Disc 1 of FFVIII took place in the span of a day and a half and your rival permanently scars your face, your school sends you to war for an assignment, you’re hired to kidnap a president, and directed to assassinate a sorceress and honestly if that’s not an example of going a mile a minute I don’t know what is
“Can I ask you a weird question” is one of my least favorite lead-ins to a conversation because I live in constant fear of how weird the question is going to be. I’d rather be obliquely insulted by my friends about my chest size a thousand times than have to field one real-life inquiry into whether I draw comics about cat yaoi on the Internet!
Last summer, my friends Trix and Sana were bemoaning the upcoming ‘Omegapause’, a scheduled break in activity leading up to the end of Homestuck. They wanted something to tide them over until the time came, to keep their fandom torches burning, and so Trix finally convinced me to do what she’d been trying to get me to do for almost a year: start a liveblog. And let me tell you, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Not only was the comic vastly deeper and more complex than I could have imagined, but the fandom community was vibrant, thriving, engaging, and most surprising of all, interested in what I had to say. My experience reading Homestuck wouldn’t be half as amazing if all of you weren’t along for the ride with me, encouraging me and sharing your insight. Even though it’s been less than a year, and I’m still not anywhere near the end of my journey, I feel like I have family in you guys. Thanks to you, I can truly call myself a Homestuck.
My End of Act 5 audio reaction will go up in just a few short hours, and I’m excited for you all to see it, but tomorrow isn’t about me or my liveblog. Tomorrow is about you: you loyal, patient multitude, artists and thinkers and lovers and dreamers all come together for one final celebration of that which joined us all as friends. However Homestuck ends, my hope is that it’s everything you’ve wished for, and more, because you deserve it.
Here’s to Homestuck, and here’s to you. Happy 413. I love you all.
Hi! You are going to be disappointed by this blog. It is just… something that is going to happen. There is definitely going to be stuff here that follows the general lines of the Chivalry Comics (dumb jokes, bad drawings, English literature, feminism and its discontents, anachronisms) but there is also stuff that won’t be relevant to your interests :( Then again I update twice a day at most, three times very rarely, so at least I won’t be clogging up your dash, I hope. I do tag everything, but just let me know if there’s other things or ways you’d like me to tag! Mostly it’s text post central around these parts, especially on weekdays. This is an incredibly boring blog. This is an incredibly boring blog.
As for continuing the Chivalry Comics, it will probably happen at some point because I have a bad habit of constantly returning to old jokes (…playthatsadtrombone followers can attest) but, you know, things happen when they happen, as they do, you know. I am fond of these two so I will definitely keep an eye out for possible continuation ideas. In the meanwhile, here is a picture of Lady Who Is Also a Knight preparing to rub a chicken butt all over Willowy Poet Boyfriend’s face.
New obsession: Disturbingly Adorable on Etsy (aka Jen and her son, James). These purses come in SO MANY fun prints including the startorial selection shown above. They also make larger purses, tote bags, and zipper pouches. Basically there’s no reason to not carry all your stuff in your star stuff.
Dana: oh uh Dana: like Dana: birds have a hard time making certain word noises bc they don’t have lips, so even if they 100% knew what they were saying they’d still sound super weird, right? Dana: basically i want to know if talon talks like a parrot
From this day forth, I ask all readers to please read all of Talon’s lines in this voice from now on:
Is there a word to express a feeling of “sincerely thankful, but not exactly happy” that you might get from such social interactions as:
someone holds the door open for you but you are a little too far away to approach it at a regular pace and also wearing shoes that haven’t broken in yet so every hurried step is agony
someone does part of your project for you out of the kindness of their heart but they don’t adhere to your methods of standardization and it’s not like you’re some sort of flawless wunderkind either but at least your doing it would have kept things self-consistent
someone kills a man for you and stands there drenched in his blood, heaving for breath, as the knife clatters to the ground from their nerveless grip and they whisper, I had to– I didn’t want to, but I had to–