SVTFOE Gift of the Card recap/thoughts

So now Ms. Heinous is living at the “Better Than Nothing Apartments.” “I heard that the first one checked in gets her own room” (just my own little call back toSt. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses) But I guess Ms. Heinous didn’t because she is sharing an apartment with her Assistant.

And now introducing the newest reptilian hotstepper: Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne. Pffft. I know it’s supposed to be threatening, but his name is just too hilarious.

Anyhow, hot pants over here is hired to destroy Star and capture “Princess” Turdina/Marco and bring him to Henious, seeing as he was the rebel-rouser started a revolution and took down Heinous’s “prissy, finishing school.” Star was there too, of course, but I think Heinous only took notice of Marco’s actions more  

So, Rasputin, I mean Rasticore inserts the bobby pin Marco left, covered Marco’s lovely DNA, into his interdimensional DNA tracker, like I didn’t know those things got United States coverage/maps. But seeing as how Toffee has some similar tech, whatever.But seriously, who makes all the Mewni tech? The Compact cellphones, these tracker gizmos, etc. that mewman or monster must be making serious cash.

And if he has this nice tech, why doesn’t he get a decent working chainsaw, I’m just saying.

After Full Metal Lizard Man has left the building, Miss Heinous sends her starving Assistant to the store for some much needed……hair dye. Even thought the Lady is clearly not WORTH IT (hair commercial joke).

I’m sorta thinking that she’s gonna try to disguise herself and hair dye is one piece of the diguise? If that stuff is even hair dye, I mean, her hair is white, right?

Cut to the Diaz Residence, with Starshine and Janna-Bo Banna snooping through Marco’s Space Unicorn Wallet,  continuity is so cute~

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She says, “putting things into perspective, none of this matters much. Next month I will meet another boy who’s learnt to say what I want to hear, to tell me I’m pretty and smart and everything he’s looking for.”

“Next year I’ll have fallen in love maybe once, twice or a million times, with each stranger on every train. I’ll have laughed and cried myself to sleep over stupid things that aren’t worth remembering and sat up all night feeling numb when I should be on top of the world.”

“‘Put things into perspective’ my mother says. ‘You are young. In the grand scheme of things, none of this will matter.’ But in the grand scheme of things, I am smaller than a spec of dust and my tears mean nothing at all. I will swear my love is infinite but then in a universe where infinity is a minimum, how is perspective supposed to make me feel better?”

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #146
The signs as green day lyrics

Aries: I’m not growing up I’m just burning out

Taurus: Home is where your heart is but what a shame, cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same

Gemini: Its something unpredictable, but in the end its right

Cancer: She’s all alone again, wiping the tears from her eyes, somedays he feels like dyin’, she gets so sick of cryin’

Leo: And there’s nothing wrong with me, this is how I’m supposed to be

Virgo: I’m a mess and you’re a work of art

Libra: Talk is cheap and lies are expensive

Scorpio: Shut your mouth cause you’re talking too much and I don’t give a fuck anyway

Sagittarius: Everything isn’t meant to be okay

Capricorn: Speechless and redundant cause “I love you"s not enough, I’m lost for words

Aquarius: Sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen

Pisces: Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright


I was cleaning through my “June” folder and found a lot of unfinished stuff… Most of it I threw away, but this one I wanted to finish. :D I was supposed to upload this around the same time I posted the “slightly more realistic Elsa” GIF, but for some reason did not. 

Program used: Adobe After Effects CC

OBS: These edits were created simply to give me a chance to practice my manipulation/anatomy skills. Nothing more, nothing less. They are NOT meant to be “better than the original” or “what it should have looked like”, or serve as a general negative critique on the respective movies’ animation styles.

I remember something Hussie posted on…  I think it was his old Formspring? I’m not sure, maybe it was somewhere else. I’m paraphrasing, but it was something along the lines of:

“Homestuck is meant to be a story that’s also a puzzle. I don’t think all stories should be like that, but some stories should be.”

And that really hits home right now. Homestuck has always been what pretentious literary types would call ergodic literature. It’s not meant to be a straightforward story, it’s supposed to require effort in interpreting it, and leaves room for many different interpretations. That doesn’t make it better than other stories, but it doesn’t make it worse either. It’s a whole different medium that can’t really be viewed the same way you would a traditional narrative. It’s just really hard not to view it that way, as traditional narratives are really all we know.

But it started as a puzzle, and it ended as a puzzle, and if nothing else, I applaud Hussie for sticking to his vision of what the story should be, even if it wasn’t what many of us wanted it to be.

Homestuck did plenty of things wrong. I have a lot of criticisms for it, especially for Act 6. But it also did many things amazingly well, and it completely altered the way I think about storytelling (not to mention that it changed my life in many other ways).

As hard as it is to not be disappointed by this conclusion, it’s almost harder to be disappointed by it. Homestuck is still as great as it ever was, because it stayed true to the philosophy it was built on.


I’m actually suppose to be drawing other things and other comics right now but…

Nothing but sinning. That’s the No Mercy run.

Also, for the record, this video already exists and it’s amazing. And honestly way better than any comic that I could draw. This shit’s so good.

I just. I just feel this concept on such a deep and emotional level. …. Probably why I did this one as well.

Ugh, okay, I’m sinning in hell, but I’m taking you with me, Friend.

That dialogue from In Search of the Crystal...
  • Obi Wan:Their base must be close by.
  • Anakin:I'll contact Ahsoka, maybe she can...
  • Anakin:*breaks off, realizing his mistake*
  • Obi Wan:*concerned* Anakin?
  • Anakin:*sigh* Forget about it. She's gone.
  • Obi Wan:Anakin, do you want to talk about it?
  • Anakin:What's there to talk about?
  • Obi Wan:Nothing I suppose. It's.... Perhaps we should set up camp. Sound like a plan?
  • Anakin:*sadly* Whatever you say, Master.
  • Later:Obi Wan watches Anakin make a fire. He's concerned.
  • Obi Wan:Anakin. Dwelling on Ahsoka's decision won't bring her back.
  • Anakin:I miss her, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say? I still can't understand how she could have left the Order.
  • Obi Wan:It was a surprise decision to all of us.
  • Anakin:It was wrong! She's a Jedi. She belongs with us. She's one of us.
  • Obi Wan:She made the decision, Anakin.
  • Anakin:*angry* Well what choice did we give her? The moment there were any suspicions about her loyalty the Council turned their back on her.
  • Obi Wan:I would grant you mistakes were made. But she chose to leave. Part of the Jedi way is not letting emotion cloud your better judgement. And that's precisely what Ahsoka did. Even in her most critical moment.
  • Anakin:...
  • Obi Wan:Why don't you get some rest?
  • Anakin:I'm not tired. You can rest, Master. I'll keep first watch.
  • Obi Wan:Well then. I'll accept your kind offer. *lays down on ground* You can't take responsibility for Ahsoka's decision, Anakin.
  • Anakin:How would you feel if I turned into a major disappointment?
  • Obi Wan:It's not the same.
  • Anakin:It's precisely the same. You took me under your wing and practically raised me. I'm your padawan. Just like Ahsoka was mine. How well would you sleep knowing I failed you?
  • Obi Wan:Not very well I imagine. Luckily that isn't true. And never will be.
In answer to: “What are we just not supposed to kill ANY LGBT characters ever again?”

No. Stop. I have a way better idea than that, let’s make a deal: A lovely, simple, easy 10% deal. You make 10% of shows have a lead character who is LGBT and you can start killing LGBT side characters in other shows (you don’t kill off the lead in shows, so the 10% of shows with LGBT leads would all be safe until the show ends). Seems fair right? Not even FAIR exactly, that’s such a small percentage. 10%! That’s NOTHING! 

A quick google search reveals that in 2014 (because I can’t be arsed to find more recent data and that’s right in a Daily Beast article that was really popular) there were 352 scripted TV shows in the US. That’s 352 shows with casts and budgets and scripts. 

10% of 352 rounded nicely is 35. 

I want 35 scripted shows on US television where the lead – not a supporting character, not a guest star, the LEAD, the TOP OF THE TICKET, THE BIGGEST HEAD ON THE POSTER – is LGBT. You could do one of each (l g b and t) and still have 31 slots left. 

Can you imagine the FIELD DAY that the LGBT community would have if next year included 35 shows with leads who were LGBT? How out of our minds excited we would be? What possibility for diversity of story and intersectionality and a wide range of stories would exist if we had 35 WHOLE SHOWS who’s leads were LGBT every year?

Ridiculous, when you put it that way. 10% is such a tiny fraction and yet right now people would LOSE THEIR MINDS for 35 shows with lead characters who fall somewhere under the LGBT umbrella. THR and Deadline and everyone would write think pieces about what a groundbreaking year it was for LGBT people, 35 SHOWS! WHAT A WEALTH. 

Meanwhile, cis straight leads drop from 352 to 317. You’d all still keep 317 leads all to yourself. We’re not asking for much. A TINY FRACTION of what you get all the time, every year, without ever asking. 

Call Hollywood and tell them we want a 10% deal. 


It’s fine if the missing pieces aren’t the ones I lost. In fact, I rather like that the Light from my heart walks beside me, instead of staying inside like most peoples’.  I just don’t want to be missing any pieces anymore.   Having a real heart that works like it’s supposed to is something you people take for granted. 

…Except for the Nobodies.  I can relate to their problem.  I almost think it would be better to feel nothing at all, than to just feel all the worst that the heart has to offer, and then to have all of it come spilling out of you because your heart looks like a sieve. 

The “Ideal” Cardassian: Dukat vs Garak

I know it’s been touched upon before that Dukat is “the ideal Cardassian” in regards to appearance since the species design was originally conceived with Mark Alaimo in mind. I mean… 

That’s a lot of neck. 

But it’s interesting to note that Dukat is the farthest thing from the ideal Cardassian in most other respects. 

Cardassians are known for their family values. “Nothing is more important than family.” 

With that in mind, you’d think 

he’d be better about using 

a goddamn condom!

More important however is that Cardassians are supposed to put the State first. But Dukat has proven he places his own ego over what’s best for Cardassia.

Dukat wanted power and made a deal with the devil to do it. 

No no no… the OTHER deal with the devil!

THERE she is! 

It should be noted that Dukat made the alliance with the Dominion secretly. The Cardassian Union is hardly known for its democratic values. But this occurred between 2372 and 2373 when Cardassia was actually being ruled by the Detapa Counsel. Dukat made an alliance with the founders with the condition that he would be promoted from military adviser to the ruler of Cardassia. 

Now this line of thought brings me to my favorite asshole. 

Strange as it may be, I’d argue that Garak is an extremely moral character when measured by Cardassian standards. 

Garak makes his choices in context of only two factors: survival and Cardassia.

Garak aided the escape of Natima Lang and Tekeny Ghemor. In “Profit and Loss” Garak sites his love of Cardassia as his motivation and further eludes to the idea that “treason, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.” Garak has gone against the wishes of Cardassia’s governing body in order to do right by the Cardassian people. 

We almost never see Garak experience crushing guilt. He is extremely comfortable with murder. 

Sometimes he even seems to… rather enjoy it. 

So what weighs heavy on the heart of a ruthless assasin?

Betraying Cardassia puts such a tole on Garak’s conscience that he suffers a psychological breakdown. 

Garak and Dukat serve as foils and highlight the difference between the appearance of what a Cardassian is and what Cardassian core ideals really are. 

The day of Emma’s birth her name appears on Regina’s wrist, a slight stinging alarming her. She stares down at the letters, neatly written in cursive, and gasps, knowing exactly who the name belongs to. Her mind immediately wanders to Snow, her archenemy, and she closes her eyes, trying to take it all in.

Emma, she thinks, she’s just a baby, and a tear manages to escape and trail down her cheek in despair. She would never get her happy ending, fate had tricked her once again, had played a cruel prank on her and she was left to pick up the broken pieces that were her life.

The first time she sees her, really sees her, her soul mate, everything falls into place, everything feels right. She might just be a baby, Regina thinks, but she would find a way to be with her and that’s how they end up in Storybrooke, where time stands still for everyone; everyone but her.

The price is high, she gave up her own magic for this curse, but it’s worth it and when the tower clock starts ticking again, it’s the day of Emma’s 28th birthday, Regina breathes a sigh of relief because she knows the waiting has come to an end and when she meets her later that day she smiles, seeing the bright young woman she has become, and knows that this is the day she finally beat fate for good.

Now that I am almost never the youngest person in any room I realize that what I miss most about those times is the very thing that drove me so mad back when I was living in them. What I miss is the feeling that nothing has started yet, that the future towers over the past, that the present is merely a planning phase for the gleaming architecture that will make up the skyline of the rest of my life. But what I forget is the loneliness of all that. If everything is ahead then nothing is behind. You have no ballast. You have no tailwinds either. You hardly ever know what to do, because you’ve hardly done anything. I guess this is why wisdom is supposed to be the consolation prize of aging. It’s supposed to give us better things to do than stand around and watch in disbelief as the past casts long shadows over the future.
—  Meghan Daum, “Not What It Used to Be” (from The Unspeakable, via Brain Pickings)