#MOTHERSDAY. MOTHER GRUB DAY. FEMININE CARETAKER APPRECIATION DAY. ALL-LUSUS DAY. JADEBLOOD APPRECIATION DAY. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER MOLDY CORNER OF PARADOX SPACE YOUR VERNACULAR COMES FROM, THE THROUGH-LINE IS OBVIOUS ENOUGH TO ANYONE WITH HALF A SPONGE CELL. WE GET IT. TONIGHT IS A NIGHT TO GET OFF THE LOUNGEPLANK AND THANK SOME MISBEGOTTEN ENTITY IN YOUR LIFE'S HISTORY FOR BEING THE REASON YOU AREN'T A *COMPLETE* FUCK-UP, OR A FLAKING SMEAR ON THE GROUND. AND NOT JUST THE LUSUS-EQUIVALENT THAT KEPT YOUR SORRY SEEDFLAP FROM BEING SQUASHED INTO PASTE. THE ONE, IF ANY, WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT MAYBE THERE WAS MORE TO THE WHOLE SPECTRUM OF TROLL EMOTION THAN HATE AND FEAR. SOMEONE WHOSE METHOD OF REARING YOU HAD SOME FLEETING, THERMODYNAMIC SPECK OF *WARMTH* TO IT. I'M TALKING ABOUT *NURTURE* OVER NATURE. I CHOOSE TO EXTRAPOLATE THAT IF THERE'S ANY DISTINCTION TO BE MADE ABOUT THIS DAY AND ITS INTENDED FOCUS-FIRED TARGET, THIS IS A DAY TO THANK SOMEONE WHO TOOK YOU IN AND SHOWED YOU SOME KIND OF MEANINGFUL KINDNESS WHEN THEY MOST CERTAINLY DIDN'T FUCKING NEED TO. AND DESPITE MY RESERVATIONS ABOUT OPENING A VEIN ON MAIN AND JUST BLEEDING MY STUPID, ACHING PUSHER ALL OVER THE FLOOR WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE IT, I THINK THAT THIS KIND OF SENTIMENT DOES, IN FACT, MATTER. SIGH. I AM GOING TO HATE MYSELF SO MUCH MORE FOR THIS. JUST SKIP THIS CHITT IF YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT AND HAVEN'T ALREADY. MY LUSUS HAS BEEN DEAD FOR A LONG TIME, NOW. SURE. FINE. WHATEVER. I BARELY THOUGHT ABOUT IT UNTIL THE OTHER NIGHT, WHEN COOLSCAR SHOWED OFF THE CRAB LUSII HE TAKES CARE OF ON BEFORUS. BUT DESPITE WHAT AN ORNERY BOTTOMFEEDER HE WAS, HE STILL MADE ROOM FOR ME. AT THE TIME, I THOUGHT THAT WAS ENOUGH. THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, THE MORE I THINK I WAS THE ONE WHO SHOWED *HIM* HOW TO STOP HIS INCENSED SCUTTLING FOR A MOMENT AND CHILL THE FUCK OUT WITH A FROZEN ROE CUBE AND A MOMENT OF PEACE. MAYBE HE DID MORE OF THE PROTECTING, AND I DID MORE OF THE NURTURING. WHICH LEADS ME TO WONDER WHERE I GOT IT FROM, IF IT WASN'T FROM HIM. IT'S NO SECRET THAT I DO, IN FACT, GIVE SEVERAL FLYING FUCKS ABOUT THE MAD AND SAD WORLD OF CINEMA. AND I THINK A PART OF THAT IS BECAUSE I WAS RAISED BY MOVIES MORE THAN MY OWN LUSUS, IN SOME WAYS. I MIGHT AS WELL BE THANKING TROLL LORELEI GILMORE OR TROLL PEG BOGGS. IT'S KIND OF PATHETIC TO ADMIT, BUT I THINK I STILL FOUND EXAMPLES OF WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DO IT JUST BY WATCHING HOW IT *COULD* BE DONE. AND LATER ON, WHEN I HAD THE GOOD GRACE TO SEE MY HOME PLANET GET PELTED WITH METEORS AND HUCKED INTO THE INCIPISPHERE WITH A BUNCH OF BICKERING JABBERMAWS TO GO ON THE BIGGEST FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE MISADVENTURE EVER TO HURL ME ONTO ANOTHER PLANET, I'LL ADMIT THAT I ALSO HAD SOME PRETTY GOOD TEACHERS. KANAYA, FOR ONE. I FEEL LIKE I'M LEARNING FROM HER EVERY DAY, TRYING TO INTERNALIZE SOME SHEDDING FLAKE OF THE SHEER, INTUITIVE VIRTUOSITY WITH WHICH SHE NURTURES LITERALLY TENS OF THOUSANDS OF SCREAMING GRUBS. INSUFFERABLE AS I FIND MOST OF THE BEFORANS I'VE MET, I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT SOME OF THEM KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT WHAT A KINDER, LESS CULL-OR-BE-CULLED WORLD MIGHT LOOK LIKE. AND EVEN SOME OF THE HUMANS, NOW AND AGAIN, WITH THEIR REVOLTING METHOD OF SPAWNING THEIR OWN FLESHY, PINK BLOBLINGS DIRECTLY FROM THEIR BODIES, LEAVE ME WONDERING HOW DIFFERENT IT IS TO REALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT A LIFE YOU'RE DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR. SO DESPITE THIS EXHAUSTINGLY LONG TIRADE AND MY NEEDLESSLY CONVOLUTED JUSTIFICATION FOR WHY I'M STRETCHING TODAY'S PREMISE LIKE A SPLINTERING VERTEBRATE ON A TORTURE RACK, I'M PERSONALLY DEDICATING TODAY TO THEM. TO ALL OF THEM. THE CRABDADS AND THE GILMORES AND THE KANAYAS AND THE GROSS, FLESHY, MINIATURE HUMAN SPAWNERS. WHATEVER THEY WERE, THEY WEREN'T JUST THE ONES WHO BEAT DANGER AWAY WITH A STICK. THEY WERE THE ONES WHO TAUGHT ME SOMETHING. AND GOD FUCKING FORBID, IF I SHOULD EVER FIND MYSELF IN THE UNSPEAKABLY MORTIFYING SCENARIO WHERE I EITHER ECTO-CLONE A BUNCH OF WRITHING GRUBS INTO EXISTENCE AGAIN LIKE THE LAST TIME, OR SOME DERANGED MAD SCIENTORTURER SCRAPES MY CELLS WHILE I'M SLEEPING AND MAKES SOME FREAKISH, PETITE-HORNED ABOMINATION, THEN, WELL. I HOPE THAT I'VE LEARNED ENOUGH TO HANDLE IT WELL. MAYBE SOME OF YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY. SO, WITH ONE FINAL PUMP-PALPITATING, RETCH-INDUCING SHOW OF EMPHASIS AND IN THE SHORTEST, UNFUSSIEST HUMAN PARLANCE, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. SITTING IN THE PARK, I CAREFULLY REMARK "EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING" YOU WERE IN THE DARK, I WAS IN THE DARK EVERYTHING IS MADE TO KEEP ON TURNING IT'S JUST YOU AND ME DIVINE, A CIRCULAR DESIGN (DO DO-DO DO-DO) TIME AND PLACE IN MIND POINTS ALONG A LINE (DO DO-DO DO-DO) YOU AND ME RETURN TO BE IN ORBIT ALL THE TIME YOU TURN AWAY AND AROUND I'VE BEEN COMING DOWN, I'VE BEEN COMING DOWN. HTTPS://OPEN.SPOTIFY.COM/TRACK/70IXQPO3KJR0CJTUQE3UMI?SI=D246E182B4D14A4A #LYRICPOSTING
this is the realest shit buddy, genuinely beautiful. love the way you expanded the whole dynamic to speak to somethin personal an raw. thanks for sharing genuinely
u know what damn i applaud u that was a very fuckin sweet an carin post i have more respect for u than ever it takes a lot of guts for u 2 admit shit like this #mothersday
we are raised by more than our lusii or parents karkat its the hobbies and friends and world around us that make up our whole the humans have a real charming phrase for their planet called "mother earth" and i think its apt because are raised up by everyone and everything around us! i know my karkat said some things to me when i was still dead that have stuck with me to this day so happy mothers day! to you and everyone else that shaped me into the troll i am today!