🧃 Fandom posting, mostly Homestuck and Striders. There's brofuck in there, can you imagine.
🍹 This used to be a curated HS incest ship art archive, mostly for my own use, but I gave that up after the purge. So there's a big chunk of posts that are completely unlabeled and this knowledge haunts me day and night. I'm trying to get back in the saddle but I definitely don't have the energy to be as meticulous as before.
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mehuposting - Original posts from this blog.
mehu writes - My writing, be it fics, ficlets, drabbles, headcanons, or pervert thoughts. Basically any of my fandom and shipping related posts go under this tag.
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wank - Discourse adjacent topics and other such frothing at the mouth, pls blacklist if you'd rather not take part!
💜 Organizational ship tags under cut, theres a lot 🩷
Please keep in mind that this blog was created in 2017 and contains thousands of posts, and like a fool, I did not originally write up a key for all the tags used here, as I was expecting myself to be the primary user of this archive. But I feel like it'd be nice to finally make my trove a little more searchable. More tags to be added when I feel like it, but here are the basics to start with:
bc - betacest aka brodave, the og vintage stridercest flavor
ac - alpha stridercest, aka alphacest, aka alpha!dave x dirk
tc - teencest, aka dirkdave and davedirk
gc - guardiancest, aka bro x alpha!dave
strifam - for wholesome strider interaction, hopefully
strilols - group pictures featuring striders and lalondes, probably?
Solo pictures and non-shippy arts are tagged with the characters' first names or equivalent, like #davesprite, #rose, or #bro. Try your luck in the search.
Miscellaneous pairings that I don't have a lot of content for are probably tagged with one or two common fandom terms for that ship, use the search and see if anything comes up. "Hope this helps" is at this point the only thing I can say. Good luck.
I have a long ass masterlist of every single artist tag I've ever used somewhere in my files, but I don't wanna look at it or get into it bc it's a massive headache. Again, use the search, pick up an artist tag from a post that interests you and see what comes up. Existing artist tags follow the formula of #artist [url or nickname]. Due to many artists using several different urls over the course of their time in the fandom, I have either opted to use their last known url as a tag for them, or I may have given them a unique nickname, particularly if they've gone thru an excessive number of different urls and if I have a substantial amount of content reblogged from them.
Unfortunately since the 2018 purge a lot of content is missing from many tags since most nsfw got vaporized. I have a backup of this blog's content with all the juicy bits kept safely on my hard drive, from before the nuke. However reposting that content publicly is a bit of gray area, since a lot of the original artists are not around anymore, and if they are, they've long since moved on from HS and in most cases don't want to be associated with their old art anymore.
In the future I might be open to sharing old art via some other channel, but uhhhhhh I'll get to it when I get to it. As of right now (January 2026) I'm not open to this possibility.
Thinking about the scene where Eva's henchmen chase Grace down and capture him, sedate him, and prepare him to be shot into space.
This scene, man. Where do I begin. This is gonna get personal and embarrassing but my brain won't let me sleep unless I put it into words right now. I want to talk a little about mental illness coping mechanisms and the eroticism of having control taken from you, and how those things are linked together. I guess that works as some kind of content warning. Let's begin.
That scene touched me in a spot on my soul that's been wounded, scabbed over, scratched open, healed yet again, only to be scratched open innumerable times to come.
From what I know and understand, it's an incredibly common experience for a neurodiverse/mentally ill/abused/otherwise socially misfit person to want to just... disappear. I suppose it's classified as a form of suicidal ideation, even if the person doesn't make detailed plans on how they intend to end their own life. If it constantly feels like there is no place for you in this world, it's only logical that you'd want to just check out, evaporate, hop into a different dimension, or something else along those lines. It's a feeling that's very familiar to me personally.
It's that feeling where you don't exactly want to literally die. You just want a break for while. You want someone else to take the reins. Maybe you want to sleep for a few months without time passing. Maybe you joke about wanting to be abducted by aliens. Maybe you have a secret fantasy about getting into an accident that would put you out of commission for a while and force you to take a break, and be taken care of by others. Maybe it's as simple as hoping, as a force of habit, not really thinking about the meaning too much, that the Lord would take you in your sleep. Fuck, maybe like me, your favorite song as a teen was Fireflies by Owl City because of the line "Please take me away from here" featured in the lyrics. If that is not a clear prayer for a divine intervention, nothing is.
The scene where Grace is captured, I feel like it's meant to primarily be scary/uncomfortable/sad. You feel sympathy for Grace as his bodily autonomy and basic human rights are violated. It's a very dramatic scene that's meant to evoke strong emotions, and it's a vital piece in the puzzle of Grace's past.
To me, however, this scene is not only deeply erotic, because I am a pervert, but also emotionally extremely impactful. The first time I watched the scene, the word "freedom" kept rattling around my brain. To me, this is Grace being set free of his fear and and any preconceived notions he has about himself, even if it's done forcibly. If Grace had been sent on the mission with his memories intact, he would've sabotaged the whole thing. He would've been too crippled by his fears and insecurities and the sheer weight of the whole situation to do anything about it. Eva knew Grace did have it in him, but he had to be pushed. I'm not going to argue the morality or ethics of her actions, this is not the time for that.
The rainbow he sees in the sky right before his vision goes dark, that could mean many things. It could symbolize a bridge along which he crosses over from this world to the next, since with the administration of the amnestic drug, the "old" Grace "dies" and the "new" Grace wakes up upon the Hail Mary, light years away from home, and eventually settles on Erid, quite literally another world.
The rainbow could also be symbol for a wish of a better life. Somewhere over the rainbow, anyone? Where dreams come true and bluebirds fly? Why oh why can't I? This brings us back to the theme of wanting to disappear, wanting something else, something better, wanting to be taken away. It also ties neatly into the previous point, because Grace did build a new life on Erid and I'd argue he's happier there than he ever was on Earth. Dreams do come true.
It could also symbolize whatever the gay fuck he and Rocky got going on, but I digress. Lol.
The scene as a whole is also incredibly reminiscent of a sexual assault. His control is taken away. He is overpowered, something put into his body against his will. He is irreversibly transformed as a result. You do see this, don't you? Surely I can't be the only one who got major squiggly butterflies in their stomach about this?
And the whole deal with being put into a coma, oh my god. Somebody hooked him up to all of the life support equipment, someone took care that Armando would be there to assist in whatever situation would arise. Someone probably gently brushed his hair away from his face before they zipped him up, warm and safe, all of his needs taken care of. Ultimate form of having control taken from you. He basically gets to be a sleeping beauty aboard a space ship.
I understand that this whole situation is extremely horrifying and even triggering to some, but to me it is basically a dream. No control. No thoughts. No responsibilities. Even bodily functions taken care of. That's as close to "I want to sleep for a few months with no consequences and wake up with my life and brain reset" as you can get. Temporary death, almost. Sounds like heaven to me.
God. How do I tie this together. I suddenly ran out of steam. I feel like I had a nice, succinct closing sentence but I lost it somewhere along the way. That scene compels me both emotionally and sexually because I have a deep-seated desire to escape this life and not be in control, due to being an autistic pervert who is sometimes so extremely done with everything, and I highly suspect I'm not the only one with these thoughts. Hopefully this doesn't sound completely insane.
Lump in my throat as i think abt how much my granny would've loved phm. She was a big lover of movies and shows and we would periodically recommed stuff to each other, we always had similar taste (that being "kinda weird" or "kinda dark") despite our obvious age difference. She always had such a mellow loving heart and she always managed to restore my faith in life when everything felt hopeless.
I can only hope, that whatever afterlife she's in rn, that they got movies there.
I desperately need Grace in one of those really loose-fitting sleeveless tops with the really wide armholes so he's constantly giving nipslips 🙏😳 Gunshow and boobshow 2-in-1 combo, pls and thank you
My half-hearted apologies to all the Strider enthusiast followers who are sat waiting for the rare crumbs i might someday drop. Your orders are in processing limbo until i'm finished lusting after ryan gosling. Estimated time of delivery: 404 page not found
The BIGGEST tumblr cocaine to me is when like. A mutual you know is following you, but they're one you almost never see. You just know they are there. And then once in a blue moon, they bestow upon you a single, carefully selected like. It feels so special. :)
It really makes you feel humbled and stupid when you fall in love with a character who is so clearly in line with your usual type. It's like walking under a box propped up by a stick, with a weepy, blue-eyed, tender-hearted blonde man as bait. Goddamn it.
God. I'm weepy thinking about the VERY first time Rocky was able to sleep with someone watching over him, after 50 years alone. It must have been... i cannot imagine. It must have been his best sleep in that half a century. My soul hurts.
This movie is just so visually stunning. One of my favorite shots is when Grace gives Ilyukhina's body her space burial, and her hair floats in the void. It's so beautiful and it's the first thing that made me cry while watching.
Obsessed with the 1 second shot at the beginning of the film where Grace is sipping vodka while wearing what i think might be a cinnamoroll hat. Immaculate.
It's sad slash funny im too autistic for cosmic horror. Idk it's never rly been the genre to unsettle me. If a creature beyond human comprehension, dribbling blood and mucous and pulsating with exposed flesh and deformed organs materialized in my room, my reaction deadass would be "hey don't get blood on the floor, this place is RENTED" and then i'd try to get it to eat the landlords.
