traditional celtic folk music makes me go buck fucking wild. i don’t know what it is, if it’s just in my blood or if it’s a past life or just ‘cause it’s objectively soulful but I hear that fiddle and I immediately transform into this heartbroken irish widow in 1787 with a shawl draped over my shoulders staring over the cliffs of moher, waiting for my ghostly lover to return from sea
imagine the afterlife where the only people there are your internet friends, the people who harass you online, and the guy who made your favorite comic Problem Sleuth for some reason
thats what happens to most of the characters in homestuck
I think I got tagged in that post about a million times this morning from people wanting me to signal boost it, and honestly this will sound awful, but this is why as a general rule I do not signal boost missing person posts unless they are coming from individuals I know, because honestly you just don’t know what is going on sometimes.
I had friends growing up who ran from their abusive parents and it was framed as a “missing troubled teen” narrative to get them back. More recently I had a friend who tried to leave her husband and her husband tried to tell everyone she’d lost her mind and didn’t know what she was doing and if anyone saw her they needed to send her back to him. He was bold enough to get the police involved too. Some abusers are just brazen in their confidence to not get caught.
And honestly, do I know what is happening in the above post? No, but with so many conflicting accounts and different voices, I’m hesitant to help a possible abuser splash their victims face all over the internet.
headcanon that maes hughes introduced himself to a lot of people as “the best at corny puns.” some people caught on immediately, but six months into their friendship roy puts down a glass of water, hides his face in his hands, and whispers “maize” under his breath and nobody understands why
queerhomestuck 