#like thomas

For a Boy:

- Santa

- Striker

- Cowboy Jr.

- Jack 2

- Racetrack

- Albert

- Banner (they were proud of that one)

For a Girl:

- Fé

- Strikette

- Cowgirl

- Katherine 2

- Carry (-ing the banner)

- Jackie

I was a new angel who had just been made. I don’t know exactly who made me, but there was a man there when I opened my eyes for the first time. He didn’t have wings. I felt very comfortable and already knew some things. I looked like 9 or 10 year old boy, and had disproportionately small white wings which I rarely noticed because they were too small to get in the way. I had a dangerously inquisitive nature, and I knew I had been made to learn.

The man asked me if I knew what my name was. I knew it was “Nathanael.” He seemed impressed and told me that I would belong to a class of angels known as ‘Observers,’ and that I would be one of the greatest, most high-ranking Observers ever, once I matured.

I was eager to start learning so he turned me loose to explore. I spoke for a while with a female angel. She had dark hair with purple bangs. She was nice. I knew for some reason that she was important. She showed me around the dorms and explained that there were dorms for females and dorms for males. We had different genitals, but I didn’t understand why it mattered, since as far as I knew, all angels were created, not born.

I suddenly grew very tired, so I went to the male’s dorms, which were underground. I searched for an unclaimed bunk, but instead I found a collection of objects. I was told by the man I met at the beginning, who I then learned was intended to be my mentor that all of us could use “magic,” essentially by focusing the divine essence we each had to create changes in reality. We could all do this at least a little by our own power, but most needed a focusing instrument (mostly basically wands) to do anything significant. I wanted to try for myself, to better understand how it worked. He showed me a particular focusing instrument and told me never to use it because it takes a lifetime of training to use that one because if you aren’t prepared it will take over your mind and make you use it to kill until you have nothing left and die. My interest was piqued, but I picked a plain wooden stick, more or less, and he took me to a training area and instructed me to try to create fire and launch it at a target.

Try as I might, it kept fizzling out. Eventually I got frustrated and tried doing it with just my hands. It was as easy as breathing. My mentor told me that it is rare that someone can use magic that easily without a focusing instrument, but that it does happen. He told me I should also learn to use one though, as through using one, one’s natural power could be amplified, and I would become very powerful indeed if I was able to master using one, considering how powerful I was without one.

After that, I was even more exhausted, so I went back to the dorms again. As I passed by the collection of focusing instruments, however, I noticed that the dangerous one was gone. While part of me wanted desperately to sleep and leave it to someone else, I knew my curiosity wouldn’t let me sleep. I encountered the girl again. She led me to my mentor, so I could tell him what had happened. He seemed very concerned, but not concerned enough, I felt, recalling what he told me. If someone with enough power but little enough training had gotten a hold of it, it could mean the end for all angels.

Thinking back, I can’t help feel as if it was meant as a test, but I woke up before I could solve it. I think the female had it.

Yo can we just have a moment to shout out to Hussie for finishing SEVEN YEARS of work? Because fuck. Dude. Good job. Take a nap or like twelve. That must feel like a massive weight off your shoulders. I kinda had this thought that, if it was me, finishing something like that would akin to giving birth. A fucking long ass journey that definitely had its hardships, but the biggest similarity is those moments just after the kid is out of you and you kinda lie there like ‘fuck I am never doing that again’. You don’t regret it or anything and it’s all good memories and from it a wonderful thing has been created. Which then leads to more kids. So with that in mind I hope Hussie keeps on producing stuff and I look forward to seeing what he can come up with.

Because, all shit aside, Homestuck was very well written. It has an intricate storyline with an attention to detail that I didn’t even think was possible. And it also reflects on a lot of issues that we on tumblr tend to get up in arms about because there’s not enough reflection. Gender identity is addressed, self-esteem, sexuality, loss, abusive relationships and substance abuse, just to name the ones I can think of. And they’re not treated as toxic things that the affected person should be ashamed of for having, but rather are treated as actual issues that need help, and thus the people around them actually fucking help. But also there’s a lot of character arcs in which the characters in question find it within them to help themselves, which is so great that it’s addressed.

As a writer, I reckon it’s a personal goal of mine to be able to write something as intricate and detailed as Homestuck. Because shit, the Alternian trolls and their culture were so well detailed and planned out that it’s kind of like. Fuck, Hussie came up with all of that by himself. Or maybe with help, like I don’t want to not give credit where it’s due, but fuck. And for so many characters to each have their own individual, unique personalities and backstories is just incredible. I have like, three characters that are written that well. Everything just seems to fit together and yet be so unique that I just

I really like Homestuck.

AGREE SO HARD. EVERYONE I LOVE DIES I JUST.