i want to wear all the costumes

Headcanon: Castiels first Halloween

Requested by anon

This is a reader x castiel kind of headcanon

-He would know about the creation and the meaning behind Halloween but would be confused about the newer traditions

-“Why is that man dressed as a banana?” ”It’s his costume for Halloween” “But…why?”

-Joking that Castiel should by red horns and a pitchfork and dress as Crowley for Halloween

-He would not be amused

-Showing him all the traditional Halloween candies and helping him to decide which is his favorite

-“This tastes nothing like candied corn”

-He would like tootsie pops and the mini candy bars

-You would make him go to a costume store with you and try on masks

-He would want to leave at first, but would eventually begin to enjoy himself after seeing how much fun you were having

-You would buy him fake angel wings and a halo

-“Do I really have to wear this?” “Yes” “…Okay”

-Sam and Dean not being able to hold back their laughs when Castiel comes back wearing the wings and halo

-Showing Castiel all your favorite Halloween movies

-His favorites are Halloween Town and Hocus Pocus

-Sam and Dean forcing you and Castiel to watch horror movies

-Castiel does not like horror movies

-Over all Castiel is glad that you helped him to learn more about the Holiday and is excited to learn more and celebrate it again next year

So for Halloween…

I’m going to be flapper and I already got my costume (which I got before WKM and now I REGRET getting it because I want to be our boi Will) and I notice how the dress I’ll be wearing is a sort of vintage pink or champagne blush color and it got me thinking.

It’s the 1920s: Swing jazz pouring out of every radio around, everyone partying like there’s no tomorrow. Will, Damien, and Celine sit at a small table at a jazzhouse, all of them laughing and having a good ol’ fashioned time playing poker *wink wonk*. Will cracking up with all of his newest jokes, Damien drinking after a hard day of working in his office, happy to be with his friends. Celine getting the boys to go dance with her, laughing as they each do a dumb looking dance move with each new song. Then when the night comes to an end and theyre all dead beat tired, they walk together slowly under the dim street light, listening to the crickets and muffled jazz from a far. They each retire to their own homes to bed, dreaming of how much fun they have together and how a simple game of poker can change everything.

Things I want from a modern retelling of Romeo and Juliet:

- Everyone is dressed in traditional costuming, but the script is in modern English.
- “Romeo, Romeo, why the FUCK did you have to be ROMEO?”
- Juliet talks like a rich white valley girl and wears a flower crown.
- She keeps taking inappropriately timed selfies and posting them on instagram.
- Tybalt won’t stop talking about his crossfit regime.
- Romeo only listens to My Chemical Romance.
- Mercutio’s Queen Mab speech is followed by Benvolio asking “Are you high right now?” (He is)
- Mercutio dabs on stage. Unironically. More than once.
- When the boys are all catcalling Nurse it’s super cringy.
- instead of “a sail! A sail!” You get “Hey Fatass!” “Fatass? I just see a boat!” “Weigh anchor! You’re gonna break the docks, Fatass!”
- Tybalt also dabs on stage, exactly twice.
- The first time is awful and his friends have to correct him.
- Tybalt dabs at Mercutio and Mercutio responds by doing a backflip and ending in a dab.
- The Tybalt/Mercutio fight is an absolutely serious dancebattle with no weapons.
- Mercutio still dies anyway.
- Tybalt tries to dance battle Romeo too, but Romeo keeps taking it too seriously and not dancing back.
- This is because Romeo only knows how to ballroom dance.
- Paris wears a trillby and calls it a fedora.
- Juliet Snapchats her own death.
- Romeo doesn’t have Snapchat.

anonymous asked:

there were the slow mo upskirt shots when she was fighting

You’re saying that being able to see a woman’s underwear when she’s fighting is the same as the Panty Fighter trope, which it is not.

In the Panty Fighter trope, the whole goal is for girls to fight in such a way that the audience can see essentially as much underwear as possible, and the underwear is as small as possible, to maximize pervy male fanservice. There is no reason for them to be wearing as small an outfit as they are besides the amusement of the male audience and to make panty shots “realistic”.

The shots are framed so that there is no real way a normal point of view would ever be able to catch this much gratuitous underwear, regardless of how skimpy the outfits are. Panty Fighter characters are also subject to unrealistic poses such as the Boobs and Butt pose and the Broken Back pose, which further maximize the showing off of their “assets” These are all part of the stereotypical male gaze angle.

Essentially, the difference lies in the intent.

When Diana and the Amazons are fighting, they have a very acrobatic style. Maybe because after hundreds of years of no war they needed something to keep training exciting, but probably because it looks super awesome. So as a result of the fighting style you do see their BLOOMERS (seeing as it’s not just underwear, they are wearing bloomers, just like cheerleaders do.) But it’s not meant to be a way to tantalize the audience, because the scenes are not framed that way. It is only because it’s a direct result of their moves and their outfits.

(I assume this is what you meant with “slow mo upskirt”)

In all of these shots, the eye line is not directed towards their underwear, it is drawn to the actual move itself. The high kick, the stomach kick, and the flip are the focus of these shots, not the panty shot. And the only reason you even see the bloomers is because of their skirts.

But why are they wearing skirts? They could all be wearing pants! They just wanted to sneak in panty shots! 

The reason they all wear skirts is because their costumes are modeled after pteruges, the pleated leather skirts Greek warriors wore. You’ve seen them in Gladiatorbasically any movie about Jesus, and of course, Xena.

They wear them because not only are they Greek warriors, they are quintessential Greek warriors. 

Honestly, the Spartan warriors in The 300 are more scantily clad and subjected to the male gaze than the Amazons are. Just look at these unattainable male fever dreams.

TL;DR - Seeing the bloomers of an Amazon as she’s roundhouse kicking someone in the face is not the same as a gratuitous panty shot, none of the Amazons are subject to the male gaze, it’s apples and oranges.

MET SAYO YAMAMOTO & FUUKO NODA OF YURI ON ICE AT A PANEL YESTERDAY AND HERE’S SOME NEW (?) CANON TIDBITS/OTHER INFO THEY RELEASED
  • The Yuri on Ice movie has been confirmed. I REPEAT. IT IS CONFIRMED. IT IS REAL. THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF MAKING IT.
  • Symbolism at the ending scenes of Yuri on Ice episode 1 VS Yuri on Ice episode 12: In the first ep, Yuuri is in total disbelief as he practically falls over while running to see Victor bathing in the onsen. We see that it’s Victor reaching out to him:
  • In episode 12 it’s the other way around. Yuuri is willingly running towards Victor. The producers did these scenes on purpose to emphasize how much their relationship had grown & developed over the course of the series.

ALSO CONFIRMED BY NODA & YAMAMOTO THEMSELVES: THE MORE “CUTE” (VERBATIM: “KAWAII”), RELAXED, AND WARMER SIDE OF VICTOR IS SOMETHING ONLY YUURI KATSUKI AND YUURI KATSUKI ALONE GETS TO SEE.

  • CAN. YOU. HEAR. MY. HEARTBEAT. BECAUSE. I. AM. FUCKGN.
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  • Sayo Yamomoto, including male producers of YoI, practiced and did poses by themselves in their own homes/bathrooms in front of mirrors to try and see which would be the sexiest poses for Victor in the onsen scene.
  • CONFIRMED: Yuuri Katsuki is currently practicing in St. Petersburg with Victor Nikiforov. I would assume they live together but that’s just me but cmon guys who the hell are we kidding come ON  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • ALSO CONFIRMED: They totally would’ve shown the kiss in ep 7 (and probably even Victor’s dingdong lmao) if it weren’t for Japanese censorship rules.

We weren’t allowed to take photos of Fuuko Noda & Yamamoto (I think this is a standard thing across all cons with the producers attending), but here is proof that this was an actual thing and that I was there:

note the date!!! 9/30/2017.

OTHER THINGS FROM THE CON THAT IM STILL NOT DONE SCREAMING ABOUT:

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Renaissance Faire - Race and Culture

This month hosts The Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Los Angeles. For those of you who have never been to a Ren Faire, one of the key aspects of it is costume and dressing up. 

When I was in High School and would go with my High School friends, I was always a little jealous of the costumes that they would wear. All of my friends in High School you see, were white. The costumes that they would wear always looked right on them and somehow, wrong on me. 

One year, I took things into my own hands and decided to dress as a Chinese Peasant. I got a Rice Paddy hat from our local chinatown and a pretty drab and easy top and pants (I super wish I could find these photos for you guys)  

The effect worked, a lot of people noticed my costume and laughed at my little joke.

Still, I would look at my friends in their beautiful dresses and flower crowns and envy that they could easily slip into this land of make believe and I still felt a little bit like an outsider. 

I don’t believe that anyone particularly made me feel this way, it was just something that made me aware of my race when usually it’s something I don’t necessarily think about. 

So, I went and decided to just wear the ‘wrong’ feeling costumes anyways, it was all pretend and I could do anything I wanted. 

But this year, I decided to do something different. I did some research and found out that during the Elizabethan period, the Ming dynasty would have been in power. I did some research online and found myself a Ming Dynasty costume. 

It was everything I had ever wanted. I felt pretty, but also I felt like I belonged. I felt like I was able to share my culture and what was beautiful about that time period with people who didn’t know. A lot of people stopped me to ask about my costume! I wish I had known a little bit more about accurate construction or really, anything about the Ming Dynasty, but I still felt right in it. 

There are lots of cultures that existed during the Elizabethan era and I encourage any People of Color to share that when they go to a Renaissance festival next time! I would love to see more costumes, maybe Armenian or Turkish or Mongolian! 

Next year I want to take this as a starting point and try to incorporate more elements of fantasy. There are lots of Chinese dramas that take period costumes and throw some fun fantasy elements into it. Here are some cool examples:

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Mary Jane Watson variant for Spider-Gwen #21 is out now!

Here’s a quick little roundup of all the sketches I did for the cover.  Initially we went much more fashiony for the idea.  We still wanted to be inspired by Spider-Gwen’s AWESOME costume, but I gave them everything from street wear to haute couture.  Eventually they reined me in and we decided to do a reimagining of Gwen’s look.  I’m really happy with where we landed (but bottom left is my fav of all the iterations :P).

10 AUs

1. “We have the same favorite book, and we always check it out from the library. We’ve never met, but the librarians are starting to ship us, and are coming up with ridiculous excuses for us to meet.”

2. “My dog absolutely adores you, and you absolutely adore my dog. Whenever we see each other, the two of you play for a good half-hour, at least. That’s great and all, but what’s your name?”

3. “I was planning on proposing to the person I was dating, but then, I found out they were cheating on me. They don’t know I know, and you suggest I go ahead and go through with it, with a slight twist: I propose to YOU, instead.”

4. “We’re both shopping for the same obscure item. This is the fifth store I’ve seen you at… Want to join forces?”

5. “I’m an actor, and part of my costume is a wedding ring, but I totally forgot I was wearing it. Now you’re yelling at me for flirting with you, and I have no clue how to get a word in edgewise to explain.”

6. “There’s only one bag of my favorite candy left, and you’re about to put it in your cart. Please don’t, seriously. I’ve had an awful week, and I need my candy fix.”

7. “I’ve never actually met the person my sibling is going to marry, but you’re always there at the wedding planning, so I just assumed it was you. But now you’re asking me out? And you’re actually the future spouse’s best friend? Oh, wow, I was not expecting that.”

8. “If you hug me, I will stab you-Oh, my gosh. You aren’t my best friend, you’re a stranger, and you look slightly terrified of me now. Please don’t call the police, I’m not actually going to stab anyone.”

9. “I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.”

10. “We’re neighbors, and you always hear me screaming about my cooking disasters, and swoop in to save me. I probably should start paying you, honestly.”

Chewbacca And Han Solo (Jughead Jones Imagine)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count : 3728

A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.

Warnings: Swearing


“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Again…no.”

“What about- “

“Nah-uh.”

“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”

You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”

Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.

“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.

He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.

You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”

Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.

All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.

Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.

Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare.
“Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated
aggressively.

You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.

“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.

He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”

Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “

Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.

“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.

Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!

“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.

The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.

“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”

Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.

“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.

But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.

“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”

He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.

But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret.
He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.

“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.

You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.

Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.

Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.

Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.

But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:

“You really fucked up this time, mate.”

And he left.

Jughead just sighed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”

The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.

“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.

“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”

You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.

But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.

So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.

“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.

You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.

Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “

“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.

Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.

Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking
Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.

“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”

But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.

‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.

Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.

And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.

And he was determined to make it right.

—3 DAYS LATER—–

Saturday night. Party night.

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OFF THE CUFF HOMESTUCK THOUGHTS #3: THE SELF PILE DOESN’T STOP FROM GETTING TALLER OR: THE PROBLEM OF DEAD MARIOS

DISCLAIMER

IMPORTANT THEORETICAL FRAMEWORK

[CHECK THE TAG FOR MORE THOUGHTS]

So, a long-ass time ago, Rose and Dave had a conversation like this:

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it’ll continue to exist, and I’ll just be here alone forever?
TT: I’m not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word “self” and still understand what we’re talking about.

This is the most important sentence in Homestuck.

I am dead serious.

Well, OK, I mean, it’s pretty important for understanding some major Homestuck themes and shit or something like that.

Also, I totally should have said: Pre-Retcon Doomed Timeline Non-Dreamself Rose but ultimately about to become Dreamself Rose who semi-merged with Pre-Retcon Alpha Timeline Rose and Doomed Timeline Dave aka Davesprite AKA future Davepetasprite^2 or as we all call them around the office, Davepeta, had that conversation.

Maybe you begin to see what I’m going to talk about here.

One of the major frustrations a lot of people had with the retcon was that the characters we ended up with at the end weren’t the ones we’d come to love and know throughout the story. Was it even worth it, to lose the characters we loved to the tyranny of Game Over? The victorious kids, with the exception of John and Roxy, were other people, with other histories, other goals, and other choices.

Allow me to submit that that may be the whole point.

SBURB is cruel. We’ve known that for a long time. It’s cruel not as Caliborn is cruel, but as the cosmos is cruel, as a supernova is cruel. It wants what it wants, and doesn’t care about how that intersects with the needs of humanity. It wants to make universes through a complex game-playing method, and drags hapless, vulnerable adolescents along for the ride. And most of the time it doesn’t even succeed, leaving its champions to rot in a doomed timeline or similar! Skaia’s victory is an amoral creation myth where individual human beings are just the carved pieces on the chessboard. (I mean, the other ones. Not the carapacians.)

Again, let’s consider the theme of VIDEO GAMES vs. REAL LIFE.

Homestuck, let’s be real, is basically some postmodern horror timey-wimey Jumanji. For a generation way more familiar with pixels than cute little tokens It’s easy for teenagers and in fact, basically everyone, to fantasize about escaping their life and slipping into some game world forever, where they get to do awesome things and be a heroic person.

Homestuck makes that literal. Congratulations, everything you ever knew is dead. You will never see it again, except your internet friends, who turn out also to be your family and other important people. I mean, from a distance, SBURB sounds like an awesome game, right? You figure out who you are and get to wear a cool costume displaying that identity. You get to make anything you want and enjoy this hyperflexible mythology tailored to YOUR CHOICES. HS fans talk all the time about how cool it would be to play a real version of SBURB. That’s a big part of the appeal of SBURB fan adventures. They put you and your friends in the story. Or your favorite characters! It sounds like a fantasy come true.

The thing is, as fantastical as it is, it’s also really fucked up, and ultimately you and your friends are being used. By a giant frog to let it have its babies. By the universe. By a smug blue cloud thing that doesn’t care about you at all.

SBURB does not care about you at all.

The funny thing, SBURB features a mythology with so many layers and nuances and seemingly human motifs about growth and self that you might search for some grand ultimate meaning behind it, but it’s not even human enough to have a personality, to be something you can argue with or fight. It just is. It’s all the cruelty and power of a god without any of the dazzling personality. It’s empty. It just wants to make universes all day long, or fail trying. It is a great, weird tadpole-making machine that eats children.

One of the big ways it doesn’t care about you is its attitude toward the self. Humans and trolls and whatnot prefer not to be relentlessly duplicated. SBURB says, oh yeah, let’s make tons of copies of the player characters and use them for a lot of different purposes.

There’s the dreamself, an essential bifurcation of identity (you are now and were always the dream moon princex) that sometimes gets merged into god tier but sometimes doesn’t. There’s doomed timeline selves, who exist ultimately to augment an Alpha timeline whose Alphaness is decided very arbitrarily and frequently by Lord English. There’s the you who exists before a scratched session and the you who exists afterward, who are two different people but started as one baby in an act of ectobaby meteor duplication, your player self and your guardian self. Dead timeline yous fill up the dreambubbles made by the horrorterrors and get endlessly confused with each other. Any one of these could be the you experience being at any given moment, and which one it is entirely arbitrary. Don’t like being Dead Nepeta #47? Tough hoofbeast leavings, kiddo.

To top it all off, in Terezi: Remember, we learn that every single time we thought someone changed from one self to another, was resurrected or something like that, it was another act of duplication. For every time someone’s died, there’s another version of them waiting in the Dream Bubbles, surprised that they’re not the main character anymore. And we have no way of knowing which is which. Even John, good old everyman John, may or may not be the person who died three or four times. It’s really impossible to say whether we’ve been following the same person throughout our story, or just the illusion of the same person, like a horrifying cosmic flipbook.

The retcon is a return to this same theme. Ultimately, there’s very little new in the changes John makes to reality except that they drive the point home.

John’s friends all died. John and his friends won the game. These things are both true at the same time, except those things may not have happened to the same people. There was a happy ending. Hooray! For, um, some folks who may or may not be the ones we care about. In fact, it’s very confusing, because from Rose’s perspective, Roxy is dead but came back to life, and from Roxy’s perspective Rose is dead but came back to life, except also she came back to life as a weird tentacle catgirl of pure id and self –indulgence. So there’s that. Um. Which Rose are we rooting for again?

Or wait: is it none of them, because the first Rose died in a doomed timeline, hundreds of panels and a number of years ago?

There’s a tension here which one experiences between saying it’s okay because it’s still the same people, and saying it’s not okay, because it’s not the same people at all. This tension is exactly what we’re meant to wrestle with. To put it another way, Homestuck asks if identity can work in aggregate. Are all Johns John, all Roses Rose, and do they all share in what they accomplish? Or are the final victors only accidents created by the whims and needs of the frog baby machine?

What I’m saying, basically, is that the retcon, in the sense that it pointed out our confused relationship with these characters, was already here.

In interviews and questions put to him over the years, Hussie constantly compares HS and SBURB to other video games, particularly Mario, which he frequently returns to as a baseline of comparison that most of his readers will know. One answer, from a recent Hiveswap interview, is particularly revelatory. To the question of “Why do you kill off all your characters?” Hussie replies:

[…]HS is supposedly a story that is also a game. In games, the characters die all the time. How many times did you let Mario fall in the pit before he saved the princess? Who weeps for these Marios. In games your characters die, but you keep trying and trying and rebooting and resetting until finally they make it. When you play a game this process is all very impersonal. Once you finally win, when all is said and done those deaths didn’t “count”, only the linear path of the final victorious version of the character is considered “real”. Mario never actually died, did he? Except the omniscient player knows better. HS seems to combine all the meaningless deaths of a trial-and-error game journey with the way death is treated dramatically in other media, where unlike our oblivious Mario, the characters are aware and afraid of the many deaths they must experience before finally winning the game.

The big man hass the answer.

Homestuck is the story of those dead Marios.

Other works, like Undertale, have engaged with this topic as well. But one of the major differences between Undertale and Homestuck is that in Undertale, between “lives,” one’s consciousness is preserved. In Homestuck, it’s discontinuous, and the value of the overall trial-error process is called into question by the fact that you, the player, may not even get to experience the victory. What meaning does victory hold if that is the case?

So, to put it in a nice thesis format:

One of the central themes of Homestuck is the challenge of reconciling an arbitrary and destructive pattern of growth and victory with the death and suffering you experienced along the way. Homestuck asks: is victory worthwhile if you’re not you anymore? And would you be able to know?

What even is the self? Is there such a thing?

If you were left feeling somewhat disconcerted by our heroes’ tidy victory and departure to their cosmic prize, or by how which Rose gets the spotlight is so deeply, deeply arbitrary, there’s a good reason for that. You’re supposed to be.

The philosophical problem of Wacky Cat Rose is insignificant next to the bullshit of SBURB.

And don’t forget—John and Roxy’s denizens helped them achieve the retcon. Ultimately, the victory they achieved was mediated by the same amoral system of SBURB, and was a victory over an enemy, Caliborn, whose power was created, perpetuated, and ended by that same system.

Okay, so here’s where it gets contentious. There’s an argument to be made, which I’m not sure how I feel about, that some of the character development that could have been in post-retcon Act 6 was left out precisely to push this feeling and play up this tension. Note that this is not the same thing as saying that they were deliberately badly written, but that they’re deliberately written to make us uneasy.That Hussie deliberately played with the balance between making these retconned characters feel familiar and making them feel eerily different to leave us feeling uneasy with the result.

I’m not sure I like that idea. It smacks a little too much of that “everything is perfect” thinking that comes sometimes from the far Metastuck camp. Some of the differences may also be the result of flawed writing. (See: Jane and Jake’s character arcs, which I might talk about later.) And I want to be able to critique those flaws. Ultimately, I think we still needed more time and development to figure out who these new people were—even if our goal was ultimately to compare them to their earlier selves. And again, more conscious acknowledgement of the problem from our heroes—especially John, the linchpin in this last and biggest act of duplication—might have helped drive this theme home.

Still, I think the Problem of Dead Marios is one of the most fundamental questions of Homestuck, maybe THE biggest question. It’s essential to understand it to understand what Hussie’s doing—or attempting to do— in the retcon and the ending.

I don’t know that Homestuck offers us a clear answer to that question. There are some confusions around the issue, too. Where do merged selves fit in, exactly? Clearly they’re a big part of the discussion, because Hussie spends some time in Act 6, especially near the end bringing the identity-merging powers of the Sprites to the forefront. (See also: the identity-merged nightmare that is Lord English.)  Can we even come up with a clear answer to what it means when a dead Mario returns to life grotesquely fused with Toad? How does he beat the game? Does he tell himself that the princess is in another castle? Or what if he merges with Peach? Are they their own princess? How do they know if they’re in the right castle?

Um. Anyway—

Interestingly, it’s not all grotesque—spritesplosions suggest that personalities that are too different don’t stay together long, so a fusion might rely on some inherent compatibility between the two players. Erisol’s self-loathing, sure, but also Fefeta’s cheerfulness. Davepeta seems to be a way of bringing out the best in their players, a way of getting Davesprite past his angst and Nepeta past her fear. Honestly, I know a lot of people don’t like Davepeta as the ending of these two characters’ arcs, but I can’t help but love it. They’re the ultimate coolkid. Cool enough to know they don’t have to be cool. Regular Dave got there, too, of course. But was his retcon assist from John ultimately any different?

Then, of course, we come to Davepeta’s speech to Jade in one of the last few updates before Collide. Davepeta suggests that there is such a thing as an ultimate self beyond the many different selves one piles up throughout the cosmos. A set of principles that describes who you are that’s larger than any individual instance of you. Your inherent Mariohood. (Maybe this is comparable to your Classpect identity, which attempts to describe who you are?) Davepeta even tells Jade, strikingly, that one might learn to see beyond the barriers between selves. Be the ur-self, in practice, rather than theory. This would be incredible news for Jade, who wrestles with the issue of different selves perhaps more than any other character. (There’s a lot to say about Jade.)

Honestly, I wish this ur-self idea had been developed more, and I honestly expected it to be. It doesn’t fully come to fruition, I feel. (Same goes for Davepeta’s character. Ohhhh, ZING!) I’m not sure it entirely makes philosophical sense, especially with fusion—I mean, doesn’t Davepeta themself disprove it? Or at least complicate it? Like, are they part of the ur-Dave or the ur-Nepeta? They seem to imply they’re BOTH? Does that even work? Does that mean that Marieach is all the Peaches and Marios at once?

(In fact, Bowser/Peach/Mario are but the three manifestations of one eternal principle. Also, Bowser/Peach are the true power couple. Read my fanfiction plz.)

And what, say, of Dirk, who ultimately ends up rejecting aspects of his other selves? It feels like there’s a lot more you could say here, and I wonder if Hussie would have said more, if he’d had time. What’s weird is, none of our victorious kids never reach an ur-self (though to their descendants, they become archetypal to some degree), which one might have expected. They’re just individual selves who happened to get lucky. Does that make them representative of the whole? It feels like something’s missing here, or like something got dropped at the last minute.

Same goes for the idea of the Ultimate Riddle. You’d be forgiven for missing it, but there’s been this riddle in the background lore of SBURB that seems to have something to do with personal agency in this overwhelming, overarching system. Karkat called it predestination, saying something like “ANY HOPE YOU HAD OF DOING THINGS OTHERWISE WAS JUST A RUSE.” But others have interpreted it more positively. My favorite interpretation, from bladekindeyewear: the answer to the Riddle is that YOU shape the timeline through your existence, personality, and choices, even when it looks like it’s all predestination. Ultimately it’s your predestination, your set of events, based deeply on your nature, that you are creating. Someone like Caliborn can use his innate personality to achieve power; someone like John might be able to use it to achieve freedom.

I definitely expected something like that to be expressed more explicitly. Like, a big ah-ha moment that helps John or Jade or whoever understand how to escape Caliborn’s system. Something like that would have been very helpful for a lot of our heroes, actually, who’ve been pushed around by Skaia and SBURB together, in finding a cathartic ending.  Once again, I wonder if something was dropped or rushed because there wasn’t time to put it all in. There’s places where you can see hints of that Answer being implied, maybe? But it’s kind of ambiguous.

You can see how the Answer to the Ultimate Riddle ties into some of Davepeta’s ideas. If your personality, the rules of your behavior are a fundamental archetype that goes beyond each individual self, then the answer to whether it matters if one self of yours makes it through to victory is an emphatic YES. You are all of those people, and by winning one round with Skaia, you’ve won the whole game, despite all the arbitrary challenges and deaths it heaps upon you along the way.

This may strike some as too positive for Skaia’s brutality, or again, some way of excusing flaws in many characters’ arcs, or unfair things that happen to them. To be fair, I don’t know that Davepeta’s necessarily meant to be taken as authoritative or the voice of Hussie. They may simply be offering a purrspective.

Hussie not choosing to come right out and engage with the Ultimate Riddle leaves the question of Dead Marios and what they mean for the victorious versions of our cast very open. I like that in some ways—let the reader decide—but I can’t help but wish we had more to work with in making that decision. Plus, it might have brought the thematic messages of Homestuck all the way home to tie them more closely to our characters and their experiences—character development being one of the things most people found most lacking in the ending.

NEXT TIME: All that wacky gnostic stuff probably

i fundamentally get why someone would be uncomfortable around a bunch of people in kinky gear or half naked or furiously making out or interacting with lots of sex themed objects but ultimately, lgbt people are never allowed to be even slightly sexual anywhere and it fucking sucks and if you want to forbid lgbt people (& especially same gender attracted people) to publicly express their sexuality in any way because it makes you uncomfortable, that’s shitty! and selfish as all fuck.

the hets get to run around in penis costumes and eat penis shaped lollipops in public and wear shitty shirts with half naked women on them during their hen and stag dos but gay people can’t snog at pride or at a gay bar without being accused of being sex crazed freaks or some shit.

like. i get that seeing a dude strip and a bunch of other scantily clad dudes cheer and applaud and be obviously turned on can be weird and uncomfortable but pride and gay bars are one of the few places where this stuff is at all possible! and if you stopped dehumanising these people because you’re so uncomfortable, you’d probably realise that many of them are absolutely lovely people.

Theatre Kid AUs

-that stage kiss WAS NOT SCRIPTED WTF
- I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU
-for closing night bets you slipped me tongue during our stage kiss what the fuck do I do
-we’re not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships our characters and they keep making us take pictures together in costume (I kind of love it)
-we’re in the chorus together and you never know what the notes are so you have to stand impossibly close to me to listen and it just makes me mess up and I SWEAR TO GOD ARE YOU DOING THAT ON PURPOSE
-everyone in the show has to wear makeup I swear I will wrestle you into this chair if I have to
-oh my god you’re doing my makeup and you’re so close and I can’t breathe
-I may have learned your romantic lead’s part and then attempted to take them out the night of the show
-we made out in the light booth
-this is the first time I’ve seen you in costume and holy fuck how do you look so good in that

Draco Dating You, a Hufflepuff Would Include...

Request from @rainbowxmisa: Hey, if it doesn’t bother you, can you write an imagine of how it be Draco dating a Hufflepuff student? Thanks! :)
PS: I really love your stories

Thank you:)


  • He tried to hide his emotions at first
  • He failed
  • He’d always kind of ignored the house, but when he saw you he asked everyone what you were like
  • He eventually asked you out with a bunch of roses
  • You obviously said yes
  • He never realised how kind, loyal and fun the Hufflepuffs were
  • He’d have a secret fondness for the colour yellow
  • “But green’s still you’re favourite colour, right?”
  • “Obviously, Blaise.”
  • He’d laugh with all the guys in the Hufflepuff common room (surprising, I know)
  • He’d cuddle you until you fell asleep, although sometimes you were the big spoon
  • You’d have like, amazing sex but you wanted to wait until you were ready
  • Draco understood and was really chivalrous about it
  • He’d look over to you at parties and stare because you were oh so beautiful when you were having fun
  • He loves knowing you always have his back
  • You’d promise to revise together but it always ended in a game of hide and seek in the library
  • Draco watching you bite your lip when you read
  • Chuckling because you always get bored after about two minutes
  • Nose kisses
  • Draco likes to pull his hands through your hair
  • He also likes it when you moan into his kisses when he knots strands around his fingers
  • You somehow managed to change Draco’s views on everything
  • You were like, the coolest couple
  • You’d turn up to costume parties wearing the best outfits
  • “I didn’t know Draco liked doing human things?”
  • “It’s Y/N. She’s amazing.”
  • Draco would get super jealous when anyone did so much as smile at you
  • You’d find it sweet but you told him to stop
  • “I love you, only you, and I will for as long as you want me to.”
  • “I know, love.”
  • Draco’s hugs when he knew you were going through a tough time
  • Staring up at the stars when it all got a bit too much
  • “Do you think I’m a bad person?”
  • “Y/N, you don’t have a bad bone in your body.”
  • Dumbledore awarding you fifty points just for being a cute couple
  • “And fifty points to Y/N and Draco because they’ve shown how love can be found even in the darkest of times.”
  • Running to Draco when Cedric came back with Harry from the maze
  • Him holding you as you cry from shock, Draco standing there as he comprehends how he was joking with the boy in the common room the night before
  • Because you’d somehow changed Draco’s views on dark magic
  • You first told him you loved him under the stars
  • “You’re the one person I know I can’t live without. I love you.”
  • “I love you too. More than you know.”
  • Most importantly, you saved each other

 🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !

  • ​❝ happy halloween!
  • ❝ are you going to go to this halloween part with me tonight?
  • ❝ it’s halloween, so everyone is going to be dressed up. ❞
  • ​❝ is that your idea of a costume?
  • ❝ i thought we agreed to stay in and have a horror movie marathon. ❞
  • ❝ i went to the store and bought all new halloween decorations. ❞
  • ​❝ are you going to help me put up these halloween lights?
  • ​❝ it’s halloween and we are spending it by going to a haunted house. ❞
  • ​❝ i have plans halloween night, unlike you. ❞
  • ​❝ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞
  • ​❝ are you going to help me carve these pumpkins or not?
  • ​❝ aww, where’s your halloween spirit?
  • ​❝ look, i carved this pumpkin all by myself, what do you think?
  • ​❝ wanna go out with me for halloween?
  • ​❝ come on, halloween’s not so bad. it’s actually fun. ❞
  • ​❝ okay, i’ve got the best ghost story, wanna hear?
  • ​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating!
  • ❝ are you going to take me trick or treating this year again?
  • ​❝ come on, we have to go buy costumes for this party. ❞
  • ​❝ it’s going to be cold on halloween, are you sure you want to wear that?
  • ​❝ you are literally the same thing every year for halloween. ❞
  • ​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞
  • ​❝ how about a pumpkin spice latte?
  • ❝ please, never use fake blood for a halloween prank. ❞
  • ❝ oh no, please, tell me this isn’t another one of your ideas for a halloween prank. ❞
  • ❝ you think you can scare me?
  • ❝ remember to always check your candy!
  • ❝ where is all the candy i just bought?
  • ❝ we are not going to a cemetery just because it may or may not be haunted. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not going in a graveyard, are you crazy?
  • ❝ i’m going to dress up as the grim reaper because i feel like death. ❞
  • ❝ trick or treat. ❞
  • ❝ want to trade out some of our candy?
  • ❝ we should do a halloween game, like truth or dare ‘cept it’s trick or treat?
  • ❝ what school has a halloween dance party?
  • ❝ what are you going as for halloween this year?
  • ❝ are we really going to carve all these pumpkins?
  • ❝ you know, that was the best halloween party ever. ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to a halloween party and you’re not invited. ❞
  • ❝ you should totally come with me for this halloween thing tonight. ❞
  • ❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞
  • ❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best!
  • ❝ let’s see who can carve there pumpkins the fastest!
  • ❝ i can’t believe they put some of these costumes on the racks. ❞
  • ❝ what’s the point in decorating your house for just one night?
  • ❝ i’ve got a spooky story for you, if you want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ do we have to go to this haunted trail?
  • ❝ that haunted trail/house sucked, i want my money back. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t see you at the halloween festival earlier. ❞
  • ❝ i have to take my ______ trick or treating, or else i would. ❞
  • ❝ are you going to the halloween thing they are having today?
  • ❝ do you really think the dead are roaming free among us on halloween night?
  • ❝ halloween is my favorite holiday, so i’m going with or without you. ❞
  • ❝ you want to help me set up this halloween party?
  • ❝ this is going to be the best halloween of all time. ❞
  • ❝ i’m just saying, let loose and have some fun for a change. ❞
  • ❝ we should just make our own costumes. ❞
  • ❝ we’re definitely getting matching costumes.  ❞
  • ❝ i entered are names for this costume contest, one of us will definitely win. ❞
  • ❝ i do not want to be in a costume contest. ❞
  • ❝ wait, what? you don’t want to do anything at all on halloween night?
  • ❝ well, it’s over. now we have to wait all the way until next year. ❞
halloween sentence starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

  • “I love the decorations.”
  • “There are so many sexy kitties in here.”
  • “Am I the only one in costume?”
  • “I’m not sure if this room is full of strangers or if I just can’t recognize anyone because of the costumes.”
  • “Do I hear ‘Monster Mash’ playing?”
  • “Come on, let’s dance. Even the skeletons are doing it.”
  • “Did someone spike the punch?”
  • “I hate costume parties…”

at a haunted house

  • “This stuff’s for babies.”
  • “AAAAAHHHHH!”
  • “Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”
  • “BOO!”
  • “Wait, are you actually scared?”
  • “FuCK NO–”
  • “That makeup is so realistic.”
  • “I paid $40 so I better die.”

alone

  • “You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”
  • “[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.”
  • “Halloween?? With friends?? What friends?”
  • “[text] I just heard some weird noises. [text] No I’m being serious. [text] I need you ri”
  • “I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”
  • “I’ll just be chilling with the monsters under my bed.”
  • “Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with.”
  • “Do ghosts like Netflix?”

with kids

  • “Don’t eat all your candy at once!”
  • “Aw~ I love your costume.”
  • “And who are you?”
  • “Look, man. You can’t give toothbrushes to kids on Halloween.”
  • “Trick or treat!”
  • “Let me check those before you eat them.”
  • “UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”
  • “I wish it was socially acceptable for me to trick or treat on my own, but it’s not, so.”

with friends

  • “We should egg his/her/their house.”
  • “Help me with my costume!”
  • “TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”
  • “Are you just going to wear a T-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it?”
  • “Should we be drinking this much?”
  • “The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”
  • “Let’s tell ghost stories.”
  • “Time to join the skeleton war, bitches.”

as a flirt

  • “You look so hot in that.”
  • “After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”
  • “[jumps into __’s arms out of fear]”
  • “Your outfit is scary…take it off.”
  • “I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”
  • “If I was in a scary movie, I’d want to be trapped with you.”
  • “You–uh–spooked…my heart.”
  • “I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

misc.

  • “Let’s carve a pumpkin!”
  • “I’d be a witch in another life.”
  • “I wonder if I still have that ouija board…”
  • “Do you believe in ghosts?”
  • “What costume are you wearing?”
  • “Let’s pull a prank.”
  • “I hate Halloween.”
  • “Can you tell me why you have an actual skeleton in your closet?”
Muse’s First Halloween sentence starters

Starters for/to muses who have never heard of, or experienced, Halloween (the anon request was for non-human muses, but I feel this can be attributed to several situations.)

“It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.”
“I’ve never heard of a holiday like this before.”
“There’s candy? I guess it can’t be that bad then.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Halloween before!”
“What kind of childhood did you have if you never ate Halloween candy?”
“Amazing. They shaped the peanut butter circle into a small pumpkin. How extraordinary.” 
“There are whole parties where everyone is dressed up like something else? How do you recognize anyone?”
“Uh, no, there aren’t any human sacrifices. They got rid of that a few centuries ago, I think.”
“You’ll love Halloween! It’s much better than Valentine’s Day, I promise.”
“Why do you have to kill the pumpkins? You put a face on them and then they rot. Isn’t that a bit cruel?”
“Is there any kind of brutal punishment if I don’t wear a costume?”
“So what deities are they praying to when they dress up like zombie nurses?”
“This is without a doubt the strangest holiday I have ever heard of.”
“There’s not usually a significance to the costume, no. Just whatever you want to be!”
“A whole holiday all about being scared and contacting the dead? Have you all gone mad?!”
“I’ve heard of holidays like this, but never experienced it.”
“It’s a good excuse to hang out in the cemetery and not look too suspicious.”
“No, we don’t just wear costumes or watch scary movies. We also egg peoples’ houses and throw toilet paper on their yard. We’re classy like that.”
“This is the only night you can contact the dead? Where I come from, we do that every day.”
“I think I like this holiday so far.”
“I’m not sure I like Halloween.”
“Don’t worry, Halloween is overrated anyway.”
“Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.”
“No, we don’t burn witches on Halloween. That’s so seventeenth century.”
“Black cats and pumpkins and stuff, it’s all just based on old superstitions and legends.”
“Tell me about the history of this holiday.”
“This isn’t one of those Santa Clause things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring.”
“Ugh! All of these costumes are hideous. And people dress like this for fun?”

Dead Girl Walking (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2066

Warnings: Steamy content (well, the title gives that away)

Summary: Connor and Y/N get cast as JD and Veronica in their college production of Heathers. This doesn’t help the crush Y/N has been harbouring on Connor since freshman year of high school.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: Here it is!! This was partially inspired by some requests I got for this, and partially inspired by my Heathers!AU with @memeing-through-a-window

“Hello everyone! To those of you who do not take drama as a class, I am Mr Reyes. I will be directing this production.” Mr Reyes said, and there was a spattering of applause across the auditorium.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all dying to find out your roles in our upcoming production of Heathers. Here we go.” Mr Reyes said, and everyone inhaled sharply.

I crossed my fingers and looked over at my best friend Zoe, her eyes shut tightly in anticipation.

“In the role of Martha Dunnstock, Alana Beck.” Mr Reyes said and we all clapped politely, looking at Alana who was smiling brightly.

“The role of Kurt Kelly goes to Jake Dillinger, and Ram Sweeney goes to Richard Goranski.” A celebratory whoop came from a few rows back, and I chuckled at the boys’ reaction.

“The roles of Mr Kelly and Mr Sweeney will go to Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere.” I smirked slightly, knowing that Mr Reyes was slightly sneaky with his casting of those roles.

“Mr and Mrs Sawyer will be played by Chloe Valentine and Brooke Lohst.” I clapped softly, glancing over at the pair.

“And now, onto the Heathers themselves. Due to the lack of women interested in this production, we have had to give some of our Heathers to the men.” Mr Reyes said, and I snorted, drawing some attention.

“Heather McNamara will be played by Evan Hansen, and Heather Duke will be played by Jared Kleinman. Heather Chandler, our only female Heather, will be played by Zoe Murphy.” Mr Reyes said, and I squeezed Zoe’s hand.

She was smiling widely, and I knew she was going to crush it as Heather Chandler.

“The lovely Christine Canigula will be playing Ms Fleming.” Christine beamed at Mr Reyes, and I felt very happy for her.

“This leaves our two leading roles. Jason Dean will be played by Connor Murphy, and Veronica Sawyer goes to Y/N Y/L/N! Congratulations to you all.” Mr Reyes said, and I looked over at Connor, my eyes wide.

I’d been crushing on Connor since freshman year of high school, and here we are, freshman year of college, and those feelings haven’t gone away.

“Now, rehearsals will start next Wednesday, so be ready. The original cast recording is somewhere online, so listen to it. That’s all.” Mr Reyes said, ushering us out of the auditorium.

As soon as we were out the double doors, I was bombarded with various congratulations.

“You’re so lucky, oh my god.” Zoe said, wrapping me in a side hug. I felt my cheeks go pink, and I smiled gratefully at her.

“Thanks. I do, however, have to have fake sex with your brother onstage. You know how I feel about him, Zo.” I said and Zoe cackled, throwing her head back.

“Well, let’s just say things might end up working out for you two.” She said, winking at me. My cheeks went a brighter pink, and I went to say something, but was interrupted by someone coughing.

I whirled around to see Connor standing there, his hair partially covering his face.

“Hey Y/N. Can I talk to you for a sec?” Connor asked and I nodded, glancing back briefly at Zoe.

Connor shot me a half smile, and walked away. I trailed behind him, jogging slightly.

“So, what’s up?” I asked, catching my breath a little. Connor rocked back and forth on his heels, and I frowned slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering, seeing as we’re going to be spending a lot of time together onstage and in rehearsals, if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch with me?” Connor asked, wringing his hands together.

My cheeks went a bright shade of pink, and I nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. I mean, yeah, of course.” I said, realising I was probably coming on too strong.

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, meet you here at 12. Today.” Connor said and I smiled brightly at him.
“Bye Y/N.” He said, and I waved him off.

“Bye Connor.”


“You guys are coming along incredibly. Everyone except Y/N and Connor can go.” Mr Reyes said, and I glanced over at Connor awkwardly.

Everyone else trailed out of the auditorium, until it was just Connor, Mr Reyes and I left.

“Now, I thought you two would appreciate not having everyone else in the room for this next song.” Mr Reyes said and I gulped, looking at Connor with wide eyes.

“I think you two both know which song I’m talking about. We won’t go through the full choreography just yet, but we still need to start rehearsing it.” Mr Reyes said, patting the both of us on the shoulder.

I took in a deep breath and walked up onto the stage, fidgeting with my blazer. I wasn’t in my proper costume, but I was wearing an outfit that resembled my costume.

“From the top, you two.” Mr Reyes said, pressing play on the music. It started playing and I bit my lip.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday eight am, I’ll be deleted.” I sang, glancing over at Connor briefly.

“They’ll hunt me down in study hall. Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?” I sang, walking forward a little.

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.” I looked up at Connor, who was now lying down on the raised platform.

“Wait. Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, walking up the platform stairs.

“Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.” I sang, standing in front of Connor, who was now on his feet.

“Veronica. What are you doing in my room?” Connor asked, and I shushed him, waving my hand about wildly. Mr Reyes chuckled, and I took in a deep breath.

“Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Connor’s eyes widened at this line, and Mr Reyes’ laughter increased.

“Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth, and lose them tightie whities. C'mon!” I sang, undoing my blazer.

“Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.” I said, shoving Connor down by his shoulders.

“Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.” I sang, trying to keep my voice even as Connor’s hands crept up near the hem of my skirt.

I crouched down, looking Connor in the eye. I noticed that one of his eyes was coloured differently, and I felt my heart lurch.

“And you know, you know, you know. It’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” I sang, putting my hands on Connor’s chest.

His chest was surprisingly firm, and his face was rapidly reddening. “So the world’s unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful.”

“That works for me.” I pressed my lips to Connor’s, and kissed him with fervour. He kissed back eagerly, and I pulled off my blazer, still keeping our lips together.

I pulled off his shirt, and I let out a gasp at the sight of his bare chest. I pulled away from the kiss, and noticed Connor’s eyes cloud with something dark.

I pushed him down so he was on his back, and I was straddling him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I started kissing his neck and moved my lips further down his chest, kissing furiously.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking.” I sang, reluctantly pulling away from Connor.

“How’d you find my address?” Connor sang, sitting up slightly.

“Let’s break the bed, rock this dead girl walking!” I sang, throwing my arms up in the air.

“I think we tore my mattress.” Connor sang, glancing towards the ground.

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.” I sang, getting a good look at Connor. His eyes wide, his cheeks flushed and his hair mused.

“Okay, okay.” He sang quietly, earning a chuckle from Mr Reyes.

“Get your ass in gear. Make this whole town disappear.”

“Okay, okay.” Connor sang, his voice stronger this time.

“Slap me.” Connor stage slapped me at this line, and my cheek tingled at the contact.

“Pull my hair.” Connor tugged my head back by my hair, and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Touch me there, and there, and there.” My breath hitched as Connor’s hands roamed over my ass and breasts.

“No more talking. Love this dead girl walking.” I sang, hitting the high note with ease. Connor sang his part with ease, and I drank in the sight of him beneath me.

“Love this dead girl! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” We both sang together, our bodies harmonising perfectly.

“Ow!” Connor said, grimacing slightly.

“Yeah!” We both sang, and I was surprised at how well Connor could sing. The music concluded, and we were both panting.

Mr Reyes applauded, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “Very well done, you two! You have excellent chemistry, I must say.” Mr Reyes said, as I awkwardly clambered off Connor.

We picked up our clothes and pulled them back on, smiling as we walked off the stage.

“I’ll see you at Friday’s rehearsal. I can’t stress how good that performance was, especially for a rehearsal.” Mr Reyes said as we left the auditorium.

The doors slammed shut behind us, and the air became thick with awkwardness. “I, uh.” I stammered, my cheeks burning.

“I’ll, um, see you on Friday.” Connor muttered, walking away quickly staring at the ground as he did.


“Opening night, people! I just wanted to congratulate you all on your work over the past couple of months, so, congratulations!” Mr Reyes said, applauding us.

I fidgeted anxiously with my costume, the indigo scarf I was wearing seeming to weigh a ton.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok?” Connor asked, and I turned on my heel to face him. The dark costume of JD suited him perfectly, and I felt seriously attracted to him.

“I’m really nervous. What if I screw up? What if I can’t hit one of the high notes? Ugh.” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Connor said, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. I looked up at him, noticing the stage makeup that accented his already beautiful features.

“You are going to knock this out of the park. Your voice is absolutely stunning, and I have the utmost faith in you and your abilities.” Connor said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my cheeks.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I noticed Connor’s cheeks were a similar colour. “Thanks.” I muttered, looking right into Connor’s eyes.

He rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb, and I took in a deep breath. I leaned forward and connected my lips with Connor’s.

His eyes widened briefly, but he closed them quickly, kissing back eagerly. I tangled my hands in Connor’s hair, tugging on it gently.

He let out a groan, and he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly we heard a cough and pulled apart, turning to see where the cough had come from.

We saw Zoe standing there in full costume, a smirk wide on her face. “God, Veronica, drool much?” She said and I snorted, glancing up at Connor.

“It’s not like I’m throwing my panties at him, Heather.” I said, and I noticed Connor freeze momentarily.

“Oh, but you will be soon enough.” Zoe said, winking at the two of us. She walked off with a perfected strut, and I let out a sigh.

“She’s the worst.” Connor muttered and I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’s not that bad, Con.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“My god, I love you so much.”

“Now, remember, the jewel necklace must be *super* prominent in this scene.”

Carl the Animator: “Right.”

Ted the Animator: “The kids need to follow along with the clues. The necklace is the key to the story, and the bad guy wants the gang to see him holding it.”

Carl the Animator: “An actually-plot-based reason for something to be overly-obvious? In Scooby-Doo? Is this real life?!”

Ted the Animator: “Believe it. After he steals the necklace, he’s clearly seen holding it by the police…”

Carl the Animator: “Mmhmm.”

Ted the Animator: “…as he gets out of the van, he holds it out for all to see…”

Carl the Animator: “Mmhmm.”

Ted the Animator: “…when he runs away, he laughs for a second, but doesn’t even bother to put it away because he wants them to s–”

Carl the Animator:Ok, ok, I get it already. Just tell me what I’m doing next.”

Ted the Animator: “Uhhhh… the running scene through the marsh, thanks.”

Carl the Animator: “Bingo.”

*7 minutes later*

Ted the Animator: “…what did we just talk about, Carl.”

Carl the Animator:Drunk Orson Welles commercials?”

Ted the Animator: “Right before that.”

Carl the Animator: “…oh, the necklace.”

Ted the Animator: “It disappears between cuts as he runs! C’mon, we were doing so well before that.”

Carl the Animator: “It’s fiiiiine, I’ll just, uh… when he gets to the door, he’ll hold it up again all like ‘ooooh look at me, I’ve still got it, aren’t I clever.’”

Ted the Animator: “That’s what every Scooby-Doo bad guy does, though.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah. They’re so proud of how evil they’re being, they simply have to show off for the audience.”

Ted the Animator: “…I guess if I got away with climbing up buildings using tiny suction cups while wearing a bargain-bin halloween costume, I’d want to break the fourth wall too.”

Jokes On You

4,500 Followers Drabble

Summary: Jensen’s friends play matchmaker at a Halloween party.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Halloween Request: @jayankles

A/N: Also for @torn-and-frayed‘s Halloween With Dean Drabble Challenge


“Let me get this straight.” Jensen locks his rigid stance, “You expect me to walk around with freaking green hair, stupid makeup and fake ass tattoos.”

“Yup.” A devious smile breaks out on Jared’s face, his stride still carrying him down the apartment hallway. “Piece of cake.”

Ugh. Jensen encountered Briana sulking on set a few days ago, her husband had to cancel a much anticipated visit due to a work obligation. So then she begged and pleaded for Jensen to fill in for her husband on Halloween.

And that’s how this awkwardness came to be, why Jensen is traipsing around wearing a dorky Joker costume in public. And it’s not even the bad ass Heath Ledger version that he likes the best. It’s safe to say that he’s not a happy camper. All because Briana wants to be friggin Harley Quinn for the night.

“This wasn’t part of the deal.” Jensen grits his teeth, his stomp echoing after his best friend. “Are you kidding me, Padalecki?!”

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Klance stuff part 4 (Red and Blue edition)

(They communicate by feeding ideas into the paladin’s brains so no talking out loud here whatsoever for them lions)

• Sometimes Lance’s homesickness is so strong, Blue gets worried and would relay the feeling to Red and the other lions so they can mind communicate it to the team somewhere in the castle.

• Keith would always be the first to find him.

• Red would always save Keith whenever he’s in trouble or hurting but she also makes him feel guilty about not being careful by making him feel the team’s worry and fear through the lions especialy Lance’s.

• Red and Blue would sometimes talk about the wedding.

• Sometimes Green and Yellow would pitch in. Black wants all of them to have flower crowns on each head. She wants pink, baby blue and purple hues on hers.

• Red: What is a flower girl? we didnt have that on altea. Do we make a famale wear a flower costume?
Blue: Would Dear Pidge be a good flower girl, Green?
Green: I would bet my left arm she would eject herself into space before u could ask.

• When Lance and Keith were still pining, they would either find Blue sitting/cuddling together with red and vice versa and they STILL wouldnt get it.

• Red once got so frustrated that when Lance went to her for secret bonding time, she picked him up and hurled him at Keith. (Keith actually held out his hands to catch him cos he’d be damned if he let Lance get hurt)

• They both stayed hugging on the floor a bit longer than necessary until finally akwardly standing up and dashing to opposite exits with red faces.

• Blue congratulated Red on that move but it still wasnt enough so she went to grumbling in frustration while Blue tries to calm her down.

• Lance once called Keith in for dinner while Keith was doing maintenace checks in Red’s cockpit.

• She trapped them both in there while turning up the heat until Lance couldnt take it anymore and took off his jacket and shirt. Keith fainted. Lance assumed he was overheated and panicked. They got out.

• Blue did the same. Keith’s not good with the cold so Lance had to wrap him up in his jacket to keep him from shivering but ended up shivering as well.

• Until Keith quietly suggested it was ok to share body heat so they awkwardly wrapped each other in their arms until Blue finally gave up after an hour. (She wont risk freezing them to death for this)

• The other lions would feel the frustrations the other paladins feel for these two pining idiots so they sometimes chip in on helping out Red and Blue.

• Green was the one to telepathicaly disable the elevators one time.

• Yellow turned off the antigravity switch in the hangar once and they got to see Lance and Keith desperately holding on to each others hands so the other wont float away until help came.

• They argued who’s fault it was after that thinking that the other’s face was red because they were mad.

• Black can only sympathize with Shiro and shake her head in disappointment in time with him.

• Red really likes Lance, she really does but she’s still a bit bitter about past Lance flirting with every alien girl and making her baby jealous so she’s still a lil shit to him sometimes.

• Keith would sometimes sit in front of Red in the dead of the night worrying she wouldn’t want him to be her paladin someday because of his galra heritage.

• The feeling of a lifetime of loneliness and isolation would shake her so much she would accidentaly send signals of it directly to Lance waking him up and wondering why he’s crying.

• Blue once got angry at an alien trying to take (almost forcing) Lance home with him/her during a celebratory party. She physically intervened by stomping her paw in front of them and growled menacingly.

• Lance got a lil shook too and tried to calm her down after the the alien left running. “C-calm down girl I wasn’t going with them, t-they were telling me where Keith went but I guess they had different plans… thanks for helping me buddy…”

*during parties or supply runs Keith avoids being anywhere near Lance. See why in part 3*

• Blue relayed Lance’s longing feeling to Red back at the castle so she lifts Keith up and throws him out not letting him into the castle.

• With no choice he goes to the party dreading to see what he thinks he’s gonna see (Lance all over an alien girl/guy) only for Lance to find him first. “Dude! Where have you been?! Ive been looking all over for you jesus. The Poltanarks are taking pictures! You gotta be in there cmooon.”

• Keith will never forget how firm Lance’s hold on his wrist was throughout the night like Lance was scared he was gonna disappear again.

• When Lance and Keith finally got together, Blue and Red did a sublte high five. (that night, Red snuck out and scouted the 7 foot alien that was bullying her baby *see part 3*. By morning the alien was groveling for forgiveness at the castle doors.)

part 1

part 2

part 3