You can take the stuck away from home....
May. 18th, 2023 01:06 amOkay the YouTube algo has brought unto me Homestuck Music, and...fuck. I think it might be time to give it a reread.
This is a terrible idea. It's seven thousand pages long. It's an incomprehensible nightmare mess. The last time I tried this, I had to keep a specific file running just to try and keep track of all the important links to the Lore. I would probably do this round with the wiki open in the next tab over.
Oh, and have I mentioned I want to get back into Tumblr?
So we'll see. On the one hand, there are probably better works out there, and less messy fandoms, and Hussie is just kinda...awful? Pretty sure we've settled on Hussie being sorta awful. (in the here and now, they might be the most shameful part of the fandom, and that's saying a _lot_. Okay fine, and fucking up hotels with grey paint, yeah fine.)
But...
...like...
...man.
Homestuck is probably the most serious I've ever been into a fandom. I've done three different cosplays for it! Do you know how many cosplays I've done total ever? Like...four? five? Yeah, we're talking majority, not just plurality. I've gone to meetups, and hung out with other fans, and read tons and tons of fan theories and reblogged fanart and just...been a part of it all.
I mean, for fuck's sakes, I still carry around a wee little Scalemate plushie handmade for me by my Kismesis, and if you don't know what those capitalized words mean, that's fine, that's normal, but this is in my brain and is _never going to go away_.
(sidebar: I am pretty sure that Scalemate plushie is how I originally met Tuesday. Like...probably we would've met eventually in passing at Pinewoods or whatever, but without the fact that we'd been casual internet friends for So Damn Long after meeting at a NEFFA after her going like "hey cool scalemate"...yeahhh. So yep. This is what this fandom has done for me, I'm not gonna not be at least a little grateful to it.)
Did I ever tell y'all about the worksheet I made way-back-when for my adult-student class where it was all word problems and I used exclusively troll names for it? I have _no idea_ if I can even dig that up again, but it's exactly on the line of "oh cringe" and "this fucking rules, I'm great". No shame, yanno? And that's really it right there, that I'm willing to give this a reread because I'm not ashamed of being a 'stuck.
I mean...I am because we all very deeply are, it's part of the whole thing I think, that we get into this because we have a very specific humiliation fetish. D-> L3t M3 T3ll You 4bout Hom3stuck says the trash. (What, I should be embarrassed for combining three quirks into one? Fight me, that's the two I've cosplayed and the one I always wanted to, I know what I'm about son.)
But the shame is part of the acting, the fandom, and it's not actually really true. In college I got _really_ into this giant fucking story. I wasn't alone being into it. I watched it break fucking Newgrounds and cheered because of how gorram cool it was! I hung out with a whooooole lot of children, and then we sent them away and spent time together in a bar with just the 21+s and all of that was Very Good Actually.
So yeah. It's time to revisit. And I don't know exactly what this means in the grander scheme of my brain --maybe I just want to retreat to things being less complicated? Except that's hardly true, since I got into it _just_ before the first gigapause pre-Cascade, like, right in the middle of Shoosh-Pap. And that would've been the summer after graduating college, sleeping on Ezri and Genni's couch, not technically having a job or anything lined up, only owning a bed because I had friends willing to give me their old futon mattress. (It took another full year to get a frame, and another year after that to actually buy a real bed!).
Life was *not* less complicated then. It probably wasn't less stressful. Hilariously I just took a break to dig up my words from when I thought Cascade aired and see if I wrote about it. I didn't! But in the same batch of time I wrote some words about gender + SCD and _holy shit_ my life has not changed at all in the last twelve years, has it?
(that's a lie. It has, in multitudes of ways, mostly lovely.)
Anyways.
I've hit 750words of rambling, and it's time for me to wrap things up, without getting too overwhelmed by nostalgia-binging on my 21 year old self. Maybe this will be my end-of-school present to myself or something. Finish my Really Important Work Thing, get to read seven thousand pages of comics thrown together by a madman using Microsoft Paint? Seems like a fair trade to me.
Goodnight loves. <>
~Sor
MOOP!
(edited to update a pronoun)
This is a terrible idea. It's seven thousand pages long. It's an incomprehensible nightmare mess. The last time I tried this, I had to keep a specific file running just to try and keep track of all the important links to the Lore. I would probably do this round with the wiki open in the next tab over.
Oh, and have I mentioned I want to get back into Tumblr?
So we'll see. On the one hand, there are probably better works out there, and less messy fandoms, and Hussie is just kinda...awful? Pretty sure we've settled on Hussie being sorta awful. (in the here and now, they might be the most shameful part of the fandom, and that's saying a _lot_. Okay fine, and fucking up hotels with grey paint, yeah fine.)
But...
...like...
...man.
Homestuck is probably the most serious I've ever been into a fandom. I've done three different cosplays for it! Do you know how many cosplays I've done total ever? Like...four? five? Yeah, we're talking majority, not just plurality. I've gone to meetups, and hung out with other fans, and read tons and tons of fan theories and reblogged fanart and just...been a part of it all.
I mean, for fuck's sakes, I still carry around a wee little Scalemate plushie handmade for me by my Kismesis, and if you don't know what those capitalized words mean, that's fine, that's normal, but this is in my brain and is _never going to go away_.
(sidebar: I am pretty sure that Scalemate plushie is how I originally met Tuesday. Like...probably we would've met eventually in passing at Pinewoods or whatever, but without the fact that we'd been casual internet friends for So Damn Long after meeting at a NEFFA after her going like "hey cool scalemate"...yeahhh. So yep. This is what this fandom has done for me, I'm not gonna not be at least a little grateful to it.)
Did I ever tell y'all about the worksheet I made way-back-when for my adult-student class where it was all word problems and I used exclusively troll names for it? I have _no idea_ if I can even dig that up again, but it's exactly on the line of "oh cringe" and "this fucking rules, I'm great". No shame, yanno? And that's really it right there, that I'm willing to give this a reread because I'm not ashamed of being a 'stuck.
I mean...I am because we all very deeply are, it's part of the whole thing I think, that we get into this because we have a very specific humiliation fetish. D-> L3t M3 T3ll You 4bout Hom3stuck says the trash. (What, I should be embarrassed for combining three quirks into one? Fight me, that's the two I've cosplayed and the one I always wanted to, I know what I'm about son.)
But the shame is part of the acting, the fandom, and it's not actually really true. In college I got _really_ into this giant fucking story. I wasn't alone being into it. I watched it break fucking Newgrounds and cheered because of how gorram cool it was! I hung out with a whooooole lot of children, and then we sent them away and spent time together in a bar with just the 21+s and all of that was Very Good Actually.
So yeah. It's time to revisit. And I don't know exactly what this means in the grander scheme of my brain --maybe I just want to retreat to things being less complicated? Except that's hardly true, since I got into it _just_ before the first gigapause pre-Cascade, like, right in the middle of Shoosh-Pap. And that would've been the summer after graduating college, sleeping on Ezri and Genni's couch, not technically having a job or anything lined up, only owning a bed because I had friends willing to give me their old futon mattress. (It took another full year to get a frame, and another year after that to actually buy a real bed!).
Life was *not* less complicated then. It probably wasn't less stressful. Hilariously I just took a break to dig up my words from when I thought Cascade aired and see if I wrote about it. I didn't! But in the same batch of time I wrote some words about gender + SCD and _holy shit_ my life has not changed at all in the last twelve years, has it?
(that's a lie. It has, in multitudes of ways, mostly lovely.)
Anyways.
I've hit 750words of rambling, and it's time for me to wrap things up, without getting too overwhelmed by nostalgia-binging on my 21 year old self. Maybe this will be my end-of-school present to myself or something. Finish my Really Important Work Thing, get to read seven thousand pages of comics thrown together by a madman using Microsoft Paint? Seems like a fair trade to me.
Goodnight loves. <>
~Sor
MOOP!
(edited to update a pronoun)