I just realised what it is and what it DOES. So ever since this panel happened, it’s been on the back of my mind, and now that the comic is over and I’ve done theories on the Metastuck and found the Apotheosis and Creation Myth theory which is to me the perfect explanation of all things Homestuck, THIS fucking thing still held the one plot thread I couldn’t explain with Alternate timelines, and that seemed a bit too Deus Ex Machina for me to actually enjoy much. “Oh, the last frog? Echidna just helped me remember it was not in the Medium! It was back at my island!” Why. Why would it be back at her island?
And yesterday when I talked to a friend about the ending, I realised. It’s Game Design. Now hear me, I quote from the comic itself:
PCG: WHAT. ?GG: oh right ?GG: where the last frog is! ?GG: or was… ?GG: the thing is ?GG: the frog we need is nowhere to be found in the medium ?GG: it was on earth! ?GG: but only very briefly ?GG: it was when i was young ?GG: before i woke up on prospit ?GG: i had begun sleep walking ?GG: both on the island and on the moon ?GG: and in my dream it was very bright ?GG: i saw something in the light ?GG: i couldnt tell what it was so i got closer
?GG: later my grandpa made a robot for me to help me with my sleep walking ?GG: it could do all the walking while i stayed safe in bed! ?GG: it could also record my dreams ?GG: i am sure he always knew my dreams were going to be special ?GG: i suspect he knew it before i was even born
That’s it. the hint has been there all along. This was when Jade started sleepwalking, and that is not just a coincidence. This is the thing that caused the Sleepwalking in the first place. The ‘Seed’ shape glowing in the middle of Prospit, that bright light, has always symbolised a Game Construct, something the game does. Be it the place from which the Temple emerges, the lily time capsule storing people and items within, that’s the main symbol of SBURB that says it’s a mechanic of the game. Now, to explain this I have to take Kanaya, the other Space Player, as an example:
GA: I Woke Up A Long Time Ago GA: I Had Trouble Sleeping When I Was Young GA: The Sunlight Was Unnaturally Invigorating To Me I Guess GA: My Lusus Could Do Nothing To Help GA: And When I Was Supposed To Be In My Cocoon I Would Often Wander Out To The Desert GA: Where One Day I Was Visited By A Stranger Who Dressed And Spoke In White GA: He Put Me To Sleep And I Awoke On Prospit GA: Where I Have Dreamed Ever Since GA: He Said He Was My Guardian GA: And Though He Visited Rarely I Did Regard Him As That GA: Then Later He Stopped Coming GA: In Time I Began To Believe He Was A Figment Of My Mind GA: Like An Imaginary Friend To Give Me Reassurance When I Needed It GA: But Then While Playing Our Game I Learned He Was Real GA: He Had Spoken To Others From Our Party GA: And Had Been Manipulating Us All To Advance His Schemes GA: It Was Saddening To Learn My Fortuitous Awakening Had Been The Product Of A Nefarious Ploy GA: Youre Lucky That Your Awakening Probably Had No Such Entanglements GG: jeez, i hope not… GA: But I Guess Its Only A Minor Contamination Of Something Otherwise Great GA: I Was Allowed To See What Skaia Would Show Me GA: And To Prepare For Dangers Ahead And Try To Protect People
Of course, one could argue it was Bec who allowed Jade to wake up in Prospit, but she spent her entire life with her dog, and it was only after the Frog Event and Jadebot’s construction that she actually woke up there. So everything hints to the fact that the Final Frog is the Trigger that wakes up Space Players in Prospit. Kanaya didn’t need it, because Doc Scratch woke her up. Doc Scratch manipulated others to his whims, so the fact he only visited her a few times and then disappears means he had little interest in what he could get from Kanaya. Which bid the question to me, what did he want from her in such short time?
The Frog is what he wanted. He zapped himself on Alternia, and woke Kanaya up, thus making sure she didn’t wake up the proper way. He became the trigger of her awakening, making it so that Kanaya never saw this Final Frog in the past, and didn’t remember in the future, causing the Universe to be incomplete, cancerous.
In a normal SBURB Session, SBURB will ensure retroactively the Last Frog needed is sent to the past, near the Space Player, as a means of making them interact with a Game Construct and wake up in Prospit. Getting the Final Frog to make the Universe adds the need to search through Time as well as through Space. Doc Scratch preemptively woke Kanaya up in Prospit, saying he was her Guardian, with the explicit purpose of sabotaging the creation of a healthy Frog, and causing a chain reaction that ended in the combined Session that spawned a new Universe Frog, from which Lord English himself would be born.
hello yes ive seen some of your awkward mchanzo comics on my dash but this is my first time at the source. i, uh, went through your entire art tag. i rly love your art styles!! theres like. the cute round silly one, the more serious but still kinda squishy style you use in flustered hanzo comics, and the kinda more realistic one you used in the cooking comic (and those panels with jesse like "i could use some of that" were perfect). i just really love your art. it makes me so goddamn happy tbh
ALSO every mccree you draw with a :T face because he did something embarrassing (fucking WHIPPED CREAM) is an absolutely blessed mccree
anon i???? i really want u to know that ive been thinking about this message literally all day long and it kept making me smile rlly rlly big and im just???? holy shit??? it makes me infinitely happy that you took the time to go through my art tag and noticed my different art styles and then wrote something nice to me about it!!!!! you have a special place in my heart anon i rlly rlly hope things are good for you :’))) please have!!! a #blessed :T mccree bc i love u
’ _______ wants to know what’s going on. ’
’ ________, what’s going on? ’
’ I don’t know. What’s going on, _______? ’
’ Wait a minute. Who wants to know? ’
’ How are those maggots? ’
’ You’re eating maggots. How do they taste? ’
’ Second shelf is mine. ’
’ Nobody touches the second shelf but me. ’
’ It is too late, my blood is in your veins. ’
’ Wait, wait. You have a TV? ’
’ No. I just like to read the TV Guide. ’
’ Read the TV Guide, you don’t need a TV. ’
’ If you try to stop us, or vamp out in any way, I’ll stake you without even thinking twice about it! ’
’ One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the damn vampires. ’
’ Don’t ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy. ’
’ It renders you powerless. ’
’ Did you know that? ’
’ Of course. Everyone knows that. ’
’ What, you don’t like rice? ’
’ Now you know what we are, now you know what you are. ’
’ You’ll never grow old, ______, and you’ll never die. ’
’ It’s that girl from the boardwalk. Is she one of them? ’
’ And don’t tell me it doesn’t make her a bad person, ______. ’
’ Holy shit! It’s the attack of Eddie Munster! ’
’ It was all going to be so perfect, ______. ’
’ Great! The Bloodsucking Brady Bunch! ’
’ Just like one big, happy family. ’
’ So where’re we going? ’
’ So what’s the rush? You’re chasing that girl aren’t you? ’
’ Come on, admit it. ’
’ Come on, admit it. I’m at the mercy of your sex glands, bud. ’
’ Got a problem, guys? ’
’ Just scoping your civilian wardrobe. ’
’ Pretty cool, huh? ’
’ Where the hell are you from? Krypton? ’
’ You think you really know what’s happening here, don’t you? ’
’ Well, I’ll tell you something, you don’t know shit, buddy. ’
’ You think we just work at a comic book store for our folks, huh? ’
’ Actually, I thought it was a bakery. ’
’ This is just a cover; we’re dedicated to a higher purpose. ’
’ We’re fighters for truth, justice, and the American way. ’
’ Hey, anything around here that might pass for aftershave? ’
’ Yeah, yeah, let me try some of that. ’
’ How about some Windex, ________? ’
’ You have a big date tonight, ________? ’
’ Look at your reflection in the mirror. ’
’ You wait ‘till mom finds out, buddy! ’
’ My own brother/sister, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. ’
’ You’re a creature of the night, just like out of a comic book! ’
’ You did the right thing by calling us. ’
’ Does the sunlight freak him/her out? ’
’ Uh, he/she wears sunglasses in the house. ’
’ Bad breath, long fingernails? ’
’ Here’s what you do: get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart. ’
’ You’d better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy, or it’s your funeral. ’
’ This place has become a haven for the undead. ’
’ Kill your brother/sister, you’ll feel better. ’
’ Holy shit, Vampire Hotel. ’
’ What’s that smell? ’
’ Vampires, my friend, vampires. ’
’ We’re on the right trail. ’
’ Flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns. ’
’ We blew it, man, we lost it! ’
’ We unraveled in the face of the enemy! ’
’ It’s not our fault, they pulled a mind scramble on us! ’
’ They opened their eyes and talked! ’
’ We don’t ride with vampires. ’
’ Burn rubber does not mean warp speed! ’
’ Guys, we’re on our own. ’
’ Good, just the way we like it. ’
’ When a vampire bites it, it’s never a pretty sight. ’
’ No two bloodsuckers go the same way. ’
’ Death by stereo! ’
’ Shut up! ’
’ I nailed one of them downstairs with a bow and arrow. ’
’ We trashed the one that looks like Twisted Sister. ’
’ Totally annihilated his night-stalking ass! ’
’ We’re awesome monster bashers! ’
’ Death to all vampires! ’
’ Notice anything unusual about ______ yet? ’
’ No, it’s actually a pretty cool place… if you’re a Martian! ’
’ You guys sniffin’ on newsprint or somethin’? ’
’ If he’s dead, can we go back to Phoenix? ’
’ Do you know what it means when there’s no TV? - No MTV! ’
’ Are you freebasing, ______? Inquiring minds want to know. ’
’ There’s our number on the back. And pray you never need to call us. ’
’ I’ll pray I never need to call you. ’
’ Look, this isn’t a comic book, these guys are brutal killers. ’
’ Don’t kill me. I’m basically a good kid. ’
’ Haha! Garlic don’t work, boys! ’
’ Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ’
’ I haven’t changed my mind about that. ’
’ Come on, be one of us. ’
’ Initiation’s over. Time to join the club! ’
’ It’s so much better if you don’t fight. ’
’ Mom! Mom, no! Don’t do it, Mom! Mom, don’t do it! ’
’ I bet you hate garlic, dontcha!? ’
’ I like garlic! It’s just a little much! It’s raw garlic. ’
’ I can’t tell you. I don’t know how to help you. ’
’ What’s happening to me, _____? ’
’ Well, now, let me put it this way. ’
’ You just have to try and keep up. ’
’ Grab the rock box, kid! ’
’ What’d you do to my dog, you asshole? ’
’ You’re a vampire! I knew it! ’
’ So what are you? The Flying Nun? ’
’ You got carried away by a comic book? ’
’ It was a scary comic, mom. I’m sorry. ’
’ Have you been eating pizza? ’
’ Don’t kill anyone until we get back to you! ’
’ Come on. Vampires have such a rotten temper. ’
’ First come, first staked. ’
’ What was that? A little vampire humor? Well, it wasn’t funny! ’
’ Okay, where’s Nosferatu? ’
’ How much do you think we should charge them for this? ’
’ I gotta tell you something - it’s real important. ’
’ Look, there’s evidence on my sweater. ’
’ Hey! Smells good! When do we eat? ’
’ Right! Now we are going to have company again! ’
’ Are we going to have company again? ’
’ Is there any jobs around here? ’
’ Well, you’re the man of the house and I’m not coming in until you invite me. ’
’ I didn’t invite you this time, ______. ’
’ You’re invited. ’
’ Thanks very much. ’
’ How you doing? You must be, right? ’
As usual, I am late to the party: Fraction/Aja’s run on Hawkeye is one of the best things Marvel has done in the past few years. I had already owned a few issues that I quite like, but sometime between the weekend Matty Frac-fracs was matching donations from his Welovefine shop to Futures Without Violence (wherein I purchased a sweet Hawkguy messenger bag) and a sale Comixology had on Hawkeye issues, I finally partook of the series as a whole.
And holy sweet shit Aja is brilliant. I had read Fraction doting on the guy, and obviously I read #11 and knew that anybody who could throw together that issue was special, but my goodness he’s clever. There are just too many examples, too many small things to focus on, so let me just take you through a few pages in Hawkeye #6.
Here’s page 9, not counting the cover and the credits:
This is as close to a perfect comic page as you are going to see: writer, artist, and colorist, all firing on all cylinders. I mean, we’re talking about a page covered in the word “bro,” where Clint gets called “Hulk-Guy” but dismisses it with a sentence containing the term “joyous-ass Kwanzaa.” Delightful. Not to mention Hollingsworth, who is always solid, making that panel where the arrow hits the bat just purple enough so that you know what’s up. Ugh, so good.
But Aja is on another level here. Literally. Because what do you think this page is about? The arrow hitting the bat? Nah. The punk girl coming out and letting him know about the bros? Nope. This page is about Clint seeing what’s downstairs. That’s it. It’s not about him being a hero (at least not directly, not yet), it’s not about nobody knowing how to say “Hawkeye,” and it’s not about him being ready to pew-pew some bros: it’s about seeing the bros, and then acting accordingly by going downstairs.
It’s a page about… well, about downstairs. And what does Aja do? He gives you that fifth and, especially, that sixth panel. That glorious fucking comics move where an artist uses a gutter to divide time but not space. Specifically because he does that, we get the exaggerated effect of really feeling like Clint and Co. are running to the side of that building and then looking over: it gives the reader a little bit of extra vertigo, and it completely determines how you ought to read this page. As the sixth panel descends to ground level, we get the seventh panel of the bro shouting “HEY, BROOOO.” And then, as the sixth panel cuts off before the ground, the eight panel puts us at ground level, looking at the bros, just before Clint’s arrival and the extra dose of juxtaposed silhouetted genius.
Do you know how boring this page could have been? That sixth panel giving all that gravity to the page is a very specific and effective artistic choice, one that 9/10 artists don’t make, even if a couple of them make pretty good choices. Aja does this constantly: he takes something simple and he makes it wonderful in a way that only comics could make something wonderful. Here’s the page immediately after:
Okay, what is this page about? A confrontation? That happened last page. An ass-beating? That happens on the next page.
This is a page of a story that is about people getting outof fucking vans. That’s it!!! Imagine reading something akin to this page in a textual narrative: “Two vans pulled up. The doors opened. A bunch of reinforcement bros got out of the vans and charged at Clint, bats at the ready.” Who the fuck cares. Sure, it builds supsense: obviously setting up a bunch of people about to kick the shit out of someone and then ending it before the beatdown will build suspense. But that doesn’t really make a bunch of dudes getting out of a van interesting.
But Aja does. Aja actually makes a page about men climbing out of a fucking vehicle interesting. How? Symmetry, bro. Mirroring, bro. Clint comes out, across from the bros. Next beat, we see him talking with a bro, juxtaposed next to the bro. So we get distance, and then closeness. Then we see the vans pull up across from each other (distance), then we see that mirrored, flipped around (closeness) yet still divided by white space in order to give Clint’s words prominence (which creates distance), and then end the page by seeing the bros close the distance between them and Clint.
The best part of this symmetrical mirroring juxtaposition stuff that Aja’s got going on here? Clint is in the center of the page the entire time. The page is about dude’s getting out of vans, but obviously we ought to be considering the fact that the object of their vodka-fueled ass-kickery is one Clint Barton. The only time he’s not right in the middle of the page is when his words are the only thing in the middle of the page, which allows for an extra beat of suspense.
It would be one thing if Aja only turned in these two pages, but the dude is consistently making simple actions and interactions seem like magic on the page. I just hope that every writer, like Fraction, recognizes how special this guy is and hands him Marvel-style scripts. AJA IS BETTER THAN YOU, WRITERS. HE IS BETTER THAN YOU.
I was thinking of your post about terezi being the hivebent protag and i fucking love it and whats been stuck in my mind ever since is roserezi being a major ship replacing johnkat with all sorts of black antagonism/flirting their dynamic is so good and their one convo in the early parts of the comic was great just imagine a perfect world of amazing femslash possibilities
FUCKING GOOD that’s so good holy shit
terezi mistakes rose’s casual pithiness for the most blatant blackflirting she’s ever seen in her goddamn life and immediately gets flustered. rose and kanaya still end up matesprits but this time instead of having john “closetstuck” egbert give a stilted, painful explanation of heterosexuality, we have rose “god’s gift to women” lalonde successfully nab not one but two alien girlfriends
(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
Stiles wanted a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get with a werewolf best friend, a crush on a girl who was a banshee and being basically the only human out
of all of your friends. But hey, he wasn’t one to complain. Well, he was. Sometimes. That’s not the point. The point is he wants one day where he can go to school,
plan excuses for not having tomorrows homework in because of some pack crap (so he says yet he stays up late doing it), hate on every happy go lucky couple
making out, then go home, read some comics, force his dad to eat healthy then sleep. In his life that’s a long shot but he can dream big. He huffed, shutting his
locker harder than needed, poor thing wasn’t at fault.
“Honestly I will be fine.” He turned his attention, as did a few others in the hall, seeing a shorter girl sandwiched between two giants. Just looking at them
freaked Stiles out a bit, they were huge. “It’s high school.”
“Exactly. Hell.” The shorter of the two men, which wasn’t short mind you, spoke, huffing and Stiles took note at how deep his voice was. A few of the popular beauty
queens were checking them out, gossiping and giggling already.
“Dude,” The taller one groaned, “She’s a big girl she can handle it.”
The girl nodded at the freckled man who groaned at the double bitch face he was receiving. “Fine, but if remember the basic rules. No smoking pot, no underage
drinking, if you want to party you can but be back by midnight and - ”
“And if a guy or girl tries to touch me fighting is self defense, blah blah blah you had explained this to me literally eleven times the way here.” She pulled the
two to a stop a few feet from Stiles’ locker. “I get it, I love you guys. Now leave. I can handle myself.”
“(Y/N) - ”
“Now!” She rolled her (E/C) eyes, pushing the two lightly. The nodded, the taller one kissing her forehead before they walked out of the school, leaving the girl
standing alone, holding a brown side bag. She looked around, locking eyes with Stiles and sending him a small smile. “Brothers right?”
He nodded mutely, not really knowing what to say when a pretty girl talked to him. She looked him over once and he was not ashamed to admit he was then very
nervous of his last minute outfit throw together. “I like your shirt.” His shirt? What shirt? He looked down. Oh! Batman shirt.
“You like batman?”
“Is DC not one of, if not the best, comics I’ve read?”
“You’ve read comics?”
She scoffed. “A bit too much really. My brothers say I’m 45% comics 55% sarcasm.” She smirked slightly, “They forgot the 100% perfection but, I let by-gones be
by-gones.” She looked down, “I’ve gotta get to the office. Nice meeting you - ?”
He was supposed to say something right? “Oh uh - S-Stiles.” He coughed, “Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”
She laughed a bit and holy shit did he hear a choir of Angels? “Nice to meet you 007. I’m (Y/N)…(L/N).” She waved, heading to the direction of the office.
He continued to stare after her, mesmerized by, not only by her features (he thought no one had clearer skin than Lydia Martin), but the outfit style, what
he’s seen of her personality and -
He let out a screech, a manly one too, arms flailing a bit, hitting Scott, which hurt his hand, and clutched his chest, making eye contact with the puppy eyed were.
“The hell Scott you nearly killed me!”
“What were you staring at?”
He looked back to where he was looking. “I think I’m in love.”
Scott rolled his eyes playfully. “Everyone knows you’re a love sick puppy around Lydia buddy.” He pat his back, eyes furrowing in confusion when Stiles shook his
head. “We’re not…talking about…Lydia? Strawberry blonde you’ve loved since third grade?” Stiles shook his head again, smiling sideways at his friend, saying
nothing as he headed to class. “Wha - Stiles no! Don’t leave me hanging bro!”
“Alright class we have a new student, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She just moved here from Virginia Beach so let’s make her feel welcome.” Stiles could have laughed at the
annoyed face (Y/N) was making behind the teachers back, stopping when he turned around. “You can pick an empty seat Ms. (L/N).”
She thanked him, making her way towards the back row where Stiles was sat near his little friend group - pack - clique, whatever it was called. “Hey 007.” She said,
sitting herself down beside Stiles with a smile.
“Hello Ms. Perfection.” Did that sound too flirty? Oh God he bet it did. He was trying to be funny from earlier and oh God that look Scott and the others
were giving him yup him and his big mouth and -
Was she laughing? Head fallen back laughing? “Glad someone seemed to have caught on to my full potential.” He smiled, relaxing a big back in his chair.
“So, you two know each other?” Bad puppy, no interrupting flirty time where Stiles made a pretty girl laugh.
Said pretty girl smiled brightly, looking back to him. “Yes, 007 here had to witness my overprotective brothers lecturing me about high school. And who might you be
puppy?” She tilted her head, (H/C) hair falling onto her left shoulder.
“Oh uh - I’m Scott McCall.”
“Nice to meet you Scott.” She smiled, turning back around. Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles smiling widely, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth
as he nodded a little, Scott rolling his eyes yet smiling at his friends antics.
“So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?” Honestly Stiles might be dreaming. A pretty girl, no scratch that, a gorgeous girl with (H/C) hair, big beautiful (E/C) eyes
and flawless (S/C) skin was handing out with him at some little park, eating ice cream after school. Pinch him.
“It’s nice. Cute town, almost everyone I’ve met is nice. Though Lydia seems to hate me.”
“It’s just cause you’re really pretty I guess she feels threatened.” Did that come out of Stile’s mouth? Seriously? Pinch him. Please.
She laughed again, oh thank God she’s not giving him annoyed or creeped out looks. His phone beeps right as he goes to take a bite of his fudgcicle. Pulling it out,
he sees a text from Derek.
‘Pack meeting. Be here. Now.’
He looked back up at (Y/N) who was attempting to walk across on old piece of wood, arms out at her sides. Of course the supernatural had to come ruin his…his…
was this a date or hanging out? What was this?
“You look constipated. Are you lactose tolerant?” If he wasn’t so used to getting snuck up on he would have jumped. But he wasn’t used to being snuck up on yet so he
He shook his head laughing a bit. “No uh, my friend has an emergency and he needs me to come to his place so I uh, I gotta get going.” She nodded in understanding,
hopping down from the wood to stand next to him, hand resting palm up as she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow, receiving an eye roll. “Give me your phone
Oh. “Oh!” He went to contacts and handed her his phone, she typed quickly before handing it back. ’(Y/N) The Bestest ;) ;)’ He laughed, stuffing in into his
back pocket. “We should hang out again some time.”
“Yeah. Is that okay? After school? We could binge watch all the DC movies at your place.”
You know, Rec Day’s supposed to be about artists as well as fic writers! So I figured I’d dedicate this first rec day to giving some shoutouts to some of the best damn artists in fandom! Incomplete list of course, but I’ll try to get better about putting them in my normal fic rec posts as well!
Like oh god do I adore gyptym’s art. it’s always just so freaking striking; I love the style and the colors and the subject matter pretty much always manages to cater exactly to what I want to see and I adore it.
Facetious Zeus official art (Everything about this is painful but perfect, from the colors to the text to Tucker’s expression. Becky’s Tucker is just a gift and there were like five pictures of him open in my browser before I decided to go with this one.)
Proud of Tucker (this one is like a fucking movie. the lighting is so striking and Wash looks so oddly but perfectly relaxed and proud and everything about it is so perfect. I can stare at this one all day.)
AILEEN WAS THE LIGHT OF LAST SEMESTER FOR ME, AND HER ART IS A FREAKING GIFT TO THIS FANDOM. Her facecanons are great and her concepts are always so freaking beautiful that it makes me grin so much everytime I see her stuff.
Three pieces (IT WAS SO FUCKING HARD TO NARROW IT DOWN TO ONLY THREE)
“Fist me” (I would be absolutely remiss in not putting at least one of Aileen’s beautiful comic memes on here, and this one might just be my absolute favorite, because the faces are so freaking perfect and it makes me laugh every time I see it.)
Research was awful. You were far too ADHD to focus for that long and to be honest the lore got so repetitive by now that you were about to fall asleep. Having already spent hours on this your drowsy mind started to drift to other things like how Dean had been walking around shirtless this morning and how you really wished you had an excuse to ask him to take his shirt off again. Or how he had that “get me the fuck out of here” face as he tried reading a book and threw it down on the table in anger yelling about it being written in ancient Greek. Or how he ran his hands through his hair and gave you that little look of confusion when he saw you staring at him.
Oh shit! you thought as you quickly snapped your head back to your book.
“Do i have something on my face?” Dean asked wiping his forehead and looking at his palm.
Sam saved you with his wonderfully sarcastic comment, “Just a hell of a lot of stupid.” at which you couldn’t help but laugh.
“You guys think you’re so funny.” He said disapprovingly with a small smile to contradict his words, “I’m going to go whip up some grub. Want anything?”
You and Sam both said yes and Dean disappeared with a wink.
“You owe me one” Sam said without looking up from his book.
“I’m sorry what?” you asked as you felt your stomach drop to your feet.
“You were giving Dean the ‘I am secretly in love with you but I suck at keeping secrets’ look and I totally saved your ass. You owe me” Sam said with amusement in his voice. You blushed deep red and buried your nose back in your book with a nod in Sam’s direction drawing out a laugh at your discomfort.
“Shut up Moose Boy!” you snapped trying not to laugh yourself.
“Hey, if you’re that bad at keeping it a secret you should just tell him.” Sam whispered mocking your ‘secret keeping’ as you heard Deans footsteps.
“Tell me what?” Dean asked setting down a plate of sir fried delicious.
“Nothing. Sam is just trying to mess with you.” You said shooting Sam a look of pure murder and grabbing a plate of dinner. You ate with the usual banter and once everyone was done you stood to take your plate back to the kitchen.
“Oh (Y/N)! I’ve got it!” Sam said grabbing all the dishes and leaning down to whisper in your ear, “This is your chance, he is full and happy. I am giving you 5 minutes.” your face went white as you stared at the back of Deans head and tried to think of something to say. After about thirty seconds you couldn’t think of anything so you just sat down next to him and grabbed a book.
“You look nervous.” Dean observed. shit
“Do I?” you asked trying to play it off.
“Yeah…” He was silent for a little bit as if he was contemplating saying something. He finally got up the gumption right as you were just starting to focus on the lore. “Do you and Sammy have some thing you aren’t telling me about?”
You nearly choked on the breath you sucked in in surprise. “God no!” you laughed, “No definitely not.”
He laughed nervously, “Ok good,” you looked at him trying to read his face and he caught his slip of words, “I mean good that you guys aren’t hiding something from me.” he covered
You smiled down at your book and shook your head.
"What?” he asked with a little worry in his voice.
“Nothing, you’re just ador-funny when you try to cover your words up.” you said catching your own slip up.
“I said funny.”
“Well I think I’m adorable.” he said giving you the pouty duck lips. You laughed and thought you are adorable
“You are too.” Dean said moving a bit closer.
“Wait did I say that out loud?” you asked feeling fear and embarrassment shoot through your body like electricity.
“Mmhhmmm..” Dean was much closer now and he had a small smile playing on his plump pink lips. His eyes were fluttering back and forth between your eyes and lips and you could barely breathe with anticipation.
“So what was it Sam said you should tell me?” Dean asked thinking he had a pretty good bead on what it was and you knew he was right.
“Oh nothing much…” you whispered as you leaned a little closer to him and placed a hand on the back of his neck while he placed on on your jaw.
“Was it that you are completely and entirely in love with me and can’t function anymore without telling me in hopes we will be passionate lovers from then on?” he asked.
“Something like that, yeah.” you mumbled as his lips brushed yours sending sparks throughout your whole body.
When he kissed you it was like a bomb went off in your head but instead of decimating all your brain cells it was an explosion of stimulant. Your brain was on fire and the deeper the kiss got the more the fire spread to the rest of your body.
His hand slid down your back and pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. Both of your hands began to roam and pretty soon shirts went flying and your hips began to swivel and move together in perfect harmony.
“Holy shit! Okay five minutes is up! Out of my library!” Sam yelled. You looked up at him startled for a second but then you both laughed at his discomfort. He was staring up at the ceiling with his arms crossed.
“oh ‘cmon Sammy!” Dean whined.
“You have a room, go use it!” he said flustered. You giggled and grabbed your shirt and waltzed off to Dean’s room, with him slapping your butt as you passed Sam for the comic relief.
Me: I personally don’t care but I’m happy for all the people that do :)
DC: *Releases news*
Me: HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT TRAILERB A T M A N AND WONDER WOMAN IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG DID YOU SEE HER CUFF SLAM AND DAMN HENRY CAVILL IS KILLIN IT AS PER USUAL AND NOT TO MENTION TO SUICIDE SQUAD HOLY SHAZAM DID YOU SEE THAT TRAILER?!?! JARED LETO IS GONNA ROCK MY SOCKS OFF I TELL YOU, AND THE REST OF THE CAST LOOKS PERFECT EVERYTHING IS PERFECT
okay so now that i’m not running on 40+ hours of no sleep i need to actually talk about my experience with sebastian stan (mostly because i need to write this shit down somewhere so i don’t forget)
okay so we were waiting in line for the photo op and we were almost at the front and this really nice staff guy asked us how we were doing and i was like “i’m really nervous to be honest,” and he was like “why would you be nervous? he should be the one nervous to meet you! look at that arm, you look awesome, he should be excited to meet you, don’t be nervous!” and that alone literally made my day so thank you random stranger for that
but anyway so we got to the front and the plan was that me and madison were gonna ask seb if we could kiss his cheeks but i got super nervous and couldn’t ask. i walked over to the wrong side of him (i wanted to be on his left so my winter soldier arm would be in the picture) and just froze. but he immediately lit up and was like “you look awesome!” and i think i stammered out a thanks and just sort of stood there (you should all know that i never get nervous like this meeting people, i don’t know what the heck was wrong with me) so madison kinda pushed me to the other side and was like “your arm!” and i just kinda walked over there.
so seb pulls us both in for the picture (and he was careful not to touch my arm which was actually really cute) and i didn’t know what the heck to do so i just sort of smiled like an idiot. after it was done i turned to face him and said thank you, and he said you’re welcome and ran his hand over my back and my hand was just sort of resting on his side and i don’t know how the heck this happened but i was panicking a little bit??? and then we had this weird few seconds of lingering where like i started to walk away but our hands were still on each other and iT WAS REALLY SORT OF AWKWARD BUT HE’S REALLY ATTRACTIVE AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
so then we went out of the photo op area and i was shaking and this boy started yelling at me about being winter soldier and being in hydra and stuff and i was still really freaked out and didn’t know what to say so i was like hAIL HYDRA???? and ran away. so that was interesting.
but then after that we got in line for seb’s autograph. i was having him sign the sign a stole a few years ago from when the captain america shield was on display in toys r us in times square. so madison was in line in front of me, and i’m nervous again and basically just trying not to say something stupid. and all of a sudden madison is whispering something to seb, and he just goes “dooooo iiiiiiiiit”, and then he’s leaning over the table to take a picture with me??? so i think this is a selfie but madison is trying to take the picture on her phone, so i fucking face the wrong direction and start to take out my phone, and seb literally tURNS ME AROUND TO FACE MADISON and i was like oh my god i’m sorry i thought this was a selfie. but then we took a selfie anyway and i definitely wasn’t paying attention when madison took her picture but oh well. so i thank seb again and then he goes to sign my sign and he looks a little confused and i just blurt out “i stole that” and he’s like “wait really?” and starts like turning it around to look at it and i’m like “yeeeeeah i may or may not have taken that from when the shield was on display in toys r us” and he was like “oh man that’s awesome!!” and laughed and signed across the front of it. so i thanked him again and ran off and basically cried because holy shit i was the only one he took a fucking picture with in the autograph line??
so that is my story of meeting sebastian stan and it was basically perfect and i’m really happy.