To say that we wish there was another much nicer way that we could do this is an understatement. Though a group of writers involved in this incident have come to the agreement that this must be done not only for the sake of the people who are a part of these networks, but also to let the general public, their and our readers, know of this situation and who the people that they are idolising really are.
So, without further ado, welcome to the truth about the Penetration Station:
The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.
Little is changed
from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that
hat, thinking, not Slytherin;
still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to
Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold
Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older
students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s
song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George
Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor.
Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet,
but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will
still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.
Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for
missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to
Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what
surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This
time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead
of not Slytherin, he
is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor
– picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home
he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than
shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are
relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione
Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister
Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in
Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again,
too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy
sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the
end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he
thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed,
as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in
the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the
end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He
remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with
the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling
of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like
nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So
Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again,
and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.
has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first
year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on
his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the
next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new
friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine
his world changing even more than it has.
is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as
though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in
his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron,
thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their
House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a
statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part
of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated
when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining
days of term – despite the promises of the administration that
classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against
their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable
know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who
had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow
Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue
insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to
have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like
Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year
thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin,
but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor,
too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes,
and because she did not feel brave.)
Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine
placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in
years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and
form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term.
Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls;
she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds
time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to
keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him
to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no
disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain
troll together, and all they have been through together since.
explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas
vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term
finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination
tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen
her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that
this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat.
Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his
brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him
not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this,
they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot,
but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and
silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even
if they were in different houses.
after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a
blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when
they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron
and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was
no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends
that they would try to find him. The
three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor
children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of
Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living
Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.
Not what I thought my first post would be about, but I’ve actually noticed like…4 distinct art styles used in Danny Phantom.
I call them the Baby Danny
aka, the style with the biggest irises and noodliest arms. So noodle that sad Dabby sometimes loses his shoulders altogether from droop. Used most often in the earliest episodes.
The Cutsie Danny:
also big eyed and noodly, but the face and hair are very distinct and more rounded, while the eyes are usually more of an oval shape. Very animated, very flexible, and very expressive. Has the largest shaded portion of hair out of all the styles, plus very big, wide smiles. The back of the head is v smol. Used randomly throughout season 1 and some of season 2, sometimes swapping in the middle of an episode.
probably used in the most episodes and with the most frequency (far as i can tell). The side of his face angles out less, and his arms and legs are a little thicker. Fluffiest hair. Outlines are pretty much a consistent thickness all the way around. Kinda stiff, but usually on-model.
Phantom Planet Danny:
exclusive to season three. Eyes too smol. Body too thicc. Too much space between the side of his face and his eyes. Did his cheekbone mutate and start pushing the sides of his face out? Generally bad. Never shoulderless, droopy Dabby. Makes mama sad.
Don’t take yourself seriously, you are a piece of dust floating in the vast empty expanse of space.
Don’t take other people too seriously; no matter who they are; be they a celebrity, the most accomplished person you know, a sibling you’ve had a long-standing rivalry with - It doesn’t matter; they too are a piece of space dust.
You know what? It’s nice to be nice. You never really regret being nice to someone. Plus we evolved from another species of space dust called monkeys, who really like to copy each other, and guess what? So do we. When we see a person being nice to another person (or animal, or plant, or any form of perceivable space dust really), we will likely do the same.
Be patient. Not all pieces of space dust have had positive examples set for them by other pieces of space dust. We all express and communicate emotions differently and all need to be dealt with in different ways. We don’t always know how deal with everyone else, but one thing that tends to work best is to be patient.
We are terrible at communicating. We have created technology and languages to try to help us with the communication of ideas and emotions, but neither technology nor language is very good at helping us. Again, it comes down to patience. We have no logically perfect language, no way of properly expressing ourselves, which can be maddening to many. When it comes right down to it, we are all trying our best given the circumstances.
One great thing about human art is that it takes so many forms: painting, poetry, sculpture, writing, dance, the arrangement of flowers in a bouquet, photography, cooking, music, and the list goes on. If your usual form of communication isn’t working for you, whether it be language or technology that is failing you (whether it be language or electronic communication), try reaching people through art. Write someone a haiku, draw something on a napkin, make someone a meal, play a song, pick people some wildflowers.
Attention is something we all crave internally; again we are descendants of monkeys, making us pretty social bits of space dust. Remembering that everyone wants attention is crucial when trying to understand some people’s behavior. There are different types of attention, broken down simply into: bad attention and good attention. Certain people have not had positive role models in their lives, or people who would only pay attention to them when they did something outlandish, leading people to form a positive connotation between the outlandish behaviors and being on the receiving end of attention. Try to be patient with everyone.
Don’t forget that the world is, if you think about it, a pretty horrible place. Humanity is extremely flawed in its overall design. People do horrible things to each other, to animals, to plants and to the planet they live on. Thinking about this for long periods of time can cause people to become overwhelmed and depressed. Instead, why not try being glad? If you think that world is an inherently horrible place then everything nice that goes on is merely a bonus, a diamond in the rough if you will. This will make you enjoy the small nice things in your existence a great deal more. You were lucky enough to see a small child smile at you in the department store today, you saw a deer wandering your local cemetery, you got your tax returns today and got to buy the box of tea you’ve wanted for a month. The moth sitting in your closet, though it may be eating your clothes, is still very beautiful is you look at it closely – intricate patterns detailed on its delicate wings.
Try making the conscious effort to be happy. This is not easy for everyone, some people are predisposed to being sad based on a neurochemical imbalance, which is completely unfair, but by making very deliberate actions in your life to make yourself happy, you will notice a big difference. Try reading children’s picture books, listening to music you love, eating small tasty treats, spending alone time in nature, imagining best-case scenarios, picking flowers, doing something nice for someone else, creating something, spending time to re-read a book you love.
Beauty is another thing humans love and avidly search out in their lives. Unfortunately certain people believe this is a very shallow pursuit – which it is most definitely not! Look for beauty in the things you would normally consider mundane! Study a single flower, gaze at a spider’s dew covered web, relish the sight of a sunset, stare into someone’s eyes, look up into the night sky! Breathe in the familiar scent of your mother’s laundry detergent, the smell of a freshly cut lawn in summer, of thanksgiving pumpkin pie, of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day, of an old book slowly decomposing! Beauty is all around you, look closely!
Something we should do more often is contemplate our existence and remember how tiny and insignificant everything and everyone is in compared to the vastness of our universe. Start sticking your tongue out at things that are important or respected. Have a carpe diem moment. Listen to music loudly, dress in bizarre clothes – a generation or two from now no one will remember! As long as you don’t disturb other people’s way of life, try to improve your own! Listen to other people’s opinions even if you don’t agree, try listening to music you don’t like to figure out why, spend time with people you wouldn’t normally spend time with, teach yourself something new! Learn about outer space or philosophy or literature or art!
Be mature (the definition of maturity is doing whatever you want, whenever you want, even if your parents think it’s a good idea) but also be childish! Scribble on pieces of paper, imagine things, cry, scream, have big big emotions!
Basically; do what makes you happy, but doesn’t make those around you unhappy. Search out beauty. Be patient with people. Create art. Listen to what people have to say. Try communicating ideas. Spend time doing things that make you happy. Imagine things. Contemplate your existence. Learn things! Give yourself attention and give it to others (in a positive way). Don’t forget we are all pieces of dust in a massive universe that isn’t slowing down for us.
This came to me while in the shower. I nearly forgot about it but now I can’t forget it and I think it’s important.
Back when I was a small eighth grader, my Christian school asked me to go to a local fair and hold a book reading for kids. I was super excited and said yes right away. I got there, read a book or two, then I had a half hour break. I walked around and saw a sign that said ‘ART!!! X% OF PROCEEDS GO TO CHARITIES TO HELP LGBTA+ MINORS!!“. I don’t remember the exact percentage, but I remember thinking "Art??? I love art!!”
I walked over to the tent where there were two people. One girl with dark purple hair, and another 'girl’ (in quotes for a reason) who had a shaved head. They were in highschool and I was terrified… They were the big kids at a PUBLIC SCHOOL!!! I asked them what lgbta+ meant because I wanted to know where my money was going.
They said “Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transexuals, ace/aro, and others!” And I’m like??? There’s more than just gay??
They laughed and said yes, asked me my orientation (straight then) and introduced themselves. (I’ll use their traits as names) Purple was a girl, and pansexual, which she explained meant she could love anyone no matter what. (Anyone? I asked. Yep! She said smiling. I just care if you’re kind). She has a girlfriend who was a lesbian.
Artist (the persons who art was being sold) was nonbinary and bisexual. They explained what they meant, and how bi was different from pan. But I was confused about nombinary. I told them I didn’t understand how you could be nothing! They smiled softly and told me this.
“It’s okay if you don’t understand! It can be confusing. All the matters is that you’ll treat me like everyone else.”
We talked until I had to go back, but on all my breaks I went back to them. I told them how my mom was at my stand and wouldn’t be happy if she knew I was there. They told me about highschool and art and lgbta+. I ended up buying two pieces from her. One I’m not a huge fan of bc I grew out of the style but the other I still have hanging up after almost five years.
At some point, I had to leave. They hugged me, wished me luck in life, and we parted ways.
I was packing up when I saw a huge floppy sunhat come into my tent. It was Purple and Artist, who got a huge hat so my mom wouldn’t see their “boy hair cut”. They said hello, pretended not to know me, but slipped me a slip of paper, smiled, and walked away. I opened it to see a drawing of a hotdog Artist drew me (I let calling every dog a hot dog because it was very hot outside). On the bottom was a small heart.
This is so important to me. Those people could’ve easily brushed me off as just a kid who is sheltered and bigoted. But they didn’t. They took me in for the day and (most likely painfully for them) explained everything and answered all my questions. I don’t think I’d be on terms with my sexuality without them.
Long story short, always be nice. Have patience, be kind, and never get short with kids, teens, or even adults who just want to learn or are under informed. Or even if they don’t understand some things, like how I was at first with nonbinary.
Always be patient, always be kind. Anything you say or do can impact someone forever.
Jake English fucking loves booty shorts, guys. Also: Dirk Strider.
I really could not believe it when I heard some people say Jake wears booty shorts because Dirk is a Predatory Gay and made him do so, but here we are. In any case, it took me forever to realize this, so it’s worth pointing out.
Jake uses his clothes to express his inclinations more than maybe any other one of the kids. Jake himself foreshadows his future inclination towards gear that shows off his ass…ets:
Frankly, I don’t think much else needs to be said there? There’s a canonical reason Jake dresses the way he dresses, and that reason is that Jake likes tomb raiders and sexy-looking action heroines, and he wants to be a sexy action hero and look sexy doing it. That’s really all there is to it.
…Or it would be, except that unlike Jake’s relationship with fighting, Jake actually experiences struggles and complications relating to looking sexy, and becomes insecure and vulnerable due to the way people treat him as a sex object.
It’s no surprise this happens. Jake has a list of sexual/romantic voyeurs and aggressors, and his discomfort and trauma in this area is an integral part of his character.
Early on, Obviously, there’s the AR, who’s lasciviousness is so well-documented I don’t think it’s worth repeating here.
Brobot is often accused of being a sexual aggressor as well. This belief is based on two quotes from the story:
This one, from AR. The thing is, AR is known for being pretty hyperbolic and overly sexual about pretty much all situations–kind of like a 13 year kid would be, you know?
What Jake himself says about the Brobot’s actions is much more indicative of the nature of the Brobot’s actions. Specifically:
Jake describes the Brobot as tender. And Tender is a specific word with specific, almost memetic meaning in Homestuck:
A meaning that only a juvenile teenager LIKE the Auto-Responder would consider sexual. Or at least, someone similarly trapped in immaturity.
Yeah. I know fanon is really pervasive about this idea that the Brobot was on the list of sexual aggressors, but the only real implication the canon itself makes is that it was doing tame proposals and handholds like this. That’s what Jake is referring to. It becomes problematic for him, but only because of the AR’s taunting and the fact that he and Dirk can’t figure out how to talk about it.
Brain Ghost Dirk makes some comments to this effect, however–likely reflecting the way the AR has messed with Jake’s head and successfully made him conflate the way the AR sees him and the way Dirk sees him. Even after the AR stops being an active presence in Jake’s life, it still makes its impact known through BGD’s characterization.
We also have no reason to believe Dirk even knows Brain Ghost Dirk exists, let alone has any active say in what he says or how he acts, either. BGD is, after all, predominantly Jake’s brain–and thus a reflection of, at best, how he THINKS Dirk sees him.
Note how even though Jake fully expects Brain Ghost Dirk to make lascivious and leery comments to him, he never expects Brain Ghost Dirk to try to touch him in a way he doesn’t want to be touched. On top of that, In fact, Jake makes a point of noting that Dirk is more conscientious towards him than either the AR or Brain Ghost Dirk:
And then, of course Jane literally threatens Jake with sexual slavery (while corrupted by an evil supercomputer):
So yeah, Jake is pretty uncomfortable with being seen as sexy by the time Aranea gets to him. It wouldn’t be unreasonable if the idea of being seen as sexy–or even just wearing short shorts–was ruined for him completely.
It wouldn’t even be unreasonable if his image of Dirk was tarnished, even though Dirk wasn’t really responsible for what was happening any more than he was.
But different people respond to trauma differently. And once Aranea objectifies him completely and renders him a tool–literally lightning him up and making it so ALL EYES are on him right when Jake feels most exposed and vulnerable, Jake responds in a pretty peculiar way.
With his Hope powers unlocked, Jake could theoretically do anything. Send hordes of angels to attack, make himself invisible, bring Grandma back from the dead…given what Jake actually ends up doing, it doesn’t make much sense to imagine arbitrary limits on his power. Because what Jake does when he needs to feel safe is make his imaginary friend real.
Again: Making something fake real is, by definition, pretty much the hardest thing to do–both in real life, and to convey compellingly narratively.
Even Jake teleporting his grandma from the past and reviving her to come protect him would be more reasonable a storytelling move than Jake being able to create matter and a personality out of thin air. You would only need Time and Space powers to theoretically pull of that absurd feat, so it would technically be possible to accomplish.
Making your imaginary friend real, though? That’s completely impossible for everyone, everywhere. Except for Jake English.
But Jake English can do anything, which means what we actually does reflects not only what he wants, but what he wants MORE than anything else possible to him.
And what he wants is Dirk Strider, coming to his rescue and keeping him safe from his latest aggressor. Kinda like Brobot always protected Jake from feeling unsafe when he was threatened:
Brain Ghost Dirk even calls himself Jake’s boyfriend, and this is after Dirk broke up with him and he worried about not being able to love anyone:
And right before Dirk breaks them off, while Jake is in trickster form and completely uninhibited, he confesses feelings to Dirk and makes a point to note he was willing to be romantically involved with him:
And luckily, as for his relationship with his shorts, Jake had a good pal give him some advice and boost his self-confidence:
And over the course of [S] Credits, Jake apparently patches things up enough with Dirk that they’re living together and can comfortably fight for fun like he always wanted. On top of that, he’s recovered his confidence in his image enough that he can act out the sexy superhero fantasy he loved so much:
Both his relationship with Dirk and his relationship with his body are sorted out, and Jake’s now happy and comfortable with himself. How it happened, exactly? Who knows–there’s as many different ways it could’ve gone down as you can imagine. But the fact is, it did. And it was laid out this way from the beginning.
What’s the exact nature of Dirk and Jake’s arrangement? Not really relevant. What we know is that they’re living together, that Jake was always willing to have a relationship with him and that never stopped being a thing, and that Jake trusts Dirk with his safety over literally anything else.
What we know is that they’re best friends and mutually romantically interested in each other, whether or not they decide to pursue that.
We also know Jake always liked dressing sexy so long as he was safe and didn’t have to worry about people dehumanizing him. And in this new world, he can do that as much as he wants, too:
Anyway Jake English is the best character in Homestuck and he’s happy with his boyfriend Dirk canonically, and he’s also happy and comfortable with his body while doing it because that was never the issue when he was with Dirk.
Tomorrow I should be following this up with one last Jake post–this one talking about how Jake is way way smarter than everyone thinks he is. You know. Except for Dirk, who explicitly knows Jake is smart.
She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?
She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.
No. Of course she didn’t.
And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.
therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means
it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.
she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James
and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she
finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture,
because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in
Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.
She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.
freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to
hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in
bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving
it to her sister to explain the butt dial.
now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the
background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s
also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she
doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the
party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.
No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took
her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”
“Not the blonde one!”
There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.
“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”
“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”
“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”
voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a
half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been
making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.
thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s
drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so –
pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer
cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone
be that perfect?
“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s
just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and
I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I
mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio
class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The
smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh?
Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re
more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right,
“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”
preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders
what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.
She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.
“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”
squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science
building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe
we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in
bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”
“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”
heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she
called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.
sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s
just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear,
like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.
She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it
normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her
“I know you have things you feel like you
want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you
still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”
blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more
drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two
places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to
She looks up from the couch and she
startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to
her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip
flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.
grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just
sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s
exactly what she just did.
“Hey Alex,” she says as
Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to
hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.
she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more
breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been
on the phone. When Maggie had been on a
now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way
out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her
eyes are something that look a little scared.
“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.
Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.
“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”
clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you
are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling
you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”
Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.
“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”
hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to
sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her
and presses it gently into her hands.
“I’m not that drunk.”
Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.
She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.
“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.
“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”
“Here. Your phone.”
“How did you – ”
you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my
room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little.
Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.
give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she
stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.
“When do I give anyone a hard time?”
just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their
arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her
sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to
get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to
reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.
Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.
they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About
its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie
nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk,
because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl
stumble and fall.
When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.
know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to
take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.
“To kiss you.”
Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.
“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”
nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but
she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.
The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.
When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.
I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I
just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and
you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like
you, and I –
"Alex. Alex, Alex, look…
We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk
about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or
astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades,
whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing.
Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.
“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens,
and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of
rage, than Alex has ever seen them.
“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”
helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one
more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops
and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.
“You’re not gonna come to bed?”
“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”
“But – ”
“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”
“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”
Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes
her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been
trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.
She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,523
language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)
A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.
How Zutara Enhances the Story and Zuko and Katara’s Characters
Zutara is by far the biggest wasted opportunity for a good ship I’ve ever seen in any fandom. I have a hard time even remembering it’s not canon. Even though a great many in the fandom still deny it, I have no doubt many of the show’s best writers did indeed intend for Zuko and Katara to become a couple. There is a ton of evidence in the show for this, too. I’ve written about why I don’t like the canon ships in detail. I believe Maiko was set up originally as a an anti-love interest to contrast Zuko’s eventual relationship with Katara (though that plan was scrapped). And I’ve written about what a failure Kataang was. Now I’m going to discuss why I think Zutara would have been a very positive thing for the story, the themes of the show and the characters themselves. The first reason is:
They Have an Equal Dynamic
Even as enemies, they both had a grudging respect for each other and contrasted each other nicely. Katara is a waterbending prodigy, yet a peasant, while Zuko is royalty and descended from a long line of elite firebenders, but he’s actually pretty average in talent. He only got where he is through hard work and determination. Katara has both determination and talent. They develop an interesting rivalry that culminates in their very epic battle during the full moon, and later, the rising sun, that compares their strengths and gives them a very exciting clash of opposing elements.
Later, we see just how deep their rivalry goes. Even as Zuko is outmatched and freezing to death, it is proving himself against Katara that immediately comes to his mind when the Gaang arrives. Clearly Zuko sees her as a very formidable opponent.
That respect didn’t just extend to their fighting, though. We see that even as enemies in war, Zuko and Katara had certain boundaries they didn’t cross, even as they fought. After Zuko defeats Katara, instead of using any more force than was necessary, he leaves her alone. He could have easily finished her off at that point, if he were a more ruthless person. Certainly Zhao or Azula would not have hesitated to do so. But Zuko chose not to do that, even though she would later come back to fight him, and defeat him.
If the Gaang had chosen to leave him in the snow, he would have died, like his uncle scolded him for later. The fact that he chose not to harm Katara, even though it cost him his opportunity to capture Aang later and nearly his life, shows what type of person Zuko is. He’s not ruthless, but someone who is is capable of empathy and compassion, even in war.
This respect goes both ways. Later, after Azula attacks Iroh, he is in bad shape and Zuko is distraught. Katara feels compassion for them, despite them being enemies and offers to heal Iroh. They both prove themselves to be honorable people, despite being on opposing sides of the war.
This dynamic continues when Zuko becomes an ally. Zuko helps Katara when she is in danger. But Katara is no damsel in distress, and she is more than capable of rescuing him, too.
They train together as equals and eventually work together to take down Azula. They complement each other well, and share a very equal dynamic.
They Understand Each Other
This equality extends to their more personal interactions as well. She was able to confront him, even while angry, and he had the respect to listen to her, even though her words hurt him. Unlike with Aang, Katara is able to sense that Zuko understands her pain about losing her mother, and he senses the same from her as well. Despite being enemies, they were able to empathize with each other and find comfort in each other.
He was able to then open up to her about very painful and personal details of his life that he never would have shared with anyone else. She senses the pain that his legacy and scar have brought him, and desires to help, offering her rare water to heal his scar. The scar was not a debilitating injury, but a symbol of an emotional wound. It would have offered no significant physical benefit to heal, only emotional. Yet, she is willing to offer her Spirit Water anyways. Her desire to truly help him is very genuine.
Katara knows what it is like to be without parents from a very young age. After she lost her mother during a Fire Nation raid, her dad had to leave to join the war effort. Although he loved her, she suffered from the loss of his presence and has abandonment issues.
With Zuko, it is similar. After the disappearance of his mother, he lost the only parent who really loved him. He was left with Ozai, who severely abused him and banished him, making Zuko desperate for love. Even when Zuko finally sees his father again, he is terrified of him.
Never having had a loving father of his own, Zuko understands what it is like for Katara to suffer from her dad’s absence after Hakoda is captured by the Fire Nation and sent to the Boiling Rock. He accompanies Sokka to rescue him.
He is able to partake in her happiness and shares their joy during their reunion. He is happy for them to experience the bond that he will never have with his own father.
Also, unlike Aang, Zuko chose to accompany Katara on her quest to confront her mother’s killer. She confides in him the story of her mother’s murder; something she never does with Aang. He takes a backseat approach and doesn’t lecture her like Aang does. Instead, he clearly empathizes with her pain and stands by her side while she weeps; he feels the pain in her heart in his as well. He can understand only too well how it feels to lose the loving bond of a mother who sacrificed her own well-being out of love for him. And like her, growing up far faster than he should have as a result.
Although Aang was right that she didn’t actually need to exact revenge, it seems it was Zuko’s approach to stand by her side no matter what her choice was, that helped Katara heal some of her pain. He clearly understood what she needed; support and the freedom to deal with her pain on her own terms without condemnation. Katara has seen Zuko at his very worst, rageful and obsessed with capturing the Avatar. And now Zuko gets a chance to see Katara’s darker side and accept her. He doesn’t idealize her, nor judge her. Rather he accepts her as a complex, flawed human being, like him, in a way Aang never has to.
Zuko can confide in Katara about the things troubling him as well, something he never once does with Mai. Katara shows a willingness to try to understand Zuko like no one else does. She respects his feelings, like he does with her.
They Give Each Other What They Need
This is where Kataang and Maiko absolutely fail in my opinion. Zuko cannot communicate with Mai at all or open up to her in the slightest, and Aang is far too dependent on Katara to satisfy her needs.
Katara puts everyone before herself, takes care of them, and tries to shelter Aang from the harsher realities of life. She feels deep pain that she tries to hide to spare others’ feelings and remain others’ support system. Pain from losing her mother, pain from feeling abandoned by her father, and later pain from feeling abandoned by Aang as well. Although Katara is very strong inside, she always puts her needs last and tries to overcompensate for the loss of her mother by being the group’s mom. What she needs is someone to put her needs first and prioritize her for a change.
Not only does Zuko nearly die for Katara after taking a lightning bolt, but even after he goes down, his only concern is for her safety. As he lay dying, he reaches out to her, not for himself, but because he desperately wants to make sure Azula doesn’t harm her, even though he is completely helpless.
With Zuko, it is similar. Zuko is so desperate for love that he is willing to go to extreme lengths, doing his father’s bidding to attain it. This nearly costs him his life on many, many occasions. His desperate need to be loved evidently exceeds even his will to live at many points in the story. What he needs is someone to care about him as a person in the way that most of his family never did.
After Zuko goes down, Katara’s only concern is to immediately heal him and make sure he doesn’t perish. This is despite the fact that Azula is not yet subdued and poses an immediate threat to her. Katara stands in direct contrast to Azula; trying to save his life, while his sister just tried to end it. Katara values Zuko more than his own family member ever did.
Enhances the Narrative Themes
“Two lovers, forbidden from one another. A war divides their people, and a mountain divides them apart. Built a path to be together.”
Honestly this song sounds like it is about Zuko and Katara far more than it is about Katara and Aang. Was this originally foreshadowing Zutara? It is a nice theme nonetheless.
Zuko and Katara start the series as enemies, not knowing anything about each other as individuals. But by the end of the story they become close friends. It is a very inspiring message about how senseless wars can prevent you from connecting with people who you could potentially love. By overcoming the boundaries of war, you can connect with the people who you should have never been forced to fight in the first place.
It is a message of forgiveness and gratitude. It fits very well with the themes of reconciliation and redemption that are so prevalent in the series. Like with Jet, for instance.
Or Iroh. Far better than the message that Kataang sends, about how you’ll be rewarded with your desired girl, despite her feelings (or lack thereof). Or Maiko, which sends the message of…you don’t have to ever get to know the person you “love”? I guess?
Better Character Development/Resolution
As we see in the comics and The Legend of Korra, Katara plays second fiddle to Aang and doesn’t have much of a political role to play. Her role is usually a healer or a grandmother. Nor does she have much agency outside of her relationship to Aang. There were plans for Zuko and Katara’s relationship to be the catalyst for them repairing the relationship between the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation. They would come to appreciate their opposite cultures better and come to mend the damage from the war. I feel this is a far more respectful legacy for Katara’s character than what she got by being Aang’s wife.
With Zuko, it is similar. We see how much his banishment and his life as a “normal” person have changed him. His time away from the palace and royal life helped him rediscover himself. Him developing his relationship with Katara would allow him to retain that bond with his “normal” life, instead of becoming isolated again. It would be similar to Sokka and Yue’s relationship. Even though Sokka was a peasant, he helped her become a better person, and experience life outside of the rigid royal lifestyle. Zuko would have someone who values him as a person, in spite of his position. And it would show how much the Fire Nation has changed to allow a Water Tribe commoner to be held in such high regard by the Fire Lord himself. It sends a very positive message.
Katara was to serve as Zuko’s confidante as he tried to balance his Fire Lord duties with his desire to find his mother. Much like Zuko had helped Sokka to reunite Hakoda and his children, Katara would be able to help Zuko reunite with his beloved mother. She knows what it feels like to suffer the pain of that loss, and she could be able to help him recover that bond. If that isn’t rewarding character development, I really don’t know what is. And last but not least…
They Have Chemistry
Yes, they actually have chemistry.
When June makes her comment, I would say they both act more attracted to each other than they do to their canon significant others. They lack any cute moments like this with their canon love interests.
The only time she ever acted this embarrassed was when Toph teased her about her crush on Jet. Hmmm…
And same with Zuko.
When does he ever act like this around Mai? Never. He got flustered and defensive with Jin, though.
Well, I think that about covers it. This is why I think Zutara would have served the characters and the narrative far better than the canon ships did. Mike and Bryan can say all they like how it wouldn’t have worked, but I see nothing but tons of missed potential for very rewarding character development and storytelling, and a well-written romance that respects the characters far better than the canon ships ever did.
Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff
Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.
A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!
I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.
I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.
My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.
“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.
“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.
“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.
“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.
“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.
“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.
“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.
“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.
I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.
“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.
KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS
I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.
“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.
“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.
Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.
He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss.
“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.
“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”
KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER
Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.
“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.
“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.
“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.
“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.
“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.
“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.
Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before.
“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.
This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.
“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.
“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.
“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.
“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.
“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.
“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.
I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric.
I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.
“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.
“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.
“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.
I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.
“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.
“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.
Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.
I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”
Aries: Don’t take yourself seriously, you are a piece of dust floating in the vast empty expanse of space. Taurus: Don’t take other people too seriously; no matter who they are; be they a celebrity, the most accomplished person you know, a sibling you’ve had a long-standing rivalry with - It doesn’t matter; they too are a piece of space dust.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x reader like that? Like Jensen is doing a signing at a con and his best friend (reader) is on line to jokingly get an autograph and he sees her and writes “I love you” on something and then gives it to her and then just fluffy cuteness overload?
A lot of people, under various contexts, are going “okay… so, where is White during all of this?”
And I’m just sitting over here like..
[Two screenshots from Serious Steven: one of the obelisk in the center of the pyramid, and another of Steven, sitting in a strawberry bush, holding up the large, pale, diamond-shaped gem that they retrieved in that episode]