could i request garnet teaching jasper about kissing? i feel like this is a human thing homeworld gems wouldn't know :')
Shows up 30 years later with this drabble. Sorry my friend, but I hope you like!
Killed the Cat
Jasper wasn’t particularly interested in human culture.
Her first time on the planet she didn’t even recall any
instance of her interacting with it at all. Now that she was - for the
foreseeable future – going to be living on Earth and fighting for it, she
figured it was as good a time as any to learn.
Of course this is mostly just what she told herself to make
it feel more like it was her idea to do so as opposed to Steven insisting on it
with Pearl glaring at her over his shoulder.
Steven had been no less than absolutely enthusiastic,
showing her everything he could think of in Beach City. She wasn’t so sure the
town was the pinnacle of culture, but it was mercifully small, so by the time
sunset rolled around they were done. They walked back to the temple and she
lifted Steven to sit on her shoulders as she had seen a human do with their
Steven had initially seemed surprised when she did it,
seeing as she hadn’t even asked him about the tradition when they had first
seen it. Soon enough, however, he had chalked it up to her just being good at
understanding new cultures. Amethyst was much the same in this sense. He
continued speaking on aspects of human culture they hadn’t seen in Beach City
as they approached the temple.
“And then, when you wake up, you see that Santa left you
presents under the tree!”
Jasper hummed in thought. “I’ll have to increase perimeter
security. Presents or not this… Santa…
is an intruder on gem property.”
Steven laughed nervously, trying to lean down and see Jasper’s
face to judge how serious she was about that. He didn’t really have to look to
know she was not kidding at all about that though. With a slight grimace he
glanced towards the temple, and almost sighed with relief when he saw Garnet.
“You should talk to Garnet! I think she’ll maybe explain how
Christmas works a little better than me.” He explained. Jasper simply nodded.
She carried him up the stairs and greeted Garnet with a nod
before lifting Steven off of her shoulders and placing him on the deck.
“Steven,” Garnet began, crouching down closer to his height,
“It’s getting late. You should go take a shower.”
He nodded and gave her a playful salute, which she returned
before watching as he ran into the house. She looked up at Jasper with a smirk
as she stood again.
“How did it go?”
Jasper shrugged, crossing her arms and gazing out at the
still ocean. “Steven is… enthusiastic
about everything. I think I was more amused listening to him explain the glory
of such mundane traditions than anything.” She frowned, looking back at Garnet.
“Except there a few I didn’t quite understand. Like Christmas. This… Santa
character?” She raised a questioning eyebrow.
Garnet snickered. “I was concerned as well. Greg explained
that Santa is just him leaving gifts for Steven. I’m pretty sure Steven knows,
but he plays along with Greg.”
Jasper snorted. “I see.” She recalled something else she had
seen during the day. “There was something else Steven hadn’t mentioned. It was
this… ritual between two humans. They touched faces. Lips, specifically. I
thought it was odd.”
“A kiss.” Garnet answered, amusement coloring her tone.
Jasper raised her brow. “A kiss?”
Garnet nodded. “A sign of affection between humans.” Then
she grinned mischievously. “Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” Jasper questioned, smirk already pulling at her
lips as she scooted closer to where Garnet stood. “And the rest of the time?”
Garnet shrugged as she stepped closer as well. “Lots of
reasons.” She eyed Jasper. “Like… Curiosity.”
“Hmm. I’m curious.” Jasper intoned. “After all, I’m supposed
to be learning about the humans.” Quick as a cobra strike she reached out and
wrapped an arm around Garnet’s waist, pulling the other gem into her chest.
Garnet could’ve dodged the grab. She’d seen it as a possibility.
But what could she say, she was a little curious too.
“Okay. So what you’ll want to do is pucker your lips a
little.” She demonstrated.
Jasper mimicked the look, pursing hers a little too much.
Garnet chuckled and Jasper blushed at the reaction. “Did I do something wrong?”
Garnet shook her head. “No, not really. I’ve just never seen
you do anything… cute before.”
Jasper raised a brow. “I’m not cute,” She deadpanned.
Garnet shrugged. “Whatever you say.” She lazily threw her
arms over Jasper’s shoulders, pulling the taller gem down slightly so they were
more level. “You know what, you’re a smart gem. You don’t need step by step
instructions.” And with that she rose to touch her lips to Jasper’s.
She pulled back after a moment, taking in Jasper’s surprised
expression. Jasper was quiet. Of course, that didn’t last long. “Was that it?”
Garnet threw her head back and laughed. Jasper felt
something in her gut flutter at the sight. “In the most basic sense, yeah,”
Garnet answered. “You did great.” Something in her expression changed, her
eyelids falling slightly as she fixed Jasper with a sultry look. “In fact, I
think you’re ready for level two.”
Jasper returned Garnet’s look, picking up all of her cues
easily as she tightened her grip around the fusion’s waist. “For curiosities
sake?” She asked.
Garnet shrugged and put a hand on the back of Jasper’s neck.
“Yeah, sure.” She said before pulling Jasper down again.
.Ma adesso basta, andiamo e uccidiamoli senza pietà! Tutti compresi, nessuno escluso!
.Ci vogliono le bombe, ancora non lo avete capito.
.Buttiamoli fuori tutti. Sono tutti uguali.
Così mi si presenta la home di Facebook stamattina, tra il cordoglio e la solidarietà spicciola si fa strada, sempre più prorompente ed evidente, il razzismo e la convinzione di bombe, come se non fosse già abbastanza il sangue e la carne a brandelli e i bambini che spirano troppo presto.
Ma sì, ammazziamoli tutti senza distinzione, ché sono tutti uguali, donne uomini e bambini.
Rispondiamo con il fuoco al fuoco che noi stessi probabilmente abbiamo acceso. Mettiamo altra benzina, fatta di intolleranza e nazionalismo, che non è amor di patria.
Fomentiamo l'odio e rendiamo ancora più alti e spessi i confini, quel che divide “Noi” da “loro”. Senza renderci conto che noi e loro siamo noi, tutti. Che siamo sullo stesso barcone che fa acqua da tutte le parti e che né noi né loro abbiamo libertà e comando del timone.
Andiamo a sbattere gli uni contro gli altri in una guerra fatta di terrore e paura, perché è così che ci vogliono. Zitti, chiusi in casa, scontrosi tra di noi.
Carina anche la Meloni che, dolce donna, sventola manifesti con su scritto “disinneschiamo l'odio” mentre è proprio lei, e quelli come lei, che lo innescano e mettono fuoco alla miccia mentre stanno al riparo.
Disinneschiamo l'odio, e diventiamo tutti ultrà!
Troppe parole quando bisognerebbe solo stare in silenzio.
re: the ask I just sent you about lush, it is horrible :( but the posts talk about how lush is too good to be true - 100% natural, vegan, faitrade or w/e, all that stuff, and the more you read the more you realise it's just a facade. Staff are overworked bc you work 'for the love', Constantine or whoever is in charge is misogynist/generally evil bc despite customer info leaks/shitty products/severe reactions to bath bombs (i.e. THRUSH) at least lush is 'trying'. like wtf. srsly, read the series!
Nowhere is safe. Petition to move into the woods so we can all just eat dirt and not worry about the Evils of Capitalism
Ma forse non è vero che tutto sta finendo, tutta questa angoscia potrebbe essere solo una questione prospettica; forse, come per il calore nei giorni di umidità, il rischio percepito è molto più alto del rischio reale (ma questo non vuol dire che non si soffra lo stesso e non ci sembri di morire di paura o di afa); la storia è piena di momenti crudeli, cruenti, terribili come e più di questo, forse il mondo non è mai stato un bel posto e ci eravamo abituati male, c’eravamo abituati troppo bene, perché, pur in mezzo a tante sopraffazioni e ingiustizie, l’Europa dopo la seconda guerra mondiale ha vissuto mezzo secolo di quasi-pace, che la nostra generazione ha goduto a pieno e ora ci sembra di essere sull’orlo di un’apocalisse che non verrà e non deve venire, perché è ancora così bello quaggiù, nonostante le bombe e i contorti motivi che le scatenano.