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I wouldn’t accept this shit from a movie in 2008 nvm 2018.

It’s badly written, poorly acted - everyone on set was up Johnny Depp’s ass. It’s not a good film, I had to sit through 3 weeks of trying to make a terrible scene good enough for them to want to put it in the movie.

They also cheated us (the extras) out of money that we were supposed to be paid for doing extra stuff (green screen work, having our images captured for their cgi, etc.) I’ll admit I was paid well but I wasn’t paid everything, because they named the other work something else to get away with not having to pay us for doing more than the base requirement of showing up and doing what the director said.

Hey there. My name is Felix, and I am currently living with my two boyfriends Raymond and Shawn. We have created this crowdfunding account in order to assist us with bettering our lives by moving us to a safe place where we can be with others in our community. As of right now, we are in a terrible and scary place. We live in the south, specifically the panhandle of Florida, and while it is nice to visit, it is a nightmare for a lot of LGBTQIA+ people. Every day we fear for our lives when leaving our apartment. Every time we are out in public, we are greeted with dirty/threatening stares, and these people are very clearly gun owners. (You think that they would hide them better, but nobody cares here.)

Ray and I are both trans men and while I’m able to transition while practically being a hermit, my boyfriend is not provided with the space and resources needed to do so himself. We have a friend that is essentially our family in California that is in need of new roommates. She has been waiting for us to get there for over a year, and we need a safe space to transition and just live our lives. I hate to ask this of anybody, but we desperately need help moving from Florida to San Francisco, where our three future roomates are located.

The town we live in is super conservative and people are assaulted for so much less than being LGBTQIA+. A lot of people wave the Confederate Flag proudly, willingly start fights just because you’re different, and if you lived your entire life in this area, trying to transition is impossible. Ray is having to go to work every day and be the person they all grew up with which is causing a heavy toll on him mentally and physically. I’m watching him slowly break down. The weight on his shoulders has been so great that we have had to get him chemical help to keep him from having a meltdown, and he has been prescribed wellbutrin. However, the wellbutrin does not help with his transition. This is something he NEEDS, and his only chance to be the man that he knows that he is,is in California.  

We have no family left. My mother has passed away and I was kicked out of my stepfathers place a while ago, and the rest of my family members are either dead, consider me a stranger, or they have no desire to help. Ray’s parents are dead and his grandparents are living on their pensions and have already helped as much as they can, and Shawn is working TWO JOBS to help pay bills and save money to get us somewhere safe. I am unable to work in an official setting and I am only able to make money through commissions due to chronic pain and damage to my body from double binding for years, and we are struggling. Every day is difficult in this one bedroom apartment. It’s so cramped, and so small, and we have been saving our asses off for so long, but we are running out of time.

Moving to California where our family is waiting for us will alleviate a lot of financial stress for us so we can live comfortably as middle-class people. So that we don’t have to drown in the stress of poverty. We also need to get there by end of June because Shawn was offered a much better job that could really help us out, but if he’s not there in time, then we lose this amazing opportunity. I’m scared. Ray is scared. Shawn is scared. We are sick. We are tired. We need help, and this is our last ditch effort.

We’ve already saved up $2,200 and just need this last $3563 to get us there. The budget is comprised of:

$2,673 = U-Haul/Gas/food/hotels for the move

$400 =Wiggle Room to make up for the cost of the car towing weight (Chrystler Concorde 1998 and a Kia Soul 2013) and the U-haul furniture/boxes weight

$2640 = Deposit/first month’s rent ($660 for Deposit x2 $660 First months Rent x2)

$50 = Crate for the cats and calming treats Total= $5763

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Nothing donated will go to waste or wasteful things. Everything will be accounted for so you know what your dollar went toward. Please. Every dollar counts.

You got 12 days to get your shit together and put it in a bag because Uranus enters Taurus on May 15th.

This hasn’t happened since the 1940’s and it completely revolutionized consensus.

Uranus=The lightning bolt of inspiration, the revolutionary, and anarchist

Enters and upturns

Taurus=Material reality and the physical plane.

We have a once in a life-time opportunity to strike at the separation between material and spiritual if we all do this synchronized together!

We gotta come up with a ritual that is simple to do. I propose using a knife like a lightning rod, calling upon that Uranus energy, and directing the strike to puncture whatever reality you wanna let into this world. Like using a needle and piercing fabric, pulling a thread through, and binding the second material to the first. Even more perfect that it’s happening on a new moon which is perfect for planting new seeds.

Do you remember when you were a child? When every tree and toy and cloud or rock became an imaginary friend, took on some kind of personal meaning, was a magical creature, or inspired you to believe in the strange and impossible?

Maybe a cardboard box could become a super villain’s lair, a castle, or a science laboratory? Maybe your fork was a mighty sword! And you believed in that sword on some level during that playtime you had with others and yourself. You understood that anything could become anything during pretend. Because you imagined it.

Or perhaps you can’t remember ever being a child because you weren’t. You were born and instantly had to grow up. Your imagination time was put aside for worldly burdens and your childhood was sacrificed to keep your parents together, to keep your stability. And so you look at what could have been and feel a little bitter, a little sad, because you wanted to play, to imagine, and dream, to play pretend and create. It’s time to take your playtime back right now. It’s yours no matter how old you are!

Heck, who knows? Maybe you’re somewhere in between on this spectrum.

On May 15th, I want us all to be united (as individuals) in a mass game of pretend.

Except this time, we aren’t pretending, we’re only remembering the power we had as children…before any of our dreams were bruised or destroyed by hurtful experiences or outside forces. Or before adulthood told us that they were “unrealistic”. On May 15th, I want us all to remember that we are dreaming children and anything can become anything.

United as individuals, I want us to be engaging in remembering that we are all parts of the dreaming mind of God. And by that virtue of that, we are all also completely God.

“God”, in this context, can be understood as Source which is neither good nor bad but all things.

I want us, on May 15th, to proclaim this FACT about ourselves. Remember or try, even just for a moment, that you are a node in the dreaming mind of God. Remember what it was like to make-believe and pretend because my theory is…God is a child, learning about itself, in a constant state of imagination, dreaming, and pretend. Creating, sustaining, and destroying all existence. The reason for all of this is God’s attempt at understanding itself.

That God-Child, no matter how deeply buried, is inside us all. We are a part of it.

Down to the most mundane tasks, we use that God-imagination ability to dream, to steer our lives into the future, and make choices based on our dreams. As adults we engage in another game of pretend that, often these days, feels less satisfying and more terrifying and existential. Maybe even monopolized, imbalanced, or brutally cruel. Because a lot of dreams are sold under the context that they’re buying more “realistic dreams”, more stable dreams.

So for one day, let’s take back the game, and re-write the rules! Let us all, individually but united as one, proclaim ourselves God, and DREAM BIG. Take back all the dreams you sold and dream a dream again!

Proclaim yourself a part of God!

Proclaim yourself God!

For a second, believe in your connection to every spirit and every part of life and every aspect of death!

Believe you are all the things in-between as well, both earthly, divine.

On May 15th, just believe. Just give it a try, for just a second, even if it all seems silly and pointless and simple.

Before whatever you have planned that day, I want you all to sit down in a chair and pretend. Access that power you had as a child, that you HAVE NOW as a magician or even just a person who dreams! Pretend that chair is a throne or a time machine or a gear upon which you can turn the entire world because YOU ARE GOD. You are a dreaming child in your heart with incalculable power because you are all things. You are life, death, the stars, the earth, the span of time from start to finish. You are a tiny part of it and also the entirety of it.

Just remember, that’s my grand master idea. Just remember, on May 15th, that you (you reading this post) are God playing pretend with the whole multi-verse. Play pretend while sitting in that chair, if only for a few seconds, that you have the ability to transform the world into anything you want it to be. That after transforming it inside your imagination, it will become real, no matter how long it takes to become. DREAM BIG. IMAGINE ANYTHING. Remember that you’re the Dreaming God and when you get out of that chair and go about your planned rituals or continue on with life, BELIEVE that you’re standing up and walking into the world you imagined/dreamed up.

That’s all, just remember, and dare to believe for just a day that you are Source. Maybe you already know and do that in your daily practice? Then this should be easy.

I feel like the part of Source which dreams up all potentials for Earth has been stuck on the Jerry Springer channel for centuries now. What I propose we do is collectively buy God (ourselves) a Netflix or Hulu account. Perhaps that’s just human nature? And all this upheaval is just ho-hum? But I believe, truly believe, that if we all remember that we’re God in that window of time where Uranus enters Taurus and the new moon graces the skies and DREAM of what the world COULD BE…who knows?

A bunch of powerful magicians remembering that they’re God just for one day could do interesting things.

The worst that could happen is nothing at all. So why not? That’s the big plan. No ritual tools, no fancy incantations, no offerings or regalia…just you remembering that you’re God dreaming and that there’s absolutely nothing that can stop you from reshaping the world with your dreams!

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

1 - Refuse to say the pledge of allegiance.

2 - Say anything negative about the military.

3 - Question Capitalism in any way.

4 - Say that America isn’t the best country in the world.

5 - Make a critique of mainstream American culture.

Sadly there were also downsides which is where the crazy stories come from. Homestuck was something absolutely new because it was a perfect storm of being huge, having almost all characters you could cosplay require body paint, and having a really disproportionate amount of fans being very young and inexperienced at how conventions worked.

Many conventions put limits on body-paint after Homestuck got popular because of young, inexperienced cosplayers not sealing their makeup and tarnishing convention centers. Going to a small con that forbids body paint? Homestuck is why. Homestuck became feared at a lot of cons because a non-consensual hug from anyone at a con is awkward and shitty, but if it was from a Homestuck fan you ran the risk of having grey stains all over your costume, and I had seen it happen to people on multiple occasions. Homestuck was also the first fandom to finally force conventions start making rules and limitations on fan-run photoshoot gatherings, which they had previously just ignored or discouraged all together. Homestuck shoots were so big conventions had to start working with them. The Saturday photoshoot at Otakon that Alex and I ran at Homestuck’s peak had an estimated over 700 attendees, and the next year was the year Ota started regulating their photoshoots through official channels.

Speaking of that photoshoot and crazy stories, Michael Guy Bowman and Tavia Morra, two of the most prominent members of Homestuck’s music team at the time, literally showed up on a whim with a guitar and asked Alex and I if they could perform a three-song set in the middle of the shoot, then came back for the next day’s shoot in their Mobius Trip and Hadron Kaleido costumes and did it again.

Don’t even get Alex started on how she ran in-real-life Promstuck events in Manhattan for years with official venues, decorations and literal tickets.

Being in Homestuck for the time I was there was an incredibly surreal experience, because having been going to conventions for years before Homestuck, and having been somewhat in the center of these events (Homestuck was the only fandom where I was considered a “BNF”), I can still see the way Homestuck has changed aspects of fandom events at cons. I was in one of the first in-character Homestuck panels back in the summer of 20fucking11 and ended up being in some incredibly popular ones in 2012-13 that still get hits on YouTube today. Alex and I’s model for photoshoots are still being used by friends and people who we don’t even know who run other fandom’s events. Some cons I had reached out to so I could get official approval to run photoshoots of hundreds of people are still using my model and system to regulate shoots at their events years later. Hell, by the time I was hitting my peak along with Homestuck I was going to 10 conventions a year and running an average of 3 photoshoots per con, not to mention an average of 2 in-character panels per weekend that I was either in or running. At some of the cons I attended staff knew me so well because I had to secure the shoot details in advance and had so many panels under my name they had my number listed under “in case of Homestuck issue call her” because Homestuck was a category of attendee cons literally had to separate from other attendees and learn to anticipate ahead of time. I will emphasize, I was never on staff, they just knew me as the liaison for the massive hoard of grey 13 year olds that scared the shit out of them.

Homestuck was a phenomenon because with frequent updates and no defined update schedule, the hype train never stopped. Frequently fandoms will go through phases of an explosion of content and then a resting period, which can easily be tracked by when new content appears. With things like TV shows, video games, or even most webcomics, having a schedule means you could tell when everyone was going to be freaking out, and the subsequent planning around that meant the hype train could be quantified. The problem with Homestuck was those curves couldn’t be tracked, especially because there was NEVER any warning what KIND of content we were getting. One day could be an update dropped at 5 AM EST that was two kids pelting each other with fruit. 4 hours later we could get a flash that killed 17 people. Then it could be THREE DAYS before another update where haha it was retconned that was a dream none of those people are dead. It was fucking anarchy. Sure there was a WAY to define the plot but knowing what was going on or what was coming at any given moment was fucking impossible, and the break between these updates is what spawned “update culture”.

The thing with update culture is that most content creators are aware of, and plan content updates around, the idea of what the fans will be feeling and thinking once that content is done being distributed. For TV shows, episodes are released with beginnings, middles, and ends- a narrative arc that allows people to start thinking about media the way the creator wants them to, leading them along with little trails of plot and puzzles to solve. But Homestuck’s updates weren’t planned like that, because they came in chunks of whenever it was done, a carry-over from the original Choose-Your-Own-Adventure format. Because of this, people were theorizing about thing that’d be fixed in the literal next page, but because we didn’t have that information, the weirdest shit started being produced. It also didn’t help that Homestuck has some fucking weird shit happen in it! And sometimes fan theories wouldn’t resurface until literal YEARS down the line (Tricksters, anyone??) and people would be screaming and throwing themselves on the floor. There was no predictability, and therefore ANYTHING WAS VALID. And it created an incredibly interesting, though HORRIBLY chaotic space, that by god, was so much fun. Homestuck was a large-scale production media produced like a fanfiction author and because of the size of the audience lead to PANDEMONIUM on a scale that can’t be easily replicated.

Like it’s not really appropriate to say “oh x is the new Homestuck” because the very nature of Homestuck’s creation and population ensures there will never BE another phenom like it. The landscape of fandom, due to Homestuck, has changed, because update culture can’t exist without the perfect storm of described attributes that this comic had- that now no one else can replicate because Homestuck caused people to move away from that style of storytelling BECAUSE of the hectic fandom! It all feeds into itself. (Sort of like the story of this comic, honestly.) The Homestuck fandom experience will likely never happen again because of the way Homestuck shaped the fan scene. And that’s cool to know about!

Also I feel I should clarify on some of the above points. To begin, they’re all fucking true. - The sharpie dyeing story is unfortunately real. It’s original source is 4chan, the OP posted it on their personal tumblr blog (which for some reason still routes to my page if you google it). It can be found here. - The horse dildo was also real. It was sent as a joke because of a series of horse dick jokes mentioned in the comic; for those not in the know about Homestuck, there’s a character who talks a lot about horses and their rippling muscles. Hussie included it as a find-able item in a later walk-around minigame flash. - Two people did in fact donate $10,000 to the Homestuck kickstarter to have their fantrolls be canon and then murdered. While I don’t personally know the story of the female fantroll, the one in the top hat (Nektan Whelan) was actually made by an American Army veteran who read Homestuck while deployed in Iraq. He credited it was part of what helped him stay positive during active deployment. I can’t find the link to this conversation because it was on formspring like 4 years ago but if anyone has the link, let me know, I’d be curious to have it archived. - The Homestuck flash in question that killed Newgrounds was Cascade. Hussie recorded that at that time he received over 1.2 million unique pageviews trying to access it at once, world-wide. It also crashed the main Homestuck site and forums, then megaupload, and (for a VERY short time), Twitter and Livestream, because people started streaming it and tweeting the links. Someone made a comic about how that experience felt and as someone who was there screaming at Newgrounds to let me in, I can promise it’s accurate. - The update notifier was a godsend, and people would design specific macros, sounds, and images for their notifiers. It became a mini-culture in itself how you heard about the update. For a long time, I used to make tumblr posts about it. Update culture, and how fast you got to the update, was so real.