whenever people post about how they had to explain fandom to their mom and it was miserable, i’m like WEAK. WEAK, WEAK, WEAK. you haven’t lived until your mom decides to become the club advisor to the community college anime club for over ten years to support your horrid teenager lifestyle. you haven’t LIVED until your sweet innocent hairdresser starts showing you her daughter’s five nights at freddys fanart and asks if you can explain it to her. YOU HAVEN’T LIVED until a new friend you’ve just made corners you in a crowded elevator and says “you look like someone who reads homestuck, can you explain it to me?”