i aspire to have a love a pure as my grandparents 56 years and my grandfather is still the perfect man he buys her corsages for every date he can finish her sentences he watches her move with a light in his eyes he knows her every desire he respects her he waits on her he loves her yet my grandmother still lights up whenever he admits it as if he’s saying it for the first time
Maybe I am old fashioned in the sense that I don’t believe grand gestures outweigh small ones. Bring me a single rose on our first date. Dance with me in the rain. Hum your favorite song as we walk just because you’re happy to be beside me. Tell me you love me when we’re driving down the freeway with the windows down and your hair in your eyes. Text me a good night even if it’s three am and you rolled over after falling asleep on your couch and realized you forget to call me. Just make me feel wanted. Pursue me.
Because I will give you everything I’ve got. I already plan to. It’s just nice to know you’re fighting for me as hard as I am for you.
Have I mentioned my Beanstalk romance and sexuality headcanons because boy do I have a lot of them. I would apologize for my reprehensible shipping, but I’m not sorry. I’m a little sorry I’m not sorry though, so there’s that.
Jack is bi. Jack is really really bi. Since he grew up with a huge family surrounded by relationships and crushes in every gender combination, Jack tends to just forget that straight is a thing people can be unless he’s explicitly reminded. This makes him terrible to try to confide in about your unrequited crush. He’s very casual about touching if he doesn’t get ‘please back off’ signals, and is not great at recognizing where most people draw the line between platonic and romantic touching. He’s probably left a string of crushes behind him because he didn’t watch where he aimed his carefree grin and really good hugs. (Jack gives fantastic hugs and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s big and warm and he wraps his arms all the way around you and maybe lifts you up some, and holds you for as long as you want without making it awkward.) Jack had a really big puppy crush on Liam for a while after he arrived, but it faded quickly because 1. Liam did nothing to encourage it and 2. Bea. Jack falls in loyalty much easier than he falls in love.
George is mostly interested in girls but largely uninterested in romance. When she thinks about settling down it’s in a single apartment near a university with books and maybe a cat, and does not necessarily include a significant other although if someone brought it up she’d agree that it probably sounds nice. She had a little on and off thing with May when they crossed paths but it never progressed beyond kissing, and they both knew it couldn’t really be serious or sustainable. Everyone joked that she and Jack were a couple but they never saw each other romantically.
They love each other, but it’s loyal, die for you, slightly too co-dependent, shieldbrother love, not romantic love.
Not that the two of them (and the three of them when they still had Liam) didn’t have some intense platonic cuddlepiles though. It gets cold in the mountains and George simply does not care enough to lose at no romo chicken.
Laney is demi, and was always quietly resistant to the idea of romance. She wasn’t going to go into a diplomatic arranged marriage, and she definitely wasn’t going to waste her time slobbering all over one of her peers. She has trouble relating to other people’s relationships or seeing the attraction in them. She doesn’t have any interest in touching or kissing anyone, unless she knows them very well and is starting to fall for them. The quickest way to completely lose her interest forever is to try to impress her by out-competing her, and she will shoot someone down hard and fast for it. She falls in love slowly and reluctantly, and she doesn’t quite trust the process. It takes her a while to accept it. She doesn’t want to be dramatically wooed or pursued, but she does want the object of her affections to court her and show her they care. Winning Laney’s heart is all about having her back and noticing the small things.
Rupert is bi-romantic ace, and he loves traditional, old-fashioned romance. He’s not one for big, extravagant gestures, but he’s the sort to come home with a bouquet of roses to make them happy, who never forgets anniversaries or their favorite food, who tucks a note and a snack into their pocket where they’ll find it later in the day just when they need it. He has some issues about being touched (which get especially strong post Remember the Dust) and needs partners who are patient and very respectful of his boundaries. He dated a few schoolmates, but they were always casual relationships, without a passionate spark like he secretly hoped for. His shortest relationship was with a boyfriend who didn’t respect his comfort zone about touching and sex, so Rupert ended it. He’s very conscious of what makes a healthy relationship and red flags, and he gives excellent relationship advice.
Grey is aromantic asexual. He caught a mention of it in a book, realized it was relevant, then hunted up the definitive books on the subject of sexuality, read them cover to cover, and quietly concluded that this was what applied to him. Once he had it safely labelled and defined, he got on with the rest of his reading. It’s important to be precise and categorize things properly. If Grey was ever the subject of a quiet crush from a fellow sage, they never confessed, which is good because Grey would have turned them down so bluntly and summarily that it would have been rude, and then he wouldn’t have understood why they started tearing up because he was just being informative. (He would have felt bad though.)
Post Remember the Dust, all four of them live together and they are A Thing. Is it a romantic thing? Is it a platonic thing? Is it a currently platonic but possibly moving towards romantic thing? No one is entirely sure. They’re certainly not, but what is certain is that the four of them are going to spend the rest of their lives together. (I’m not certain either frankly, I am equally happy with either them being poly for each other and Grey is there too because they are his regardless of his romantic disinterest, or being platonic.)
And some bonus reprehensible trash because being a homestuck means never not being able to ruin everything you touch with quadrants:
Jack<>George: Jack and George were moirails. They were textbook moirails, they were the the platonic ideal of moirails. All the places where one fit into the other, where one compensated for the other without thinking, all those co-dependent, fight with you, kill for you, foxhole bond, breathe in sync feelings are the moirailegiance stories are made of. And then, Jack left.
Jack<>Grey: Oops kiddo, you spilled your protective instincts all over the place, now look what you’ve done
Jack<3<The Seeress: Imagine that scene from Mulan where the guard lights the signal pyre, except instead of a pyre it’s a big pile of garbage and instead of a guard it’s me. Now all of China knows I have reprehensible ships. (You will pry this hideous hatemance out of my cold dead hands.)
Hc for Toshinori on a really cute date with a first kiss?
God, he was nervous and sweating and he was worried that you’d be able to tell he had no idea what he was doing. He fidgets around in his seat and plays with his fingers, but is always engaged when you’re talking; he can’t help but be completely fascinated with you.
He likes that he can have some peace while in public when he’s in his emaciated form, though he prefers a quieter place that’s not too popular at the time of day he takes you out.
He reaches over the table while your talking and strokes your hand without thinking, occasionally his head tilting to the side curiously while you’re telling a story. He doesn’t talk too much, but just enough to show he’s very interested, but he’d rather hear you talk about yourself.
He grows nervous again when he walks you home, all those old-fashioned black and white romance movies hitting him and making him realize you might be expected a kiss. He hopes you don’t see how much he’s sweating.
He just… goes for it. He can’t let himself overthink it or else he’d never do it, and he wanted to kiss you so badly. The kiss is soft and short, but sweet; he wants to kiss you more but he doesn’t want to spoil the night by over smothering you with affection, and decides he needs to come up with another date idea fast.