Honestly, I’m not surprised that 17776 has been such a hit with the kids. I mean, yeah, on the one hand, it’s deeply, deeply abstruse, and a lot of its subject matter is highly unlikely to be relatable to anyone under 30 – but on the other hand, it’s a pretentious brainfuck of a story told entirely in the form of colour-coded chatlogs from a bunch of pop-culture-obsessed weirdos, intercut with found-image collages, severe abuse of the infinite canvas, and the occasional video. Where have we seen that before?
Aries: a gemini, possibly in cahoots with a scorpio
Taurus: a scorpio
Gemini: immortal
Cancer: a capricorn
Leo: a capricorn
Virgo: an aquarius
Libra: a capricorn
Scorpio: a libra
Sagittarius: a capricorn
Capricorn: cannot be killed
Aquarius: a virgo
Pisces: an aquarius
sarcastic theory shitpost: post-retcon HS’s increasingly disturbing treatment of harassment and consent was not in fact the result of the author getting lazier and/or scuzzier but was in fact a representation of how, by hewing to the alpha timeline and Skaia’s will, the characters objectified themselves
It was always scuzzy. Vriska sexually assaulted Tavros and no one cared. Plus, I’m sad to say, there’s Equius and his treatment of Aradia.
There’s a reason I said scuzzier.
There’s at least like, an attempt occasionally with earlier stuff to indicate that it’s a problem. Tavros, Dirk, and Aradia are not happy about their treatment by Vriska, Roxy, and Equius, for example. (Although Roboradia then goes ahead and kisses him anyway, so ymmv.) HIC’s treatment of the Helmsman is pretty clearly fucked up, and Mindfang and the Dolorosa is romanticized because Mindfang’s writing it. Far be it from me to defend many of AH’s sketchier choices, but there at least, it was trending differently than it trends later.
Now, obviously I’m not saying every narrative has to have a footnote saying “this behavior is bad”. That’s… not how fiction works. But I do think especially post-retcon harassment and assault is played way more as positive, funny, and excusable. Jasprose catcalling Jane (someone who’s already been shown to be uncomfortable with her body) is played off with comical 😮 reactions and set up as more ‘lol that quirky catgirl’. D/avepeta kissing Jade is fine because ‘she didn’t mind’ and besides part of them dated a version of her, and that means they can kiss her whenever they want, right? And then of course there’s the unnecessary crotch shots for Jake. The shift seems to be that in post-retcon, there’s absolutely no indication the author thinks this is a problem at all, and it is instead used as a joke or a positive thing. It’s just… unsettling.
There’s consent issues or themes of control in other places as well but in terms of the sexual harassment, that’s the stuff that sticks out most to me.
Then there’s Porrim touching Kankri without his permission and Kankri’s supposed to be a brat for getting angry
Never thought of the Davepeta problem before. Good point.
I don’t recall that but then I started skimming over a bunch of Kankri logs after they started mocking different orientations.
do i have any homestucks (besides the obvious) even still following me? anyways give me vrisnep headcanons?
that’s a terrible ship and I hate you for summoning the thought into my mind out of the ether.
anyway – au where nepeta waits for vriska to go out flarping and kills her lusus, getting somewhat injured in the process but recovering anyway because (naturally) cats have nine lives :33.
vriska goes berserk with rage and attempts to hunt nepeta down across the forests and caves of alternia to exact an even worse revenge, but nepeta knows the land and has superior vision in the dark, and by the time she actually catches up to nepeta she’s exhausted and hungry and miserable and has had a chance to think about some shit.
“you’re furee :33 have some roast [bizarre alternian animal]” says nepeta, courteously, and vriska makes her punch herself in the face a few times before she completely runs out of steam and can’t mind control shit, faceplanting and shrieking into the dirt for a few solid minutes.
nepeta pawses, licks her wounds, kicks vriska over onto her back and clubs her right in the mouth with [alternian rum ham equivalent], and waits until vriska grudgingly starts chewing on it, then sits on her legs.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” vriska asks, somewhat rhetorically. “no8ody asked you to meddle in my fucking 8usiness. like, who died and made you the Empress, huh? what made your puny little 8rain think it was a good idea to cross me?” irritatingly, nepeta giggles. “shut the fuck up, I’m interrogating you! why did you do it?”
nepeta grins. she has very sharp teeth, and her eyes are like yellow lamps in the dim firelight. “the same reason everyone hunts, silly. the glory of the kill.”
vriska swallows. nepeta goes ^w^.
“… you know what?” vriska says, a hint of something that might be admiration in her voice. “you might 8e as crazy as I am.”
“fat chance,” nepeta sniffs. then she tilts her head. “what are you gonna do, now that you don’t have to feed her?”
vriska has been trying to find an answer to that question for the past six nights she’s been pursuing nepeta through the godforsaken wilderness. she still doesn’t have an answer.
“Kick your ass,” she says.
“you can try,” nepeta offers, charitably.
“8uild my own ship and explore the universe.”
“i don’t think mister mustard likes you enough to cart you around, though.”
“Destroy the Empire.”
“… what for?” nepeta asks, perking up a bit with interest.
vriska stops gnawing on the bone and tosses it into the fire, settling her hands behind her head. her eyes wander to the entrance of the cave, and the black sky littered with stars.
“… Same reason every8ody hunts,” she says, and grins.
Someday I’d like a compendium of Shit Sburb Does So Kid-Gods Die Young. In the first place, targeting kids who want to play a game for a huge responsibility. Separating them from their guardians, wanting the new world to have no godly help growing or knowingly preparing for the next session, the God Tier system of dying encouraging players to stay out of significantly interfering when they don’t have to…
SERIOUSLY. I hope you don’t mind me answering this publicly (I’ve stripped off the username) but I was meaning to make a post about this sometime anyway.
I don’t know if Hussie meant it this way, but it doesn’t take much effort to view Skaia/SBURB as grooming kids to fulfill its aims and then disposing of them.
i had a really fucking weird dream where homestuck was a musical. like. a Broadway musical. and i went to see it and all i really remember is that 1) the opening number was called “everybody dies” and 2) bro strider was inexplicably played by shia labeouf, who did an interpretive dance scene with a smuppet that lasted roughly seven minutes. it was uncomfortable for everyone involved
what do you mean “inexplicably” that’s exactly how it would go down
I’m pretty sure snoop dogg was aimless renegade? honestly it was an experience
like the stage was essentially four room in the beginning and every time John would get a notification on pesterChum the particular room of whoever was messaging him would light up and you could see Jade Dave or Rose. when the trolls did their thing (it was early on), you could just hear the disembodied yelling of Karkat. Rose had a dramatic monologue that ended with mom physically pulling her away from her empty suicide threat. bec was just some guy in a fursuit. shia laBro passionately ripped off his shirt before kicking dave’s ass. lil cal was played by Ellen Degeneres(?)
do you have a medium to talk to because the more you talk about this dream the more it sounds like you’re spirit channeling andrew hussie and i’m concerned
don’t get me started about the medium bro
also when the trolls were introduced the lusii were these freakish jim henson monstrosities but honestly the best part was the felt. like. the actual composition of music was beautiful, and the choreography for the dance numbers was sublime.
Dave also kept trying to sing but was continually interrupted by Bro Shia, terezi’s echoing ululations, and his own self doubt. once he finally had his moment his voice soared through the theater, only to come to an abrupt end as he was drowned in hot puppet ass.
now that I think about it, dadbert was definitely nic cage, which was confusing as fuck because John kept talking about how Greatly He Was Caged By Nic while his father stood by. it was uncomfortable
idk man, it’s been like a reoccurring lucid nightmare for the past week, but the sb&hj sequences were performed by acrobats above the actual stage, who looked dangerously inebriated and probably needed immediate hospitalization (they were also narrated by dave and a bunch of dissonant recordings of the cast? what the fuck man. what a visionary)
i honestly don’t know what to focus on here because i’m wheezing and snorting right now but
Dave also kept trying to sing but was continually interrupted by Bro Shia, terezi’s echoing ululations, and his own self doubt.
was dave … was dave’s self doubt an actual part in the play
shIT I thought I answered earlier but apparently not. yes, daves self conscious is just a shitty cardboard cutout of zac efron wearing sunglasses who offers sage advice like “no one loves you”. he’s voiced by zac efron.
yknow I forgot to note this but vriska has a lot of really aggressive musical numbers that make everyone visibly uncomfortable, mainly bc they’re unprovoked and don’t. make sense. like its canon but only to an extent.
also I’m p sure that mom and dad /almost/ share a heartfelt duet–like there’s soft piano music and they look into each other’s eyes–but then Jack noir, fursuit edition, kills them. on that note, when rose goes grimdark it sounds like the Dresden dolls met born this way era lady gaga and then murdered each other while a thirteen year old descends from the rafters, hissing like a motherfucking snake on a plane
btw “sICK FIRES” is a rap off with cello featuring the talents of yo yo ma himself
“#i’m tired” “#why do you keep reblogging this”
because it’s amazing
that’s objective but I’m just happy that people are enjoying this. like the tags are so nice and it feels pretty rad to know people are laughing at my hideous reoccurring nightmare musical extravaganza
FYI there is a track called “flight of the bifurcated asshole/rest in peixes” and y’all know EXACTLY what it’s about
just moving along like everyone else 