#homestuck ceiling tile

[ash-azzzz]

found this in the art room at my hs

[xn3kr0sisx]

I live in a homestuckless area. Anyone who knows what it is knows because of ME. It is my doing. There is a homestuck knockoff ceiling tile in the art classroom because of ME.

It’s almost 4/13, I am about to become the most obnoxious and terrible person on planet Earth. Grey body paint, slime pie, faygo, all of it. Plus Neil bangin out the tunes. Tumblr makes me worse.

[stridersavvy]

in my art 2 class we are decorating ceiling tiles to go in the art room forever. homestuck is going in my school's art room forever.

it's hard to see here but this is the design

i'm not finished yet so i will keep y'all updated

[krixwell-liveblogs]

There was a loud groan, and the ceiling at one corner of the room began to descend swiftly toward the ground.  Narwhal flicked two fingers up in that direction, and shored the ceiling with some forcefields, but I saw other portions of the ceiling begin to sag, gallons of water pouring through the gaps in the ceiling tile.

Hm, seeing Narwhal in action makes me think: Why can’t Narwhal kill an Endbringer? We’ve been told extensively that Narwhal can cut through people with forcefields. What is protecting their bodies to the point where a forcefield through the stomach won’t kill them, or won’t be able to go through in the first place?

“Strider!” Legend bellowed, over the noise and chaos, “Get us out of here!”

TG: what TG: oh okay TG: sorry i was listening to this sweet beat i just made hang on

Homestuck aside, I guess Strider might be a mass taxiporter and also a coolkid DAMMIT I SAID HOMESTUCK ASIDE!

A voice sounding from the armband, female, synthesized, except I couldn’t make it out over the noise.

Ah, shit, Strider’s female? Now I have to resort to AUs if I wanna make more references… or just pretend Dave’s a girl, that works too.

[attempted-writing]

a weary night and a sweet surprise

fandom: Homestuck setting: Humanstuck summary: Aradia comes home after a tiring day of work and Feferi has a nice surprise for her in the morning warnings: food, lots of fluff

pairings: arafef word counter: 1161 author notes: @ejusticeonthenet asked me to write some fanficiton for her and this is it. also thanks to @otp-prompts-for-you, i used two prompts from your Domestic OTP Prompts post.

“evening” Aradia sighed as she walked through the door to the living room. “Hi Aradia. How come you’re home so late?” Feferi asked with worry in her voice. She had made dinner and wanted to wait for Aradia to come home but she was so hungry that she already ate it. Aradia dropped herself on the kitchen chair and with sleepy eyes looked at Feferi, sighed and explained that her boss made her stay late to clean up the shop. She concluded her story with the sentence “I swear, that guy hates me” and slowly put a bite of potato in her mouth. “sounds like it” Feferi answered with a shrug and to change the topic to something a bit more fun she continued “how about we watch a movie tonight? You’re off of work tomorrow, right?”. Aradia nodded and answered “I am and sounds good”.

 After Aradia finished her dinner as well the two moved to the couch. It was late November, they always broadcasted the classic romcoms around this time of year and this evening was no exception. Feferi sat leaning on the couch and Aradia  huddled up beside her. The couch was soft and so was Feferi, who had an arm wrapped around Aradia. Everything was soft and warm and the tv lighted the room, more so than the dimmed lights on the ceiling. the actors spoke but no words reached Aradia’s ears, nor did the pictures it showed reached her eyes. Everything was so nice and she was left so tired after work. She could still feel her fingers holing the rag and her knees on the floor to clean the displays. She was so sore and thanks to Feferi so comfortable. And with a deep sigh she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

 Feferi enjoyed the movie. She felt the arm she had put ever so gently around Aradia slowly rise and fall with each breath she took. She knew her girlfriend was asleep, and that was probably for the best. She had noticed how incredibly tired she was during dinner and the way she waddled her way over to the couch. Feferi decided to finish the movie and not wake her up till it was done. When it was finely over and time for her to go to sleep as well, she prodded Aradia to try and wake her up. It didn’t work. She talked to her, in louder and louder voice but it didn’t work. She put her hands on Aradia’s shoulders and lifted her up, slowly and gently, to try and let her sleep and crawl form under her. Feferi was quite strong for her size. She was shorter than Aradia, but she was at the gym a little more often than her and to top it off she did armature competitive swimming. She went upstairs and opened every door she passed. Then went back downstairs, to the softly sleeping Aradia. She psyched herself up for a moment, she knew she was strong enough but she needed to convince herself for a moment. She an arm under her legs and another under her girlfriends back and picked her up. She was heavier than Feferi had initially thought she was. But she still made her way through the living room, across the hallway were the tall carpet brushed against her feet. She went up the stairs, and to the bedroom. She gently put Aradia in the bed and tucked her in. she changed into some old t-shirt,  got in the bed, put an arm around Aradia and soon fell asleep as well.

 The following morning Aradia woke up slowly as a lovely sweet smell sneaked into the room. She rolled around to her other side and felt that Feferi’s place in the bed was empty. The sweet smell and the warm bed held Aradia in a state of half asleep and half awake. It took quite a while for her to properly wake up. She was still in her jeans and shirt. She took the jeans off to be more comfortable in bed. Wait, bed? She thought to herself and then things slowly came back to her. She fell asleep not long after getting on the couch she recollected as she turned to her other side. Another thing she started remembering is feeling of being carried and getting tucked in. She sighed and got out of bed. She went downstairs, following her nose to the kitchen and there Feferi stood. Bathing in the light of the kitchen window, radiating like the painting of a goddess. Aradia was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Her feet carried her over the cold tiles of the kitchen and as soon as she reached Feferi she wrapped her arms around her middle. Feferi’s hands stopped stirring  for a moment as Aradia buried her nose in her hair. It smelled sweet and was as soft as the pillow she just left behind. “good morning” Feferi said and Aradia only answered with a blissful hum. Feferi leaned to the side and poured the content of the cup she had been stirring in a pan on the stove. Aradia shot a glance at the stove and it appeared like Feferi was going all out with multiple pots and pans on the stove cooking what looked like enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

 Feferi turned around, still in Aradia’s loose embrace. She gently put her arms around Aradia’s waste and leaned her head on her shoulder. “did you sleep well?” she asked and Aradia answered again with a satisfied hum. And there they stood, basking in the sunlight that rolled through the window like waves on a golden beach. Seconds lasted minutes and minutes lasted hours. Or at least that is what it felt like to the girls though eventually it had to come to an end. The oven clock sounded, telling Feferi that brunch was ready. Feferi didn’t want this to end. She sighed and slowly reached for Aradia’s hand that were still behind her and equally slowly freed herself form an embrace that she never would have wanted to be freed from. Aradia let her go and as Feferi walked to the oven she asked “wats cookin good lookin”. Feferi giggled at the question and answered “your favorite, great looking”. Aradia loved sweet food and out of the oven came a baking tin with a small chocolate cake, just the right size for both of them. After a moment of happy astonishment she asked “I love it but why did you go through all the trouble?” Feferi put the cake on the table and turned around. She looked down and answered with a played shy voice “you were so tired yesterday, I wanted to surprise you with a nice and big brunch”. Aradia did a step forward, put her hands on Feferi’s hips and kissed her on the forehead and told her “it is a lovely surprise”.

[scimanexe]

OH jeez, that post about Homestuck being in a chemistry exam reminded me that future generations that attend the physics class at my old high school, including my little sister, will gaze upon a ceiling tile with trolls (and OFF characters) on it doing science-y things whenever they look up at a certain part of the ceiling. Because the teacher made a mistake of rewarding her best students the opportunity to draw anything they want on one ceiling tile, and unfortunately, some nerds had to win that reward

[jackieandwilsonbyhozier]

ok so obviously everything i did and every decision i made in high school was Stupid but something i like genuinely regret and am rly sad about is failing art 1 & 2 which like shouldnt be a big deal bc like they were just electives i took freshman year i didnt even need them to graduate or anything but like it was actually a nice class? like theres a post on here about how art classes are the opposite of liminal spaces and i toootally understand that? like i actually loved that class i loved being there like its a huge classroom and theres big windows that let the light in and my teacher had the radio playing and he was super chill too and it was so cool to see everyone working on their art and doing their own thing and to see all the old art everywhere like all the walls and ceiling tiles have been painted by the students like with actual artwork like it was such a nice class but to be honest! i was just a huge brat and didnt want to do my work i was that kid that was like "this is stupid i dont wanna draw still lifes i wanna draw homestuck fanart!!!" and i could tell my teacher was super frustrated with me bc the stuff i actually did finish and turn in was like rly good and i did well on it but i just. never turned anything in i didnt do any of my work and im so mad at myself like i should not have failed that class lol i love art i should have actually tried and if u take art 2. which i did and failed. i think whoever gets the highest grade or he just picks someone idrk but they get to paint a ceiling panel and like i totally could have done that that would have been so cool and like my art wouldve been there forever and like......its not like im ever going back there..like i spent the entirety of high school wishing i was dead it was fucking awful but like idk. that wouldve been something nice and i considered retaking art my senior year like bc i realized how immature and stupid id been and i actually wanted to take it seriously this time and i wanted to like apologize to my teacher bc i rly was a huge brat......but i didnt retake it bc i wanted early release so i could go home early lol.......and its like...idk retaking it might notve even done anything to make me feel better and maybe i wouldve failed it a second time and sometimes u make mistakes u cant fix and i know that but idk! im an artist and my teacher was nice he didnt deserve to have to put up with me lol i love art i shouldve treated it more seriously and tried harder

[logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit]

reasons my science teacher is the only true good human

1. He understands that my mental health can make it really hard for me to get my work done in time for the deadline. He doesn’t take points off when I send it in late.

2. We have a project where we’re supposed to make a power point, I asked him if I could change the format into an essay of sorts becuase power points are really hard for me to navigate and sets off my anxiety when I mess up something on there. He said yes.

3. Before I had come out to any teachers, he had heard a student calling me by my prefered name instead of my deadname, he didn’t know I was trans but asked me if I’d like for him to call me Reed. When I came out to my teachers, he was the first to use the correct pronouns. 

4. We were supposed to go on a trip (it was canceled but still), he had a meeting with me to decide where I would be most comfortable rooming (with the girls or boys) and helped me find people to room with who wouldn’t bully me.

5. A student who was suppose to room with me on that trip came to him and complained that she didn’t want to be with the insane kid and she didn’t want to see me have an outburst. (I imagine she thought these ‘outbursts’ were like the ones she would see in movies. They aren’t.) He scolded her and helped me find a different room.

6. We had a game every friday, usually it was science related but sometimes it was just random fun. Even during the Quarintine, we do game fridays. We don’t do anything sciencey, we just play whatever game someone suggests.

7. He helped me get everything turned back in when I had a depressive episode and couldn’t do work for three weeks. He even comended me on working so hard and named me his student of the month (this is a big deal at my school)

8. He has an actual sense of humor and has been in a bunch of tik toks I’ve made. He’s a huge nerd too, has star wars memorobila everywhere.

9. He has a candy bin >:)

10. He actually teaches in a way the class understands. He helps me and my friend with a learning disability when we get behind or don’t understand things he’’s explained a bunch of times.

11. He lets us listen to music and podcasts while doing our work. Sometimes he even plays music over the class speakers.

12. He deals with me being absolutely feral and excited when it comes to using chemicals. 

13. He lit stuff on fire during one of our classes!

14. We made slushies for no apparent reason one day.

15. He doesn’t deal with anyone being disrespectfull. One day some kids called me a slur and he gave them a referal, a bunch of detentions and sent them to our princepal.

16. He’s one of the only people that actually know where half my refrences come from.

17. I told him I would kill for him and he just went “don’t get caught.”

Mr. Morris is awesome and I can confidently say that he is the best teacher, adult, and person I have ever met.

the only con I have with him is that he has a Homestuck ceiling tile in our room. He told me that is was there before he tought at the school but I am suspicous

[theothermodulesideblog]

first / worst / best task

(IMAGE TO COME, I CANT FIND ANY ONLINE)

My first exhibition was probably my aunt’s Paper Dolls in Doll Houses, back in 2002. I don’t remember much about the experience, but I do remember that the presentation (painted collages in little wooden “houses” with four frames each) was very interesting. I think she said something about that being about her working through her depression, and I really loved the fact that she took it like that. I really enjoyed the look of the works and presentation as well. I remember not being very critical at the time, but I do think now that that series of works was probably one of the last good ones. 

Ooooooh boy. Worst exhibition is also one from my aunt, this time her terrible TERRIBLE ImagiNATION exhibition. Everything about it was just abhorrent to me, from the aesthetic choices (giant metal framework sculptures of animals holding resin casts of bathtubs covered in lace ALSO covered in mosaic tiles and the animals were FILLED WITH PINK OR BLUE CANS) to ethical ones (she devised some processes but for the most part had others do the work and they weren’t credited). I was appalled at it from a visual standpoint, because I mean... seriously. Look at that. It’s sort of awful. I can’t believe she was like YES I’LL MAKE THESE HORRID EYESORES AND SET THEM UP IN A LARGE EXPANSE OF GRASS IN AN UPSCALE SHOPPING CENTER. Like dude... why? There’s no depth to any of these works, no real thought behind them, and NONE OF HER ACTUAL EFFORT. She literally hired a bunch of dudes from around the barrio to do the heavy lifting (the Philippines is still super feudal in some regards), and didn’t credit them for any of the work. This is my aunt at her worst: overwrought, vapid beyond belief, and unethical. 

I’ve seen a lot of actually decent exhibits, not the least of which were when I worked part time at a gallery back in the summer of 2014. I didn’t really like enough of them to say they were the BEST EXHIBIT I’D EVER SEEN, because a lot of them were either fat cats painting what they know or young idiots painting what the “”””””FELT”””””” (ie, they were feeling pretentious). I think the best one I’ve ever been to was....... okay don’t judge me but I’m gonna say my own one. I exhibited my work at a gallery once (my uncle pressured me into it because it was his gallery and it was kind of like my unofficial coming out into the art world back home -- haha, nepotism), and produced 24 works over the course of my final year in high school, two for each sign of the Western Zodiac (filthy Homestuck that I was), one was an aquatic creature for each sign (because I love the sea and being underwater) and one was a sketchbook page covered top to bottom in lines, scribbles, circles and weird little shapes. I presented the creatures in frames on the wall, and had the sketchbook pages set up opposite, hung from the ceiling sandwiched between two panes of clear glass, set up in hemospectrum order (once again, filthy Homestuck). I was and continue to be incredibly happy with this exhibit, because it was exuberant and bright and colorful, and I managed to create 24 works I was proud of. 

**this makes it look like I only go to my aunt’s shows. This is not true. My family is pretty prominent in the art world back home, so they’re friends with a lot of other artists, and I’ve been dragged to SO MANY SHOWS in so many parts of so many cities. However, most of them are presented in boring and uninspiring ways, and I can’t even remember most of them. I can barely even remember most of my aunt’s, these are just the ones I do remember. Also, this sounds like a brag. I assure you it is not. The art world back home is stifling and stale.**