urban-anchorite.livejournal.co…urban-anchorite.livejournal.co…Sweet jegus dripping sultry fruit juices down a popsicle stick, this is my favourite thing to emerge from the roiling clusterturd of the Homestuck fandom. It combines my biggest love and my biggest obsession.
Things that happened while I read through it:
- I fell off my chair laughing.
- My face hit the keyboard. Because I was laughing.
- I was struck by the sudden urge to
illustrate everything.
- The roommate opened the door, looked inside, and sloooooooowly backed out. (I was laughing)
- Tears may have been shed in commemoration of the intensity of the laughter.
- No progress was made on academics stuff. ABSOLUTELY NONE.
To understand (but not really): I am a Scorpio. I've played trumpet in marching band for the last eight years (TRUMPETS ARE THE BEST THEY ARE ALL SUPER SEXY and have huge egos). VRISKA ALSO PLAYS TRUMPET and she runs around in a sports bra
all the time and is obnoxious and has screaming competitions and I was crying on the inside at how perfectly that this (inadvertently) mirrors my life. Basically, IT IS MADE OF DESTINY. I'd continue to wax romantic for this awful lovechild if I didn't want to ruin anybody else's enjoyment.
70% of my grade in Tropical Ecology is happening over the next week and a half (gah) (two fifteen-page research papers and a three-essay final) and I need to hunker down for this but
marchingstuck is what I will live for. Swearing off HS fandom until finals are over (starting now, derp) - including dA.
Bye.