what i learned today while tallying homestuck statistics:
Dave has no idea how to end a conversation. I mean, I knew he just never shut the fuck up, but i’m trying to tally the number of conversations and in acts 1-4, and dave has had like, 8, total. cause whenever someone else says goodbye he just keeps talking at them until they eventually come back instead of actually signing out of pesterchum like a normal person
don’t have to separate these things with Jefferson. He can have written this incredible
document, and several incredible documents, that we all, sort of- with things
that we all believe in. And he sucks.
think those are both true, and those have to be both true. I think we really
have to stop separating them, ‘cause that’s when you get into trouble. That’s
when you stop letting people be whole people.
Daveed Diggs with glasses ✔
Daveed Diggs without glasses ✔
Daveed Diggs with hair up ✔
Daveed Diggs with hair down ✔
Daveed Diggs rapping ✔✔
Daveed Diggs with a puppy ✔✔✔✔
Daveed Diggs in a suit ✔✔✔✔✔
Daveed Diggs ✔✔✔✔✔✔✔
-Daves who love Karkat
-Daves who love John
-Daves who love Terezi
-Daves who love Jade
-Daves who love Tavros
-Daves who love anyone they love
-Daves with PTSD
-Daves who had a good life
-Daves who are Knight of Time
-Daves who had other classpects
-Daves who are human
-Daves who are troll
-Daves who cry a lot
-Daves who laugh a lot
-Daves who love themself
-Daves who hate themself
-Daves who are Trickster
-Daves who are other AUs
-Daves who love rapping
-Daves who understand quadrants
-Daves who don’t understand quadrants
-Daves who love being kin
-Daves who hate being kin
-Daves who don’t feel accepted as kin
-Daves who question their kin
-Daves with memories
-Daves without memories
-Daves who smile
-Daves who frown
-Daves who are tall
-Daves who are short
-Daves who have full lips
-Daves who have big noses
-Daves who arent “conventionally” attractive
-Daves who *are*
-Daves who are Asian
-Daves who are Hispanic
-Daves who are POC
-Daves who are white
-Daves who are tan
-Daves who are pale
-Daves with naturally white hair
-Daves with naturally blonde hair
-Daves who dye their hair
-Daves who *dont* die their hair
-Daves who are cis
-Daves who are trans
-Daves who are nonbinary
-Daves who are godtier
-Daves who aren’t godtier
-Daves who died
-Daves who didnt
-Every single Dave is good
-Every single one of you
-Don’t forget that
-I love you
Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)
Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks!
“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.
A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.
“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.
The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.
Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.
You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.
The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.
You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.
‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’
“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.
About Alexander Hamilton.
He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.
He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.
You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.
He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.
You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.
Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.
“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”
He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.
“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”
You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.
Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.
‘Well, back to bed for me.’
“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.
You laughed and hugged him back.
“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”
A smile crossed his face as he cheered.
“Thank you so much!”
“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”
He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.
“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.
“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”
He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.
Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.
You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.
Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.
You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.
Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.
How crazy was that.
“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.
“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.
“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.
He took your breath away.
You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.
As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.
“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”
“I’ve totally got you beat.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”
“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.
EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.