im seamus finnigan and welcome to jackass!!! today me and my mate dean thomas here are going to do Hogwarts Parkour, which is where we jump across the moving staircases and try not to die, check this out,,..,,
Harry Styles breezed into Nashville for a date on his recently launched solo tour Monday night, telling the Ryman Auditorium crowd – populated mostly by girls and young women in full singing (and screaming) voice, “I have to say, when we booked this tour, this was kind of the reason. This room. And it is beautiful, and you look fabulous, so thank you.”
The British pop star, who came to prominence as a member of boy band One Direction, has shown genuine affection for country music, with his tastes running the gamut from Shania Twain to Keith Whitley. While his set included all 10 tunes from his self-titled solo debut, released in May, Styles also gave an affectionate and well-received nod to one of the biggest Nashville-based hits of the past several years: Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush,” calling it “one of my favorite songs recently that’s come out of this place.”
Strumming acoustic guitar at the outset of the sultry Grammy-winning tune, penned by Lori McKenna, Hillary Lindsey and Liz Rose, the 23-year-old was joined by an auditorium of backup singers who cheered wildly as soon as they recognized the song. Kicking it off at a lower octave, Styles’ voice was soon soaring in much the same way Little Big Town singer Karen Fairchild’s does on the hit version, featured on the quartet’s Pain Killer LP.
Common to both Styles and Little Big Town is their devotion to classic rock icons Fleetwood Mac, which the former showed in his blistering cover of Linsdey Buckingham’s “The Chain.” Because signs and flags are not allowed to be displayed among the Ryman audience, during the encore of “Sign of the Times,” Styles’ first solo hit, he draped a rainbow-striped pride flag on the microphone stand, saying, “I heard these were taken away so I want to put it in its rightful place.”
California country singer Cam opened for Styles, delivering songs off her debut album Untamed. Styles will return to Nashville on June 12th, with Kacey Musgraves in support.
As someone who happened to buy a lot of coal, I end up with
a lot of diamonds.
You know those carbon filters in fish tanks? I never have to
change mine now. I just sort of wave the guck out? It’s an easy chore.
Don’t forget, there’s carbon in steel. If I take it out,
this whole city’s going down.
Cardiokinesis - Control Hearts
I don’t know why you think this has to do with love. Hearts
are organs that only pump blood. I mean, I guess if your heart beats faster,
you feel like you’re in love.
I spent years in medical school specializing in heart
surgery just so I could discretely fix people’s hearts much faster than they
should be able to. But whenever anyone asks me what my secret to fast and
perfect surgery is, I have to lie and it’s eating me inside.
I can see everyone’s relationships, but sometimes it gets really distracting. All these fibrous lines keep obscuring the cinema screen.
Caelestikinesis - Control Celestial Bodies
Is it weird I can tell you’re an aries? I’m getting that you’re an aries.
Okay, so making the night sky spell out “will you marry me?” was awesome but I think I ruined a bunch of aliens’ homes. I really hope they don’t know I did that.
Being a god of the stars is generally really boring. Nothing’s ever been happening. But this little planet seems to be starting something… Better get closer to watch.
Caelumkinesis - Control the Sky
I can hide as anything that flies. So if you happen to see a bird in my room, don’t chase it out with a broom.
If you’re going to be like that, I can make sure you always get rained on.
The world is so boring. I finally found out how to make dragons and I’m gonna take the initiative and just making this happen.
Chemokinesis - Control Chemical Substances
If it’s on the periodic table, I can mess with it. People generally aren’t ready for their oxygen to become iron.
The hero can’t come and vanquish me if I’ve given them depression.
Now that I’ve trapped you in my moat… It’s acid.
Chromokinesis - Control Colors
A magician’s biggest trick: Turning the entire performance
I have a grudge against someone who somehow muscled their way into my personal art show. I’ll makes sure they never see color ever again.
So I can fly… But it’s very… Flashy. Yeah, it’s a rainbow.
Chronokinesis - Control Time
So, even if I manipulate time, I can’t manipulate space. And Earth moves, so… I kind of killed most of the population. They’re either in space or the mantle.
I’ve been stealing time from everyone and it’s all stored deep underground.
I’ve tricked a constuction crew through a time-portal and now they’re building me a castle in 16th century France. I’ll be king and my castle will never fall.
Cibumkinesis - Control Food
You don’t even know how much pretentious people like to eat my ‘innovative’ foodstuffs. Milk jerky is as weird as it sounds and only comes in 2%
I’ll win every cooking competition, no matter how much I mess up.
May your harvest be blighted and your water poisoned. Think twice before crossing me again.
Cthonikinesis - Control Nether
Powers adapt to new meanings for the word. I’m gonna send
you to minecraft hell.
Your nether regions are so fucked.
How do you feel, facing your own late father in battle?
Cukinesis - Control Copper
When NYC falls into peril again, someone with the ability to
manipulate copper calls upon the ultimate defense… The statue of liberty.
Yeah I can make a shield, but it’s gonna be copper. Sorry I can’t do anything else.
I’ve gotten into the habit of driving by old neighborhoods and making all the copper wiring and pipes be sucked into my truck. It’s only slightly villainous.
Cogitokinesis - Control Thought
If you’re going to be so angry about my favorite song, enjoy it in your head forever.
I make quite the racket erasing unwanted thoughts. Where those thoughts go though is only for me to worry about.
My robots seem too mechanical. I should steal someone’s thoughts to give them a bit of personality.
Cognikinesis - Control Perspectives
Most of the time I just force video games to let me play
first person, I’m not sure what you expected.Forcing people to look at what they’ve become is a lot like
When people make me upset, I like to make them see my actual point of view.
It doesn’t matter how far away something is, if I can see it, I can touch it.
Comakinesis - Control Hair
My stage production of rapunzel is the best in the world. How I found a continuous 20 foot braid is anyone’s best guess. I’ll never tell.
I’ve created a new breed of naturally pink poodles. I’ll be in the lap of luxury for all my days.
No I only have one of these wool sweaters. I can just change it’s color because it’s technically hair.
Combokinesis - Control Combat
Any battle goes may way, from a simple argument to an election. I’ve become the most influential person in the world.
My personal feelings are always above any actual evidence of winning, so seeing that I may be wrong is terrifying. What if I was wrong before?
Now that you’ve shown me what your attack will be, let me eliminate that possibility.
Coronakinesis - Control Corona Energy
Yes, it’s basically like that one godzilla. No, I’m not secretly the kid of godzilla.
You think you’ve seen global warming? You’ve seen nothing yet.
Stars tend to move with their corona, so don’t mind the new stars. They were already there before.
Corrokinesis - Control the Power of Corruption
I really don’t like corruption, so I keep combing the internet for instances of corruption to take it out, hitman style.
I’ve condensed corruption into these special bullets. I want you to shoot all this list, no matter how nice you think they are.
Wait, I can basically make this into a hell-dimension? Awesome. Sin for everyone.
Cryokinesis - Control Ice
If you keep annoying me all the liquid in your body is gonna freeze.
I’ve got the polar ice caps fixed, Antartica is looking good, and I’ve got enough snow cones today’s day at the park.
You’ve gotta believe me, officer! The icicle just plain fell on them! It skewered them!
Crystallokinesis - Control Minerals and Crystals
My modern witchcraft store is stocked full with crystals and stones. And it’s all homemade.
If I really tried, I could get my crystal healing techniques to go towards a doctorate.
You picked the wrong mineshaft to battle me in. You’be basically given me the battle.
Cytokinesis - Control Cells of Organisms
My friend wanted to be a cryptid so we brainstormed for a while and they decided on their form. We still chat when I’m in town.
Even if I’m terminal, I can just fix it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to fix you too.
Changing what shape my cells take is the ultimate camouflage. No one suspects the dog.
me, thinking about how diana had to witness steve’s death, not having a body to bury, nor the chance to say ‘i love you’ back. thinking about how she probably had to attend to her friends’ funeral, one by one growing older until dead, sameer, charlie, chief and etta, each gone and she’s still looking the same, meeting new people who will be gone with the blink of her eyes and the beat of her heart. seeing lovers come and go, but her smile growing tired until she only smirks, nods, keeps walking, and collects art like she collects memories of people that will never hold her again. then, her new friend sends whats left of steve back to her:
Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)
Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.
A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)
I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.
I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.
I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.
My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.
I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.
I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.
I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.
It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.
“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.
“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.
“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.
I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.
I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.
After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.
Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.
“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.
Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.
As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.
He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.
“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.
“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”
He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.
Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.
“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.
“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.
“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.
I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.
“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)
I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.
I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.
I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”
“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”
“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.
“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.
I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.
“What the hell happened?” I query.
Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”
My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.
“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”
“The person in pain would say otherwise.”
I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.
He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”
“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”
“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.
I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.
“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.
I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.
Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.
I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.
The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.
“Okay, just come back quick.”
My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.
I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.
I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.
Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.
“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.
“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.
His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.
“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.
Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.
I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.
“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.
“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”
“You’re drooling, Raeken.”
“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.
“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.
“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”
Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.
I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.
I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.
He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.
“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.
I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.
I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.
“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.
“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.
For those who are new to the sortinghatchats system, our basics post is here. But to sum it up: the way we play this game, your “primary” house is WHY you do things and your “secondary” house is HOW.
We just really like defining our terms, okay. It makes us happy.
Lito is probably the easiest of the lot to sort– a Slytherin Primary and Slytherin Secondary who uses both these aspects of himself to survive, thrive, and find joy. As a Slytherin Primary, his first priorities are himself and the people he loves– a short list that tentatively grows over the course of the series. Lito’s journey is, among other things, the story of a young Slytherin coming into his own as a responsible agent. Lito wants things, selfishly and emotionally– he loves in the same way.
It is not Dani or the horror of her situation that drive Lito to make his decisions at the end of season one, but Hernando’s leaving. Dani’s situation threw Lito into angst and chaos, but he stood by his priorities– his career, his privacy, and his comfortable life. Hernando, both braver and then fonder of Dani than Lito, was the catalyst that pushes Lito to overthrow his entire world to be brave.
(By season two, however, Dani is solidly in Lito’s deepest circles of loyalty. She’s family, then, and if the plot of season one repeated somehow, it would go rather different.)
Lito’s Slytherin secondary is also fairly obvious, as he’s the sensate called on whenever someone needs a lie, a distraction, or a bit of help with overdramatics. His acting is not just a job and a skill, but something he finds deep joy, validation, and power in. It’s an important part of his personality– his ability to shift, perform, and transform.
Hernando, Lito’s boyfriend, is a Ravenclaw Primary, a contrast which causes both conflict and growth in their relationship. Deliberate, confident, kind, and cerebral, Hernando provides both practical ballast and a call to bravery for Lito– in turn, Lito’s passion, ambition, and flexibility make Hernando’s life a better, brighter place. But when it came down to a choice between staying with the man he loved, or refusing to be complicit, however indirectly, in terrible things, Hernando chose to walk away– and Lito, bless his heart, chose to follow.
(I would also acquiesce rather quickly to claims that Hernando is actually just a very “smart-flavored” Gryffindor).
Hernando loves Lito’s playful Slytherin Secondary, though his is a little quieter– a Hufflepuff Secondary. He loves Lito by waiting for him, by showing up and being present and waiting for him to be brave. He eventually acts as catalyst to change his and Lito’s world not by convincing, persuading, discussing, or charging at the issue but by simply walking away. Hufflepuff secondaries are often overlooked but often form the backbone or bedrock of whatever communities or efforts they support. By leaving, Hernando yanks the rug out from under Lito’s feet and forces him to learn how to stand.
Look also at how he pulls off the scene when his asshole student projects the pictures of him and Lito. He takes in the attack, and then with a patient confidence uses all his knowledge and skill as an academic and a lecturer to reclaim and transform the moment. He turns something meant to shame him into a moment of pride and beauty, while calmly forcing the attacker to shrink in shame of his own making. In spaces that Hernando has embodied and built– his home and relationship, his classroom– he can wield an immense and debilitating power, underestimated by those who expect strength to be something more straightforward and aggressive.
Dani is a Slytherin Primary as well, though I dither about her secondary– either Hufflepuff or Slytherin. Whichever one she doesn’t have, she occasionally pretends she does. I think she’s a Hufflepuff secondary (look at how she gets Lito the interview in Hollywood), but with a convincing veneer of Slytherin. She’s the “well I know a guy” version of the Hufflepuff secondary– at her happiest she is thriving and succeeding using the connections and knowhow she’s gathered, all in the service of people she loves.
Wolfgang is another Slytherin Primary– unlike Lito, who had to recalibrate to lift Hernando’s needs (and Dani’s) above his own ambitions, Wolfy is more likely to need to remember to value his own needs and wants. In some ways, he’s got a parallel arc with Kala, there, as she too goes on a journey to accept that she wants and that sometimes she can have and that doesn’t make her evil.
When we meet Wolfy, the only person he cares about is Felix, his scrappy, loyal best friend who I like to imagine one day gets to meet Capheus and watch terrible B action movies with him. Wolfy’s Slytherin primary is fairly obvious to any character with eyes, ears, or a brain stem, and so various plots around him turn on that loyalty– hurting Felix to punish Wolfy, rewarding him to court Wolfy. It’s a character role more often given to the sweet beloved and it’s rather delightful to see that dynamic play out with the gangly, startled Felix, who doesn’t understand how important he is.
Wolfy’s secondary is Hufflepuff– the house of patience and toil. A deliberate and reserved fellow, Wolfy just keeps going until he either breaks or succeeds. One of the assets being a sensate provides him is that he can borrow others’ flexibilities (or, rather, have those flexibilities anxiously thrust at him, when he seems on the verge of breaking). He and Lito serve each other especially well in this respect, with Lito stepping in to lie and maneuver when a flexible hand is needed, and Wolfy stepping in for Lito when he needs to stand in front of an oncoming force and refuse to budge, bow, or back away.
Kala, a Ravenclaw secondary, complements as opposed to supplements Wolfy’s secondary skills. When Wolfy’s resources and opportunities run low during his methodical murder of the men who almost killed Felix in season one’s climax, Kala steps in to provide additional destructive ballast in the form of kitchen sink explosives. Where Wolfy is terminator-level stubborn, carrying a host of earned skills and some terrifying patience to the battleground, Kala is prepared, inquisitive, and quick-thinking. As they both came into their own, and as they learned to lean on each other and trade strengths and skills, I think the pair of them would have turned into an even more terrifying duo of persistence predators.
Kala’s a Gryffindor Primary who’s interacted with very few real dilemmas in her life. She feels things strongly and with certainty, despite her lingering doubts about her ability to be a good person and to know wrong from right. It’s that strong desire to be good, to know what the right thing is and to do it, that marks her as a Gryffindor. She’s someone who cares about being passionate, righteous, and good, but she’s never had an enemy force to charge or a thorny path to defy. She’s always known what the sensible next step was– love her family, go to university, marry the nice man who loves her– but as she grows older she can tell there’s something missing. She keeps doing the “right” things, but she doesn’t care, and she wants so badly to care.
She worries she’s “bad,” maybe even just amoral, but the fact that this upsets her contradicts her worries– as does the fact that, when moral quandaries she does care about thump down at her feet, she reacts with immediate moral certainty. When she learns about the unethical activities of Rajan’s pharmaceutical company, her response is instant and righteous. It is wrong, she knows it, and she won’t stand for it. When shit hits the fan, Kala doesn’t dither or hesitate.
Despite that, much of her first season of story arc is Kala doing just that– dithering and hesitating over questions of love, fidelity, and marriage. She knows what’s supposed to happen, what she’s supposed to want, and she sits for most of the season in the middle of that quandary. On first glance, Kala can even look like a “burned” Gryffindor: someone who cares deeply about doing the right thing, but has lost their faith in their own intuition or goodness– or even in the idea of right and wrong itself.
But Kala’s not “burned” or frightened– rather, she’s just sort of morally bored.
Doing what is right and good matters to her, and Kala is passionate and unflinching when it comes to those big questions– and marrying and loving Rajan should be one of those big questions. The thing is– it’s not. Not for Kala, and so she’s left in a tremulous in-between where she can’t rely on her gut, instincts, or desires to drive her to action.
Kala has never really wanted anything before. She’s never had big, important decisions thrown at her feet, and she’s intellectually certain this marriage thing should probably be a big deal. But no matter how she struggles to care about this and make a decision that comes from the heart, she can’t force it on herself. The inability to care here and to act intuitively makes her feel adrift and insincere. It’s not just that she’s not passionate about marrying Rajan– she’s not even passionate about not marrying him. It’s all a wash. Adultery, psychic or otherwise, is something that Kala vaguely thinks she should care about– but she doesn’t.
(Rajan, like Wolfy and Dani, is a Slytherin/Hufflepuff– he cares first and foremost about the people he loves, and he’s even fairly good at it, caring for Kala warmly and respectfully.
Like Lito, Dani, and Wolfy, Rajan’s a Slytherin primary who hasn’t really bothered supplementing his “me and mine” morality with some sort of additional, larger set of guidelines. He wants to be okay, he wants Kala to be okay, and he likes to be nice. His quick and actual turn-around on the malevolent pharmaceutical practices is an aspect of his Slytherin– his wife cares and so as soon as he has time to digest her emotions, he cares, too, and morever, he acts in an immediate and effective way. It’s not even that he’s doing that to make Kala happy– it’s that it matters to Kala and therefore it is important and right.
His Hufflepuff secondary shows in the company he’s inherited and the ways he’s invested and buried in its mechanisms, his ability to play well with others without ever seeming to “transform” to do so (in the way a Slytherin secondary would), and his patient, kind courtship of Kala.)
In the style of Katniss Everdeen, the inspiring power of Capheus’s Gryffindor secondary astonishes him with both the quality and quantity of its effect. Gryffindor secondaries with such political and televised presences can becomes “figures” instead of people– despite their “realness” often being what the masses like and respond to in them. Capheus, like Katniss volunteering for Prim or mourning Rue, is just being himself– but it makes him into Van Damn the same way Katniss became the Mockingjay.
Capheus is good, and he believes in things until they happen. “I think it’s going to be a really good day,” he says. Capheus’s faith is something that can and does change his world. It’s the same thing that inspires even his enemies to like him– like the fellow who came to warn him mid-season 2 and promised him his vote if he lived.
On the primary side: Capheus has a strong and emotional sense of right and wrong, but also a willingness to hold himself away from things he think he cannot change. But, as he becomes more aware of his own power and how he might affect the world, he finds it impossible to keep himself in the shadows. He is like his father, which he and his mother fight about. Capheus cannot sit still when the world is broken and (and the “and” here is important) when he thinks he can change that world for the better. Like much of the cast, he’s a Gryffindor primary, who holds a strong and kind internal compass in his chest.
Losing her mother, her burdens dropped soundly on her young shoulders, left Sun growing up with a yawning absence and a sense of always trying to play catch-up. She was supposed to be her mother, to care for her brother, despite being a child herself. As an adult, she blames herself for her brother’s crimes and feels guilt for not being “good” enough– for not being who and what she was supposed to be.
Sun tries to build herself into what she thinks she should be– but she is at her strongest and most joyous when she is being what she is and just acting. There is a sense, with Sun, that she is always holding back– from that first clenched fist in her opening scene in the pilot to the moment she bursts into potentially murderous action in the season two climax. She has trouble trusting herself enough to act on her instincts– a “burned” Gryffindor who doesn’t believe in her own goodness, value, or strength– except for single spark-bright moments when she does. This might be why she likes fighting so much– for an instant, in the ring, she knows exactly what she needs to do and she does it unflinching. After a season of considering, dithering, and thinking, she makes the snap decision in the climax of season two to go after her brother and it is a release and a culmination.
Sun tries to use reason and logic, a Ravenclaw’s tools, to supplement for her lack of faith in her Gryffindor. Her mother gave her that initial rule— take care of your brother. And she does: we see in the beginning of season one how aware she is of where her brother’s likely haunts are, how practiced she is at finding him. She carries her position in the company with grace and conviction even when having to deal with sexists who dismiss her. When considering whether or not to take the fall for her brother, she doesn’t listen to her gut screaming against it but instead walks and thinks and tries to use her reason to convince herself it is the right thing to do. She continues on trying to follow her mother’s gift of a system– take care of your brother– at the expense of everything she has.
The Sun who leaves the prison is different from the lonely young woman who entered it– this “new” Sun would never had given up her life for her brother’s. After friendship, connection, and support from the other inmates (and her fellow sensates), Sun is far more convinced of her own value and her own right to freedom. After her mother’s death, her father’s distance, and the adult-sized burdens she’s carried since childhood, Sun before this lacked any evidence that she was worth something to anyone.
Painting with her friends, conversation, and camaraderie were all influential in changing Sun’s view of her value, but one of the most influential moments was when the guards were killing her and her friend came to her rescue. Sun believes in action more than words, and that was certainly a clear-cut message about what her friend thought Sun’s life was worth. As she heals throughout the story, she swaps out some of logic she uses to guilt herself instead for the faith her friends have in her.
Those friends also give a nod to Sun’s secondary– Hufflepuff. It is the work, patience, and time Sun has put into things that pay out in the end for her. This is as true in her fighting as it is in the kindnesses she pays to others. Her teacher, her inmate friends, and the cop with the crush on her are all examples of this– anyone who knows Sun knows she is good– so good they are all willing to fight for her in their own ways. Her teacher hides her. Her inmate friends support her and even kill for her. The cop, who has seen her grit and goodness exactly once, immediately believes her and wants to be on her side. Similarly, it is years of patience and toil that have left her talented and powerful as a fighter.
Riley is very tired and very sad, and that makes her sorting complex from the outside. Whatever her primary is, it’s burned to almost a crisp. She’s not a Slytherin, who prioritizes personal loyalties and obligations first. “Burned” Slytherins try to cut off all their emotional ties for self-protection, but Riley has no angst or barrier around caring for people, despite her losses. The same goes for Hufflepuff, the other “loyalist” House. Hufflepuffs care in a broader and fairer way than Slytherins, but the heart of it is still connection and obligation. “Burned” Hufflepuffs also try to limit their caring, exhausted and aching, and we don’t see that with Riley. She doesn’t seem to be avoiding connection when she’s hurting, and as she heals over the course of the series she doesn’t leap for and glory in the new connections she builds and accepts.
This leaves as options a “burned” Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, the two “idealist” Houses. Gryffindors value their gut where Ravenclaws value their reason– when a Gryffindor “burns,” they lose faith in their ability to know what’s right, to feel it, and to trust their intuition. When a Ravenclaw “burns,” they lose faith in their ability to think, assess, understand, comprehend, or decide. As Riley heals and comes into her own in season two, she seems to glory in her own growing faith in her inner compass. There is a delight in knowing her path and sinking her teeth into a fight that is particularly Gryffindor.
Additionally, like many young women who fall into the “manic pixie dream girl” mold, Riley is a Gryffindor secondary. Creative and genuine, the way she unflinchingly embodies what she does is apparent especially in her music and its reported effects on people. People are drawn to Riley, whether she wants them or not. She has a “shine” that’s exhausting, illuminating, and powerful. It’s what drew that one slick, creepy drug dealer’s notice, and also what lets her charm and win over our grumpy Scottish sensate friend. When entrenched in the paranoia of the sensate community, Riley cracks open their defenses with a moment of brave and risky honesty–letting him see where she and Will are–and, what’s more, he believes her when she does it.
Will, despite having one of the spottier character consistencies in the story, settles pretty soundly as a Hufflepuff Primary/Ravenclaw Secondary. He’s a loyal, dependable kid who hangs a lot of his identity and worth on his allegiance to groups and families– he’s a cop, he’s a sensate, and both these groups matter enormously to his self-image. He’s torn between those loyalties– abandoning his partner and his father, his obligations to his new sensate family. Of the cast, he’s by far the most sympathetic to Whispers, who is “like them.”
Will’s best skills are showcased in his early season two interactions with Whispers, when he plays Sherlock to identify where the holding cell is, gathering data, pulling information out of Whispers’s shoes and wall outlets, and extrapolating onward. He pulls long cons (pretending they were still in Iceland, etc) or detailed, sturdy plans. He likes prep, experience, and back up– he hates it when Riley has to go off on her own to Chicago without him or any fallbacks, but Gryffindor Riley delights in the movement. He’s a cop-flavored Ravenclaw Secondary, and effective with it.
Nomi’s yet another Gryffindor Primary in this cluster of Gryffindors. She has a strong and intuitive sense of right and wrong, something that drives her to make good and effective changes in the world. Stepping in to take the fall for Bug was a practical and selfless move that she carries with her humbly. She’s the kind of person who might claim and believe that “anyone would have done the same.”
It’s also something, however, that can lead her to neglect anything outside her cause of the moment. Nomi can get tunnel vision, such as when she abandons her sister at the dress fitting, not even waiting to hear the end of Teagan’s question. Nomi is deeply invested in whatever her highest priority is, which makes her an effective agent in the plot, but which also means she can abandon things (at least temporarily) that do genuinely mean the world to her. She loves her sister, but they got news about Angelica’s cabin and that takes priority in that moment.
Nomi can’t do things in halves– she’s all in, or she’ll have to get back to you later. Her sister, who seems to be a loyalist house (either Hufflepuff or Slytherin) is thrown off and disappointed by what surely feels to her to be a lack of Nomi’s affection (and certainly is a lack of Nomi’s attention)– but in the tradition of a good loyalist, Teagan seems to be always willing to be there when Nomi pops back into her life.
There’s a certainty and validation, as well as a mutual awe, that Nomi and Amanita find in each other here. Both Gryffindor Primaries, they supplement and support each other in the context of a larger and often disappointing world. In a bold Gryffindor way (Amanita is a Gryffindor secondary, as well as a primary), they make their own magic, joy, and beauty. Whether in the eclectic, personal space of their home, escaping a hospital in the back of a cab, sharing fries and pot brownies, or kissing in the forest where Angelica once burned down her own home and killed a man doing it, Amanita and Nomi light the scene themselves. They’re self-sufficient and self-motivated and self-soothing, burning from the inside out in ways they recognize in each other.
They approach situations differently in terms of methods– aka the secondary. Amanita is a beauty of a Gryffindor/Gryffindor, a sorting the writers seem to especially adore and respect. She is confrontational, brave, protective, and throws all of herself into everything she does– a set of methods that work out for her every time. She likes attention (“costume opportunity!”) for a good cause. She doesn’t maneuver, hedge, or negotiate when something is wrong in front of her– she tells off her ex-friend for her transphobia at their first Pride, she sets fire to the hospital as a distraction, breaks into the surgeon’s apartment with unconstrained glee, bursts into the aisle of Teagan’s interrupted wedding, and in general dives headfirst into the dangerous plot of Nomi’s new life.
Nomi, though also a Gryffindor primary, is quieter on the secondary. Nearly all her best successes come from years of work and her ability to humbly and truly mean the things she does. Friends hide Nomi and Amanita because of old favors and generosity on their parts. Bug turns over his whole life for them, because once Nomi turned over her whole life for him. There is a sense of fairness here. Talented and generous, Nomi’s yet another super-powered Hufflepuff secondary in the cluster. For a story that so loves the idea of skill-set-swapping and community, it makes sense there’d be an un-self-conscious love of the puff.
tl;dr the cluster: Sun - Gryffindor/Hufflepuff (burned) Nomi - Gryffindor/Hufflepuff Lito - Slytherin/Slytherin Will - Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Capheus - Gryffindor/Gryffindor Riley - Gryffindor/Gryffindor (burned) Kala - Gryffindor/Ravenclaw Wolfy - Slytherin/Hufflepuff
a selection of non sensates; Amanita - Gryffindor/Gryffindor Hernando - Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff Daniella - Slytherin/Hufflepuff Rajan - Slytherin/Hufflepuff
Dating the ‘bad boy’ of the school was something unusual for you, you were used to gravitating towards the more… softer looking boys with A+ grades and a preppy attitude.
But that didn’t stop you for falling for Peter, under his hard exterior and thick, black leather jacket he was an absolute sweetheart.
Peter was beautiful from head to toe and inside out, you had no doubt. From the way he would flick his hair when it got in his face constantly to the way he would do anything and everything to make you happy.
You were his girl, everyone knew that and if they dared to hurt you in anyway then so help them, your boyfriend would find out.
But Flash Thompson had nerve. He insisted on pushing your boyfriend to his breaking point, thanks to you he hadn’t reached that point yet.
“You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today” Your boyfriend spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Peter had a habit of having a hand on or around you at all times- It was due to the fact that he was both protective, and he wanted to make sure you always felt safe.
“You say that everyday” You smile, reaching up to give him a quick peck on the lips but like usual, that wasn’t enough for him. You were glad that it was still early so the halls weren’t packed
Peter held your chin with his hand, moving his lips against yours at a slow pace. After not seeing each other all weekend he was craving your touch, video chat didn’t do you justice in his opinion.The mission Mr Stark had sent him on over the weekend was the toughest yet, Peter had many bruises and cuts littered under his clothing.
You didn’t know about the mission, or the bruises, heck he hadn’t told you that he was Spiderman yet.
“I say it because it’s true” He speaks once he pulls away from the kiss. “Is that my shirt?”
You look down and notice the plain gray shirt, it was rather loose and long on you, but had been tucked into a pair of skinny jeans. “It may be, it’s comfy”
“I swear all my shirts look better on you than they do on me” Peter held the utmost love and adoration in his eyes as he looked at the girl beside him. Over the last few months she’d become his constant, one thing in his life that never changed, you kept him grounded.
Your moment was interrupted by Peters cell phone, with an arm still slung around you he pulled it out. You knew something was wrong when his arm tightened, not in a way that it hurt, he’d never hurt you- it was just a little more pressure.
“What is it? Did something happen?” You ask, looking up at his with concern probably written all over your features.
“It’s Ned, he’s in the cafeteria waiting for us and he heard Flash say some things about you, things that i won’t let him get away with” You could tell Peter was trying to keep his cool in front of you, but truthfully he wasn’t doing a very good job.
He was gritting his teeth, his jaw clenched tightly.
“It’s not worth it Peter, let’s just ditch last period and go to mine” You attempted to lace your fingers with his but instead he shrugged you off, it hurt a bit but Peter was furious.
Peter wasn’t going to listen to anything you had to say, all of his frustration and anger at Flash was about to erupt.
“I can’t just let him say those things Y/N!” Peter removed his arm and turned around to punch the locker, it didn’t startle you one bit.
What did startle you was the sight his bloody- and soon bruising knuckles.
“Let’s go to mine, i’ll sort out your hand and we can just chill for a bit” That idea makes Peter relax a little, but his mind is still focused on the idea of making Flash get what he deserves, that was for another day now.
It didn’t take long to walk back to your apartment, the walk was enough for Peter to calm down and actually acknowledge the damage he’d done to his hand which by now, was a mess.
You ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit while Peter took a seat in your room, he removed his leather jacket slowly before sitting down, making sure the fabric made as little contact with his wounds as possible.
“So i found the first aid kit but it’s smaller than i remember, hopefully everything we need is still in here” You say, peering into the bag of plasters, medications and disinfectants. Everything looked to be intact, in your other hand you held a wet wash cloth.
“Don’t go full doctor on me, angel” He laughs “it’s just a bit of blood”
You give him a look and start dabbing the wet cloth on his knuckles to wipe away the blood, he hisses at the contact and with his free hand, he grips the edge of your table.
As any girlfriend would, you hated seeing your boyfriend in pain.“God Peter, where’d this come from?” You ask, noticing a bruise wrapped right around his wrist. It looked as if someone had grabbed him hard.
“I got in a mix up with a guy on the Internship, Mr Stark sorted in through” He says “Don’t worry, he looks worse than i do”
You sigh and put the washcloth down, silently taking out the bandages and wrap up his knuckles. They were pretty decently bruised, as was his wrist and probably other parts of his body too.
Peter uses his free hand to lift your chin so your looking him in the eyes. It stays like that for a moment before he softly presses a kiss to your lips. You practically crumble as his fingers hold you, you’re stood between his legs as he’s seated on your desk, meaning he has to lean down to kiss you. It goes on like that for a few moments, the kiss stays slow and sweet.
“I worry about you so much” You say, pulling away but keeping your forehead pressed to his. “I worry that one day you’re going to come home with more than a few bruises”
“That’s not going to happen, i’m going to let these heal and i promise you i’ll try harder from now on, okay?”
You nod and Peter pulls you into his arms. You can’t help but breath in his familiar scent, it was one that you’d become so use to since you two had been together that in moments like these it was all you needed.
You were the only one that got to see this side of Peter. (Except Aunt May of course!) You knew that over the large walls he’d built over the years he’d go to the darkest parts of the earth for the people he cared about. You’d been warned that he wasn’t a good influence, that he wasn’t someone you should be with but you hadn’t been told that he’d love you more than life itself, although he wouldn’t admit this to you just yet.