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    Saiki doesn’t know how long he’ll cling (although 'cling' isn’t quite right, given the deliberate desperation it implies; perhaps 'defer' is a better word) to a youth that doesn’t want or become him. His body seems determined to plod in the same annual cycle, unshakeable. He watches faces narrow, stubble appear, bodies fill out into adulthood. He makes excuses, or lets the excuses make themselves and nods in all the right places ("You’re so baby-faced, Saiki-kun" or, Aiura’s words, "You’ll have to show me what you use on your skin!"). It’s an unforeseen side effect of the time loop, and one he resents. Slowly but determinedly, the world moves forwards - and those he knows (or tolerates) with it.

    or: as contemplated by suckerforsaikik on tumblr, saiki ages slowly (and i make it less fluffy than originally intended)

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    06 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    hot FUCK

  2. Rec 40

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    "The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they're as clever as can be and are convinced that it's terribly important to persuade even the children that Fantastica doesn't exist.”

    Homestuck is the postmodernism Final Boss.

    This is an essay about Homestuck's philosophy, its theses on reality and growing up, what it means to live a good life, why the ending feels "off", why anything ever happens. This essay explores Homestuck's Deep Lore, the bottom of the iceberg, its most foundational core values.

    Chapter 1: Why the ending is bad (it's on purpose!).
    Chapter 2 & 3: Classpects and denizens explained, with religiously cited sources and textual evidence. I cracked the code.
    Chapter 4: How the dancestors created Lord English.

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    09 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    yeah ill incorporate that into my worldview

  3. Rec 11

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    Your name is Dave Strider. You are dead. Game over. You tried to trick Sburb and the game just spit in your face and made you fight the biggest enemy you’ve seen since Jack Noir killed your Bro and royally fucked over not just your session, but the troll’s session too. You’ve probably now also fucked over the other kids’ session, just by dragging all your shitty bullshit into their probably-fine session.

    It’s just… you don’t feel dead. You feel very alive, in fact. Your internal clock is still ticking, even though you know your death was heroic enough to count as a real one. Your body is lying somewhere, something that doesn’t feel fuzzy the way the dream bubbles did, and warm air hits your arms, which are bare. You’re not in your godtier clothes.

    You open your eyes and find yourself in your bedroom.

     

    or, Dave comes back home after he dies. There is something wrong about that.

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    20 Dec 2025

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    TT: One is not easily shaken from the broodfester tongues, John.
    TT: They are stubborn throes.

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    02 May 2025

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    But there are no sides.

    Or: It’s April 14th. There goes Janus to be buried alive.

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    22 Mar 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    i think i said it all in my comment so i'll just paraphrase from there:

    This was the longest fucking plane crash I've ever been on.

    Please read this fic. The motifs are skilled at punching In the gut and sometimes straight to the throat also. It is the most self-inflicted a tragedy could possibly be, and speaking of which - the wordplay! Hot damn the wordplay! Take a shot every time you read a pun in this fic. Take a shot every time you read this fic. Take a shot when you read this fic, you'll need it.

    This and nothing more is what I need from Sanders Sides. It is a very tall order. And tonally different from the source material. But it is also the best anything will ever get.