parageist]

fuck it im gonna do all of these

1. elegyEstranger, which is also the username for my oc reverie willow, main character of my webcomic exspiravit :3

2. nope. just mixed two cool sounding words together lol

3. don’t have one! :’)

4. nope. maybe i’ll try getting them into it though lmao

5. not in any serious way but i do like to act like dave, nepeta, june, aradia, and a bunch of other characters a lot and i relate to them a bunch x3

6. oh boy i’ve changed it so much i think i’ve identified as almost every aspect and class at least once before lmao. i think im either a rogue of life or a rogue of time but idk, they’re all so cool lol. and im a prospit dreamer

7. yes! i made a bunch of dave stickers last year

8. yeah, i’ve made fan comics on mspfa, which is what got me into making webcomics lmao

9. nope

10. yup, i was vriska as halloween for 2018 (which may or may not have been a heavy sign that i was trans), dave as halloween for 2019, and aradia for 2020. im going to comic-con this saturday and might go as dave, i still have all the stuff lmao

11. nope

12. nope

13. dave 😎

14. hmmm. it really depends on what value you measure how “favorite” they are… but probably one of the alpha trolls like damara, horrus, or porrim, which i am 100% guilty of neglecting them due to their tiny screen time. they’re just so forgettable, but that’s likely hussies fault.

15. uhhhhh… davekat? junedave? davejade?? (not beating the “crush on the cool guy fictional character which i first thought was just me idolizing him but then as i got older i realized it was just my closeted bisexuality and liked to imagine myself with him” allegations 😔)

16. huh?

17. you’re just making up acronyms at this point smh

18. no, but i would like the fandoms awful reputation to go away.

19. ive played hiveswap act 2, but not friendsim or pesterquest or the epilogues/homestuck^2

20. literally the greatest inspiration to me, everything down to my artstyle. i’ve been a fan since i was like 10/11 lmao (my parents did NOT like me reading that at a young age) and so it pretty much defined all of my middle school years

21. yes! i saw someone at my old school with a homestuck shirt and we became friends. we still talk sometimes but they moved far away :(

22. yeah

23. i never really fully read all of it, i stopped being able to understand after act 4 lmao. but i eventually “read” and by read i mean skimmed through the rest of it a few times, along with reading the wiki, watching videos about it, and watching other people read it, so i would say that culminative experience counts

24. i skipped most of the dialogue after act 4 lmao. too many words formatted in an inaccessible way for my adhd and dyslexia xD the animations and art was the one thing that kept me through it though

25.🙂

26. very very very cool i love the way it’s presented and the interactability and the art style and animations and music and characters and writing (besides some very questionable things) and lore and concepts and GOD ITS SO COOL RARRRRGH I LOVE SBURB AND GOD TIERS AND STUFF ASHDHHDHJJG

27. humans, for relatability. sometimes i think trolls are overrated but they’re also cool. and carapacians are underrated little guys but besides being silly little guys there’s nothing much more to them. besides badass ring power shit and the midnight crew and royalty

28. descend, cascade and collide were all so fucking awesome

29. hmm. the trolls all killing each other? vriskas return? but i guess at the same time they create really cool narrative stuff, they’re just unpleasant from a watching-your-blorbos-kill-each-other standpoint lmao

30. im tired, no

31. im into it, im inspired by it, i may post stuff about it from time to time, but that’s it lmao

“Homestuck Isn’t Dead” Tag

I wanted to make one, so send a number or reblog to get one!

1. Do you have a chum handle? What does it mean?

2. Is your username homestuck related/have you had one hs related?

3. Do you call your s/o a matesprit?

4. Do you call your best friend your moirail?

5. Are you “kin” with any characters or commonly called a character?

6. God Tier?

7. Do you make HS fanart?

8. Do you make hs fanfiction?

9. Do you roleplay homestuck? where and how often?

10. Do you cosplay homestuck characters? Who and where?

11. Are you apart of ask blogs?

12. Are you in any homestuck groups?

13. Favorite character?

14. Least favorite character?

15. OTP?

16. NOTP?

17. BROTP?

18. Do you want homestuck to just die already?

19. Are you following up with hiveswap? Do you play? Watch YT videos?

20. Tell us how homestuck has effected you in real life?

21. Have you met anyone through homestuck?

22. Have you left the fandom before?

23. How many times have you read through it?

24. Did you ever skip intermissions/dialog/animations?

25. Opinions on the fandom?

26. Opinions on the comic?

27. Do you favor the trolls, humans, or carapaces?

28. Favorite moment of all of homestuck?

29. Least favorite moment of all of homestuck?

30. Tell us a homestuck based story.

31. How homestuck related is your blog?

[knightsndaze]

Hi I used to work for Punk With A Camera and I need to get this off my chest

I changed the names of my coworkers, idk if their ok with me sharing their real names

So some prefacing, I worked at a warehouse for a shipping company for nearly five years. I had health and dental, a 401k, $19/hr. The only downside was I had been recently going through some health issues which were affecting my work. I had a lot of trouble doing heavy work but since it wasn't severe enough I couldn't get accommodations and there were days where I couldn't go in because I pushed myself too hard the day before. I had to go down to part time at some point as I wasn't making my full time hours. Enter my friend (that was like an older brother to me), who owns a small business that does some media work and screen prints t-shirts, patches, etc.

He offered me some part time work in his mailroom. I'd help with letter mail and packages a few days a week so I could make up for lost wages. I mean that sounds great right? I come in twice a week to fill envelopes with stickers and patches for $15/hr for 7 hours. I get to sit and I don't have to stand struggling to breath in a warehouse that's almost 100°F and humid. I had helped him out a couple times before to do events or clean screens in the printshop and it seemed like a pretty good work environment, even if he'd be a little condescending sometimes. So I accepted. 

I started early August, I came in a couple hours early so he could show me the ropes. There were three other people that worked in the mailroom when I started, they came in around 11am. I'll call them Jake (the 'manager'), Dave, and the third guy I never got to actually meet because the moment he arrived Brandon pulled him outside to fire him. He had the dude drive all the way to work and waste gas just to be told by the way don't clock in you're fired. When Brandon and third guy came back in, Brandon had Jake go talk to him because "I'm bad at these things". It was super awkward and when I realized what had happened I felt really bad. Now this is from memory so I might be remembering the conversations wrong, but this was the guys side job while he was going through medical school. First red flag, not that big because I was led to believe he wasn't that good at his job. 

Second red flag was at the end of August, I had quit my warehouse job by now and was working mon-thurs for Brandon. Around the time I started he had asked if I wanted to do an event in a neighboring state. For a thousand dollars. Fuck yeah, I'd done a couple events before, but this would be my first one fully on my own. I'd drive 10 hours on my own, in his car, and stay a days before driving back down home. It was my first solo trip. The drive there was a PITA but that was no one's fault, an 18 wheeler had flipped on its side and scattered a bunch of giant ass barrels in a field fully stopping traffic for about 40 minutes.

I get to the hotel at midnight text my fiance I'm safe, text Brandon I'm safe. I know nothing about this place except the address. I walk in and the lobby looks like they decorated forty years ago and haven't touched it since. Not even to clean. The wall the front door was attached to was all window and I'm pretty sure one of the ones at the top were broken. I go up to the front desk. There's a little bit of trouble with figuring out my booking but the guy was super nice.

 I get my key card, I got one of the rooms you can drive up to, but when I get there lo and behold there's a guy and a girl in my room. I am too polite for my own good cause I go to leave like "oh I'm sorry, they must've given me the wrong room" but the dude goes wait no let's figure this out. I should've left then but I'm 1) a small women, 2) not very confrontational, and 3) super socially awkward.�� So I stay. Dude's asking all sorts of questions about who I am. I'm telling him I think they accidentally double booked the room without realising (not knowing that's something they would've been able to see in the system). And the chick is just sitting there. At some point the dude walks me out of the room and I mention who I work for and he starts freaking out thinking I said something about cameras everywhere. At this point I'm scared for my life cause the guy flashes a fucking gun at me. We go back to the room and I start bawling because what else am I supposed to do.

 The girl, absolute angel that she was idk what she was doing with this guy, tells him to back off and that I'm obviously not a threat. She walks me back to the lobby apologising the whole way because dude had been smoking crack or something. She tells the front desk that there must've been a mixup or something. The girl goes back to the room and front desk guy says he's gonna give me a new room that I can get to through the lobby.

One new key card later and moving the car to the front, that's full of about a few hundred dollars worth of shirts btw, I'm in my new room. Thankfully unoccupied this time. I try calling Brandon to no answer. Then call my fiance because I'm freaking out still and I need someone to talk me through just having my life threatened. Brandon calls back at some point while I'm talking to my fiance and I tell him everything that happened. For the record he felt awful as far as I could tell, now that I know him better I'm not sure if it was self flagellating or if he was genuinely concerned for my safety, but he did put me up in a better hotel. A fancy Hilton actually. Although he didn't want me mentioning it too much or people on the Internet would be upset that a small punk business was spending so much on a hotel room.

But here's the thing, he told me he booked the first hotel in the middle of the night without checking anything. When I finally got somewhere safe I looked up reviews for the place and. They. Are. Bad. People are talking about bedbugs, cigarette burns in non-smoking rooms, BULLET HOLES?

 How are you going to send a woman to an event on her own and not even check reviews for the hotel or if it's in a safe area?

 I know what happened isn't really his fault, it could've been anyone that walked into that room, and maybe he as a large ass man would've been just fine in less than ideal accommodations. But jfc you should know that I am not as comfortable being in dangerous areas considering those leftist ideals you spout include how women are more likely to get assaulted. 

Yes, there's more.

He constantly complained to me about other employees, especially Dave. Which put me in an awkward position because Dave was my coworker and had been there longer. Also it's not like he was fucking up everyday anyway. He made a few mistakes here and there. The thing that finally made Brandon fire him was because he forgot to put the recycling out. Mind you we were working out of this guy's house in a culdesac and he has a thing about the trash people. 

Dave got to work later than usual idk why, but Brandon told him it was alright not to worry about it. Then the recycling happened that day and Brandon wanted Dave to drive an hour across town to drop the recycling off at the property where all the screen printing was done. There was a school not even five minutes down the road that he could've dropped it at instead. But no Brandodn wanted him to drive all the way to the other property because he has cameras there and he wanted to make sure Dave actually dropped off the recycling. 

Oh my God, the micromanaging. The only time I felt like I could fully relax and get work done was when Brandon was out all day doing other shit. 

Now Brandon had been talking for a few weeks about how he was bringing down a couple to work for him, Mark to help with social media and Lane to help in the mailroom. I met Lane before when I went to an event with Brandon, which is another story lol. 

Lane told me that she was led to believe that she'd also be helping with events. 

They were gonna be living in a house by the new printshop that Brandon just closed on, they just had to cover bills. A house that had no running water btw. The moment they got into town Brandon was already telling me shit I didn't need to know about them, about how they had relationship problems or whatever. It wasn't my business. But this was where I started to realise that my friend was kind of shady. 

This next part is my impression of what happened tbh some of it is probably extrapolated and there are other sides to the story; this is just what I witnessed.

Brandon started playing couples therapy between Mark and Lane, which felt super weird because he's not even close to a licensed therapist. Also he's got his own relationship issues. But you cannot put yourself in the position of someones boss, landlord, therapist, and friend all at the same time. He had too much power over them in that situation.

So I'm gonna pause here real quick to talk about Jake, the 'manager'. If you notice the quotes around 'manager', good eye. Because anytime he tried to implement something that would actually help Bradnon would shut it down. (There's that micromanaging again.) Now there's quite a a few things I could say here but I think the best way I can get my point across is with The Print Queue. 

The Print Queue is a doc that whenever we get new orders in, we would go through and anything that needed to be printed would be added to The Print Queue. At least once a day I would hear Jake tell someone to 'fucking get off The Print Queue'. There were three people that were usually on it. Jake, trying to update it. Our screen printer, who was checking off what he was currently printing. And the person Archer was talking to, Brandon.

Brandon was constantly on Jake about updating The Print Queue. And instead of trusting Jake to do his job, he would watch him while he was adding to it. Even when Brandon was out of town he would hop on his phone or whatever and check The Print Queue. And then he would also add when Jake wasn't adding stuff. But Brandon tends to focus more on being quick than being thorough so there were always things that would be printed wrong or not be printed at all and we'd have to wait forever to send out a single order because he'd keep fucking it up. 

I wouldn't be surprised if Jake would get vietnam-esque flashbacks of asked 'Why hasn't The Print Queue been updated yet?'

One of the problems plaguing the mailroom was the way it was set up. We were in the dining room/breakfast area of the house. It was pretty open concept. The table I worked at, and Lane now that Dave was gone, took up a big portion of the space and was smack dab in the middle of the room. We had to squeeze by each other to get around, so on a day we had almost no work Jake decided to rearrange the room to be more efficient. 

The large work table was pushed against the wall. On one end, a shelf with the printer and other stuff. The heat presses we used for tags, koozies, hats, etc sat on that end. In the middle was Lanes workstation with all the stickers and patches for letter mail. And on the other end was the button station. My stupid wobbly desk sandwiched between that and the shelves we kept all the shirts on. We had so much more space and a much easier time getting around. 

Brandon threw such a hissy fit when he got home. I wasn't there for it but Lane told me all about it. How he was screaming and throwing things because 'they spent all day moving shit around they didn't get anything done'. Jake spent half the day moving things around and the other half answering emails. Lane and I were filling out orders as usual. I think that was the day Brandon decided he was gonna find some reason to get rid of Jake. 

Which happened a few weeks later when Brandon demoted him and Jake got so pissed (understandably) that he left for the day. And instead of letting him cool down and then have a normal adult conversation, Brandon fired Jake through his girlfriend. And then had the audacity to complain to me about how Jake was being disrespectful for refusing to talk to him.

Now at some point another event was coming up, and Brandon informed Lane that he was only taking Mark. Which came as a shock to Lane cause, if you remember, she was under the impression she'd also be going to events. This upset both Mark and Lane because they had basically said they were a package deal.

Mark and Lane had a private conversation where they came to a mutual agreement that Mark would not be going without Lane. Which I get, they had heard gunshots in there neighborhood recently and Lane can't drive. So she'd be home alone all weekend with no protection.

Brandon fired Lane through her husband and gave them 30 days to get out of the house. They left their lives behind to come work for him for like two months and he just kicks them out like that?

Yeah, I quit that same day. I tried talking to him like a week later and he spent most of the time talking out of his ass dismissing shit I was trying to tell him.

I can't keep this to myself anymore, people need to know what he's like. He put my life in danger and he's screwed over me and my friends. I don't care anymore if he sees this. He "lost" the forms I filled out when he hired me I should've gotten a 1099 so I could file taxes but I haven't. Not to mention from the way my job worked I feel I should've been filed as an employee not an independent contractor. He's doing some tax dodging bullshit big corporations do to avoid paying taxes on their employees and he knows what he's doing because as he likes to brag he has a degree in business.

[xrissxrossx]

i felt bad for not posting enough pride stuff and now its pretty much over :(

anyway heres some gay kids ig

30/6/2019

[luckandstrange]

I would like to add some of my own due to the fact that the length of time I have dedicated to this band is really taking a toll on me at the moment. I'm struggling a bit to think about the mass of it...

I chose them as the subject for my 8th grade final project in music class, thus changing the trajectory of my life forever. Said project is rife with inaccuracies.

First picture of Roger I saw shocked me because he looked so strange (apparently a universal experience)

I would spend every night of the rest of 8th grade scrolling the Pink Floyd search results on Deviantart, mostly just regular art, but it overwhelmed me with so many emotions that I had to frequently tab out.

Got into an insane amount of intimate discord drama in a chat with some of the most renowned Floyd artists at the time. I remained partial and got invited to the discord chat with the splitting individuals as well as staying in the original.

I jumped at any opportunity to detail the band's entire paraphrased history.

Classic case of "I was born in the wrong generation" and all its fix-ins.

Dogs was one of the first I listened to, both shocked and intrigued by its length.

I slowly realized that I had been hearing their music all of my life, so getting into them was even more fun.

I kept begging my parents to watch Live at Pompeii with me.

I fully convinced myself that this kid talking about the #NotMyRodgerick meme from Diary of a Wimpy Kid shortening it to #NotMyRoggie was talking about RW

I got so obsessed with Roger and Nick's friendship that I started shipping them and couldn't keep it subtle so I psyopped my friend into making these character versions of them where Roger was an Easter island head named Ouch and Nick was Bloo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I still have the clay figurine of Bloo Nick that I made. (don't ask)

When I went to see Roger in 2017 I was almost certain that I would've had the opportunity to run into him after the show. I didn't.

My friend and I went to a carnival, and while she was trying to talk to someone else on the same ride as us, I was singing the entirety of Comfortably Numb out loud.

The first time I heard Summer '68 I think I replayed it at least 30 times.

Same with San Tropez.

I got a sunburst fender precision-bass for Christmas, think the same look as the one Roger played in Live at Pompeii, which I have admittedly rarely picked up. I'd say I'm at the very least intermediate.

Drawing the band was my introduction to drawing people other than dragons more regularly, so in my drawings faces tended to have awkwardly large noses and small foreheads. (I wonder who's to blame for that...)

I was drawing them at a fourth of July party and someone came up to me and asked "Is that The Beatles?"

At the same party, Comfortably Numb came on and I crouched down to fully immerse myself in the song while rocking back and forth.

I was one of the artists for a Pink Floyd ask blog in 2017.

My friends and I embarked on an unserious "Classic Rock RP" that consisted of us roleplaying as Roger and Dave going to Japan with JPJ from Led Zeppelin. Once the friend playing JPJ went to bed, the two of us ended up getting pretty.. intimate.

We made a discord chat to do our watermour roleplay in. We started calling it g1interphase as a codename because we were both learning the cell stages in Biology class.

This lasted for

Eight

Months

Straight. Every single day.

I can still hardly believe that. The majority of it has lapsed from my memory.

We shipped Snowy White and Dick Parry at one point.

I was a pissed off little shit when I saw Nick in 2019 because the literal show BEFORE that one in New York, Roger showed up because he was in the area. Suffice to say he didn't show up a second time.

Every New Year's Eve since 2018, I've perfectly timed the Careful With That Axe, Eugene scream to land precisely on midnight when the year changed. Except I didn't do it for this year, so I think I reanimated the Pink Floyd curse.

Thank you for enduring me. Have I changed very much? Who knows...

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

[tenaciouschronicler]

June 12-18 2025 2010

Paradox Space? Alternia?? Carcino??? Where the heck are we????

It looks like we've got a new story line but not necessarily an Intermission. Kinda like when we were with WV for some pages. It does have its own name: Hivebent. The planet we are on is grey with two moons which look like the ones that we saw when Die ended up in the timeline where Slick didn't exist. So the whole of the intermission takes place on Alternia. That means exiles end up on the dead planet of their session players. Finally, the race that exists on this planet are called trolls. I'm almost positive in-universe the trolls are astonished that the kids were able to guess that info when that's not exactly the case.

We get a lot of information in these pages so instead of going by update I'm gonna break it down by troll and generic info about them. Mostly because I'd never get this done otherwise.

carcinoGenetisist a.k.a. KARKAT VANTAS

Does not have any time to even consider humoring us. Out of all the introductions during the naming portion, we get the most insight with Karkat here. Hes got the same level of awareness as Rose but more of the snark of Dave.

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS. [Your name is JOHN.] You have a passion for RIDICULOUSLY TERRIBLE ROMANTIC MOVIES AND ROMCOMS. [You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES.] You like to program computers, but you are NOTORIOUSLY PRETTY AWFUL AT IT. [You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT.] Your trolltag is carcinoGeneticist and you speak in a manner that is ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY ORNERY, ALL THE TIME.

Comparing John and Karkat is so funny. They are our first characters for their respective sessions which makes them the 'default' protag, in so much as a comic like this has a protag. On top of that, we get introduced on their birthday. The biggest difference in the initial paragraph is how much more detail we get with Karkat. We've already got a taste in the chatlogs with how much he dumps even if he says he wont. It makes sense then that we get extra info regarding each sentence like how his movie taste should be embarrassing or he thinks himself a virus coder.

Not a one to one but while John aspires to be a MAGICIAN, Karkat here aspires to be a THRESHECUTIONER. Very different job ideals and good for preparing us for how violent this society is comparatively. As well, we get confirmation that this is indeed Carcino by giving us his trolltag and letting us know he is almost always combative and stubborn.

Like John, the walls of his room contain movie posters. The ones I can tell right off the bat are 50 First Dates and Hitch. [Midnight Sam here! I figured out the other poster because of John Cusack, its Serendipity]. Much like ones we've seen, they are greyscale but these have the addition of horns on each actor and indiscernible, long ass titles.

We get a little bit of captcha nonsense where we learn Karkat uses ENCRYPTION which he later trades with the yet-to-be-named hacker. Hes also able to pick up items without having to captcha them.

I haven't talked about this yet but we seem to be seeing past events leading up to their entry to the game while also getting information of what is to happen without having to wait for it, unlike with the kids where we work in the present time.

The lawnrings are empty. Blood skims the voids in your porous cranial plates, as if grazing the hollow of a threshed stem, or say, an abandoned cocoon. A sour note is produced. It's the one Agitation plays to make its audience squirm. [...] You have a feeling it's going to be a long night.

Karkat interrupts the normal poetic moment and goes onto a tangent about how useless he finds everything comparing it to the mail, which they don't have. He goes back inside showing off the equivalent of Game Bro, Game Grub, and talking to a different troll than we've met, terminallyCapricious.

After we get introduced to TC we return to Karkat and his attempts to code with ~ATH. According to Karkat ‘[i]ts logic is composed of nothing but infinite loops, or at best, loops of effectively interminable construction.’ Apparently to make the code finish executing you have to find a way to terminate it “manually” which is typically done by binding the code to a real lifespan. Karkat's main code is tied to the death of the universe, U, with a subloop tied to his own death. ‘[C]oding with this language is all about finding ways to trick it into doing what you want.’ which TA is apparently very good at. Kar shows us one of those said codes which ‘immediately causes the user's computer to explode, and places a curse on the user forever, along with everyone he knows, and everyone he'll ever meet.’ Very cool. I wanna sit on this. Like really think about it because 1. Kar apparently executes this code later and 2. the logic behind it is perhaps a way to end the game. The kids game session is essentially looping code that has no way to exit the subloops, unlike Karkat's, to execute the main loop and end the game.

Speaking of TA and the game we get to see a chat with him and Kar which spirals into a toxic mess before Kar calls for a time out to learn more about said game. Between TA and Gamzee, I think Karkat values his friendship with TA way more. While he brushes it off as a running joke, Kar genuinely feels embarassed about the devolving convo. This guy does not feel shame easily.

On the game side of things, this is all TA's fault and also AA's. AA is the one who found the tech (Rose's server? another time capsule?) in some ruins and gave it to TA whos essentially rebuilt it or 'adapted' it as he says. This is gonna just go so swimmingly.

terminallyCapricious a.k.a GAMZEE MAKARA

I’m gonna be so honest, I was not expecting a new character revealed so soon. As abrupt as it feels, it works very well with the transition of the chatlog. Karkat is absolutely awful in that log. I mean the level of vitriol is off the charts. On the one hand we were warned that this is his style of communication but on the other my god hes about as cuddly as a jumping cactus. But that's also what makes this log funny to me. Unstoppable force (Karkat’s rage) v. Immovable object (Gamzee’s nonchalance). It just takes so much out of the rants and makes him more like a chihuahua, I cant take it seriously.

Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA.

You get pretty excited by CLOWNS OF A GRIM PERSUASION WHICH MAY NOT BE IN FULL POSSESSION OF THEIR MENTAL FACULTIES.

You like to practice on your ONE WHEEL DEVICE, which you are GOD AWFUL at because your FEET DO NOT RACH THE PEDALS.

Your trolltag is terminallyCapricious and you speak in a manner that is JuSt A lItTlE bIt WhImSiCaL.

Gamzee’s intro reminds me a lot of Dave's in how it gives a third party perspective like someone is talking to us directly rather than narrating to us. He’s got wild hair and tall horns with white face paint. Combined with what he shares about his cult I”m inclined to say hes a Juggalo/ into the Insane Clown Posse ( I know like two songs from animation memes). Combine that with the unicycle, horns and clubs, he is very firmly in the clown circle. The symbol on his shirt is the same one for Saturn which rules Capricorn and his color is a darker purple than Rose’s. There's some insane clown posters on the walls and bottles of Faygo everywhere which makes me really want a Faygo. Maybe I can convince my mom to stop at Fiesta tomorrow before we pick up my dad at the airport.

Gamz’s modus leaps up to the top of the worst modi possible list, the MIRACLE MODUS. Its got tons of cards but it flashes all sorts of colors an everything gets put in all willy nilly while getting anything out of it seems to be up to the whims of the universe. Which I guess is exact;y what hes all about. Gamzee apparently makes pies out of the stuff trolls use to sleep in which he notes hes not supposed to as it ‘does funny things to a trolls head’ but his Custodian is very neglectful and never thought to teach him that. His hive lies fairly close to the ocean where SEA DWELLERS live and are noted to be very hostile.

GC starts pestering Gamzee and proves my point on just how unbothered Gamz is about everything. GC very much does not like that she cant get under his skin but likes the idea of inviting Karkat to play TA’s game even less. This makes me wonder why these guys even got together to play this game in the first place. From the little interactions we've gotten it doesn’t really seem like any of these trolls like each other.

gallowsCalibrator a.k.a TEREZI PYROPE

Much like herself Terezi's room is alot. Full to the brim with a variety of multiple, clashing colors, SCALEMATE plushies and chalk drawings.

Your name is TEREZI PYROPE.

You are pretty enthusiastic about dragons. But you have a PARTICULAR AFFECTION for their COLORFUL SCALES, which you gather and use to decorate your hive.

You take an interest A justice, holding particular fascination for ORCHESTRATING THE DEMISE OF THE WICKED.

Your trolltag is gallowsCalibrator and you SP34K W1TH TH3 NUM3R4LS TH3 BLlND ROPH3TS ONC3 US3D.

Shed probably get alomg well with AR until he figure out just how skewed her judicial beliefs are. Terezi here is a junior prosecutor with something akin to synesthesia where she can taste colors. Literally. Whether she always had this ability or she gained it after becoming blind is unclear. I does explain all the color. Its implied that she was blinded during a LARPing accident which is much more extreme than our version probably is.

We get a bit derailed compared to Karkat and Gamzee as Terezi goes on to roleplay a courtroom drama featuring SENATOR LEMONSNOUT and beetle embezelment.

Alternia

Six sweeps is equal to 13 Earth years which comes out to one sweep for every 2 years and 2 month on Earth. There is something called a bi-lunar perigee though there's no reference for how long that is. A perigee is actually when the moon is closest to earth and happens about every 28 days. So either one day is equal to 28 of ours or the phenomena occurs differently there.

Also Earth doesn't exist yet.

Trolls are indeed a species with a larval stage and birthdays are known as wriggling days.

TROLLIAN is also a new application with a recently released BETA.

When you mature, you aspire to join the ranks of the most lethal members of your society, the THRESHECUTIONERS.

You hope one day to join the honorable ranks of the LEGISLACERATORS.

Some interesting job titles.

SBURB does not currently exist for the trolls "But it will soon." which absolutely is not threatening whatsoever./s

Also Karkat and five others are supposed to play it but we know that 12 of them end up in the Medium so did they somehow merge the two six-player sessions? Does that mean that six is the maximum amount of players for a single session? Or is it more of that destiny bs? I know TA set it up to be competing teams but SBURB has done more with less.

It is your RECUPERACOON full of nourishing SOPOR SLIME. Every young troll enjoys the cozy embrace of such a vessel each night, and the relaxing ooze helps assuage the terrible visions of blood and carnage that plague the dark subconscious of your species.

Ok aside from the weird uses of words that add to the alien nature of the trolls being aliens, I've never heard of SOPOR. I've heard of Stupor and apparently they are both abnormal states of deep sleep with stupor being the more severe of the two and probably why its more commonly used. On the one hand it explains Gamzee's 'high' state if its supposed to be a soporific agent to assist in sleeping. Directly ingesting it is probably not the safest idea. On the other hand!, I know it says it helps with the inherited PTSD of the species but how would that affect something like oh say, waking up your dream self?

Trolls think fashion stupid.

Is this true or is this just Karkat being Karkat?

Is that John Cusack? The thing that most people don't realize is that John Cusack is a universal constant.

Serious question, forgive me... who tf is John Cusack?? I'm sorry I'm TERRIBLE at names and faces.

You were allowed to design this hive when you were young, after you emerged victorious from your trials deep in the brooding caverns. You have lived here with your CUSTODIAN ever since. It's almost as if your people have placed great cultural importance on teaching children to become architecturally adept while very young.

I am looking very suspiciously.

Troll TV shows have shorter titles than troll movies because TV is a much newer form of media in their society.

On Alternia, there is no such thing as a defense attorney, or a defense.

Not related to Alternia but our command ==> has changed to ======>. Dont know if theres a story reason or if it just helps diferenciate the two stories.

[moku-youbi]

So netflix password sharing crackdown just seems like such an awful idea. I get they think they're going to get more subscribers out of this and try to make it look like they're experiencing growth, but I think they're vastly overestimating how many people will keep their accounts/make new ones instead of just cancelling or not bothering to sign up when they lose access through family/friends. Like, honestly, if my MIL didn't regularly use our netflix (and we her Prime), we probably would have cancelled a while back. A lot of the things we used to enjoy on the platform are now on other platforms, and I sincerely cannot think of the last time Netflix was my first, second, or even third choice when I turned on the tv to start watching something, outside of a few specific shows.

Now they've gone and cancelled The Umbrella Academy (then cut its final season tragically short), which is just following the trend of shows that I've loved and have been critically acclaimed, and netflix just tossed aside like trash while keeping actual trash going. It's fucking criminal that The Get Down and Sense8 were cancelled. I'm also super disappointed about Altered Carbon, First Blood, Dead to Me, Midnight Club (and I guess I can't entirely blame them for Jessica Jones and Punisher given Marvel shenanigans, but I am salty about it still, and sort of blame them for Luke Cage). And while I personally didn't get to watch the shows yet, I know many people who were crushed over GLOW, Santa Clarita Diet, the OA, 1899, Inside Job, etc.

They say a reason for this push is so they have more $$ for their original content--but it's not content I want to fucking watch. Why should I pay you so you can give assholes like Dave Chapelle a continued platform to spout hate, where Big Mouth and Emily in Paris and Fuller House kept getting renewed when I've never heard a single good thing about any of them and no one seems to want anymore (even if some were popular in the beginning, now everyone's wondering why they're still being made)? Where they constantly churn out expensive and poorly received shows (both by critics and audiences) that get cancelled almost immediately instead of continuing to invest in the good content? Where they have a tendency to cancel any shows with queer and or poc leads hella fast?

They only see what shows are worth as far as revenue, and I'm not naive, I get that a company has to make money and turn a profit to keep going. But the soulless way they cancel shows that are adored by critics and audiences alike because it didn't get just the right numbers in their fucked up algorithm means they're gonna lose me as a customer as soon as I've decided they're more trouble than they're worth.

[bruce-wayne-simp]

Ok im watching pirate radio/the boat that rocked because I'm a Tom Sturridge stan now

(The movie follows Carl (Tom Sturridge) a 17 year old who got expelled from school for doing drugs. His mother sent him to live on a boat with his godfather Quenton and the band of DJs who run the pirate radio. Shenanigans ensue, the British government tries to take them down, its a good time. Also its set in the late 60s)

I'm like 15 minutes in and it's awesome so I'm gonna liveblog i guess

This is gonna be very Carl-heavy (see 'im a Tom Sturridge stan' above)

Also spoilers if you care about being spoiled for a movie that came out in 2009

From the summary i thought Carl was gonna be some tough-guy rebel but he's just so smiley and innocent and respectful and it's rly sweet. Idk if it's a British thing or what but yeah

The guys are all very stereotypical "guys" and i honestly kinda love it

The one scene where Carl is kinda settling in on his first day and he comes into the Count's DJ space(?) is so funny. Hes like 'are you nervous' and gives Carl a hug then slaps his ass and tells him to get the fuck out

The f-word scene is BRILLIANT. Go watch the clip on youtube it's so good

Carl just revealed hes only been to all boys boarding schools and as a result he is a virgin and has also never kissed anyone. I know enough about this movie to know it comes up later. Also the way he can barely say 'sex' is adorable

Also Carl is very relatable

Midnight Mark is kinda hot ngl

Oh Jesus christ 🤦‍♀️

Apparently 'later' is NOW

Secondhand embarrasment galore oh my god 😭😭😭😭 poor Carl

Dave tried to trick his hookup by letting Carl have sex (basically rape) her so he could lose his virginity. For what it's worth, Carl is reluctant because of the morality of it (and he's an impressionable 17 year old) and she turns the light on and sees him and they both scream

Omg we're at the scene where we meet Bob. Poor Bob does the show early in the morning and nobody ever sees him so when he comes down in the morning everyones like 'who tf are you'

Thick Kevin: what was his name again?

Young Carl: Really?

Oh btw Thick Kevin and Young Carl are roommates on the ship

Aww Quenton gave Carl a date w his niece, Maryanne, for his birthday

Lmaoo he literally said hi to Maryanne and then left and is asking Dave for a condom

'Do you know how it works?' Carl, babe, your answer doesn't sound very convincing

Carl, my love, you JUST MET HER. I cannot overstate how naive he is.

Dave is an asshole. That's all. (He almost fucks up Carls chance with Maryanne and then sleeps with her while Carl is looking for another condom)

'Maryanne, I see you.' Heartbreaking 😭😭

Honestly there are some very sweet moments and this is one of them 😭😭😭

Harold and John bring Carl tea and biscuits while he's sitting on a bench, upset. They don't say anything but by the end of the scene Carl is eating a biscuit and smiling and Harold gives him a hug 😭😭😭😭😭😭

(Link to the scene bcs its so sweet: https://youtu.be/66U9Kfr4UhE )

And honestly when Gavin gives him the condom was kinda sweet too. Like he's proud of him and gives him advice (bad advice, but still it's the thought that counts)

I fucking love Felicity. She's the only woman on board full time and that's because she's a lesbian. I hope she gets her girlfriend ❤️

Omg Midnight Mark was having an orgy lmaoo

Simon is so sweet😭😭 He went to Carl and Kevin's room and told them he's getting married and I'm pretty sure just asked Carl to be his best man??

'HANDS OFF, YOU LESBIAN' Love it

STAG PARTYYYYYYYY

Omg he's known her for 2 weeks

This entire sequence is very British 😭😭

Oh God they're all hungover

Ooooh who is Carl's father???

God he's so pretty in this scene

Link to gifset (if ur a sandman stan you've seen it before):

'I think sometimes i should be called Clever Kevin. What do you think about tha-' *falls out of bed*

THE WAY CARL DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH AT KEVIN FALLING 💀

Aww Simons speech to the listeners about his wedding was sweet

THE WEDDING

Simon holding Carls hand and Carl being like wtf and walking away

Quenton: We are gathered here in the sight of God, apparently. Which is, I don't know, scary?

Carl is smoking while being Simons best man i love him (Protip: looking for Carl in a scene? Look for a cigarette first)

Oh god Simons new wife just told him she's in love with Gavin

Oh no she only married Simon to get on the boat to get with Gavin :( Poor Simon

Top tier music choices all around though

Harold is such a good friend

Everyone here has two brain cells between them (yes im at the Chicken Game)

Aww Gavin apologized to Simon

Lmao they're basically playing never have i ever

Aww Carls mom is coming by

'Just in case you wanted to brush your hair or hide that stack of pornography you keep on that shelf' QUENTON

Oh god he's dreading seeing her

Aww Kevin wished him luck 😭😭

He asked if Quenton was his dad and his mom was like 'uh no wtf'

Its BOXING DAY

'It was a shag well shagged the night you made this little fella' Dave to Carls mom

DAVE SAID CARL IS ONE OF THEM AND THEY WANT HIM TO STAY FOREVER AWWWW

The posh government people on boxing day im sobbing its so funny and silent

Oh god Bob is Carls father (Bob gave Carl a message earlier and he told her right before she left)

She was like 'How old are you' and did the math from there lmaoo

CARLS MOM SLEPT WITH MARK HAHA

'Telll Mark it was a lovely night!' 'NO! NO!!' lmfaooo

Carl is telling Bob hes his dad oh my god its so sweet

JOHN DON'T INTERRUPT. FUCK

Parliament just created an act making pirate radio illegal as of new years day

Quentons like 'pirate radio is dead' and everyone else is like 'nope'

The Count pulled the 'Murica card lmaoo

'Obviously im in. You're the only people in the world who like me' IM GONNA SOB GIVE CARL A HUG RN

OMG MARYANNE IS BACK

And her friend Margaret

Carl ur so fucking cute (he ssked if she wanted to play scrabble or something 😭😭😭)

OUR BOY IS DOIN IT

omg is Felicity gonna sleep with Margaret??

Lmfao the FUNNIEST SCENE

Ok so Carl comes out of his room in the morning, he turns around and the entire ship is standing there cheering, The Count is on the air and the nation (20 MILLION PEOPLE) are waiting with baited breath as to if Young Carl lost his virginity

The Count is asking him if he did it lmaoo

The Count: -and remember, the reply 'i don't wanna answer that question' means yes

Young Carl: im certainly not going to answer that question

Lmao John is reporting it as news 😭😭 'a nice young man has lost his virginity in the north sea'

Lmao Felicity and Margaret are popping their heads out of another door and everyones smiling GOOD FOR HER

Lmao they're leaving and Felicity is holding a huge sign that says I love you

Listen its the 70s lesbians gotta do what lesbians gotta do

Omg the govt raided the wrong ship 💀💀💀

Holy shit the engine just exploded on the ship as they were sailing away

'Ok the good news is the engine has just exploded and we're all going to die' Quenton NEVER misses

(The bad news is theyre gonna drown/freeze to death in the North Sea btw)

Theyre asking fans for help

Gavin: Here's a rather long record. I hope I'm here at the end of it.

FUCK

They're all grabbing the shit they can/stuff they want and can carry

Carl just ate shit oop

Oh wow the government isnt gonna save them bcs of 'costs'

Midnight Mark is a badass. Going through a sinking ship in leather pants?? Unmatched. Icon.

Lmao Angus is like 'i know nobody here particularly likes me but I'm glad to have known you all' and Simon is like 'no!! Everyone here likes you. Raise your hand if you like him'

And everyone does except Dave who tries and can't make himself do it so Simon says to be honest and everyone puts their hands down lmaoooo

Oh no where's Bob? Also Carl literally says 'where's my dad?' And i just wanna know if everyone knew beforehand or if that's how they found out who Carls dad is

Omg Bob had no clue the boat was sinking because he was listening to music

Bob just let go of your fucking case you are both DROWNING

Aww Dave saved Carl bcs he felt guilty about sleeping with Maryanne

God they're climbing up to the top of the ship now

Oh no the Count is gonna go down with the ship

Lmao Carl said fuck

FANS ARE COMING TO THE RESCUE

Theyre jumping in to swim to the rescue boats and Bob and Carl held hands to jump in together 😭😭

Gavins doing a backstroke lol

MARYANNE SAVED CARL (and kevin)

The rest of the ship is going under

THE COUNT RETURNS

EVERYONE'S ALIVE WOO

And the movies over, bye lol