friendly reminder that it’s okay to cry
i don’t care what happened, if a fictional character got hurt, or if an actor died, or if one of your friends made a ‘joke’ that hurt you, or you’re just having a shitty day, or even for no reason at all
it is always okay to cry
my chinese students really love english profanity because they dont get in trouble for it
i try to just ignore it so they don’t get a reaction and keep using it
but today during a creative writing exercise, a character was arguing with a dragon, and the kids needed to decide what the character would yell
this one kid raises his hand and calmly submits his suggestion of “f*ck you, you foolish dragon motherf*cker”
i dont know its just
its difficult not to react to that
“You know, science projects are just made by parents, right? My dad and I, one time we made a nucleus!”
hey friend. one day ur gonna be happy. one day ur gonna be sitting w someone u love in ur favourite place in the world and ur gonna think “wow. life is p great” and everything will be okay. but u gotta make it til then okay? just hang in there. u’ll be okay.
the tears of laughter I cry are real.
this truly is the best post on tumblr
"Well, what I’m I gonna do now? I’ve got your face tattooed on my arm!"
HERE IT IS, HERE IS THE MARCOMPILATION
do you ever drop something and instead of picking it back up you just stare at on the ground and think about what a failure you are
i want a dangan ronpa au where junko is a rly mediocre mastermind so she just hangs out in the vents of the school and forms terrible schemes to cause despair. like delay lunch by ten minutes. change the temperature by five degrees occasionally. and she laughs maniacally to herself and mukuro is just like wtf
someone goes “hey it’s kinda hot in here” “yeah it’s kinda uncomfortable”
from deep within the school, junko whispers “despair”
How come a girl can wear guys clothes and look cute or wear a suit and look hot, but when a guy wears a dress or a skirt it’s weird?
because our society thinks it’s degrading to be feminine
note to self: “love yourself” does not mean spend $40 on chinese food when you’re broke
who am i kidding yes it does. never listen to me
well i ran out of 25 macbook pros and DSLR cameras during my last give away haha but i got something new now. we got ten brand new helicopters the other day and i’m giving one away to one of my followers at the end of this week. someone will get a new in shrinkwrap bell oh-58 helicopter but you gotta do the paper work yourself
So I have a story to tell.
That story is about a man whose name I do not know, but he is not a Homestuck. I don’t know if he plans to read Homestuck. He might, after the events of this convention. But I will be explaining this as I go along, so please bear with me.
On Friday, as I was running around being a derp and enjoying myself, I ran into a cool dude in a very familiar cosplay. And I decided to actually be brave, since I’d had pretty good luck running up to people and asking them for hugs already that day. So I walked up to him, and I informed him that there was a particular photoshoot happening later in the day that he might want to attend.
He arrived at the Homestuck photoshoot just as the ship shoot was about to begin. He was standing at the top of the stairs, watching, when the two lovely ladies running the shoot (seerofsarcasm and cancerously, who are fantastic people by the way) stood up and announced that they had a special guest today.
As soon as they called his name, everyone started chanting. EVERYONE did. He made it two steps down and stopped, and the look on his face was amazing. Stunned, honored. He regained his balance after a moment, threw back his head, and did the rooster-call, and the yells of “BANGARANG!!!” from the gathered Homestucks went out in return.
He came back on Saturday for a photoshoot that was twice, nearly three times as big as the one on Friday, to an equally vibrant and warm reception. That night, he came to Promstuck and danced with a Tavros, before slipping off into the night to go get some well-deserved rest.
The point of this story, ladies and gents, is this. Imagine your life before Homestuck (I know, it’s hard, but think hard with me for a second). Imagine showing up to a convention in a costume you’re not sure anyone is going to recognize, purely because you love the character. And then imagine being received with such warmth and admiration and love, by enough people to make your head spin. Imagine them chanting your character’s name, awed that you’re even there to join them.
Our fandom made that man’s day, and possibly his entire convention. We welcomed him, even though he had no idea who the fuck we were or what the fuck we stood for, and he felt welcomed and appreciated. That’s something we can be proud of, I think.
It’s stories like these that regain my hope in the fandom- We aren’t all bad, and sometimes we can be the nicest, sweetest collection of people that truly care.