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OMGcon 2014

Alright so got the hotel room for OMGcon and I think its safe to say that my line up will be:

Friday: Noodle El Manana from the Gorillaz

Saturday: Akita Neru matryoshka (with Luka and Teto)

Sunday: Poniko

Friday and Sunday may get swapped with one another but Saturday is final.

otakumobian:

Mina Mongoose first appearance after being rescued by the freedom fighters
Sonic The Hedgehog #76

otakumobian:

Mina Mongoose first appearance after being rescued by the freedom fighters

Sonic The Hedgehog #76

danbgruchy:

all i care about is ray’s reaction to whenever something bad happens

ophiuchus-m9:

quick doodle I made like yesterday ??

ophiuchus-m9:

quick doodle I made like yesterday ??

(Source: kinglullaby)

thankyoucorndog:

hexamarillion:

sekashi-the-llama:

thankyoucorndog:

This is a comic about my own emotions, made to release my own emotions, and to cope with my own emotions.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate this. And how JUST because someone has friends, or a boyfriend or ANYTHING.. it doesn’t fucking mean they should be happy. I’ve had so many people tell me to be happy because I have nothing to be depressed about. It’s the most stupid thing I’ve heard in my life.

Don’t ‘at least’ people when they’re sad. 

But everyone’s instinct is to comfort.

How to do?

You don’t have to try and tell them “at least”, especially if you don’t know their whole situation. You can just be there for them. Tell them you empathize, ask them how you can help. Sometimes you don’t even need to say anything, just be a shoulder for them to cry on. Just tell them you love them and that you care about them. The little things make a big difference.

gamzee-egbert:

randomishramblings:

cosplaymallow:

stupidmcdumb:

 Fandom, allow me a moment of your time so that I may recount to you a true story. A sequence of events that I believe are a pure embodiment the human spirits of love, perseverence, and recklessness. This is the story of the day I met Andrew Hussie.
 It took place on Sunday: the final day of San Diego Comic Con, as well as the day I was scheduled to embark on a return flight back to Florida. Although I enjoyed my brief week long stay with family in California, I was thoroughly disappointed that I was unable to acquire a badge to enter Comic Con, as I unwittingly believed that I would be able to purchase one at the door. The possibility of meeting Hussie face to face was so enticing, that I managed to convince my family to plan the trip coincide with the dates scheduled for convention. Naturally, I was crushed to learn I would not be able to fulfill this dream because of the fat neckbeards who took my badge away from me. However, I was not prepared to give up so easily.
  My flight was scheduled to leave at 1:50 PM, and Hussie’s Sunday autograph session was from 12:00 - 3:00 PM. On the way to the San Diego International Airport, I begged and pleaded with my family that we make a quick stop at Comic Con, hoping I could borrow a badge for a few minutes in order to meet this living legend in the flesh. Unfortunately, they vehemently denied. Little did they know, they would be unable to stop me.
 I hatched the plan during the car ride, using my phone to map the location of the convention center relative to the airport. Perfect, it was only 3 miles away. It was a stretch, but I knew if I were to ditch my family at the airport and catch a taxi, I would be able to make it, meet the Huss, and be back before the flight left. 
 Once at the airport, I left my family at roughly 11:50 AM before passing the security checkpoint, stating I had to use the bathroom. I quickly made my way outside to wait for a cab. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long, as a man named Howard, the driver of an airport shuttle, offered me a ride to the convention center for a mere $8. I impatiently waded through the comic con traffic, constantly checking the time on my phone, knowing my family would be onto me. I arrived at the convention center in about 15 minutes, and departed after exchanging phone numbers with Howard for a ride back. Now began the second  challenge: getting a badge.
 I asked as many people as I could, offering them money and even to hold on to my iPod as leeway, however each firmly rejected my offer, clutching their beloved  badges close to their chests. Stupid neckbeards. Finally, a lovely young blonde, dressed as an anime slut, who was taking a cigarette break outside of the center, lent me her pass. She told me to bring it back as soon as possible, as it was a professional pass and she had to return to her booth soon. I thanked her and quickly entered the convention center. 
 I was in.
 I did not know where to begin searching, as the convention center was tremendous and crowded. Fortunately, a booth operator directed me to the autograph area, which was on the second floor. I made my way up as quickly as possible, all the while constantly ignoring phone calls from my older brother. Once I reached the autograph area, I asked a friendly Gamzee where Hussie was, and he informed me he was stationed at Booth #7. I thanked him, and then…I saw him.
 He was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. His messy brown hair draped ever so gracefully over his forehead. The pale glow of his smooth, soft skin glistened in the sunlight from the windows as did his eyes, whose shade of blue were unmatched in mortal beauty and appeared to have been crafted from pieces of the sky itself. His figure, so slender and delicate, like that of the most dainty and beauteous ballerina. His smile, so awkward yet confident. And his lips… oh his lips. I was speechless.
 Andrew Fucking Hussie. In the flesh.
 Choking back tears and repressing my incomparable happiness, I stood in line to meet him. Fortunately, as it was the last day of the convention, the line was incredibly short and I merely had to wait for two people to meet him. My true love.
 After informing him of the unebelievable fucking mission I had to bust to haul my sweet ass over to meet him, I gave him the only things I had on me to autograph. The inside of the back cover of my phone, and a Denny’s napkin. After this, I asked the John cosplayer standing behind me to take a picture of us together. He put his arm around me so tenderly, it felt as if the angels themselves had just placed their hands upon me. I did the same, and the first picture was taken.
 “One more!” said the John cosplayer, pointing the camera at us. Oh how I wished this moment would last forever. Our bodies intertwined, our souls slowly merging into one consciousness. I now knew the true meaning of love. In a spur of the moment, an instant before the picture was taken, I kissed him. I planted my lips firmly onto his cheek, an action which shocked him as well as John and the others waiting in line. It was the most intense and passionate moment of my life. Sorry, ex girlfriends.
 Unfortunately, I was sucked back to reality, and remembered my flight. I checked the clock. 12:30 PM. Hussie told me to go catch my flight, and as I turned around choking back tears I whispered “I love you.“ 
 I had been gone for over a half hour, and had to make the return as quickly as possible. I found the anime slut, handed her her pass and thanked her, and quickly made my way through the massive crowd to find Howard. The clock was ticking, and when I finally located him, I jumped into the shuttle as it moved, reminescent of a poorly directed action film from the 1980’s.
 “Step on it, chief!” I yelled. Unfortunately, the cheif could not step on it, as there was more traffic in the area than New York during rush hour. I still wonder why they call it rush hour if everything moves so slowly. I received a text from my brother.
 “I know you’re at Comic Con. If you aren’t back in ten minutes, I swear to God we are leaving without you.”
 I received a text every minute I was in the shuttle informing me of how long I had left to make it. I began to panic, but Howard assured me we would make it on time. I had until 12:45. I was dropped off at the airport, terminal 1, at 12:43. I thanked Howard, paid him, and ran to the second terminal as fast as I could, while listening to Sburban Jungle on my iPod. It was the second most intense moment of my life.
 Thankfully, I arrived on time. My family was enraged. I was so completely screwed. In fact, I am still awaiting judgement from my father for being so completely stupid and reckless. However, now that I am back in Florida, I can say for certain that I have no regrets. Every time I look at that Denny’s napkin, or look at my phone, I know that I met Andrew Fucking Hussie.
 Fandom, I doubt you will even bother to read this far, but it’s those idiotic, reckless moments that you work up the gumption to go for that truly make life worth living. The adrenaline rush, the satisfaction of acquiring what you wanted, and most importantly, experiencing true love. So remember to take risks in life. Because even if you do get caught, you will regret it much less than if you had done nothing.
 I want to thank the universe, or god, or coincidence, or whatever unseen force handles this world, for allowing me to make this trip so conveniently, for had one thing gone wrong I would have missed my flight. So thank you Howard, Gamzee, John, and slutty anime cosplayer.
 And finally, Hussie, I’m certain you will not read this, nor remember me after the picture was taken, nor think about me ever again in your life, but I just want you to know that you truly touched me. Through Homestuck, through Problem Sleuth, and through your glorious, glorious face. Thank you Hussie, for making my trip, and my life, worth living so much more. I love you.

oh my gosh
i was the dad in line with the john when this happened, though you didnt mention me in your story
after you left, hussie and the security guard stood in shock and asked what just happened. we told them of your tale, and they laughed a bit and wished you luck on your plane flight.

this is the most heart warming tale I’ve ever read

OH MY GOD IM CRYING

Am I the only one who doesn’t agree on what he called the con goers and the lady tht helped him out? Super rude dude. Other then that pretty crazy story.

gamzee-egbert:

randomishramblings:

cosplaymallow:

stupidmcdumb:

Fandom, allow me a moment of your time so that I may recount to you a true story. A sequence of events that I believe are a pure embodiment the human spirits of love, perseverence, and recklessness. This is the story of the day I met Andrew Hussie.

It took place on Sunday: the final day of San Diego Comic Con, as well as the day I was scheduled to embark on a return flight back to Florida. Although I enjoyed my brief week long stay with family in California, I was thoroughly disappointed that I was unable to acquire a badge to enter Comic Con, as I unwittingly believed that I would be able to purchase one at the door. The possibility of meeting Hussie face to face was so enticing, that I managed to convince my family to plan the trip coincide with the dates scheduled for convention. Naturally, I was crushed to learn I would not be able to fulfill this dream because of the fat neckbeards who took my badge away from me. However, I was not prepared to give up so easily.

My flight was scheduled to leave at 1:50 PM, and Hussie’s Sunday autograph session was from 12:00 - 3:00 PM. On the way to the San Diego International Airport, I begged and pleaded with my family that we make a quick stop at Comic Con, hoping I could borrow a badge for a few minutes in order to meet this living legend in the flesh. Unfortunately, they vehemently denied. Little did they know, they would be unable to stop me.

I hatched the plan during the car ride, using my phone to map the location of the convention center relative to the airport. Perfect, it was only 3 miles away. It was a stretch, but I knew if I were to ditch my family at the airport and catch a taxi, I would be able to make it, meet the Huss, and be back before the flight left. 

Once at the airport, I left my family at roughly 11:50 AM before passing the security checkpoint, stating I had to use the bathroom. I quickly made my way outside to wait for a cab. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long, as a man named Howard, the driver of an airport shuttle, offered me a ride to the convention center for a mere $8. I impatiently waded through the comic con traffic, constantly checking the time on my phone, knowing my family would be onto me. I arrived at the convention center in about 15 minutes, and departed after exchanging phone numbers with Howard for a ride back. Now began the second  challenge: getting a badge.

I asked as many people as I could, offering them money and even to hold on to my iPod as leeway, however each firmly rejected my offer, clutching their beloved  badges close to their chests. Stupid neckbeards. Finally, a lovely young blonde, dressed as an anime slut, who was taking a cigarette break outside of the center, lent me her pass. She told me to bring it back as soon as possible, as it was a professional pass and she had to return to her booth soon. I thanked her and quickly entered the convention center. 

I was in.

I did not know where to begin searching, as the convention center was tremendous and crowded. Fortunately, a booth operator directed me to the autograph area, which was on the second floor. I made my way up as quickly as possible, all the while constantly ignoring phone calls from my older brother. Once I reached the autograph area, I asked a friendly Gamzee where Hussie was, and he informed me he was stationed at Booth #7. I thanked him, and then…I saw him.

He was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. His messy brown hair draped ever so gracefully over his forehead. The pale glow of his smooth, soft skin glistened in the sunlight from the windows as did his eyes, whose shade of blue were unmatched in mortal beauty and appeared to have been crafted from pieces of the sky itself. His figure, so slender and delicate, like that of the most dainty and beauteous ballerina. His smile, so awkward yet confident. And his lips… oh his lips. I was speechless.

Andrew Fucking Hussie. In the flesh.

Choking back tears and repressing my incomparable happiness, I stood in line to meet him. Fortunately, as it was the last day of the convention, the line was incredibly short and I merely had to wait for two people to meet him. My true love.

After informing him of the unebelievable fucking mission I had to bust to haul my sweet ass over to meet him, I gave him the only things I had on me to autograph. The inside of the back cover of my phone, and a Denny’s napkin. After this, I asked the John cosplayer standing behind me to take a picture of us together. He put his arm around me so tenderly, it felt as if the angels themselves had just placed their hands upon me. I did the same, and the first picture was taken.

“One more!” said the John cosplayer, pointing the camera at us. Oh how I wished this moment would last forever. Our bodies intertwined, our souls slowly merging into one consciousness. I now knew the true meaning of love. In a spur of the moment, an instant before the picture was taken, I kissed him. I planted my lips firmly onto his cheek, an action which shocked him as well as John and the others waiting in line. It was the most intense and passionate moment of my life. Sorry, ex girlfriends.

Unfortunately, I was sucked back to reality, and remembered my flight. I checked the clock. 12:30 PM. Hussie told me to go catch my flight, and as I turned around choking back tears I whispered “I love you.“ 

I had been gone for over a half hour, and had to make the return as quickly as possible. I found the anime slut, handed her her pass and thanked her, and quickly made my way through the massive crowd to find Howard. The clock was ticking, and when I finally located him, I jumped into the shuttle as it moved, reminescent of a poorly directed action film from the 1980’s.

“Step on it, chief!” I yelled. Unfortunately, the cheif could not step on it, as there was more traffic in the area than New York during rush hour. I still wonder why they call it rush hour if everything moves so slowly. I received a text from my brother.

“I know you’re at Comic Con. If you aren’t back in ten minutes, I swear to God we are leaving without you.”

I received a text every minute I was in the shuttle informing me of how long I had left to make it. I began to panic, but Howard assured me we would make it on time. I had until 12:45. I was dropped off at the airport, terminal 1, at 12:43. I thanked Howard, paid him, and ran to the second terminal as fast as I could, while listening to Sburban Jungle on my iPod. It was the second most intense moment of my life.

Thankfully, I arrived on time. My family was enraged. I was so completely screwed. In fact, I am still awaiting judgement from my father for being so completely stupid and reckless. However, now that I am back in Florida, I can say for certain that I have no regrets. Every time I look at that Denny’s napkin, or look at my phone, I know that I met Andrew Fucking Hussie.

Fandom, I doubt you will even bother to read this far, but it’s those idiotic, reckless moments that you work up the gumption to go for that truly make life worth living. The adrenaline rush, the satisfaction of acquiring what you wanted, and most importantly, experiencing true love. So remember to take risks in life. Because even if you do get caught, you will regret it much less than if you had done nothing.

I want to thank the universe, or god, or coincidence, or whatever unseen force handles this world, for allowing me to make this trip so conveniently, for had one thing gone wrong I would have missed my flight. So thank you Howard, Gamzee, John, and slutty anime cosplayer.

And finally, Hussie, I’m certain you will not read this, nor remember me after the picture was taken, nor think about me ever again in your life, but I just want you to know that you truly touched me. Through Homestuck, through Problem Sleuth, and through your glorious, glorious face. Thank you Hussie, for making my trip, and my life, worth living so much more. I love you.

oh my gosh

i was the dad in line with the john when this happened, though you didnt mention me in your story

after you left, hussie and the security guard stood in shock and asked what just happened. we told them of your tale, and they laughed a bit and wished you luck on your plane flight.

this is the most heart warming tale I’ve ever read

OH MY GOD IM CRYING

Am I the only one who doesn’t agree on what he called the con goers and the lady tht helped him out? Super rude dude. Other then that pretty crazy story.