lol, poor Finland.
Every day with Sweden is Halloween to him.
lol, poor Finland.
Every day with Sweden is Halloween to him.
I fucking love the first act of Homestuck. I started chuckling a few pages in; once the sylladex shenanigans started I laughed like a drain until the end of the act. I loved the simplistic art, the sylladex jokes and shenanigans, the prim-yet-goofball style of narration, and the silliness of John and his friends. So, I get a little annoyed when I see people complaining about the first act (it’s slow, it’s random, it’s pointless) because what are you talking about, it is awesome you blasphemers!!!
At the same time, I can understand why people feel that way about Act One — it’s packed full of really, really nerdy cultural references and jokes that a lot of folks are just not going to get. The art is heavily evocative of sprites from 1990s-era console RPGs; the introduction and narration is heavily evocative of text adventures; the whole sylladex thing is a mashup of the limitations and frustrations of every rpg and adventure inventory system ever, with a little data structure annoyance thrown in.
And then there’s the pop culture references! Terezi scribbles over silly ads and TV screencaps from the 80s and John is constantly referencing movies from the 80s and 90s. Much of the storyline aesthetic is heavily reminicent of 90s console RPGs, especially Earthbound, and the music is most definitely heavily influenced by those games.
Most of this is unfamiliar territory to people who aren’t gamers, or who aren’t familiar with games made in the 80s and 90s, or who just weren’t old enough in the 80s or 90s for pop culture to sink heavily into their psyches. Lots of the meta structure of Homestuck is built on these things, and for people without that frame of reference, it’s pretty likely act one is going to seem especially random.
But man, I love that shit. I am a huge nerd who grew up during the 80s and 90s. I suffered through those ads, I watched some of those movies, I played those games and raged at those inventory systems. For me, act one is a fucking riot and I laugh my ass off every time that razor goes flying out of John’s sylladex. I
pity the the foolspeople who can’t get that enjoyment out of it.
This is a good post. Act One was awesome, and I personally thought it was hilarious. I’m pretty familiar with nineties and eighties stuff (not to mention laughing at jokes I don’t fully understand, sign), and a lot of the early action reminded me of playing the sims. I was waiting for Rose to trap John in a tiny box with no food or water. Plus, dude, the bathtub thing. HOW IS THAT NOT GODDAMN AMUSING. Also the very lovely piano refrain. And John’s silly disguises. Act One isn’t my favorite act ever, because I love all of Homestuck equally (even the confusing Midnight Crew interlude), but it’s a huge highlight, and I hate that people seem to get stuck on it so much. :/
I’m listening to this one album they did that’s ENTIRELY CREEPY CIRCUS-Y MUSIC. I love creepy circus music! This stuff is like if sober!Gamzee met Pennywise the Dancing Clown and took a detour for the Dark Woods Circus. Lotsa calliope music and evil choirs and deep brassy organs and little children laughter.
I think I might be in love.
The monster you become:
Who you will challenge:
Submitted by: allanime01
The monster I become:
My friend’s reaction:
My love interest:
Who challenges me to a battle to the death:
I bet you money that no one there dresses like a slutty nurse.
No witch costumes though. And I bet you the ghosts would be offended if you tried to dress up like them.
Oh well, guess you’d have to live with lots and lots of magical candy!
So, I have these hugs just sitting around…
And I figured, well…
I’m not using them…
And someone else would just love those hugs…
So I’m giving them out…
Who wants one.
And they come in warm…
Best thing is…
And supply will never…
So here’s a giveaway…
Reblog for hugs!
Warning: This interlude is rated R for drug use and detailed depictions of violence. It has also been cross-posted to LiveJournal in case it’s too difficult to read on Tumblr, and can be found here.
Sherlock is four-and-a-half steps into Victor’s hotel suite when he realizes he won’t be going home tonight. On the sixth step, he thinks about sending a follow-up next to John. A throwaway comment might work well: all-nighter incoming, here’s Molly’s terrible coffee. (No cream, two sugars—why can’t she remember something so simple? Not as if you have trouble with it, John!) No, wouldn’t be a good idea. Could be exposed as a lie. When it’s least convenient, too. Typical. Doesn’t want to lie to John—in fact, he hasn’t lied more than is necessary. Lies of omission aren’t true lies, are they? Would John even care about the truth? Possibly. Might not think Sherlock trusts him. Sherlock knows that is preposterous but he feels the most peculiar anxiety about John finding out where he is.
Victor shuts the door quietly. Seems so final. Not a bang, but a whimper. “Do you want anything to drink?” He walks by, less than a meter away. Body language says everything right now. Correction: might not get home until tomorrow afternoon. Not bothering to hide his tells from Sherlock, not that Victor ever really could.
I like that, Sherlock thinks, smiling, glad that he can think something coherent. Much too much noise inside his skull for the most part. Too many thoughts. Buzzing. A buzzing din. Each thought is a bee going in and out of the labyrinthine honeycomb in his head. They’re a furious, roiling mass of buzzing buzzing buzzing.
Hudson’s face going blue-black as Sherlock hits him again. A subcutaneous bruise isn’t enough. Frequency of blue light is anywhere between 631 and 668 Terahertz. Creating an intramuscular bruise isn’t enough either, but he can’t hit Hudson any harder with his riding crop. Should take longer than two weeks for these bruises to heal. No, wrong, he was wrong: he is hitting harder; feels angry all over again; about to turn Hudson into a walking hematoma. Yes, internal bleeding. Oh, Sherlock watches the colors spread. Hudson will need to have the blood drained out from under his skin. Will be incredibly painful to the touch, won’t be touching his John again. Three-dimensional pain—still not good enough. Sherlock can’t breathe. (Not good enough.) Harder. HARDER. HARDER!!! Bruising his own palm on the braided leather handle. Riding crop designed by Mark Todd, a New Zealand equestrian. Didn’t cost Sherlock more than £40, can’t—remember when he got it exactly—
Victor’s voice cuts through the noise, using a frequency which won’t get drowned out. (A special setting, John is yet to discover it.) “Are you refusing to speak tonight?” he asks.
I’m just going to be over here fangirling for a while.
So…I seem to have a lot more followers than I woke up to yesterday. Last night I fell asleep almost as soon as I got home (after watching Nosferatu with my brother), so I didn’t check tumblr. Holy crap, there are a lot of you. Thank you all so much for following me! I’m a bit overwhelmed by it all, to be honest. I just wanted to thank all of you for your support and praise for my story, and to say hi. So, hi! Feel free to drop me a line about anything, I always have an open ear for anything you want to say. If you’re here for the story, don’t forget to leave constructive criticism! I learn more every day, so even after years of writing I still appreciate a little instruction.
And for all of my followers, new and old, I love you all very much!
I actually really enjoy reading this. It’s really cute. .w. But I have to tell you, my only real criticism I have is that while Dave is indeed from Texas, he’s from Houston Texas. Which means he’s from the city. Which means he doesn’t actually have a Texan accent. I think that your John is fine for fifteen and so is Dave. .w. I’m all of the excited for the next part.
Thank you so much! I’m working on the next part of the story as we speak. Also, thanks for the info on the accent, I’m not really from the area, but I am from the south, so I know how easy that twang is to pick up. I’ll drop the accent thing for now, and I might go back and edit it out later, but I’ll leave it in for now, okay?
Again, thank you so much for the critique and the praise! I’ll do my best to deliver the next part shortly.
fruitbeverage said: god i remember my time on gaia. it was fun, but never again. never. again.
I hear ya, sista, I hear ya.
Gonna write more gaiastuck
Insert “were doing this man were making this happen” joke here.