equal and opposite reaction

I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

skam fic rec masterpost

so i love reading fic, its like my favorite pass time and that’s all i’ve been doing for the past three months so here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

a lot of these authors are also on tumblr im sure but i don’t have all the urls so i’m gonna put the ao3 usernames for now. please if you’re on tumblr and would like your url to be in this instead of your ao3 username, just holla at me and ill change it! <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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soft and hard energies.

the soft and hard. (feminine/masculine, yin/yang - cultures and people use different terminology to describe the same essences.) they are opposites, but there is a part of each within the other; both energies exist in all things.

  • for everything, there is an equal and opposite reaction. 
  • energy is not created or destroyed, it is only changed. 

this is to say, all energy is one and the same; expressing and manifesting itself through different lenses, in different forms.

the soft.
value of others.

the hard.
value of self.

neither energy is more or less important or valuable.

  • if you have more empathy than strength, you bring harm unto yourself.
  • if you have more strength than empathy, you bring harm unto others.
  • what is expression without creativity?
  • what is creativity without expression?

balance is essential.

application to the craft:

most importantly, in my opinion, is learning that balance in all things comes first from balance within. this is something that can- and often does- take a lifetime to attain. to err is human, to err with one energy is natural. but finding an overall acceptance of both energies in and around your life can help bring understanding and peace.

use energies to inform intentions, to guide focus. a hard intention may require more action in your thought, whereas a soft intention may require more tranquility.

use the natural energies of elements and existences around you to help manifest your intentions. use the soft or hard phases of the moon to inform and amplify your intentions.

(I almost didn’t want to share this, but now I’m feeling brave.)

Every action has its equal opposite reaction.
Thanks to Donald Trump, our country’s fractured into factions.
Try not to crack under the stress, we’re breaking down like fractions.
We smack the POTUS in the press and don’t give retractions.
I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion–
The way he shrieks and tweets, and dresses in China-made fashions.
Our oppressed citizens are frightened, wondering if they should cower,
While a Nazi runs the show behind the chair of power.
This prick won’t listen his citizens that loudly beseech him.
Somebody remind Senate that he’s got enough dirt on his back so we can at last impeach him.
Type up papers, Senators. Someone file the proceeding and serve it!
We all respect the chair, but that Donald Trump does not deserve it.


Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers
    who rarely
meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another.
    But once in awhile, they do catch up, and they kiss,
    and the world
stares in awe of their ECLIPSE.

Missed Opportunities

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Anon requests: If ur still taking requests. Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that way and Juggie ends up jealous…

Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him.  One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,926

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it.  Enjoy!

You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend.  It was an accident.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened.  It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up one morning and realize you were in love. It was a slow process.

Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s.  He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding and mysterious.  He was the edgiest ten year old in Riverdale.  For the first time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself. Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more independent.  Of course, your first action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own.  Once you arrived, you realized how scary being alone was.  Scanning the diner, you looked for a companion to sit with.  You spotted a boy who looked around the same age as you.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table.  The boy stared at you suspiciously for a moment.

“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation.  You smiled and sat down across from him.

“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the table.  The boy tentatively shook it.

“Jughead,” he introduced himself.

“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose.  He shrugged.

“I know.”

Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October night, and you forgot your jacket.  Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead, knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was playing.  You asked him, with a smirk, if he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite movie.  The two of you sat together watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders.  Bitter October night winds blew in, causing you to shiver.  Jughead noticed this, so he drew you closer to him.  It wasn’t the warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.

There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with your best friend.  Every time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart skipped a beat.  Each time your hands brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you could feel your affection swell.

But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal opposite reaction.  Every time you fell a little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart because you could never be with him.  You knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.  All the risks threatening your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.

Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best friend was more difficult than you imagined.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your head to snap up.  Immediately, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head.  He shook his head at you.

“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes.  “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off.  “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.  

“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell you.”  Satisfied with your answer, he nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop.  The two of you sat in the diner booth, each doing your own thing.  After an hour of silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table.  Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his laptop lid.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.  You pursed your lips for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked.  He shot you a confused glance, so you elaborated.  “Have you ever thought about us, I don’t know… as not friends?  Like more?”  Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged. You bit your lip.

“Do you think it could ever work?”

“I don’t know,” he responded.  “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.  “I know exactly what you mean.”

The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you.  Every time you attempted to approach him, he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.  After practically confessing your feelings last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you.  This continued throughout the rest of the week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate with him.  On Friday, Archie approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity.  You shrugged and shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing his frown to deepen.  “Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I know it’s been a rough week for you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight.  It’s a big game, so I’d just really appreciate it if you were there.”  He offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.

“Sure, Archie,” you responded.  He thanked you and headed away, probably searching for other people to invite to the game.  You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of everything that had happened. It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.

You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into the bleachers, looking for a place to sit. As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead.  Before he could turn his head to look at you, you dashed out of sight.  Finally, you found a seat at the top of the bleachers. You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored.  Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game, and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate Archie.  Instead of finding Archie, you ran into Reggie.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over you.  

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted.  You shrugged.

“Did you want to?”

“Well yeah,” he laughed. Oddly, you found yourself blushing. “We should catch up sometime, (Y/N). How about Tuesday?”  You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Seriously?” you questioned. He nodded as if it was obvious.

“Of course.  Eight o’clock at Pop’s?”  You grinned and nodded.  He did the same and then walked off to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.

“Reggie?  Seriously (Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed, stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.

Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met Reggie at Pop’s.  He sat waiting in a booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin.  The night went successfully, and you thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie. You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time.  It was nearly midnight.  “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling.  He grinned.

“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?”  You hesitated at this, and for the first time you looked up and spotted Jughead. Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze.  You turned back to Reggie and frowned.

“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers.  His face slowly fell as he anticipated what you were going to say.  “You’re a great guy.  Any girl would be lucky to have you, but… I like someone else.”  You smiled apologetically at him.  “I’m sorry.  I hope we can still be friends.”  The football star stood up, remaining in front of your table.  He offered you a small smile.

“I understand,” he sighed. “Of course we can be friends.  I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”  He strode away from your table and exited the diner. Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to Jughead.  You stood up and rushed over to his table.

“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across from him.  He refused to make eye contact with you.  “Were you spying on me?”

“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation. You didn’t back down.

“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned.  “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve spoken in a week.”

“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing quieter.  You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind.  Whatever, Jughead.”  You rose from your seat and prepared to exit, but Jughead grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you.  You raised an eyebrow.  “I’m sorry.”

“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically.  “This makes everything better, Jughead.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”

“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes as you settled back into your seat.  “Because I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said anything about it.”

“What feelings?” he questioned.  “All you asked me is if I thought we should be a couple.”

“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed.  “Did you really just think that was just casual conversation, Jug?  Come on, you’re smarter than that!”

“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed, frustratedly throwing his hands up.  “How do you think I felt, (Y/N)?  When I thought my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me?  I was fucking terrified!”  This drew you aback.

“Terrified?” you echoed. “Why… why were you terrified?”

“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder.  “I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something changed.  I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I certainly don’t know why.  All I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and I didn’t.”  He was almost panting by the end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock.  The two of you sat together in silence, staring at each other in astonishment.  

“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence.  “We both… we both missed so many opportunities.”  You bit your lip between your teeth, holding back a smile.

“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto his face.  “We missed a thousand opportunities, but the universe gave us one more.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled.  He grinned.

“Neither do I,” he responded.  “But I do believe in us.”

hello and welcome to my mobile interactive version of my fic recs! despite not having the time to actually sit down and read stories, i still have a pretty large collection of fics i enjoyed over the past couple of years of being in the kpop community! please send all of the writers mentioned love + likes, and support them and their stories! ♡

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- put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
- he looked at me like I was stupid—i’m not stupid
- give us a verse, drop some knowledge
- i gotta holler just to be heard, with every word i drop knowledge
- you keep out of trouble, and you double your choices
- for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
- im looking for a mind at work
- im not standing still, i am lying in wait
- he keeps winning anyway; he changes the game—he plays and he raises the stakes
- we pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand
- the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind
- through the night, we have one shot to live another day
- how did we know that this plan would work? we had a spy on the inside
- if we lay a strong enough foundation, we’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away
- why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?
- why do you write like you’re running out of time?
- every action has its equal opposite reaction
Consequence | Confession Part 2

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

A/N: Well… I tried. There’s not much to say except I really don’t love this. I re-wrote the whole thing six times over and this is the reincarnation I hate the least and I can’t write it again or I’ll go insane. So, here it is, and I hope you like it more than I do. (M’srry)

Summary: Everything has a consequence, it all depends on what you do that determines whether it will be worth while, or a mistake.

Word count: 3,881

Warnings: Nothing really, you’re safe.

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anonymous asked:

As a die hard itasaku shipper, what are your favourite itasaku fics?

OKAY ANON, here we go. I didn’t reply right away because I dug around and i really couldn’t pinpoint my top faves. I was on a KakaSaku binge for a long time lol. Here’s some I just read that I liked, and then I’ll hook you up with some awesome writers.

Pianissimo by Itonami  M - Complete

In a battle of deceit and control, Sakura comes on top the first time, but Itachi will not be played as the fool the next time around.

The Tortured by Serenity Komoshiro T- Incomplete

What if Itachi had met Sakura sooner? What if he took her under his tainted wings in order to make her stronger? What if in the process, she finds not only power, but love? What if… AU ItaSakuDei 

Disturbia by Lady Silvamord T - Complete (Everything by Lady Silvamord is good)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every action has an equal and opposite reaction - a concept that Itachi never fully understood, prior to this.

Vicissitudes by CountessMillarca E - Complete (Shisui/Itachi/Sakura)

Change. Sometimes it is necessary, and sometimes things are perfect the way they are and shouldn’t be messed with. (Not for the feint of heart)







There are so many others whose usernames I can’t remember, and I’m still on the hunt for great fics! 

anonymous asked:

fic rec?

hi!! so i’m assuming this is about skam fic, which, YES there is so much amazing skam fic out in the universe. not to be dramatic but reading what you guys write has changed me. here’s just a few that have made me feel a thousand emotions, i tried to be a bit diverse and recommend some lesser known fics:

knees knocking, blood flowing, so i want you to know (that i want to) by @vesperthine (rating: M)
~ this fic was originally submitted to @koninginnen and it’s my favorite that i’ve read in skam. beautifully stylistic and insightful and wonderful

with love, from anonymous by the babes @adamparishe & @westiris (rating: T)
~ i frequently threaten cz after reading her chapters but we all know i live for the drama. you two are the dynamic duo we deserve and ily

Why, He’s a Man of Wax by @dahlstrom (rating: E)
~ i know a lot of people are uncomfy with explicit isak/even fics but trust jenny. isak has this conversation with eskild, the sex guru. honestly? life changing

An Equal and Opposite Reaction by @junkshop-disco (rating: M)
~ this one was recently recommended to me by @ravenclawisak who was totally right when she said it’s the best isak pov. there’s some amazing fleshing out of family backstories here if that interests you

i guess that’s destiny doing it right by @littlespooneven (rating: M)
~ anything that ciara writes makes me wanna die but this is like. just. flufftown, usa population isak and even. do your endorphins a favor

Hamilton things (Act 2)
  • Jefferson’s voice, especially in “what’d I miss” let’s be honest it’s funny as hell. 
  • “I guess i basically missed the late eighties” 
  • the fact that jefferson is dancing around singing and asking about what he missed and it turns out everything has turned to shit. Honestly. It’s almost like the bmth music video for “follow you”, am I wrong??
  • “turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where the shoe fits” KILL IT
  • that part in take a break where hamilton realizes how perfect and precious his son is where philip starts lowkey rapping and ham is like”whaaat?? okay!”
  • “my dearest, Angelica”
  • those girly shrieks of joy when Angelica and Eliza reunite. my heart.
  • the level of weak hamilton shows in “say no to this” like. boy. get your shit together.
  • that little “that was my wife you decided to” “fuuuuuuuuu-,”
  • in “the room where it happened” when hamilton lowkey mocks burr by repeating the “talk less smile more” line.
  • the music??? in the room where it happened??? just.
  • that song in general, honestly.
  • the “new york, our senator” “burr” transition in schuyler defeated
  • also, the “uh, who provided those funds?” “france” part because goodness
  • cabinet battle #2 in general
  • his voice when he says “every action has an equal opposite reaction”
  • “Washington on your side” in general
  • “sir i don’t know what you heard but whatever it is jefferson started it” this actual child
  • “that poor man they’re going to eat him alive” and “jesus christ this will be fun” in i know him, and don’t even get me started on that funny ass giggle he does at the end
  • “Washington can’t help you now, no more nice president”
  • “sit down john, you faT MOTHER FUCKER” because same
  • “you see that was my wife you decided to” “whaaaaaaaat”
  • “I’m not here for you.” fuck it up angelica
  • the entirety of “burn” and the chills you get when listening to it.
  • “you have married an icarus, he has flown to close to the sun”
  • “I’m erasing myself from the narrative”
  • “I’m only nineteen but my mind is older”
  • “i know where to find you, piss off i’m watching the show now”
  • “everything is legal in new jersey”
  • the “i know, i know” in stay alive reprise
  • “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf“
  • it’s quiet uptown…just like…in general. nothing has ever been more painful in my life than listening to this song.
  • “that would be enough”
  • the way he keeps saying it’s quiet uptown in “the election of 1800″
  • “jefferson has beliefs, burr has none”
  • “Yeah, you know what? We can change that. You know why?” “Why?” “Cuz I’m the president”
  • Burr’s sexy ass voice in your obedient servant
  • when he calls her “best of wives and best of women”
  • the emotion in Burr’s voice when he says “this man will not make an orphan of my daughter”
  • in “the world was wide enough” when hamilton sees his life flash before he gets shot. the chaos and extreme emotion, and then how quiet and calm it gets when he says Eliza. This one moment is proof enough of the genius of Lin not only as a writer, but also as an actor.
  • “i survived but i payed for it”
  • “you could have done so much more if you only had time”
  • “can I show you what I’m proudest of?”
  • they always asked why he wrote like he was running out of time when in all reality he probably was well aware of how quickly time was running out for him and that kills me. 
  • best of all, Lin doesn’t romanticize OR villainize hamilton in the play like anybody else. He humanizes him, showing the good and the bad, showing passion but also how that passion can get out of control sometimes. it’s honestly so beautiful???
  • honestly? the last note? of the entire soundtrack? so powerful.
Signs as Hamilton Lyrics

Aries: And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em drop ‘em and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains (Guns and Ships)

Taurus: Raise a glass to freedom something they can never take away no matter what they tell you (The Story of Tonight)

Gemini: I’m running out of time. I’m running and my time’s up wise up eyes up (The World Was Wide Enough)

Cancer: I’m dedicating every day to you domestic life was never quite my style when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart (Dear Theodosia)

Leo: We gotta go, gotta get the job done gotta start a new nation gotta meet my son! Take the bullets out your gun! (Yorktown) 

Virgo: We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal and when I meet Thomas Jefferson (Unh!) Imma compel him to include women in the sequel! WORK! (The Schuyler Sisters)

Libra: Every action has it’s equal opposite reactions thanks to Hamilton our cabinets fractured into factions try not to crack under the stress, we’re breaking down like fractions (Washington on Your Side)

Scorpio: I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that the last time it became a past time (Say No to This)

Sagittarius: Hamilton publishes his response: Sit down John you FAT MOTHERF*CKER!!! (The Adams Administration)

Capricorn: They are asking me to lead I am doing the best I can to get the people that I need I’m asking you to be my right hand man (Non-Stop)

Aquarius: I’m dying inside as you wine and dine, and i’m tryin’ not to cry cuz there’s nothing that your mind can’t do (Helpless)

Pisces: Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes (Wait for It)

anonymous asked:

Do you think that some cabins have demigods with powers that fall in the range of their parent's, but is completely opposite the rest of their half-siblings? Say, an Apollo kid who makes people sicker or a an especially hyperactive Hypnos kid?

Yes! That’s something I fully support, because each reaction has an equal and opposite reaction, meaning for each possible power there is an opposite power, within reason. I think it depends on how the god manifested themselves upon meeting the mortal parent. The Twelve Olympians are gods/goddesses of multiple things, such as Hermes being the god of travelers and thieves. In a very simplified example, if you met Hermes at like a hostel vs if you met him on a heist of some sorts.

I think that in part explains the variance in powers, and how most children would have very similar powers, like a lot of Apollo kids are healers due to their parents meeting Apollo in a situation where he was a doctor or a healer of some sort.

However, that’s just a hypothesis. I’m sure there’s also a variance of randomness in there, because god’s don’t have DNA so there’s no hereditary traits. But, that brings up the question of how demigods get any traits from the parents like all Hermes kids having the same mischievous look annnnd now I’m getting off topic and geeking out over genetics.

But yeah, I totally support polar-opposite demigod powers.

Homestuck Major Class Guide

I feel like I should have a single solid post about my current thoughts about what the Classes are or do, since they seem to be scattered throughout answered asks here and there on my blog, and not really updated into my major classpect posts as of yet. That will probably start happening as soon as I finish this, not the descriptions themselves mind you, those are fine, just a few single words that I’ve come to like better and better as each Class’s Function Verb.

And because I still get the odd ask or two that asks me things I’ve already answered, like have I considered different verbs or different active/passive alignment or different class pairings etc which yes, I have. (yes, including things like Witch/Sylph, Maid/Heir, Maid/Page, Knight/Seer etc etc) I can guarantee I’ve looked at and thought about 99% of the major and minor homestuck class theories out there, and then some from ideas people all over have thrown at me once or twice, because I think about this a LOT lol. Iike for real, I think about this stuff all the time lol. It’s just where my mind always goes when it wanders, and a good percentage chunk of my thoughts haven’t ended up on tumblr yet

(mostly because for those thoughts I haven’t solidified some things yet, sideeyes my haphazard notepad full of Calliope/Caliborn Cherub Lord/Muse thoughts for instance.)

But anyway, this post is about all the things that I’m currently positive of in terms of what the Basic Homestuck Classes are and do.

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