Something I’ve learned from having no friends or family around is that strangers can be precious rays of light in your life that can partially fill a void. From that time I was crying at a party and a drunk girl came to sit down and talk to me. To that time my car broke down and three strangers helped me push it to a safe place. Think about when you go to a concert or festival, and you’re all strangers but you feel as one when you’re all singing and jumping along to the songs being played. So if you have no friends or family around you or at all, just remember that strangers can be so amazing and you should never feel alone.
You sat among the dozens of other seniors who were excited to be leaving the stage of high school and move onto college. You, however, were twisting a piece of string about your finger nervously, gazing around at you family and only seeing Vanessa, Sebastian, and your grandparents, your father nowhere in sight, causing you to get more and more upset. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a tear that was trying so hard to slip down your cheek.
You knew your father was a busy man, but he had promised you that he would come to this for you. You see, you were always fearful that your father had a hidden hatred for you since you were a mistake made after a drunk night in high school with your mother, someone who never showed her face. After she had you, she handed you off to your father without a word and went off the face of the Earth. And no matter how often your dad tried to reassure you that he loved you, you still felt a twinge of doubt inside you.
“And now,” You heard the English department supervisor announce. “The senior accepting the writing award for outstanding dedication and phenomenal creativity in every sense of the word is Y/N Miranda!”
You heard the claps and cheers from around you, and that put a little smile on your face as you walked up to the podium to accept your award. You shook the supervisor’s hand and she gave you the certificate. She said something to you, but you were too enthralled in your own thoughts that you didn’t really even catch what she had said to you. You simply nodded and smiled in response to whatever it was she had told you. You took your seat once more as the rest of the high school academic awards were given out.
Just after the valedictorian spoke and the diplomas were given out, the choir members-yourself included- were brought to the stage to sing your final song of high school. It was a simple one, but your choir director thought it had a lot of soul and sentiment to it, and it was called “To Make You Proud.”
You stared off at the gray sky of New York City. It wasn’t the typical gray city skyline, but it was one that told people there was a rainstorm coming very soon. Which, ironically, had happened not even a second after you had this thought.
A rushed movement caught your eye. You saw your father, dressed semi-formally, as if he had been scrambling just to get something good together. You noticed his heavy breathing and sad face when he noticed you and the other members standing tall, your voices blending together. Just seeing your father with that look of regret put you over the edge.
Your eyes became teary when you realized that your idiot of a father only just showed up to one of the biggest nights of your life. But, not wanting to give people the chance to see you cry, you turned your sadness into anger, and the way you sang showed you that. You gazed straight ahead once more, not looking anywhere else in fear that your tears would some barreling out for all the school and everyone’s families to see.
When the caps were thrown and everything was done and done, you had to go and face your family. But in a way you didn’t.
You wiped away your tears and put on a fake smile when you walked towards your grandparents, your stepmother, and little brother, completely ignoring your father’s presence.
“Hey!” You smiled, giving your grandmother a hug before moving onto your grandfather. “Gosh, it’s so nice to see you.”
“Oh, Vanessa, you look so beautiful in that dress!” You cut him off.
“Y/N, I mean it-”
“Aw and look at little Sebastian in his fancy little clothes!” You spoke, googling over your little brother who giggled in response to you. “You have fun?”
“Yeah!” He nodded vigorously.
You turned back to our grandparents, gave them another hug, and told them, “Gosh, it’s so good to see you guys! Thank you so much for coming!”
“And you know I just wanted to say that this really means a lot to me. I mean like so-”
“Y/N Miranda will you just stop talking and listen to me?!” Your father shouted over you, finally having enough of you ignoring him.
You turned slowly and face him. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow accusingly. “Listen to you? Listen to you? I don’t need to listen to you! You weren’t here when I asked you to be. End of story.”
“Y/N, you have to understand. There was a problem that needed my attention at today's’ matinee show! Thy couldn’t-”
“Oh, so this is what this is about? Missing my high school graduation, the only one I’ll ever have, for that show? Guess what, dad?! Look at this, dad! I got an award for writing and you weren’t freaking there to see it because of that show! There’s understudies and-and standbys for Alexander Hamilton! He could be played by anyone in that stupid musical! But there’s no standby by for my dad!” You shouted in his face. Tears started to roll down your cheeks. “God, I wish that it never existed!”
At the time, you hadn’t realized just how harsh the words were and how deeply they affected him. You simply left your father and the rest of your family behind you as you walked off, sobbing and wiping away your tears as a sad melody echoed in your head.
You sat at the piano in your room a few hours after the incident, your fingers gently pressing down on the keys to create a nonsensical tune. It didn’t make you forget about what just happened, but it at least calmed you down a little bit. You continued doing this until you heard a knock on the door.
“If you’re dad, piss off. If you’re anyone else, please come in.” You mumbled just loud enough for the person behind the door to hear you.
“First of all,” Vanessa’s voice came to your ears after the door creaked open. “Watch your language. It could’ve been Sebastian for all you know.”
“I’m pretty sure Sebastian can’t knock as well as that.” You sorrowfully laughed.
“And second of all, you really hurt your father.”
You semi-glared at Vanessa when she told you this. A range of emotions and thoughts flowed through you, but you didn’t have enough words in your dictionary or enough time to voice them all then and there. So instead, you just snapped, “Yeah, well he hurt me.”
“I understand that, Y/N, but you told him that you wished Hamilton never existed. And-and you know how hard he worked on that and just how much it means to him. Hearing you say that to him… he really hurts, you know? You should probably apologize to him when you’re ready.”
“Apologize?” You scoffed. “Why should I even consider doing that when he couldn’t even put it off for one day for his only daughter’s high school graduation? This isn’t like some dumb middle school concert or something that’s like, every year or something. This is something he can’t see again. And this has happened before, and you know that. My final Broadway night for choir? Poetry night? Sure, they were all recorded but what’s the point?”
Vanessa sat on your bed, examining you as you looked down at your frail fingers touching the piano keys.
“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” Vanessa questioned.
You didn’t look up at her. Your fingers stop moving and you just stared down at the keys, a solemn look on your face.
“You know, I… I wonder if I really matter to him. Like… am I just a burden to him?” You wondered. You scrunched your eyebrows together in thought pondering these questions that always haunted you for years. “I mean, my mother just left me in his hands and ran. Does he actually see me as his daughter… or just a disturbance that he had to deal with for eighteen years? A-All I want to do is make him proud, but it’s like there are bigger priorities.”
“No, no, no!” Vanessa exclaimed, rushing to her feet. “Now that’s not true. Y/N, you know he loves you! And you know he’s proud of you!”
“Yeah? Well, it’s proven eight times a week that he’s a really good actor.”
Behind your door was a distraught father, one who couldn’t handle the information that had just come out of your mouth. You, a gentle, precious ray of light, believed that you were nothing to him and that he wasn’t proud of you and everything you did. Well, he’d just have to find a way to fix that.
Vanessa had told you that she had to drop something off at the Richard Rodgers Theatre for your dad. She didn’t say what it was, just that it was important to get it there before the show ended. You honestly just wanted to stay in the car, but she dragged you along anyway, telling you she wasn’t going to let you stay in a car alone in New York City.
“Here,” Vanessa handed you a small, light box. “Give this to your dad when he comes off stage Go over and wait for him. I have to go put this in the dressing room.”
“What?” You turned to look back at her and refute, but she was already hurrying for the other hallway backstage. “Fine…”
You stood backstage, the crew members giving you kind smiles. You knew most of them after a coming to the theatre a few different times. They didn’t say anything to you with the show going on, but they simply greeted you with their eyes and a nod to which you returned with a small wave and a small of your own.
You stood a few feet away from the stage with just enough view of it to see Phillipa center stage with your father walking around her as everyone sang the final notes of “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.” You felt a knot form in your stomach when you heard Phillipa let out a strained gasp when her character saw the audience watching the tale before her. When the lights faded out, and everyone went out for bows, you couldn’t stand to be there anymore.
“Could you give this to my father when he comes off please?” You asked, handing the box to a crew member.
They nodded and took the box from your grip. You spun around on your heels to head back out to the car, but your father’s voice caught you off guard, and kept you from moving forward.
“And one more thing before we all go! I have a something special for my very own Theodosia. My daughter, Y/N.”
You were frozen in your spot. You didn’t know what to do at that time. You could only listen as your father continued to speak to the audience with such cheerfulness, such… love… as he spoke about you. You slowly and hesitantly turned to look back at the stage.
“She just graduated college with honors in the English department. She got accepted into her dream college with a full scholarship… and I just couldn’t be more proud of her. So, to honor that, we will be singing one final song of the night, dedicated to her.” He announced.
You stepped forward, wanting to hear what would happen next. To say the least, you shocked when you heard the piano keys playing your graduation song from just a few nights ago. You gasped slightly, leaving you open-jawed. You watched Renée sing the solo out into the audience before everyone else joined in, your heart swelling with merriment.
“I’ll hear your words, Here in my heart, Wherever I go! To make your proud…”
You felt your knees become weak as you heard the cast sing so beautifully and in such perfect harmony in that one single moment. You put your hand over your mouth to keep the heartfelt sigh at bay. Soon enough you felt more tears falling down your cheeks.
“What should I say? What should I do? Lessons I’ve learned help me get through, I can be strong, I can be brave, Just thinking of you… To make you proud!”
Your father noticed you and your sobbing self in the wings, smiled, and extended an arm to you. You staggered over, your legs seeming to become jelly as you walked out on stage. You noticed the cast members smiling as they sang when they noticed your form walk over with faltering steps towards your dad. Even the audience audibly gushed at the sight of you when you crashed into your father, going completely limp in his arms as you cried into his shoulder. You felt your dad pet your head soothingly as the song ended, and the audience and cast applauded in joviality.
“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out muffled as you cried into your father’s costume. “I’m so, so sorry. I-I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean… God, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” He told you softly. He looked back at the audience and bid them a good night before he and the other cast members returned backstage. He looked back at you when you were all away from the stage. “Y/N, I’m so, so, so sorry. I should’ve been there for you…”
“I’m sorry I got so mad… And that I told you I hated the show.”
“It’s alright. You were just upset… But listen to me,” He took your face in his hands so you would look at him. “I love you with all my heart. You will never be a burden to me, and you will always be my precious little girl. No matter what your mother did, you are still my daughter, and you always will be. Don’t ever doubt that.” He kissed your forehead gently.
So everyday I would beg my parents just obnoxiously, non-stop, “We need to go to Nashville, please let’s just take a trip to Nashville. I just want to go to Nashville so bad on spring break, can we go to Nashville?” And eventually when I was 11 years old we took my first trip to Nashville.
H8r: Snape was a bigoted selfish nazi stalker!! Me, sipping vodka and yawning: sounds fake according to canon but okay
Snape Obsessed Fan: Snape was a fluffy puppy who did no wrong and loved everyone and was a ray of light and a precious baby!
Me, looking up from the books with a sneer: Well, obviously your reading comprehension still leaves much to be desired.
But seriously, folks, why do so many people have such trouble thinking about Severus in shades of gray, i.e.: interesting like real people are instead of either literally the devil or some watered down woobified fluff ball?
I guess you could fight him, but why would you? He is literally a giant blueberry scone, sweet and a little silly. He could probably crush your head in his hands, but he wouldn't, he'd just calmly make you so guilty you'd go back in time to beat yourself up for considering fighting him.
You won't win, but you should totally fight him. Knock off that silly hat. Do it.
Please fight him. He didn't have the sense to realize that Jojo only started "acting out" when Dio joined the family. He clearly saw Dio pull a knife on Jojo and just let it slide. It wouldn't be hard to beat up George Joestar and I invite you to do it, this is all his fault.
Robert E.O. Speedwagon:
Just because you COULD fight him doesn't mean you should. Speedwagon tries very hard and he is a good man, leave him alone to be sad that his crush died in the ocean. His luck is bad enough already.
You should fight him, definitely. You won't win, but you'll probably end up being friends with him somehow.
Why the fuck would you fight Smokey. Leave him alone
100% fight Stroheim. He's a Nazi and if you get him in the ocean or something he'll drown which is what he fucking deserves.
You get 50-50 odds for fighting him. There's always a chance that he'll just seduce you beforehand, in which case you've got no hope. He's tough and smart but you could always fight him in, like, Chicago or something; it'd be too windy for his bubbles to be particularly effective.
DO NOT FIGHT LISA LISA. SHE WILL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU REALIZE YOU'RE DEAD. YOU HAVE NO HOPE.
You should totally fight Jotaro; you have no chance of winning because he's way too perceptive and powerful, but you'd get punched by Star Platinum, and that's a victory in itself.
Leave Holly alone. She already has to deal with her son and her father, and even if that weren't the case, she is a precious ray of light. If you decided that you DID have to be a monster and fight her, then you have to deal with Jotaro and Joseph coming for you, and your death WILL be painful and drawn out.
You'd have a hard time of it, but it could be interesting. As long as you clear it up that it's, like, an honor duel or something, you should be safe.
NO NOT FIGHT MOHAMMED. Setting aside the fact that he is kind and fairly nonconfrontational and has done nothing wrong, he's obscenely powerful and knows how to utilize Magician's Red to it's fullest potential. Have a debate with him instead. Much more rewarding and he might make you tea.
Jean Pierre Polnareff:
Go ahead and fight him if you want, I guess. His luck is terrible and you might get some good hits in because of that, but he's also WICKED fast and smart. So like. I guess. Have fun, jerk.
FIGHT HOL HORSE RIGHT NOW. KICK HIS ASS. DO IT.
DO NOT FIGHT DIO. It's tempting, I know, but he is far too powerful and charismatic and cruel. He would turn you into a vampire and then make you kill your own family for a laugh. It's tempting but under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you fight Dio Brando